The Decommission Agent

by Nash, Lisa

  Cora returned the cocked eyebrow and said, “You definitely should, Mr. Miller. It turns me on.”

  Startled, Thomas said, “You want me to fuck Monica?”

  “I didn’t say that,” she said drinking from her wine glass. “I said it turns me on if you imagine fucking her. ‘Imagine’ is the key concept. “

  “Okay.”

  “Look,” she said sensing he was still confused. “What you need to know about women is that sex is not the physical act. That’s an act of intimacy, and it’s important. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want you sharing that intimacy with anyone else. But for us sex happens up her.” She tapped the side of her head with her index finger. “Anything goes up here. This is where all the lights get turned on. This is what makes my nether regions tingle. This is what gets me wet and wild and out of control.”

  “So, it’s got nothing to do with the guy you’re with?”

  “It has everything to do with the guy I’m with. In fact, do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now?”

  “Absolutely,” Thomas said with an eager grin.

  “I’m thinking about putting that big beautiful cock of yours in my mouth.”

  Thomas suddenly felt flustered. “Okay.”

  “I’m thinking about spitting on it and getting it nice and juicy wet. But, it’s not just me sucking your dick. Monica’s with me. She’s eager to get in there. She pushes me out of the way and runs her tongue up and down the shaft of your penis. At the same time, I dive down on the head. Tease it with my tongue. The more I think about it. The wetter I’m getting.”

  Thomas downed his beer. “I like the way you think, Cora.”

  She laughed. “You understand I don’t want to share your cock with anyone. I just like to imagine I am. Does that make sense?”

  “No, but I’m fine with it.”

  The music stopped and the MC asked the crowd to give it up for Monica. The horny oafs in the crowd were happy to comply with catcalls and roars of approval.

  Cora called the waitress over. “Can you tell Monica to meet us in her room?”

  The waitress grinned. “Sure. Should I bring drinks back there?”

  “I’m fine with my wine, but my friend Mr. Miller here is going to want a big bottled water. He’s going to need the fluids.”

  The waitress winked. “Gotcha.”

  Thomas watched with his mouth agape as Cora stood. “C’mon, Monica’s going to party with us.”

  “But I thought you said you didn’t want to share my cock.”

  “I’m not going to share anything.” She turned and headed to a hallway in the back of the club.

  Thomas watched as a series of men turned to watch Cora walk by. They clearly wanted a piece of her, and he was surprised how much that turned him on.

  He followed her though the hallway to a room at the end. The waitress caught up to him just before he walked through the doorway and handed him a liter bottle of water.

  Once inside the room, Cora pulled him in close and started a rhythmic grind against his thigh that once again sent blood racing to his penis. She felt delicate and powerful all at once. Still dancing, she removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt down to his navel. He reached in to grab her breasts but she slapped his hand away. “No touching, Mr. Miller. Club rules.”

  He raised his hands above his head. “My bad. I didn’t know we were playing by rules.”

  “Rules,” she said opening his shirt. “Are.” She kissed his chest. “To be.” She gently bit his nipple. “Observed.” She bit the other nipple. “At all times.”

  Monica knocked on the door jamb and entered. “Am I interrupting?”

  Cora laughed. “No, come in, Monica.”

  The blonde, wearing a teeny weenie romper which was nothing more than a few threads with small patches of clothing covering the private areas, entered. She was beautiful. In fact, if Thomas had not met Cora or known anything about bio-synthetics, he would have thought there was no one more beautiful than Monica.

  “How can I entertain you two?” Monica asked. Thomas couldn’t tell if she knew who or what Cora was.

  “Well,” Cora said, “I would like us to all entertain each other.”

  Monica rubbed her hands together. “Well, that could be fun.”

  Cora guided Thomas to a cushioned chair in the room and directed him to sit. Before he could ask what he was supposed to do, she turned and seductively approached Monica. The stripper was mesmerized by Cora. They both stared at each other and started to sway to the music. Monica ran her hands across her own body and circled Cora.

  Cora removed Thomas’ jacket and then her own. Her perfect breasts stretched the fabric of her sheer cami.

  Monica couldn’t help herself. She caressed Cora’s breasts. “Fucking shit, girl. You’re perfect.”

  “You want to see perfect. You should give Mr. Miller a lap dance.”

  Monica leaned down and stuck her tongue on Cora’s protruding nipples. She then turned and slowly approached Thomas. “You got something perfect between those legs of yours, Mr. Miller?”

  Thomas didn’t answer. He watched in eager anticipation as Monica turned and straddled his right leg. Her ass pounded up and down to the beat of the music. She inched closer to him, touching her ass cheeks, to his bare chest and then grinding her groin against his thigh. Her movement was frantic and mesmerizing. She hovered over his crotch and then jiggled her ass in a way that Thomas didn’t think possible, massaging his growing erection in the process.

  Cora stood on the other side of the small room and playfully removed her skirt and cami. The sight of her half-naked body excited Thomas more than the stripper rubbing his dick with her ass.

  Monica jerked forward and stepped away. “Goddamn, Mr. Miller. You can’t bring a cock like that in here.”

  Thomas sat up nervously. “What? I’m sorry… I thought…”

  Monica looked at Cora and the two burst out laughing.

  “Holy fuck,” the Monica said, “he’s wound a little tight.”

  Cora moved behind her and wrapped an arm around the stripper. “I think it’s all those clothes he’s wearing.”

  “I think you’re right,” Monica said. “Shirt off, Mr. Miller.”

  “Seriously?” Thomas said before reaching for the remaining buttons.

  “I have never been more serious, sweetheart.”

  Thomas removed the shirt and leaned back in the chair.

  “Damn, it just keeps getting better and better,” Monica said.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” Cora said.

  “Oh, I can only imagine, but honey, if I let him whip his cock out, I can kiss my employment goodbye.”

  Cora pouted. “That is so sad. It is such a beautiful sight.”

  Thomas was relieved. He was turned on, but he wasn’t much of an exhibitionist.

  “Now,” Monica said, “if you were to restrain me in some way, and prevent me from enforcing the club’s rules, I would be absolved of all responsibility… should we get caught.”

  Cora smiled. “Restraints? I don’t suppose you would have said restraints.” The look on her face suggested she knew very well that Monica would produce restraints.

  Monica moved to a small chest in the corner of the room and pulled out a pair of leather wrist restraints attached to each other with a long chain. “How else do you think we get around club rules around here?”

  “Wait a minute…” Thomas started to say.

  “If you’re about to object,” Monica said holding up her hand. “You’re erect penis will jump out those pants of yours and beat you silly.”

  The two ladies laughed while Cora put Monica in the restraints.

  “The one rule that cannot be broken,” the stripper said, “is there can be absolutely no insertion of anything into anything. That would be a sex act according to a city ordinance, and we are not zoned for sex acts.”

  “No insertion?” Cora asked.

  “None. That’s a deal breaker. I must
see the head of his penis at all times.”

  Cora seductively stepped toward Thomas. “I can work with that.” She dropped to her knees and slowly undid his belt buckle. “Nervous?”

  He nodded. “This is a little outside my comfort zone.”

  “Good,” she said. “Makes it more exciting when you’re not sure if it’s right.” She removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

  “You ready for this, Monica?”

  She held up her cuffed hands and said, “Remember, I have no choice. You’re in charge.”

  Cora unzipped Thomas’ pants and worked them and his boxers past his hips. His dick bounced straight up as it was released from the fabric. As if it had a mind of its own, it throbbed and nearly slapped Cora in the face. Once she had the pants and underwear completely off, she stood and turned to Monica. “What do you think of my boyfriend’s cock?”

  Monica didn’t speak at first. She stared at the huge erect penis and muttered something to herself after which she bit her bottom lip. “Okay, I was just fucking around before, but…” her cheeks turned red and she fanned her face with her hands. “I don’t know how you fucking synthetics do it.”

  She had said it louder than she intended. Cora looked confused, but then it quickly passed. It was as if she couldn’t register what Monica had said. It was a physical impossibility.

  “Maybe we should go,” Thomas said.

  “No,” Monica snapped. “You don’t understand.” She blew out a long stream of air and then rubbed her clit. “Seeing what she fucking does to you… What you two fucking do to each other. I have to see more or it’s going to drive me fucking crazy. It’s not my fault! It’s the fucking hormones you two are giving off.”

  “More?” Thomas said. “I’m as naked as I can get.”

  “Do something… to each other. Please.” She was begging.

  Cora said, “No insertion, Monica.”

  Thomas got the sense that Cora loved the tortured state Monica was in.

  Monica was rubbing her clit faster and faster. “Lick it.”

  “Lick it?” Thomas said.

  “Don’t suck it,” Monica said. “Just lick the shaft. Lick that fucking shaft. Please, lick it!”

  Thomas was about to stand to get dressed when Cora pushed him back down and dropped to her knees. “You heard the lady.” With that, Cora’s tongue touched the base of his dick just above his balls and she slowly moved it up the length of his penis.

  He convulsed. “Shit.”

  “Spit on it,” Monica said excitedly.

  Cora did as instructed and worked her mouth around every inch of the cock except the head.

  Thomas wanted to protest, but he was too far gone. He watched Monica massage her clit as Cora licked his penis. Somehow Cora’s tongue worked in rhythm with Monica’s fingers. It was as if Thomas were fucking Monica even though they were a room a part.

  Cora suddenly stopped, stood, and removed her g-string. “No insertion?“she asked Monica.

  “Shit,” Monica replied. “You’ve got to fuck that cock, baby. Fuck it.”

  Cora shook her head. “Rules are rules.” She grabbed Thomas’ hand and pulled him out of chair. His dripping cock bounced wildly as he got on his feet. “Lay down,” she instructed. He looked at Monica before he did. Her eyes had rolled back in her head.

  Once on his back on the floor, Cora pinned his cock to his stomach with her left hand and straddled him.

  Monica moaned and then laughed. “Slip and slide. Slip and mother-fucking slide.”

  Thomas didn’t know what she was talking about until he felt Cora’s silken pussy lips hugging the shaft of his dick. She placed her hands on the floor on either side of his head, and rocked her hips back and forth. She slid up and down his cock, but there was never any penetration.

  “Make him come,” Monica moaned. “Make him mother-fucking come.”

  “Oh my God,” Cora said. “I want you to fuck me so bad!” She was breathing heavily. “Oh my God!”

  “You want me to fuck you?” Thomas said.

  “We can’t but I need it! We can’t break the rules!” She caught her breath before continuing. “But I want it! I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life! I want your cock inside of me, Mr. Miller! Deep inside my fucking pussy!”

  “Let me fuck you!” Thomas was begging. He was insanely hungry for her.

  She leaned down and kissed him. “Rules are rules! No insertion.” She moved her hips faster and faster. “Come on, baby!”

  He slapped the floor. He wanted to stop her and shove his cock inside of her, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Not without her permission.

  Monica and Cora were screaming in ecstasy. Thomas was sure they could be heard over the music, but no one interrupted them. Monica fingered her clit, and Cora continued to slide up and down the shaft of his surging erection. She was wet and swelling with a primal passion that she was finding harder and harder to control.

  As soon as Monica announced she was coming, Cora leaned back. Her pelvis shuddered and she came all over the shaft of Thomas’ cock. As she convulsed and moaned, she slid back and angled his penis upward just as he spewed a load of semen, hitting her on her right breast.

  She fell on top of him, exhausted and turned to Monica. “No insertion.”

  -16-

  Seven of his past colleagues and business associates had contacted him. They had all received photographs of a nude person holding a picture of one of their relatives or something representing one of their relatives.

  Everything was unraveling before him. He had no idea who was behind the photos or what they wanted. For now, it appeared that they just wanted to send a message and that message was being received loud and clear. “We know your secrets.”

  -17-

  Thomas stood in the back alley outside Sugar’s. He was shaking; terrified, excited, and ecstatic all at once. He was buried in the passion of what has just happened. Everything about the experience was consuming. The visions of it flashed through his head, and his penis was still hard. It shouldn’t have been. It should have been limp and lifeless, but instead it was still throbbing underneath the confines of his boxers and pants. He downed half the bottle of water.

  Monica stepped outside the club and stuck an unlit cigarette in your mouth. “What the fuck did you two do to me?” She asked lighting the cancer stick.

  “Where’s Cora?”

  “In the dressing room area getting cleaned up.” She took a deep drag and swallowed the smoke. “Seriously, what was that back there?”

  Thomas drank more water. “You tell me. Haven’t you done this before?”

  “That? No, never. I’ve entertained plenty of synthetics and their matches and things have gotten heated, but nothing like that. At the most, I’ve sucked a tit or two.”

  Thomas studied her. “What are you talking about? You were begging us…”

  “That’s my point. I’ve never done that. I’ve gotten turned on before… but actually needing you guys to… fucking ravage each other. That has never happened to me. Never.” She took another drag, and Thomas could see that her hands were trembling.

  “You’re joking…”

  “No!” She yelled. “It’s fucking unnerving! I had no control back there!”

  Thomas didn’t know whether he should feel proud or scared based on her reaction.

  “You’ve got to take her back.”

  “Back?”

  “To the lab or garage or wherever the fuck they make those things, and get her readjusted. They’ve got her cranked up way too high.”

  Thomas didn’t respond to her. He drank from his bottle.

  “When she’s this fucking torqued, it turns up your shit, too. Alone, you two will turn a few heads, but that’s it. Together, you’re going to set this goddamn city on fire. And don’t think I don’t mean that literally. You two are putting off vapors that will twist innocent and not-so-innocent bystanders in half.”

  Thomas shrugged dismissively. “I’ll take it un
der consideration.”

  She said very deliberately, “I had no control, asshole! If you told me to slit my wrists, I would have done it and come all over myself while I bled to death.”

  Thomas recoiled at the visual. “I’m not in the habit of encouraging people to off themselves.”

  “Really?” Monica asked. “Are you in the habit of letting a hot naked piece of ass sit on your stiff dick while a stripper in leather restraints fingers herself in the corner of the room?”

  Thomas looked away embarrassed. “It’s not the same thing…”

  “Look, all I’m saying is play it safe. Take her back. Let them work on her to bring the intensity level down a notch or two, and you and that giant cock of yours will still get worn out six ways to Sunday. But the rest of us won’t get caught up in your heat.”

  Thomas sighed. “You’ve really never experienced that before?’

  “Not even close.”

  She threw the cigarette on the ground and pressed her high-heeled foot down on it. “By the way, you may have missed this little fact because your brain was juiced up on your new girlfriend, but that wood you’re sporting between your legs, you notice anything different about it?”

  “Other than I can’t get it to go away, no.”

  “How many times has a woman told you how big it is before?”

  Thomas thought about her question and then laughed. “Never.”

  “Have you ever considered yourself… big?”

  “No, are you saying I’m not? That Cora may be engaging in bawdy talk?”

  “Honey,” Monica said. “I’ve seen a mile of cock before, but never one like yours. You bring a mile to the table all by yourself.”

  Thomas blushed.

  “It’s her.”

  “What’s her?”

  “Your cock is big for her.”

  Thomas laughed so hard he started to cough. “Now, I know you’re crazy. That makes no sense.”

  “You don’t get it do you? Her hormones have your hormones working overtime. You’ve got more testosterone running through your veins than you’ve ever had. Your blood vessels have expanded. Your metabolism is in high gear. Hell, you’re producing shit inside your body that you don’t normally produce. Don’t ask me how. I just know that every part of you is better, including your dick. The way they’ve got her built, I’d say that fat cock of yours is at least 2 inches bigger than it was yesterday. At least.”