Spy Games

by Amanda Clover

  “Hey,” said Luke over the speaker phone. A jolt of fear hit me so hard that my anus clenched tightly. “What’s up, Olivia?”

  “Don’t stop,” warned Olivia and I realized I had stopped licking her. My breath came in fearful gasps muffled against her pussy as I resumed licking, the wet sounds my tongue was making against her cunt seeming terribly loud.

  “Don’t stop what?” Luke asked.

  “Ohhh,” she said, rocking her hips and rubbing the hot folds of her cunt against my tongue and lips. “I just wanted to… mmmm… see how you were doing.”

  “I was in class,” said Luke. “Aren’t you like in China or something?”

  “Yes, mmm, that’s right,” she said. “I went with mom to Beijing.”

  “So did my girlfriend,” said Luke. “Can you believe that? She told me by text and then I guess she got on the plane with mom.”

  I felt a knot build in my tummy when I heard Luke talking about me. The annoyance evident in his tone sent a cold ripple of guilt through my body.

  “Oh, is that the… ooohhh… the cutie with the brown hair and those big eyes?” Oliva gasped, pushing on the back of my head and rocking her hips to fuck against my mouth.

  “Probably,” said Luke. “Her name is Emily and I am really into her. Like more than I was with Samantha.”

  “Sounds serious,” said Olivia, smiling cruelly and giving me a wink. She let out a loud moan, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  “Yeah, it sort of is,” said Luke. “What the hell are you doing over there?”

  “Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it,” gasped Olivia, making no effort to hide her building pleasure as her thighs tightened around my head. “Would you like me to… ooohhhh… keep an eye on your girlfriend?”

  “That would be cool,” said Luke. “I mean, I trust her, but I don’t know how long she is going to be gone and I don’t want her letting mom take her to parties with like hot guys or those creepy business type dudes that mom sometimes deals with. I…”

  His words trailed off as Olivia let out a shrill cry of pleasure. She tossed her head against the pillows and arched hard, thrusting her cunt against my face and soaking me in the slippery spill of her juices.

  “Fuuuuck,” she cried.

  “Seriously, Olivia, what the hell are you doing?”

  “Just some girl I picked up at the hotel,” gasped Olivia, her pussy throbbing with her pleasure. “She’s giving me… oohhhhh… the most incredible head.”

  “Jesus Christ, Olivia,” groaned Luke. “You are so gross sometimes.”

  “Don’t act like… ohhhhh… don’t pretend you don’t like hearing your sister cum,” she laughed, panting with the tail end of her orgasm.

  “I am hanging up now,” said Luke. “If you call me again, don’t put me on speaker while some nasty slut you picked up goes down on you, okay?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. The phone shut off and Olivia laughed with cruel delight, finally letting me up from between her legs. I was as out of breath as her, my lips and chin soaked with her juices. She pulled me by my hair atop her, enfolding me in her legs and forcing me into a kiss. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and she seemed to relish the taste of her own cum. I submissively let her rule me with her kiss, my body caught in a tempest of lust and fear.

  “Just a nasty slut,” laughed Olivia, her lips against mine, “I picked up in the hotel.”

  “Fuck you,” I gasped, fighting weakly to escape her embrace.

  “Mmm, no, I think you are done with me for the night,” said Olivia, rolling me forcefully onto my back. She pinned my wrists to the pillow above my head with one hand and switched on something that buzzed loudly. “But I am just getting started with what I intend to do to you. It’s time for your reward.”

  “No, wait, I don’t want… aaaaaAAAAHH!” I cried out in shocked, forced pleasure as she pressed the loudly buzzing head of the magic wand vibrator to my clit.

  I was cumming in seconds, writhing and whimpering with the horrible pleasure she was inflicting, unable to escape her as she tortured me with the buzzing vibe. It was more than an hour before she allowed me to leave. I was sore and drenched in sweat, my thighs still shaking with the aftershocks of too many orgasms to count.

  “See you again soon, Emily,” she called from the door of her room as I shuffled down the hall.

  One way or another, I knew it was just the start of my troubles in Beijing.

  Pimped Out

  I dreamt that I was trapped on a cruise ship with Olivia Temple. That she was somehow staying in the same cabin as me and was also the captain and crew of the ship. Everywhere I went, there was Olivia, waiting for me with her shapely thighs and her hot cunt in need of my attention. I had forgotten my ticket to be on the ship and had to repeatedly pay for it by working it off between her legs.

  It was a huge relief when I awoke and realized the beautiful blonde cuddled against me in the bed was Mrs. Temple and not her daughter.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned blearily, reaching out and stroking my breast and nipple through the tank top I was wearing. “Good morning, sweetie.”

  She lifted her head, hair dangling messily in her face, her body uncovered from the waist down so that my eyes were drawn to the firm roundness of her ass swallowing up her panties. She shifted her cheeks and gave my nipple a playful pinch.

  “Ahh,” I gasped. “Good morning! That’s a rude wake up.”

  “Just wanted to make sure you were really awake,” she said, crawling closer and planting a kiss on my neck. She nibbled at my earlobe and I began to giggle and tense with the tickling sensation. She whispered in my ear, “The room has a giant spa tub. Let’s take a bath together and I’ll order us some breakfast.”

  I was slightly hungover and sore from all the times Olivia had made me cum with that damned magic wand. The thought of soaking in a hot bathtub until my body returned to normal sounded absolutely lovely.

  “Alright,” I said, sliding out of the bed. She watched me cross the room, lazily rolling onto her back and hanging her head upside down off the bed. I gave my hips a little wiggle as I ducked into the bathroom and started running the tub. The tub was mostly filled with steaming hot water and bubbles and I was almost done undressing when Mrs. Temple crept up behind me.

  She pulled me into her arms and I realized she was naked by the warm of her soft breasts mashing against my back. She reached around me, playing with my bare breasts and teasing my nipples as she kissed my neck. I finished stepping out of my panties and slid them aside with a foot on the tiled floor.

  “God you are sexy,” she whispered, playfully biting my shoulder.

  “Stoppppp,” I giggled, shrugging my shoulder. “We need to get clean after last night.”

  “Mmmmm, I don’t mind playing dirty,” she said, slipping her hand around my hip to cup my mound. It was more than a little sore from being used by Olivia and her damned vibrator. I sucked in a breath and pulled Mrs. Temple’s hand away.

  “After the bath,” I said.

  “During?” She countered, cocking her head questioningly.

  “Maybe,” I laughed. “We’ll see if I start to feel human again.”

  I slipped into the tub, the water rising past my breasts as I sprawled under the warm, bubble-covered surface. Mrs. Temple climbed in beside me, the water rising perilously close to the rim of the tub.

  “Oooohhh,” she groaned. “That’s nice.”

  She settled back with her arms on the ledge outside the tub and her soft breasts, glistening with suds, just cresting the surface. I drifted between her legs, leaning back against her even lower in the water and letting the back of my head rest against her plump breasts. She was right, it did feel nice, and soaking resting against her seemed to restore life to my tired body.

  “What am I going to do while you’re busy here in Beijing?” I asked.

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” said Mrs. Temple, stroking my breast with one hand and idly playing with my nipple.

  “I mean, yo
u have your mission to recruit Elizabeth Chen that genetics researcher woman,” I said. “So am I just going to stay cooped up in the hotel.”

  “Ah, I’m glad you brought that up,” said Mrs. Temple, giving my nipple a little pinch. “I am a known quantity. If I walked into the China Pharmaceutical Corporation and tried to have a meeting with Elizabeth Chen they would throw me out. I need someone who can go inside and convince her to leave the company and come to ours.”

  “Wait… you mean me?” I felt a jolt of surprise. “You want me to go convince this woman to quit her job and come work for Valerie Pryce?”

  “Actually a shell company called Tetragene Global,” said Mrs. Temple. “But, yes, that’s the idea. You will be posing as yourself, Emily Vinke, but you will be a 24 year old grad student. I am going to get you inside. All you have to do then is charm Elizabeth Chen into seeing working in America at Tetragene Global as her best option.

  “I can’t do that,” I said. “I’m not even in AP science class. How can I pose as a grad student?”

  “I’ll coach you on everything you need to know,” said Mrs. Temple. “Relax, you’re a confident and very sexy young woman. That’s all it takes in these sorts of situations.”

  “Very sexy?” I said, wondering why that made a difference. Mrs. Temple took it the wrong way.

  “Yes, very sexy,” she said, slipping her hand between my thighs and touching my pussy. I sighed and leaned back as her practiced fingers found my clit. I should have resisted. I should have asked more questions. Mrs. Temple turned my face towards her and kissed me softly, playfully, her lips salty with sweat from the heat of the tub. I yielded to her kiss eagerly, sliding my tongue against hers as she began to pleasure me with her fingers.

  We were kissing passionately and she was fucking me with two gentle fingers when the uniformed room service staff began wheeling carts of breakfast and drinks into the bathroom. I cried out, sliding out of Mrs. Temple slippery embrace and ducking down until only my eyes and nose were above the water.

  “So sorry, Mrs. Temple,” said the male hotel staffer directing the women with their carts of food and drink. “Instructions were to bring into bathroom. No knocking.”

  “That’s correct,” said Mrs. Temple, rising from the tub shamelessly and standing like a goddess, her naked body dripping with soapy water. “Bring it all closer to the tub. We are going to be very naughty and have breakfast in the bathtub.”

  To the credit of the hotel staff, they served us breakfast in the bathtub without much embarrassment. Mrs. Temple did not seem bothered either, but I was mortified. Aware, particularly as the bubble bath began to disappear, that I was naked in a room with several strangers. I had orange juice, some sort of French pastry with cream inside it, and some Chinese melon that tasted like honeydew. Mrs. Temple then fed me berries dipped in whipped cream. Sucking the cream from her fingers, I almost managed to forget there were waitresses in the room with us.

  “This is crazy,” I whispered to her.

  “Yeah, it is,” she laughed. “Just a taste of how Valerie Pryce lives.”

  I didn’t really care for it and I was relieved when they wheeled the carts out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with Mrs. Temple. The bathwater had gone lukewarm, but she turned on the hot jets and refreshed it with churning warmth.

  “Now then,” she said, pulling me in for a strawberry-flavored kiss, “where were we?”

  We spent most of the morning wrapped up in each other. We pleasured each other in familiar ways. I alleviated my worries about Olivia and my fears about my relationship with Luke in her arms and against her heaving breasts. We emerged from the tub with crinkled toes and fingers and took our time drying one another.

  “Now,” said Mrs. Temple, slipping a robe over my shoulders, “we get down to the real work.”

  We drank tea on the couch in the adjoining lounge and she introduced me to her detailed file on Dr. Elizabeth Chen. She was a beautiful, lithe brunette with half-Chinese features and oversized wire-rimmed glasses. When she was dressed for work she tended to wear a lab coat and a serious expression, but Mrs. Temple also had picture of her running, eating ice cream at an outdoor café and even on a date with a slightly heavyset European woman.

  “They went on three dates,” said Mrs. Temple. “Claudette was French. It didn’t work out, because Dr. Chen spends too much time on her work. Thing will work better for you and Dr. Chen because you will be her lab assistant.”

  “I’m also a bit hotter than Claudette,” I said, gesturing to an unflattering picture of Claudette laughing with Elizabeth. “But how far are you expecting me to take this, Mrs. Temple?”

  “As far as you have to,” said Mrs. Temple. She saw my furrowed brow and quickly added, “If you can settle this with her as friends, that would be for the best, but if it takes seduction…”

  “You want me to seduce a Chinese doctor at a research lab?” I scoffed. “This is pretty James Bond sort of stuff, Mrs. Temple. I should be at cheerleading practice right about now.”

  “This sort of thing is about instincts,” said Mrs. Temple. “I have never met a more passionate and instinctual lover. You will know exactly what she needs and you will give it to her.”

  “So you’re pimping me out?”

  “I am trusting you with a very important mission,” said Mrs. Temple.

  I took a taxi from the hotel to China Pharmaceutical Corporation early in the afternoon. The campus was large and made up of several buildings, but the main office was a massive, six-story structure of concrete and glass. I noticed at once that most everyone was wearing a light blue uniform. It made me stand out twice as badly as I approached the lobby.

  My appointment was for 1:00 PM with the chief of personnel. Mrs. Temple had given me credit cards, ID badges, and an earpiece that was concealed inside a pair of earbuds. She assured me that they would be expecting me. I dressed in a simple but striking green dress that showed off my physique and a pair of sensible heels. My hair was worn up in a bun in the style favored by Chinese professional women. Even though I was just a different version of Emily Vinke, I felt disguised and I completed that disguise with a pair of thick-framed glasses.

  “Here we go,” I said to myself as I passed a stony-faced security guard and entered the lobby.

  “Emily Vinke!” A small, skinny man wearing an oversized business suit called out to me. He seemed quite young, maybe only a few years older than me. He smiled and waved me towards him. “I will talk to you in my office. Please, come inside. I am Jin Liu. I am chief of personnel.”

  I followed him into an office space that looked like it had just been built.

  “Please show me your ID badge,” he said.

  “Sure, here you go,” I said and I took it out of my small purse and handed it to him.

  He looked it over briefly and then placed it on his desk, his hand resting on the laminated card as he typed something on his computer. I looked around the small office and noticed one of the walls was still bare drywall. He had hung a photograph of himself and a woman at something that looked like a ball pit for kids to play in.

  “Ah, this is my sister,” said Mr. Liu. “I am not married. But I am always looking for wife. Are you married Miss Vinke?”

  “You have my records, right?” I said. “You know the answer to that.”

  “Ahhhhhhh,” he said nodding heavily and tapping something onto his computer. “You are not married. This is very good. Many eligible bachelors in China for young American.”

  “Ummmmm, thank you, Mr. Liu,” I said, smiling nervously. “I am really just here for my introductory interview. I am supposed to start with Dr. Elizabeth Chen today as her new assistant.”

  “You think about. I take you out for dinner if you like that.” He stared at me and smiled widely for a bit too long, then slowly turned his focus to his computer. “One question. It says in records you are graduate student at Berkeley in California. You are a specialist in epigenetics. This is good. But then I search images and
see instagram with many photos. And then I go to web site of Peach Valley High School and see cheerleaders picture. And here is picture. Is this you? Is this your Instagram?”

  He turned his monitor so I could see. My blood turned to ice.

  “Um, that’s my sister,” I said. “Sara Vinke.”

  “Oh? Because caption say Emily Vinke. It says you are eighteen years old. This is not old enough to be graduate student unless you are Doogie Howser. You do not look like Doogie Howser.”

  “Look, um, Mr. Liu,” I said, rising from my seat and slowly walking around to his side of the desk. I sat down on the edge right in front of him and slowly crossed my legs. He stared at my long, slender legs in my stockings. “I am only in high school, but I am applying to Berkeley and it would look amazing if I had worked with Dr. Chen. I’m only going to be here a few months, then I’m going back to California. Can’t we just overlook this.”

  “Eehhhhhhhhh.” He stared at my legs. He scratched his forehead and wet his lips. “This is serious security check. I could lose job and go to jail if I get check wrong.”

  “But there are all sorts of ways for things to be ‘right’,” I said, daring to reach out and play with the collar of his shirt.

  This sort of teasing had worked more than once when I needed something a little extra on a grade. No, I’m not the sort of slut who puts out to teachers for good grades, although the subject came up a couple times with teachers. I always found a way to turn them down without hurting their feelings. And I usually got the extra credit.

  I wasn’t so sure I was going to be able to do that with Mr. Liu. But I could at least stretch things out and hope to finish my mission before he insisted on something more than the teasing.

  “You know, I do have a thing for older, nerdy, slightly-overbearing Asian guys,” I said. “If you overlook my security issues and help me get that spot at Berkeley, um, I might be willing to go out on a date with you.”

  A grin spread on his face and he looked up at me from his chair.