The XXX Files Season One (Episodes 1-4)

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Willow gave Randall a minute to chew on her threat before she continued. “I’ll tell everyone about Red Breath, your little projects, and the space station.”

  “Wow,” Randall laughed. “You have a few of the pieces and no idea how they fit. I assure you, Ms. Monroe, you are making an Eiffel Tower-sized mistake. I am here to help you. Believe it or not, I may be one of your only allies in this world. I have no dogs on you. If I did, you would be dead already. I accept full responsibility for what happened to you at Helix, and want nothing more than to help you through it.”

  Willow was shocked into silence, listening to Best’s answer.

  “Return to Helix, Willow. You have zero chance for survival out there. Come back to Helix, and we will give you every chance in the world. We can help. I can help. If necessary, get you out of the country, with whatever you need. Believe it and benefit, or refuse aid and suffer. But I promise on the lives of Adam, Jessica, Avery, and my wife, Angelica, Ms. Monroe, I am your best and only hope.”

  Willow wasn’t sure what to say.

  Something inside her was shaking.

  The call had gone nothing like she expected, catching her in the shock between fury and hope.

  They each sat on their own side of the call, breathing steady, listening and waiting for the other to speak; an oral game of chicken. Willow was on the run and living on borrowed time, Randall a billionaire with all the time in the world. Naturally, he won.

  Willow said, “Fuck you and the horse you fucked on the way over here, Best. Fuck you for making me a monster. You’re already dead.”

  Willow hung up the phone and tossed it on the seat.

  Fuck him.

  Willow would go it alone.

  If she had to put her trust in someone, it would be Brad Hammer, not Randall FUCKING Best.

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  Chapter Three — Courtney Grayson

  Courtney was strapped to a chair, tight enough to hold her down, but not quite tight enough to cause her pain. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to remember where she was, how she got there, and what in the fuck she could possibly do next.

  Courtney remembered the sound outside her motel room door, and thinking it was Hammer. For a second, she allowed herself to think he had come to close the deal they had been circling for years, and seemed closer to closing than ever. The tension between them had never been hotter.

  All Courtney wanted Brad to do was rip the clothes from her body, and finish the closing.

  She had been having a recurring dream for nearly a week. Every time she closed her eyes she imagined stripping for Hammer.

  She pictured him lying on the bed as she stood before him in layers, with teasing, clingy fabric and shear openings in naughty blacks, sultry reds and innocent whites.

  Courtney’s skirt was short, with a long zipper designed to please, just like the one on her blouse. Her bra was see through – except for her nipples, buried like the treasure they were – with a front hook that made it easy to tease. Her hidden thong would give Hammer a clear view of her ripe apple ass, once she peeled the short skirt from her waist.

  She also wore shoes with an indecent length of heel, of course, as well as a few more accessories – a hat, scarf, gloves, and her favorite one of Brad’s ties – the one that looked like it had innocuous squiggles, though it was actually the words fuck you scribbled over and over.

  She always started with plenty so she could strip it all off, getting Hammer harder with every drop of fabric to splash on the floor.

  Courtney sashayed to the iPod in Hammer’s apartment, turned Beyonce’s “I Dance For You” as loud as it would go, then started slowly stripping her clothes until she was wearing nothing but a heart necklace and an ankle bracelet.

  By the time Courtney finished stripping, Hammer was on the floor and panting like a dog. That’s when she dragged a chair in front of him, sat down, put her feet on his knees, spread her legs like the leathered wings of a dragon, then dug deep enough inside her sopping hole to make Hammer beg like the dog that he was.

  After she gave herself the first orgasm, Courtney stood from the chair, bent over the side, then commanded Brad to fuck her from behind.

  But that was always when the fantasy ended – just before it got really good.

  Like their real-life relationship, her dream was all about the anticipation.

  While Courtney was trying to pull herself from the thick mud of a drugged sleep, the alarm bells inside her were ringing.

  Something was wrong. Really wrong.

  “Welcome back to the world of the living,” a voice said.

  The ringing in her ears made it impossible to identify the voice’s direction. But she could tell it was suddenly closer. “You were so deep I almost thought you might never wake back up.”

  Though Courtney’s eyes were still too blurred to make out anything beyond fuzzy shapes, she could easily imagine the smirk on the face of the blurry figure in front of her.

  He said, “Do you always moan in your sleep? You know that makes it difficult on a man, with you writhing like a little kitty in heat over here in the corner.” The man cackled a laugh, without any funny inside it.

  “Where am I?” Courtney said.

  “You’re in the custody of Tricky Dick,” he said.

  “What the hell kind of a name is that?” Courtney asked.

  Tricky Dick laughed. “It isn’t much of one, I suppose,” he said. “It was just the first thing that I thought of when I first contacted Agent Hammer.”

  Courtney’s heart froze.

  “You’re only here because your partner was careless, and allowed it to happen,” Tricky Dick said. “You could even say he invited the drama. I gave him a chance. I told him all he had to do was deliver Willow Monroe to me. I even gave him 48 hours.” Tricky Dick sighed. “But Agent Hammer just wouldn’t listen. He let her go and now here we are. It truly is a shame, considering she was in your custody.”

  Courtney said, “You’re making a mistake. Hammer will be here. He’ll get me and punish you for taking me. You’re already dead.”

  Another shattered laugh from Tricky Dick, then, “I have no doubt you’re right, Agent Grayson. Hammer will be here, but you and I can disagree after that. I have been kind enough to offer your partner one final chance. If he takes it, good for both of you. You will leave alive and live another day. If not, you’ll never see anything outside of this room ever again.”

  The blur finally fled Grayson eyes. She lifted her head to get a good look at her captor. The man was massive, even sitting. Maybe 6’ 5” with enormous shoulders and a linebacker’s body. He wore olive colored fatigues and a black tee, wrapped tightly around his rippling body. In his left hand he held a white cloth, a 9mm Beretta in his right. He slowly dragged the white of the cloth against the black of the gun.

  He looked like a fucking action figure.

  “Look,” he said, “just because I won’t flinch before I pull the trigger, doesn’t mean I want to kill either one of you. Believe me, this entire thing is a giant pain in my ass. All I want to do is deliver the job I promised, and collect my pay. That’s it.”

  Grayson said, “Who the hell are you?”

  “Who in the hell do you think I am?”

  Courtney was turning pieces in her mind, wishing she knew what Hammer knew.

  She asked, “Public or private?”

  G.I.Joe turned to Grayson and smiled. “What do you mean?”

  “Are you working for the government, or Helix?”

  “Ah,” G.I.Joe nodded, “pubic or private. Is there really a difference anymore?” He laughed, this time his cackle held its fair share of humor. “I can’t tell you who I work for Ms. Monroe, which I’m quite sure you understand. But out of professional courtesy, I don’t mind saying...” He leaned forward, until he was just inches from Courtney’s ear. “What’s the difference, Agent Grayson? Don't we all work for the same people?”

  Grayson said, “If we all work for the same people, then why don't
you let us do our job and bring in Willow?”

  “Ha,” he said. “While we might work for the same people, we don't have the same boss. Let's just say there's a disagreement in management style, and my boss is unwilling to take chances with your agency's incompetence.”

  Icy dread crept through Courtney’s body.

  She had been in many similar situations, and there was one inarguable truth when it came to monologuing bad guys. When an asshole was holding you prisoner, and didn’t mind giving you the details of their plan, it meant they were hours away from killing you.

  Courtney closed her eyes and prayed for Hammer.

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  Chapter Four — Willow Monroe

  Willow checked into the motel, ran inside her room, collapsed onto the bed, then spread her legs and started to dance the two-fingered tango as she closed her eyes and imagined Brad Hammer’s face buried between her legs.

  She stared at the black of her shuttered lids, searching for a way out, looking for a sign or a star or anything she could wish or pray on; anything that would make her bottomless lust for Hammer begin to dissolve.

  Things were getting too dangerous.

  Willow’s thoughts had all been swallowed by a man who may or may not have been out to kill her.

  Brad Hammer was her fix; their moments together were the only glue holding her sanity together. She could fuck him to Shangri-la, without leaving him dead. That made Hammer more than an obsession, it made him Willow’s only possible remaining step back into sanity.

  Willow pulled one finger out and slipped a trio inside.

  She screamed, sloshing her digits inside and out, imagining Brad behind the wheel of his car, roaring toward her. The more Willow fucked herself, and broadcast her mind movie into his brain, the easier time Hammer would have of finding her.

  And the hotter he’d be when he finally did.

  Willow left her panties dangling from one of her ankles because she thought the image would make Brad hotter.

  Panting, she rubbed her palm flat against her pussy for several minutes until she sent herself into her first screaming orgasm, then slowed her rubbing to a steady pet. The mattress under her ass was soaking, a pool from her juices.

  Willow moved her fingers faster and faster, arching over the mattress, her body bucking with bottomless craving. She was already through her third orgasm and had yet to “see” Hammer in her mind, so she called to him.

  Brad, I want to feel you in my mouth. I can’t stop thinking about your massive cock throbbing between the heat of my cheeks. Your dick is so fat, I’ll have to use both hands to hold the base while my head bobs up and down. Will you pretty please hurry and get here so you can fuck my mouth and fill it with cum?

  There was a long minute of silence, then:

  I’m almost there.

  That sent Willow into a frenzy.

  Are you ready to cum in my mouth, Brad? I’m going to flick the tip of your dick with my tongue, then lap up every drop of pre-cum as it squirts from your tip. I can’t stop craving your cum, you’re the only man in this world who will never leave me thirsty. I want to swallow every drop until I choke, but I also want you to cum on my face and tits and all over my body.

  Willow could hear Brad’s mind moaning from behind the wheel:

  “Mmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmm…”

  I’m running my tongue on your shaft, up and down, soaking it until it’s slick with my spit. I’m sopping wet now, Brad. When you get hear I want you to scoop a handful of my juice, right from my pussy, then I want you to smear it all over my ass. Will you do that? Do you still want to cum in my mouth or would you rather cum in my ass?

  Brad thought, “I want to fuck your ass and then cum in your mouth!!!”

  Willow wondered if Brad was jerking off while driving.

  She certainly hoped not.

  “Don’t cum yet,” Willow moaned, still furiously rubbing her muff. “Save it all for me.” Brad went silent while Willow kept rubbing her pussy, losing herself to rapture.

  The hunger was painful. She wanted him so bad. It was smothering something inside her. She imagined his lips on hers. She imagined his lips everywhere.

  She was starving without him.

  Her motel door burst open and Brad charged into the room, unzipping his pants on the way to the bed.

  Before Willow could resist, not that she would have, Brad had his face buried between her creamy thighs, his tongue stabbing her neatly trimmed pussy.

  It took Willow 10 seconds before she slammed into an orgasm. Brad pulled his face from between her legs, then freed a raging red and throbbing cock from his pants, stroked it once, then sent a half cup’s worth of half and half flying from the open mouth of his spitting snake.

  Hammer’s spunk slapped Willow in the face. She licked her lips, then smiled at Brad as he returned to his feast.

  Willow reached her arms over her head, grabbing the headboard as she screamed. Brad dragged the fat of his tongue across a slippery slit, soaking his throat with its squirting.

  Willow’s legs went weak and the room spun as Hammer lapped her lady lips like a predator on prey; the hunter now hunted.

  Brad’s hands moved along the bottoms of her thighs, then back up, flooding her body with goose flesh as his fingers dug deeper into the meat of her skin. He lifted Willow’s legs, pushed her knees against her chest, then dove back into her dripping slit, working his tongue like the brush of an artist.

  She thrashed about as Brad licked long circles around her clit, before burying the tip of his tongue deep inside her burning hole.

  “Mmmmmm,” Willow quietly moaned, looping her arms around her legs, then behind her knees as Hammer held them tight against her.

  His hands roamed across her ass and hips as he devoured her aching, hungry cunt, sliding his tongue through her glistening pussy lips, then back to her clit.

  Willow bit her lower lip as she came; her pussy spread wide, flooding juices all over his mouth. Her entire body threatened to go numb from too much pleasure as Hammer’s tongue inched slowly toward her puckered asshole, then past, stopping as he spread her ass cheeks and tucked his tongue into her starfish.

  Willow held her scream inside, but couldn’t keep it there for more than a second before it erupted from her throat, twice as loud. She pounded herself with four fingers from one hand, twisted her nipples with the other, and kept her body grinding against the mattress as Brad tongue fucked her asshole from behind.

  Willow was slowly catching her breath, an open rag doll sprawled across the bed with her eyes closed. She brought her hands to her breasts and started to kneed them as something soft and smooth brushed against the side of her cheek.

  Willow opened her eyes to Brad’s beautiful cock hovering above her.

  Hammer rubbed the tip of his dick over her open mouth. Willow opened wider, stretching her mouth around his soft, spongy cock head, taking the all of him in, swirling her tongue around his mushroom tip, and savoring the salt from his earlier splatter.

  Willow eased Brad’s still swollen length into her mouth, inch by inch until his balls were nudged against her chin. Hammer reached down and grabbed her tits as he started moving his cock in and out of her slippery mouth.

  Willow slurped and sucked on his shaft, harder with each pinch and tease of her bullet hard nipples, her hands roaming up and along his muscular thighs, then wrapping around his body to grab the firm muscle of his ass.

  There was no lover like Brad Hammer, not in the world, at least not for Willow.

  As his cock throbbed in her mouth, she felt soaked by the sad truth that their future together was doomed. Her hands lingered past her flat stomach, down to her dripping pussy. She spread her lips and teased her fingers between them as she moaned on his cock, rubbing her clit in circles, matching the tease of Hammer at her nipples.

  Hammer was breathing like a raging boar as his cock slid freely in and out of Willow’s warm mouth. The throb of his cock said he was about to cum. Willow wanted
to feel his thick jizz spray down her throat but he had other plans.

  Hammer pulled his shaft from her mouth, flipped Willow onto her stomach, then spread her ass and rubbed the head of his shaft up and down, deep through her slippery lips. Once the head of his cock was slick from her slit juice, he nudged it up against Willow’s asshole and inched himself inside her to blend pleasure and pain.

  Her soft, round ass rippled with every ram of Hammer’s hips barreling against it. She felt practically split in two as his thrusts gained momentum, growing sharper as he sped toward a blast. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head toward him as she arched her back and pushed her ass harder against his pounding.

  Hammer rode her like a horse, pulling on her hair to buck her hips harder, then releasing his grip to let her relax.

  Being treated like an animal fueled Willow’s desire.

  As Hammer started to grunt, Willow spread her ass cheeks as far as she could. The inferno inside was piping hot, and the room was buzzing around her. He groaned, loudly, then pulled his cock from inside her, curling his fingers around his massive shaft and jerking it several times.

  She obediently kept her ass spread, her asshole gaping wide from the pounding.

  Hammer jerked his cock a few more times, then erupted. Cum sprayed everywhere in thick white ribbons, plastering Willow’s open ass and cheeks with a series of splatters.

  She never flinched as each fresh splatter painted her flesh. Hammer kept cumming for more than a minute, leaving Willow looking as though she had slipped and fell face first on the yogurt factory floor, glazed from the juice glistening down the length of her thighs.

  Brad caught his breath then stood from the bed, pulling the puddle of his pants over the softening of his cock. “You know, it’s weird,” he said.

  “What?”

  Willow didn’t notice the gun in his hand until the dart was flying toward her.

  THWAP!

  The dart slapped into the side of her neck. She heard, “I think I really do love you,” before her eyes drooped closed and her head fell to the side.