by R. H. Politz
She got back on the bed in front of me, slid down, straddled my head with her legs and ordered, "Fuck me with your tongue slave!" I immediately plunged between her lips and licked, flicked and played until she moaned, "Now suck my clit." I quickly obeyed, surrounding her clit with my lips and sucking it in so I could flick it with my tongue. "God that feels good!" She groaned and tightened her trembling thighs against the sides of my face. I sucked a little harder and moved my tongue a little faster. Her trembling increased, then grew to a shudder as she squirmed and gasped and squealed. Suddenly her stomach tightened and she wailed, "I'm cumming Kimmy. Yes, yes, yes..., Oh my God! I'm cumming! A spasm jerked up through her whole body. She arched her back, grabbed the bed-sheets and screamed.
I wanted to hug her, to squeeze and hold her, but all I could do was tenderly press my lips to her pussy while she calmed down from shuddering to trembling and then to quiet peace. After a couple of minutes, she sat up. "Whew, that was awesome!" Then she held my face with both hands. "Since I have you at my mercy, I'm going to take advantage of it by fucking you till we both cum."
She left for a few minutes and came back wearing a tiny thong with a dildo attached. My eyes widened as she came closer and stood next to the bed. "This cock is a little different Slave. There's a large part inside my pussy so I can feel every stroke I make in your ass. And, it vibrates! You're going to love being fucked!"
She disappeared behind me and I felt the first dildo being slowly pulled out. Then she started to insert the one she was wearing. "Don't worry. I'll make sure I don't hurt my virgin slave." She spread my cheeks with her hands and slowly pushed it in. Does it feel good," she asked while turning up the suction on my breasts and cock. "Do you want more? Of course you do!" And she pushed it in a little more. I was gasping and squirming. "That's what I want to see. You love it. I can tell."
A few moments later she was all the way in and turned the vacuum up even more. My breasts were trapped by two sucking pulsating monsters and my cock was stretched to its limit. She turned on the dildo's vibration and I groaned as the machines tickled and teased every part of my body and forced me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh yes," she said gently pounding herself against my butt. "I want to fuck you like this every day." The vibration was exhilarating. "Can you feel it? It's making me so hot, it feels great!" Then she increased the vibration and made the suction pulse on and off even faster.
"Oh my God," she mumbled bending over me with her breasts against my back. "I'm going to cum again!"
She moved faster, grabbed my shoulders, pulled herself against me and started to shake and I wanted even more of this strange new sensation. "Fuck me Kari," I yelled. Just like that..., yes, it's perfect! Keep going..., make me cum!"
Suddenly she shuddered and yelled, "I'm going to explode! Oh my God...! Yes..., yes..., yes..., oh..., YES! Cum with me Kimmy...!"
Our bodies burst into spasmodic throes of orgasm and we gasped out incoherent sounds for several trembling moments before either of us could speak. Finally, she calmed down enough to turn everything off, unhooked my bonds and I slowly stood up. "Oooo, my nipples are really sensitive!" I whimpered.
"Here, let me see." She kissed them and grinned. "But look at how far they're sticking out. That's really sexy! With no bra and a thin silk top, you'll have everyone drooling over you."
Later, during dinner, she whispered, "Kimmy..., I want you to know that, although I like to play kinky games, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'll love you either way, no matter what you decide." Then she grinned. "But you have to admit, that was really different."
I whispered back, "Kari, I loved it and I love doing everything with you!"
"You'd tell me, right..., if I did something you didn't like..., you'd tell me?" I stared into her eyes but didn't utter a sound. "I mean, I don't want to do anything that...." And still, I said nothing. She sighed. "Oh you gorgeous little manipulator, you've got me right under your thumb haven't you..., and I was supposed to be the fiendishly kinky dominatrix with a submissive slut for a slave..., not!"
I smiled and whispered, "I love being your slut, your slave, your lover and anything else you want as long as it makes you happy."
* 13 * The Second Bottle
"Kari, I've got their whole routine down," I said a few days later when she came into the computer room. "I think we should go back down there and get a couple of those special bottles."
"But we didn't find anything last time."
"Right.... And the only thing we didn't check was the cap. So, this time, we'll take the whole bottle. Did you know there's a hidden safe in the storage room?"
"The safe's in the office not the storage room and what do you mean 'hidden'?"
"Watch this." I played a video segment of an attendant swinging a set of six lockers out from the wall as if the assembly was mounted on door hinges. Behind it, was a six foot high safe with a keypad lock. She entered a code, opened the safe and removed five bottles from a shelf. These, presumably, were the ones fetching such a high price. Back in her treatment room, she carefully placed the bottles to the left of the ones already there and made a phone call. Later segments showed the sale of those same bottles and her subsequent counting of the American money.
"I had no idea there was a safe there!"
"So..., let's go rob it!"
"Ha! Robbing myself; now there's a story to write about. How do you want to do it?"
"I'll do the weekend concert those promoters have been begging for but we'll arrive on Wednesday and have them pick us up at the airport. That way, everyone at Euphoria will know we're coming and we'll see how they get ready for your arrival on our cameras. They're closed on Sunday so we'll go in for a private treatment and snatch a couple of those special bottles."
"If everyone knows we're there, how are you going to go to the storage room without anyone seeing you?"
"Simple, you're going to tell your employees that we'll need a manicurist at two but we'll get there at one. It'll only take me about three minutes to get the bottles. If anyone decides to come in early, they'll only find you giving me a private personal massage before my manicure."
"Okay, that's cool but how are you going to open the safe and why the manicurist?"
"The safe's code is on video and the manicure gives us a reason to be there. After all, Brazil's newest superstar has to look her best for the Paparazzi. Doesn't she?"
"Kimmy..., you are too much! Cloak and dagger stuff is just not my forte but it seems that anything and everything is yours. Is there anything you can't do?"
"I used to think I couldn't do anything right until I met you."
"Oh my beautiful, smart, sexy Kimmy, I hope this doesn't come back to bite us."
"Yeah..., that is a real worry but we can't stop now. Who knows what's in those bottles?"
On Sunday, we put on dark brown wigs, baggy clothes and ate lunch in a cafe across from Euphoria. We saw no one entering the building so, a little after one, we crossed the plaza, went into the spa and changed to our regular clothes. Everything went as planned and, to ensure believability, or more realistically, because we loved pleasing each other whenever possible, she teased me to the edge of orgasm until we heard a knock on the treatment room door. "Just a minute," Kari yelled.
I was getting dressed and still trembling a bit when the manicurist came in. She noticed my flushed face and snickered a little but, an hour later, we left with fresh nails, hidden bottles and a smile on my face. "Whew!" we both exclaimed after crossing the street and heading to the hotel. "I was so nervous! That's why I insisted on teasing you so much. It took my mind off everything."
"Is that the only reason you tortured me for so long?"
"Ha! No! Once I started, it was too much fun to stop and I forgot all about the other stuff. I was hoping the manicurist would be late!"
Back at the hotel, we packaged the suspect bottles for shipment back to New York and ditched the gloves I had used when handling them. Then, we
toured, vacationed and let the Paparazzi validate our reason for being in Brazil. In the airport lounge on our way home, a waitress said, "Oh..., you're Kimmy! I have your CD. Would you mind autographing it for me?" I signed with my now famous 'K K' and suddenly a small crowd gathered. We almost missed our flight."
It took only a day to burn a DVD and package it with one of the bottles we shipped back. "Here's a part I haven't figured out Kari. Who do we give this to? The police don't care what's happening in Brazil so it's either the FBI or CIA or someone like that. Got any ideas?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. One of our regular clients is married to an FBI agent. I'll talk to her when she comes in next week."
"Great! Then I'll leave this with you. What's her name?"
I looked up the woman in Euphoria's client records and found that she spent over a thousand dollars on various treatments every week. That seemed strange given her husband's salary but, with all the studying I had to catch up on, I forgot about it and hit the books. I hoped to set the record for the youngest MBA recipient in the school and, on top of that, I had more songs to complete. The cloak and dagger work was done..., or so I thought.
The agent came in, talked to Kari and took the package but, afterwards, she told me she sensed something was wrong. "I'm not sure if he didn't believe me or he thought it was a waste of his time. He was acting really weird so I gave him your package but I didn't say anything about the second bottle. Maybe he thought it was just some paranoid woman's imagination."
"Well, we've done the right thing. Now it's up to them to figure it out."
"Yeah, I suppose..., but it seems like we did a lot of work for nothing if it just sits in a file. All that sneaking around was kind of fun though. I've never done anything like that before."
"Cool huh? Now it's back to our real lives. I finished my thesis last night so tonight I'm all yours. Okay?"
"Kimmy, that's always okay!"
When I went to Euphoria on Monday, two men were talking to Kari in her office and I could hear their gruff voices through the closed glass doors as I approached. Ginger caught me in the hall, grabbed my arm and pulled me to her office. "Kimmy, do you have any idea why two FBI agents are in there yelling at Kari?"
"I don't know. She gave a package to an agent last week. Maybe that's what it's about."
"What kind of package, what was in it?"
"It was a..., look, when they're done, we'll explain the whole thing."
"I hope so. I'm worried about her; and you if you're involved. Those men are not calmly asking routine questions. They're after something that has them pretty upset!"
Two minutes later, the men stormed out and Kari came in to Ginger's office. "Whew," she breathed. "Kimmy..., I'm so glad you're here." Then she whispered, "I think it came back to bite us!"
"But how...?"
"Ginger, do you have any patients right now or can we have a few minutes?"
"I just cleared my schedule Kari. Now sit down and tell me what's going on. We haven't had this much excitement since the mayor's son wanted us to change him into a girl and his father dragged him out by the ear!"
We told Ginger what we'd done and then Kari said, "Those two agents kept asking about the other bottle. I tried to convince them they had everything but I'm not sure they believed me."
I wondered how those men could even know there were two bottles missing. "Were either of them the agent you gave the package to?"
"No. I've never seen them before. They said it was turned over to them for investigation and they weren't very nice about it at all. Maybe they're just grumpy people."
Kari's description of that interrogation was quite curious and Ginger noticed my pensive expression. "There's something more going on here isn't there?"
I thought for a moment wondering how much I should actually tell Ginger. "I'm not sure Ginger but they've got everything they need to investigate. Don't know why they'd be back here asking more questions."
"I don't either," added Kari with a sigh of relief," but I'm glad they're gone. I don't ever want to see those two again!"
"Okay...!" I said changing the subject, "that's over with so let's get some work done. Kari, I'd like to show you some new client reports I just finished and Ginger, we're sorry for the interruption. We'll be in the data center if you need us."
On the way to the data room, Kari whispered, "You surprised me in there Kimmy. Why'd you stop me from telling her about the second bottle?"
"The less she knows, the safer she is. This whole thing is getting weird. How did those guys even know about the second bottle? Did you tell that agent you gave the package to about it?"
"No, I never mentioned it."
"See? Strange! Let's check the surveillance cameras. Maybe that'll tell us something."
When I logged onto the server, the live feed was dead. I checked the logs and discovered the cameras stopped working thirty minutes after Kari gave the evidence to the FBI agent. "This has to be more than mere coincidence Kari!"
"What do you mean?"
"Okay..., let's put this together. First, based on the way those bottles move through Euphoria, there's no way anyone down there would have discovered the switch for at least a month. Second, the cameras were well hidden and no one could have possibly found the transmitter unless they knew exactly what they were looking for so why did they stop working a half hour after you gave the package to that agent? Third, we're the only ones who knew we switched two bottles so why did those agents verbally attack you about the second one?" There really is something more going on here and it somehow involves those FBI people. Did you get the names of those two who just left?"
"Yes, their cards are on my desk. Why, are we in trouble?"
"Don't know yet but let's make a couple of phone calls. We'll make one from your office and use a pay phone for the second."
Our first call was to the original agent who took the package and he verified turning the case over to the two "FBI agents" who had just left. Kari thanked him and hung up. Then we told the receptionist we were going out to lunch but instead, drove downtown to make the second call.
"Hi," I said to the FBI operator. "My name is Mary Smith and I'm trying to reach...." The receptionist said that neither one of the agent names were listed. "Mercs," I said as I hung up.
"Mercs...? What's that mean?"
"Did you notice that all three cards show the same direct line phone number?"
"No but..., what's that mean?"
"Looks like the agent you gave the package to is real but the other two are definitely not FBI."
"Then who are they?"
"Don't know but one of the students I tutored is really into hacking. Maybe she can help us find out. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Can I offer her something at Euphoria as a reward?"
The next day, I told Valerie I needed some work done on a project for my thesis and she agreed to find out everything she could on all three names. In return, we offered her some free services at Euphoria but the report she gave me two days later was frightening. One of the men who had been so nasty to Kari was a CIA officer. The other was someone who didn't even exist in any of the record searches and the FBI agent's bank accounts showed large deposits that far exceeded his government salary. Before dinner that evening, I took Kari for a walk in the garden and gave her the bad news.
"This is way bigger that even I imagined Kari. We're going to have to play dumb and hope we can walk away from it unscathed."
I continued to scan Brazil's daily news for anything that mentioned "Euphoria" or "Kimmy" but everything I found was about my music performances. Finally, a week later, Euphoria and Murder popped up in a headline. The victim was the attendant who was selling the bottles. I headed for Kari's office to let her know. She was on the phone when I arrived and waved me in.
"Kimmy..., that was our spa in Brazil. One of our employees was murdered in her home last night and I think it might have something to do with ––"
"Shush," stop," I whispered interrupt
ing her sentence. Then I said in a normal tone, "That's terrible! One of your employees...? Oh Kari, I can see this has really upset you. Calm down."
"But Kimmy, they said murder!"
"Okay, that's it! Come on, I'm buying you a drink." I put my finger to my lips and motioned for her to follow. She looked puzzled but silently did as I instructed.
"We'll be back in an hour," I said as we passed the receptionist. She nodded and made one of those, "I know what you two are going to do" smirks. Every time Kari started to ask me something, I put my hand up and silently mouthed, "Shush" until we crossed the street and went into a tavern. I chose a booth, slid close and kissed her.
"Kimmy..., not now...! Didn't you hear what I said? That poor woman ––"
"Make believe we're just gossiping," I whispered in her ear. "I'll tell you what I think but, right now, laugh and go along with me."
It took her a second to catch on but then she kissed me and giggled. The waitress brought our drinks and snickered at our public display of affection so I continued the 'sweet nothings' in Kari's ear.
"Yes, that was her. Don't look surprised. We're just gossiping. Make it look real. If you want to tell me anything, whisper in my ear."
She laughed, squirmed a little and whispered, "Okay, I think I can do that very well but..., what is happening down there?"
"Someone's trying to clean up loose ends and they're not sure where to look."
"Loose ends..., you mean they're killing whoever they think might have taken the other bottle? That's a horrible thing to do!"
"Don't look but two men have been following us since we left the spa. Finish your drink. We're going shopping. Look happy."
We walked to a very expensive women's store knowing any man would stand out like a sore thumb in that environment and, once behind a clothes rack, I felt safe enough to talk. "What do you think about this?" I asked in a normal voice and then whispered, "Whoever those men are, they're willing to kill anyone who might have infiltrated their operation. Tell me you don't like the color or something."
