Liar

"If you ever disappear on me again, I'll shoot you. As a Federal agent, I have to warn you that I own a gun!" She said before slapping my ass and walking back to the passenger seat.



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INFILTRATION

The glare of the steel and glass building in downtown Pittsburgh was blinding for a moment as a sliver of morning sun pierced between the towers. One Gateway Center eclipsed the surrounding buildings with it's cold and dominating presence.

Like any Monday morning in a big city, the hectic pace of people heading to work, delivering packages, and preparing for another week swirled around me. It had rained earlier and the sidewalks still had that damp, musty smell.

It was day four of the op and I was past the pleasantries of getting to know the staff where I was now 'employed'. It wasn't out of the ordinary for a large company like Quinn's to have short term contractors like myself working in their facility.

I flashed the temporary badge at the security check point and stepped onto the escalator to the mezzanine Light from the six story atrium flooded the space casting reflective glare on the passengers as they moved up from floor to floor. The elevators to upper floors of the building could only be accessed from the mezzanine level.

Gliding along I leaned against the black plastic railing and glanced back down the long line of employees behind me. I saw Jessica at a distance. She had just passed security and was heading for the escalator as well. Shifting the shoulder strap of her brief case to a more secure spot, she gripped the escalator railing and looked up. Seeing me, she flashed that fantastic smile of hers and waved. I don't normally go for blonds but she could be the exception.

"Jessica!" I called out, echoing through the atrium. "Looking great as always!" Jim Newton was a bit more boisterous than my normal self. I had played this character before and found it easy to be the loud mouth, know it all, consultant named Jim.

She blushed a bit and threw me the hand signal for 'wait a minute'. Stepping off the escalator I moved to one side and let others pass by.

"I had the most incredible weekend." She started. Most of the conversations Jessica started were nothing more than just a continuation of the last conversation you had with her. She probably didn't even stop while you were gone. "We went down into the mountains of West Virginia and did some shooting!" She rambled on.

Every time we talked photography, Jessica bubbled. She was hooked and hooked good. She loved every part of it. Somehow people who are into photography can identify each other. You can also quickly identify the difference between those who are real photographers and those who have a point and shoot. Models refer to those guys as GWC, or "guy with camera".

But Jessica was far beyond that. She understood the basics and was really wanting to learn. It was my open door to get to know her and gain her trust. How else would I be able to access her computer for the intel we needed?

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine." I briskly replied in my best 'Jim' voice. Hopefully she'd show me on that laptop she was carrying around. And of course if I was lucky she'd show me a bit more.

"Let's do lunch. I want your opinion on a couple of them. I just love, love, love the ones we took that have a waterfalls and an old water wheel mill in the background. They're just the bomb."

"Great. Text me when you want to head out." I replied, knowing that she really would; if she remembered. Other staff at Quinn's office complex referred to her as 'The Blond Lighthouse'. They explained it by saying that her attention span was as short as the beam of a light house hitting you. But wait for it, she'll come around again soon.

Four hours of digging through records and financial statements later, my eyes were glossing over. While I had a background in business, this was a bit more specific. Luckily all I had to do was fake it well. I was sending much of the data to a true accountant team back at BDO's offices. They were making me look pretty good. The early findings that I offered Quinn's executives seemed to make them happy.

I was just preparing an email with another bundle of information to send over to BDO's offices when I sensed someone at the door. Spinning around in the office chair, I could see Jessica through the glass panel that paralleled the door.

She really was hot; short skirts, tanned legs, sweet smile. But there was something missing. She was just a kid. I much prefer women. God! Just like that, there she was again. Billie was in my brain, making it hard to concentrate as usual.

"Jim!" Jessica tapped on the door while opening it. "Is this a good time?"

"Sure is." I said as I hit the send button. I watched as the file went from the outbox to the sent box. Closing the laptop I was using, I started to stand up when several staff members entered pushing a cart.

"Hope you don't mind, but I brought lunch. For some reason getting in and out of the building has been frustrating lately."

"No, this is great." I said a bit confused. "What's the issue with leaving?"

"Security goes a bit nuts when I go through the lines anymore. Seems like every time I leave they want to examine my company laptop. They take it to the desk and run it through a scanner just about every time."

"Really? They haven't even looked at my computer." I replied.

"The told me that since I was the boss's wife, there might be people who would try to steal my data thinking they might get company secrets. There aren't any secrets on this laptop. Just photos from my hiking trips. Adam can be a little security obsessed at times. So I don't keep anything of any importance on this little box." She gently patted her macbook air that she cradled like a loved child.

"You can never be too careful. We are talking about millions of dollars in transactions every day." I chimed in as I cleared a work table for our lunch.

"Oh, Jim, millions a day is only the division you're looking at." She said with a devilish grin. She headed for the work table as two staff members started their preparation.

I chuckled as I pulled out a chair for her. "Guess you're right. Should I worry that I'm having lunch with the bosses wife?" I tried to make light of the situation to relax her as well as keep my 'Jim' bravado going. As I pushed her chair forward I glanced down her blouse for a moment. Gorgeous, shapely breasts were free floating in silk and satin. 'Maybe I could get into that shirt too.' I whimsically thought.

Looking down her blouse was only for the act of 'being Jim' in this op. I actually wanted her to notice that move. It was in keeping with the character and personality I had created for Jim. But to be honest with myself, I created that character because Jessica was so damn hot.

The staff swirled around Jessica as if she were royalty. Lunch was more than just a brown bag. They brought on the dog. Linen napkins and Fiestaware table settings, perfectly plated a modern Mexican cuisine. They even had a bouquet of fresh flowers as a centerpiece.

Taking a seat next to Jessica I unfolded my napkin and shook it before laying it across my lap. "So Jessica tell me about this photo trip! It just sounds so exciting."

As lunch progressed I was surprised by Jessica's knowledge of photography. I truly didn't expect that she would be this far progressed in her artistic style as well as her technical understanding of photography. She pulled out the laptop and started displaying dozens of gorgeous photos. Many landscapes and several professional shots of her flashed across her screen.

But even more surprising than her knowledge of photography was her pleasant company. She was more than a vacant, blond bomb shell. She was witty, charming, and well read. She may be a trophy wife but she was an intelligent trophy wife.

All through lunch she let the laptop display her photos. I gave occasional commentary and offered suggestions along the way. She was pretty talented. The pictures of her modeling were pretty hot too. She blushed a couple of times when a few topless shots flashed by the screen.

"Okay, I gotta ask." I started. But I paused. 'Maybe I'm jumping the gun. I'm not under a time limit on this op so don't push too soon.' I thought.

"What?" She took another bite of the black beans that had been served. "You were going to say?"

"Well, maybe it's not my place to ask, so forget it." I muttered taking a sip of cola.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. What's a girl like this doing with Adam?" She mocked.

She caught me off guard. Guess she's far brighter than I gave her credit for. Maybe it's a bit misogynistic of me, but I didn't imagine she would have such depth and insight based on the bio sheet the FBI had given me.

"Okay, so yeah. What's with Adam?" I asked as I sat back in my seat and folded my arms.

"I get it a lot, so don't worry about it." She grinned as she fell back in her seat, mirroring my stance. "He's good to me. I've led a wild life and when I met Adam, he surprised me. Unlike the guy's I've dated and married previously, he treats me like a woman. He's kind, and thoughtful, and tender in ways I didn't expect."

I leaned forward and took my utensils again. Picking at the food in front of me I continued, "It's not my place to judge. It's just that there's such an age difference that you gotta admit, you make people wonder."

"Oh, yeah, I'm the trophy wife." She tugged her hair to one side and leaned over to take another bite of food.

Her cell phone buzzed with a text message. She glanced for a moment with an edge of disgust. "Of course the problem with Adam is that he can be pretty controlling at times. Excuse me, I have to take this." She took her phone and headed to a nearby vacant office to take the call. Most likely Adam, checking on her.

Quickly I turned her laptop around and pulled out a miniature backup drive and plugged it into the firewire port. The pre-programmed drive began pulling files from her laptop as quickly as the hardware would permit.

Shoving the drive back into my pocket with time to spare, Jessica re-entered the room.

"Im really sorry, but Adam is demanding my presence to greet some executives from DC. They're only about three hours early." She closed her laptop and began pulling her things together to leave.

"Well, thank you for lunch." I offered as I stood to say good bye.

"Rain check?" She asked.

"Sure. Maybe you'd give me permission to shoot you sometime. I'd love to take a shot at capturing your eyes.

She grinned and agreed but wasn't giving me a date for a shoot. She was hot and she knew it. She loved using that knowledge to her advantage too.





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DEBRIEFING

Billie texted me. Three text messages in a row. "buzz." "buzz." "buzz." It was simple code for 'are you free to talk.'

I couldn't help myself. I texted back to her, "I keep my phone in my front pocket and knew it was you. It's on vibrate." "Can you do that three more times? I'm so close to cumming."

"buzz." "buzz." "buzz." "buzz." "buzz." I could tell she was angry at my sarcasm by her responding five times.

"God, I only asked for three! You're insatiable sometimes!!!" I replied back.

"Shithead" she sent.

I grinned as I put my phone back in my pocket. There was a knock at the hotel room door. I opened it and there she stood, furious with me. "God damn it Max, can't you be serious for just one minuet of your entire life?"

"I am. This is a cell phone in my pocket .... and yes, I am glad to see you too." I love edging her on. She knows she loves it too but always gives me that look of disgust.

"Cut it out, Max!" She demanded. "What do you have for me?"

"It's right here in my front pocket." I winked at her as I spoke, only to be on the receiving end of yet another slap across the face.

I recovered my composure and pulled the micro drive out of my front pocket. Raising it to display it to her, she covered her mouth. "Fuck, you were being serious!"

"Very." I muttered as I rubbed my cheek. Okay, it didn't really hurt, but I didn't want her to know that.

"Did you find anything?" She asked.

I walked over to the desk in the hotel suite and opened my laptop. Plugging it in again and calling up the data, I showed her. "I got nothing!" I exclaimed.

Billie sat down and began digging through the files, searching file names and sub directories. But there wasn't much there. Just contact lists, a few records, plans for an upcoming charity gala, and hundreds of photos.

"Well, looks like you're going to have to keep your 'date' with her for shooting." She muttered, closing the laptop lid.

She stood up and grabbed her purse to go. But she wasn't getting out of there that easily. I took her arm as passed by me and pulled her to me. Our bodies clashed together like cymbals in a parade. The impact vibrated through our bodies.

I threw my arms around her waist and squeezed. The feeling of the small of her back in my hand, pressing her torso to mine was electrifying. Without asking she began kissing me. Without asking, I kissed back. The feel of her lips against mine shook the facade of professionalism from my being.

Billie was wearing street clothes while undercover. The feeling of her spring weight sweater in my hand as it gripped the small of her back was soft and sensual. It was the feeling of the real Billie that I knew and had fallen for. Not the 'all business' FBI agent with the strong character and sharp demeanor.

In my arms, she was a woman. While I loved the feel of that sweater, I much prefer the feel of her flesh. My hand slid up under the hem and I touched her skin; gently at first but with increasing intensity.

A hand suddenly gripped my ass and my mouth that was kissing her expressed a smile. I opened my eyes to find she was staring at me again. Her constant inquisition can be a bit intimidating at times. But I know this woman better than she thinks I do.

Billie can't help herself. She over thinks everything. Even in moments of intimacy she's investing far too much energy in probing for information, playing out possibilities, and running potential outcomes of varied scenarios.

"Stop thinking about it and make love to me." I whispered.

We had this talk before. Billie isn't a woman who wants a one night stand or a quick fuck. Making love to Billie is time consuming. You have to invest yourself in it completely or you'll fall short. She wants to be romanced and enjoyed. She desires a sexual partner where there's an affinity for one another, not just lust. Intimacy can have a crass side of carnal knowledge or a loving side of intense self disclosure.

She would never let a man just fuck her. She needed a man who would reveal himself to her, unveiling his real self before she would find herself desiring him physically.

She knew me. She knew that I was a typical man who was driven by sight, sound, and touch. But she knew that I wanted her so deeply that I would give her what she wanted before even asking for the privilege of making love to her.

In our first conversation about sex, she asked me to tell her the difference between having sex and making love. My first thought was to blow some smoke and tell her what I thought she wanted to hear. But instead I had a strange moment of honesty.

Men can be so mechanical at times. Having sex can be nothing more than letting off pent up sexual anxiety. It can almost be a subconscious act of physical aggression. But truly making love to a woman is a lot more difficult. It requires an emotional attachment.

So making love to Billie became long hours of romance, massaging her thoroughly, patient foreplay, and building an inner connection with her that gave you permission to be with her. Somewhere along the way, I began enjoying the erotic emotion of building that connection as much as I did the consummation of the investment.

The results were astounding. She let go of her inhibitions and our intimacy had a sexual freedom that I can't truly explain.

But my months in San Antonio under dark cover had distanced us. Maybe she harbored frustration with me for being away. Maybe she was having moments of moral reflection over our little affair. Or maybe she had found another lover. I don't know. But I vowed to have her back.

I held her at that moment not thinking about getting laid, but about wanting her back in my life; at any cost. For a moment she braced herself as if to say she was trying to be strong and break away from my grip. But suddenly she melted in my arms.

The memory of her taste and feel came rushing through my brain as I pulled her sweater off of her torso. She didn't stop me. She even aided me. The moment her sweater came over her head, she quickly grabbed my face and began kissing me again. I knew at that moment that our deep connection was still there. Damaged from distance and time, but still very much alive.

Knowing she had given me permission, I unbuckled her belt and fumbled at her jeans while she unbuttoned my dress shirt and started tugging it off my body.


She sat down on the bed behind her tugging at her tight pant legs, yanking them over her ankles. I hovered over her unfastening her bra in the back and freeing her breasts.

"Oh god," she muttered, frustrated that in her haste she couldn't get her jeans off fast enough. I grinned with delight knowing she was showing signs of excitement at the anticipation of being with me.

She finally struggled off her jeans and looked up at me as I stood in front of her. Unfastening my pants, she tugged them down to my ankles. I stepped up closer to her as she took the bulge in my boxers in her hand. She looked up at me with those wanton eyes as if to be asking permission.

Then returning to her task, she tugged my boxers down and gripped my sex in her hands. The warmth of her mouth as it slowly engulfed me was utterly absorbing. I let my hand rest on her head to share the movement of her as she began sucking gently. The mild erection I had quickly grew to please her as it pleased me.

Before I knew it she was taking me in and out with slow rotating movements as her hands reached around and gripped my ass. I loved the feel of her hands on my ass. Memories of walking in the park with her hand tucked in my back pocket rushed through my brain. The wet warmth of her mouth brought sensations, feelings, and emotions that I can't explain.

But I didn't want to climax this way. I wanted much more of her. I pulled away by stepping back a bit. For a moment she looked confused, but she knew that I wasn't ending the encounter. We had been together enough to know that.

I softly pushed on her shoulders, asking her to lay back. She closed her eyes and smile knowing what was in store. Resting on the bed with her hips at the very edge, I tugged at her panties. She raised her hips and legs, permitting me to draw them away.

Tossing her panties aside, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. Then taking her raised legs in my hands I pulled them apart. In an act of blatant exhibitionism, Billie opened herself to me. She unashamedly displayed her most intimate self to me. I drank in the moment, wanting to look at her beauty for as long as I could take it.

It wasn't long enough. I'm weak that way. I fell to my knees in worship of her, licking down along one thigh as I lowered my head between her legs. The moment my mouth touched her labia the first time, I could feel her legs spread and her hips arch upward, wanting my mouth to find all of her.

Billie truly enjoyed oral sex. It was somewhat out of character for her. But she didn't want just the soft, gentle licks and playful tongue. She also wanted hard penetrating strokes and firm, aggressive sucking. I gave her both.