The Agency Ch. 10 (M. Trainor Pt. 01)

My week with Eliza went according to plan. We spent the entire week relaxing by the pool and on the beach. It was incredibly soothing to have a week where I could just relax and spend time with a girl I now considered a friend.

Eliza and my relationship had evolved in this week away, from a business relationship to a complicated friendship. Eliza reminded me of my friend from college, Candace, who I had grown so attached to after we turned to friends with benefits. Unlike Candace, we also had the business side of our relationship to further complicate things.

We had sex a few times on our trip, but it wasn't a daily occurrence. However, we did stay in the same bed every night. Eliza had told me that she missed having someone to sleep with at night, and I willingly welcomed her to my bed. It did feel nice to have someone to wake up with in the morning.

Our week concluded and we arrived back in Los Angeles. Eliza had informed me that I would be heading on another music road trip for my next assignment, but she wouldn't tell me who I would be touring with. I was anxious to find out, as my vacation had rejuvenated me for the job.

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I walked through the third terminal at JFK in New York searching for my driver. It seemed like a hundred or so drivers stood holding signs waiting for their clients to arrive. Finally, through the mass of signs, I found my driver and we quickly fled the busy terminal and got into the blacked out SUV.

This was my second time in New York City. My only other interaction with the city had been when I toured with Taylor Swift for my first assignment. The night we had in the Big Apple still replayed in my head often, as my night with Taylor and Karlie Kloss was still the highlight of my job.

The usual plain envelope awaited me in the backseat of the SUV. This time the envelope seemed heavier than in times past. I pulled out Eliza's letter and began to read.

Joe,

I am very glad we got to spend last week together. I believe that it was needed for both of us. Hopefully, the rest will prepare you for your next assignment.

For the next two months, you will be touring with Meghan Trainor. Meghan is an interesting assignment for a variety of reasons. When she first came to us, she was single and looking for someone to have on tour to have great sex with. However, when I spoke with Meghan two weeks ago, her situation had changed. She has recently started dating an independent film actor in Los Angeles. He is not able to take time away from his job to join her on tour, so she still needed our help.

However, there is a catch. Meghan does not feel that it would be right to have sex with someone, while her boyfriend is back home receiving nothing. We came to an agreement that you would provide nothing more than oral sex to her, unless she decides otherwise. She will not be pleasuring you in any way and does not want to see you naked, in fear that she would be cheating on her boyfriend.

I know this doesn't make much sense, but it is something she has justified out in her mind. If she uses you only for her pleasure, then in her mind she hasn't cheated on her boyfriend.

So, congratulations! You will not get to have sex for the next two months!

I hope that she changes her mind at some point, but it is not your job to try to talk her into doing more. Satisfying the client is your only job.

Here is some information on our client:

Age- 22

Height- 5'5"

Hair- Blonde

Eye Color- Bluish green

Measurements- 38-29-39

Bra Size- 38C

Sexual Experience- Moderate

Notes- Loves Lingerie

In this envelope you will find a bra and panty set that Heidi designed for Meghan. Please give them to her upon your arrival.

For the next two months, your cover story will be that you are personal chef for Meghan's tour bus. Your credentials are also located inside the envelope.

Best of luck!

Eliza

Only oral sex for the next two months? I had been good at going down on a woman for a number of years, but I had always used it as just a method of foreplay, not the main act. I was hopeful that somehow she would change her mind while on tour.

We arrived at the arena and pulled down into the basement where the tour bus and equipment trailers were being stored. Meghan's tour bus was very similar to the one that Taylor had for her tour, as far as size. However, Meghan's tour bus was much less low key, painted in hot pink with "Meghan Trainor" painted in bold letters up the side of the bus.

I knocked on the door to the bus and within seconds was greeted by the singer herself. When I arrived inside, Meghan made me feel immediately welcome.

"Hello, I'm Meghan. It is so good to meet you! I am very appreciative to have you on the tour," she said giving me a quick hug.

"Well, thank you for having me. I'm Joe, by the way. I am looking forward to being here for the next couple of months and helping you out."

I reached into my bag and pulled the bra and panties out of the envelope.

"I was also told to give these to you," I said handing her the black lacy lingerie, "Heidi does great work on all of these clothes, so I'm sure these will be great on you."

"Oh, yes I love Heidi, she is just the sweetest! Why don't we go back to my room and put these away and I can show you the rest of the bus?"

Meghan began to show off the large bus, which was similar in size to a small apartment. Giving a tour of one of these buses doesn't take much time, but Meghan had plenty to say about each area. She showed me a built in bed that was down the hallway of the bus, and told me that this is where I would be staying. The small twin sized bed offered little in the form of space or privacy, but if we weren't going to be having sex, I guess I should have realized we wouldn't be sleeping together either.

We arrived at the back of the bus, which was Meghan's bedroom. The room was nicely decorated and had a very homey feel to it. Pictures lined the walls, which I could only assume were pictures of friends and family. We made our way over to a built in dresser that was on the far bedroom wall. The drawer itself was probably 10 feet in length and slid open with an easy pull of Meghan's hand. Inside the drawer were 4 rows deep of lingerie of every style and color. The lingerie lie folded and arranged in a very organized manner. The drawer was full so she pulled open the drawer above it to reveal a similar drawer that was nearly full. She had to have had at least 50 different sets of lingerie in just those two drawers.

I was turned on by such a collection, as I loved to see a woman in sexy lingerie, especially when they had goods to show off in them. Meghan was definitely a full figured woman, but was far from overweight. Her body had nice curves, but her stomach didn't bulge out.

Meghan had been quite pleasant while showing off the bus. She had a very bubbly personality, which made me immediately feel welcome. However, it appeared like she was ready to start getting ready for the concert as she kept checking her watch, so I politely excused myself from her room so she could get ready.

I began to unpack my clothes into the tiny built in drawers that were located under my bed in the hallway. I had brought a lot of clothes for the two month voyage and quickly realized that most of it wasn't going to fit in these four small drawers. I unpacked what I could and left the rest in my bag.

I entered the living room after unpacking and began to watch TV. Meghan came out a few minutes later with her hair styled and make up applied. She exchanged a few pleasantries, but left rather quickly. She had told me that she would be back around 11:30, which is when the concert was scheduled to end. I had six hours to kill until I needed to be ready.

Television held me over for most of the time; but as the hours passed, I became increasingly bored with the limited selection of shows. I turned off the TV and began to walk around the bus, exploring what little there was to see.

The fridge was well stocked with drinks (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic) and assorted snacks. The bathroom was smaller than the one that had been on Taylor's bus, which was primarily what provided extra space in the bedroom and hallway. I checked out my bed and was pleased to find the mattress comfortable, albeit too small. I made my way into Meghan's bedroom and began to look at the pictures that adorned her wall. Most of the pictures were of her with friends at the beach and family at the holidays. Meghan did have a paler skin tone than I preferred, but she did have a cute face and smile.

I decided to open up those lingerie drawers that I had seen during the initial tour. As the drawer slid open, I was able to finally get a good look at the wide variety of bras and panties that were inside. The bras all had larger cups on them to contain Meghan's bust, but they varied from padded push up to sheer lace. The colors covered every part of the spectrum: pastels to neutrals, plain colors to animal prints. The panties were folded, but cuts could still be distinguished on some. There were quite a few thongs in the collection, with a few more modest styles thrown in. She had a few full lingerie outfits that included bustier with stockings. Meghan definitely seemed to like lingerie, and I was hoping that I would get the opportunity to see all of these on her at some point on the tour.

Sitting on the couch, I waited for Meghan to return to the bus. The TV had turned into background noise as I sat waiting. Finally, the bus door opened and Meghan came bopping into the living room.

"How'd the concert go?" I asked.

"Really well, I think! It was so much fun to be back up on stage after spending so much time in the studio the last few months."

Meghan grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and plopped on the couch beside me, downing the whole bottle in a few quick gulps. She seemed tired, but that didn't dampen her chipper mood. She sat and small talked with me for a few minutes before dismissing herself to wash up in the shower.

Meghan took a lot longer in her post-concert routine than Taylor had. Most nights, Taylor would run through the shower and then jump into bed with me. As my only point of reference with a singer after a concert, I had assumed this to be the norm. Meghan's shower lasted a solid 20 minutes. She would then move to her bedroom where she would take another 30-40 minutes to put on her lingerie for the evening and dry and brush her hair. It seemed extraordinarily long for what little was done, but I had nothing better to do, so I couldn't complain.

Finally, after nearly an hour, I heard a playful call of my name coming from her bedroom. I entered that first night to find Meghan standing in front of me wearing a bright pink bra and panty set. The bra was smooth in the cups, but was decorated with lace on the edge. Her panties were decorated similarly and were a bikini cut that clutched her wide ass. She looked quite sexy. The pink played nicely with her long blonde hair and fair skin. Her body was definitely full figured, but I was surprised at how fit and strong her body had seemed. I had assumed she would be a little fat, but her stomach was flat and her big legs were nice and smooth.

Meghan smiled at me and said, "I had a lot of fun tonight performing at the concert. I was hoping that I could keep having fun as you show me how you perform."

Her line was cheesy, but it made me smile. She giggled as I pushed her back onto the bed. Her large boobs swung a little as her body made impact with the mattress. I quickly adjusted her body at the foot of the bed, so that I could easily go down on her. I removed her pink panties I sat them on the floor beside myself. It was a shame that these cute panties had to be removed so soon, but duty called.

Meghan's pussy was shaved, which exposed her large lips and slit. Her inner lips stuck out ever so slightly from her slit. It was a fine pussy and made me grow a little hard. Meghan was lying back on the bed, relaxed waiting for me to go to work.

I had never done oral on a girl for more than maybe 20 minutes. Most of the time, I was good enough to get a quick orgasm by going down on a woman that prepared her for further orgasms via penetration. This would be a new experience for me, but I was ready for the task. I gently kissed the inside of Meghan's meaty thighs and moved my way down onto her full pussy lips.

The start was slow, as I knew I needed to pace myself. I let my tongue explore up and down her slit, which quickly moistened with her tasty juices. Her clit was large and was already pressing firm against my tongue as I glided across it. I spent most of my time in the beginning at her opening. I slid my tongue inside her and began to swirl my tongue around, tasting her warmth with each revolution. Meghan was enjoying things as she gave moans and pants of approval as I worked on her.

I then moved back up her slit to her clit, which must have been hungry for some attention of its own. I flicked my tongue against Meghan's hardened clit and her body jolted with pleasure. She appeared to be very sensitive, so I began very gracefully manipulating my tongue against her clit as I worked up and down her slit.

I reached a hand up toward Meghan's chest and began to gently squeeze her right breast as I continued to work my mouth on her. Her subdued moans had grown louder as I continued to go at her. I began to focus more and more on her clit. Meghan's moans had now morphed into loud near screams. She began to press her hips toward my face as her body begged for more of my tongue. She placed her hand on top of my head and forced my face closer against her now soaked pussy.

"Holy shit, I'm so freaking close!" she screamed through gasps for breath.

My pace quickened and I pressed my tongue more forcefully on her big clit. Suddenly, she flung her hand off my head and toward her mouth.

"Oh my go-," she screamed as her hand tried to muffle her excitement.

Her hips and back began to convulse as her orgasm worked its way through her body. Meghan was screaming so loudly with pleasure, that I was afraid someone would hear from outside. I eased up some and allowed her to catch her breath and let the orgasm run its course.

When I felt like Meghan had recovered, I began to work again. I progressed in a similar fashion, as I tried to read her excitement and pace the situation. The orgasms began to fire quickly and often. She squirmed on the bed with delight, as my arms held onto her hips, preventing her from moving too far away.

My tongue began to tire and I began to worry about providing any more pleasure, as I thought it may induce a full blown asthma attack. I finally pulled back and let go of her hips, as a final orgasm took control of her body. Her breathing began to ease a few moments later. I had been trying to count when I thought she had reached orgasm and the number had approached double digits. Her large breasts rose and fell as she lay on the bed, trying to find the energy to move.

Finally, she was able to muster the energy to speak, "Wow! Just ...wow! I'm not sure if my legs will ever get feeling back."

I chuckled and gave her leg a quick kiss before turning and walking out her bedroom door. Over an hour had passed, and my tongue felt like it needed an ice pack from all that work. My cock was stiffened in my jeans and I could feel a large amount of pre cum soaked onto my boxer briefs. It had been such a turn on to elicit that amount of pleasure out of Meghan.

I stepped into the bathroom and quickly jerked and blew a load of cum into the toilet. I had no idea how I was going to be able to handle not having sex, if she was going to react that hot during oral. My quick masturbation curbed my horniness slightly. I laid crammed into the small bed and fantasized about what it would be like to do more than just go down on Meghan. I was desperate to see those large breasts uncovered and feel my cock inside her warm wet pussy.

It had been foreplay for me, but I was sure that Meghan had been more than satisfied. I wasn't sure how I would keep my dick at bay, but was glad that I had been able to satisfy her. The coming weeks would be telling, as we had many more wild nights ahead.