The Agency Ch. 18

"You do have the loveliest boobs!" Dennis grunted. "I could play with them for days!" Michelle wasn't sure how to respond, but she also couldn't, so instead she moaned and hummed around Dennis' thrusting shaft. "Ohhhhh, that's it!" Dennis groaned pinching Michelle's nipples tightly between his thumbs and index fingers.

Michelle felt him swell in her mouth, then gripped his hips tightly, feeling his hot seed explode into her throat. She let him back away and thrust again a few times, but kept him in her mouth so he wouldn't make a mess of her face.

"Mmmm, you know me too well already," Dennis chuckled, giving her breasts a squeeze again, "I guess the twins will remain clean today."

"I had a feeling you might try something," Michelle said as she slowly sat up, "but I'll tell you what." Michelle sat, crossing her legs and hiking her skirt a bit, "If you can promise not to crash, I'll leave my dress open until we get back to my place."

"You are much too kind!" Dennis replied pulling his pants up and tucking his shirt in.

Dennis shut the door, then returned to the driver's seat while Michelle pulled a compact from her purse and reapplied her lipstick. Placing her items back into her purse, Michelle watched out of the corner of her eye as Dennis adjusted the rear-view mirror. Rolling her eyes, Michelle had to smirk at her perverted driver. She wondered if he was this way with all of the girls, and told herself she'd have to ask Babette later. There was something quite decadent about what she was doing as well, Michelle looked through the tinted window at the people in other cars and on the sidewalk. The window tint was dark enough they couldn't see her, but there was something scandalous about riding bare chested in broad daylight.

"Remember, no crashing." Michelle teased as she felt her breasts swaying with the car.

"No problem, Michelle!" Dennis winked in response.

Michelle picked up her phone looking at the time, then texted Brenda. She'd not only missed lunch with her, but Brenda had gone to lunch with Ms. Allison! Michelle texted her, fighting the urge to flat out ask what had been discussed at lunch.

"Hi! Sorry I wasn't there, but how was lunch?" Michelle texted.

The waiting for the reply seemed to take forever. Staring at her phone, Michelle almost forgot about her bare chest as she focused on her phone. Finally, the text arrived! Letting out a sigh of relief, she read.

"Lunch was great! You didn't tell me Allie was so much fun!" Brenda replied.

"I'm glad you had fun," Michelle texted back, "got plans for tonight?"

This time the response came quicker, it didn't help that it came quicker though as the content made Michelle worry even more.

"Actually, I'm going out with Allie tonight!"

Michelle's brain raced. Now she had a far more important question to ask Babette. Were all the employees of Ms. Allison T-girls or did She employ women as well? Brenda had done her assessment a home, in spite of Michelle's requests to do it at work, now Ms. Allison had access to her browser history and anything else stored on Brenda's laptop. What had Ms. Allison found there? What could She find about Brenda?

"Sounds fun," Michelle replied, "where are you heading?"

Again, the reply seemed to take forever. There were stark differences between Brenda and where Michael was when he first met Ms. Allison. Michael was broke, had zero prospects for much of anything while Brenda had an actual career and a nice place to live. What could Ms. Allison stand to gain by pulling in Brenda? Michelle didn't want to panic, but she was barely hanging on by a thread to keep the waves of panic from overtaking her completely.

"Retail therapy and dinner!" Brenda replied with a smiley face.

"K" Michelle responded, unsure of what else she could possibly say.

"You might want to straighten yourself up Michelle," Dennis said looking directly at her from the front seat, "not that I don't mind, but you're home."

"Oh shit!" Michelle hissed watching the door man approach as she fumbled with her bra. "Fuck!"

"I'll delay him!" Dennis said hopping out of the car quickly.

Dennis and the doorman met just at the side of the car closest to Michelle. She'd been so flustered by her concern about Brenda, she hadn't realized they'd pulled up to her place several minutes ago. With her dress back in place, Michelle knocked on the window to signal Dennis that she was ready.

"Here you are Michelle!" Dennis said opening the door and reaching a hand for her while looking down at her still exposed legs.

"Oh!" Michelle quickly adjusted her dress, looking up to see she'd given the doorman a healthy view of her stockings and garters. "Thank you, Dennis." Michelle said as she took his hand and stepped out of the limo. "Are there bags?" She asked.

"Most of them are going elsewhere today," Dennis smirked, "you'll get them soon enough."

"Okay," Michelle replied not really knowing how to reply, "have a good night."

"You too!" Dennis replied with a grin.

Michelle walked quickly into the building, leaving the doorman behind. She needed to talk to Babette! She needed to know what was going on with Brenda! Images of Ms. Allison doing the same things in the office with Brenda had Michelle excited but concerned. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator, Michelle closed her eyes while images of Brenda bent over Ms. Allison's desk flashed through her mind. Her cock strained at the cage as she thought of it.

"She can't be doing that can she?" Michelle shook her head as the elevator door opened to her floor. "Okay, relax." She said to herself as she walked quickly to her condo. "No need to obsess about this just yet." Michelle stepped into the condo. "Babette?" She called out. "Are you here? Please for the love of God be here!"

The silence was deafening. Michelle was alone, alone with her thoughts. Was it possible that Brenda would end up preparing herself for a date with Mikey at some point? Was that a possibility? She shuddered at the thought. Michelle had certainly proven herself an adept lover with her tongue, but she was no comparison to Mikey! Kicking off her heels, Michelle decided the best thing she could do was find some way to keep her mind off Brenda.

"Maybe dinner will help?" She asked herself.

The hours of the evening dragged for Michelle, nothing she did could get the time to pass quicker. Texts to Babette went unanswered, and she couldn't text Brenda while she was out with Ms. Allison. Michelle finally set her phone aside, she needed to stop thinking about what was going on. Eventually, Michelle decided to change into a long black satin nightgown and grab a glass of wine. It was funny, thanks to Babette she'd developed a taste for wine. Maybe that would help? Michelle sunk into the corner of the couch and turned on the TV hoping the night would pass.