The Gray Man Ch. 26 - Valerie Babin

The early morning sun cast a warm glow on the streets of Washington, DC, as Gray sat at a corner booth in a quaint diner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversations from other patrons. It was the perfect spot for a discreet meeting.

5 minutes later Malcolm Pierce walked in and up to the table. "You look like shit"

Gray wanted to smile, but he just didn't have it in him, "Thanks, good morning to you too."

Pierce slid into the booth, Gray looked around, "This is where we got the band back together. I was working with Gretchen and stumbled into some shit. Shooter and I talked and he wanted me to flip a courier." Gray took a sip of his coffee, his mind still processing the events of the past few days. He looked across the table, "I'm not sure what's a bigger kick in the balls, the fact he betrayed me, or his death," he remarked, his voice low but tinged with intensity. "It's hard to wrap my fucking brain around it all."

Pierce leaned forward, his expression filled with concern. "Gray, how are Gretchen and Angela doing? I know they were through a lot."

Gray took a moment before responding, his face softening with a mix of emotions. I went over before I came here. They are both still pretty medicated. "It's going to be a tough road, not just physically, but the hell that Underwood and Mei Li put them through. The emotional wounds are going to take a long time. Isabella is checking on them and they have a great team at Walter Reed. The doctors say they're healing physically, but the emotional toll is something they'll need time to overcome."

Pierce nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "They're strong, Gray. They'll get through this with the support they have around them."

Gray's eyes held a glimmer of gratitude as he replied, "Yes, they are." Gray's voice drifted off.

Pierce's voice was low and direct. "Victoria and Aleisha?"

Gray's eyes met Pierce's with a somber understanding. "Victoria and Aisha are handling it the best they can. Taking a person's life isn't just a shoot-don't shoot scenario, not just a simulator. They did what they needed to do and stopped the threat."

Pierce nodded, "They don't prepare you for that shit.

Gray nodded, "I've had them stand down for 72 hours, the team is checking on them. The review committee will meet with them in a few days.

Pierce took a sip of his coffee, his gaze lowered, "Been there. Scares the shit out of you even when you know it was a righteous shoot." Finally, Malcolm addressed the elephant in the room, "What about you? How are you holding up?"

Gray sighed, his gaze momentarily fixed on his coffee cup. "I won't lie, this is personal. Two women are drugged out of their minds, Underwood is dead. Betrayal and guilt are powerful mojo."

Pierce nodded, "Take some time, the rest of this bullshit will wait."

Gray looked across the table, "We need to find Mei Li, that won't wait.

Pierce put down his coffee, "I need to ask, how did you get the information from Smith."

TJ was tired and frustrated. There were no filters left, "I fucked her."

Pierce's eyes grew in amazement. You did what?"

Gray nodded, "I fucked her, I broke her will, she talked."

The older director looked at him, "How did you get the intel on assets being compromised."

TJ nodded, "I found one of the couriers, and I fucked her."

Pierce sat back, "Bullshit. That's complete fucking bullshit."

Gray shrugged, "Malcolm, believe it or don't believe it, I do not fucking care. Check with Mario, he'll tell you about Dragonfly, he was there. Call Ronnie Ball, you remember him, the LRRP from Nam that taught us all E and E at SERE. You will want to call him anyway, he has Smith at his place."

Pierce nodded, his admiration for Gray evident in his expression. "Jesus Christ Ghost, that's kidnapping, and regarding fucking the truth out of woman. Well, then you must be packing something I don't have. Hell, my wife just wants me to be done and all she does is lie and fake it."

For the first time in a week Gray felt something other than Post Traumatic depression, "I can take care of that for you. As for the kidnapping. I'll take my fucking chances, I'm through being handcuffed while people I love are attacked."

Pierce flipped Gray off, "I hear you, but dammit Gray. About fucking my wife, well fuck you, TJ. Fuck you very much."

Gray shrugged again, "That brings me to my request. I want Allenson tasked to me."

Pierce cocked his head, "Chief Master Sergeant Elizabeth Allenson, Barnett's aide. You want her tasked to your team."

Gray leaned forward, "The team is fine without me. Here is my counter offer to you. I want to build a team, I want to tilt the playing field. I'm tired of chasing people after the damage is done, I want to take the game to the enemy."

Pierce shook his head, "Do I need to remind you about Executive Order 119505?"

Gray leaned in, "Allenson was compromised, she was fucking Barnett. She is the one that passed on information to a blind drop, then on to Mei Li then down the chain to fucking Fatima and Nazir."

Pierce was stunned, "You found this out by fucking her?"

TJ nodded, "I found out by fucking Smith, I confirmed it by fucking Allenson. I want Allenson assigned to me. I want to be able to create a team to take the fight to the enemy."

Pierce shook his head, "She's good enough in bed to warrant that?"

TJ smirked, "Nah, but obviously she can't be trusted with Barnett. I am the target of the Li's and the Omar's. If Allenson is with me, then they feel they have an already compromised asset right next to their target."

Archangel shook his head, "For fuck sake, remember Executive Order 119505, and if you remember the shit at Gitmo bought us a lot of bad press. Besides we already have people in the field taking the fight to the enemy."

Gray shook his head, "You can get signal intel, human intel, drone and satellite intel. I want people who can get in deep, who will use their body to co-opt, break the will of, and gather information that can be used to turn foreign agents."

Pierce shook his head, "If I am hearing you correctly, you want an American version of Sparrow. Five Eyeshas already been called out by the British press for doing that."

Gray nodded, "Because field agents use that as one measure, I want a team where that is the mission."

Pierce shook his head, "No fucking way. Not a chance."

TJ smiled, his eyes cold, "Then I will go private. I will go to Booz-Allen or create my own. Funding won't be hard."

Pierce shook his head, "You are fucking serious."

Their conversation was interrupted as the waitress approached, refilling their coffee cups with a smile. Gray appreciated the brief distraction, but his mind quickly returned to the task at hand.

"I've never been more serious about any one thing in my entire life. Fund it internally, or pay me as a contractor. That's your call."

Four days later Gray received his answer in the form of a telephone call from Allen Babin, the billionaire tech specialist that hosted the fundraiser for Senator Smith in which Gray took Ana Smith into custody.

TJ was sitting in the hospital, keeping watch over Angela and Gretchen, "Gray,"

The other end of the conversation was a shock, "Mr. Gray, this is Allen Babin here. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."

A very puzzled Gray relied, "Mr. Babin, no worries. I'm available. What can I do for you?"

Babin was very direct, "I remember you from Senator Davis fundraiser. The Senator has approached me to make you a very interesting offer. Can you come back to the estate to sit and talk with my wife and I?"

TJ had not had much more rest. His mind raced. Had Davis found out about my. There was only one way to find out. "I can, will tomorrow be okay. I can leave here by 6 and be there by 11."

Babin commented, "The Senator asked me to have this happen as soon as possible. If I send a helicopter, could you be here by dinner today?"

Gray rolled his neck, "I can make it to Reagan or Dulles."

Babin asked, "Where are you right now?"

TJ replied, "Walter Reed."

Babin again was very direct, "I'll make some phone calls, the helicopter will be in the air in 5 minutes, please meet it at the helipad at the hospital."

Gray sat for a minute in stunned silence, "I'll be waiting."

One hour and fifty minutes later Gray was buckled into Allen Babin's Augusta-Westland AW139 as it lifted off from Walter Reed and headed south into the Virginia countryside.

The helicopter touched down next to a palatial estate. Gray took a bit more time admiring the rolling hills than he did when he was mission tasked to retrieve Smith. The home was all glass and metal, a modern day castle.

As the blades spun down, Gray stepped from the helicopter and walked to the parking area and finally up the steps to the front door.

Before he could knock the door opened and Gray stepped into the entryway. When he was clear of the door, it closed behind him. Gray didn't have to wait long as he heard the distinct sound of a woman's feet in heels as they echoed down the hallway. A bright smile covered Valerie Babin's face. "Mr. Gray, I am so glad you could join us."

TJ hadn't really noticed her the other day, but she was a very attractive woman. She was short, TJ's life was noticing people. He guessed she was 5'1", between 115-120 pounds, 34B tits. She wore a pair of form fitting black slacks, a cream colored satin shirt, with 3 inch heels. Her hair was long and so blonde it was almost white. She had it pulled back into a tight ponytail, her lipstick was a dark crimson and her makeup was impeccable.

Just behind her walked Allen wearing sandals, jeans, and a t-shirt. His long hair was tucked under a baseball cap. "Mr. Gray, I'm glad to meet you, come in, come in. Please, get comfortable." Allen was maybe 5'8" and Gray guessed weighed somewhere around 170. He was shaped like a pear.

Valerie walked past them, her arm brushed Gray's. "Come, let's sit and have a drink and get to know one another. After all, shouldn't business partners be more than just signatures on a contract?"

Allen followed up, "My thoughts exactly." He walked over to a bar that would rival any top of the line bar at any exclusive place in DC. "What are you drinking, Mr. Gray?"

TJ walked behind Valerie, trying very hard to not stare at her ass. "Blanton's neat."

Allen poured a three finger pour of Blanton's for TJ, a white wine for Valerie, and a gin and tonic for himself.

The three sat and made small talk until a member of the staff came into the room, "Dinner is ready."

The three stood and walked into the large dining room. Gray checked his phone and was not surprised to find that there was ZERO signal inside of the home. Gray guessed being a Tech guy that Allen had cell blockers installed.

They walked into the dining area. The room was raised from the main living area and overlooked the beautiful rolling hills of the eastern side of the Appalachian Mountains.

Dinner was perfect, steak grilled to perfection with all of the sides. During dinner Babin moved to business, "Mr. Gray I have an offer that I hope you find intriguing, Gray. Senator Davis approached me with a proposition. He wants to establish a private intelligence gathering network, operating off the books. And he wants you to lead it."

Gray paused, he found his answer from Pierce. Not only was he giving the go ahead for Gray to develop his plan, he had the chairman of the Senate Intelligence committee arrange the funding. He did not see that one coming. "Interesting. Go on."

Allen sipped his gin, "He and I have been friends for a long time. I funded his first campaign and have been a huge supporter ever since. We have a nice arrangement, I support him, and military tech contracts get slid my way from time to time."

Gray shook his head, "Washington will never change. Go on."

Allen nodded, "It is how the game is played. Ugly, but effective. As you know the world is changing. The Cold War has devolved into a number of proxy wars. The spy game is very different. Money doesn't work as much as it used to. The promise of freedom isn't the bait it once was. We want to change the game."

TJ nodded, "That is very true."

Allen went on, "This is not your typical venture, but I hear you have some ideas, some very unique ideas."

TJ nodded again, evidently the cat was out of the bag, "I do, the game is changing and in some ways the shackles of government operations are just that, shackles."

Allen nodded, "That's why I want to fund Pelican Intel. To allow you to use the gifts and skills you have developed over the years, some of them very interesting I might add, to gather the intelligence our nation needs to survive in this new era. On the surface it will be labeled an Intelligence Think Tank - allowing you to hire experts and write policy papers. Underneath, it will be an organization that uses particular gifts to obtain intelligence."

Gray paused, one eyebrow raised, "Two things, first - Why that name? Then a question and I need to be direct. What's in it for you, Mr. Babin?

Allen smiled, "Pelicans are amazing creatures. Most animals sacrifice their young in times of necessity. A pelican actually feeds itself to it's offspring in a time of scarcity. They are graceful in flight and much more than most people realize. As for what's in it for me. Would you believe that I believe in investing in groundbreaking ventures. This private intelligence network could be a game-changer, and I want to be part of it. Besides, it's time to shake things up in the intelligence world."

TJ smiled, "Oh, I believe that, but I also believe there is more. People like you don't throw a hundred million dollars at something for strictly altruistic reasons."

Babin smiled, "You are right. There are actually a few things for me. From the tech side, I have a place to field test all that we are developing, my firm gets preferential bidding on projects, plus I get to recoup my investment with dividends from the company."

TJ looked from Allen to his wife Valerie. The couple's eyes met and Valerie smiled, "There is one more thing that we get."

TJ sat back, "Go on."

Valerie almost blushed, "Allen and I have a very unique relationship. He loves to watch me with other men."

Allen quickly interjected, "Mr Gray, Malcolm Pierce informed me of the nature of your idea, and suggested that you fucked a well known spy until she broke and confessed everything. I find that hard to believe, but if you are as good as you say then I will fund whatever you need."

Gray smiled, "One other question, this one is personal. What is it about a man that enjoys watching his partner with another person? That has happened more than once in my life."

Allen blushed, " I make multi million dollar decisions every day that effect thousands of employees, board members, and others. There is something so freeing to have my ability to intervene or participate that is stronger than any drug known to humanity."

TJ replied, "Fair enough, and just how many others have you watched your wife with?"

Allen spoke quietly, "Just one, he was the placekicker at Tech. Valerie liked what she saw so our ten million dollar donation to the athletic department hinged on Sean agreeing to fulfill our fantasy."

TJ sat back, "Sean? Sean Little? How many people was he fucking down here? I've already met one other."

Valerie smiled, "Mr. Gray, he had a harem, probably 8 or 9. He was a wonderful lover."

Gray smirked and made a mental note to look further into Mr. Little and if he would be interested in joining the ranks of Spectrum Intelligence. "I'm not opposed to your proposal."

Allen smiled, "Very good, as soon as we have confirmation of your claims, I will have a contract drawn up, and we can get started."

Valerie smiled, "Mmm, shall we go downstairs?"

Gray smirked, "In a minute, before we commit you should see what you are investing in"

Valerie blushed, "The servants might..."

TJ turned to Allen, "Order your staff to stay out."

Allen called the staff that were still present into the room and informed them, "We are not to be disturbed."

Gray turned his gaze back to Valerie. "Shall we unlock the stable Mrs. Babin." This wasn't the first husband/wife that Gray had worked with - the use of her formal title pushed the couple deeper into their submissive roles, and TJ knew that psychology well.

The way he looked at her, she felt like she was owned. Her stomach dropped. "I.. I.."

TJ stood, "Let me help you get over your embarrassment." He walked over to where the embarrassed woman was sitting, took her hand, and placed it on his cock. Valerie's eyes gave away her shock.

Valerie looked up at the tall, lean, athletic older man. "There is no way that's real."

Gray shrugged, "Find out for yourself, or don't. You two want me to prove I'm worth the investment. Do you want to see what you are investing in?"

Allen encouraged his wife, "The staff won't come in dear. It's okay."

Valerie hesitated until Gray took her hand and placed it on the zipper of his charcoal gray pants. Her hands trembled, whether fear, excitement, or both. She slid her hand inside the opening and tried to wrap her hand around the monster. Failing to do that, she slowly pulled the biggest flaccid cock that she or Allen had ever seen into view.

"Jesus," whispered Valerie as her husband echoed a quiet "Damn"

"Is my cock worth your investment?" Gray taunted with his knowing smirk.

In reply Valerie Babin nuzzled her face against his cock, leaving tiny moist pecking kisses on the head and thick shaft. She closed her eyes and used his huge cock to rub all over her face.

"Oh, my God," she sighed, "May I, Mr Gray?"

TJ chuckled at the emphasis she put on his name. She repeated it as she very slowly began painting his cock with her tongue. Long lingering licks from the head to his root. Down and up, down and up as she whispered his name as she held his cock in her open hands.

Valerie turned to Allen, "Do you remember seeing how my pussy had to stretch to accommodate Sean?"

Allen moaned, "Yes, My Queen."

She held up Gray's cock, "He's bigger soft than the boy was hard. You do know he's going to ruin me don't you darling?"

Allen panted, "Yes, My Queen."

Valerie purred, "My dear Allen, you have a penis, Sean has a dick, but this... this amazing specimen is a cock."

Allen stood, "We need to go to the basement, now." There was an urgency to his voice that Valerie ignored as she opened her mouth and laid the head of Gray's cock on her tongue.

Gray had picked up on the fact that Allen had a humiliation fetish as well being sexually submissive to his wife. TJ turned and winked at the billionaire, before turning back to Valerie ""That's it. You know it feels good. It is bigger and stronger than your husband's little boy penis and you know you need a really good fuck. I am going to fuck you into submission and you and those hard nipples of yours are going to love it."

Valerie blushed as Allen looked and saw that indeed his wife's nipples were straining at the bra and light blouse. She opened her mouth and took the head of Gray's cock inside and swirled her tongue around it, slowly. Her eyes never left Gray's gaze.

When her gaze did drift to her husband TJ brought her back gently, "Don't look at him, look at me when you worship."

Both Valerie and Allen moaned. Sean had been dominant, but Gray's age and wisdom gave him a dominance that was much more than physical prowess. Gray was the type of man that made souls surrender as well as body's.

Gray smirked as he reached out and gently stroked the beautiful wife's face. "Worship, and prepare my cock so when it slides deep into your cunt you will know your true master."

Valerie should have been put off by his assumptions and vulgar language, but at this point she was already falling under the magic of a truly majestic cock. Slowly she reached out and put her hand around it. Her hand barely was able to go all the way around. Without realizing it she said, "so big, so beautiful" as she started to stroke it.