The Gray Man Ch. 31 - A New Era

TJ sat at the head of the long, sleek conference table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished surface as he reviewed the stack of resumes before him. Across from him, Gretchen was poring over a similar pile, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose. At the other end of the table sat Chief Master Sergeant Elizabeth Johnson, who Gray had taken from Admiral Barnett's office. Her laptop was open and her fingers flew over the keyboard as she created a spreadsheet with possible candidates, their strengths and weaknesses.

The task at hand was no small feat: They were charged with staffing an intelligence agency. Gray had said from the beginning that the hard work would not be staffing, but selecting the best. The operation was to be streamlined and agile, which meant a staff that could react and respond without multiple layers of red tape.

Gretchen had put the selection process together. She and TJ would narrow the portfolio down. Field staff candidates would then be reviewed by Isabella Mendez who had a Doctorate in Psychology and was a premier profiler. TJ had pulled her in from his last assignment.

Johnson and Gretchen would conduct the interview of the administrative staff, while Barnett and Babin would work through the IT types of people. In the end they would need to fill 14 positions. 3 field agents, 3 administrative staff, 3 IT folks, and 5 analysts.

Gray stood and walked around the table to pour more coffee. "There was a reason I never wanted to be promoted to officer." He gestured at the piles of manilla envelopes scattered on the table. "This is worse torture than anything Aziz Omar could have ever dreamed up for me."

Elizabeth Johnson pushed back her chair, "Well, the advantage is that you don't have to get your own damn coffee, that's why I'm here."

Gretchen chuckled, "He can pour his coffee, what he needs is a blowjob." The sensual woman looked up to see a crimson blush cover Johnson's face. Gretchen laughed, "Really TJ? Really, you've fucked her too?"

Johnson felt her face burning as TJ shrugged, "A gentleman doesn't fuck and tell."

Gretchen howled, "Bullshit, that's what this agency was formed for. To fuck the secrets out of the bad guy. So, wait, does that mean Ms. Johnson is a bad guy?" TJ walked down the hallway of TechSynergy Solutions to the restroom freeing up his cousin to continue to question Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Johnson's blush deepened if that were possible. Gretchen stood and slipped off her heels and walked around the table. "Now Elizabeth, don't be shy. I fucked him too. I know, my own cousin. How scandalous!" Now, you know my secret, so tell me, why did you fuck him?"

Johnson's face was a deep red, "I. ummm... he fucked me. Broke into my house. I fought him, but he is too strong, then he fucked me."

Gretchen giggled, "That sounds like a felony, why didn't you report it?"

Johnson blushed, "I... I"

Gretchen went on, "Transparency Ms. Johnson. That was what you agreed to, why didn't you report it?"

Elizabeth Johnson took a deep breath, "Because I was being blackmailed by a foreign agent who had pictures of me with my boss. Mr. Gray got the truth from me and agreed to not have me prosecuted for espionage."

Gretchen laughed, "Wait, your boss? You were fucking Barnett?"

Johnson's blush deepened as she nodded.

Gretchen, ever the attorney, continued as if she was cross examining a witness, "So, tell me Ms. Johnson, we know the Admiral outranks TJ, but does he really outrank him?" Johnson hesitated as Gretchen used her knuckle to rap the table gently, "No secrets Ms. Johnson."

Elizabeth straightened her back, "No, Mr. Gray is quite well endowed."

Gretchen chuckled, "That's an understatement. So, is the Admiral any good? I mean we have all heard of how gifted an older man is between the sheets."

Elizabeth sighed, "Stephen was attentive but Mr. Gray took me places I'd never been before. My body betrayed me over and over. Stephen gave, but Mr. Gray took whatever he wanted and by the end my body completely surrendered to him."

Gretchen's ears folded back at the word surrender, "So, you used your body to make a deal for your freedom?"

Johnson nodded, "Yes, I should be ashamed but I did."

The attorney continued, "What did you agree to?"

Elizabeth sighed, "I agreed that I would come to work for Mr. Gray, and that I was his to use when and how he wanted. If heI tells me to get under a desk and suck his cock while he's on the phone, I will obey. Whatever he wants I will do in exchange for my freedom."

Gretchen smiled, "I know my cousin and his stress very well. You need to do just that when he returns. Crawl like a broken whore, undo his pants, take out his huge cock and worship it. Am I clear?"

Elizabeth lowered her eyes and nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Crystal clear."

Gretchen purred, "Mmmm, I like that Lizzie. I think Ma'am should be a part of our interaction all of the time."

Elizabeth protested, "I am not a submissive."

Gretchen smirked, "Oh, Lizzie, but it sounds so good on your lips and I'd hate for the information that Mr. Gray has on you to ruin your life. You are much too pretty to spend the rest of your days in Leavenworth. Do you understand, Lizzie?"

Elizabeth blushed and nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."

As TJ walked back into the conference room, Elizabeth slid gently to her knees on the soft carpet. Her eyes never left Gray's as she whispered, "Please, Master."

Gray looked to see Gretchen's smirk before nodding to Johnson. Elizabeth pulled his cock free of his gray slacks. Gretchen noticed that he was still flaccid. She imagined that salty first taste of urine that Elizabeth was about to enjoy.

Elizabeth's pink tongue wrapped around the smooth head, sucking him into her mouth with a loud slurp. Elizabeth's gaze drifted from Gray to Gretchen as she began to bob her head, her hand working his shaft. TJ's thighs tensed and his hand slipped into her hair to guide her.

Gretchen sat on the long black leather couch as she started to squirm. She remembered the feeling of Gray's huge prick hardening against her tongue, between her lips as the pleasure began to take over. Gretchen smirked as she looked at Elizabeth, for one being forced it was obvious that she was enjoying herself too. She sparkled with joy as she held Gretchen's gaze. Gretchen moaned quietly as the erotic image raced through her mind.

Watching TJ's cock grow and Elizabeth's mouth stretched around it was almost too much to bear. She could not understand why watching him with another woman was at the same time hot as hell and unleashed a deep seated jealousy.

Gray moaned as he cupped Johnson's heavy breasts through her blouse, squeezing and kneading their fullness. Gretchen shivered remembering his hands on her. When TJ's cock was fully hard Elizabeth needed to regroup. She pulled her mouth away and planned her next step.

Elizabeth stared at the ominous cock, as lust took control of her delirious passions. She knew some men were blessed with large dicks, but until that night TJ broke into her home she had never experienced what it was like to be with one - and that night it was a very one way dance as his huge prick pummeled her to submission.

This was the first time she had control. Mr. Gray wasn't forcing her, yet here she was on her knees, her skirt pushed up, admiring... no, worshiping his cock while her pussy quivered beneath her skirt. She closed her eyes to try block out the object of her anxiety, and her thrill. It didn't help though, because Gray wrapped his hand around the heavy club and rubbed it over her cheeks as Gretchen whispered in a husky, lust filled voice. "Be a good Lizzie and suck your Master's cock."

Gray grew impatient as he pinched her nostrils until her mouth flew open and the huge prick slid past her lips and into her mouth. TJ thrust forward and Johnson felt her mouth split even wider open, and she involuntarily choked on it as she felt him slide deep into her throat. The angle at which she knelt, paired with the angle of her head made her head mouth line up perfectly with her throat so he had zero resistance at all.

TJ moaned loudly as he buried himself as far as he could in her warm throat. Her fantasy of control evaporated as he held himself deep within her throat while she suffered the panic and humiliation. Elizabeth was running out of air as little air could slip past the giant intruder.

She could feel her tears streaming down her face onto her cheeks as her eyes watered. Liz tried to pull away and force him out of her, but each effort only drove the thick prick a little deeper. She knelt there, her eyes wide trying to look for help from Gretchen but all that escaped her mouth were muffled sounds of desperation as drool and spittle poured from her mouth, down her chin and neck.

Gretchen watched as Liz's throat bulged as TJ's prick was literally stretching her esophagus. All Johnson could taste was the soft muskiness of his skin from his thick shaft being pressed rudely against her tongue. Liz struggled to breathe against the mass in her throat as he choked off her windpipe from inside of her with his thickness.

Finally, she felt him sliding out. It felt like something was being pulled from her from the very depths of her stomach. If she could have sobbed she would have cried with relief as air poured into her lungs. Her freedom did not last long so she sucked in a deep breath trying to prepare herself for the next thrust.

Liz's eyes flashed in panic as she gagged while Gray slid his cock deep into her throat once again. Gretchen purred from the sofa, "Good girl, Lizzie, swallow your Master's fat cock."

TJ tightened his grip on Liz's hair as he began to thrust in and out, back and forth over Liz's stretched lips. Over and over the huge organ slid in and out of her now welcoming throat. Gray didn't move fast, but his thrusts were steady, repetitive and deep.

Liz tried again to regain control by wrapping her hand around the base of his prick to prevent him from going any deeper. Gray's cock was so slick with her own drool that her hand couldn't grip him hard enough so over and over the cock slid in and out of her throat. Once again, Chief Master Sergeant Elizabeth Johnson realized that she was sexually broken. Nothing but a cum dump for the load of cum she knew would be coming soon. It was one thing to be fucked by him, but this was different. She was being force fed the biggest cock she'd ever encountered and could do literally nothing to prevent it. All the while Gretchen watched from the sofa.

The gagging sound had been replaced, Liz was ashamed when she realized she was now humming and moaning with each slow, deep thrust. More shame washed over her when she realized how this beast of a man caused her pussy drip to flood. Liz was ashamed at how her body repeatedly betrayed her. Her nipples throbbing hard, her pussy dripping through her panties - aching to stretch around this cock as her throat did.

As Liz endured her face being fucked like she her mouth was a pussy she felt Gray's cock throb inside of her. She timed his heartbeat with each thrust. He naturally fit his rhythm to his heart beat. Not racing. But not sedentary. Just...almost machine like in the way he repeatedly penetrated her.

"Good girl," Gray whispered

Elizabeth felt pride at his praise when Gretchen added, "Good job Lizzie, I think your Master is about to give you what you crave."

Liz's eyes went wide with the reality that she was going to have no choice but swallow whatever he gave her. She felt her pussy actually begin to ache. She felt her pussy walls clench, desperate to experience her Master's cock again.

This time though,hHe was going to cum straight down her throat even though she craved to again feel his prick explode deep inside of her womb. The scare of wondering if she was pregnant by such a man made her wish he'd bend her over the table and finish where she wanted.

Liz was wet. VERY wet. Her thin panties inner thighs were soaked in her juices, and a literal puddle was forming on the short pile carpet she sat upon. Gretchen stood and walked over to the pair and rubbed Elizabeth's damp hair, "Every last drop, Lizzie."

"No," Johnson moaned around the thick cock in her throat.

Gretchen laughed as she pushed Johnson's face deeper onto Gray's dick, "Don't argue with me, slut. Swallow it all."

TJ felt his balls and stomach tighten before his cock pulsed and the first rope of cum shot down Liz's throat. Just like the relentless face fucking, his cum was the same. Liz worked as hard as she could to keep the thick white fluid going to her stomach and not her lungs.

Gretchen laughed, "That's it, keep swallowing and nobody will know your secret. Drink all of it. Soon, it's all you will crave. Your Master using you for stress relief whenever and wherever he chooses. In a meeting, at 30,000 feet in Babin's jet while he's on a conference call.

Elizabeth replied with a moan. Her open palms slowly slid down his firm, muscular stomach, appreciating the ripples in his strong abdomen while she drank from him, until her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of his massive penis, as if everything Gretchen said to her was true. Gray's cock became like a fountain of masculinity delivering a perverted nourishment to her. The more she pleasured him the more of it she received.

Gretchen relaxed her hold, Elizabeth gently milking TJ's cock and sucking gently to pull all of the cum from it. Gretchen released her grip, allowing Johnson to bob her head gently while she continued to run her lips up and down its shaft, licking up the white cream still spewing from its head as if it was a treat.

"That's a good girl. Keep feeding Lizzie," Gretchen repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "You've sampled him, your Master owns you."

When his cum eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of cum momentarily connected his cock to Elizabeth's lips, like a strand of web.

Liz cleaned Gray's cock from tip to base before she eased back resting her ass on her heels. She looked up at her boss, "Thank you, Master for feeding your girl."

Gray nodded, "You have done well, pet." He looked at Gretchen, "Now we all three need to get back to work."

The next morning TJ had just returned from his daily run, the crisp morning air invigorating his body and clearing his mind. Just as he walked inside his phone chirped with the pattern that the call was from a secure line.

TJ looked at the clock, zero seven twenty one, swiped on his screen and spoke quietly, "Gray."

The voice on the other end of the phone spoke with a dignified New England accent, "Mr. James," TJ was taken by surprise at someone using his given name on this line, "I am Station Chief Harrison Montgomery III. Are you free to talk?"

TJ sat on the stool at the breakfast bar in his house, "That depends, this is an unsecure line."

There was a pause on the other end, "I see. Would you be able to get to a secure line? We need to talk."

TJ thought for a moment, "I can be showered and at the Langley within the hour."

Special Agent Montgomery paused long enough that it caught TJ's attention. "Could you make it to the Truman Building?"

Gray thought it was curious that The Special Agent in Charge would want a secure conversation to happen at the State Department and not at CIA or FBI headquarters. "I can do that. I'll be on a secure line at State by 1330 Zulu."

Again a pause on the other end, "Thank you, Mr. James. I look forward to our call. I will have the Ambassador call ahead to ease your entry."

As Gray showered his mind started to do what his mind does - pull threads, examine what was unsaid and paint a picture. During his life he had rarely been wrong when he took the time to study the situation.

The CIA Station Chief Moscow would not call if it were not urgent - and would not call him unless he had somehow royally screwed up and wanted to mitigate the disaster before his bosses at Langley got wind of it. That would also explain using the secure line at State instead of The Hoover Building. The fact that The Ambassador was involved doubled down on both the urgency and magnitude of the situation and that the Ambassador's ass was on the line too.

After he showered he dressed in a pair of camel brown slacks, a business shirt, and a purple and pink paisley tie with a navy blue blazer under a classic black overcoat. The drive into the city was a nightmare causing Gray to arrive at the State Department only a few minutes before the call.

As he walked to the front door he flashed his military ID and the guard immediately opened the door with a simple command, "Follow me please, Sergeant Major."

TJ was led through a maze of hallways, past various security checkpoints into a communications suite deep in the bowels of the building. When the guard ushered him in, a young Communications Staffer pointed to a room that had nothing but a desk, a chair, and a monitor. Gone were the days of secure phone lines, today everything was encrypted satellite uplink and video conferencing. TJ chuckled, "Zoom on steroids."

When TJ sat down the screen flashed to life and the young communications staffer in the next room and the image of a communications staffer in Moscow filled the screen. After 30 seconds the staffer in Moscow spoke, "Mr. James, the Ambassador is on the line."

Jacquelyn 'Jackie' Kincaid. Shoulder length gray hair, piercing hazel eyes and a soft smile. TJ guessed her to be in her early 50's came onto the screen. She spoke in a soft voice with a bit of a western Pennsylvania dialect. Her o's were long and sharp. She smiled as she greeted TJ,, "Mr. James, thank you for taking our call."

TJ nodded, "My pleasure, ma'am. Have to confess this wasn't how I pictured my Tuesday beginning."

Jackie nodded as she sipped from her tea, "In short, we need your help, and need to make it happen as quietly as we can."

Gray again nodded, "I'll see what I can do."

Jackie said, as she rotated the screen, "Special Agent Montgomery will fill you in on the details." The screen and camera on the other end rotated to show Harrison Montgomery, his sleeves rolled up, his tie loose, and his face looking exhausted came into view.

Montgomery cut to the chase, "I won't waste time Mr. James. I believe one of our agents has gone rogue." The look on Montgomery's face showed the stress, "To make matters worse she is an agent that I vetted and was requested personally by the Ambassador for this assignment."

Gray took a deep breath, "Do we know she's gone off the reservation? "

Harrison Montgomery paused, "All of the chatter we have from our people in the know is that the FSB has turned one of our people and our agent has been seen with a Russian FSB officer on more than one occasion."

TJ nodded, "This isn't good. What else do you have?"

The door opened behind TJ and the Communications Tech walked in with a file folder marked TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY and slid it onto the table.

TJ opened the file as Montgomery spoke. "Special Agent Natalia "Nattie" Kuznetsova. 34 years old, brown hair, brown eyes. Born to Russian immigrant parents. Graduated from Georgetown and majored in International Relations and Foreign Studies. Interned at the US State Department under Ambassador Kincaid. Fluent in English, Russian, French, and Chinese. She is one of our top Clandestine Field Operatives and was the handler for 3 of our assets, including "Sable" who is one our highest ranking assets in the world."

Gray sat back, "Jesus. This is a disaster."

Jackie Kincaid spoke, "That's why we have called you. If the FBI or CIA put on a full court press, if the State Department protests the fallout and embarrassment is too much. If we do nothing the espionage game will be tilted towards Moscow for decades. We can't go after her directly because she knows everyone of our field assets in country." Gray waited for the reality that both she and Montgomery's careers would be over but that remained unsaid.