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National Cyber Security Director Mike Allen suppressed a smile at the image of the Defense Secretary receiving a handjob from the wife of the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. On the conference room monitor, a shirtless, arrogant, older man held the reins of a horse. In a Russian accent, he barked sexual orders to members and spouses of the President's Cabinet. The scene was set in a titillating cheap movie torture dungeon.
"Nasty stuff, Julie." Mike restrained a chuckle. "Do you know who did this?"
His cock swelled slightly as he watched the orgy play out on the screen. Perhaps Julie wouldn't notice.
FBI Director Julie Farrango leaned back in the soft leather chair and twirled a Seal-of-the-FBI pen between her fingers. She crossed her long legs and dangled a high heel on the end of her toes. Professionally dressed in the dark blue suit of the Bureau, Julie's white silk blouse drew tight against her chest. She'd weaponized her full-breasted figure a long time ago. Her open jacket and posture were evidence.
"We know this scene came from a low-budget pornographic movie made in 2013, Mike. This video's super-imposed faces, bodies, and mannerisms of the President's Cabinet is exceptional work. Whoever made this fake even knew about Mrs. Harrington's tattoo on her left breast. The Bureau's Fraud Detection team is one of two organizations in the world that detects fakes this sophisticated. Yours is the other. Neither the Russians nor the Chinese can do this. Did you do this, Mike?"
"Fuck no, Julie. This is too partisan. We steer clear of politics since the last two administrations abused our...capabilities."
Mike paused slightly. "But, I will say this is not the first image-manipulated pornography we've seen. "
"You've seen this before, and you have a name for it?" Julie was taken by surprise. "Tell me what you know, Mike. I'll need to brief the President before this gets picked up by the press."
She studied Mike's face for signs of deception.
"We call it Image-Manipulated Pornography, and we believe it's an Artificial Intelligence Bot. We don't know much, but the AI ImpBot is embedded in videos and photos on porno websites. When photos or videos are downloaded, the ImpBot goes with them. Once inside, the ImpBot accesses the available images and data, and social media. It develops a relationship matrix to the third degree of separation. Your contacts are the first degree, your contacts' contacts become the second degree, and their contacts become the third degree.
"The ImpBot is a porn content creator. It creates new images and videos by blending family and personal photos with pornographic content. It emails links to its newly created pornography to the contacts it uncovers. It's most pernicious in the first-degree contact list. Incest porn, cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, and whatever else it might create are distributed to family members. You and I know the people in this video. It tells us that someone close to the President's Cabinet is infected with the ImpBot. I'm actually surprised you and I aren't in this."
Julie pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side as she considered this information.
Mike and Julie together in a fake porn movie? A thin smile emerged. Better Mike than that Deputy Director in the CIA, she mused. Mike's a looker.
Julie often mused he was a lesser god in a godless government. Mike radiated energy. His light-red hair was cut short. The tips of each hair caught and reflected any ambient light in such a way that his head appeared to crackle with lightning as he moved. When he was angry, Mike thundered like Thor. Julie did not let his looks or the rumble in his voice distract her. She focused on any tells he might have if he lied.
Why does Mike know so much about ImpBot and say he knows so little? And why hasn't he mentioned this ImpBot in his briefings to the Security Council?
"What's the threat level on this, Mike?"
Mike paused before replying. His phone's Cyber Warfare App was adding the ImpBot to Julie's phone even as they spoke. Seeing Julie's face and body in a triple-X adult movie appealed to him.
Mike glanced at the high heel dangling from Julie's toes. He let his eyes wander up to Julie's breasts. At that precise moment, the Cabinet orgy video concluded with the words "Wickware, All rights reserved, Copyright 2014, Sex Lives Matter."
"What the hell is Wickware anyway? We couldn't find a reference to Wickware that made any sense in this context." Julie dismissed the Bureau's lack of information with a wave of her hand.
Mike held his pause a little longer. Was this the time to share the dossier about Wickware?
The haptic tap from Mike's watch signaled the ImpBot download was complete. In about six hours, Julie would be starring in porn videos along with her friends and family within her three degrees of separation. Mike would get a copy of everything distributed. He looked forward to it
Mike turned and touched his palm to the safe behind his desk. He removed a thin file folder with enough bright red-and-yellow slicker sticker warnings to make a UN Security Council proud. He left a thick plain-looking folder in place. Mike slid the well-marked folder in Julie's direction.
"You never saw this, Julie. I'm going to step outside for a minute and, when I walk back in, this folder and you will not have moved. Got that?" Mike smiled.
Mike's warm green eyes held Julie for just a moment. Her pussy moistened. He may be a lesser god, but a hot god is still a hot god.
Julie nodded and waited until Mike left the room to pick up the folder.
The information was sparse. About every eleven years, the word Wickware appeared someplace in North America. Mostly in county files or bank records. The first was in May 1947 on a county map in Wisconsin. Other documents were equipment purchases and bank loans. Strangely, the bank loans appeared to be paid within thirty days.
There were just two photos among the dozen or so papers. One was a photo of a town sign that read "Wickware-Population 10,303- January 1989 Solar Cycle 22". A group of adult nudists stood around the town sign holding a banner reading "Sex Lives Matter." The second photo was of a tombstone: "Harold "Captain" Jameson, Wickware, born 1947 died-1972. He gave his life to keep a secret." There wasn't any indication where the photo was taken or when.
Julie noted the intelligence analysis in the folder was missing. It should have been there. Why wasn't it? She bit her lip as she considered the possibilities. She knew then she'd been given a fake folder and not the real one.
So what was Mike hiding and why?
Mike bumped the door before entering, allowing Julie enough time to set the folder back onto the desk.
"You didn't answer my question, Mike. What's the threat level?"
"TBD."
"Mmm.. and what will it take to be determined?" Julie's blue eyes flashed at Mike's lie.
"A hostile act or the threat of one."
Another lie from the sensual lips of a lesser god known as Mike Allen.
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