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2 – The Proposal
This is a sequel to the story LIAR. While the characters are the same (and a few new ones) this is a bit more erotic than the first one. While reading LIAR first would be helpful to know the characters more intimately, you can probably read this story without having read the first one.
Thanks to my friend ‘Billie’ who adds amazing confusion to my life.
Thanks to ‘Jessica’ and the ‘Girls’ who have made my mid life crisis so much fun.
Thanks to ‘acurmudgeon’ for catching my blatant mistakes!
Thanks to ‘Austin’ for his unintended inspiration.
THE PROPOSAL:
The Stake Out
A light mist fell across the windshield causing the street lights to bokeh and glow in the cab of the black Suburban. Long hours of waiting for a moment’s glimpse of a suspect, turn even sane agents into mind numbed robots. Most nights on a stake out the cab of your SUV is filled with the smell of stale coffee with the occasional after taste of carry out leftovers. This night was different.
Somewhere along the way I had forgotten about the perp I was there to watch. It didn’t matter. I was pretty sure the suspect had been spooked and we’d never see him again. I had taken it upon myself to stop by for a few hours with the hope of winning the lottery and catch the son of a bitch that had ponzi schemed his way into infamy by stealing the life savings of widows. He was gone. He smelled us watching him somehow and before we could collect enough evidence to make the arrest, he bolted.
But tonight, I had exchanged the typical monotony of a normal stake out for something much more pleasant. I leaned back in the black leather driver’s seat and momentarily closed my eyes. I tried to wipe my mind of the fact that we had been made, let it go. With a long slow exhale the windshield briefly fogged over from the warmth of my breath. Abandoning the whole concept of a stakeout I slid my hand down along the side of the seat and pushed the electric mechanism, moving the back of my seat lower into a reclining position. It was relaxing to lean back and drift off into pleasure for a few moments.
Utter honesty. Since I discovered that Billie was now married, my sex life had come to a screeching halt. She hadn’t even had the courage to come out and tell me herself. The news had hit me like a cold slap in the face and she stood there right in front of me while I took it, then left me crumpled like a wet dishrag.
I shifted my hips in the seat, resting more of my weight against my shoulder blades. Taking my baseball cap off, I tossed it to the back seat. I ran my fingers through my hair stretching my arms and shoulders after the prior hours of sitting still.
The mist outside turned slowly to a light rain. It was that cold kind of rain that cuts to the core. Gradually the windows of the whole cab began to fog up as the warmth of the vehicle came up against the falling temperatures outside.
Totally relaxed now, my head turned slightly toward the passenger seat. I glanced out the passenger window to see the once mist covered window turn to long lines as the damp air merge into water droplets that slid gracefully down the glass. A small ornamental tree in the front yard just beyond the glass was covered in the blue-white light of LED christmas lights.
I ran my hand across my chin, noticing the start of a good five o’clock shadow as a warm sensation was overtaking me. The sensation that had been worth ignoring the fact that I was on a stake out. The sensation that could cause a veteran FBI agent to throw away the concepts of duty and priorities. I couldn’t help myself. Yeah. I’m not only a liar, I’m weak too.
Just a few weeks earlier I had made my confession to a priest. It was a big one, the sexual addictions, affairs, alcohol addiction, and more. I could almost imagine him pouring himself a whisky and lighting a cigarette on the other side of the carved, wooden lattice work and cloth that separated us in the confessional booth. Years of being an undercover FBI agent had caught up with me, screwing with my brain and bringing me to the brink of a mental breakdown. That poor priest caught the full brunt of it. Wonder if he still is at that parish or if he turned in his collar after that night’s confession.
It was my weakness that had pulled me through my malaise. My weakness for confident, strong willed women. Billie had been just the ticket. Right at the point of breaking, she came bounding back into my life as my partner for both the job we were sent to do as well as my partner in bed. But just as quickly as she had re-entered my life, the rug was pulled out from under me. Now I was on the skids again. I often couldn’t remember which legend I was using that day. The truth is, I really don’t know who I am anymore.
My hand slid down from my chin, across the length of my tie, down my chest and to my lap. There in the darkness of the cab, my hand found the softness that now was taking advantage of my utter weakness. I clenched my eyes, knowing that I was succumbing in ways that could truly cost me my job. It wouldn’t be the first time. My little affair with Billie just a few years earlier had led to a total fuck up on a mission. Without the help of a friend who covered things up, we both would have been out, possibly even facing charges.
Leaning back in my seat, I looked upward through the sunroof into the darkness. The sound of soft falling rain could be heard pelting the glass above me. But that’s not the sound that was holding my attention now. It was the rhythmic sound of my own heavy breathing. It was the sound of pleasure.
The fingers of my left hand slid through the sandy blond hair of the head that was now in my lap. ‘Take my pants all the way off.’ I said roughly.
Her head lifted a bit as she tugged down my pants, shoving them down my legs and into the footwell of the driver’s seat. I felt the cold leather seat against my now exposed balls causing a momentary chill to run through my legs. Then without a word she went back to her task. Her left arm slid behind my back and groped at my ass while she rested her weight on her right arm that was between my legs. She massaged my aching balls, tugging at them to point my cock upward to her mouth.
Damn she was good. Just enough saliva to make my whole cock feel warmed and wonderful. She twisted her head slightly with each stroke down my shaft. It made me wish there was more light to watch the show. I had to settle for the sensations in the darkness. All I could see was the movement of her head in the darkness, but I sure as hell could feel her warm mouth slurping along my shaft.
I slid my hand under her and gruffly unbuttoned her blouse, tugging at her bra until her soft, milky breasts were exposed and hung beneath her. Then pressing her back downward, I enjoyed the feeling of her bare breasts being pressed against my hip and thigh. I moved my leg back and forth against her breasts before spreading my legs wider as I enjoyed the pleasurable warmth of her breasts against my flesh.
She knew what I wanted. She slid her head between my legs, gripped my cock in her hand to tug it upward. She pressed her breasts against my thigh and began sucking my balls. Her hand that was behind me slid under my ass. God, she was a pro. Her middle finger was probing between my ass cheeks as she sucked and licked at my balls. She continued jacking at my cock to keep me at full attention.
Still pressing her torso down against my lap, I slid my hand down her back toward her ass. It was raised slightly in the passenger seat now, where she had been kneeling to reach my cock.
With demanding motions I yanked her tartan skirt up and onto her back, exposing her fine ass to the world. I shoved my hand down the back of her panties, sliding across her skin that was now shocked into goosebumps from the cool air. There between her legs I discovered a pleasurable warmth that made me grin. She shif
ted her hips compliantly and spread her stance to let my hand explore her.
She had to be enjoying this a bit as well. She was wet. Not, ‘I’m fucking my lover’ wet, but wet. I took advantage of it. I shoved my middle finger deep inside her pussy and it slid in with little resistance. So I shoved in a second finger. She shifted in reaction, causing her tits to press even more firmly against my thigh as she raised her ass up to my hand. I could feel her moan gently as a mild vibration through my manhood in her mouth.
It was clear that she was willingly giving herself to me. And it was clear that I was going to let her. My fingers started exploring her pussy, my thumb exploring her anus. She was soft and wonderful. The feel of each fold of her soft, warm, center brought a sick gratification to my brain.
As I finger fucked her she began bobbing her head up and down my shaft, trying like hell to make me cum. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. I was savoring each moment, holding out on her to make it last as long as humanly possible. In my sadistic, demented mind, I decided to make her work for it.
I gripped the back of her head with my left hand, palming it as if I was palming a basketball. Then I began shoving her head down into my lap with each stroke. She was taking it like a champ. So I shoved her even harder. My hips began thrusting upward into her face with each stroke downward. Occasionally I’d stop and force her head down to grind my hips into her for a satisfying deep throat. I could feel her cheeks and nose pressed firmly against my lap as she took all of me.
When she started to gag a bit, I didn’t care. I smiled to myself at the thought that I was using her like a fuck toy. And like a crack whore, hooker, she was performing her roll as a fuck toy with expertise. It clearly wasn’t her first time to play the tramp to get what she wanted. I was just the lucky SOB that got to be there tonight.
I could tell that I had caught her unprepared when I thrust my thumb deep inside her ass while at the same time shoving her head down firmly into my lap. I could feel my fingers in her pussy from inside her ass. I rubbed her flesh between my fingers and thumb within her as she struggled a bit by shifting her hips to get away from the depth of my fingers probing.
She started stroking my cock with her hand, taking a break to catch her breath for a moment. But I wasn’t done with the tramp. ‘Get back on it, bitch!’ I demanded as I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her head back into position.
For a moment my own sexual anger shocked even me as she once again took my manhood into her throat. God, it isn’t like me to use a woman like this. But then again, none of what I’ve done in the past couple of years is like me. How would I know anyway? Was I Max the FBI agent, Andrew the mild mannered and quite possibly gay artist, or Jim the professional accountant and businessman? What I was doing to this woman didn’t fit the profile of any of my former legends. ‘Maybe I am losing it’, I thought as I shoved her head back downward into my lap in the darkness.
I gripped at her ass in my right hand and her head in my left as I started harshly face fucking her. My hips began thrusting up, bucking out of the driver’s seat until I could feel my balls ready to let loose. I shoved her head down into a deep throat one last time as I came in her throat. She tried to push away, but I held her there through my entire climax. Each twitch of my cock could barely move as I was shoved so deeply into her that she gagged. She finally pulled away but not completely off my cock as hot cum escaped her mouth and dripped down the side of my cock.
‘Lick it up, bitch.’ I demanded.
She complied by sucking up and swallowing every drop. She licked at my balls and around the hilt of my cock, cleaning me. The cool air of the cab rushed in around my wet cock bringing a chill. My cock was still twitching a bit in post orgasmic pleasure.
I slid my thumb out of her ass but took more joy by thrusting my fingers in and out of her a few more times for good measure. As I finally released her she sat up in the passenger seat and wiped at her mouth. Through hard breathing she swallowed hard and let out a soft cough. She was experienced at having sex with men she wanted something from. She had obviously done this before so I wasn’t giving her any pity.
Reaching into the glovebox she found a small rag that we used to clean the windshield. She used the blue, microfiber cloth to wipe her face and mouth before refolding it and putting it on her lap. She straightened her bra, pulling it back into place and began buttoning up her blouse. I tugged my pants back up and buckled my belt. I couldn’t help but grin the whole time.
Once I was completely redressed, I turned to her. ‘So what’s so fucking important that you’d offer me a blow job just to hear you out before throwing you to the curb?’ I asked.
She straightened her hair a bit with her fingers before turning to me. The light of the Christmas tree outside caught the profile of her lovely face. Leaning forward to explain herself, the light exposed her facial features. Jessica Quinn looked me in the eye. ‘Give me a second to catch my breath.’
The Proposal
Yes. I had just gotten a blowjob from a woman who had been indicted by a federal grand jury on multiple counts of human trafficking and was out on bond, awaiting trial. Worse than that, I would be called to testify concerning her involvement in the trafficking of women as prostitutes. It was my undercover operation that had provided the evidence that would soon be used to put her away for a long time. And yes, just being in the same room with her right now was a breach of my oath that could get me fired in a heartbeat, if not thrown in jail for potential collusion.
She wiped at her cheeks and eyes again with the rag, wiping away the remaining froth in the corners of her mouth from her recent gagging. Then she shot me a phony smile. She licked her lips to moisten them then gave me a pouty look while biting just the left side of her lower lip in a sensual manner. ‘Not bad, Max.’ she seductively whispered.
I’m weak, but I’m not an idiot. I’m realistic enough to get the fact that the only way a hot babe like this would ever be intimate with a guy like me would involve a favor of some kind, if not a simple cash transaction. So while the comment was nice, it came across as cliché as a hooker moaning ‘oh baby, yeah, like that.’ I didn’t respond to her cliché. I just waited to find out what I owed her for getting my rocks off.
‘Out with it Jessica. You know you shouldn’t be anywhere near me.’ I chided.
She tugged down the sun visor and checked out her makeup in the mirror. Through pursed lips being covered again in a fresh coat of lipstick she replied. ‘Max. Come on, I thought we were friends.’ She feigned while exaggerating my real name. Making mockery of the fact that she now knew me as an FBI undercover agent and not as the financial consultant working for her husband.
Seems like I have a lot of friends like Jessica lately. Friends that take advantage of you for as long as they need you before tossing you aside. But she just kept piling on the shit. ‘And now that we’ve been … intimate, well, I thought you’d understand just how grateful I can be to people who help me.’ she said with dripping innuendo.
‘We were never friends, babe. You were just a job. But yeah, thanks for a great blow.’ I threw back. It truly was a great blow. She had skills, skills that I wish every woman I had been with had learned. ‘I promised to hear you out, so get on with it. We can’t be seen together.’
‘Max. Always businesslike.’ She replied. She sat back in her seat and looked me right in the eye. ‘You know I was framed.’ She stated as if the concept had at least crossed my mind while investigating her.
Yet it couldn’t be further from the truth. I had unlocked the da
ta she was hiding on her laptop myself, transports, times, names, payouts, it was all there. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she was the one behind the trafficking ring.
‘Jessica, we have you dead to right. Even a first class blowjob won’t get you out of this one.’ I stated just as firmly. ‘You’re going to jail for a long time. Grant it, you’ll probably be at one of those cushy, white collar prisons, but you’re going away still the same.’
‘You really think I give first class head?’ She playfully grinned while reaching over and grabbing my crotch. God, she was too much. It’s probably why her husband who was a good 30 years older than her fell for her ‘I need a sugar daddy’ act.
‘Okay.’ I said. I acted like I wanted to shove her hand away from my now spent balls, but I didn’t make a very valiant effort. Her hand on my flaccid crotch felt good. Hell, I admit it. I enjoyed the fact that this gorgeous woman was willing to play with my balls, even if only because she wanted something of me.
‘You still haven’t told me what you want.’ I demanded as I stopped trying to move her hand and let her massage my groin.
‘You’re the only one who can prove that I was framed. And I need your help to prove it to the judge before I end up in jail.’ She said confidently while gently continuing her massage.
‘Jessica, I’m not going to help you. I know you did this.’ I shot back. Without thinking through the concept of where her hand was, I continued, ‘And I plan on making sure you get put away for a long time.’
’Which is the very reason why I need you. If I can prove it to you, then I can prove it to my lawyer and the judge.’ She gave my cock a special squeeze before she continued, ‘I’m willing to pay you very well for your help.’
I knew what she meant. She was offering her sexual favors not just tonight to hear her out, but on an ongoing basis to help her. Hell, it’s about the best offer I’ve had all year.
‘You do understand that it was my job to provide the evidence that clearly shows you were involved. I’ve seen the evidence and there’s no way it wasn’t you heading up this scheme.’ I said. God, what was I saying? Hell! Just lead her on, make her think I’m helping, and use her for a fuck toy until she gets put away.
But her response caught my attention. She let go of my cock and sat back in her seat and shrank back. Putting one hand to her mouth she looked out the window. I couldn’t tell if she was crying but I knew that the mood changed radically. It wasn’t an act. ‘I didn’t do it Max. I swear.’ she said solemnly but filled with resolute strength.
I’m a guy who tells lies for a living. Working as an undercover agent for this many years, I’m a professional liar and I know all the tricks. I’ve trained with the best to hone my skills. At the same time, being a professional liar means I can also spot a liar a mile away. There are tells that a trained investigator knows to look for while interrogating a witness. There are head turns, eye movements and changes in breathing patterns. There can be the repeating of planned phrases and something as simple as pointing their finger at you.
Sure she was not being totally truthful when she talked her way into the Suburban. The way she was clutching at her own throat was a clear indication of someone trying to protect vulnerability. She was hiding something when she told me how and why she had followed me to this stake out. That was clear from the shuffling of her feet once she was in the car. She was full of shit when she negotiated just a few minutes of my time in exchange for a blow-job. But she was being truthful now. From the moment she said ‘I didn’t do it Max’, all the patterns of a liar vanished.
The next morning felt like it came quickly. Too quickly. With a sharp click of a light switch, the task room was filled with harsh light that filled the working table and caused objects to cast stark shadows. Several plastic bags with ID tags attached cluttered the space. I grabbed a work stool and pulled it up to the table, screeching as it slid across the tile floor.
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