Hey guys! I’m trying out a new series and I wanna know what you guys think. If this does well, I’ll continue on with it. If not, then oh well.
Let’s begin.
Plot: Rachel, a white American woman, is recruited as part of an all female Mexican spy agency whose goal is to take down the most dangerous criminal in all of Mexico, codenamed May. She feels like an outsider among a group of well skilled individuals, as she doesn’t share their culture, but finds later on that they’re not so different from her.
Sleeping your way to the top has never been easier…
Part 1
Living in Washington my whole pre-adult life, I had gotten used to the wetness and cold of that place. Mexico was quite the opposite, and it was miserable. The best part? I was gonna be here a while. Perhaps the rest of my life if this got dangerous enough. I wasn’t going to let that happen, however. Although I always carried a gun on me, as required, I never planned to use it. I’ve been told I have a certain sexual charm that I intended to use. Sure, people like money, fame, power. But people will do the craziest things for sex. Me among them.
Instructions were clear and short: knock three times, wait a second, knock another. The heavy door to the strip club, informally known as “the meeting place”, would crack open. And, in perfect spanish, the words “I’m here for The Honey” shall be uttered. This part made me nervous, as my Spanish wasn’t the best. I had practiced the phrase on my way here multiple times, uttering under my breath so as to not confuse any passerbys. My pale, currently sunburning white skin alone was enough to confuse them, anyway. It didn’t help that I was to wear a dress to the meeting place. Anyone who saw me would think that I was a confused rich woman who didn’t realize Mexico wasn’t just beaches and pretty water. Oh what I wouldn’t give for a swim right now.
Three knocks, a pause, then another. A tall, yet surprisingly un-intimidating man answered. I uttered the phrase and he just stared at me.
Did I say it wrong? I looked at the sheet in my hands and re-read it. Yep, I said it just fine. I looked back up at him and he pulled the door open. I was relieved.
Everyone who associated with The Honey, my contact, was told I was a Spaniard in an excuse for my white skin. People here didn’t like those who weren’t Spanish speaking since birth. They would feel compromised or something. I didn’t delve too deep into the reasons why, I was just following orders.
My hearing was suddenly drowned with loud music and I could feel the strong bass vibrating the floor beneath me. As I walked deeper into the strip club, I was greeted with 3 poles, each accompanied with a hot Latin woman dancing around them. Seeing they were still covered disappointed me a little. My lesbianism made me valuable, as our targets were mostly women. And the term “no woman is truly straight” was taught to me. I was also valuable since I didn’t get distracted easily. I used my birth given skill of ignoring and disregarded the dancer, in a slight hope they would be nude once I left the office.
I walked to the back, giving a wink to every guard I passed by, another signal for them to know I was one of them. Two doors were opened for me by big, strong guys with guns, a classic cliché I was entertained by, and walked into the expansive office of The Honey.
A large, oval room with red wallpaper, dark oak wood, and a scarlet carpet was shown to me. It was slightly reminiscent of the Oval Office in the White House, but red. And a little bigger. The couch arrangement in the center even matched, but was pitch black unlike the bright white of the American version.
“Take a seat” I heard a woman say in perfect English. The Honey was known for her perfection of accents. She knew French, German, English, Italian, even Japanese, along with her native Spanish.
I took a seat in the middle of one of the leather sofas in the center of the room and waited. I couldn’t see her, as her chair was turned the other way. There was no creak as her chair turned toward me, her legs were crossed. The Honey was much hotter than the strippers outside. Her makeup, an expensive brand no doubt, was as sophisticated as it was rumored to be.
She walked slowly over to me and sat on the coffee table in front of me. This didn’t come easy for me, but I was flustered. Her attractiveness was intimidating. I’ve never felt intimidated by a woman before. It felt weird.
I shrugged it off by clearing my throat and became more attentive to her.
“Are you aware of why you’re here tonight…Rachel?” She struggled with my name, but got it pretty good.
“Headquarters wasn’t specific with my assignment.”
“Stop that. There’s no need for formality. We can be friends, right?”
Rule number 1: no making friends. Such a shame, I kind of wanted to…
“Well, that would be pretty difficult, since we’re so busy”
“Oh sweetie, I didn’t mean literally. But there’s still no reason we have to be so official. Loosen up a bit.”
I nodded. She stood up and began to walk around.
“I’ll tell you why you’re here…you’re here to fill out an assessment, in a way.”
“You got a pen?”
“No no, not a written one. But a test of…effectiveness.”
“Ma’am?”
She turned to me.
“You are a lesbian, correct?”
“Yes, as lesbian as they come”
“You, along with every target we have. That’s no coincidence. May recruits only lesbians, as she is one herself. It’s her way of building trust. I want to know that you can do that”
“I mean…” I said “…I guess I can be pretty trusting. Are you saying-”
“It’s under my request that headquarters sends you on an espionage mission to become May’s right hand woman. This also includes the position of a free use slave that she gets to do whatever she wants with. It’s a very important position, it means she trusts you”
“You want me to become a slave?”
“Oh it’s so much more than that. She pays them handsomely, she probably has 6 or 7. Not only is it worth it, it’s an honor.”
I sat there, unsure what to say.
“How many women have you been with?”
“Romantically, or…?”
“Let me rephrase. How many times have you had sex?”
Embarrassing as it is, I’ve kept count. And there was a lot to count.
“107, with 6 different women.”
“And would you say you’re…good?”
“I mean, they kept coming back, so…”
She laughed. Her laugh seemed genuine instead of forced, like she actually thought it was funny. I laughed awkwardly with her.
“So you’re funny, huh? I don’t know if that would get you very many points with May, but you can sure try.”
My short lived laugh stopped, and she continued questioning
“Only women?”
“Yes”
“Were you dominant or submissive?”
“Both”
“What positions did you use?”
“Just about all there is”
“Perfect.”
She stood in front of me once again.
“Let’s switch places.”
I stood up and she sat down, letting her legs fall open. I could faintly see a labia between her skirt. I cleared my throat again.
“Nervous?” She asked as I stood in front of her. I tried my best not to look that way
“Slightly”
“No need to be. We’re friends, remember?”
I nodded.
“I need to see how good you really are. Care to show me?”
She grabbed at the hem of her skirt and started slowly pulling them up. I swallowed, and then got down on my knees. I pulled her skirt all the way up, and she let her legs open.
Yep. That was definitely a labia I saw. She wasn’t wearing panties.
I didn’t feel the need to build up, as there was no attraction. I simply began and did what I do best. Ate.
She almost moaned, but cleared her throat instead. Now look who’s flustered?
Before long, I was comfortable and the nervousness washed away.
She tasted great, as all well cleaned women do. The aroma of her approaching wetness was enough to keep me going. Eating a girl to arousal was my biggest kink, I recently came to realize. My girlfriend at home gave me full permission to do that whenever I wanted to, which I took up on. Suddenly, a goal to return home came to mind, and I was devoted.
It was then that I did something that I never do the first time with a woman: I fingered her.
My two fingers fit in easily, even horizontally. She let out a real moan this time, and I continued.
I probed for her G spot and didn’t take long to find it. I had a knack for finding a girl’s G spot in seconds. Hers was easy.
She ran her fingers through my hair and held it for me. I started to get creative. I moved my head, fingers, tongue, and lips in all sorts of directions that she seemed to enjoy very much.
My guess was that she has done this a lot, as it took her a little longer to cum than my girlfriend does, and she’s very sexually active.
Nevertheless, she came in my mouth. Her pussy squeezed tightly around my fingers over and over, and her pussy juices flowed down my fingers in a sudden burst of wetness. She pushed my head away, disconnecting my mouth from her warm, soft clit. My fingers, still inside her, came to a stop and I let her finish her orgasm.
I pulled them out, and they shined brightly in the dim lighting of the room.
“Well done, miss Rachel. I think May’s gonna enjoy you.”
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