End Game

Sophia and I were recruited to be intelligence agents. Our first mission happened before we finished our basic training. We were sent to New York for the sole purpose of getting Peter into a hotel room to watch Sophia and me enjoy each other’s bodies. It was a seduction, and Peter was the one being seduced. 

It seemed simple to us at the start, playing our parts as two women with exhibitionist tendencies having an expensive outing together in New York. More of a fun escape than some risky intelligence operation. The Agency set it all up, and created full profiles for our fake identities. Sophia’s name for the mission was Erica and I was Jennifer. But the reality of being those two women full time and playing out those roles over two days and two nights changed us forever.

I was awake too early the morning after we completed the mission. My body reminded me in subtle ways of our sex from the night before. My mind was recovering, too. The details were still fuzzy, but clarity slowly retuned as I collected my thoughts for the debriefing.

Sophia stirred in the bed next to me, she rolled over, saw me and her face lit up with a warm smile. I wanted to be with her, to love her fo being Sophia.

“Mornin, baby,” she said in a soft, sultry voice. It made me melt inside. 

“Hey, sweetie. How’s….” 

She put a finger to my lips before I could finish the sentence. We laid looking at each other, as if in a spell, unable to speak or move, just being still… being together in thought alone. Magical.

It was 10 am when we arrived at the brownstone townhouse on the Upper West Side and the questioning began soon after in a sitting room on the second floor, where two agents, a man and a woman, both dressed in grey business casual, identified themselves and politely asked if we objected to being questioned together. Neither of us cared.

The woman kicked off the formal interview. “Why don’t you start with Erica and Jennifer leaving the restaurant together after dinner.”

Sophia went first.

“We stopped in the lobby to talk and he said ‘I don’t fuck and someone is always aware of precisely where I am,’ then I gave him our room number and told him that if he was only interested in fucking, that we wouldn’t be having the conversation anyway. 

“Jennifer,” Sophia continued, using my assumed name from the mission, “answered a question from Peter about where she thought we were going, and she told him ‘into our world, unless he wanted to just go have dessert with Lawrence. Then Jennifer and I kissed.”

It was a kiss I would always remember. I felt the soft warmth of her lips, then her sweet breath and the slow, swirl of her tongue against my on. I didn’t want to stop, but we were In the middle of the lobby making something of a scene and Peter tapped my shoulder gently. I turned and put an arm around Erica. I had to remember to use Sophia’s assumed name to keep things clear when it was my turn to speak. I put my arm around her waist, looking back at Peter. 

“Jennifer put her arm around me and we stood together facing Peter. He told us to give him ten minutes, that he would like to get into our world. Then he said ‘I promise to be there’ and he turned to leave us.

“I told him if he waited too long that he’d miss the opening act. 

“We went up to our room and propped the door open with a chair when it was time. Jennifer turned on a music stream we had decided on earlier, sensual classics, and walked into the hall wearing a leather jacket over her dress. Bach’s Fugue in E Minor playing when she walked out.”

That was when I saw Peter walking my way. He was still dressed in the same jacket, slacks and open collar. He was carrying a small bag. What stood out was his choice of shoes…rich Italian leather. I turned back and walked into the room and Peter followed without saying a word.

“What happened next?“ The man in grey asked.

“Well,” Sophia paused for a second, collecting her thoughts, “Jennifer came back into the room and Peter was not far behind her. Before we could closed the door, room service arrived with a cart full of desserts and there were two bottles of champagne with six empty flutes. Peter explained that Lawrence sent regrets, but wanted us to have dessert.”

“What do you know about Lawrence?” 

“We were hoping that you would tell us, but he seemed to be the one who made the arrangements for us to be at the dinner with Peter,” I offered.

The woman in grey responded, “Yes, he was involved. That is all you need to know for now. Please continue Sophia.”

“Peter poured champagne for each of us. We toasted and Jennifer told him he was in our world now and said ‘let me show you the way,’ guiding him to a chair we had placed in the sitting area under a bright light, away from the the rest of the furniture. I assume you know this already from your surveillance, so if you want me to skip these details…”

“No, the surveillance is something separate. We need as much detail as you can remember.”

“Ok, so he took his seat, champagne in hand, and then asked if he could have his bag, if this was where we wanted him to be. Jennifer gave him his bag and he retrieved a towel and some sort of remote control, which he gave to me. I held it, but ignored it for the moment so that Jennifer and Erica could start the ‘opening act,’ which was a completely improvised change of costume for Jennifer while I started an interrogation of Peter. At the same time, I started stripping until I was wearing nothing but my sheer skin-toned bra and thongs. The gist of the interrogation was humiliation. I repeatedly asked questions about his ability to perform and why he couldn’t please his partners, moving on to his insecurities around his appearance and sexual stamina.

“Jennifer interrupted me occasionally to ask for help with the leather items she was changing into during the interrogation. At various moments, she was nude or partially nude and adjusting the straps or leather coverings to align with her nipples, ass and vagina, taking every opportunity to touch herself and inflame her own desires. It was quite a show, and made it hard for Peter to focus on my questions. I was getting pretty horny watching her, too.”

“Please, try to stick to your observations of Peter and not your feelings or commentary, unless your physical state is pertinent to Peter’s,” said the man in grey.

“If you were there,” Jennifer rejoined, “you would have noticed that her state was getting pretty obvious. Her undies weren’t made for hiding anything.”

“Thanks, baby,” Sophia replied. “My nipples. Oh my fucking nipples needed attention. I started pulling on them through the sheer fabric of my bra. And I could feel the crotch of my thongs getting completely saturated. I wanted to just take them off, but it was too soon. At that point, Peter asked if he could get ‘more comfortable’ and we both helped him undress. He was semi-erect by the time we removed his underwear and discovered that he had a butt plug inserted with a pulsing light on the protruding round base. He placed the towel under his ass, leaned back in the chair, spread his legs, and then told me how to operate the vibrating plug with the remote he had given me. I turned it on and watched his cock jump.”

“Did he start touching himself?” The woman in grey asked.

“No.”

“Did he ask you or Jennifer to do something else to him?”

“No. He was too interested in what we were doing. By this time, Jennifer had pulled out the dildo that attached to the leather harness she was wearing and asked for my help attaching it. I attached it to the harness for her then pulled out some lube, drizzling it along the length of the black silicon toy, then rubbing it all over the dildo with a stroking motion. Jennifer got into it, pretending to fuck my hands with the dildo.”

“How did he react?”

“He asked me to change the setting in his butt plug to a different vibrating pattern and set it to low.”

“And then what?”

“After I did that, Jennifer knelt behind me and pulled down my thongs. I stepped out of them and she tossed them aside. She stood up behind me and pushed gently on my upper back get me to bend forward, then with her other hand she pushed against my inner thighs, spreading and exposing me to her. She caressed my exposed pussy, poured lube onto her fingers and spread it around, then rubbed the tip of the dildo in the squishy wetness at the opening of my vagina.”

“Did you feel aroused and open to the type of advance Jennifer was making?”

“What? Fuck, she wasn’t trying anything I didn’t expect. I was ready for it. Anyway, I thought this was about Peter’s reaction.”

“Yes, but your state at the moment of penetration…”

“If you’d allow me to continue?”

“Please.”

“I was so ready the tip of the dildo went right in and I pushed back into it, wanting to take it all in. Jennifer asked if it was ok and I told her yes. I looked at Peter’s cock and told him I was pretending it was a real one inside me, hard and hot like his. I told Jennifer to fuck me hard like Peter would fuck me because I love dick.”

“If you need to take a moment…”

“Why, do you?”

“Let’s keep going. What happened next?”

“Jennifer was fucking me and Peter got fully erect, asking me to turn the power up on his vibrator. I did and then I noticed him grab the base of the but plug and twist it while pushing and pulling on it slightly. I was feeling like Jennifer needed some attention, so I asked her to stop for a minute. I let the dildo slip out of me then we kissed and I caressed her nipples. I must have had my eyes closed because I don’t remember what he was doing before he came the first time. I heard him say something in another language and then I looked at him. His long, thick cock started to twitch. It looked like the head was almost swelling up when the first jet shot straight up and was followed by a few more shorter streams arcing in different directions. His stomach and legs were moist with his cum, but he made no attempt to clean it up. 

“He asked me to turn the vibrator off and after I did that, he pulled the plug out and it looked like his ass was still open where it had been. Jennifer asked him to kneel on the floor facing the chair and he did, then she approached him from behind and asked him to lean forward on the chair and spread his legs. Without a word, and without touching him, she lubed up the dildo and placed the tip of it at the opening of his ass and swirled it around without fully pushing it in. He was moaning with ecstasy and asked her to fuck him, but she didn’t.”

“It would have been easy, but I couldn’t do it,” I said.

“It was that moment,” Sophia continued, “when she was toying with him and I was watching her, wanting her inside me again, that I sat down and started rubbing my clit. When she stopped short of fucking him and stood looking at him and then turned to look at me, our eyes met and I convulsed in my own orgasm, moaning out loud.”

“What happened next?” It was the man in grey asked. He was sitting with his legs apart with an obvious bulge in his pants.

“I asked Jennifer to come to me. She stood in front of me and I took off the harness with the dildo and I started to rub and caress her, feeling the puffiness of her outer lips for the first time. Peter was sitting in the chair on his towel again. He had his own lube and was putting it on his dick, which was erect and hard again, and watched us, not saying anything. 

“We had planned this out so toys were always nearby anywhere in the suite. I had Jennifer’s favorite, the glass dildo, and lubed it up while she watched. She put her foot up on the arm of my chair, giving me easy access and I rubbed the tip of the glass up and down her slit. She was already so wet it would have been easy to push it  deep inside her, but I took it slow. The bulge at the tip was halfway into her vagina and I twisted it back and forth, watching the way it tugged at her pussy. I could see Peter watching behind her under her raised leg. He was stroking his thick cock with a long, slow motion of his right hand. 

“I pushed a little more and watched her vagina wrap around the tip of the dildo and I could see the slick, smoothness inside through the glass. She was playing with my hair and making soft noises of pleasure as I worked the glass into her, letting it slip a little further in until the first bulge of the shaft was inside, then I spent a few minutes playing with it letting her ride it in and out up to that first bulge. She started rubbing her own clit and moaning. We kept going like this until she orgasmed. 

“Peter was still stroking, but a little faster. When Jennifer started to cum, he pushed a finger in his ass and it looked like he was massaging inside while he stroked faster and came again. The creamy cum mixed with the lube as he kept rubbing his dick. When he was finished. He got up, washed his hands, and poured champagne for all of us in the clean flutes. 

“Jennifer and I put our robes on. He dressed, Finished his champagne, and left. He barely spoke again except to say something about he wished Jennifer had done more with the dildo. Then he wished us well. That was it.”

I told the same story. Sophia had really covered everything that we saw, except I got a much better look at his ass. He was no virgin. 

We were interviewed again, separately, in greater detail. I was spent after the interviews. They moved us to a new hotel, where we were told to order room service and not go out again. We even had separate rooms, but we decided to sleep together anyway. Sophia and I needed some time together as ourselves. No pretenses. 

We talked about everything but the mission. What would it be like going back to Virginia? Would our next assignments be together? The grey men and women never really asked how we felt about interacting so intimately with each other. I knew that there was something between us, but I knew she had no intention of being in a relation with a woman. Could that change? It’s a topic I decided to save for another time.