My cover was blown, I was leaving from the roof of the apartment building, but to get through I had to go through Ken and Lenny's apartment. I'd always assumed they were together, they seemed to have no end of patience for the other's company, a tolerance I only grow for those I'm fucking. I knocked on the door, Ken answered, tall, smiling, brown hair, clean cut, the type of guy to wear a sweater vest over a button up. Both were blue, he looked the dictionary definition of 'spiffy'. I smiled, he invited me in. I saw the light go out in the bedroom, but Lenny was here on the couch.
"How's it goin Jimmy?" Lenny asked, smiling at me from the couch, frosty beer in one hand a remote in the other. He had a white button up, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, what I would describe as business casual. His business, of course, was giving people nicknames like Jimmy after I specifically told him I preferred Jim. I digress.
"Hello Lenny." I returned the greeting, notably lacking a smile for him. He seemed not to notice, and asked if I wanted to watch 'the game' with them. For anyone who knows me beyond a smile in passing, they will know I'm not a 'sports guy'. I've learned some terms from some roles I've played, but if given the option, as I now was, I would 100% of the time say no to watching 'the game'.
"Who's in the bedroom?" I whispered to Ken. He smiled conspiratorially.
"My girlfriend Jenna." He whispered back. "She's not a big sports fanatic either, so she went to take a nap." I nodded and headed to the bedroom.
"Jim?" Ken looked confused, and followed me, the lights were off, but I could see the figure on the bed. She was on top of the covers, grey pajama pants almost met a pink tanktop, their missing connection revealing a strip of tan skin. She was not asleep, and looked over at us curiously. I walked over and got on top of her. "Jim?" Ken repeated my name, concern clearly rising as I hooked my hands on her waistband and pulled it down, revealing a nice round ass. She lifted it, biting her bottom lip, encouraging me to continue.
"Jenna?" Ken's voice was now a shrill echo of our names in chorus. I hooked an arm around her waist, lifting her ass so she was on her knees, but kept her shoulders against the bed. Her green eyes held mine and a smirk played at her lips. I ignored this, sinking my teeth into her asscheek, biting harshly. She moaned, and wiggled her hips. I slapped her free asscheek as I savaged bites and dragged my teeth across the right side.
"Wha-what's..." Ken's voice trailed off, I lowered my face, inhaling the scent of her.
"Fuck me." She moaned loudly. Lenny appeared at Ken's side moments later, a notable tent in his pants. So, I guess I had them pegged wrong, not gay after all.
"Ken, your girls a whore." I stood, dropping my hold on Jenna, and moved to the stairs. There was stunned silence as I ascended the stairs to the roof. Jenna was by my side in moments, clinging to my arm as we hopped in the waiting helicopter.
"Go for extraction." Jenna said into the mic as we pulled out headsets on.
"Go." I replied, she lifted the copter into the sky, and we were off.
"The looks on their faces." She hooted into the mic, laughing as we sailed out over the open water.
"You're lucky I didn't put that whore mouth to use right there. Sleeping on a job." I scoffed playfully.
"Promises promises." She shot me a smirk. We landed on a small privately owned island, and went into the cabin. "Welcome to paradise." She made a sweeping gesture at the cabin's interior. It was expansive, with huge windows viewing the beaches.
"You blew my cover." I pointed an accusatory finger at Jenna, who was really known as Kim. She smirked at me, sauntering towards me like I was the one on trial not her.
"Well soldier boy, what are you going to do about it?" She asked, hooking a finger around my belt, and pulling me against her.
"Gimme that ass, I'm not done." I grabbed her by the throat, her eyes widened, but her hands stayed on my belt. I spun her so her back was to my chest and held her tightly against me. I pushed her forward until her front was against a window, and held her there. Roughly with my free hand I yanked her pants down to reveal her ass, the sprouting bruises were going to be a marvelous tapestry. I rained down spanks, slapping and enjoying the jiggle accompanied by her soft moans and yelps. I let go of my hold on her to pull her pants the rest of the way off, before resuming pinning her to spank her ass. I toed her feet wider apart, and stopped spanking, she was panting. Unbuckling my belt, I pulled it off, curling it in my fist before using that to resume spanking. She moaned and struggled against my grasp, but I did not relent. When I tired of spanking her, I dropped my hold on both her and the belt, turning and walking to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out an apple. Turning around I saw her on her knees, hands eagerly going to fumble open my slacks.
