"How on earth did you break your bed, sis? It looks like a warzone in there!" exclaimed Alana. "I knew you've been seeing someone!"
"Honestly, I haven't! It was just old and poorly put together, it was bound to happen," insisted Erica as she sipped at her cup of black coffee at her kitchen table.
In her mind Erica had a flashback to her orgasmically charged use of Kenzie's Vibranator 2000 Turbo over the past several nights. Kenzie had been right; the fifth gear had added such an extra kick of horsepower to the sex toy that it had shattered Erica's bed from the vibrations and at one point she thought it would almost bring the bedroom walls down on her too.
"The bed's two months old, you bought it from IKEA and I helped you put it together," retorted Alana dryly.
"Oh stop being an older sister and ruining my deflections with your truthy facts!" complained Erica. "Really, there was no guy, I swear. I have no time for guys with all my work, you know."
"Really?" said Alana with raised eyebrows. "Your super important job at the bank, huh? Or is that you just have your eyes on a guy at work?"
Erica blushed furiously, thinking of Michael and their ongoing office tryst.
"You should quit that job, Erica," said Alana. "You work all the time, I never see you, and you have no time to go have fun. You know, go out and see some real guys!"
"I see more guys than you think at work," murmured Erica into her coffee.
Alana shot her younger sister a mocking look. "I mean guys to take on actual dates, not random flings at work, Erica."
Erica couldn't help but smile to herself, but tried to hide it behind her coffee cup. Alana was a sweet older sister, and they always got on like a house on fire, but she was a bit of a bore. She worked at some godforsaken bland corporate job for a company that made Styrofoam packaging. Alana had no idea that her younger sister Erica did not in fact work for a bank, but actually served in the elite black ops Whore Division, a covert unit of the Sexual Intelligence Agency.
Erica was always the risk-taking adventurous one. Alana was the sure and steady achiever. Erica was sure if Alana found out what Erica really did, serving her country by sucking and fucking in the line of duty, her older sister would have a panic attack.
Alana, like her younger sister Erica, was stunningly attractive. At just nineteen, Erica had the charming flirtatiousness of youth, wrapped in a tanned lithe body with long legs, a tiny waist, small but perky breasts, long brown hair and stunning pale eyes. Alana, at twenty five years old, had grace and sophistication, coupled with killer hot looks; tall; elegant; fairer skinned than her younger sister; a slender figure; a bigger bust; dark hair in a sexy shoulder-length bob; rouged pursed lips; and keen green eyes.
The two sisters were sitting around Erica's kitchen table. Alana had the morning off and so had dropped in to share coffee and gossip with her little sister before Erica had to head in to work.
"You don't need to worry about me so much, Alana, I can take care of myself," said Erica with a laugh.
"We'll see," shrugged Alana. "Either way I'm going to have my eye on you, sis. And I still want to know how you broke that bed!"
"Let's save that for another time, shall we? I'm late for work, I got to get going!" replied Erica as she shot down her coffee and grabbed her hand bag to leave. "We'll catch up again soon, ok? You can tell me all about how the Styrofoam business is doing!"
"You're going to work in that?" Alana asked, raising her eyebrows at Erica's outfit.
Erica hardly looked like she was dressed for a corporate job. She was going thoroughly casual with her clothes; sporting a pair of tight black mini shorts; a black and white striped halter top; and thigh-high black and white striped stockings that matched her top. Her luscious tanned thighs were thoroughly revealed and highlighted between where her tiny shorts ended and where her stockings began. Her dark brown hair was down, spilling across her naked shoulders and brushing the display of cleavage at her small but perky chest. Her pale eyes were sporting dark eyeliner and a dusky eye shadow.
"Casual Friday," shrugged Erica, thanking her quick thinking for a suitable excuse.
"Cheeky brat," laughed Alana as she waved her sister off.
**
It had been a long week for Erica since she had been put on probation by Director Booker. Her newly acquired agent status hung in limbo while she was assigned to the "suck rounds", busily being called to and fro across Division to provide oral relief for any personnel that needed some sexual relaxation.
The sultry brunette had lost count of the number of people she had gone down on since the week began. After the first day alone Erica had been drenched in so much cum that the snug black tank top she had been wearing that day was permanently ruined, and her knees had grown sore from all the kneeling she had been doing in nothing more than a denim mini skirt. She corrected that for the rest of the week by wearing jeans and casual tops she would inevitably dispose of at the end of a long, cum-soaked day.
Difficult as it was giving blowjobs all week, Erica was a trained professional, and she knew how to put in the long grind of hours on her knees and sucking cock. After all she was one of the best fellatio experts Division had seen in years. The hardest part was Director Booker's insistence that Erica not be allowed to fuck until her probation was served. This was intended as a reminder to not screw up as she had done on her last mission. Erica thought she would manage ok, especially with Kenzie's specially rigged Vibranator 2000 Turbo toy she had borrowed, but by the end of the week she was already going nuts with craving a good, proper fuck.
Spending so much time with lovely, solid dick in her mouth had her wet and soaking between her thighs with desire virtually all the time. Yet there was little she could do to redress the situation at work until probation was over, especially as she was so busy running around giving head to people, she had no time to take care of herself.
Today was Erica's last day on the suck rounds however, and she had been doing such a good job that the Director had already recommended she be taken off probation and put back on agent status that very morning. However, that was after Director Booker had pushed her head down into his lap as he sat at his desk and briefed several teams of agents on their assignments for the day.
Once she blew him and struggled to choke down his rather substantial load of cum, he only then informed her that she had one more suck round to make before she was off probation.
That meant no more diving to her knees anytime a Division staffer snapped his fingers, or rushing from office to office giving wet, sloppy blowjobs as people kept paging her for sexual relief.
Most of all it meant she could finally fuck and release all of the stress and tension she'd built up over the week on probation.
Giddy at the prospect of finally getting laid again, Erica was almost skipping to the last blowjob call of her suck rounds. She would get it over and done with as fast as possible, thought Erica, and then go find Michael and shag him right then and there wherever he was. She didn't care if other people were around or even if he was coaching a class. She was so freaking horny that nothing was going to stand between her and a long, hard fucking.
Her last blowjob call should be a piece of cake, thought Erica. She was going down to sub level nine, deep in Division's vast underground basement complex, where a nerdy tech guy known only as Overwatch operated Division's global surveillance system. In the few encounters Erica had with Overwatch before, she had always caught the man leering and ogling her with barely concealed lust.
Erica had always found him just plain creepy, but she could empathise with the poor man in a way. Overwatch was almost always stuck down in the sub-levels, and tended to work alone. He didn't get to socialise or flirt with Division's many attractive agents, and on his rare visits to the surface he just wasn't sociable or charming enough to win favour from any of them. Even trainees doing the suck rounds didn't go and take care of his needs because they were restricted from accessing the sub-levels.
Clearly, Erica being sent down here was a mercy mission by Director Booker to keep Overwatch's morale up, she guessed. Or maybe Overwatch had put in a special request for her with the Director.
Either way, Erica was sure she could handle the nerdy man with ease. She checked herself again in the elevator mirror and practiced her winning smile and sultry pout.
Satisfied she looked smoking hot and irresistible, Erica stepped out of the elevator and alighted on the ninth sub level to find and give head to the Overwatch.
After winding her way through the eerily empty labyrinth of dimly lit steel corridors, she found herself outside the Overwatch room. Just as she was about to enter, the door came sliding open and Lucille rushed out, bumping head long into Erica.
"Lucille! What on earth? What are you doing down here?" exclaimed Erica in shock.
The trim, blonde Lucille, a fellow agent of Erica's, shot a look of disgust back at her. Lucille had never liked Erica ever since she had joined Division, and the relationship had not improved after their recent mission disaster together. To Erica's chagrin, Lucille was dressed impeccably in a sexy pin-stripe blazer and skirt, complete with hold-up stockings showing off a hint of creamy white thigh. Next to her, Erica felt decidedly under-dressed and under-styled.
"None of your damned business," shot Lucille coldly. "Besides, I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing down here? I thought you were on probation?"
"I'm on my last call," replied Erica. "I need to service the Overwatch."
"Better you than me," muttered Lucille. "Now get out of my way, I have work to do."
Erica stepped aside and let Lucille storm off.
