Disclaimer: I do not own the television series that this fan fiction is written for or any of the characters from it. This is a parody meant for entertainment purposes only.
Fanfiction based on the TV show "Dark Angel" staring Jessica Alba.
There were few things she hated in life Max thought to herself looking down at her feet, but heels were definitely near the top of the list. Nonetheless Max stepped out of the town car she had been sitting in, she shook her hips, adjusting the simple tight black dress she wore.
Her heart was already beginning to race, as it always did before missions. She glanced over to the doors to the exclusive club she had just been dropped off in front of. This was it.
"We'll be waiting for your all clear," her driver told her. Max nodded without turning back to look at him. He drove off, leaving her no choice but to enter the club. She took a final breath and put on her game face.
Max strutted confidently into the bar. Her dress hugged her every curve and drew the attention of every man in the room. She smiled, a little more than a dozen eyes intently watching her as she trailed her hand over her flat stomach, licked her lips and then made her way over to the bar.
The bar was one of the few high-class establishments left in Seattle. It was once a five star hotel, now a remnant of a different time in the city. Its exclusivity and expense made sure there was only one type of person sitting at the bar that night, the rich and powerful.
It didn't take Max long before she spotted her mark. Sitting at a far private table he wore an unremarkable dark gray suit over his well maintained fifty-two year old frame. Much like every other warm blooded man he had glanced at Max when she entered but had now turned his attention back to his paper.
Steven Donner blended in well, just another wealthy man trying to relax. But Max knew better, she knew that the large man sitting one table down was his personal guard and that Mr. Donner was the head of one the most promising defense contractors in the country. Wealthy, influential and full of important little secrets. She also knew he owned a home just a few miles away.
Fortunately for Max he was still a man, and it didn't take Max more than a few minutes to once again catch his gaze. She smiled and looked away. It was simple really, a game played countless times before and like most things Max was very good at it.
Within five minutes he had sent a drink to her. Another five she had joined him at his table where she laughed at his jokes, chewed on her lip and flirted unabashedly with the much older man.
It was less then a half hour since she had entered the bar before she was leaving it again. Being guided by Donner to his luxury car. They both slipped into the back, his guard quickly driving them out of the city.
Donner was all hands and wasted no time sliding over into Max's space. With a hand on her thigh he bent in to kiss her neck. Max faked a giggle, letting him slide his hand up her leg dragging her dress with it gasping as he slid is tongue over her collar bone.
Men, they were so predictable.
Max pushed back into him, pulling his hand off her leg taking control she pushed him back into his seat and slid onto his lap. She could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing hard against her. She smiled, and bent down to kiss him as he groped her ass doing his best to grind her against his hard cock.
Max rolled her hips into him, grinding hard against him which caused Donner to moan loudly into her mouth. It was almost too easy. She smiled as he lifted her dress up over her ass, his hands cupping her bare behind. By the time she was done with him he wouldn't know what hit him.
Before they could go any further the car slowed to a stop. They had arrived at his private home just outside the downtown core. Donner reluctantly let Max slide of his lap so they could both get out.
Max barely had time to breathe in the cold night air before Donner was behind her, his hands wrapping around her body. Cupping her breasts squeezing them up and together. He kissed and licked at her neck and in return Max leaned back, resting against his chest and letting her ass graze against his hard cock.
"You are so beautiful," Donner murmured into her hair as he fondled her young perky tits until her nipples poked through her dress. Max bit her cheek and let his hands roam over her body as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
They stood there, Donner content to paw at her tits as his body guard made his way up to the large front door. Max watched intently as he unlocked it, then entered went to a control panel just inside the house and put in a code.
"Lets go," Donner whispered, grabbed Max's hand and dragged her into his home.
Donner pulled her quickly through the large rooms. Not giving her time to take a second glance at the countless priceless pieces of art that lined the rooms and halls. The place was like a museum. Hell, Donner's private collection was probably better than most museums.
He led her upstairs, hurrying down hall ways until he stopped in front of the master bedroom. He swung the doors open and pushed Max in.
A king size bed awaited, a harsh reminder of what Max was about to do. Max smiled at him and slowly stepped back towards the bed, it was her turn to lead him. She twisted them around making sure she fell on top as they tumbled down on the soft mattress.
The body guard had followed them, never once letting his boss leave his sight. Even now he stood just outside the bedroom door, easily seen through the half opened door. Mounted on top of Donner Max gave a glance back at him and smiled. She didn't mind giving him a show.
Max rolled her hips against him, taking up where they had left off in the car. "You like that?" she whispered and Donner nodded. His hands dug into her hips.
"I want you to fuck me." she purred and pulled up her dress. Exposing her perfectly tanned toned stomach, up to her perky tits. She hadn't worn any panties and Donner groaned at the sight of her smooth pussy. Donner palmed her stomach, tracing it up before cradling her breasts.
Max licked her lips and went to work on his pants, she grabbed at the hardness between his legs. Pulling his belt loose then lowering the zipper of his pants. His cock was hard and throbbed in her hand as she wrapped her fingers around it. She teased herself with it, running his shaft then the head against her moist slit before letting just the tip push into her.
They both moaned, every muscle in Max's body tensed as she slid him inside of her. She clenched her jaw, hissed a sharp breath as his cock stretched her cunt and slowly she let herself sink down onto him. She savored every moment holding her breath until his dick was fully inside her.
She smiled down at him. She could feel every inch of him pulsating inside her. His face was red as he basked in the feeling of her tight cunt. Max gave another glance back at the guard. He was still starting intently at her but otherwise stayed emotionless.
Wearing nothing but her heels she turned back to Donner and slowly lifted herself up, her body squeezing his cock tightly not wanting to let go. She let a few inches of him slide out of her before she rolled her hips back down. Their bodies slapping together as she did. The act sent a shiver up her spine and her cunt convulsed around his aching cock.
"Mmhh," she moaned and Donner grunted. Slowly Max began to ride the older man. Her hands sprayed out against the bed her legs spread wide she first slowly grinded her hips over him barely moving only to speed up until she was nearly bouncing on top of his cock.
The guard watched and listened as Max rode his boss. Her tight little ass bouncing up and down. Her tiny frame taking the large cock like a pro. He had seen his boss bring home plenty of women, but the way this one moaned, like a bitch in heat, made him, for the first time, a little jealous he could only watch.
"God damn," Donner moaned holding onto her ass as she drove herself down onto him.
"Fuck me," she cried out, throwing her head back. For the moment she forgot the mission, forgot everything except for how this man's cock was making her feel. "Fuck me, fuck me."
Max was purring, her body humming with pleasure. She loved this, she loved missions like these. A night at a nice bar followed by a good hard fuck beat spending a week in some remote jungle any day. And it was real, no matter what lie she had told the men she bedded the pleasure she gave them, that they gave her was real.
