Disclaimer: This is a CELEBRITY PARODY and in no way depicts the actual sexual activities of the characters. This is a work of fiction. No inference should be made about the character or activities of the protagonists.
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Nadine Jansen, Agent 48ee, was on light duty due to the rigors of her last mission. Currently, she was assigned to meet an informant who would pass along some very important documents that would greatly assist the agency's counter-terrorist agenda. The woman, Randi Coxx, had been FBI, NSA, and was currently "rogue": she'd been "disavowed" (government-speak for 'now that we're through using you, we no longer need you'), and made her living on the fringes: selling information, and occasionally, her gun, to the highest bidder. For the information Nadine was after, the price was $100,000, plus the use of Nadine's body for an hour.
Nadine was dressed in a black skirt two inches above her knees matched with a cream colored blouse cut low, displaying her world-famous cleavage. Under them she wore a black lacey bra that unhooked in front, with black panties over a matching garter belt and dark seamed stockings. The final touch was a nice pair of black heels.
The meeting was to take place in a lesbian bar in downtown Newark. Randi would meet her on the basement level, where there were fewer prying eyes. Nadine parked, handed her keys to the female valet, and entered the bar. She paid the $25.00 entrance fee at the door, then continued into the club's interior. After her eyes adjusted, she quickly located the door leading to the basement, and after paying an additional $25, the tall, burly female guarding the entrance allowed her through. There were only a few women lounging around the area; some were locked in embraces, a few others were on their own, seated at the bar. One woman sort of stood-out from the other well-dressed women: she had fiery-red hair, was about 5'9", well-muscled, with sort of a hard, pretty face. She was dressed in a lumberjack-style shirt with the sleeves cut-off, jeans, and black combat boots. It was hard to tell if she had a good figure under the clothes, the way she slouched in her seat.
Making her way over to her, Nadine leaned-down and whispered the code phrase: "God, this bra is killing me"
Randi immediately got to her feet and growled, "C'mon, I'll show you where you can take it off" the correct answering phrase.
They went through some curtains, down a hallway, out the back door, and climbed into a dark blue Camaro parked in the rear alley. Randi started the engine and roared out of the alley, barely avoiding a city bus. With one hand on the wheel, Randi used her free hand to roam between Nadine's legs and under and over her huge jugs, making sure the agent wasn't wired.
They reached her apartment in about 10 minutes, and Randi skidded into an open parking space with a loud squeal of her mag tires. Randi led Nadine to the door, one hand on her lush ass, helping herself to a handful of the abundant buttock-flesh . Entering the apartment, Nadine is surprised at how neat and orderly it is; she had expected something much different. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Randi spun Nadine around and pressed her against the wall. Their lips met in a deep, searing kiss, which left them both a bit breathless. "Do you have my money?" she whispered, before enjoying another lip lock.
Nadine swallowed before answering. "I have it. And the documents?"
"In the bedroom. I'll be right back"
While she was gone, Nadine withdrew the packet of money from her purse. The two women made the exchange (Nadine examined the docs, then put them in her purse; Randi returned to her bedroom to store her money.)
When she returned, she pressed Nadine against the wall once more and captured the boobacious agent's soft lips in yet another heated lip-lock. Nadine was getting hot, and opened her mouth to the other woman's demanding tongue.
The horny double-agent's nimble fingers needed but a few seconds to unbutton Nadine's blouse to her waist. In one quick move she opened the front catch on the melon-titted spy's bra and took a rapidly hardening nipple in her fingers. Randi's body continued to pin Nadine to the wall as she rolled and pinched her big nipple; as the ditzy brunette moaned into her mouth she cupped and kneaded the incredibly-large hooters in her big hands. She lowered her head and slurped the thick nipple of Nadine's left titty into her warm mouth, lashing the rubbery teat with her nimble mouth digit. She gave the same treatment to the right jug before raising her head to stare into Nadine's deep brown eyes.
"Now for the second part of my payment. They briefed you on that?"
Nadine nodded, dizzy, and tried for another kiss. Randi threw back her head and laughed merrily.
"Good," she said. "Good,you hot bitch"
Randi decided to assert her dominance: she grasps the panting agent by the shoulders and pushes her to her knees. "Undo my jeans" she ordered. Once that was done, she had more instructions. "Very good. Now pull my panties down, with your teeth"
This was not the first time Nadine had heard this demand. She is submissive by nature and more than one of her female lovers had chosen this method of establishing their dominance.
"You'll need to prove to me how badly you want that information, honey" Randi told
her. "Get that tongue of yours workin'"
Nadine's wriggling tongue slashed across the woman's swollen lower lips, teasing and tasting before dipping into the glistening crease.
"Eat that pussy, bitch; suck it like the slut you are" Randi commanded.
Nadine worked at the juicy twat until a wealth of delicious cum bubbled-out of it, coating her lips and tongue.
"Good job, Agent Jansen. You're a great little cunt-licking bitch. Why are big-titted
bitches like you so good at eating pussy, hmm?"
