When the team returned to NCIS, Special Agent Gibbs went straight to the Director's office. Harold, the Director's personal assistant, as usual, refused to allow Gibbs entry, also as usual, Gibbs had to rely on subterfuge.
"Harold," said Gibbs, his eyes fixed on the far side of the small office, "what's that on the wall?"
As soon as the tall man's eyes glanced where Gibbs was pointing, Gibbs rushed past him and barged into the Director's office.
Gibbs smiled; it was the fourth time that trick had worked in less than a month. Jenny's assistants may be pretty, he thought, but they're also pretty dumb.
"Director, why the hell was my team sent to Georgetown this morning?" Gibbs raised his voice as soon as he was inside the office.
"Hello to you too, Jethro," she said with a crooked smile playing across her pretty face.
Just the sight of Jenny was enough to drain the fight from him.
Damn, he thought, she gets more beautiful every time I see her. I love those beautiful eyes; the dimple in her cheek when she smiles; her soft red hair.
Christ, her breasts look great today, he thought, proudly jutting outward, high and firm, taunting and teasing him to fondle them.
Jethro felt his prick grow semi-hard and tried his best to shut out his feelings of desire for her.
I had my chance, he admitted to himself. She wanted a commitment, but I couldn't do it.
His mind flashed back to London, the last time they were naked together. He had her bend over a coffee table, her hands on the sofa holding her steady. He had given her a good pounding that day.
Every thrust of his long cock inside her brought high-pitched squeals of delight. He vividly remembered the way she squeezed herself; the walls of her cunt gripping and milking his cock like a velvet glove.
Her flesh was so white---so soft and tender. He loved holding her hips, pulling her backward onto his rampaging prick then pushing her forward until only the tip was nestled between her warm and wet pussy-lips.
He'd wait until she begged for more---until she cried out in wanton desire for his cock---then he'd ram his steel-hard pole to the hilt inside her wet pussy. Over-and-over-and-over...
Of all the women he'd been with, Jenny was the only one who could match his need for sex. She simply loved to suck and fuck.
"How did you get in here so easily? Harold has strict orders not to let anyone in without my approval," she asked Gibbs.
"Harold isn't too bright," he replied, "...you may want to replace him with someone a little smarter."
"Maybe I didn't hire him for his brains, Jethro," she said with a smirk on her face.
A sudden image flashed thru Gibbs head: Jenny stretched over her desk, her skirt pulled above her waist, her panties on the floor with Harold frantically fucking her from behind.
He cleared his mind and said, "I repeat---why were we sent to Georgetown this morning? It's hardly something NCIS should be involved with."
"The information is on a need to know basis, Jethro, and you don't need to know."
"If you expect me to perform my job, I need to know everything! Listen here, Jen---"
"It's 'Director' Shepard, Jethro...whether you like it or not I am your superior, and I demand you respect my position!"
If she climbs on top of me and rides my cock---then I'll respect her position, he thought.
"Yes, 'Di—rec---tor'," Gibbs said.
Jenny looked at her subordinate, her former partner, and felt a surge of heat warm her loins. She'd never acted forceful with Gibbs in the past, he always had the upper hand, now, the power she had over him excited her.
Then she noticed something else as well, she wasn't sure, she couldn't be bold enough to stare directly at it, but she was damn sure Gibbs was getting an erection right in front of her.
The very thought of his wonderful cock moistened her pussy. For many months, his cock had been the center of her universe. She couldn't get enough of it in her mouth and cunt.
There was something about his hard prick that caused her to become hopelessly obsessed with it. The tremendous heat it gave off? The tingling, almost vibrating sensations she felt when it was inside her?
She wasn't sure what it was; all she knew was she missed his cock; her sex life was not the same without his magic cock.
"You may leave now, Jethro," she said forcefully. "If I decide you should know something, I will share it with you."
His blue eyes flashed with anger; he was about to speak then thought better of it. He turned and left the room without saying a word.
Jenny watched him the whole way.
Oh my God---he did have a hard-on! He still gets excited when he's near me!
Her mind became lost in a heated fog of lust; her nipples hardened inside the lacy confines of her bra. She walked to her desk, leaned over and pressed the intercom.
"Harold---get in here---NOW!!"
The red-haired beauty reached beneath her skirt and quickly pushed her panties to the floor. She pulled the skirt above her waist and stretched across the desktop with her legs open wide. The juices from her wet pussy began to trickle down her soft inner thighs.
Her young and tall, well-built assistant entered the room. Upon seeing his boss naked and vulnerable from the waist down, he quickly removed his rapidly engorging cock and stood close behind her.
"I need your cock, Jethro, err, Harold," she mumbled into her hands. "Give it to me hard today!"
"Yes, Director," he said, and dutifully obeyed his superior.
The team members were at their desks, watching the porn videos they'd confiscated from the Georgetown townhouse.
Gibbs had gone to meet with the Director, and the three of them desperately wanted to find something useful to the investigation by the time he returned.
"I, for one, find these movies disgusting!" announced Ziva to her co-workers. "I mean really---why do people watch these things when it's so easy to have sex for real?"
Tim whipped his head around and made eye contact with Tony. They both raised their eyebrows and slowly shook their heads.
"It's not as simple as you make it sound, Ziva," said McGee.
"Yes, it is, McGee---you need to get out more often...libraries, lecture halls, bars, restaurants, grocery stores, the zoo---potential sex partners can be found anywhere!" she said.
Tony's eyes bugged open: "You've picked up guys at all those places? Who are you really—the Happy Hooker?"
Gibbs suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "The Happy Hooker probably had over a thousand men, DiNozzo, I doubt if Ziva's number is that high."
"Thank you, Gibbs," replied Ziva. Then she wondered, huh? What does he mean by that?
"What did the Director say, Boss?" asked McGee. "Why were we sent there?"
"She's stonewalling us, McGee...she didn't say anything. We're on our own on this case...anyone found anything that will help?"
"McGee's finally getting that sex education class he's sorely needed, Boss," quipped Tony.
McGee took offense and said, "I'll have you know, Tony, that I---"
"KIDS---ENOUGH! Get back to work," scolded Gibbs.
For an hour the team poured over steamy, raunchy sex videos searching for the slightest clues.
Maybe the clue could be found in the background scenery, or the sounds coming from beyond the bedrooms where they were mostly filmed. Maybe the participants themselves would provide a clue.
The sound of Tony's phone ringing broke the intense silence.
"Why hello---yes, thank you for returning my call...uh-huh, okay...five minutes? I'll meet you there---bye-bye...Boss, I need to take a break, payroll screwed-up my last check."
"Go, DiNozzo..."
As Tony passed by Ziva's desk he stopped for one second, looked her in the eyes and asked, "Really---the zoo?" He then left without waiting for her reply.
Gibbs had difficulty focusing on the videos. His mind kept returning to images of Jenny. He thought of her new-found dominance, her forcefulness. His prick became stiff and unruly once again.
He couldn't help himself. He lowered a hand and furtively squeezed and stroked his throbbing erection thru the thin fabric of his slacks. God, it felt good!
"You men are such pigs!" exclaimed Ziva.
OH-NO---BUSTED! She knows what I'm doing! How do I get out of this one? Gibbs wondered.
"Why do men have to shoot their spunk all over women's faces and breasts? That is so degrading!" she said out loud. She was watching a video.
Whew! A close one, thought Gibbs.
"Boss, I think I found something!" announced McGee.
"Put it on the big screen, McGee."
"Uh, Boss---it's kind of sensitive stuff, all these people walking by us could be offended."
"ON THE BIG SCREEN, MCGEE!!
Gibbs knew McGee was right, but he couldn't risk standing and walking to his desk, exposing the bulge in his pants to his agents.
Suddenly, a close-up shot of the deceased Petty Officer Pettibone was on the big screen. His face twisted in bliss. The camera retreated and graphically showed Pettibone thrusting his big cock in-and-out of a woman who was bent over a desk. The woman's supple breasts swayed and shook as Pettibone vigorously fucked her from behind.
"Boss, look at the wall above the woman's head," instructed McGee.
A large insignia of the US Navy was on the wall.
"I see it, McGee...can you get a closer shot of the woman's face?"
"I don't think so, Boss---it looks like she doesn't want her face to be seen."
