"This was a setup!" Erica exclaimed as she wiped a strand of cum from her lips. "You betrayed the Division, Klaus!"
"Hardly!" retorted Klaus von Hammerhard. "I was merely presented with a more advantageous opportunity. Perhaps Whore Division should think harder about sending such an inexperienced junior agent to satisfy their clients next time."
Klaus stroked his sleek blonde hair idly, and leaned back on his desk with his arms folded, as if bored.
"You seemed well satisfied to me," Erica said dryly, her hands curling up into fists.
"Perhaps," replied Klaus coldly, "but Amanda here simply offered such a well-rounded experience. I could not pass it up. The device will go to her and Slut Directorate."
Amanda shot Erica a smug look as she stood beside Klaus, a hand on one hip and the other twirling a lock of her wavy auburn hair. Amanda looked as slutty and evil as ever in a cleavage popping black vest and skin-tight black leather pants that accentuated every curved inch of her long legs. Erica had to admit she looked stunningly hot, and it made her all the more furious over how she had been upstaged.
Erica glared at the athletic, busty Amanda. The bitch had been Erica's arch-rival ever since she began training at Whore Division. When Amanda had shown her true colours by betraying Division and defecting to Slut Directorate, Erica had sworn to avenge her agency by taking Amanda down. But every time she encountered the auburn-haired slut, Amanda was always one step ahead.
Now, yet again, Amanda had come out on top.
Erica decided to try another angle of attack, "come now, Klaus. You haven't yet sampled everything I have to offer. Perhaps you shouldn't be so rash to make a decision."
"Please," said Klaus, "you think I haven't read your file? You've only just made agent. You haven't even been sanctioned to fuck yet. You were just here on a routine suck off."
"Maybe not, but I'm willing to bend the rules," said Erica, slowly walking over to Klaus in long, sultry movements. "If, that is, the device goes to Whore Division like you agreed."
"Klaus," warned Amanda, "you said the device will go with me. You know she won't be able to fuck you like I will."
Klaus shoved Amanda aside and grabbed Erica by her long brown hair in a tight fist.
"I'll do whatever I please, and I'll fuck whoever I please!" growled Klaus. "Let's consider negotiations re-opened! I'll fuck this little teen Erica here first, and afterwards if you can do better than her, Amanda, the device will go to you. If you're as good as you say, Mandy, there shouldn't be a problem!"
Klaus then roughly pushed Erica down, bending her over his desk until her breasts were pressed against the surface and her round ass stuck out over the edge. Erica gasped, but let herself be shoved down. This was the best option she could hope for. A proper fuck contest between herself and Amanda. She was sure that her tight, young body would win Klaus over and allow her to complete her mission. It would be close, but at least now she would have a fighting chance.
From the corner of her eye, Erica could see Amanda smouldering with rage as she looked on. Clearly things weren't going to plan for her. Erica grinned to herself, happy to finally be outfoxing the she-fox herself.
Then Klaus began lifting up the end of Erica's tiny red dress over her tanned ass, revealing her lacy black panties and the black suspenders holding up her stockings. With a low hiss, Klaus gasped as he pulled down the panties and revealed Erica's glistening pussy, already slick with juices in anticipation.
Klaus could not resist. He bent down and ran his tongue across her, making Erica shudder with pleasure. He kissed and licked and slurped on her gorgeous slit, making it run with juices as Erica began to whimper and writhe, feeling her heat and pleasure build.
Yet before Erica could really get lost in the sensations, Klaus suddenly stood and she gasped in surprise and delight as she felt the thick, smooth cock she had sucked off not minutes earlier press against her opening and slowly begin to push inside her from behind.
"Get ready to be fucked, Agent Erica," moaned Klaus, as he thrust powerfully forward and impaled his aching member inside the pretty brunette bent over his desk before him.
**
24 Hours Earlier.
"Erica, you're late!" yelled Director Booker.
"Sorry sir, I was held up in medical. Doc was having a bit of trouble concentrating because of his huge erection so I was blowing-"
"You're an agent now, Erica," sighed Booker, "you don't need to suck every hard-on in the agency just because it's there anymore. That's trainee duty."
As if to punctuate his point Booker patted the bobbing head of the petite little brunette on her knees in front of him. Erica recognised the girl as Cara, a fair skinned enthusiastic eighteen year old trainee with a lot of potential that had just joined Whore Division. She was in the middle of giving very thorough head to Director Booker, and slurped away noisily as her shimmering shoulder length raven hair bounced along with her energetic bobbing. Cara was wearing a cute sky blue sundress and looked as pretty as a picture; but for the incongruity of the Director's giant, bulging cock crammed in her mouth.
Erica herself had serviced Booker and other Division personnel plenty of times as a trainee. Booker especially; tall, black and solidly thick in every way, had been one of Erica's favourites. But now she was a proper agent. Her little trial assignment with Matt the other day had been a resounding success, and seen her promoted well ahead of her class on the basis of her outstanding oral abilities. At just nineteen, Erica was one of the youngest people to be promoted to full agent in Whore Division's history. It was a tremendous point of pride for her, but now she mused that she would have to adapt much faster if she was to be taken seriously. Showing up late to her first briefing was not giving the best impression.
"Let's continue with the briefing than, shall we," said Booker.
Erica took a seat in one of the empty chairs in the office. There was no desk or table, instead just a small semi-circular scattering of chairs around a large monitor in the wall, which Director Booker stood to the side of. Erica smoothed out her crisp, tight blouse; strategically unbuttoned to reveal a sizeable eyeful of cleavage while still leaving room for wanting more. Her tight red leather mini skirt slowly rode up her thighs as she crossed her long legs and showed off her crimson heels. Erica's long straight brown hair was tied up into a high ponytail, and her pale eyes cast their gaze across the room to see who else was in the briefing.
Besides Director Booker and Cara, there were two others in the room, both agents.
Michael was a ruggedly handsome, charming stud of a young man with wavy light brown hair and a shade of stubble. He had been one of Erica's main instructors during her traineeship, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to his cool, calm demeanour and lean body. They'd had many a hot, steamy training session; and more than a few private ones on the side. Just being in the room with him was enough to get her feeling hot and bothered.
Well, that, and the noisy little blowjob Cara was giving the sexy, black Director. As much as Erica had grown used to such activities at Division, it was always hard to ignore too.
The other agent was Lucille, a slim, haughty blonde that Erica had always detested. Lucille was aloof and difficult to get to know under the best of circumstances, and she had always given Erica an especially hard time during training. At just twenty one years old, Lucille had only graduated to agent less than a year ago, but in that time she had made sure to pick on Erica whenever she was instructing. Many a time, Lucille had made Erica to suck off one guy after another until her jaw was aching and her neck was sore from exhaustion.
On the monitor before them were several photographs and schematics. Booker, still being attended to by Cara, gave a groan of pleasure before proceeding with the briefing.
"The man in the picture is Klaus von Hammerhard," began Booker. "He runs a small but well connected private security firm called Denizen, and has had low level contact with Whore Division on occasion. He provides us with critical information; we indulge him in our special services."
Cara chose this moment to cheekily wiggle her face down further on Booker's meaty black cock and took it down her throat with a great squelching sound. Booker tried his best to maintain his impassive expression, but Erica could see his eye twitching as he grunted in response. Erica struggled not to giggle, and bit on her lip to stifle it. From the corner of her eye, Erica could see Michael grinning and Lucille rolling her eyes.
"Ahem," said Booker as if clearing his throat. "Hammerhard is a small level player, and we haven't bothered much with him in the past. But his company has recently come into possession of an item that we have a very keen interest in. Whore Division has been tasked with retrieving that item."
"Is that the schematics of it there?" asked Lucille, indicating to an image on the monitor.
"Yes, that's the device," answered Booker. "It's a prototype. We call it the Botton Device, after the scientist who developed it. Whore Division has been after the Botton Device for some time."
