Pilot

-Always Strapped-

By, Unit 6

Plot: An assassin gets a new handler.

DISCLAIMER: these stories may include vivid and explicit sexual content consisting of, but not limited to: non-consensual and forced/rough intercourse, roleplay, voyeurism, bondage, abuse, mind control, and others. These stories are, in no way, based on any fact or are accurate representations of the respective kink communities. Names, settings, etc. are all made up, and any similarities to the contrary are purely coincidental. All characters over the age of 18 years.

Two heavy, black leather boots clunked onto the worn wooden coffee table as the weary legs of Joanna Echo Trave rested after a hard day of work. The sweat and grime of the day's labor began to seep through her clothes and saturate the mustard-yellow 70's-style sofa of the safe house, but Joanna didn't care. She didn't want to shower yet. She was waiting to get paid.

She glanced at the clock on the mantle. Her contact was already 20 minutes late.

"Where's the dumb bitch already?" Joanna grumbled.

As if by summoning powers, there was a knock on the door. Once, then twice, then once again. Her contact arrived. Finally. Joanna stood, begrudgingly, and her aching body protested. It wasn't easy to parkour all over Paris in the dead of winter. Not even the room heater provided any real relief.

Joanna opened the door. The usual woman, Whisper, was a short and stout woman with fiery red, curly hair and an attitude that could castrate a bull. This was not that woman. The steampunk goddess in the doorway was tall and thin, athletic even, sporting a green halter top over tight black pants and knee-high boots.

"Sorry I'm late. Had to kill a guy on my way over," she said as she entered the apartment.

"Oh?" inquired Joanna.

"He slapped my ass. Twice. It had to be done." The woman laughed. "Name's Taryn. You must be Jet."

"Yep," Joanna began, "Joanna Echo Trave. Jet. That's me. You got my money?"

"Wow, straight to business. No foreplay for you, eh?" Taryn withdrew a white letter envelope that was plump with what can only be Jet's earned bounty.

"I hope you don't mind I stay a bit," Taryn began, "I'd really like to have a shower and wash this motherfucker's print off me."

"Not at all," Jet replied. "I was going to shower myself soon."

"So come join me. Shower together, save water. No strings, just shower."

Just shower, yeah right, thought Jet.

Taryn took a step closer to Jet. So close, Jet could smell the fresh gunpowder blowback off her. In an instant, Taryn's hand shot towards Jet's crotch and she grabbed playfully.

"Tell me, Jet, are you strapped?"

A sharp intake of breath. One second to listen. One second to think of a reply. All Jet could manage was a shake of her head.

Taryn leaned in closer yet to whisper in Jet's ear. "I'm always strapped. If you would like to see, come join me." Taryn about-faced and walked towards the bathroom while Jet lamented the coldness of where her hand had been.

One breath. Two. The water of the shower turned on. Gunned down with leftover adrenaline and now arousal, Jet followed Taryn into the bathroom.

Jet entered and saw Taryn had already removed her top. The forest green halter lay in a heap on the cold laminate floor. Jet saw scars upon scars across Taryn's back. Some red and newer than the pale older ones. A small tattoo of a dove flew just above her left hip. Taryn turned slightly and Jet caught the outline of her breast. Taryn turned back and kicked off her boots. Jet began to take off her leather corset to add it to the growing pile of clothes. Taryn turned around completely, and Jet saw the full beauty of the woman's breasts, perky and full-cupped.

"Here, let me help you with that," Taryn said, taking over the unknotting of the strings.

Jet couldn't resist. She reached a hand around Taryn's neck and leaned in to kiss her. Their lipsticks slid against each other at first, then they locked lips and breathy moans escaped them. Taryn continued to work the corset until it was finally free and both women held each other close, breast to breast, kissing with feverish lust.

Taryn was the one to finally break the kiss as the steam from the shower started to fill the room. Both women fumbled at their own pants, and Jet with her boots, until they were both standing there in the nude. Well, all but one thing.

"I told you, I'm always strapped." Jet looked at Taryn's waistline where she wore nothing but a black harness and, with it, a large black dong. "Get in the shower," she demanded.

Jet didn't hesitate. She stepped into the stream of hot water and put her back to the cold shower wall. A shiver ran down her spine, but the warmth growing between her legs kept her distracted from the chill. Taryn strode over in two steps, stepping into the shower and pressing her whole body against Jet. They kissed again, the silicone phallus pressing into Jet's thigh.

Showering, truly showering, was out of the question now. Jet wanted nothing more than to feel this woman, to taste her, to fuck her. Arousal on high, Jet's hands explored Taryn's body from shoulder to ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her harder into her. Taryn moaned. The water drenched them, cascading down their hair and between their bodies. Hotter water touching hot skin.

Jet kissed down Taryn's neck and she slouched to take those perfect tits into her mouth. Back pain be damned. Taryn held Jet's head close to her, back arching into her as teeth tugged on nipples and tongue licked and sucked. With her free hand, Jet traced down Taryn's inner thigh and under the harness to find the woman was already wet by a different meaning.

Jet stood and kissed Taryn again as her fingers gently pierced the folds of her womanhood and began to massage a very swollen clit. Taryn moaned again and began to grind against Jet's hand. Jet felt herself becoming equally as aroused; her own nethers trembling with desire. And, as if by other powers of telepathy, Taryn too reached between Jet's thighs and returned the pleasure.

Both women moaned. Jet took her fingers lower and entered Taryn, earning her a "Fuck yes!" by the stranger. Jet withdrew and thrust again, over and over, gaining speed and depth with each thrust. Taryn rocked against her hand, riding her fingers. Taryn was so absorbed in her own pleasure she neglected Jet. Her hand even pulled back to wrap both arms around Jet's neck. Taryn lifted a leg around Jet's waist to give her further and deeper access. The black dildo only just getting in the way.

"I'm going to cum!" Taryn moaned. Jet pumped with renewed vigor, her thumb caressing Taryn's clit at the same time. In moments, a scream of ecstasy erupted from Taryn.

Climax barely over, and before Jet could completely take her hand back, Taryn turned Jet around, breasts to the wall.

Taryn pressed her body against Jet's back as water warmed the gap between them. "Scream for me, Jet."

Jet felt Taryn position herself and then felt the tip of the dildo under her ass cheeks. Jet obliged and bent in a way to allow Taryn to access what she wanted. With what seemed like sniper precision, Taryn entered Jet's womanhood with a single deep thrust. Jet moaned loudly.

Taryn gripped Jet's hips as she pumped rhythmically in and out of Jet. Water lubricated that which was already wet, and Taryn continued to rail Jet with unbridled fury. Jet came too quickly, moaning out, but Taryn didn't stop. She wanted that scream. Jet clawed at the slippery shower wall, trying desperately to find something to hold onto as Taryn plowed her relentlessly.

It was coming again. Jet felt the orgasm building. Growing. With every. Single. Thrust. Too fast to count pumps, Jet screamed out passionately. Taryn smiled and slowed. The hot water began to cool, as they had used up what had been stored in the boiler.

Jet turned and kissed Taryn. In a moment, she grabbed the dong and ripped it from the harness. Jet flipped Taryn against the wall and hoisted her up, lifting her legs over her hips. Jet impaled Taryn. Taryn wrapped her arms around Jet's broad shoulders as she succumbed to the mercy of gravity and Jet's thrusts. Up, down, up, down. Muscle for movement and wall for support, Jet bounced the woman on the dildo until she too cried out.

Both women, panting from exertion, continued kissing until the water became too cold to stand. They left the shower, dried off, and exchanged kisses and sultry glances as they redressed.

It wasn't even awkward, but fun. It had been a long while since Jet had had that much fun. Who knew sex with a hot stranger could be so... hot?

Before Taryn completely pulled on her top, she withdrew a scrap of paper from her pants pocket.

"Here's your next target," Taryn said as she handed Jet the paper with a name and address on it. "I look forward to our next encounter."