The Art Of Deception 1

Author's Note

- Another short story of the continuing adventures of my Gio stocking loving heroine Scarlett. I suggest you read The Art of Seduction and The Art of Interrogation first.

In this episode, Scarlett meets her match.

~~

"He's ready for you Miss."

The receptionist looks at me, then tilts her head to the right. Standing in an open doorway is a very pretty young woman. Check that. She not pretty. She's fucking gorgeous. Thick masses of glorious red hair frame a truly sensational face.

And she's smiling at me.

As I approach, I check the security badge at her hip. Ava.

Ava beckons me to follow. I give her the once over. She's wearing flawless satin pantyhose with just a touch of sheen. Wolford's, I think. Conservative, but classy. Her dress is cut on the bias to flow nicely around her body. Good choice for a buttoned-up office. Loose fitting, yet flattering.

A delicious thought springs into my head. If I see her later, I might ask her to lunch.

Ava emailed me the office dress code yesterday so I'd be prepared for my interview with the company President.

I remember my Sun Tzu,

The Art of War

.

"To know your enemy, you must become your enemy."

I studied the dress code

very

carefully.

Clearly they want to keep their women under thumb. Meaning: Don't show too much skin.

I'm OK with that. Shoulders covered. Meaning jacket. Fully buttoned. Blouse. Full-length sleeves. So, check.

No cleavage.

Tough one. But I've got it covered. Or should I say I've got

them

covered. Check.

Skirt or dress, cut at the knee or lower.

Check.

The office requires hosiery for women. A throwback to the 80's.

100% positively, absolutely, double triple check.

Did I say I was OK with that one?

So I'm good. But I also have my own rules.

You might say I like a good fit. Satin jackets don't come off the rack for a 38FF girl with a 22-inch waist. This one's custom tailored. Ten buttons to cinch it up, waist to breast, nice and tight.

Cream Cami over the girls. So...no bra.

The pencil skirt is made of silk. Fits my firm round 38-inch bottom to a "T". It's so tight I need that high slit on the side of the right leg. As an added bonus, the slit shows more of my fully-fashioned black GIO stockings - the ones with the Manhattan heel stitching and the seam up the backs of my legs.

Let me tell you about my legs. Thirty-six inches of pure sex. Not that I'm bragging. It's just the way it is. Men follow me on the street to stare. I spend ten hours a week in the gym on legs alone and I love to show them off. I worked for these legs.

I get it. People aren't supposed to talk about themselves that way. But that's not my style. I know what I have.

Most beautiful women have either a long waist or long legs. It's rare to have both. I'm lucky. At five eleven, and with a massive set of knockers, I've got it all.

This face and this body - they're how I make my living. Some people train their minds for years to earn a living. My body IS my living and I train it like an Olympic athlete.

I used to rent it. Fifteen hundred an hour, ten thousand minimum. Twenty-five for the weekend.

No-one ever leaves my bedroom thinking they didn't get their money's worth.

In fact, most men try to leave early. They tell me they've had enough. That they're tired. They tell me they can't cum anymore.

I have a lock on my door that requires a key. That, I keep safely hidden away.

Sometimes they beg me to let them go.

They only get released if they're boring me. Even then, sometimes I keep them penned in for sport. See what comes up.

Around a month later, after they've recovered, they call again. They always call again.

"Jennifer Chamandi," I say to Ava who is leading me to the corner office. A Sun Tzu wisdom comes to mind:

"It is essential to seek out enemy agents and to bribe them to serve you. Give them instructions and care for them. Thus doubled agents are recruited and used."

Ava, for instance. I admire her long, lean legs. She's wearing Chamandi's Black Suede Lorenzo 85 model. I have two pairs of the 105's at home. Black patent and scarlet, naturally.

She smiles and slows up a bit to walk beside me.

"Jimmy Choo Azia 110's," she says to me, without looking down. She'd already checked me out when I wasn't looking. Makes me feel damp and warm. "I admire your style. I just can't navigate New York sidewalks with a 5-inch spike heel."

Most women can't. With the stilettos, I can look a six-foot-four man in the eye.

"Anyway, they're amazing," she continues. "Fuck I wish..." She puts her hand to her mouth. "Oh please forgive me. I don't know what I -."

"Don't even think about it," I reassure her. "That word comes to mind every time I put them on." She tries to hide her smile. I think about how I would put a genuine smile on those luscious lips. "My name's Scarlett. Of course you already know that."

"Ava." She takes my hand. It feels slender and strong through my opera gloves. She holds it a half-second too long. I feel her heart beating. The talk about shoes is a signal. She's making a connection. There's a touch of moisture on her forehead.

"Tell you what," I say. "After this meeting, let me take you to lunch. We'll compare notes."

"On shoes?"

"Sure. Whatever turns you on."

She stops at looks at me closely. "Maybe you could teach me to walk in those heels."

Pussy does a little dance.

We walk the rest of the way to the corner office in silence. Well, not actually silent. My Gio stockings swish audibly with every step. Just the way I like it.

It's all in the walk.

More than a few prairie dogs pop their heads for a look.

We reach the corner office. Ava knocks on the door and opens it immediately. I make a mental note of that.

The man behind the desk stands and meets me halfway. Holds out his hand as he slides me the once over. Just a flash of a glance, but I noticed.

We always notice.

"Welcome, Miss -"

"Scarlett. Please call me Scarlett."

"Right." He gestures at a couch and chair set. "Jeff Cartright. Have a seat, Scarlett."

I take one of the armchairs. He takes the other.

I decided to layer today. Cecilia de Rafael Eterno Super Lucido high-gloss pantyhose under the Gio stockings. When I cross my legs, my garters pull on the Gio's and slide the stockings along the CdR's.

Love that feeling.

The pencil skirt rides up my thigh a bit. I keep the slit out of play. For now. I deliberately stare at Ava standing by the door so he can take a nice long look at my legs.

He does.

Ava notices his stare. "Would you like some coffee, Scarlett? Water?"

"No, I'm fine thank you," I say. I don't want to take even the slightest shine off my mirror-finish lipstick.

"Nothing for me, thanks Ava honey," says Cartwright.

'Ava honey' winces. He didn't see it, but I did. She nods and closes the door.

I turn to look at the boss. He pulls his eyes off my chest - not in time.

This is going to be easy.

"Scarlett, you come highly recommended.

And I cum a lot

. I just smile at him.

He looks down at the single page in his hand. "You have a very interesting work history. But I do have a few questions."

My last paying weekend was with an undercover cop. Not what you think. He was a legitimate customer. For the full weekend. Turns out he was CIA. By hour nineteen, he was telling me his deepest secrets.

I do that to people.

On Monday, the G-man called me. He wasn't mad. He offered me a job. Turns out the CIA has a LOT of money. And they had a very specific use for me.

I spent the next two years breaking people for them.

They always talk to me.

"You come very highly recommended," says Cartwright. "You seem well qualified for the role of Vice President Business Development."

"Executive Vice President," I say.

"I'm sorry? No the level is Vice President. That's the job."

"If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant."

I lick my lips. "I insist that I report only to you personally. I need the title to give me credibility with your customers."

"I see. Before we get into that, can you explain the two-year gap in your resume?"

"I worked for a US government organization that takes secrecy very seriously. The work I did in those two years is code-word restricted. What I can tell you is that I interviewed people. Men mostly, but not always."

"Interviewed them for what?"

I uncross and recross my legs. This time I let the slit do its work. The Gio swish reached out and tickled his brain. "I have a special ability to extract information from people. My job was to test their resistance to that."

He glances at the welts of my stockings. "What was your success rate?"

"Everyone talks eventually."

"Can you share some of your techniques?"

"Sorry, that's classified."

He sits back and blows out a deep breath. Gives me a hard stare.

"Do you think you could break me?" He looks at my mouth.

I just smile. I brush away the ends of my blue blonde hair from the top of my crossed upper thigh.

Give him a few moments to dream.

He thinks for a few moments. "EVP," he says to no-one in particular. I feel no urge to fill the silence. "What you've just said gives me an idea. Would you be interested in a little test?"

Interesting

. "Maybe," I say.

"Here's the idea," he says. "Business development isn't only about getting new business. It's about building market share. If you can make your top competitor fail, then that's good business. Are you with me?"

"You want me to make your competitor fail?" I know exactly where this is going.

"I can get you a meeting with the president. Do you think you could get some important information out of him?"

"Kind of like a secret agent?"

"Of all those in the army, none is more intimate than the secret agent; of all rewards, none more liberal than those given to the secret agents; of all matters, none is more confidential than those related to secret operations."

Secret Agent. That's exciting. Suddenly I can't wait to get out of these clothes. At least the outer ones. The nylon stays on. I think about Wolford pantyhose and loose-fitting dresses. "What information do you need?"

"I need to know who the head guy is in their top-secret AI research lab. That whole group is under a super-secure blanket. We've been trying to break that cover for months. If you can get me a list of their top Artificial Intelligence development team, the EVP spot is yours."

"You should know, I'm expensive."

"Consider this a contingency assignment. You get paid only if you get me the names."

"I always get my man."

"We'll see. The president's name is Jeff Anderson. I'll get you a meeting."

"Fifty thousand."

He looks at me sharply. "What did you say?"

"Fifty thousand. You said I'm on contingency. That's my fee."

"That's pretty steep for a few days work."

I just stare at his mouth.

He looks into space for a moment. "If your list is complete and legitimate, it's a deal."

I uncross my legs and stand. "See you in ten days."

On the way out, I spy her sitting in the cube outside his office. "Ava," I say, putting a gloved hand on the top of the fabric wall.

She looks up in a frown. But her face lights up when she sees me. "Scarlett," she says simply.

She swivels her chair to face me.

"Come on, I'm taking you out for lunch," says the little spider in my brain.

Without a word, she grabs her purse and leaps to her feet. The elevator is full, so we stay mum. In the lobby she turns to me. "What kind of food do you prefer?"

I study her face. My mouth begins to water. "I like just about everything. So long as it's hot."

"Were you thinking of anywhere in particular?"

So many thoughts come to mind. "I know just the place."

~~

In the gloom of my lair, Ava drops her purse onto the big couch. I shut the front door, engage the three locks, rotate the key, and slam home the deadbolt.

When she turns towards me I'm on her like a boa in heat.

I slither my tongue into her mouth and crush my juicy lips onto hers. She tastes nice. Really nice. She's surprised and doesn't kiss me back.

Not yet.

With my arms around her neck I wrap a leg behind her knees and guide her to my thick, plush rug.

She pulls her mouth away. "Scarlett! What are you..."

I go down on her before her head touches the floor. Her loose-fitting skirt gives me easy access. Then a nice surprise. She's wearing her panties over pantyhose. And they're crotchless!

A wise choice for good hygiene.

And a really fast fuck.

The panties come off with a sweep. I toss them back over my shoulder. I think she's still in shock. No matter. I'll have her cumming around in no time. I close my sticky lips over her vagina.

"Scarlett, dear, what are you doing? I'm not, you know, I'm, I'm not, I'm, I'm, I'm - Ohhhhhhhh."

I quietly slobber all around her clit. Get her nice and wet. She starts to moan. That's encouraging. I kiss the soft flesh all around her vagina. Light, soft little kisses. Sweet and sloppy. Get her soaking wet and hungry. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Give her a little suck. Take her nubbin into my mouth. Gently. Just a test. Getting her ready. Explore the labia with a gentle bit of tongue.

"Oh Scarlett. You don't have to...I don't, I'm really not...please, I, I can't, I've never, I've never, honestly I have a, a, a, I have a boy--, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooooohhhhhhh."

I put my thick pussy-sucking lips on her sensitive parts. My tongue goes to work. I slip it right in there. Bingo. Her G-spot. I curl my tongue and begin to push the tip up, up, up into her orgasmic zone. When I close my mouth over her labia and begin to gently suck on her, she closes her thighs around my head.

"No Scarlett. No, no, no, no, no, no. I can't. This is, this is, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh."

I pucker my lips and suck her clitoris gently into my mouth. Give it a little suck.

"Oh Scarlett. Oh Scarlett. That's nice. That's soooooooo good. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Scarlett dear, oh dear, dear Scarlett..."

That's a good sign.

This is the fun part.

I bore in. My mouth is as wet as my pussy.

Ava begins to whimper. She's overcome.

She's already close. She's so close.

I swirl my mouth and curl my tongue, still deep inside her. Then a series of soft, lippy bites on her clit, mumumumumumumumumumumumumum.

She's gasping above me. Her hands pull me tighter, tighter. Her legs are pumping me deeper now. Clench, release, clench, release.

"That's it," she manages. "Right there. Yes, oh yes. Right there, right there, right there. More, more, more, more. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."

I shake my head back and forth, fast, fast, fast. That elicits another moan.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

I think she likes it.

I soak her clit with saliva. Keep her nice and juicy.

Her fem cum is started to seep into my mouth. Nice and sweet.

I feel a slight swelling in her labia. My tongue pushes up on her G-spot in fast pulses. That makes her scream. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!"

Her whole body begins to vibrate. She's building sexual strength. Her body wants it hard now. I go in deep. Fuck her with my tongue. Curl it up hard on every in stroke.

Press in. I love the press. Swirl, suck, lick, press. Swirl, suck, lick, pressssssssssssssss with my lips. Presssssssssssss.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Scarlett!!!"

I pucker my lips and presssssssssssssssssssssssss.

She cums. Gloriously. Like a goddess. Fist pounding on the floor. Her legs are super strengthened. She coaxes my tongue deeper into her, deeper, deeper, deeper. Her body is bouncing on the rug. Literally bouncing.

My tongue. I can get it deeper than a solid cock. But with a beautiful difference. My tongue is flexible and wet and lasts almost forever. I can keep her going and going and going for as long as she cums. And more after that. It never goes soft. And I can curl it and swirl it and twirl it in just the right places.

I keep my tongue on her clit and keep her cumming. On and on she cums. I go with her spasms and enjoy the ride. Preparing her for the next one.

And the next.

When at last she comes down, I lift my head from her steaming cunt. My lipstick is all over her. She's staring at the ceiling. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly from the excursion.

I crawl up her body and lie on top of her. Our noses touch. I wonder what she's going to say next.

It didn't take long.

"Scarlett, that was, that was. Dear sweet goddess of hell, I've never, never, I've, I've never..."

"Cum like that?" I ask hopefully.

"No. Well yes, yes that. Absolutely I have never, ever, ever cum like that."

"So what then?"

"Well Scarlett, you're, you're my first, my first..."

"Woman?"

Ava nods vigorously. I'm pretty sure she never thought she would.

Or could.

I press my lips to hers. Oddly enough, this is a more intimate moment that sucking on her cunt. She kisses back. Tentatively. I slip my tongue back into her mouth. I start to kiss her harder. I frame her head with the inside of my arms and bear down on her mouth. She likes that. I shower her face with a hundred little kisses. Then down to that cringey little place at the base of her neck. I lock my lips there.

Nibble, nibble, nibble.

She squirms and laughs and fake-struggles.

It makes her horny.

It always makes

me

horny.

I slide around and slip my tongue into Ava's ear. Then I put my sticky lips back to her neck and work them deep, deep into her skin.

She swoons.

She puts her hands on either side of my head and pulls me up for another kiss. We lock lips and French kiss for a few minutes. Sweetly, with not too much heat. She's getting more comfortable by the second. We intertwine our legs and swish our nylon legs together.

I reach down and fondle her breasts. Turns out her tits are pretty glorious too. I have my mouth on the first nipple before she can say "who knew?".

Her breathing begins to pick up again.

Time to see what's up. I crawl back up and look her deep into her eyes. Our noses touch.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ava?"

She nods.

"Can he do this for you?"

She hesitates. Then she shakes her head.

"Is it serious? The two of you?"

Ava looks off into space. "I thought so. I really did. Now I don't know. I just don't know what to say."

"Ava, you are one gorgeous woman. You don't have to compromise."

She thought about that for a minute. "Scarlett?"

"Yes dear?"

"Is it always like this? I mean, with a woman?"

"It is with me, lover. I know your body like I know my own. We haven't begun to explore what I can do for you. I can make you cum so long, so hard, so many times, it'll change your life. Change you forever. You'll be delirious with sexual energy. A blue-white bolt of lightning will be coursing through your body, ready to explode any time you want. I can pull an orgasm out of you that will curl your fingers and bend your toes backwards, will make you see stars, and send you to the moon and back. I can make you cum so hard you'll pass out. And when you wake up, I'll be sucking on your pussy as I pull another one of you and you'll scream and beg for more, more, more."

"Ohhhh," she moans.

"And I can give you that power too. Enormous sexual power. My pussy has a mind of her own. She can suck on your tongue and nibble your clit. Forget strap-ons. She can latch onto a dildo and fuck you with it better than any cock. She can wield a vibrator and slide it in and out of your holes until you cry for mercy. And if you ever want to slither that gorgeous tongue of yours inside of her, she'll suck it in and cum into your mouth like the starving slut she is. For the starving slut you'll become."