"Hello, I am Sarah McKinley," Lauren Stokes lied, introducing herself to Joe Smith. Joe was Jenny's boyfriend of several years, "I am here to get a little more background information on Jenny—a more personal feel for her, if you will."
"Yes, yes, I have been expecting someone all day. I got a call yesterday," Joe replied.
From watching the tapes that the firm had copied, Joe seemed to like to drink quite a bit. Like most folks, when he got a little tipsy, he talked a lot more than normal. So when he offered Lauren a drink, she readily accepted. He poured her some red wine and he chose a Coors Light. She put her large black bag on the coffee table as she took a seat. In the bag was a small camera, despite the fact that Janet had the house wired with a top of the line camera and bugging system.
She made small talk for about thirty minutes, during which time Joe put down four bottles of Coors Light—and he wasn't letting up.
"Yeah," he rambled. He seemed to be getting a little tight after only four beers, "Jenny and I have been dating a good long while. I love her but it's hard not to want to step out on her sometimes, you know. Not all the time, but just every once in a while. I can't help but wonder 'what if' when a beautiful woman lets me know she's interested."
Lauren had two assignments for the evening. The first was to figure out who Jim and Angie were.
"Joe, we are interested in talking to several of Jenny's friends. We were given the names Jim and Angie, but don't have a last name or how to get in touch with them."
"Yeah, that's no problem," he said finishing his fifth beer, "they live over in the Sumner Hills Neighborhood."
By this time, Lauren knew Joe was drunk. He was knocking down number six like it was water. He stood up from his recliner and sat by her on the couch.
"Do you have a phone number or exact address?" Lauren asked hoping that he could recall at least one of them.
"Yeah," he replied smiling goofily, "But I just can't GIVE it to you."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Well, they are my good friends. You are a complete stranger," Joe replied now looking at her seriously, though his eyes were unfocused, "I don't give out information like that to strangers."
"It's for Jenny, though," Lauren replied, trying to use that angle.
"I know that. I guess I should have said that I don't give that information out freely," he smiled again, "Ms. McKinley, you are absolutely gorgeous. Do you have someone waiting on you at the house?"
This was what she had been waiting on—she was supposed to seduce him, though she had done nothing but watch him drink like a navy sailor. She could see the bulge in his pants and knew this was going to be easier than taking candy from a baby.
"If you are asking am I married, no I'm not," she replied. He moved his hand to her thigh and lightly squeezed. Lauren was hardly dressed for a business occasion. She had worn an orange and white cotton keyhole tie tank top and a light blue low rise denim stretch mini skirt that had three buttons on the front. It barely reached to mid-thigh. Her shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes made her irresistible to Joe, who was getting more drunk by the minute.
"I knew that by the fact you don't have a damn ring on," he replied, "What about a boyfriend? Or are you into women?"
"Of course I'm not into women," she replied, "And no, I don't have a boyfriend."
"You sure are a beauty," he said again, "I believe if I had your body, I would go around naked all the time, with a mirror in one hand and the other hand feeling myself up all the time."
She laughed, "Is that right?"
He moved in so quickly, she was taken by surprise. He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue flickering across her lips before she opened her mouth. They shared a soft kiss before he pulled back.
"You have really soft lips," he replied, "Wanna go back to my bedroom?"
It was a question, but he was already getting up and pulling her from the couch and down the hall. She grabbed the bag as he pulled her out of the living room. When they reached the bedroom, she put it on the mirror dresser making sure that the bag was angled at the bed.
He immediately stripped. His cock must have been 8 inches—it was rock hard. He immediately reached for the hem of her shirt, which barely reached her waist. He pulled the shirt up and over her head revealing the obvious—she wasn't wearing a bra.
"How big are they?" he asked while squeezing and pinching them. Her nipples immediately responded to his actions, growing long, fat, and pointing straight out. Her aureoles weren't very large and, like her nipples, were very pink.
"Well, they are 40D cup," she replied. Joe noted that they looked tremendous on her body, which was similar in size to Jenny's.
"They look great," he said taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Even through the fog of being drunk, Joe knew he had already gone too far. Jenny would probably leave him if she ever found out, "You aren't going to tell Jenny about this are you?"
"Of course not," she lied, "If my boss knew what I was doing, I would probably get fired."
One of his hands ventured further south to the buttons on the front of her mini skirt. He quickly opened them, causing the garment to fall to her feet. She was wearing a red thong.
"You look great," Joe said for probably the third time in ten minutes. He grabbed the sides of her thong and drew them slowly down her finely tanned legs. She was shaved smooth, not a hair anywhere. He cupped her pussy and commented on the smoothness. Not wanting to play around any longer, he gently pushed her back on the bed. She drew her legs up and back even with her tits to allow him to climb in between them.
Just before he was ready to penetrate her, she said, "Not so fast Romeo. I need to know either a phone number or address for Jim and Angie."
"Damn," Joe replied moving off the bed. He dug through the night table drawer for a pen. Finding one, he scribbled down their phone number and address, "There. You happy? They're married so you only need one number—Jim and Angie Hicks."
She said nothing as he once again climbed between her legs. Unlike some women, she stayed wet most of the time, though not soaking wet by any means. It was enough to allow him to slide in with ease. She hadn't been with anyone as long as Joe, so it took a little getting used to.
He slid in to the hilt and held it momentarily before beginning to fuck her as hard as he could. He wasn't interested in pleasing her. He was interested in pleasing himself. But Lauren wasn't finished with Joe yet. She started pushing her hips back, moaning, and tightly gripping his back (though careful not to claw it).
"Fuck me Joe. OH, that feels so good! I have never had someone go so deep!" she cried, "I want to come so bad! Tell me you love me Joe. Tell me!"
Joe hesitated a moment, but he was more interested in her cumming if in fact she was almost there.
"I love you Sarah," Joe whispered.
"Say it louder," Lauren said trying to make sure the microphones could pick it up.
"I love you Sarah!" Joe almost screamed. Immediately, she faked the biggest orgasm of her life, "Ahhhhhhh, IIIIII'mmmm cummming!!!!!"
