Jack relaxed and turned over onto his side while laid out on a hardwood floor. He was clearly home again since his floor normally acted as his bed in his unfurnished apartment. He felt the smooth hard surface and then remembered his apartment was carpeted. He heard a metallic click. His eyes flew open. He looked up and muttered, "Shit."
A bright ceiling light back lit a silhouette of a slender female body standing over him. Texas Amy's long legs stretched her tight skirt taunt with a tall high heeled stance as she pointed a deadly handgun down at him.
"You're cont-troller," she said, "had warned me with a text on my way to that there office complex say'in that someone might have or flat out alreadys did done dang brainworshed ya, Jack. Those Canadian bastards." She squinted at him as if she could see into his soul. "It appears they did. My poor James Bond Jack." She leaned forward and smacked him. "Snap out of it Jack! It's me Amy. You're true and only friend in the world. You can trust me Jack." She smacked him again. "Trust me now Jack. Are ya in thar Jack?" SMACK. SMACK.
"What are you doing?" he pleaded, staying on the floor covering his face. If she had not sat down on him straddling his hips, he would have raised his knees into a fetal position. Her deep cleavage came closer in view as she got her free hand ready for another hit. The other hand still pointed the gun.
"Your cont-troller told me everything, Jack," she said. "Every excuse or dee-lay in a hook'in that there box back-up is your self-sabotag'in brainwash'in. I didn't know that Canuckers controlled so much of the world. I didn't know about the whole Candadier conspiracy. My God, how can we 'Mericans be free Jack?" She looked up in introspection, her thighs squeezing his rib cage harder than ever. "We're 'Mericans we are." She looked down. SMACK.
"There are other countries in North and South America you know." He winced at another possible slap. His anger made him feel some true defiance. It wasn't clear to him what to do with it though. Normally he would just go with the flow, let others decide. Given his current status in life, he regretted that and now had a need to be his own advocate. "North and South America are continents you know. Their populations are all technically Americans too."
Texas Amy looked away for a second. Her eyes returned as she looked back down at him with disgust and then love and then anger and then confusion and then pity and then distrust. She smacked him again. "That's Canada a talk'in ag'gin Jack. I'll smack it out of ya all night if I haves t'ah. I'll smack ya through the wee hours of the morn'in. I love you that much, Jack." SMACK. SMACK. "Yes I do, Jack." SMACK. "Jack?" SMACK. "Put down ya hands, Jack." SMACK. "Takes it like a man Jack. I gotta slaps ya Jack." Her hand struggled to find a clear smackable target as his arms and elbows blocked any openings from the left and then the right. Her shoulders leaned side to side matching his moves. SMA-SMA-SMA-SMACK. "Can't hides Jack. I gets ya Jack. In m'ur ways than one, I gets ya Jack. Huh Jack?" SMACK. "It's for your own good. I lu'uvs you so much. Are ya 'Merican yet Jack?" SMACK. SMACK.
Jack struggled some more and then blurted out, "But you'll stop if I hook up the box? Right?!"
"Of course. Absolutes." She kissed him with a quick peck. "And I'll fuck ya brains out because that would certainly mean my big handsome hunk of a manly spy man's man would have beaten that there Canadian brainworsh'in. Oh god, cans you do it Jack? Huh, Jack? Huh?" Her hand raised poised to strike again. "Jack?"
His anger built, he lowered his hands. "Why do you keep saying my name so many damn times?"
Texas Amy put down her raised hand for a moment. "I can't help myself Jack. Your e-mails made me start do'in that. Your name just gets me in the mood. I'd see your e-mail, mm that name, your name, listed in the inbox and I get wet – so wet." She paused. She fondly recalled the multitude of times. She smiled. Her lips then tensed trying so hard to hold something back. It became too hard. She said his name again finding relief. Her hand raised. SMACK. "Break free from those Cannucks." Another pause to hold it back, but she couldn't: "Jack." A deep breath followed. "Strange huh?" Pause. Pain. "Jack." Relief. SMACK.
He looked across the room at the chassis sitting by the table. He crawled out from under her straddling legs. And then struggled to crawl across the floor towards the box. It looked like he was fighting something deep in his psyche, but his visible struggle was really tension from a fear of being slapped again. He plugged in the power and a single Cat-5 cable. There was only one switch. He flipped it. The machine turned on. At the office complex, the first Amy hooked up a dozen Cat-5 cables. But now with only one network wire, the upload would probably be much slower.
"Ye-hah," she screamed with delight. "Ya backs Jack!
Ignoring Texas Amy's gleeful look and overly zealous celebration, he wondered what the machine would really do. He wasn't certain. Did Eliza really exist? Or had he been a pawn in some kind of plot? The green lights started flashing. The CIA was probably scanning the Internet for a signature access. He would know his fate soon enough when goons in riot gear busted down the front door, or, he shuttered at the thought, sudden blackness from a drone strike of missiles.
"Come here," said Amy, "you male slut. Let me fucks ya. Fuck ya's hard Jack."
He barely had a chance to sit back against the wall when Amy stood and pulled the skirt of her short tight dress up and over her hips. She bowed at her waist as her thumbs pushed under the waistband of her panties at her hips and pulled the scanty material down her long smooth perfect legs to her high heels. She took a step back with the hobbling panties at her ankles, released the tension, withdrew one foot, smiled, and did a showgirl kick flinging her skimpy thong across the room. It stuck onto a wall's light fixture. She ignored the dangling silk fire hazard and dropped to her knees on top of him, constraining him between her embracing legs.
She purred. "Let's get ya's clothes off while the antivirus program uploads for the next 18 hours, Jack. Your cont-troller said this house had T1 something, whatever that is, but it would be much slower than the office complex, Jack." She grabbed the hem of her dress, pointed her elbows to the ceiling and pulled the whole ensemble, including her bra, up and over her head. She sat there naked, flung her long blonde locks, and licked her lips while eying her prize.
His body screamed for more. His eyes looked up at the blonde's perfect curves. The undersides of her rounded breasts were in his view and moved with her every heavy overly excited breath. He saw her shaved body between her legs. His eyes helplessly darted back up to her face and then back to her tits. A short time ago, his dick had done a gorgeous brunette and now it knew it had a chance for a blonde and all within 24 hours. His member got even harder. His logical mind on the other hand, despite what his cock thought, wanted to run.
"Someone's happy nows that their mission be complete," said Amy, her hand stroking his erection. "Huh Jack?" She guided his member and moved her hips to get above the tip. "I'm a virgin Jack. I model and I've been too busy to be dating. You'll be my first. Really. Guys never realize that models sometimes never get time for even the simplest relationships Jack. But ya somehow knew everything about me. Yes you did, Jack. I'm twenty-two and I've been want'n a man, Jack. A real man, like you Jack. I still remember how you accidentally got some e-mail address wrong and accidentally contacted me. Then with all your little quips and stories, ya made me laugh. Oh, Jack!" She looked up at the ceiling and lowered her hips, wrapping his erection tightly.
He watched as her body took him inside. A bit of blood showed when she slowly raised herself to adjust. She really had been a virgin. "You deserve it Jack," she said running her hands through her hair, down her face, and down her breasts posing herself like a Price Is Right model showing off a brand new car. For this episode, she was the prize. "I'm all for you – mmm -- Jack."
Up and down, her naked body started to move. He silently watched. He was never much into moaning but he was starting to feel a primal need. Maybe he lacked the confidence to be loud. He envied people in the movies who screamed during sex. He couldn't fathom doing that. The neighbors would hear. Of course here in Woodside where the houses were plotted into their own little forests of redwood trees, who would hear? He grunted. The sound was minimal but a huge effort for him. He grunted again fighting a list of worries flooding his mind. He hated himself for not being able to really enjoy this. A blonde model was doing him while his mind blocked the path to ecstasy with distractions. His dick, though, didn't let anything get in the way. It was harder than ever. His hands grabbed her hips as he watched and felt and struggled to stay in the moment.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, left her mouth agape, let her breasts freely bounce as she moved faster, and then she began to moan louder and louder.
Somehow he got even harder, which seemed impossible. It was like it might burst. He was exhausted and worried, but his body ordered him to keep going. His mind wondered what else had Eliza planned? Who else might kick down the door in this strange house? Who else did Eliza brainwash?
"Yes Jack!" screamed Texas Amy accelerating her gyrations. It wouldn't have surprised him if she raised a hand in the air like she was riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo. The energy of her body had showed an intensity for sex that for him even his wildest fantasies lacked. Her hands pressed down on his chest. She whispered breathlessly, "My thighs are getting tired. I'll use my arms, but I'll do this all night until ya comes Jack. It's all for you Jack. You. I'm all for you Jack. I'm yours Jack. Do with me what you want Jack. I'd die for ya's Jack. I'd humiliate myself for ya's Jack. Oh god, Jack. Come inside me Jack. I want your babies insides me Jack."
Jack closed his eyes feeling his leg and abdominal muscles tighten. He moaned. He never had been a noisy lover.
"Scream Jack. Let it go Jack. Mmmmm, Jack," said the blonde. "I feel it Jack. I feel you filling me Jack. I want that hot liquid Jack. Oh yes, Jack."
If he ever heard his name again, it would be too soon. He shivered. He moaned so loudly – at least for him. Then he realized, as he climaxed, that he had been barely audible. What did it matter? He was nailing a stunning blonde.
She continued to go up and down even faster as if that would squeeze more out of him. He wished women knew when to stop. The fact that it distracted from the moment seemed obvious to him.
"Oh Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!" His dick actually started to get hard again. Could he actually do her a second time so fast? She called his name more times. Maybe he could do her again.
