This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Scarlett Johansson, Kat Dennings, Christina Hendricks, Lindsay Lohan, Linda Carter, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Kaley Cuoco or Alexandra Daddario, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.

Story Codes: F/M, F/F, F/F/F, Teen,

Scarlett Johansson: Agent Red Ep. 04 The Girl Next Door… to Evil
By Muhabba

Lindsay grunted as she nearly tripped over her feet again. "Oh Bitchiest of Bitches, can I please take the blindfold off now?" she asked.

"Mwa ha, ha, ha…" the evil Christina cackled maniacally. "Now is the time, my servile servant," she cried out before roughly yanking the blindfold off of Lindsay’s face.

Lindsay Lohan, double agent working undercover for B.R.E.A.S.T.S. to infiltrate the evil organization S.L.U.T., blinked as she looked around the room. "Is that a throne?" she asked as she nodded across the large room, her voice echoing.

"My throne from which I shall rule the world!" Christina called out as she raised her arms triumphantly in the air.

Lindsay took her first good look at the evil Queen of Mischief since she had put the blindfold on. Christina was wearing a black leather jumpsuit with metallic shoulder pads on it. A red cape a shade darker than her hair was pinned to the pads with bits of metallic jewelry placed around the suit that accentuated the maniacal mistress’s own blue eyes. She stood on six inch black heeled boots that stretched her legs out and made her thick ass look like it belonged in an oil painting. Her large breasts strained the front of her new uniform as she cackled in glee.

Looking down at her own new uniform, Lindsay could tell it was of a similar design except without the orientation. "Where are we exactly, my queen?" she asked.

"My throne room," Christina said simply as she strutted across the room towards her new throne.

"I, uh… I guessed that, oh Evil One," Lindsay said nervously. "She’s gone crazier than ever," she thought to herself. "But where exactly?" she asked in case it was finally time to ditch her gig and escape.

"My new secret base," Christina said as she dramatically sat down and threw one of her legs over the arm rest, "Emphasis on the ‘Secret’ part."

"She’s gone completely paranoid," Lindsay thought. "But how can we staff your new ‘Secret’ base without your Charlotte McKinney clone army? Perhaps if you told me where we are I could start holding interviews…" she started before Christina interrupted her.

"After our last two bases were infiltrated by that despicable Agent Red only I will know the location of our new base!" Christina shouted.

"At least she’s including me in the ‘ours’ part or my cover is blown," Lindsay thought. "But the staff…" she started before being interrupted again.

"They will be bussed in," Christina said simply.

Lindsay rolled her eyes at Christina’s bus plan. "But without the clone army, how will we…" she started before being interrupted once again and grinding her teeth in frustration.

"Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that," Christina said joyfully, "It’s being taken care of. Now get your knee pads and tongue brace, I wish to celebrate."

Lindsay shrugged her shoulders in defeat. With no information from Christina and no way to communicate her location to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. she would just have to hope they could uncover S.L.U.T.S.’s plan on their own. "Yes, your gooey greatness," she said as she shuffled off to find her oral protective gear as Christina clapped excitedly.

-9:08 AM, The Office Of Jennifer Love Hewitt, Family Counselor

"Come in," Jennifer said from her seat behind her desk. She didn’t look up as her patient came in and shut the office door behind him. "Have a seat," she said as she finished the last of her paperwork. "I’m glad to see you today, Tom," she said as she looked up and smiled warmly.

Tom sat down on the couch and looked at his psychologist. She was beautiful with a girl next door face, flowing brown hair and a killer body. Her amazing chest was always threatening to burst forth from her simple white blouses and her hips always stretched whatever she was wearing tightly across her rounded ass. He shook the image of her stripping for him out of his mind and tried not to leer at her. "I… I was surprised when you called and asked for a private appointment without my wife," he said nervously as he noticed how transparent the blouse was and the fact he could almost see her hard, light brown nipples.

"Don’t worry about your wife," Jennifer said as she stood up from behind her desk and arched her back to stretch out. See saw the look of need in her patient’s eyes and tried not to smirk as she strolled over to him. Her brown skirt came down to mid-thigh, and as she took too large of a step she exposed the garter holding her stockings up. She took several long steps forward until she reached the couch and sat down next to her up-coming victim.

"This… this is supposed to… supposed to be ‘Couples Counselling’ so what about Carol?" he asked nervously as he unknowingly stared at Dr. Hewitt’s chest.

"I’ll get to her as well," Jennifer said, "But I wanted to talk to you first." Jennifer slowly undid the first two buttons of her blouse. It wasn’t anything indecent or showed a great deal of cleavage but it was a reminder of her breasts for Tom. "Tom, I want to ask you a question," she said plainly.

In a effort to not appear to be a Peeping Tom pervert, Tom ripped his eyes away from Jennifer’s chest and looked up at her face. She was smiling sweetly at him and her hair was pulled back into a loose bun. He felt kind of ashamed of himself for concentrating on his doctor’s chest as soon as he had entered the room. Sure, Dr. Hewitt was attractive but that didn’t mean he had to leer at her. "Sure, Doc, shoot," he finally managed to say.

Jennifer looked deep into Tom’s eyes. "Would you like to see my tits, Tom?" she asked with a careful, even tone of voice.

"Yes," Tom blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Would you like to touch my tits, Tom?" Jennifer asked in the same time of voice.

Tom kept the correct answer in his mind, the answer that wouldn’t get him divorced. "Yes," he blurted out again despite wanting to have said “no”.

"Would you like to fuck me, Tom?"

He was ready this time. There was no way he was going to fuck up and say "yes" again. He was a rock. "Yes," he said, "Dammit!"

"What’s the deepest, darkest fantasy you’ve never told your wife about, Tom?"

There was no way he was gonna fuck this one up. He had no idea why he kept answering Dr. Hewitt’s questions truthfully but this was a more difficult question than a simple yes or no. He knew he could stop himself from digging a even deeper hole for himself. There was no way he could screw this up. "I want to be completely used and dominated by a woman," he said quickly before he could slap his hands across his mouth. His eyes grew wide in shock and horror at what he had just said and his mouth went dry.

"Easily managed," Jennifer said. In a flash she slapped Tom hard enough to knock him back farther onto the couch.

"Ow! What was that for?" he whined as a perfect, red handprint slowly started blossoming across his face.

"Silence, worm," Jennifer growled angrily as she got to her feet. She lifted her legs up and shoved her heel against Tom’s chest forcing him to lay flat on the couch. "You’ll speak only when spoken to," she said through gritted teeth as she ripped her blouse open to reveal her large, wildly jiggling breasts.

Tom was nearly blinded as Dr. Hewitt’s buttons hit his face but he would rather lose an eye than miss a moment of his doctor’s large, swaying breasts. "Sorry, ma’am," he mumbled pitifully.

"What did I say about talking!" Jennifer snapped as she yanked her blouse off and threw it to the side, "I have no interest in you using your tongue for talking." She removed her foot from his chest as she undid the snaps of her tight skirt, letting the flimsy garment flutter to the floor as she let Tom peer at her mostly naked body. She wore only her high heeled shoes, her black stockings and her matching garter belt. "Now, present tongue," she demanded.

Tom have no idea as to why he saluted his doctor before sliding his tongue out of his mouth but he did it anyway as he scooted deeper into the couch cushions. His hands slid down to his pants to take them off and relieve some of the pressure his erection was giving him but Dr. Hewitt smacked his hands away.

"That’s mine and nobody touches what’s mine. Got it!?" Jennifer scolded as she wagged her finger at Tom. He nodded submissively and she gave him a curt nod back before climbing up into the couch and straddling his head. Using her fingers she opened her pink, shaven labia and glared down the length of her naked body at her patient. "Lick," she ordered.

"Yes, ma’am," Tom said before being slapped painfully again.

"Stop talking!" Jennifer growled before smothering Tom with her spread pussy. She gripped his hair and held him firmly between her thighs as she began humping his face. She shuddered slightly as his tongue delved deep into her pussy, her juices flowing freely into his lapping mouth. She tightened her hold on his hair, using him like a pony that needed to be broken, riding hard and rough, moaning passionately the whole while.

As his therapist rode his face, Tom lapped at her juices as fast as he could as his face was smothered by her hot, horny groin. He held her thighs firmly, bracing himself as she tugged on his hair and he began gasping for breath as she rolled her hips up against him. He began panting for breath, his teeth clacking together with the force of Dr. Hewitt’s thrusts as she moaned out above him. Never in his life had he ever dreamed about cheating on his wife but for some strange reason, the longer that Jennifer rode his face the more comfortable he was to do it.

As her juices bubble up from inside her, Jennifer panted and moaned louder and louder, enjoying the power that her body gave her since she had first hit puberty. She had found that most everybody she met had an almost hypnotic desire to see her breasts and had started studying hypnotism young in her life, using her charms to accrue most anything she wanted whenever she felt like it. And then she had discovered S.L.U.T. and they knew how best to use her assets and eventually discovered the process to give Katy Perry her powers. And now she was the key figure in Christina’s newest plan.

On the verge of orgasm, Jennifer practically leapt off of her patient’s face. "You are pathetic!" she growled.

"I’m sorry, ma’am," Tom said meekly.

Jennifer slapped him hard and glared down at him. "What did I tell you about talking," she hissed, "I’m trying to forget the fact that you are here. But since you obviously don’t know how to use your tongue I have no choice but to fuck you in order to get off. Strip!"

Tom tried to contain his boyish enthusiasm as he stripped off all his clothes and sat back down, his erection bobbing and pointing up at the ceiling, his eyes locked onto Jennifer’s firm breasts.

Jennifer appraised her patient’s prick before shrugging her shoulders. "It’ll do," she said before straddling his lap. It wasn’t just her body and tits she used to exert control over people, it was her voice as well. Modulating the tone of her voice along with what she said she could pretty much claim the will of anybody as her own. Straddling Tom’s lap she grasped the base of his cock and squeezed him painfully. "And don’t fuck this up," she ordered, "This is your last chance." She shrugged her shoulders to send her breasts swaying as she lowered herself down, her tight pussy parting around her victim’s hard prick.

As his therapist took his cock, Tom groaned out in pleasure as he stared at her nearly naked body, her garters and stockings highlighting her nudity. His hands immediately ran to her round, firm ass, squeezing her silky smooth flesh as she moaned and he bottomed out inside of her. His hands slid up her warm, soft body to her chest and her magnificent tits. His hands trembled as his fingers spread around her large, firm breasts, failing to encircle them completely because of their size. He squeezed them tentatively, her flesh oozing out from between his fingers as she began rolling her hips and fucking him.

As she fucked her client and moaned at just the right frequency, Jennifer let him get a good feel in of her tits, her tight cunt gripping his pole as it slid wetly up and down his shaft. She placed her hands on his shoulder as she rode him before sliding her hands down his arms as he squeezed and kneaded her tits. When she reached his wrists her wrapped her fingers around them and squeezed her lower muscles making her cunt grip and ripple around his cock. And then suddenly she yanked his hands away.

"What!" Tom asked in a panic before mewling pathetically as Jennifer held his hands away from her amazing body.

"That’s enough of that," Jennifer said with a evil grin and a wicked smirk on her lips. She held him down on the couch, refusing to budge an inch as his cock throbbed inside of her.

"Please?" Tom asked pitifully.

Jennifer peered evilly down at her patient. "You know what I want to hear, worm," she growled as she moved her hips just enough to make Tom shudder.

Tom could feel his will slipping away as the desire to touch Jennifer’s large tits overcame him. "I… I… I can’t," he stuttered.

"You will do as I say," Jennifer said. She shook her shoulders sending a wave through her chest as Tom whined pitifully below her.

By now, Tom only had eyes for his doctor’s swaying chest. "H… Ha… Hail S.L.U.T."

Jennifer laughed evilly as she released Tom’s wrist and his hands flew to her chest.

-4:30 PM. The bedroom of The President’s son, Thad.

Thad stared lustfully and unabashedly at Scarlett’s chest, his erection tenting the front of his pants as he sat on the edge of his bed.

"Thad, you haven’t heard a word I’ve said," Secret Service agent Scarlett Johansson said angrily.

"You can’t possibly know that," Thad answered, his eyes locked onto Agent Johansson’s thick thighs. She sat across from him in a high back, over-stuffed chair dressed in the black suit and skirt of her job as his personal Secret Service agent. Her legs were crossed and her skirt stretched tight of her firm thighs. He licked his lips hungrily.

"Then what did I just say?" Scarlett asked sternly.

"That’s a unfair question," Thad responded as his eyes crawled up to her impressive chest.

Scarlett huffed and threw her hands up in frustration. "I said we have to keep our relationship professional and that means you have to stop blackmailing me for sexual favors," she said.

Thad’s eyes looked up into Scarlett’s blue eyes. "I think ‘blackmail’ is kind of a harsh word," he said defensively.

"And what would you call it?"

Thad shrugged his shoulders. "Youthful flirting?"

Once again Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration before her phone went off. It was her direct link to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. so that meant if was an emergency. "I have to take this, Thad, but don’t you think that this conversation is over," she said as she stood up and moved to the side of the room. Thad may have known about her status as a secret agent for B.R.E.A.S.T.S. but B.R.E.A.S.T.S. didn’t know that Thad knew. "This is Agent Red," she said, using her code name.

"This is Director Carter," the leader of B.R.E.A.S.T.S. said, "Are you alone?"

Scarlett looked over at Thad who just shrugged at her with a knowing smirk on his lips. He knew that the polite thing to do was leave so she could receive her orders in private but instead he just sat and grinned at her.

"Yes, I’m alone," Scarlett said as she glared at Thad and leaned against his dresser, turned away from the smart-ass, teenage boy.

With Agent Johansson turned away from him, Thad stood up as quietly as possible. He could hear a tinny voice coming from the secret agent’s phone, drawing her attention away from him. He snuck up behind her as quietly as possible until he was standing right behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Scarlett jumped in momentary shock when she felt Thad slid his hands across her shoulders and repressed a quick squeak of alarm.

"What was that, Agent Red?" the Director asked.

"No… nothing," Scarlett stuttered, "Just saw an annoying mouse." She looked over her shoulder at the president’s son and glared angrily at him as his hands slid down the front of her shoulders to the top of her impressive chest. She tried to shoo him away as his hands slid down to her firm breasts and squeezed them tightly, almost possessively. "You can go ahead," she told the director.

As Agent Johansson started listening to her director again, Thad stepped up closer to the sexy agent, rubbing himself against her body. He continued fondling her heaven-sent breasts as he ground himself against her thick ass, drawing his erection across her cheeks through his pants and her skirt. He placed his shaft between her firm cheeks, dry-humping her through their clothes as he began nuzzling against her neck through her shoulder length, blonde hair.

Scarlett’s eyes fluttered in unwanted pleasure as Thad ground himself against her, a small groan escaping from her lips.

"What was that?" the director asked again.

"Jus… just that… that annoying mouse again," Scarlett said trying to repress another groan of unwanted lust. Thad may have been just a teenage boy but he seemed to certainly knew how to use his body in the best ways possible.

"You might want to see about getting an exterminator for the White House," Director Carter said.

"I’ll… I’ll do that," Scarlett groaned as Thad’s hands slid down her now panting body. The President’s son’s hands made their way down to her plain, black skirt and began pulling it up her thighs, exposing her stockings. He slipped his fingers between her legs and moved them up the insides of her quivering thighs. He used his fingertips to trace the leg openings of her functional panties, teasing her and causing her body to warm. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was moistening as he continued to molest her body.

Thad groaned as he ground himself against Agent Johansson’s body and she angrily shushed him as she tried to listen to her phone. He had a firm hold on her body, one hand circling where he knew her clit was beneath her panties while his other hand slid back up to her amazing chest. He unbuttoned two of the middle buttons of her plain blouse and slipped his hand inside and scooped one of her large tits out of her bra. He squeezed her warm, silky breast and teased her nipple as the middle finger of his other hand continued circling her clit. He smiled spread wider as she groaned again and began grinding her hot pussy against his hand and her thick ass against his throbbing cock.

With a loud grunt, Thad came in his pants, collapsing against Scarlett as she tried to listen to her phone. She found herself sandwiched between the President’s son and his desk, his body pressed tightly against her. "I’m sorry, Director Carter. Can you repeat that?" she asked.

"I said I need you to come to HQ as soon as possible," Director Carter said.

Scarlett elbowed Thad in the ribs trying to get him to move off of her. "Yes, ma’am," she said obediently before switching off her phone. She shoved her official phone back into her pocket and shoved the sated teenage boy off of her. "I can’t believe you’d take advantage of me like that," she said angrily.

"I thought we’d agreed to call it ‘teenage flirting’," Thad said with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Again, Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration and also in confusion. Frustration that Thad refused to take their relationship seriously and confused over the fact that she wasn’t upset that he had used her to orgasm but rather that they didn’t get to finish together. "You owe me, mister," she said sternly.

"Yes, ma’am," Thad said with a mock salute.

-5:26 PM, The Headquarters of B.R.E.A.S.T.S., The main hallway leading to the administration offices

Scarlett ran her fingers through her blonde hair using the nanotechnology to return it to it’s natural red color. Her footsteps echoed down the hall as she made her way to Director Carter’s office. Suddenly a door opened beside her and she immediately assumed a fighter’s stance, ready to be attacked. She slowly relaxed her stance as the two women on the floor who had fallen out looked up at her and Kat Dennings grinned.

"Hiya, Red," Kat said as she began trying to pull herself out of the other woman’s tangled embrace. "Say hi to Agent Red, Alex," she said to the other woman as they both quickly climbed to their feet.

"A pleasure to see you again, Agent Red," Junior Agent Alexandra Daddario said nervously.

Cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at the two women, Scarlet crossed her arms under her impressive chest as she watched them try to get redressed. Kat’s plain, white blouse was completely open, her bra barely containing her large, wobbling breasts. Alexandra’s blouse was still buttoned but horribly wrinkled, her functional skirt pulled up to expose her stockings and black panties. Kat’s skirt appeared to have started out having a somewhat conservative slit up the side but was now ripped all the way to the top exposing the elastic of her stockings. Both womens’ make-up was smeared and their hair mussed.

"Headed to the Director’s office?" Kat asked cheerfully.

"Yes, I received at phone call earlier," Scarlett said simply, trying to keep a knowing smirk off of her face, "Do you know what it’s about?"

"Nope, I’ve been busy," Kat said simply, making Alex blush.

"So I see," Scarlett said simply.

"I’ll walk with you," the over developed executive assistant said before waving good-by at Alex, "And I’ll see you later, kitten." She growled playfully at Alex as she joined Agent Red and began walking down the hall.

"I see you and Junior Agent Daddario are getting along better," Scarlett said, finally allowing the smirk to spread across her lips.

"Oh yeah. She’s a peach," Kat said with a skip in her step, her large breasts straining against her starched blouse.

Scarlett kept an eye on Kat as they walked down the hall and was mildly surprised as Kat hummed cheerfully to herself. Usually the brunette woman insisted on walking behind her to stare at her ass or constantly hit on her or constantly stared lewdly at her or constantly followed her into the restroom, or the gym, or the tech division, or her apartment. But now the Director’s assistant seemed oddly content which made Agent Red slightly suspicious.

When the two agents reached the director’s office, Kat sat happily down at her desk and buzzed the intercom. "Agent Red is here to see you, ma’am," she said.

When Director Carter answered back, Scarlett could hear the door click open. She waited for some kind of sexual comment from Kat but when the assistant continued merrily shuffling her papers without paying any attention to her she shrugged her shoulders. She opened the door and entered the office making a mental note to check back in on Kat sometime later.

"Come in, Agent," Director Carter said, motioning to her best agent. "You’re probably wondering why I called you here today," she said briskly.

"I’m here to serve, ma’am," Scarlett said earnestly.

Director Carter closed her file and placed her pen down, steapling her fingers and giving Agent Red her full attention, she was an easily beautiful woman with crystal blue eyes and long, silky, wavy dark hair. "We’re having a problem in the Mid-West," she said in crisp, business-like tones, "Specifically Texas. Even more specifically, Dallas, Texas."

"Hmmmm, what could it be?" Scarlett asked.

"A cult," the director said.

"I thought they were called ‘militias’ now?"

"That’s a whole other problem," the director said, "This appears to be a ‘cult’ cult. Maniacal leader, easily duped followers…"

"Still sounds like a militia."

"…rumblings about ‘Revolution’, refusing to acknowledge any form of government…"

"That’s basically a Texas militia."

"…tax evasion, weapon hording…"

"Texas in a nutshell."

Director Carter shrugged her shoulders in agreement. "Still, I’d like you to investigate. For some reason I have a hunch it could be something more," she said.

"Is it S.L.U.T.? Have you heard anything from Lindsay?" Scarlett asked.

"All is quiet on that front," Director Carter said in relief.

"Don’t worry, Director, I’ll peek in and see what the what is," Scarlett said earnestly, "Will I be getting any back-up?"

"You’ll be meeting our Mid-West agent when you land in Dallas," the director told her, "So go ahead and visit the costume department and they’ll fix you up with a undercover outfit so you’ll fit right in with the locals."

"Yes, ma’am," Scarlett said with a salute.

-A few hours later, Dallas Mid-West airport, Terminal C, Gate 31, 52 feet from the Burger King, 2 yards from the luggage carousel, across the hall from the mens restroom

Scarlett stumbled a bit as she exited the walkway from her plane. Her cowboy boots had 6 inch heels that stretched her legs and pushed her ass out. She wore a cut-off pair of denim daisy-duke shorts that left the bottom half of her ass exposed and rode low on her hips. Her top was a sleeveless, flannel shirt tied in a knot under her chest exposing her flat stomach and buttoned barely half-way up. A red push-up bra lifted her large breasts up like a shelf of creamy flesh that jiggled enticingly with every step. Her red hair was up in a low pony tail and she wore a ragged cowboy hat on top of her head.

The top agent of B.R.E.A.S.T.S. looked around for her partner with her arms crossed under her impressive chest, tapping her foot impatiently. She didn’t have to wait long when a blonde young woman approached her.

"Boy, sure is hot today," the young woman said, speaking her half of the catch phrase.

"It’s all Obama’s and those damn liberals fault," Scarlett said, answering the catch phrase.

"Pleased to meet you, Agent Red," the blonde said as she held her hand out cheerfully, "I’m Agent Kaley Cuoco."

"Pleased to meet you too," Scarlett said as she shook the agents hand and looked her over. The blonde agent was wearing low heeled cowboy boots as well as a pair of shorts nearly as short as her own. She wore a Cowboys football jersey and her wavy blonde hair was tucked under a red truckers hat. The agent popped back on her heels for a second, a small jiggle going through her body proving she was completely bra-less. Scarlett released her grip and asked for a sit-rep.

"Boy-howdy, that could take a minute," Kaley said, still strangely cheerful, "Let’s walk to my truck."

Scarlett listened eagerly as Kaley divulged the information she had carefully collected. A psychologist had bought a large plot of desert land that had been completely barren. As the psychologist had gotten more popular she had eventually had a large building built, moving her practice there and out of the city. Eventually her clients had taken over the building duties themselves, giving all their money to the psychologist, selling everything they owned and living in the compound. All within a few months.

"That’s astonishing," Scarlett said as they stepped outside. With the Texas heat both women quickly began to sweat, their flesh gleaming in the light of the sun.

"Tell me about it," Kaley said as she led Agent Red to the parking lot, "I was out there two weeks ago and the compound was twice the size of your average strip-mall."

The two woman walked in silence the rest of the way to Kaley’s vehicle as Scarlett waited patiently for the other agent to offer more information. When Kaley continued walking in silence, Agent Red took another look at her and decided that, well, beside her obvious physical appeal that she was really rather not outstanding in the least. She hadn’t offered any information on the security of the compound or details on the psychologist or any tactical data on how to breach the buildings. "I take it you’re pretty new," she added just as they reach Kaley truck.

"Pretty new," Kaley said with a noncommittal shrug as she opened the door of her truck. It was a old 4×4 pick-up, dingy white with dingy red accents and looked nearly as inoffensive as Kaley.

"Oh well, I’ll just have to see what’s going on when I get there," Scarlett decided as she got into the truck. Kaley started the old, rumbling engine and the air conditioner kicked on, the cool air evaporating on their skin causing both women to nearly shiver with goosebumps and drawing their nipples up hard. Scarlett had her suspicions answered that the other agent wasn’t wearing a bra by the twin points on the blonde’s chest. The more she studied Kaley’s body the more she found to stare at. While in the airport she hadn’t really paid attention to the blonde agent’s chest but now she found it pretty impressive. "Must be the air conditioning," she told herself as they pulled out of the parking area.

As they drove to the compound Scarlett found herself staring more and more at Agent Cuoco’s body. Her thighs were thick and tan, her legs long, and her shorts wrapped snuggling and enticingly around her. "So, uh… The compound," she stammered as she tried to pry her eyes away from the insides of Kaley’s golden thighs, "Have you been in it?"

"Not yet," Kaley said, completely oblivious to the stares she was getting from the other agent, "I’ve made contact with one of the security guards ‘tho."

Scarlett licked her lips as she watched Kaley’s unencumbered breasts jiggle with every sharp jolt of the old pick-up truck. "And, uh… I mean… have you turned him?" she asked nervously. And oddly possessively. The thought of Kaley having to seduce some strange man made her strangely jealous and even a little angry.

"Not yet," Kaley admitted and then giggled, "Although I have to admit he’s a old perv."

"I’m sorry you had to go through that," Scarlett said with all sincerity.

Kaley just shrugged. "All part of the job," she said before turning off of the road, "And we’re here."

Both women got out of the truck and crawled into the ditch. It was a old dirt road with gravel, dusty and dry and they each laid down on their stomachs behind the truck. Scarlett took her cowboy hat off and pulled a small pair of binoculars out as Kaley took her cap off and pulled out a small listening device. "Twice the size of an average strip-mall?" she said suspiciously.

"Oh wow," Kaley gasped, "It’s more than doubled in size in the space of a week!"

Scarlett handed Kaley the binoculars while Kaley handed her the listening device. "And based on what I’m hearing there must be over a hundred people inside," she added.

"And that security guard I told you about is on duty," Kaley added herself.

Looking around at the security fence with razor wire looped around the top, Agent Red could only see one point of entry, the front door. "We have to get inside and find this psychologist!" she said in alarm at the surprising size of the compound, "This so-called cult is growing to quickly."

"I agree," Kaley said as they once again traded equipment, "And we’ll have to go through Frank the security guard to do it."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Scarlett asked as she put her arm around Kaley’s shoulders protectively.

"Sure," Kaley said offhandedly as she stood up and dusted herself off, "People just respond to me."

Scarlett helped dust Kaley off, her hands wandering over the blonde agent’s luscious body. "You poor, dear, brave child," she told the other agent, her hands clearing the dust from Kaley’s impressive chest.

"How ’bout a kiss for luck?" Scarlett asked hopefully.

"That’s okay," Kaley responded, not recognizing the strangeness of the request, "I haven’t bought my own drinks since I was fourteen, this’ll be easy."

"If you’re sure," Scarlett asked in all seriousness.

"Sure thing," Kaley said cheerfully and climbed into the trunk as Agent Red got in the other side. They drove up to the gate and it immediately opened for them allowing the two agents to drive right up to the main building. Kaley got out and greeted the security guard warmly, giving him a hug and pressing her chest against his.

Scarlett glared hatefully at the guard as he hugged Kaley just a bit to long before letting the poor girl go. Frank had to be at least 60. And ugly. He had a large gut and if he took his hat off he’d probably be bald too. And she couldn’t see any hair sticking out of the disgusting old man’s ears but she knew it was there and he probably had to shave them. He had a stupid mustache and his uniform was stupid too.

"This is my friend, Red," Kaley said as she introduced Scarlett to Frank.

Posing, Scarlett let Frank stare her up and down. She cocked her hips enticingly, her hands clasped behind her back to thrust her chest out as she gave him her best, coy smile. "Pleased to meet ‘cha," she said using her best Texas accent. At the B.R.E.A.S.T.S. Academy she had earned top marks for her oral technique and had even earned the Best Use of Tongue award in her senior year.

Frank continued looking the red-haired woman up and down slowly, his hand resting on Kaley’s exposed hip, her warm, tan thigh pressed against him. "Pleased to meet you, darlin’," he said as he used his other hand to shake the red head’s hand "What brings you little pieces of heaven out here on such a hot day?" he asked both the women.

"My friend wanted to visit the compound," Kaley said innocently as she ran her finger up and down the tie of Frank’s uniform. The uniform was a slate gray color with a matching hat and was stretched around his gut a little, the buttons barely holding the shirt closed. "She’s from up north so she ain’t ever seen a compound before," she added with a giggle.

"Is that right?" Frank asked, still holding onto Scarlett’s hand while his other hand lightly caressed Kaley’s hip, "You’re a Yankee."

Scarlett blushed and fluttered her eyelashes coyly. "Yankee by birth, Southerner by heart," she said with her own giggle.

Kaley pressed herself against Frank, her chest rubbing against his arm as her hand stroked his chest. "She’s my cousin come down here visiting so I thought I could show her where you work," she said breathlessly into the old security guard’s ear.

"Well, I don’t know about that," Frank said. He could feel his pulse picking up and his face blushing as the blonde pressed herself against him and the red-haired agent stepped up next to him. The red-head took his other hand in her own and pressed herself against him, her chest rubbing against his side. "I mean… I… I wouldn’t be, ah… be much of a security guard if I just… just… y’know, let anyone in," he stammered.

"But it’s so impressive," Scarlett told the guard.

"And so big," Kaley added. Her hand wandered down from his chest, past his belt, and grabbed the growing bulge in his pants. Agent Red immediately picked up on what she was doing and kissed the old man, her hand joining Kaley’s as they massaged the aging security guard to full hardness. She started getting down on her knees and out of the corner of her eye she noticed Agent Red doing the same.

"What are you doing?" Kaley whispered to Agent Red as they both massaged Frank’s bulge through his pants.

"There’s no reason you should have to put yourself through this," Scarlett whispered back as she pulled down the zipper of the old man’s pants.

"He’s my mark," Kaley whispered possessively as she reached into Frank’s slacks and pulled out his hard prick, "I’ll handle it. You need to reconnoiter."

"At the rate this compound is growing reconnaissance is pointless," Scarlett whispered back before she began licking the older man’s wrinkly balls.

"All the more reason you should be the one infiltrating," Kaley bark-whispered before licking Frank’s throbbing cock-head, "You’re senior agent after all."

With one of the guard’s testicles in her mouth, Scarlett thought over what Kaley had said before she sucked half of Frank’s cock into her mouth. The blonde agent bobbed back and forth, her lips stretched around the security guard’s girth, her saliva leaving his shaft gleaming in the Texas sun. "Dammit, she’s right," she decided. Frank closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure and Agent Red used her cat-like ninja skills to quickly release his scrotum from between her lips and scurry behind him. Jumping to her feet she clicked the cameras off from Frank’s console just inside the door and sneaked inside the compound’s main building.

With Agent Red gone, Kaley gripped the base of Frank’s cock with one hand and massaged his dangling balls with her other. The old man groaned in pleasure as she sucked on his prick, massaging his shaft with her moist, pink tongue as her head bobbed back and forth. His fingers wound themselves through her silky blond hair around her cap as he began fucking her mouth, his bulbous cock-head hitting the back of her mouth with every small thrust. She had prepared herself mentally for the time she would have to do this to reach her objective but she had to admit to herself that the old man had a pretty nice cock. She made a mental note to herself to look Frank up after they had taken care of the psychologist. If he didn’t wind up in jail that was.

"That poor, brave girl," Scarlett thought to herself as she quickly reached into her cowboy hat and pulled out her B.R.E.A.S.T.S. issued lock-pick. The amazing agent made short work of the door and entered silently, closing and locking it behind her. The hallway was well lit and it was kind of off-putting how normal it looked. Fake wood paneling, recessed lighting, not quite tacky linoleum, and even wood chairs every few yards. It looked like the hallway of any business office in the country. Except it was completely empty. She ducked down low, prepared for security or personnel to come from any of the doors lining the walls but no one presented themselves. She was all alone.

Scarlett darted down the hall to the first of the wooden chairs and tried to hide behind it as she surveyed the hall. It was completely empty. Somersaulting to the next closet’s chair she ducked behind it and made another survey. The hall continued to be empty. Pin wheeling to the next chair, Agent Red once again made a survey of the hall that continued to be empty. Doing a half-tuck spin-away roll she ducked behind the next chair. The hall was still suspiciously empty. Using her graceful agility she jumped up onto the wall behind her, kicking off the wall and doing a spinning tuck in mid-air as she spun, landing on her shoulder and rolling with the momentum, stretching one leg out to catch herself, her palms landing flat behind the next chair. The hallway remained empty.

Topless on her knees, Kaley let Frank fuck her talented mouth. Small streams of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth as his thick cock plunged in and out between her lips. Still wearing her cap, shorts, and boots, she stayed still and let the old man have fun with her, after all, when was the last time a man that old and out of shape had a girl as young and fresh as her. He complimented her with every thrust of his cock and every bob of her head telling her how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to had met her. It was really kind of sweet. She had her hands braced against his thighs as he fucked her mouth and throat, her unencumbered breast wobbling with every jolt, her own saliva dripping onto her golden chest and shining in the sun light.

Kaley’s nipples were hard with excitement, sizzling with need as she let Frank use her mouth. She found herself thrusting her chest forward, rubbing her sensitive tits against his thighs as his hips rocked back and forth. Granted, she hadn’t been a secret agent very long but she was enjoying the Hell out of it right now.

Landing on her feet, Scarlett finished the last of her gymnastic routine to get down the hall and ducked behind the last chair. The hallway split off like a T and she looked around the corner the best that she could. Her incredible eye sight quickly found what she had been looking for, a door, at the end of the left-hand hall, that had the words "Jennifer Love Hewitt" written across the frosted glass with "Therapist" written below it. "Jackpot," the sexy secret agent whispered to herself. With no more chairs to hide behind, she slowly crept down the hall, cursing the six inch heels the costume department had given her as the sounds of her footsteps echoed down the hall.

With the speed the compound was spreading there could be as many as two hundred converts by the end of the week which left Scarlett very little time to investigate. Her only choice was to quickly find and take down the psychologist to interrogate her, perhaps even take her back to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. headquarters. She would have preferred more time to investigate but public safety was at risk. Once again pulling out her lock-pick kit she prepared to jimmy the lock just as a voice called out from the other side of the door. "One moment please," the voice said, startling Scarlett.

"Fuuuuck yeah," Frank gasped in pleasure as Kaley cupped her large, firm, golden breasts around his shaft as he fucked her tits. The blonde bombshell had her head bent down, sucking on the tip of his prick as his cock pistoned up and down between her firm, warm, silky breasts. Her moist, pink tongue swirled around his tip as her hands kept her tits pressed tightly against his shaft. She was moaning nearly as loud as he was and he could look down over his gut to see her playing with her nipples as he fucked her golden orbs. "What the Hell did I ever do to deserve this?" he wondered as Kaley looked up at him with her crystal blue eyes and smiled around the tip of his cock between her lips.

Scarlett stood dumbfounded. She’d been found out and no doubt guards were on their way to capture her. Suddenly the office door opened and she assumed her fighter’s stance, ready for anything. Anything except for what happened. There were no guards, merely one woman. The professionally dressed woman was wearing sensible pumps and flesh colored stockings. She wore a plain brown, knee length skirt that, while not provocative, were stretched tight around her wide hips. She wore a matching blazer over a crisp starched white blouse. Her dark-brown hair was up in a loose bun and she wore a plain pair of black reading glasses. She had a dramatic hour glass figure and the blazer failed to hide the impressive bust beneath her clothes. Scarlett felt strangely under-dressed.

"Thank you for waiting," the psychologist said with a warm smile, "I’m Doctor Hewitt. Won’t you come in?"

Scarlett eyed the room suspiciously. Dr. Hewitt held her arm out presenting the room to her and just stood waiting patiently. Not being able to see any immediate dangers she walked past the psychologist into the oddly non-assuming office. She heard the doctor close the door but didn’t hear a lock catch indicating she could leave at any time. The mid-sized office held a couch with a matching chair, a desk with various papers and folders spread about and a filing cabinet. There were hung diplomas all bearing Dr. Hewitt’s name as well as a few water color paintings. It was a very middle of the road yet functional looking office.

"Please, have a seat," Jennifer said warmly as she motioned to the couch. She made her way back behind her desk and sat down, waiting patiently for Agent Red to do the same.

"I, ah… I, ah…" Scarlett stammered. She looked around the room skeptically but didn’t see anything suspicious. She sat down on the couch and looked at the therapist as the busty brunette finished the last of her paperwork and closed the files. "You, ah… you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here," she said to Dr. Hewitt.

"You’re a secret agent with B.R.E.A.S.T.S. come to see if my compound is a danger to world security," Jennifer said as she looked back at the sexy secret agent. She steepled her fingers underneath her chin and looked every inch the professional.

"That’s, ah… that’s right," Scarlett responded in confusion.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Frank gasped as Kaley took off her short shorts leaving her completely naked except for her hat and boots. He took a moment to appraise her wonderful body, her full breasts, flat stomach, wide hips, small waist, thick thighs, and firm ass, all covered in golden, sun tanned flesh. She pressed her naked body against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, rubbing herself against him as he groaned into her mouth, his throbbing dick pressed against her abdomen.

Kaley broke the kiss with the old security guard and turned around, bracing her arms against the wall and thrusting her tan ass out. He ran his hands reverently over her silky smooth flesh causing her to shiver and giggle at the look of astonishment on his face. He scooted up behind her, his pants wrapped around his ankles as he pressed his throbbing cock-head against the slick entrance to her pink pussy. She just couldn’t get over the cute look of wonderment on his face as he began sliding his prick into the velvet grip of her cunt, it was adorable. He just looked so thankful to have the chance to fuck her. He groaned out in need behind her as he slowly parted the tight walls of her pussy and filled her nearly naked body, sweat rolling off of his flushed face. She groaned out herself at the feel of his hard tool bottoming out inside of her, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he ground himself against her taunt rear-end.

Ripped fuck-boi’s and frat dudes may have been fun for a free drink or three at a bar but nobody tried harder than and over-weight old guy Kaley decided as her slick juices trailed down the insides of her thighs. She cooed as the older man’s hands slid from her hips to cup her dangling breasts as he started fucking her, his thick prick pushing roughly in and out of her. She began rocking herself back against the security guard, meeting his insistent thrusts as he fucked her hard and deep.

Jennifer smiled warmly at Agent Red as she nonchalantly undid the first of the three buttons on her blazer. "I would imagine you’re not here alone," she said as she undid the second button.

"No, no I’m not," Scarlet said as she watched the doctor undo the last of the buttons on her blazer, "I’m here with a junior agent." Dr. Hewitt slowly slid the blazer off of her shoulders, her chest out-thrust and her large breasts straining against the starched material of her blouse. "What do you hope to accomplish here?" she asked as one of the therapist’s hands slowly slid up the front of her blouse to her first button.

"I think we’d both be happier if I was the one asking the questions, don’t you," Jennifer said as she undid her top button.

Scarlett’s eyes slowly went wide as she watched the doctor slowly undo her top. If the therapist wanted to ask all the questions then she’d let her as long as she was undoing her clothes while she was doing it.

"I love my job," Kaley grunted as she thrust herself back against Frank. She could hear him panting and groaning behind her, his hands limp as they slid over her body. She had no doubt that she could easily subdue him now whether he was actually involved with the cult or just a hired security guard but her body was on fire with desire. As she viciously fucked the old guy she decided that the famous Agent Red could easily handle one cult leader without her, after all, she was supposed to have turned the guard already so she might as well do it now.

Kaley pushed herself back from the wall and felt Frank lean against her, his gut rising and falling with each struggling breath. She turned around to face him, his still hard prick sliding out of her overly excited body as she gently cupped his face. "Why don’t you have a seat," she said as she helped him sit on the ground.

"Thanks, I just… just need… needed a second to… to rest," Frank panted.

"Oh, we’re not stopping," Kaley grinned as she leaned Frank’s back against the wall and straddled his twitching thighs, "I just wanted to get on top."

"I’m gonna die," Frank gasped.

"And what a way to go," Kaley giggled as she gripped Frank by the base of his prick and lowered herself down.

Jennifer unfastened her top to the middle of her impressive chest, her firm cleavage completely exposed over the top of her lacy, black bra. "If I wanted to enter B.R.E.A.S.T.S. Headquarters, what’s the code for the doors?" she asked as she pulled out a pen and a piece of paper.

As the doctor continued unbuttoning her top, Scarlett thought over her answer. "Would you be entering as a guest or as a authorized visitor?" she asked as Dr. Hewitt undid the last of her buttons down to the top of her skirt.

"Which one would get me to the Director’s office?" Jennifer asked as she pulled her blouse out of her skirt.

Scarlett hungrily licked her lips as she watched Dr. Hewitt remove her top. The doctor’s cleavage jiggled enticingly with every movement as she slowly undressed. "Actually you can’t reach the director’s office from there. The actual entrance is through Food Delivery. You can only reach the director through her rear entrance," she offered helpfully.

"Thank you," Dr. Hewitt said as she stood up behind her desk, "Why don’t you go ahead and get naked."

"That’s a very good idea," Scarlett agreed as the psychologist worked her skirt down over her broad hips. She saw that the doctor was wearing stockings and garters matching her panties and bra. The secret agent untied the knot holding her shirt together, her large bra encased breasts spring forth as the doctor unclasped her stockings.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Kaley panted happily as she rode Frank’s prick. Her large, tan breasts jiggled wildly on her chest as she thrust herself up and down, her thick, firm ass rippling with every wet slap. The older man’s hands laid limply at his sides, his head rolling back and forth with every impact of her sun kissed, naked body.

"Pl… pl… please," Frank grunted helplessly, "I.. I need… to… to rest." The stunning blonde was riding his prick relentlessly as he sat limply, his entire body feeling oddly boneless. Boneless and limp except for his cock. Kaley seemed to have taken possession of his prick and it refused to listen to him, to respond to him at all. All he wanted was five minutes, five minutes to rest before he had a heart attack but the eager girl had hijacked himself from himself. He was helpless before her wildly thrusting body.

Kaley grabbed Frank’s limp wrists and pulled his hands up, holding them to her chest, her hard nipples scrapping against his palms. She cooed out as his fingers instinctively squeezed her form orbs, her gleaming body never stopping as she rode him harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm rising inside of her, her firm thighs twitching as her graceful back arched and she squealed in joy.

Now wearing only her stockings and pumps, Jennifer stepped out from around her desk. She leaned against it with her hip, her arms crossed below her large, firm breasts, her hair still up in it’s loose bun and her glasses resting on the tip of her nose as she waited for Agent Red to finish undressing. Topless, the buxom secret agent still had her cowboy hat on and was currently pulling her short shorts down her legs as she stood in front of the couch. "Why don’t you leave the boots on," Jennifer offered, cupping her own breasts in her hands and squeezing the playfully.

Scarlett keened at the sight of Dr. Hewitt jiggling her tits up and down and thumbing her hard nipples. "That is the best idea I’ve heard all day," she admitted as she kicked her shorts and panties off. She posed, offering her nearly naked body to the doctor, desperately wanting the psychologist to find her desirable enough to let her continuing seeing her large, wonderful breasts. Despite the large size of the doctor’s breasts they were still nearly a perfect tear-drop shape, the nipples high on her breasts, demanding to be seen. The red-haired secret agent stood with her hips cocked, her breasts out-thrust, her hands sliding up and down her sides as she waited to see if the doctor found her desirable enough.

Jennifer smirked at the expectant look on the agent’s beautiful face. She lightly ran her fingertips over the tops of her breasts as she thrust her chest out, mirroring the other woman’s pose. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked knowingly. She smirked as Agent Red eagerly nodded her head. "Most people do. I found that out at an early age," she chuckled as she slowly sauntered closer to the red-haired agent, "As soon as I hit puberty people would literally fall over themselves to make me happy as long as I showed a little cleavage." She stood a hair’s breath from Agent Red, their hard nipples nearly touching, the agent heaving in desire. She reached forward, lightly caressing the agent’s arms as she continued to talk, "I even helped Katy Perry to learn how to use her talents to ensnare the minds of others."

As the doctor gripped her wrists, Scarlett let Jennifer raise her arms up and place her hands on her breasts. She gingerly squeezed the psychologist’s large, firm breasts, thankful to the bottom of her heart to be allowed to do so, truly she had been blessed by Dr. Hewitt. "Thank you," she whimpered meekly.

"You’re welcome," Jennifer said magnanimously, "You know, there’s more I could do for you."

"Please," Scarlett cooed, "I’ll do anything you want."

Jennifer cackled manically. "Yes you will!" she laughed out, "There’s just one thing I want to hear. What is your deepest sexual secret, Agent Red?"

"Pl… please, no," Scarlett begged pitifully.

With an evil glint in her eye, Jennifer began pulling the confused agent’s hands away from her breasts. "For these you will tell me," she said wickedly.

Scarlett shook her head no but knew that she had no choice. "The only sexual satisfaction I feel is when I’m with Thad," she admitted.

"Very good," Jennifer said. She had no idea who this "Thad" person was but the information brought her one step closer to complete control over the famous Agent Red. She once again pressed her breasts more firmly into the agent’s hands and whispered into the confused woman’s ear, "And there’s just one more thing I need to hear."

The words came together in Scarlett’s hazy mind. "I… I can’t," she stammered.

Jennifer pushed her breasts more firmly into Agent Red’s hands. "You know what I want to hear," she said with a knowing smirk, "You can’t resist these. No one can."

"I… I… I…" Scarlett continued to stammer, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. There was nothing more important in the world than Dr. Hewitt’s god given and blessed breasts but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words that she knew the doctor wanted to hear.

Removing Agent Red’s hands she took another step closer, pressing her chest the bewildered agent’s, rubbing their bodies firmly together. She wrapped her arms around the red-haired and horny woman, holding her tightly, hip to hip, breasts to breast. She ground her pubic mound against Agent Red’s as she rubbed her breasts up and down the other woman’s, their nipples sliding over their sensitive flesh. "Just two little words," she whispered breathlessly as she began to nibble the secret agent’s neck.

"Hail… hail…" Scarlett began.

"Hail Mary full of grace, those are some magnificent titties," Kaley said as she pressed herself against the back of the doctor’s body. She slipped her hands between the psychologist’s and Agent Red’s, squeezing the large, firm orbs in her hands as she humped her sticky pussy against the doctor’s round ass. "My God," she gasped as she gave the therapist’s tits another squeeze, "I think they’re real, too!"

"Of course they’re real!" Jennifer shouted defensively as she tried to look at the secret agent who had interrupted her from over her shoulder.

"Oh, wow," Kaley said as her fingers rippled along the evil doctor’s magnificent cans, "Imagine that." She rubbed her naked body against Jennifer’s own naked body, sensuously humping up against her, rubbing her groin against the psychologist’s ass and her tits against her back as she grabbed the doctor’s arms and trapped them between their bodies.

Turning back to Agent Red, Jennifer tried to use her will against her. "Agent Red, dispose of this interloper," she ordered.

Kaley smiled as Agent Red looked up at her from around Jennifer’s shoulder. "You don’t want to hurt me, right, partner?" she asked.

Scarlet’s eyes softened as she peered at Kaley’s face. "Of course not," she said. Her hands slid around the two women, holding Kaley to Jennifer and Jennifer to her as she leaned forward over the evil doctor’s shoulder. Kaley smiled wider at her and leaned forward herself so they could kiss, their tongues lightly caressing in their mouths.

"You will obey my breasts!" Jennifer said angrily, "And my breasts demand your attention!"

"Don’t worry," Kaley assured Red, "I’m paying very good attention to her tits so why don’t you come around here and pay attention to me." She knew that she had to break the doctor’s control over Agent Red and there was a small moment of doubt when she saw the confused agent actually take a moment to consider her wishes but luckily it was only a moment. Red eagerly shook her head clear before stepping around the other two naked women and again wrapping her arms around them, sliding her hands between their writhing bodies. And then she slid to her knees.

"Oh, wow!" Kaley gasped as Agent Red squeezed her ass and parted her cheeks, "Straight for the ass. I never would have guessed." She shuddered as she felt the red-haired agent’s tongue slide wetly over her puckered asshole, teasing her momentarily. She ran her tongue in slow circles around her tight little entrance, spiraling around until the tip of her talented tongue probed lightly against her. The blond agent’s eyes fluttered as the ginger agent slowly pressed her wonderfully wiggling tongue into her thick, round, rear-end. "Oh, wow," she groaned into Jennifer’s ear, "I’m so sorry I interrupted you, you’re really missing out on something here."

"You will obey me!" Jennifer yelled defiantly at Agent Red.

Kaley tried to peer down at Red kneeling behind her to check on her and saw the red-headed agent looking back up at her. "You just keep right on doing what you’re doing, ‘kay?"

Scarlett nodded her head eagerly, the movement causing Kaley to gasp out as she turned back towards Jennifer. The red-haired agent held the blond-haired agent’s thick cheeks apart as she tongued her, rolling her tongue up into a tube and using it like a small cock to fuck her ass with.

"And as for you," Kaley said to the evil pathologist. She raised one hand up to Jennifer’s chest to cup one of her large tits, enjoying the way it fit in her hand, and gave it a experimental squeeze. Her other hand slid down between the psychologists thighs to her heated groin to give it it’s own squeeze as well. "It’d probably be easier to just knock you unconscious," she whispered into the doctor’s ear, "But I hate violence." She slid two fingers into Jennifer’s gooey cunt and felt the doctor shudder in her arms.

Jennifer couldn’t stop herself from rolling her hips up to meet Kaley’s fingers. As a medical professional she knew it was only simple biology, her attempted seduction of Agent Red leaving her all ready horny she was helpless against the other agent’s highly trained fingers. As she rocked her hips up to fuck herself against the blonde woman’s hand she found herself grinding herself back against the other woman’s heated groin as well, groaning in pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Kaley panted as she molested the evil doctor’s amazing body and Red’s amazing tongue fucked her ass. She was grinding herself against Jennifer’s ass, humping the other woman as the other secret agent wiggled her tongue inside of her tightest hole. "Tha… tha… thank God you’re… you’re… you’re on our side," she gasped back at the senior agent while she continued to molested Jennifer’s needy body. She pinched the agent of S.L.U.T.’s hard nipple between her fingertips as she slid her two fingers as deep into her cunt as she could, pressing her thumb against her hard clit.

Scarlett could hear the muffled sounds of Kaley and Jennifer panting and moaning in lust and it filled her chest with pride. She was proud to be part of the 3-way and to be helpful, it was, after all, the whole reason she had joined B.R.E.A.S.T.S. in the first place. "Mumph, mumph, mumph…" she mumbled into the Kaley’s thick ass with every thrust of her tongue.

"No, no, no…" Jennifer panted as she humped against the agent’s hand on the verge of orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes…" Kaley panted as she humped her drooling cunt against Jennifer’s rolling ass and Scarlett’s probing tongue.

"Oh Godddd…!" Dr. Hewitt cried out in passion as she came. Her traitorous pussy clamped down on the agent’s wiggling fingers as her orgasm rolled through her body. Her chest heaved as her nearly naked body shuddered in lust, her juices rolling down the insides of her twitching thighs, soaking into her stockings.

"Oh Godddd…!" Agent Kaley cried as she came. Her warm juices gushed out, spilling out against the evil doctor’s round ass as she rocked her own ass back-side against Agent Red’s deeply buried tongue.

Filled with pride at getting to pleasure Agent Cuoco, Scarlett felt her body relax and drew her tongue out. With her grip on the blonde’s ass she helped guide her to the couch to rest letting Jennifer slump to the floor. She then helped the evil doctor up to sit next to the panting body of Kaley before standing back up. "Would anybody like a glass of water?" she asked them both helpfully.

Still naked twenty minutes later, Scarlett’s mind began to clear and she helped Kaley tie up the dastardly doctor. "So what the hell was that?" she asked the blonde agent.

Kaley thought it over for a moment. "I think the doctor uses her psychology degree and people’s desire to see her breasts to get them to do whatever she wants," she said with a shrug. Frank bought Kaley her discarded clothes and she began getting dressed while the aging security guard slumped into Jennifer’s chair. He was so tired from their earlier escapades that he didn’t even bother to ask why his boss was tied up on the couch before falling asleep, snoring.

"I got that," Scarlett said as she gathered her own clothes up and began getting dressed, "I mean with you."

Shrugging her shoulders like it was no big deal, Kaley finished putting her barely there in the first place clothes back on. "Ever since I was a little girl people just want to do stuff for me," she said plainly. "So what do we do with her?" she asked nodding to the gently slumbering, slightly snoring, still naked doctor.

Scarlett stared up and down the sleeping doctor’s nude body. "Well I’m not dressing her for a while yet," she mumbled to herself, burning the image of Dr. Hewitt into her mind for later use.

"Who’s Thad?" Kaley asked offhandedly.

Scarlett jumped and screamed out with shock, "Gah! Where’d you hear that? He’s no one!"

"Okay, okay. Geez," Kaley said before turning back to Jennifer. "I think Frank has some handcuffs," she said helpfully.

"Good idea but that’s for later. What do we do with her first?" Scarlett asked.

-8:00 AM The next in the White House parking lot.

At 8:00 AM The next day after once again saving the world, Scarlett pulled into the parking lot of the White House. She checked her hair in the rear-view mirror to make sure it was still in it’s undercover blonde color before stepping out and walking into the seat of government for the free world. Using the private employee elevator she made her way to the living area of the first family and relieved the night shift Secret Security agent. “Anything to report?” she asked.

The agent shook his head as he gathered up his supplies. “Not a peep,” he said before turning to leave. “Oh, Thad’s almost ready for you to take him to school but he wanted to talk to you first,” he added.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and groaned. “What could he any now?” she grumbled to herself. She knocked on Thad’s door before entering, “Thad, you better be decent,” she warned as she closed the door behind her.

“Aren’t I always,” Thad smirked.

Refusing to rise to the bait, Scarlett folded her arms beneath her impressive chest. “So what did you need, Thad? We’ve got to get you to school,” she said as calmly as possible. She still remembered what she had confessed to Jennifer Love Hewitt and it was still causing her all kinds of confusion. Not to mention she was the only one there at the compound that hadn’t gotten off and she was feeling extremely sexually frustrated. Even Frank, the old body guard had gotten his rocks off. Not to mention that their interrogation of Dr. Hewitt had revealed that the poor, old security guard was indeed just a poor, old security guard and Kaley had decided to spend her next few days of interrogating him herself. Probably vigorously and repeatedly.

“It’s time for our End Of The Mission Treat,” Thad said excitedly.

Scarlett cocked an eyebrow at the Presidential Son. Is he starting to think all we are is a treat, she wondered to herself. She didn’t really know what to think about that. She began unbuttoning her jacket. “Is that all I am?” she asked him as she slid her jacket off and placed it on Thad’s dresser. She began unbuttoning her blouse as she continued, “And now you think you’ve been a good boy and deserve a treat?” She took her blouse off and revealed her half-cup bra, her nipples just barely covered by the material. “What ever shall we do about that?” she asked as she placed her blouse on the dresser in top of her jacket, her pale, creamy cleavage jiggling enticingly.

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Thad said excitedly as he sat in his bed and rubbed his hands together.

Ignoring the teenage boy with the obvious erection in his pants, Scarlett began unfastening her skirt. “I had a rough couple of days and sure could use a good treat, Thad,” she said as she let her skirt fall to the floor. There was nothing special about her under clothes except for the fact that she was the one wearing them. Her large, firm breasts bulged over the top of her bra when she breathed and nearly jumped free from their restrictions when she pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest out. Her panties were stretched tight across her hips, pulled taunt across her groin. Her sensible pumps stretched her legs out, lifting her thick, rounded ass out.

Thad choked on air as he stated lustfully at Scarlett nearly naked in his room. And it had happened so easily. Normally he had to do anything he could think of to get her this way, even blackmail, but today she had practically peeled her clothes off as easily as he’s peel a banana. Maybe she was finally coming around to him. He rubbed himself through his pants. “Oh, I certainly have a great for you,” he chuckled as he rubbed himself through his pants.

Scarlett peered at the obviously aroused teenage boy and appeared to think over his off. Suddenly she grabbed her clothes. “Then again, I can buy myself a great. You have a bus to catch,” she said before opening Thad’s bedroom door. Just before closing the door back she looked at the president’s son from over her shoulder. “Besides, I was fine on my own time so you didn’t have to cover for me and you owe me one anyway. It’s the bus for you this morning,” she said before closing the door behind her.

Thad looked down at his lap and then at the door in panic. “How can I get on the bus with this?” he whined.

The End.
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