Some Guys Have all the Luck

Deviant Eavesdropper

Disclaimer: We don’t own the Matrix, we are merely its slaves.

Warning: This chapter contains explicit adult content. You have been warned.

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Jones could tell that Smith was extremely angry for he kept tapping his pen on the surface of his desk in a brisk staccato rhythm that was insistent, not to mention annoying.

“Why do you consistently remove your earpiece, Agent Jones?” Smith asked, his tone clipped and icy.

“I don’t know. I guess it just falls out…” Jones began but Smith would not let him continue.

“Don’t lie to me! I know you make it a habit to take it out before you interact with Ms. Rodgers. How do I know? Because every time you meet her, my communication link to you is severed. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, you know.”

“So?” Jones asked tetchily.

“Agency policy clearly states that without exception an agent’s earpiece must be worn at all times,” Smith said, his eyes narrowed in displeasure.

“You are one to talk,” Jones said angrily. “How many times haven’t you removed your goddamn earpiece just before getting it on with whatever secretary-of-the-week catches your fancy?”

“Mind your tone, Agent Jones,” Smith hissed warningly, “and mind it well. Do not forget to whom you are speaking.”

“Oh, I know damn well to whom I am speaking,” Jones said, coming closer to Smith who was still seated at his desk. In response to his colleague’s attempt to intimidate him, Smith rose and came towards Jones until less than six inches of space was between their noses. He knew that Jones was using his superior size to subtly threaten him and until then, Smith had not realized how much larger Jones was in comparison to himself.

“I will remove my earpiece whenever I feel like it,” Jones continued poking a forefinger sharply into Smith’s chest after each word, “and there is not a damn thing you can do to stop me. In fact,” Jones said with a humourless smile, “I’d like to see you try, Agent Pencil-Neck. I outweigh you by at least forty pounds if not more, but unlike you, I get my exercise from weight training, not by fucking every woman in a skirt that I see.” He stepped forward, going even closer to his boss and balled up his fists at his side. The sheer size of Jones and the level of rage in his face and eyes would have immediately put an ordinary man on the defensive or at the very least, wary of antagonising him further but Smith was not intimidated.

“Well, well, Jones,” Smith said, “it would seem that you’ve discovered that you have a backbone. Two months ago, you never would have dreamed to address me in such an insolent tone of voice. I guess I have your slut of a girlfriend to thank for your abrupt change of attitude.”

Jones grabbed Smith by the lapels of his jacket and shoved him hard against the wall with enough force that several nearby pictures fell to the floor. “Don’t you ever call her that again, EVER!” he yelled.

“You lay a hand on me again, Jones, and I will not only have her deleted, but I will give you the order to kill her, as I watch. Imagine--having to listen to her pathetic pleas for her life with the muzzle of your gun between those lovely hazel eyes of hers as you pull the trigger,” Smith said. He smiled as Jones’ face stiffened into a frozen mask of horror.

“You can’t do that,” Jones whispered hoarsely. “Only the Architect can order…”

“You are forgetting, Jones, that the Architect is very pleased with my performance of getting information on the rebels. In return, I have carte blanche do whatever I please when it comes to dealing with other programs in either this building. If I tell him that Ms. Lara Rodgers needs to be terminated, I do not even have to give him a reason—he trusts my judgement implicitly and will sign the order for her deletion without a second thought.”

“Are you doing this to punish me?”

“Punish is such a harsh word, Jones. No, I prefer to call it keeping you in line. Let me put it this way: you will continue to obey my every order and you will perform each and every task or chore I assign to you without hesitation or question. Is that clear? Now let go of me. You are wrinkling my suit.”

“All right, you win,” Jones said sullenly, immediately backing off and releasing Smith from his grip.

“Yes, what?”

“All right, you win, Sir.”

“That’s better. Now get out of my office.”

Jones turned on his heel, storming out of Smith’s office in a rage. Sitting heavily on his chair in his cubby-hole of an office a short time later, Jones tried to digest everything that Smith had told him. If I don’t kiss his ass every time he wants me to, he will kill Lara…. No, he will have me take her life, laughing all the while as I end the existence of the woman with whom I have wanted a relationship with for almost as long as I’ve known her.

The possibility of losing Lara was unimaginable to Jones and he held his head in his hands as he considered what to do. I need to see her right now. I must feel her close to me, for it is only in her arms that I feel complete. He checked his watch. Usually at this time of day is when her coffee break occurs and I should be able to catch her.

He ran out of his office and down several flights of stairs to the employee break-room. Disregarding the stares and grins of the other women whom Lara was with, Jones wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close to his heart.

“What’s wrong?” Lara asked quietly when they were alone in the hallway.

“I just wanted to hold you. I know we’ve already talked about this and you preferred that we wait, but I really need to be with you, Lara. Please?” he asked softly. His heart skipped a beat when he looked into her eyes and saw that she had understood the unspoken meaning of his words.

“Okay,” she whispered, stroking his face with a tender gesture. “How about tonight? Afterwards, will you tell me what’s wrong?”

Something was bothering him so badly that he desired to take their relationship to the next level sooner rather than later, as they had discussed. The thought of finally becoming intimate with him frightened and excited her at the same time. That time in the park when he had touched her breasts made her nether region tingle every time she thought about it. To be able to feel his unclothed body next to hers, his hands touching every part of her, their bodies entwined as one was a desire that haunted her daydreams.

Jones nodded. “I’ll come over later tonight and we can….talk about it,” he said, as a flush spread over his face. Lara nodded, giving herself over to his passionate kiss.

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Remaining out of sight of Jones and Lara but within earshot, Smith considered everything he had heard. The idea of having an attractive and desirable woman waiting in her bed for Jones aroused and angered Smith to no small degree. He made a resolve that that would not happen if he could help it. If any man is going to have her tonight, it will be me, not Jones.

Later that afternoon, he deposited a substantial amount of work on his large subordinate’s desk, taking great pleasure in watching Jones’ face fall with disappointment.

“See that this is done and on my desk before you leave, Jones,” Smith said with a smirk. With a surly look, Jones grabbed the stack of papers from Smith’s hand to begin the multi-faceted report that Smith had given him. Jones began working at a feverish pace, determined to complete it before Lara would give up on his showing up at her apartment as promised. The thought of being with Lara was the only reason that kept Jones from throwing his hands up in defeat on more that one occasion that evening. Once I am done with this, I will be with her, he thought, firmly focusing his mind to remain on the task he had been assigned.

“Where are you going?” Jones asked resentfully several hours later as he saw Smith locking his office for the night.

“I have to take care of some business that I have been neglecting for far too long,” he said enigmatically. Tonight, my way is clear to be the first to sample those delights and charms that Ms. Lara Rodgers planned to bestow on you, my boorish underling. You could have had her any time during all those evenings where she would lie against you as the two of you watched television or just talked. You and Lara have spent hours just talking—and only talking—as I have found out because of the very active gossips that are employed by the Company.

I am sure, Jones, that even you would be amazed by the amount and relevance of information that can be obtained if one listens at keyholes or through the thin walls of this building. Agent Montgomery, the slippery little weasel that he is, has been doing a lot of eavesdropping on my behalf and I completely underestimated the quality and quantity of information that he has discovered about yourself and Ms. Rodgers.

Despite the fact that the two of you have been seeing one another for almost two months now, you have never tried to get past second base with her. You have yearned to feel her flesh against yours but never acted upon your desires—possibly for fear of harming Ms. Rodgers with your strength you might use during your tryst, or a more likely explanation is that you simply lack the balls.

The thought of Lara in her bed in her apartment at this time of night caused Smith’s groin to tingle. Right now, she would probably be burrowed deep under the covers, her body warm, soft and vulnerable as she slept, subconsciously waiting and listening for Jones to join her; to have his body next to hers as they eagerly reached for one another….

No, Smith thought. That is not how it shall be. She will welcome me in her bed, not Jones. I will have her tonight—then again and again until I tire of her. He slipped into the silent, dark apartment and working by smell alone, found himself in Lara’s bedroom.

His long nostrils flared as he detected the scent of her. It is as I thought—she is asleep. Her body is warm and fragrant, inviting and desirable. She has bathed and perfumed herself in preparation for her coupling with that overgrown Neanderthal.

Smith growled deep in his throat as he came closer to her bed, step by step until he towered over her sleeping form. Curiously, he watched Lara as she continued to slumber, peacefully unaware of his presence. It was a revelation for Smith to watch a woman sleep, as he had made it a habit of ordering whichever floozy shared his bed by night to be gone by the time he arose the next morning.

Slowly, he raised the covers to get a better glance at Lara’s body as well as perusing what she had chosen to wear to bed. Because agents could see as well in the dark as in the daytime, Smith did not need any illumination to see that she wore a black peignoir that hugged her curves and gave a tantalizing view of her body. Unable to stop himself, he slid his hands over her body and Lara moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her back to give him better access to touch her more thoroughly.

The feel of her warm flesh excited and aroused Smith completely. Lara moaned again when his hands cupped her breasts firmly, her nipples hardening completely when his hot, wet mouth suckled her through the fabric.

However, Smith was prevented in taking full advantage of her vulnerability when the phone beside the bed rang.

“Jones….Where are you? I was having the most delicious dream about you,” she murmured sleepily as she stretched in bed. “You promised you’d come as soon--” She paused, listening to what was being said on the other end of the line. “Okay,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll see you when you get done, then.”

Smith had silently exited her bedroom before the second ring but he lurked outside her bedroom door to hear Lara’s end of the conversation. By the time she had hung up, he had already left her apartment and she never knew he had been there. Damn it, thought Smith, as he slammed his fist into the dashboard of his car in thwarted, full-blown sexual frustration. He sat in his car and waited. An hour later, he watched, annoyed and angry, as Jones swept past him, taking long purposeful strides to get to Lara as quickly as he could.

Yes, that’s it, Smith thought to himself with a sneer, go ahead and fuck her brains out tonight. Little do you know that your passage inside of her will be easier as she is already aroused because of what I have done. No doubt Lara thinks that it was her dreams that made her wet between those luscious legs of hers as she parts them for you in preparation for you to enter her.

With a snarl of disappointment, Smith started his car when an idea, a truly diabolical idea came to his mind and he smiled at the sheer genius of it. He pulled out of the garage and hoped what he wanted to find would be close by.

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Jones sat on the end of Lara’s bed and it wasn’t long before he felt her small hands remove his jacket.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly. Facing her, Jones hugged her tightly. Only with you, Lara, can I feel like a real man, he thought. He breathed in the scent of her freshly washed hair and skin and heaved a deep sigh. When I hold you like this, nothing else matters: not the bullshit at the office, not even Smith can come between us now.

The warmth of Lara’s skin permeated Jones’ consciousness and the desire to finally have her overrode all other thoughts.

“I want you,” he said hoarsely and Lara trembled in his arms when his lips touched her ear. In her opinion, it was too soon for them to be intimate--however, when he had made this request earlier that day, Lara knew that something other than sex was on his mind. Jones knew how she felt about taking their relationship to the next level: it was something they had discussed once and for him to push the issue now only proved her suspicions were correct.

Well, if you didn’t want to have sex with him, you should’ve told him no the moment he came into the room, a small voice in her head told her matter-of-factly. Face the facts, girl, you want him as much as he wants you; otherwise, you shouldn’t have purchased that lacy nightie you are wearing at this moment. You know agents can see perfectly well in the dark—he knows exactly what you have on and that he wants to tear it off your body as soon as possible. Remember, he is an agent and if he isn’t careful, he could seriously hurt you, maybe even permanently…

Lara had had enough sexual experience in the past to know that sometimes even the gentlest of men could be inadvertently rough in the final stage before their orgasm was imminent. And if he can punch through concrete, what is he capable of doing to me in the heat of the moment?

“Jones, before we go any further, there is something I must ask of you. I know that as an agent, you have strength that I cannot even begin to imagine the limits of. What I am asking is this: since this is our first time together, please, please, will you be careful with me?”

Jones took her face between his hands. “Lara, you have my word both as a man and as an agent of the System, that I will never harm you.”

Relieved, Lara relaxed, resting her head on the broad expanse of his chest. She was glad that the room was pitch black and that she couldn’t see his face for there was something else on her mind that was embarrassing, but necessary in that she had no choice but to bring up.

“One more thing. What about…..protection?” Lara blushed to an even deeper shade of red.

“I took care of it before I arrived,” Jones said quietly. “I would never do anything to put you in danger, Lara.”

It has been several years since I last had sex with a woman, he thought. For a moment, he wondered when was the last time Lara had had sexual relations with anyone but dismissed the subject. If she wants me to know then she will tell me, he reasoned, and until she brings it up herself, it is none of my business.

“I have wanted to do this with you for so long,” he said, his thumb stroking the soft contours of her jaw, “having a relationship with you. Getting to know you, talking with you, that kind of thing.”

“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed with surprise. “Then why did you wait…?”

“…so long to ask you out? I don’t know. I guess I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to or would be repulsed by the idea. But none of that matters now. What is important is that we are together, here and now.”

And we are about to make love with each other for the first time, Lara thought, swallowing nervously. Despite Jones’ promise that he would not harm her, Lara was afraid nonetheless. She took his hand and placed it over her breast. Jones took the hint and stroked it gently and captured the nipple between his fingers feeling it harden completely. Lara made a mewling sound when she felt both of his hands caressing and stroking her breasts.

His head dipped and Lara had to stifle a loud groan when his mouth enveloped first one nipple then the other, teasing and suckling her until Lara felt liquid heat beginning to pool between her legs. She ran her fingers through his hair, telling him without words that she definitely loved what he was doing to her.

The all-consuming need to feel his skin against hers made Lara push him away for a moment. At first, Jones thought that she was changing her mind, but sighed in contentment when her fingers were quickly and nimbly removing his tie and its accompanying clasp before proceeding to undo the buttons on his shirt. Her fingernails raked through the hair on his chest when all the fasteners were unbuttoned. She pulled his shirt off and ran her palms over the taut hardness of his upper torso, delighting in the feel of the muscles beneath her hand.

Her breathing was quick and hard as the realization hit her that she would finally be making love to this almost-perfect specimen of manliness. Jones felt himself being pushed onto his back and curious to see what Lara had in mind, he put his hands underneath his head and waited.

He tried without success not to smile as he could see Lara blushing yet again in the dark as her quivering fingers moved to the belt of his pants. He was aware that his manhood was almost fully erect and he groaned when Lara’s hand brushed against it. Swallowing hard, Lara set aside her misgivings, firmly and decidedly making quick work of freeing him from the constraints of his pants.

“I’ll take it from here,” he murmured, raising his hips off the mattress and removing his trousers and shorts. Laying naked full length beside her, Jones wrapped his arms around Lara and held her close to him.

“Will you tell me what happened at the office today?” Lara asked, her voice a concerned whisper. “What is wrong, Jones? Please tell me.”

“I can’t,” Jones said, despair filling every circuit of his system. How can I tell you that Smith told me he will make me kill you if I don’t grovel before him? “I can’t lose you, Lara.”

“You won’t lose me, Jones,” Lara said, stroking his face. “I’m not going anywhere. But if you can’t tell me now, that’s okay. When you can, I will listen.”

“Someday I will, but not now.” The warmth of her body in his arms roused him further and Lara clung to him when she felt the stubble of his face stimulate the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. Every man likes to hear sounds of enjoyment from his partner and Jones was no different. He became aroused to an almost excruciating extent when he heard her moaning in his ear as she clutched at his shoulders in an effort to bring more of his body in contact with hers. Her nipples seemed to bore into his chest with their hardness and he savoured the sensation.

Chuckling quietly to himself at her rampant desire, Jones cupped her derriere in his large hands, kneading and stroking the firm flesh with lustful intentions of feeling more of her body with his hands.

“Please,” she whispered, “touch me.”

Jones knew that Lara was not referring to him primarily grabbing her ass, but she was begging him to touch her in the most intimate area of a woman’s body. Her breath came in short, panting gasps and Lara whimpered when his fingers changed their position from her backside to the front of her body.

Without realizing she was doing it, Lara parted her legs a little and when Jones slipped his hand between them, he raised his eyebrows considerably when he felt the amount of wetness there. The near-complete absence of pubic hair coupled with the softness of the skin of her outer labia tantalized and excited him. Her thighs parted even more and because of the moisture now saturating his thumb and index fingers, Jones was able to part her outer folds easily. The heat of her most intimate and tender flesh seemed to scald his digits and he wanted more. Gliding along the entire length of Lara’s slit, Jones found what he was looking for: the little button of her clitoris had been aroused until it was hard and erect and aching for his touch.

He groaned when Lara’s knee had insinuated itself between his thighs and was gently but purposefully stroking his scrotum until his own flesh was hungering for more. He had to bite down on his lip and stifle a groan when her hand began touching his genitalia. Her fingers caressed his testicles, and then trailed up and around his entire length so she could satisfy her curiosity. Lara’s eyes widened in the darkness as the size of his penis became clear due to her inquisitive hands. Even with the tips of her middle finger and thumb, she could not encircle the width of his engorged manhood.

Oh my God, he’s huge! she thought. I’m not large enough to accommodate him, am I? He said he wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, but he is going to tear me apart even if he is gentle!

Fearfully, Lara withdrew her hand and tried to pull away. Jones noticed the movement and hazarded an educated guess at the reason behind it.

“It’s going to be all right, Lara. I know I am what some women might call well-endowed, but I won’t hurt you.”

“You say that you won't, but you will, I know it. Not on purpose and I know that. But…I am still afraid!”

“You are remembering what that other guy did to you, aren’t you? The one you had the nightmare about when you came to my apartment in the middle of the night?”

“Yes,” Lara said quietly. “He hurt me and ever since then, I’ve been afraid to be intimate with a man.” Jones was very still, realizing that she was telling him what had happened to her and if he said or did anything that indicated how he felt, Lara would stop reciting the terrible event that still scarred her.

“What—what was he like?”

“He was someone I work--worked with. I thought I could trust him but I was mistaken.”

“What was his name?” Jones asked quietly, stroking her hair.

Lara swallowed and shook her head. Deliberately, her hand reached out and touched his thigh. She felt Jones twitch at her touch and slowly and provocatively, she inched her hand higher. Her ruse worked as Jones completely forgot to insist that Lara give him the name of the man who had hurt her.

As both Jones and Lara became more aroused and excited, so did their listener. As Smith had expected, Jones had lost himself in the heat of passion, carelessly not removing his earpiece. As a result, Smith was able to feel and hear everything that was going on between the two first-time lovers. All the better to listen to you with, Smith thought, mentally re-arranging the lyrics of an old children’s nursery rhyme to suit his purpose.

This is turning out to be a far more pleasurable evening than I had hoped, he thought, smugly watching the red-headed young woman he had picked up proceed to orally satisfy him from where she sat next to him in the backseat of his car.

When I left Lara’s apartment, I had one hell of a hard-on and needed to get off as soon as possible. And that’s when I decided to pick you up, isn’t it, you piece of jailbait, he silently addressed the girl. If I were any other adult male, I would have actively shunned your company as the consequences of your servicing me would have resulted in jail time.

However, I have nothing to fear because my success rate when it comes to obtaining valuable information vital to the continued survival of the Matrix is the biggest bargaining chip in my favour. As a result, I can always count on the Architect to smooth over any legal irregularities that might arise from my actions, whether it be killing vast numbers of rebels or simply getting a blowjob from an underage teenage girl in the backseat of my car.

He groaned from the very enjoyable sexual sensations he was receiving from her mouth and what he was feeling from listening to Jones and Lara. Leaning farther back into the leather upholstery, he closed his eyes and savoured the sensation of a hot, wet mouth enveloping his manhood, aware that the level of lust and passion inside Lara’s bedroom was escalating rapidly.

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Lara was writhing as her lover’s fingers continued to stimulate her swollen clitoris. She was close to achieving her orgasm and the subsequent lust she was feeling caused her to kiss Jones passionately; her own hands stroking and caressing his manhood until he too, was engorged with desire.

Abruptly he stopped his ministrations and Lara whimpered with disappointment when his lips moved away from hers. However, the moment they latched onto her nipple, Lara moaned loudly. When he was satisfied that she had had enough, he trailed his mouth down towards her flat belly, blazing a trail of molten heat as he went.

Oh, God, she thought, he isn’t going to do what I think he is, is he? She gasped, arching her back when his lips touched her and she instinctively twisted her fingers in his hair to keep his head firmly between her legs.

It was all Jones could do to keep his grip on her; Lara’s body was writhing and squirming and he winced in momentary pain when one long fingernail scratched him behind his ear. He sucked her clitoris, one moment nibbling it with his lips while the next, his tongue slashed backwards and forwards across it, all the while slurping up her juices as they smeared across his face.

Lara’s moans were long and loud now; her grip in his hair tightened and even Jones, who had relatively little experience with women over the last few years, could tell that her orgasm was seconds away.

Yes, that’s it, Jones, get your face right down into that sweet spot of hers said Smith, his voice emanating from Jones’ earpiece.

What the hell? Fuck, I forgot to take out my earpiece, Jones thought angrily. Smith has been listening to everything that has been going on between Lara and me! When his fingers reached up to remove it, he heard the cold voice of his superior deep in his ear.

Don’t even think about taking it out, Jones. For if you do….have you already forgotten what I told you?

That bastard has been listening to us this whole time, Jones thought angrily.

I know you can’t answer me right now, so I will continue. You should know that I have been thoroughly enjoying listening to this auditory peep show that you and Ms. Rodgers have considerately been giving me. It’s almost as if I were in the same room with you both. It has been most arousing, I must say, as the young lady who is giving me head can attest to. But since her mouth is most deliciously engaged at the moment, you will have to take my word for it.

You son of a bitch, Jones thought, bristling with rage as he listened to Smith’s voice in his ear. Why are you doing this to me?

I’ve worked with you for so long, I think I can tell what is going through that pea-brain mind of yours. I am doing it for the simple reason that I can, Jones.

Even from his location in his car, Smith felt and knew that Jones was going to stop his thus far very passionate lovemaking session with Ms. Rodgers and that was definitely not on Smith’s agenda.

You are going to stop what you are doing to your lady-love now, just when she is about to come, leaving her alone and frustrated? From what I can hear, she is so close to her orgasm, she can almost taste it. Why deprive her of every woman’s deepest desire to be eaten out by the man she likes just to spite me? Shame on you, Jones. I don’t think Ms. Rodgers would approve of your intention, even if she knew I was here.

Jones heard Smith groan suddenly in unadulterated lust and thought his boss had had his orgasm from the guttural sounds he was hearing from the other end of the line.

I am still here, Jones, and I am going to come at any moment. Very much like that whore you are with. But before I sign off, here is a parting word of wisdom you might be advised to take: don’t forget to use those condoms you bought from the drugstore; you may have been celibate, but Ms. Rodgers has not. Besides, you don’t know where that cunt of hers has been.

The tone in Smith’s voice made Jones frown. If he didn’t know better, it was as if Smith knew the identity of the last man Lara had been with. Jones lifted his head from between Lara’s legs and tried to ignore the groan of exasperation from her as he did so.

“I am so sorry, Lara, but I can’t do this. Forgive me.”

“What?!” she replied, hardly believing her ears.

“I can’t do this,” Jones repeated. Please don’t ask me to tell you why, but it’s for the best. The idea of Smith salivating in the back seat of his car, listening in on our most private and intimate moment, waiting for us to make love and give him a cheap thrill is something I will not let happen, no matter how much you want me to.

“Please don’t hate me,” Jones said, anguish flooding through him at the thought of leaving her like this.

“Why do you have to leave?” Lara said plaintively. “Is it something I did? Or maybe didn’t do? You can’t just go and not give me some explanation!” she said angrily, sitting up in bed and hearing him locate his clothing in the dark.

Of course, that’s it! her mind informed her. He’s been doing all the giving and all you’ve done is take, take, take! Give him something in return and he’ll stay! Do it now before it’s too late!

Quick as a wink, Lara dashed out of bed and without any warning, Jones gasped in surprise as he felt her mouth envelop his penis. During his and Smith’s communication with one another, he had felt his erection disappear but when Lara’s tongue swirled around its tip, his desire for her returned several times over. Of their own accord, his hands twined themselves in her hair and he groaned deeply as she proceeded to take him further and further into her oral cavity.

Now it was his turn to be aroused to an intoxicating degree by the ministrations of Lara’s hands and mouth. The only thing that prevented Jones from succumbing to this enjoyable sensation was the knowledge that Smith was listening.

“No, Lara,” Jones said, trying to quell the tempting thought of just allowing himself to forget everything and let the desire inside of him take over. However, Lara had had confirmation that he did not want her to stop: every woman knows simply by the changes in her partner’s touch, that their sexual arousal is nearly out of control. Therefore, Lara did not stop in orally pleasing her lover, she continued her actions with renewed gusto and enthusiasm.

Let yourself enjoy this, Smith’svoice crooned deep in Jones’ earpiece. We are both going to experience our orgasms at the same time, spewing our ejaculate deep into the mouths that are enveloped around our dicks. As you are aware, you can feel my pleasure. Normally you would not be able to do so, so consider this my gift to you.

Smith’s breathing was harsh and rapid, his pulse pounding through his simulated veins. The notion that despite his misgivings, Jones was enjoying Lara’s ministrations to such a degree that he too was going to climax only added to Smith’s pleasure. He thrust himself as far as he could go inside the mouth of the teenage prostitute as his climax occurred, grunting and groaning like a boar in heat.

Jones’ body twitched and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself experience Smith’s powerful orgasm. He heard Smith cry out in pleasure and the temptation to let go of his iron grip on his own orgasm nearly proved to be Jones’ undoing. But Jones knew that if he succumbed now, Smith would be triumphant and knowing his boss as he did, Jones was sure that he would never let him forget it. Either by thought or by word, Smith would see to it that Jones would be reminded one way or another, forced to bear and keep the burden of shame deep within himself.

The thought of Smith giving Lara sly and provocative looks about the secret he and Jones shared between them strengthened Jones’ resolve.

“No, Lara!” Jones said harshly, pushing Lara away from his groin, taking her by the forearms and jerking her to her feet. “I said I won’t let you do this!” By this time, he was shaking her roughly and Lara thought her head would detach from her spine from the force he was using to shake some sense into her.

“Why not? Don’t you want me?”

Jones sighed heavily. “It’s not that I don’t….I can’t. I am a program and an agent but I have the body of a man—the desires and needs of a man, do you understand? If you do not let me leave now, I will not be able to go at all! Do you understand what that could mean for you?” He felt the vibration in her body as she shook her head.

“If I don’t leave now, I will throw you on the bed and take you whether you want me to or not.” Taking her hand roughly, he forced it down and placed it on his rampant erection. “Do you want that—inside of you, with no gentleness or tenderness?”

“No,” she sobbed in fear, as she comprehended the meaning of his words. Against her will, Lara had an image of being taken thus and it aroused and frightened her. To see him this way was a revelation. The Jones she thought she knew—calm, impassive, expressionless—had been transformed into a very aroused, full-blooded male who wanted her as badly as she did him. And he had not exaggerated his point that he could and would have her if she continued to push him past his limit of endurance.

A part of her wanted nothing more than to be taken by Jones: a man about whom she had fantasized having intimate relations with for a long time. However, Lara knew all too well what it was like to be forced to submit to a man’s lust and desires and she shrank from him in fear.

Jones felt he had to say something; I can’t just leave her like this and fumbled for a plausible explanation.

“I—I just found out that some rebels have been spotted and I have been ordered to intercept them before their target can be unplugged. I have to go, Lara. I’m sorry.”

“Fine. Do your duty then, if it’s so important to you,” Lara said bitterly.

Lara jerked away from Jones’ touch and said nothing further as he dressed and left her bedroom. Feeling suddenly cold, she dove into her bed and burrowed under the covers as if she would never feel warm again. Jones may be a lot of things, but he is not a good liar, Lara thought. He just made that up for my benefit, I know it. But why?

An overwhelming sense of rejection made tears come to Lara’s eyes. My nerves are too frazzled and jangled right now for me to fall asleep, she thought, reaching in her nightstand drawer for the bottle of pills that always gave her the peace and quietness she needed from time to time.

But there was one thing that she felt must be done before she could get any rest. Even though it was very early in the morning, Lara knew that the main bank of phone lines was always manned. I can’t face Jones at work tomorrow after what just happened. She dialled the central phone line and for the first time in her existence, called in sick.