Some Guys Have all the Luck

Humiliation of the Highest Degree

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Authors’ Note: This story is co-written by smithsbabe65 and me and we would like to thank all those who have taken the time to read our little epic. PLEASE continue to read and review!

Summary: Lara’s transformation has an unendurably erotic effect on Jones and as a result, he takes some advice from Smith and humiliates himself as his actions are broadcast over the PA system.

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Riding into work on the subway the next morning Lara had nervously asked her friend, “Do I look all right, Celia? Do you think Jones will like all this?”

“Honey, if he liked you when you looked like Madame Librarian, then he’s going to absolutely adore you now! Girlfriend, you are now a certified a knock out, and if Jonesy can’t see that, then he needs to get his visual sensors checked! Didn’t you notice how all those guys at the construction site hooted and howled at you?” Celia answered with a smile.

Lara smiled back. She knew that her friend was right about one thing, her altered appearance had quite an affect on men this morning, human and program alike. Much to her pleasant surprise, not only were the men giving her a second glance, Lara had even gotten a few wolf-whistles as she and Celia rushed to the subway station to catch the L train.

Still worried about what Jones’ opinion would be, Lara pressed on, “And you don’t think this outfit is too much? Don’t get me wrong, I love the way this black leather mini looks on me and this top is gorgeous, but I think the boots are overkill!”

Lara’s continued lack of self-confidence caused Celia to sigh with complete vexation, “Are all Canadians this much of a pain in the ass, or is it just you? For the millionth time, you look great! Better than great! The boots make your legs look longer and they look terrific with my black trench coat.

The whole ensemble makes you look dangerous and sexy. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, you look just like one of those rebels the agents keep chasing all the time. Only you want your agent to catch you, don’t you?”

Suddenly a vision of Agent Jones flashed before Lara’s eyes. In her mind’s eye, Jones had cornered her after a hot pursuit, and there was no means of escape. He had Lara right where he wanted her, trapped and vulnerable. In her fantasy, a small shiver ran up her spine as Lara panted wildly trying to catch her breath. She imagined the sensation of his strong manly body crushing hers against the wall of some abandoned building. The thought of experiencing such contact frightened and enticed Lara all at once, forcing her to sigh deeply with pleasure. Then when she envisioned his large hand slowly slide up the length of her thigh, she trembled with anticipation.

“Hello, Earth to Lara. Come in Lara,” Celia said as she snapped her fingers in front of her friend’s face in an attempt to awaken her from her self-induced trance.

The sound of Celia’s voice had wrenched Lara away from her sexual fantasies about Jones and not a moment too soon. They had finally arrived at their stop: the subway station located underneath the Government Agency Building.

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Celia and Lara had arrived to the office earlier than usual. Lara was still apprehensive about her makeover and did not want to cause a scene that would be perceived as a disruption by Agent Smith. Celia, on the other hand, wanted to make a grand entrance and show Lara off, but abided by her friend’s wishes to keep everything low key until Jones had seen her.

Unfortunately for them, another agency employee had also decided to come in early, Smith’s little weasel-like lackey, Jeffery Montgomery. Both Lara and Celia despised him as much as they did Smith. Montgomery was nothing more than a brownnoser, an agent wannabe that had flunked out of the academy because he just couldn’t make the grade.

Although his father had been an agent, Montgomery’s programming had been deemed too inferior, substandard for agent criteria. However, due his father’s former ties and close relationship with the Architect, Jeffery was given an entry-level position with the Agency as a favour.

Because of his ambitious nature, Montgomery had almost immediately sought out those in power and carved out a comfortable niche for himself by making a career of kissing Smith’s ass. In many ways Smith reminded him of his father and to a young but misguided program like Montgomery, he was the epitome of agenthood. Since Jeffery never stood a change of becoming a full-fledged agent, he resigned himself to live out his dreams of agent glory through Smith’s experiences.

Worst of all, Montgomery had become the company spy. The office staff and field agents alike had to very careful about what was said because one never knew when Montgomery might be eavesdropping on the other side of the wall. Nothing could be kept a secret if Montgomery was around, and if he knew, then one could bet their bottom dollar that Smith would soon know about it too.

Montgomery was under the misconception that the more information he was able to gather and disclose to Agent Smith, the longer he could be kept under the umbrella of Smith’s good graces. As for Smith, he never did hold Montgomery in high regard, but the information gathered by his own personal mole had proved invaluable, thus he had granted the younger program “special” privileges in exchange for his loyalty and service.

However, the day would soon come when Jeffery would no longer be necessary, without purpose. As the lead agent of the system, Smith knew all too well that a program without purpose had to be purged, eliminated before it corrupted the Source itself. When Jeffery’s time was up, Agent Smith would take great pleasure in carrying out the duplicitous program’s deletion himself.

Hated but feared by every employee, Jeffery Montgomery was seen as a snivelling little weasel, and yet, he still wielded great power, power that was bestowed upon him by the very agent he served. Everyone knew that one negative word from Monty to Agent Smith meant immediate dismissal and or deletion.

“Aw crap, there’s that toad, Monty,” Celia whispered to Lara with disdain.

With equal abhorrence, Lara whispered back, “Great, I can’t deal with his stupidity right now!”

“Don’t worry, girl. I’ll run interference while you make a mad dash for your cubicle. I’ll distract him with my charms. Maybe I’ll trip him or something.”

Lara giggled. “You’d do that for me?”

“You betcha! Now go before he sees you!” Celia shooed her friend away then quickly made her way down the hall to intercept the office interloper.

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Just as expected, Celia found Montgomery in the break room getting first dibs on the array of fresh donuts and pastries that had been laid out for the employees that morning. Celia sneered with disgust as she observed the diminutive bureaucrat pluck a powdered donut off the serving tray and take a big bite out of it. The result of his gluttony was displayed all over his mouth in the form of powdery residue.

Swept up in a wave of nausea, Celia tried her best to suppress the urge to vomit. Instead, she quickly walked over to table where Montgomery had been standing with his back to her. She hesitated slightly then took a deep breath as she reached out with her hand and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Startled by the sudden intrusion to his privacy, Montgomery whirled around to confront the person that dared to disturb him. However, much to his delighted surprise, he found that it had been Celia Alvarez that had tapped him on the shoulder.

Ah yes, Ms. Alvarez, he thought as a sly smile crept across his lips and eyes became riveted to the sight of her bosom. He couldn’t help but stare at Celia’s breasts since due to his short stature, Montgomery was eye level to her chest area anyway. Agent Smith’s latest selection one hot tamale, he said to himself as his beady little eyes surveyed the bounty of Celia’s full, voluptuous figure.

Licking his lips, salacious thoughts of Ms. Alvarez crept into his mind; I can’t wait to hear all of the dirty details after their date tomorrow night. What I wouldn’t give to be in Smith’s shoes and get first crack at her myself.

Celia in the meantime had plastered on a smile that she thought would make her face crack. “Good morning Montgomery,” she said in a sultry voice.

Montgomery smiled back and to her surprise, he greeted Celia in her own native tongue, “Buenos Dias, Senorita Alvarez.”

However, his Midwestern accent only foiled his attempt to try his hand at speaking Spanish. Jesus H. Christ, not only is he a supreme asshole, he has to butcher my language too, Celia thought.

“What are you doing here so early?” he asked suspiciously. He knew that Celia was one employee that barely beat the clock every morning.

Celia lied, “Well, after what Agent Smith said yesterday, I wanted to get an early start on my work.”

With a confident, shark-like smile, he countered, “I don’t think that you’ll have to worry about your job Ms. Alvarez. If everything goes well tomorrow night, then your future with this agency is assured.”

You fucking little creep, you are just as miserable as your master, Celia thought with disgust. She fought the urgent desire to punch the lecherous little program right in the mouth. Instead, she reached over, retrieved a paper napkin off the table and handed it to him.

“You have some powder on your mouth,” she informed him with a smirk.

In a flash, his face became beet red, flushed with embarrassment. Shit, the whole time I’ve had this junk on my face and she said nothing, he thought angrily. Then he said aloud, “Stupid bitch, you’re lucky that Smith has asked you out. However once he’s done with you, it will be my turn.”

When Montgomery saw that Celia’s eyes widened in horror, he smiled more broadly then said, “Yes, Ms. Alvarez, that’s right! Agent Smith always lets me have his leftovers, and you, my dear, will be no different! You can be sure that I will thoroughly savour you spreading those gorgeous legs of yours for my pleasure!”

Then he turned on his heel and quickly exited the break room fuming and cursing as he went.

Celia just stood there for a few moments shaking like a leaf feeling hatred, and rage surging through her circuitry. Then soon afterwards, the icy grip of fear took hold of her body. The realization of her predicament hit her like a Mack truck No wonder the girls that had gone out with Smith never talked about their dates afterwards. Why would they? They would all have to admit that not only had they slept with the head of the agency, but they had been forced to submit to an encounter with his disgusting henchman. The thought of that little troll of a program slobbering and pawing at her caused Celia’s body to quiver even more with revulsion.

Now that she knew the truth, the nauseous feeling came back with a vengeance. As she held her hand over her mouth, Celia ran to the nearest ladies’ room, kicked open the door of the first available stall and began to wretch uncontrollably into the porcelain toilet bowl underneath her.

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Lara had been diligently clacking away at her keyboard, waiting for Celia’s return. She glanced quickly at the clock above the elevator doors and soon realized that her friend had been gone a very long time.

Where could she be, Lara wondered. I hope Montgomery didn’t try anything with her.

A few minutes later, Lara spied a visibly shaken Celia walking towards her cubicle. A sense of panic flooded Lara’s system as she bolted off her chair and ran over to her friend.

“Oh God, Celia, what happened?” she pleaded, her hazel eyes wide with worry.

Celia smiled shakily at her friend as she replied, “I’m okay, it’s just…”

“Just what? What did that little rat-fuck say to get you so upset?” Lara demanded.

Tears welled up in Celia’s eyes, how could she possibly tell her friend what Smith had been doing to all of the women he had asked out over the years?

When Celia refused to answer, Lara gripped her friend’s upper arms and began to shake her. “Tell me, goddamn it!”

With anger flashing in her dark eyes, Celia looked at her friend and said with a hollow voice, “You want to know? Fine, here goes! After my date with Smith tomorrow night, I’ll be passed to Monty like a gravy boat at Thanksgiving dinner so he can have his way with me too!”

Lara was stunned and barely grasping what her friend was telling her. She knew that Agent Smith was a voracious womanizer, but actually allowing his pet henchman to have his sloppy seconds was a new low, even for him.

“Oh honey…” Lara began to say, but as she tried to comfort her friend, the rest of the secretarial pool started to trickle into the office. As the familiar morning clamour heralded the start of another workday, Lara and Celia tried to get back to their desks quickly but when Lara’s eyes caught a hint of the solidly built man in a well-pressed black Armani suit towering above the crowd, she froze in her tracks.

“Jones…” she quietly said to herself as her eyes took in the vision of male virility displayed before her. Lara’s heart began to beat wildly in her chest as her simulated blood coursed through her veins. She was nervous and yet tingly all over with excitement. The moment she had been dreading and anticipating was finally at hand, the moment when Agent Jones would see the butterfly that had emerged from the cocoon of frumpy clothes and a dowdy hairstyle.

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Agent Jones had stepped off a very overcrowded elevator then turned to walk down the narrow corridor that lead to the undersized space that was known as his office. Still angry over what Agent Smith did to him the night before his mood was sour, and it was written all over his chiselled features. As he had ridden the elevator to the seventieth floor, the scowl on his face and formidable presence had made the other occupants of the elevator car shrink away from him in fear, but he had been too self-absorbed in his own dark thoughts to notice.

Now he found himself trying to get to his cramped little office as expeditiously as he could to avoid running into his superior at all costs. He was in no mood to deal with him at the moment and could not be held responsible for his actions should Smith stir his anger again. Before turning towards the hallway, he cast a hopeful little glance towards Lara’s cubicle with the expectation of getting a quick glimpse of her.

When he finally captured Lara in his sights, Jones’ dark green eyes widened in surprise behind his sunglasses. Removing his shades to get a better look, he hardly recognized the gorgeous woman that was standing just a few feet away. Dropping his jaw in wonderment and disbelief, the large agent unconsciously began to walk towards her.

Lara in turn was smiling at Jones as she waited for him to approach her. For the briefest of moments, the world seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of them. Neither Lara nor Jones seemed to notice that a group of curious onlookers that included Agent Smith and Jeffery Montgomery had gathered around them.

When Jones finally reached her, he gently grasped her small hands in his two large ones and said, “Lara, is that you?”

Blushing furiously, she averted her eyes away from his admiring green orbs. “Yes, Jones,” she answered quietly, and then added, “It’s me.”

“How did this happen?” he asked quickly.

Lara was instantly crushed, mistaking his hasty question as a sign of displeasure. However her spirits were suddenly lifted when she saw the mirth in the green depths of his dancing eyes as he stated happily, “You look very beautiful but then again, I’ve always thought you were.”

“Thank you Jones,” Lara said appreciatively as she continued to stare into his eyes.

Jones was bewitched by the intensity of her stare, which ignited a fire in his belly then slowly shot down towards the very tip of his roused manhood.

Agent Smith had also been captivated by Lara. When he had first encountered her, the head agent had assumed that she was a new hire. Now that the truth of her identity had been revealed to him, Smith did not know nor care how this marvellous metamorphosis had taken place, the only thing he knew that he liked it. He liked it very much. It was right then and there that he had decided that he would do everything in his power to thwart Jones and be the first one to possess this newfound beauty.

Well there’s no time like the present, he thought snidely. Slowly Agent Smith sauntered up behind his much larger subordinate and waited for the right moment to interrupt the touching scene being played out in front of the entire staff of the seventieth floor.

“Agent Jones!” he barked out.

Jones upon hearing the voice of his hated superior whipped his head around and found he was standing directly behind him. Not bothering to turn fully around Agent Jones responded, “Yes, Agent Smith?”

“Don’t you think you’d better get up to the Architect’s office? He has been waiting for those spreadsheets. I suggest you do it quickly before the CEO’s patience runs out.”

Not wanting to leave Lara’s side, Jones hesitated slightly He knew however, that no matter how unpleasant it was, he had to attend to his duties nonetheless.

Turning back to Lara, he asked her expectantly, “I’ll see you later?”

“You can count on it,” she replied with a smile.

With that, Jones slowly released her soft warm hands then brusquely brushed passed Smith to get to the elevator, almost knocking his boss over in the process.

When Agent Jones had finally disappeared behind the elevator doors, Smith turned his attentions on the newly transformed Lara.

“Good morning, Ms. Rodgers,” he said silkily.

Lara had been too stunned to respond. Well I’ll be damned; the son of a bitch finally remembered my name, she thought as she observed Smith retreat into the sanctuary of his opulent office.

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“Agent Jones, I see that everything is in order here, now leave me alone,” the Architect commanded solemnly.

When Jones had arrived at the CEO’s office, he had been taken aback by the Architect’s haggard and unkempt appearance. Usually the older man kept himself well groomed and his office was always pristinely neat, however now the latter was far from true. Papers and dozens packages of pre-packaged foods were strewn about carelessly. The thousands of television monitors that covered every inch of wall space displayed nothing but snowy static and were clogged with a thick layer of dust. To Jones it appeared as if the janitorial department had not been up here in months.

Upon closer inspection, Agent Jones saw that what used to be a neatly trimmed beard on the Architect’s face now appeared to be a tangled bushy mess. His clothes also appeared unlaundered and wrinkled. Jones also noticed that the Architect had suffered a dramatic weight loss since the last time he had seen him.

“Sir,” Jones began, adding heartfelt concern in his voice, “is everything all right?”

“Jones, may I ask you something?” asked the Architect dejectedly.

“Yes you may, sir.” Jones replied carefully.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Confused by this line of questioning, Jones inquired, “In love, sir?”

“Yes, damn it man, in love. Enamoured with someone so much that your existence is meaningless without them?”

“I don’t understand, sir. Are you in love?” Jones dared to ask.

“Yes, I am. However, because of my stupidity, I’ve lost her and maybe for all time.”

Jones finally understood that his superior had been referring to his ex-wife, the Oracle. It had come to the Agency’s attention that Architect’s former spouse had recently taken up with another man and was quite happy. However, when the news had reached the Architect, he had not taken it well.

“Jones, I usually am not known to offer advice, but please take this to heart: if you should ever find someone to love and if she loves you in return, don’t ever let her go.”

Immediately Agent Jones thought of Lara. Losing her would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him and he had no intention of ever finding out what life would be like without her in it.

Then a strange sensation washed over the large agent as he looked at this poor old program that had been decimated by love lost. Jones, for the first time in his long life, felt sympathy.

Without another word said between them, Agent Jones quietly exited the Architect’s office, leaving the broken creator of the Matrix to wallow in self-pity.

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As Jones silently strode toward his own office, thoughts of Lara danced around in his head. She had looked so beautiful, so sexy making him feel the primal male desires of a wild beast that has caught the scent of a female in heat. Just thinking about her makes me hard, he thought worriedly as he felt his penis stir in his pants. If I don’t stop this, I’m going to practically rape her the next time I see her!

He had tried to throw himself into his work, but he just couldn’t concentrate as his mind always brought him back to Lara. When he had first seen her that morning he was aroused to the point where he would have loved nothing more that to slam her against the wall, hike up her already short skirt and fuck her senseless. He had pictured himself thrusting his engorged member into her hot wet vagina over and over as Lara cried out for more.

The image of coupling with Lara in such a frenzied fashion caused him to groan loudly. God, I want her so much, but if I act on my impulses then she’ll think that I’m an animal or worst yet some deviant human that can’t keep his urges in check, he thought glumly. Suddenly the Architect’s words of advice echoed in his head. If he saw Lara tonight in this state, he would lose her for sure. Angrily he slammed his fist onto his keyboard crushing it under the weight of the blow.

Fuck.

As fate would have it at the precise moment that Jones had destroyed his keyboard, Agent Smith happened to be walking by his subordinate’s office.

Without bothering to knock, Smith let himself into Jones’ workspace to investigate the source of the ruckus he had heard. When he saw that Jones had yet again destroyed another piece of company property, Smith’s eyes narrowed.

“Agent Jones --,” he began to say, but stopped short when he saw the expression of frustration on his underling’s face. Curiosity got the better of him so Smith softened his tone and asked, “What is the matter here, and what happened to your keyboard?”

Without caring what Smith thought of him, Jones quickly replied, “I broke my keyboard, okay? If it bothers you that much, take the cost of it out of my pay. Right now, I don’t give a flying fuck!”

Interesting, thought Smith, he’s obviously upset about something. Could it be that Ms. Rodgers has finally come to her senses and decided to cancel their date? That would certainly explain Jones’ mood.

Being the ever-relentless program that he was, Agent Smith continued to pry. “Jones, what’s bothering you? The reason I ask is that I cannot have a member of my core team bogged down with emotional problems.”

When Jones did not offer a reply, Smith decided to play the only hand he had left. He appealed to Jones’ bruised ego, so he lied, “You know that you are a valuable part of this team, Jones. Hell, you are one of the best agents I have.”

Shocked by his superior’s flattery, Jones stared at him in disbelief.

“Thank you sir, I think.”

Now that the mouse had taken the bait, it is time to lower the trap, Smith thought deviously.

“Jones I know that I’ve been hard on you these last few months, but I only do it to bring out your full potential as an agent When I look at you, I see myself at your age. I just want great things for you, Agent Jones.”

When Smith saw that Jones had been staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, he knew that he had a captive audience for the best performance of his career.

Confidently he continued, “I also know that you think that I am cold and unapproachable, when it is actually everything to the contrary. I want you to feel free to tell me what is bothering you, maybe I can help,” Smith offered with mock sincerity.

Jones couldn’t help but wonder, okay who in the hell are you and what have you done with Agent Smith? Could it be that I’ve been wrong about you all this time?

As he looked at Smith, Jones was filled with doubt. The head agent had been a thorn in his side for so long, how could he trust Smith now with this most personal of problems? Nonetheless Jones had to admit that he was in a quandary regarding his lustful feelings for Lara. Compared to Agent Smith, Jones was practically a fumbling novice when it came to women.

After a few moments of deliberating on the subject, he thought what could it hurt to get some advice on what to do so that this evening’s date didn’t end in disaster? Smith, after all, does have an extensive knowledge when it comes to dealing with the fairer sex. Perhaps I could benefit from the wealth of Smith’s sexual experience.

“Agent Smith…” he tentatively began.

Smiling like a predator that has just cornered its prey, Smith asked in turn, “Yes, Agent Jones?”

“I was wondering if there has ever been a time when a woman has, uh -- how shall I put this?” he asked in a self-conscious tone.

“Go on Jones, I’m listening,” Smith urged on. Yes go on, you big dolt. With every word you say, you are only tightening the noose around your own thick neck, Smith thought hatefully.

“Turned you so much that you felt as if you were going to pounce on her the minute you saw her again,” Jones blurted out, afraid that if he hadn’t said what he had to all at once, he would have never said it at all.

Jones’ last statement caused Smith to chuckle deep in his throat before he responded, “Jones, Jones, Jones. Is that all that is troubling you? I don’t blame for feeling the least bit amorous towards Lara, uh, I mean Ms. Rodgers. She did look rather fetching this morning, did she not?”

Jones eagerly nodded in agreement then said, “Then you see my dilemma! How can I possibly keep myself in control when all I want to do is …?” He cleared his throat and wondered how best to delicately express what he wanted to convey.

“…tear off her clothes and pardon me for lack of a better phrase, fuck her brains out?” Smith finished Jones’ sentence punctuating with a salacious smile.

“Precisely! What am I going to do? Lara’s expecting to see Prince Charming tonight, not Jack the Ripper!” Jones groaned with pathetic frustration.

“Well, my randy friend, there’s only one thing you can do to keep your passions in check. Find a quiet corner and jerk off,” Smith suggested casually.

“Masturbate? How could that possibly help?”

“It can help you in more ways than one. Not only will the act of self-gratification keep your lust at bay, but it will also prevent you from prematurely ejaculating when you finally do the deed with your date.

Imagine how embarrassed you would be if in all of the excitement you pop your cork before you’re ready to. Take it from me, there’s nothing worse than a dissatisfied woman in your bed. No matter how you try to make it up to her, she will never look at you the same way again.”

What Smith had just said made some sense. In his present state, there would be no telling what I could do to Lara tonight; however, if I could somehow sate my hunger for her, then perhaps I could be the perfect gentleman she expects me to be.

“Thank you, Agent Smith, for your advice. However with my heavy work schedule, I don’t know when I will fit the time in to ‘take matters into my own hands’, if you know what I mean,” Jones said worriedly.

Smith gave Jones a friendly pat on the back and offered graciously, “Think nothing of it. I’m glad I could help. As for finding the time, don’t worry about it.”

Jones watched curiously as Smith placed his hand into the breast pocket of his jacket and fished out a key. The lead agent then placed the key into Jones’ hand and said, “It’s the key to the executive washroom. You’ll have all the privacy you need to ‘take care of business’, if you know what I mean.”

Jones just stared at the key as if it were the Holy Grail, awestruck that Smith had entrusted him with it.

He then looked up and gave Smith a crooked smile, “Thank you, sir.”

Smith smiled back, completely amazed at Jones’ naïveté. This is just too easy, he thought, Jones couldn’t possibly be this dense.

“Well I’ll leave you to your duties, Agent Jones. My work here is done!” Again, he patted the shoulder of his large colleague in a friendly manner but Jones did not notice the miniscule addition of weight to the shoulder of his jacket.

“It’s the price we have to pay for being men,” Smith said jovially. “When we are aroused, it is obvious to anyone who looks at us from the waist down. With women, it is different. Therefore, it is imperative that you do this, Jones. All Ms. Rodgers has to do is look down….” He shifted his gaze downward and Jones understood him. “It is even obvious to me, you know. In addition, if she saw your state of arousal now, she would cancel your date in a second.”

“Why would she do that?” Jones could not help asking.

“What woman wants to be alone with a man who outweighs her by a hundred pounds, towers over her by more than a foot and has an erection like yours? She would be afraid of being raped, Jones. It’s as simple as that.” There, Smith thought, that argument should drive my less-than-brilliant assistant to do what I want him to.

However, should Ms. Rodgers ever have a moment of insanity and decide to sleep with Jones, I’d better curtail any thoughts he might have on consummating the matter.

“While we are on the subject of intimate matters, Jones, I should warn you to have second thoughts if there ever came a time when the two of you decided to progress to the next logical step in your relationship.” He stole a look at the confused expression on Jones’ face and was hard put not to laugh.

“Let’s examine the facts, shall we? Ms. Rodgers is a very petite woman and should be treated with gentleness and consideration, especially when it comes to having an intimate relationship with you. Look at yourself very carefully, Jones. As I mentioned, you are far taller and much stronger than she. If you ever tried to have sex with her, you would hurt her severely, if not permanently.”

He let his remark hang in the air for a moment before saying it in terms that would be clear to his colleague. “The Architect designed us as agents to be larger than most men so we would be intimidating to our enemies. Need I remind you that that applies to all aspects of our anatomy? If you end up having sex with her tonight or at any other time, you would rip her apart,” he finished cruelly. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t want to harm her in any way, now would you? I’m not saying this to be cruel, Jones; I’m saying I only have your best interests in mind.”

As he turned around to leave his underling’s office, Smith sported a smug look on his face. Before this day is over, you will be the laughing-stock of the entire agency. After today, the path will be clear for me to pursue the woman you fancy and use her for my own perverse amusement. And once I’ve tired of fucking her in every way possible, I will have the Architect sign the order to have her deleted. The best part will be when you, Jones, will be ordered to pull the trigger, and there’s not a damned thing you can do to stop me! That idiot has no idea that I planted a bug on him, Smith thought, cackling malevolently as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation of what was to come.

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Jones stood in the outer room of the men’s lavatory, staring at his reflection in the brass-framed mirror. I have to do this, he thought morosely. I can’t let things remain as they are now. As I stand here, the urge to possess Lara is quietened somewhat, but what will happen when we are alone together? What if she is dressed in something for our date that is even more revealing than she was wearing this morning? Jones groaned deeply in frustration and slammed his fist into the marble countertop.

I’ve been in here for the better part of half an hour, he thought, glancing at his watch. Soon lunchtime will be over and someone will want to use these facilities. If I am going to get this done as soon as possible, I’d better start now. He sat down on a nearby stool and took a deep breath.

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“Come on, girl,” Celia urged Lara. “We only have an hour for lunch! You need to buy something elegant and sexy for your date with Jones tonight and nothing in your closet even comes close to that! If we move our butts, we can get to that shop and back before lunch is over!”

Lara smiled, grabbed her purse and followed her friend out the door as they left the Agency building. With severe displeasure, Smith watched, via the security cameras, as the two women vacated the premises. That means she won’t hear Jones humiliating himself, he thought viciously. Speaking of which, I haven’t heard anything either. It wouldn’t surprise me if that overgrown Neanderthal hasn’t done what I told him. Idiot. If he doesn’t do it soon, he just might discover that amplifying comlink I planted on him. Just as Smith was about to seek out his associate, the unmistakeable sounds of a man moaning in the throes of full-blown lust came loud and clear over the intercom.

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Masturbating is like trying to tickle yourself, Jones thought, exasperated. You have to touch the right spot in the right way or it doesn’t work. He had been trying for almost twenty minutes to satisfy himself but was only able to obtain a semi-erect member.

Terrific, he thought despondently. Now if I can only stay like this until after my date with Lara, everything will be fine. Lara. The very thought of her and the mental mention of her name accomplished in a fraction of a second he had been unable to do up until this point: his penis was now completely hard, the surge of desire suffusing his face and zeroing in on his groin, making it ache and throb with lust.

Fine beads of perspiration formed on Jones’ upper lip and forehead and he closed his eyes, imaging that it was Lara who was stroking his manhood, not himself. Her soft touch would slide up and down his shaft, her fingers encircling his width, prolonging and heightening his pleasure with her warm, gentle hand. She would run her thumb over the tip, smearing his pre-cum over the head of his penis making it moist and slippery.

“Put your mouth on me,” Jones begged, groaning loudly as he imagined what that would feel like. Her mouth probably would not be able take his member fully inside of her oral cavity because as penis circumference went, Jones knew that he was very wide in comparison to most men Several of his past female sexual partners had complained of his size in the past with none of them being able to deep-throat him for very long.
In his fantasy, Lara was naked, wanton and uninhibited as she straddled him with his rampant penis buried deep in her mouth. He was so close to his orgasm now and in his mind’s eye, it was Lara who was driving him wild as he envisioned her enveloping his member with her mouth as his strong masculine fingers entangled themselves in her wild auburn tresses. Not wishing to gag her, his hands would reach down to caress her large breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers so that they would be hard and eager; heightening her pleasure by providing her with exquisite sensations of her own.
He growled deep in his throat as his hand moved faster and faster. “I’m almost there, I can feel it! Don’t stop, babe! Oh God, it feels so good when you suck me off!” Jones moaned loudly, his mind focused solely on his fantasy image of Lara. His member began to jerk and twitch violently within the tight sheath of his large hand as he stroked himself into a fevered frenzy. With laboured breaths, Jones moaned with pleasure as he continued to drive himself closer and closer towards the brink. The very idea of having the hot wetness of Lara’s tight little mouth sliding up and down his hard throbbing cock as he thrust inside drove him over the edge and he cried out her name as his penis spasmed uncontrollably, his semen spewing forth like boiling lava escaping from a volcano that had been dormant for too long.

The intensity of his orgasm took Jones by surprise and he rested the back of his head against the wall, panting heavily. He shook his clothes back into order so no one would suspect what he had been doing. Standing up and bracing his hands on the marble countertop, he took several deep breaths to quell the shakiness of his knees and happened to glance at his reflection in the mirror.

“Was it good for you too?” he asked himself with a wry smile. He reached over and picked up his jacket from the countertop and as he put it on, he did not notice a small electronic device dislodge itself and fall to the floor.