She heard this man move up behind her and felt him run a finger lightly down her spine to the crack of her ass. Her breath quickened and she stiffened when his finger circled and pressed against her puckered anus. She tried to pull away, but that was impossible. He chuckled and slapped her bottom, not hard, but enough to make a loud smack that rang in her ears and made her burn with humiliation.
“Now, now, is that any way to behave?” he asked, mocking her. “You must be a good girl for Daddy because Mister Snodgrass says so.”
The stranger’s finger continued its journey between Yulia’s crack to her pussy, slipping inside her tight, wet slit to probe and stroke.
She hated this humiliation, it wasn’t what she had been trained for, but yet the sensations it caused were extremely stimulating. Yulia arched her back, trying to get the finger to penetrate go deeper, but it slipped out with a damp slurp, and continued down to her clitoris. The stranger smiled as he felt her hard, swollen bud. He held his finger against it, but did not stroke or massage or move the digit at all.
Yulia was on fire; she was so desperate to be properly touched that she began to gyrate her hips against the stranger’s strong, thick finger. He laughed at her again and she stilled her hips, burning with shame. However, it was not long before once again the bound Agent began the lascivious movement once more.
“My, my,” laughed the stranger as he watched Yulia’s hips thrusting against his finger. “Did Daddy’s little girl get all excited and wet herself?”
A blush spread over Yulia’s entire body, but she was so desperate for release that she only pumped her hips faster against the finger and moaned. She frantically hoped that he would not stop, that he would allow her to orgasm, but he pulled his finger away, causing her to whimper in frustration.
“Well, my dear,” he said, “Daddy is waiting for your answer.”
“Y … yes,” she stammered.
The stranger lightly flicked her clit and said, “Yes, what?”
Yulia’s head was spinning. She knew what this pervert wanted her to say; he wanted her to call him ‘Daddy’ but she didn’t know if she could play along with his incestuous fantasy. She was trembling with both shame and desire when he flicked her clit again and she answered, “Yes, Daddy,” with a small whimper.
The stranger once again positioned his finger against her clit and Yulia recommenced her attempts to bring herself to a climax.
“Oh, such a good girl,” he crooned. “But,” he continued, pulling his finger away from her pulsating clit, “Daddy thinks you’ve had a little too much excitement for now.”
Yulia groaned with frustration and thrust her hips back, trying to regain the stranger’s finger. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Daddy, please.”
“My poor little girl,” the stranger said in a patronising tone, patting her exposed ass. He began to move to the front of the pillory, his hand gliding across her back and down to her dangling breast as he moved. He gripped the breast and rubbed his thumb over the erect nipple before he walked in front of Yulia’s face.
“If you are a good little girl for Daddy, then Daddy will give you a treat. Okay?”
“Yes … Daddy,” she replied trying to keep the revulsion inside.
“Good girl,” the stranger cooed as he wound down his zipper.
Yulia’s Apartment, The Aspen Block, 4th Street NW, Washington, DC
Yulia had been working at AI Tech for two weeks and no more communications from the Centre had been received. In fact, other than the occasional grope and inappropriate touch, she had not been asked to perform any other personal service since that night at the Crucible Club, and had actually become involved a little of the AI Tech business. It was then that she received the message.
Through her existing SIM and a new burner phone, the cryptic, multi-layered message connected Yulia to the voice …
“We know that this evening there is a celebration for the signing of the Government contract. We understand the party will be at the AI Tech offices?”
How did ‘they’ get to understand that? How did they know?
“Yes,” Yulia confirmed, “… and the entire company is invited.”
“Good. At 7:30 tonight you must find a way to go to Snodgrass’s office. You will meet your contact there and let him in …”
The SVR Agent had keys to Aaron Snodgrass’s office, whilst her desk sat in the anteroom office adjacent to his that remained un locked.
“Okay,” Yulia replied.
“Good. You will remain on guard ready to distract should there be any interruption as our Agent hacks Snodgrass’s computer and takes the information we require. Is that clear.”
“It is,” Yulia responded to the faceless voice.
And that was that.
AI Tech HQ, Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
“If I see someone coming, I’ll start talking to them, and you’ll hear me and will have more time to get out.” Those had been the words that Yulia had said to the man known only as Agent K before she let him into Aaron Snodgrass’s office.
But Agent K was taking too much time in Snodgrass’s office, time that they didn’t have.
Yulia began to nervously tap her foot on the carpeted floor, silently praying for her colleague to hurry up.
“He knows how to do this, right?” She whispered to herself, “… he should have been out already. What the hell is he doing in there for so long?”
She looked at the anteroom door behind her back and then into the hallway again, before freezing in horror!
Snodgrass had just turned the corner and was heading straight in the direction of his office. Her heart sank. “Mister Snodgrass!” Yulia called out loudly, loud enough for Agent K to hear her voice and at least try to hide what he was doing and get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Sir,” Yulia purred.
“You have?” He stopped in front of her with an inquisitive look on his face. “What can I do for you, Miss Jelic?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you since I started work here, but … never had a chance.” She was feverishly thinking of what she could possibly ask him to prevent him from going into the office, and nothing was coming into her mind.
“It’s a … personal request.” He was looking her straight in the eye, which made Yulia even more nervous. Snodgrass remained silent for some time as if appraising her behaviour, and then finally said, “Why don’t we talk about it in my office?”
She almost broke into a cold sweat. Not in the office! No!
Yulia stood motionless for longer than she should have, and she saw how her boss started to turn his head towards the door of the anteroom, which the Agent knew wasn’t locked. As soon as he sees it, they are both caught red handed.
Her hands reacted faster than her brain as she caught his face and turned him to face her, pressing her lips hard against his. She couldn’t let him turn away. She had to kiss him in the most authentic way that she could, to throw her body into his arms and to make him forget what he came here for in the first place; their success depended on that.
She grabbed his neck with both hands, clinging to him as closely as she could, covering his face with kisses, whispering that she couldn’t lie to herself anymore and that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about the things he made her do and how much they turned her on …