Hunter and the Dancer
Copyright© 2016 by Renpet
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When a low-level assignment goes off the rails, Hunter Lightfoot struggles to protect an opinionated, headstrong, fifteen-year-old girl while unraveling a conspiracy that leads all the way to the White House.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Fiction First Oral Sex Anal Sex Slow
“You’ve GOT to be kidding!”
Mike Lister sighed to himself and studied Hunter sitting across the desk from him. Hunter’s dark, intense eyes were flashing indignation, rightly so. But it was an unusual, one-off event. “It’s only temporary,” Mike informed him. “Jeff’s being recalled. His father’s been seriously injured. Wouldn’t you want the same consideration if your father was hurt?”
Hunter grunted and frowned. “There has to be someone else. How about that kid, James Pander? He’s a useless waste of space.”
“He doesn’t have the expertise, doesn’t speak the language, and isn’t familiar with the area,” Mike immediately countered. “Come on, Hunter. It’s only for ten days or so. Help me out here.”
Hunter shifted in his seat. His penetrating eyes studied Mike as if trying to read his mind. “He’d make a good babysitter. That’s all you need. How hard can it be to keep an eye on her?”
“Hunter,” Mike sighed in exasperation. “Don’t make me order you. I’m asking as a favor. Besides, you’re due for a break. This will be a good, much needed ten-day rest. Think of it as a vacation.”
Hunter stood suddenly and looked down at Mike. “Alright. You owe me, Mike.”
Mike Lister smiled to himself. As contrary as Hunter Lightfoot was, he could be trusted, and right now that’s what Mike needed. He picked up a briefing folder and held it out. “Here are the details. You’ve been booked on the American Airlines’ five-forty flight.” Checking his watch, Mike added, “You’d better get moving.”