Chapter 5

Sunday June 18

I guess I kinda lost it while I was writing last night. I’m better now. I guess I let myself believe the lie - that Paul was my boyfriend instead of my employer. I guess I can’t really be upset. If you lease a luxury car, there’s nothing to stop you from letting your friends take it out for a spin. This is pretty much the same thing: a girlfriend lease.

I just need to remember my why I’m here. I’m not Paul’s girlfriend. I’m not even really Paul’s call-girl. I’m an undercover informant for the FBI, helping to bring bad people to justice. As long as I remember that the affection is just an act, I should be able to do my job and probably even enjoy the sex along the way. Last night was my first time ever with two guys. I enjoyed it, but I should have let myself enjoy it more.

So maybe Paul will fuck me tonight, maybe he won’t. It’s his dime.

Monday June 19

Paul and I did have sex last night; tonight, too. Regular old doggy-style and pull-out.

Liz challenged me when we went over my notes today, asking if I had grown complacent. I told her no, that there just wasn’t much to report this week. She accepted my answer, but something was clearly bugging her. I did make some headway at being social with her, though. I asked if she had ever concealed a gun while wearing a dress, and she said yes. I asked how. She said the easiest way to to wear shorts under the dress, with an inside-the-waistband holster in the small of your back. She said it’s not a good option if you’ll be tangoing or if you’re expecting hugs.

That delivery guy showed up again this evening and gave Paul another thumb drive. After Paul fell asleep I found myself thinking, I wonder what Jenn is up to this time. I actually called her a slut in my head, which is pretty rich considering how I spent my weekend.

There was no video on this one. The main item was a PDF that seemed to be an insurance adjuster’s report on water damage at some office building. There were also some invoices for office remodeling, and some screen captures of a company’s Facebook page that showed off their new office.

I couldn’t figure out what the point of it all was. There certainly didn’t seem to be any connection to Jenn or Paul.

Tuesday June 20

Paul had told me to expect a package from Amazon today, so I thought nothing of answering the door when the bell rang at mid-day. No package - just Mike.

“Hey, um, if you’re not busy, I was hoping we could ... do it,” he told me.

I was about to protest - say I wasn’t sure how Paul would feel about it. I guess Mike saw that in my face because he added, “Paul sent me over. He said it would be okay.”

Okay, sure, I’ve got a new easy-going attitude about my job as an undercover prostitute. But I was thinking, Geez, Paul, at least let me know someone’s coming. You told me about a printer toner delivery but not this? But, you know, the customer is always right, and honestly Mike rocked me pretty hard last time, so I told him to come in.

Mike started taking off his clothes right away in the living room. I giggled. “Was there something in particular you had in mind?”

“I am dying to fuck you up the ass while feeling your tits, right here in front of this window,” he said. “Anal is okay, right?”

“Yeah, I’m good with anal,” I said, “but did you happen to bring any lube? We don’t have any here.”

“No. Damn,” he said.

“Do you want to run out and get some? There’s a drug store that’s a ten minute walk from here.”

“I’m on my lunch break. I can’t spare the time,” Mike explained. “Haven’t you got anything around here that would work?”

“Nothing sanitary, no,” I said. He looked like he was going to argue about it, but I gave him a look that said no. Having gone to a Catholic high school, I heard plenty of horror stories about couples who came up with creative ways to avoid keeping sex paraphernalia at home.

“What else can I do that would make you happy?” I asked, and touched his chest.

“We’ll do it straight then,” he said. “Is here good?” He asked, and sat on the living room floor.

I took my panties off under my skirt and climbed on top of him, rubbing my already wet gash against his balls. While I was doing that, I took my bra off under my shirt Mike was watching with a big smile on his face. For an instant I found myself wondering if he had any daughters. I unbuttoned my shirt but left it on.

I could feel his cock throbbing so I teased him a little, shifting my weight to bend the eager little fella toward Mike’s belly. Soon, though, I figured it was time to get started. I rose up and shimmied and wiggled to take aim, and then I slowly sank down onto Mike’s cock and let it touch me inside. Then I started rocking.

Mike immediately started squeezing my breasts. “God. Don’t ever lose these tits,” he said. I giggled even though I knew what he meant.

We fucked a little longer, smiling at each other silently, and then he observed, “You’re wearing glasses.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. I had forgotten about them. I stretched my arms over my head. I guess I did it to distract him with my boobs or something.

“I thought Paul didn’t like girls with glasses,” he observed.

“I don’t wear them around him,” I said. I changed my movement into a more aggressive circular grind, and he moaned and shut up.

After another couple minutes, Mike started getting eager. He was kinda bucking his hips up into me as if to encourage me to speed up. I took the hint and rose up a little, letting him be in charge of the grinding, and he started thrusting into me with long, faster-paced strokes. That meant I was leaning forward more, close to his face.