SecretAgentMam

    She was the best in her bussiness. That's why they sent her when thnigs started to get sticky in Oklahoma. Several arrests had been made, all of them secretly kept under wraps. If the nation found out that a handful of their beloved pop stars were moonlighting as double agents... then all hell would break loose. It was a common practice for governments to put well known names into a hat and pick one to recruit for governmental espienage. Well, common but not known by many. It broke her heart though when she had uncovered a secret sect to their little spy ring. A nest of scorpions they were. It sickened her to find that they were working for the opposition. The past few years the odd trend toward boy bands presented them with perfect fodder for agents in the making. Young, handsome, and pursuasive. Perfect for the types of pion jobs that the real agents detested. It was so easy to send them to other countries, get invited to mingle with the various dignitaries. The information they reaped cut out a lot of leg work for the main body of secret service people. But somehow, the arrests had been found out about. They had to have been for two of the accused had been mysteriously abducted. Apparently, they were recruiting these young men for more then the piddly jobs they had previously been tending. Now it was bigger stakes and they were infiltrating her country with fresh faced youngsters to use to their own means. It was purely reeking of injustice to turn red blooded americans against their patriotic duties to protect the home land of their birth. She had gotten wind of a new piece of bait in their sites. This time, she was determined to stop them. Crush out that hideous mar on the reputation of her beloved country. No, she was not going to let them get their hands on Taylor Hanson.
     It was hot and sticky, the muggy air thick in her lungs when she stepped off the plane. She grabbed her bag from the pile, thanked the captain of the private jet, and headed off to establish herself a position where she could best prevent another notch from being made in the belt of the opposing country that was trying it's hardest to jockey a position in world dominance. A determined look on her face as she neared the counter where her rented car was waiting for her under her new name.
     The streets were packed with the cars of summer joys for teenagers. She studied them, knowing that she would have to be able to walk among them soon enough. She drilled herself in her head over and over of her new personal profile. When she pulled into the lot she surveyed the surroundings. Small and bussiness like. Good good. There were clearly marked signs of surveilance. She could make use of that later on she thought as she climbed out of her car. She straightened her clothes, slapped on a show face and strode toward the door. Her eyes hidden behind her trendy dark shades she scoped out the layout. Habits were hard to break as she forced herself to smile and approach the rather sickeningly sweet looking woman behind the reception desk.
   "Hi! How can I help you?"
   "Hello, my name's Ava Howard, I have an appointment with a Mr. Hanson?"
   "Which one, do you know? There are four of them." She smiled at her. She wanted to puke.
   "Uh... I think it was a Walker Hanson." She answered as she bit back the rising bile.
   "Okay! Have a seat and I'll buzz him to let you know that you're here."
     Again she forced herself to smile and sat in a rather uncomfortable hardbacked chair. She pretended to flip through a magazine as she waited, watching the people and how they acted and reacted to their surroundings. It was a busy place for such a small bussiness. A rather tall and bulky black man yanked open the door, an equally as tall young man with a long blonde mane   and wide smile followed. She couldn't see his eyes from behind his dark sunglasses, but she new him none the less. She'd read her docier front to back and back again. Zac Hanson. Her targets younger brother and fellow bussiness partner. She watched the two disappear down a hallway and slip into a room together. She took note and continued on with her observations. A few minutes later the woman behind the reception desk spoke to gain her attention.
   "Ms. Howard? Mr. Hanson will see you now."
     She gave her a wide fake smile and followed her gestured instructions. She headed down the hallway, at the other end she spied a tall thin man, laughing flirtingly with a rather well endowed brunette as he waved about a cup of coffee in animated hand gestures. Target sighted. One Taylor Haonson. She located the door of the propper office that was to help her gain entrance into the circle to do her work. She knocked under the name plate that read 'Walker Hanson. Sr. V.P.'
   "Come in!" A cheerful deep voice called in answer. A last look to her target and she took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself for an oscar winning performance and entered the office with a painfully wide smile.
   "Hi! I'm Ava Howard, nice to finally meet you Mr. Han...son" She faltered when she lay eyes on a creature of divinity sprawled in a nearby office chair.
   "Well hello there Ava. "I'm Walker and this is my oldest son Isaac."
     The god like creature rose from his chair in seemingly slow motion, a slow smile burned into his face and his hand reached out for her. Startled she took it and thought she would die as he shook her hand with a delicate touch, his eyes meeting hers.
   "Nice to meet you." He drawled in a smooth as velvet tone that sent her spine shivering and a rush of wet between her legs.
   "Likewise." She smiled, genuinely flustered and giddy as his hand slipped from hers. Somehow she was able to contain herself from falling to her knees before him and directed her distracted attention toward his father. She shook his hand as well and she could definately see where the blonde god had gotten his sex appeal from even though his father was dark haired. This Isaac beside her barely resembled the pictures in her doccier. She resolved to kick someone's ass later for that fuck up. Suddenly, working there didn't seem like such a bad thing after all.
   "Basicly, this is just a formality. Your credentials are very impressive and we really would love for you to work with us." Walker started as he gestured her to a chair to be seated. She sat, demurely even and trained an eye on the elder just so she could keep her wits about her. He sat and so did the blonde deity beside her.
   "Well thank you, I like to think that I've worked hard to get where I am today and I must tell you I would find it an honor to work with you." She nearly gagged as she gushed falsely to him. He smiled none the less.
   "Well good then! Glad to have you aboard. I'm just gonna let Ike here show you around if that's ok? We have some people comming in to go over some contracts and I'd like to keep my head wrapped around that for now if you don't mind." He nearly begged.
   She thought it was a stroke of luck sent directly from the gods of fate. She smiled and rose from the chair as she stretched across the desk to shake his hand again. He rose and smiled at her.
   "I'd be honored and I hope you have good luck with those contracts. I suppose I'll be seeing you later then." She stated with a smile.
     Walker looked distractedly behind her then slapped a grin on his face quickly to shake her hand.
   "Thanks. Until later then..."
   "Shall we?" A whiskey soft voice cooed in her ear. She thought she would have an orgasm right then and there as he placed his hand on the small of her back, his chest close to her shoulder as he leaned to her ear. All she could muster was a nod and weak smile. He gently pushed her toward the door, opening it for her and waiting for her to pass. She looked over her shoulder, a tiny wave to the dark haired man behind the desk.
    "Later Dad." And they were out in the hall and headed down the long corridor.
     She had no clue where he was leading her... and she didn't care. As they walked he would gesture to a door or something and make a comment. She didn't hear any of it. only the sound of his voice, the cadence and the way he carried it full off his tongue. They stopped at another door.
   "And this is my office... come on in." His voice, the way he'd invited her... it was like his voice was having sex with her mind." She shivered and followed his offer to enter. He pressed close behind her as he too came into the room. It was dark, the blinds drawn and no lights on save for a small lava lamp next to the large leather couch.
   "Have a seat, can I get you anything?" She shook her head, not able to answer as she sank onto the couch he'd steered her to.
     He slid next to her, very close and his knee touching hers. His arm draped over the back of the couch as he leaned toward her some. She could smell his cologne, and that most delicious scent beneath that as well. The aroma of man. She swallowed the groan that threatened to escape. She leaned back some, trying to distance herself before she physicly attacked this man that sat before her, legs spread wide and a sexy smile laying on his wet lipped mouth. His long fingers reached out to her shoulder, just barely brushing the tips over her bare skin as they fell to the back of the seat once more. She shivered, the chill bumps he'd created spreading over her body.
   "Cold?"
   "N..no... I... just..."
   "Here..." He offered and moved in even closer to her.
     He lay his arm around her shoulders, rubbing at her bare arms, his eyes boring into hers.
   "I keep telling them that they have the air conditioning up too high."
     She was shocked and thrilled. His rough fingers against her soft skin felt heavenly, but his gaze was pure hell. She wanted him in the worst way. Her breathing was heavy and her head was spinning. When his long fingers brushed against the side of her breast she couldn't help the tiny moan that fell from her lips. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed. It was a sudden reaction to his touch and she was disoriented by it. She'd never felt that way from a mans simple touch before. Before her senses could return his lips were brushing over her throat and his mouth began to scuk at her neck.
   "Mmm...Isaac..." She softly sighed, her hands being drawn up to run through his soft curls.
     He lapped at her earlobe, nipping on it gently. His soft words were needful.
   "Lay back baby, I want you." His words making her quiver as his hand slid up under her skirt and cupped her ass.
   She couldn't resist him. She'd never in her life done anything like this but she knew too that she didn't care. She needed him. Needed to have him fill her and take her to heights of unimaginable extasy. She needed it now. As she lay back into the soft cushion of the leather couch she reached to tug at the buttons of his shirt. He moved over her, looking down at her. He lowered his head and his mouth touched hers. Their kiss was sureal. It was an explosion of lights and swirling colors that mixed with their tongues.
     His hardness ground into her mound and she moaned. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders, lapping at his strong neck, tenderly biting it. He groaned and shoved at her hips more. He rose over her, His hand reaching to the straps of her tanktop. She raised her head and flicked her tongue at his small male nipples. He grunted, his cock now rock hard and painful. He pulled her top down, exposing her breasts to his touch and taste. He lavished attention on the pert puckered nubs that thrust toward him, making her hips buck. He sucked at one, hard and long. Her fingers grabbed at his shoulders, her nails biting in at the delight he was giving her.
     He kissed her again, his hand reaching beneath her skirt once more as his nimble fingers pulled her wet panties from her. She wriggled out of them and right away he sank two long fingers into her throbbing pussy. She cried out, her back arching as he pumped the digits into her and his thumb slicked over her clit again and again and he sucked at her tit. He made her cum so hard and so fast she was left dizzy and breathless.
     He pulled his wet fingers from her hole, lapping at the sweet juices as she recovered a bit of her breathing. His eyes got dark and he took his hand from his mouth, reaching for hers that was clawing his shoulder. He guided her hand down over his chest, along his tight abs and closed his eyes as her fingers trailed over the soft hairs above the button of his jeans and dragged over the huge erection trapped in the confines of his jeans. She rubbed at him then her thumb and forefinger worked at the snap and zipper that was keeping her from what they both wanted. He helped her lay open the undone top of his jeans. Then he moaned when her fingers crawled into his boxers. She gripped him firmly, drawing him ouit. His head dropped to her shoulder as she pumped him slowly. His hips moved at her rhythm, pushing into her hand. She was ready to scream when she pushed against him, trying to get him off of her. He leaned up and looked down at her with creased brow. Surely she wasn't going ot stop. He'd die if he didn't cum.
   "I want to taste you... please...?" Her voice was small and waivered. It didn't sound like her voice to her. It was the voice of her need.
     His head throbbed with her words and he had trouble processing his needed actions, all he could think about was her mouth, hot and wet wrapped around his prick. Running on natural instinct alone, he moved off her, leaning back against the arm of the couch. She tugged his jeans down more as he lifted his hips to aid her. She pulled the heavy fabric and his boxers down over his hips. Her mouth watering at the male member standing erect before her. He leaned back and let her have more room to go down on him. She settled between his legs and lowered her mouth to the junction between his legs. With the flat of her tongue she lapped a long line from under his sac all the way to the weeping tip. Her tongue darted into his slit and snatched up the precious drops of pleasure he was oozing.
   "Fuck!" He cried, his hands tangling in the soft hair at the back of her head.
     She wrapped her hand around him firmly, stroking as she tasted of him more. She pushed his head between her lips, her tongue gliding along his length as she guided him down her throat. His grip tightened on her and it thrilled her. She sucked him long and hard, teasingly slow. When his hips began to move toward her she increased the speed of her pace. He started to pump into her mouth with a steady cadence, whipping his shaft in and out of her mouth.She gently squeezed his balls, making him thrust at her hard. She took him down her throat like a pro and he cried out with joy of it. She didn't want to waste him, she wanted to feel him inside of her, deep inside. She backed off, her mouth cruely letting him slip from between her lips. He wimpered with the loss.
   "I want more." She said with finality. He nodded, chest heaving.
      He sat up some, his hands gripping her shoulders. He kissed her, hard. Her lips tingling and swelling from the force. He pushed her easily, turning her around with her back facing him as she sat on her knees. He got to his knees behind her, pressing close to her hot body. He reached around her, caressing her heavy breasts as he tasted of the skin of her shoulder. She sighed at how good it made her feel. She could feel his throbbing hard cock pressed against her backside. She wanted it, she wanted it hard, fast and hot. Her pussy was soaking just with the thought of it. He gently lifted her hips as he moved closer to her. She reached between her legs and guided him into the proper path. The head of his cock slipped into her slick opening and they both moaned at the contact. She let her hand slip down from his shaft and cup his heavy balls as he slid the rest of the way into her. Her back arched at the feel of him so deep inside. She began to move on his lap, her hips grinding in a slow circular pattern. He moaned again into her shoulder, his mouth gently biting at her tender flesh. Then she lifted from him, his cock sliding along the length of her tight velvet walls. Slowly she lowered back down driving him inch by delicious inch into her hot pussy. Again they both moaned. He rolled and pinched her nipples as she slipped on and off his cock, their breathing galloping from the joyous sensation. Her slick walls began to tighten and he didn't think he could take it much more. He gripped her hips, guiding her to go faster. She writhed on him, driving him insane with the want of his release. He thrust up at her faster, driving her hips down at his hard shaft harder. Still she would not give him what he wanted, he wanted to feel her cum, cum hard around him.
   "Gawd I love your cock!" She cried.
     His mind was swimming he was so desperate for it. He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees as he pounded into her hips. His pelvic bone smashing into her ass over and over. She could hear the slap of his balls against flesh as he fucked her harder.
   "Cum for me baby, I need it! Please! " He begged, his wild thrusts a frenzy.
   "Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She nearly screamed her hips slamming into him.
     He leaned over her back, pistoning into her at a dead speed rate. He groped at her tits then thrust his hand between her legs and rubbed hard at her clit. He could feel her almost there and he bit at his lip in the anticipation of her throbbing walls bringing him off. He growled into her ear, his triumph of victory over her so close.
   "I know who you are and what you're doing here Tania. I won't call you Ava. Now fucking cum bitch!"
     Her eyes were wild with his words, but her body took over all sense of reality and she was hit with a tidal wave of euphoric bliss. Spasms hit her as her orgasm ripped through her, one like she had never felt before. She came so hard she was in fear of passing out as her body gripped at him.
   "Oh yeah baby! That's it! Ohhhh Taniahhhhh..." His release flooded from him and filled her with his hot milky seed deep in her cavern. He was spent and collapsed on her back. They lay for a few moments, gaining their breath, then he rolled to the side a little and brought her into his arms. He kissed her temple sweetly.
     She didn't know what to think. Everything was so out of reality for her. She never let herself get so out of control. Loosing control could often mean the difference between life and death. Now she feared she had made just that mistake and was about to face the consequences of her actions. She feared she had stumbled in her mission and now she was about to be eliminated. His breath was still a bit labored in her ear but his words were most soothing.
   "I'm your contact."
   "Oh thank god. I thought I was fucked for sure." She sighed.
   "I thought I just did that." He chuckled.
     She groaned at his joke, leaning against his shoulder as his chest shook with silent laughter. His arm wrapped around her tighter, her breasts resting over the top of it. His other hand was on her hip and he squeezed it playfully. She pushed back against him with her hips and he groaned for they were still connected. He thought maybe a second round would be fun and the more he thought about it the more aroused he got. His hand slid beneath her skirt as he gingerly turned circles around her swollen clit. Her breath hitched in her throat and her head moved aside to let him nibble on her neck and shoulder. She could feel him getting hard again and it made her moan softly.
     At that moment the door was flung open and they looked like deer caught in headlights.
   "Ike I wanna... woah!" Zac's wide eyes darted over bare breasts, tossed aside clothes and his brother in a most compromising position with a curvy blonde and his hand up her dress no less. He turned around quickly and blindly reached for the door.
   "Sorry 'bout that. Didn't know you were busy man. I'll come back later." And he shut the door.
     A moment of silence then they both broke out in laughter.
   "Maybe we'd better get dressed and take this elsewhere. Do you have a place to stay yet?" He asked   as she got up. She shook her head no and he grinned.
   "Good. Then you can stay with me." He beamed as he stood and hoisted his jeans up over his hips.
     She let him. After all, he was her contact, the man that had called her into the field for the mission in the first place. She wondered why but let it slip until they could better discuss it. He bent and picked up her panties, handing them to her he bagan to hum. She didn't think much of it. She slipped back into her underware and pulled the straps of her tank top back up as his words started to tumble out. He was just getting back into his shirt when she started to laugh. He grinned at her and sang louder. She shook her head and straightened up her clothes and hair as he sang the song 'secret agent man' but changed the lyric to 'ma'm.'
   "Your nuts. I'm afraid to ask almost why you requested me here." He grinned at her and wrapped his arms around her as he stared down into her eyes.
   "You are the best at what you do and my brother really is in danger. I had to have the best qualified agent because I love him more then life itself. I couldn't let anything happen to Tay." He explained. She nodded, understanding it so far.
   "Besides," He said with a grin. "You were my sponser when I was first enlisted, I told myself that one day I'd get to have you after I spent countless hours jacking off to the thought of you." He confessed. She looked confused then it hit her. She did remember him and now she understood why his doccier was slanted... it all added up now. And she grinned back at him as she reached up to kiss him.
   "I guess little boys do grow up. You were what fourteen? It's no wonder I didn't recognize you. My pet project when I was trying to look good to my superiors. Who would have thought that it would have actually worked." He kissed her quickly. His smile warm when she said her next words.
   "But I have to tell you Isaac. That project never would have worked if you hadn't had the talent to back it up with to begin with. Your voice was one out of hundreds that I'd chosen to explore. When I'd listened to your demo, I never knew you were so young. Somehow, setting you up with that record contract worked better then I would have thought. I'm just sorry that my project was canceled before I got the chance to meet you personally. I see the tapes were inspirational though." He chuckled.
   "Very." He said. She grinned.
   "I'm surprized that you stayed with the agency after the project was cancelled. But I'm really glad that the record deal was an added bonus. I never knew that my project resulted in Hanson. And they bitched and moaned about putting kids on record labels. Ha! You showed them didn't you?!"
   "And to think, you were one of the founders of that whole boyband agents project and you never knew the far reaching results." He said as he let her go and took her by the hand. She shrugged.
   "I was just one of many in my graduating class."
   "Yeah, well because of that most of the industry blames us for the recent pop invasion in music. You don't know how many times I wanted to stand up and scream at them about how very wrong they were!" He laughed. She chuckled too as they headed to his car.
   "Wouldn't they be surprized to hear the truth?!" She exclaimed.
     They laughed all the way down the hall and out to the lot.