"Undercover at The Swing Set"

[wickedpen]

Jenn knew her analyst clothing would not really get her into the places, she knew she would need to be, to be successful on this assignment. She went to the undercover "accessories" room where she knew she would find what she needed.

The room was part office with a wall mirror and a rack of clothes the a set of shelves with various items, like hats, purses, shoes. She found a tight white knit skirt that hugged her hips and barely covered her. She looked in the mirror and saw her conservatively comfortable panties outlined and awkward. She went and locked the door then stripped her panties off. She was barefoot with a white micro skirt..

"Fuck hot" she said looking at herself in the mirror as she held up the attractive but loose fitting blouse. She began to look through the rack of clothing and found a black clingy camisole and a white leather jacket. She took off her blouse and looked at herself in her underwire bra and knew that would not open doors. She took it off and looked at herself again now topless. She cupped her breasts which were topped with hard pink nipples.

"I forgot how hot you are" she said talking to herself a she turned and looked at her toned legs and firm ass in the skirt then up to her flat abs and 34c breasts. She pulled on the camisole which wrapped around her leaving little to the imagination.

"He won't be able to keep his hands off me" she said admiring her fit mature body. She thought of Richard, who she had spent many hours thinking about, even masturbated in the shower imagining the effort she would need to put into selling this cover. Her hand slid down between her legs for a second as her mind wondered back to the con man.

"No Jenn, you are married and this is work!" she said looking sternly at herself. She smoothed the skirt back over herself.

She pulled on the white jacket which covered her erect nipples perfectly and only came to her waist leaving her ass for all to see. She looked at herself in the mirror turning like a model. Her hair was up in a bun and would not do. She pulled the pins out and let it fall. She ran her fingers through her thick brown mane and shook it out, letting it fall over her white leather clad shoulders.

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She smiled at how hot she looked. She felt like she was back in college about to go out to get laid. She saw a make up case on the shelf and opened it. She made up her face with eyeliner and dark red lipstick. She was not slutty but definitely sexy.

She was still bare foot and her brown leather flats would not exactly work with this outfit. She thought of Steve as she looked at her boring work shoes. For an instant she was sad. She was well down the road to cheating, in the name of work but he had almost forced her into it she thought. "I mean really how does he keep his hands off this?" she said quietly looking back into the mirror.

She found a pair of short white leather boots that had an inch heel and came just above her ankle. "Perfect" she said as she slipped her feet into them. She had never had such an easy time getting dressed as everything seemed tailored for her. She stood and looked in the mirror again.

"You are getting laid tonight!" she thought as again Steve came to her mind, but this time it was the disappointment of him cumming as soon as she mounted him the chair. Then going to sleep.

"it's work" she told herself as she grabbed a white clutch and put her id, phone and some cash in. She put her those and purse into the locker that was there for that purpose then unlocked the door she had entered through but exited out a different door. This door led down a long dark hall and eventually to a door that opened onto the street behind the station. In the hallway she called a cab which was waiting for her when she walked out. She got in quickly as the few guys on the street took her in with a couple cat calls.

The cab dropped her at the bar she had met Richard at the first time. She took a deep breath as her hand reached for the door and walked into the dark bar.

She felt different and carried herself differently than before. The quiet analyst in the conservative outfits was gone and unrecognizable now. She did not look like a hooker, but nearly did. No, she was a hot lady out for a night of fun.

Walking slowly in the boots she saw Richard and let the guys in the bar get a good look as she took the seat Richard had been sitting in.

"Hey" was all she said with a small smile as Richard's mouth remained open.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"God almighty," Richard murmured with a devilish smirk as he looked Jenn over with hunger. "If I'd known the FBI had agents-- analysts, sorry ... who looked like you, I would have kept my nose clean and become a Fed instead of a con-- an entrepreneur."

He gestured her into the booth and waved to the waitress. He explained, "I already ordered us a couple of whiskeys, but ... they're not doubles. I thought maybe we should be a little less happy -- in an inebriated sort of way, I mean -- when we go in tonight."

The waitress set the tumblers before them and complimented Jenn on her jacket. After they'd exchanged some pleasantries, the waitress departed and Richard lifted his glass before him for a simple toast to a successful evening. He drained the drink, then told Jenn what he'd learned since they'd been at The Swing Set three nights earlier.

"His name is Clint Parker, not Parker something-or-other like I'd thought."

He explained that he'd returned to the Swing Set last night with one of his more frequent Swing Set plus ones. He didn't tell Jenn that this particular second half was a paid escort who sometimes worked cons with him; nor that she'd gotten the information on Parker before, during, and after their encounter together in a private room.

"He told Roxie ... that's the woman who accompanied me to the Set last night. Roxanne." He smiled at the thought that he, a con man, was paying for the time of a prostitute named after a song by The Police. "He told Roxie he was pilot for Charter One. They're a luxury jet aircraft business out of LA that ferries businessmen and silver spoon types all over the world. But when she quizzed him in her flirtatious way ... feigning an interest in flying to a warm beach some place in exchange for some ... very special compensation ... the man wasn't able to provide any details about services his company offers. So ... there's something there."

He hesitated a moment as a couple passed by the booth, then continued, "Now, don't get me wrong. Not every thing you hear in the Set is the truth. Lies there are as common as orgasms ... maybe even more so. But Roxie knows men, and I know Roxie--"

As soon as he said the last, Richard was sorry he had. In the current context, the word know could only be interpreted to mean in the Biblical sense. Ironically, Richard had never had sex with Roxanne: their relationship had been and would always be strictly business because when Richard was orchestrating a big con, he needed his big head to be in the game while his little head stayed quiet and at bay. Of course, there was no reason to hide a possible sexual relationship with Roxie from Jenn. After all, Richard had promised Taylor that he wasn't going to fuck Jenn; and Jenn was married, so it wasn't like she was fantasizing having sex with him. Right?

"And if Roxie says the man's lying," he continued, not explaining about the pair's non-sexual relationship, "then the man's lying."

They discussed the situation a moment, then Richard continued, "It's protocol for a man who's gonna fuck your date to spend some time speaking to you before hand ... so ... I managed to get a few words with Parker over at his private table. I couldn't place the accent specifically, but ... definitely Eastern European."

Richard's smile widened again as he let his gaze fall to Jenn's bosom. Her jacket had shifted just enough to momentarily reveal a swollen nipple, and his cock instantly began to harden at the thought of having it between his lips as he sucked and nibbled.

"He wants to meet you," he said suddenly, looking for a better explanation of his devilish smirk than I want to suck your titty. "Parker. He noticed you Thursday and asked if you were available. I told him not yet, but that you were working up your courage. But ... I agreed to introduce the two of you tonight."

 

[wickedpen]

Jenn is much more at ease. She is not sure if it is knowing Richard and most of what is going on or playing sexy kitten or what but she does not need the drink like last time. She sips it and smiles at the waitress when she compliments her jacket.

She takes note of all the information Richard is giving her as well as how attentive he is to her every move and when she let her jacket fall open for a second she nearly laughed when his pants seemed to jump.

"This is good information Richard. Thank you" Jenn says looking at him.

"How does it normally work at the club. What is the flow?" Jenn asks not exactly sure how to ask "do I have to have sex to be alone with Clint? DO you think he will give me any information without mounting me like a hungry bull?"

"Jesus Jenn calm down" the said to herself as her mind was well down that hall with anyone who could last longer than Steve and that was pretty much everyone. This brought her back to reality as she was an agent and married and had a life.

"OK so how will this go down?" she said as the words "go down" struck her. "What should I allow?" she asked still awkward in the role as swinger.

"Just so you know Richard I really need to make this bust." she said. She leaned across the table letting her jacket reveal her chest which hung freely as she leaned forward. "I will do what it takes" she said trying to sound like a bad ass and not a horny accountant in need of a good fucking.

"Do you think he is there now?" she asked as she leaned back and crossed her legs. After a pause staring at Richard she smiled. "Should we sell our couple status any harder tonight?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

"...do I have to have sex to be alone with Clint?"

"No," Richard interrupted without hesitation. "No-o-o ... no, of course not. Rules of the Set: participation is optional."

"DO you think he will give me any information without mounting me like a hungry bull?"

Richard's hesitation before speaking this time likely betrayed his lie. "Sure. Sure he will. Just ... take your time with him ... flirt with him ... little bit of touching ... hell, make out with him. Just ... remember that you're on the job and it's not about wanting him. It's about wanting him to want you ... and that will make him open up to you, Jenn."

"OK so how will this go down? What should I allow?"

"He's going to want to touch you," Richard began. He gave a detailed description of what Parker would want and expect from her, then tempered it with, "Just remember that until and unless we both give permission ... you're not considered available. Parker may get past some of the rules ... about who he can bring in as his partner ... about reserving a booth with a prime view night after night ... other such stuff. But he can't have you unless I let him."

"Just so you know Richard I really need to make this bust," Jenn told him with a serious tone. "I will do what it takes."

Richard smiled, just a bit. He recalled the kiss from Thursday night, almost feeling Jenn's lips upon his, her tongue on his, her body pressed against his. He'd enjoyed it greatly, though he'd felt a little bit guilty letting her ease her inhibitions with so much alcohol. Richard believed that Jenn would do all it takes. His fear -- and, simultaneously, his hope -- was that she would do things that would violate her vows to her husband. Steve? he though he recalled.

"Do you think he is there now?"

Richard looked to his phone's clock and answering, "Not yet. But, we should be there before he is anyway, so..."



Ten minutes later they were in The Swing Set, holding each other close as they did their last visit. Richard sat on a stool, facing the lounge; Jenn leaned back into his groin, between his opened thighs. He did his best to keep her firm ass from pressing against his more-often-than-not-stiff cock, but occasionally as they moved about, it couldn't be helped. Richard's hands occasionally roamed over Jenn's belly and upper legs, even caressing to the meeting of her thighs at times.

"You're not wearing panties," he whispered into her ear when he round no waist bands. He nibbled on the lobe, adding, "I'm thinking you like being in-character maybe?"

The two of them were pretending to watch tonight's offerings with an eye on picking out Jenn's first play thing. But in reality, the two of them were picking out one man or woman after another so that Richard could tell her what he knew about them. They came up with another three people of interest: they each either had secrets that went beyond their taboo leanings or were simply ... not the typical Swing Set type.

There were more introductions to new faces, and more conversation with couples and individuals to whom Richard had introduced Jenn the last visit. On occasion, Jenn turned to face Richard and they kissed again. He truly enjoyed having her mouth on his, but the lower blood alcohol level of both of them made things different than they were last time.

"He's here," Richard told her after they'd spent an hour or so. Parker eyed Jenn intensely as he entered, walking right up to the pair of them. The two men took hands as Richard said, "Let me introduce my friend, Jenn."

Parker moved a bit closer to the Fed, reaching out for her hand as he smiled and introduced, "Very nice to meet you, Jenn. Most people call me Parker. But you..."

He held her hand in an intimate fashion, letting his thumb caress inconspicuously across the back of her hand as he said suggestively, "...but you ... you can call me Clint ... and call me as often as you wish."

Richard laughed, reaching out to playfully pull Jenn's hand back as he said, "Okay, you smooth talker."

Parker laughed as well, but it was obvious he was feigning any enjoyment in interacting with the male half of the couple. He half turned, took Jenn's left hand, and said, "Please! Join me. I have a reserved booth in the back. Please."

 

[wickedpen]

Jenn was in heat after an hour of leaning into Richards thighs with her ass covered in a thin sheen of nylon. And oh yes, she had felt him, hard and interested as she had shifted. She made mental notes of the people Richard told her about unless he was breathing into her ear. When he did that she had to concentrate on just standing in her cute little boots.

Her outfit had brought out all the eyes from the last time she had been to the club and a lot more. She was soaking up the attention and by the time Parker came in she was in overdrive.

"I am going to fuck Steve until he fights me off if I get home this horny" she thought to herself as she applied more lipstick in the ladies room.

"Looking good" one of the woman from the first night said as she slid up next to her at the counter in the bathroom. Jenn looked at her through the mirror and smiled.

"Not looking bad yourself" she responded as her eyes slid down the older woman's pretty face to her low cut blouse and ample cleavage.

The woman's hand slid to Jenn's ass sending an exciting shiver though her body. "I would love to take you to the back" the woman breathed into her ear, then moved away and applied a punk lipstick to her thin lips as she glanced at Jenn through the mirror.

Jenn did something she had never done, she slid her hand to the woman's ass and leaned to her ear. "You are close to the top of my list" letting her tongue touch her ear lobe. The woman's hand grabbed Jenn's as she moaned with pleasure at Jenn's words.

Jenn stepped behind her and walked out feeling on fire. She was hotter than she ever felt and from the looks in the club, she looked it. She returned to Richard and gave him a kiss, a real passionate kiss and relished his hands nearly as low as the woman's had been before.

Jenn hugged Richard and saw the woman walk to a booth nearby and wink to her. She sat in the booth with an older man who raised his glass to Jenn with a big smile. They were both pushing sixty but looked fit and dressed immaculately. Jenn smiled back then turned and took her place between Richard's thighs.

Jenn had never been with a woman. She had kissed roommates in college but it never went anywhere else. She did not fantasize about them but this older woman did something for her.

As Jenn settled back against Richard he whispered "You're not wearing panties, I'm thinking you like being in-character maybe?" She bought herself some time buy wiggling her ass playfully against Richard's cock before answering.

"Panty lines are a turn off and I need Parker to on right?" she said not responding to the accusation of enjoying her assignment.

Sipping her drink Jenn could have easily forgotten this was work, and she was married and happily wandered down the hall and let whatever happen happen. Then Richard's words "He's here.." shocked her back into reality.

Jenn's heart raced and nerves were on fire as the entourage approached.

"Let me introduce my friend, Jenn." Richard said after handshakes. Jenn felt like he was offering her up like "want a cigar?"

"Very nice to meet you, Jenn. Most people call me Parker. But you..." Parker said as his personality melted Jenn where she stood. He was everything Steve was not and magnitudes more dangerous than Richard. "...but you ... you can call me Clint ... and call me as often as you wish."

His accent and the body guards surrounding him and even his aftershave filled Jenn with excitement.

"Well Clint, it is very nice to meet you" Jenn said as she watched the man lift her hand with his own confident strong but soft hand, nearly pressing his lips before Richard intervened.

"Okay, you smooth talker." Richard said as Jenn swooned. Parker was older and not in great shape from the way his suit hung but the danger was the thing.

"Having sex with someone you are busting can be intoxicating" she had read in a cheesy detective novel back in college and now she was learning that was true.

Jenn knew when men were pretending to be nice. She could read men and Richard was clearly out of his league here.

"Please! Join me. I have a reserved booth in the back. Please." Parker offered holding out his hand invitingly. Jenn remembered the Godfather quote "I will make him an offer he cannot refuse."

"Sound fun" Jenn beamed at Richard. Was she being too aggressive, too easy? She was dressed like a woman ready for some action and Parker was clearly interested. "What do you think hun?" she said to Richard using the same pet name she used with Steve. Richard's hand cupped her ass behind her back where Parker could not see. Jenn loved it. She felt no fear or concern. She felt something she had not felt for a long time, wanted. Physically sure, but that was what she needed. She knew Steve loved her and would do or put up with almost anything she did, but he did not make her feel wanted with his weekly quick missionary intercourse. This assignment had rekindled the feeling she had suppressed with her marriage. She wanted to be wanted and these men clearly did.

She leaned her hip into Richard's crotch and felt he was not as hard as he had been. She looked at him wondering "why? is he scared?" but she kept in character.

"Clint seems like fun" she said smiling at the man as his bodyguards looked at Richard like he better do what the man wanted or he would be hurting.

"You are not getting cold feet are you?" she whispered in his ear. Then she looked at Clint and asked "where is your date?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Richard watched the interaction between Clint Parker and Jennifer DeSuza, and he began to realize that she was really getting very good at this undercover thing. Or ... was she warming up to the whole swinging concept. Even better question was this: did Richard care? Could she do her job and uncover this terrorist plot while also enjoying her time crying out in ecstasy to the feel of strangers' cocks exploring her depths?

Richard knew he shouldn't be thinking of such things. Oh, of course, he wanted Jenn so badly that his cock currently ached from the extra masturbatory abuse it had taken over the past two days with images of the analyst in his mind. But, this went far beyond getting laid: FBI Special Agent Taylor held Richard's future in her hands, and that future dictated that Jenn's more personal places stayed out of Richard's.

Still ... he wouldn't be violating his I won't fuck Jenn pledge if he let someone else do it.

He felt the woman lean into his crotch again, pressing against his now only semi-erect cock. She said to him with a smirk, "Clint seems like fun ... You are not getting cold feet are you?"

"No, of course not," Richard responded, reaching down to very intimately cup one of Jenn's butt cheeks. Looking to Clint as he urged Jenn away from the bar, he said, "It'd be a pleasure to join you..."

Richard hesitated before he finished, unsure if Parker's invitation to call him Clint had extended to him as well as it had to Jenn. He decided not to test the waters, though, finishing, "...Parker."

For his part, Parker did not correct Richard. The man's attention shifted fully to Jenn as he took her hand and slipped it into the crook of his elbow as he began leading her toward the private booth. Richard hesitated, watching them slip slowly away. Suddenly he felt like a third wheel.

"Where is your date?" Jenn asked Parker.

"Close," the man said, his accent evident even in one word responses. He looked off toward the booth where a very leggy, very beautiful, very erotic appearing woman was already sitting, holding a champagne flute out before her as one of the body guards filled it from a bottle that Jenn would later learn was part of Parker's private reserve held in the Swing Set's wine cellar. "Her name is Cleo ... I think."

He chuckled as he shifted his position with Jenn to ascend two steps down from the bar level to the dance floor, through which they would travel to get to Parker's booth. He leaned in close to Jenn as he told her, "I believe it is abbreviated from Cleopatra. I have never knew a woman other than the original to be known as Cleopatra. Have you?"

Parker listened to Jenn's response, then as they stepped up close enough to the booth for his date to here, he laughed and said without concern for his date's reaction, "Cleopatra ... Cleopatra...! I think, maybe ... she just wants to play with my snake ... yes?"

His date laughed with Parker, giving him a seductive up and down glance as she patted the seat next to him. With an even more dramatic accent -- this one Scandinavian, perhaps Swedish -- she responded, "Of course, I do, Clint. And a big snake it is. Uh ... how do you say ... python?"

She laughed as she looked directly into Jenn's eyes with a devilish smirk as she added, "Too big for me. Perhaps you, uh, ass-ist ... help ... help tame the beast, uh... ?"

It was obvious that the woman was fishing for a name from Jenn, and Parker quickly made introductions. He led his now expanded entourage into the private area. He gestured Jenn to sit such that he could sit between the two woman, then very intentionally gestured Richard to sit on the other side of Cleo despite the fact that there was room for him next to Jenn. Richard was about to take the proper place but got a hard glare from the bodyguard standing nearby.

"Please," the leggy northern blonde said, again patting the couch as she eyed Richard. "Sit with me. Clint tells me good story of you, yes?"

"Good stories," Parker agreed, his ears concentrating on what Cleo was saying while his eyes were concentrating on what Jenn's curves were doing. Without hesitation, he laid his nearest hand upon Jenn's thigh: the ball of his palm lay upon the hem of her skirt while the tips of his fingers were threatening the inner curvature of her leg just enough to be inappropriate, considering that the new swinger's second half still hadn't made it clear that Jenn was available for some good times with new people. With his poor English and heavy accent showing itself even more obviously now that he was comfortable, Parker said just loud enough for Jenn to hear, "I am learned that you are new to scene ... and ... I wish you know..."

His fingers slipped just a hair more into the crevice between her thighs as he finished, "...I pleasure to join you in this new adventure if you permit."

Meanwhile, on the far side of Parker, out of his view but well within Jenn's, Cleo was already engaged in her assigned task for the evening, which was to keep Richard occupied while her employer made his move. Cleo had turned and positioned herself in such a way that her face was only inches from Richards, and -- even more obviously than was Parker's -- her hand was between the conman's legs, her long fingers and sharp nails digging into the meat of his thigh as, over the moment to come, they would conspicuously make their way upward toward his groin and family jewels.

Richard was feigning total interest in the flirtatious blond escort, but his frequent glances were at Jenn as he began to worry about what might happen next.

 

[wickedpen]

Things moved faster than Jenn imagined and now with Richard out of reach and Clint's fingers under the extremely high hem of the skirt Jenn was somewhere between freak out and orgasm.

Jen shifted pulling her hips away from the curious hand of Clint which remained on her thigh but lower.

"Yes I am new to some of this" she said. "I like to know a little more about people before I get to know them intimately" she said loud enough for Richard and Cleo to hear. Cleo paid no attention focused on Richard.

"So Clint, what do you do other than beautiful women?" Jenn asked taking a drink of the delicious champagne flute that appeared in front of her. "You certainly have a good seat" she continued looking out at the people dancing and writhing with the deep bass beat. Her eyes returning to Cleo who was clearly fr under the table into Richard's lap she suddenly felt jealous.

"Do you like to watch?" Jenn said not looking at Clint, "... girls dance?" she finished as her question brought Cleo's attention from Richard's lap.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"So Clint, what do you do other than beautiful women?"

Parker laughed loudly at the double entendre. He attempted to casually return his fingers to their previous intimate positioning on Jenn's thigh but she wasn't having any of that, moving in such a way as to block him without appearing as if she was blocking him.

"I own a plane ... a fleet of planes," he said proudly, "and I fly beautiful people all over the world. Fun for all is motto. Motto is word, yes?"

He gestured to one of the club's waitresses, asking for two more bottles of his champagne before turning his attention back to Jenn. He said in a more seductive tone, "You ... you beautiful people. You fly with me one day. Soon, yes?"

Again his fingers made an attempt to get more n between her thighs as he turned to look to Richard. "And you my friend. You must fly, too. Not go without my new friend Richard."

"Of course, I'd love to, Parker," Richard said, trying to hide from his words the effect of the hand that was now actively kneading his erection out of the FBI analyst's view. "I'm sure we could make some time in--"

But Parker had already turned his attention back to Jenn as she said, "You certainly have a good seat."

"Booth ... is private booth, for me ... me and friends," Parker said, again proud of himself. He looked out upon the crowd and all that surrounded them, continuing, "I give money ... invest in club. Booth ... booth is mine now. Always."

A bodyguard slipped up behind the curved bench seat to whisper something into Parker's ear. He nodded to the man, saying only, "Yes. Make happen."

He turned his attention back to Jenn, apologizing, "Please forgive. I no more do business while making pleasure with you."

They chatted a bit more, then Jenn asked, "Do you like to watch...? ...girls dance?"

Parker's lips spread in a devilish smirk before he sat back a bit. He glanced over his shoulder toward Richard but also caught sight of Cleo's reaction. He leaned in closer to the leggy blonde, whispering to her in something Richard heard but couldn't interpret. Cleo stood, slipped between the generous gap between the table and the bench seat, and offered a hand out to Jenn.

 

[wickedpen]

Jenn was flying wihtout a net at this point. Leaving Richard with Clint was probably a bad idea. Dancing with Cleo was probably a bad idea. But Cleo was amazing, Jenn thought and as she took the tall blonde's hand she moved out onto the dance floor with her. They began to dance and Jenn tried to have a conversation with the statuesque blonde.

"How well do you know Clint?" "Do you come here often?" "Do you like Richard?" all went on deaf ears as Jenn watched Cleo dance erotically and soon was grinding her backside against Jenn's thighs. The men on the dance floor watched but did not approach the women who were now glistening with perspiration and clearly enjoying themselves.

The DJ slowed the music and Jenn started to turn before Cleo grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slow dance.

"Clint is a bad man, you better know what you are doing?" Cleo said in nearly perfect English, throwing Jenn off balance. She felt Cleo's hands on her hips as she had her hands interlaced behind the tall models neck. They swayed back and forth looking at each other and glancing at the booth.

"What do you mean?" Jenn asked with a smile.

Cleo pulled Jenn tight and whispered "You better give him what he wants or your friend may not come home tonight" she said sharply in her ear.

"Is that why you are here?" Jenn asked as they separated a bit.

"Don;t worry about why I am here girly" her Scandinavian accent came back. "I just want to have fun!" she said and danced back to the table and pulled Richard out on the dance floor as the music came back up.

Jenn returned to the booth.

"She is quite a dancer" Jenn said then leaned into Clint's ear and asked "did we look good together?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

While Parker's attention was entirely on the two sexy women dancing erotically against one another's bodies, Richard's was divided between the sexy pair and the man sitting just beyond arm's reach. Richard was convinced that Parker was dirty in some way, but he wasn't certain that it had anything to do with terrorism.

"You lovers, yes?"

Richard was caught off guard by the question, partly because Parker's eyes never left the women as he asked the question. Contemplating the various ways to respond to the inquiry, Richard simply answered, "Yes."

"You play," Parker continued. By play, he meant swing, of course. And it wasn't a question: it was a statement.

"Yes. I do."

"And the beautiful Jenn?" This time it was a question. Parker turned his attention to Richard for the first time since the girls had hit the floor a song and a half ago. "She play...? With me? You permit."

Again, more of a statement than a question, Richard thought. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and noticed that not one but two of Parker's bodyguards -- who generally remained their positions down away from the private booth area -- had ascended the steps and were eying Richard directly.

And for the first time since he'd become a member of the Swing Set, Richard found himself afraid to give a negative answer. Yet another rule of the club was No means no, just as with out in the world beyond this very interesting place. And yet, suddenly, Richard began to feel as though No means think about it ... and try your answer again.

"I don't think she's ready for that yet, Parker," Richard said with a polite smile.

He glanced out at the women and realized that the pressing of female flesh and the wandering of hands over personal places was not supporting his claim. He looked back to Parker, contemplating the least objectionable course for Jenn herself. Richard was supposed to be her protector, not her pimp. If he'd been here with Roxie or one of his other more amenable female associates, Richard would have provided Parker the necessary condoms and lube. But Jenn...? Fuck, she was a Fed. And she was married!

He couldn't give Parker an affirmative answer. Yet, to keep the FBI analyst-turned-agent going in the right direction, Richard had to offer the man something. He looked back out to the floor, seeing how much fun the two women were having flirting, caressing, grinding, and groping.

"Perhaps..." Richard began, contemplating the offer before looking back to Parker, whose gaze was set firmly on his, awaiting an answer. Fuck, Richard thought before he continued, "Perhaps I could speak to my friend about going to a Looking Glass with your friend?"

The hard expression on Parker's face eased a bit, his lips spread a bit, and he said, "Your friend go?"

"I can't guarantee anything, of course," Richard said, realizing that his heart beat at sped up as the offer continued. Was it because he feared Jenn wouldn't agree to what he was proposing ... or that she would?

The Looking Glass rooms were just another one of the Swing Sets offerings. They were a two room affair. The first appeared as if a small bedroom: they included a king sized bed, several differently shaped chairs, a small but solid kitchen table, a desk, and a full sized bureau dresser with large mirror on the wall. All of the items in the room were intended to offer a variety of places in or on which fucking and sucking could occur. And because most of the Set's members didn't bring their toys with them, the eight drawers of the bureau were filled with every thing from condoms and lubes to cuffs and ropes to whips and gags and so very much more. (The only rule with the shared toys was that anything that came out of a drawer was left out of the drawer -- whether used or not -- so that they could be properly cleaned and disinfected afterwards.)

The mirror above the bureau -- the looking glass -- was the link between this room and the one adjacent to it. The mirror was a one way window, behind which authorized members could watch those in the bedroom have their fun. The bedroom was free to any member who possessed a key card, which included both Richard and Parker. The viewing room, however, required both a club key card and the swipe of a credit card, to which a fee of $300 per person would be assessed. (The Swing Set's amenities didn't come cheap.)

Suddenly, the women were back. Cleo urged Jenn down between the two men, taking her previous seat. Richard was happy for that initially, thinking that he would now be nearer to their private conversation. But just as quickly as Jenn had dropped into the bench seat, he was being urged out of it by Cleo. She spoke to him in her Scandi language, then repeated in English, "Dance with me. I need a man against me."

Richard was hesitant but followed the tall blond out toward the floor.

Jenn spoke into Parker's ear, "She is quite a dancer ... did we look good together?"

"Beautiful," he slid his hand to her thigh again, trying to get it as far between them as she would allow as he whispered back. Without delay, Parker put his mouth close to Jenn's ear, asked if she knew what a Looking Glass was, and when she told him no Parker fully explained one. When he finished, he pulled back to look into her eyes, saying bluntly, "I go Bahamas on Tuesday. You do for me ... Looking Glass, with Cleo ... I take with me Bahamas." Then, as if an after though, he added with a reluctant tone, "Richard, too ... if Jenn wish."

 

[wickedpen]

Jenn gulped the champagne which was refilled as quickly as she put it down by the attendant.

Parker's hand nearly reached it's target before Jenn could shut her vice like thighs. She said nothing but felt his fingers squirm between her hardened muscles.

"Looking glass huh? I guess me and Cleo were hot huh?" Jenn asked smiling at Clint as he nearly drooled fighting his natural urge to take what he wants. Jenn looked out at Richard thrusting his hips into Cleo's and her face showing her pleasure. She then leaned over putting her hand on Clint's thigh and her lips to Clint's ear and said "I have never done it with a woman before, but Cleo is very hot. Let me think about it..." her breathe filled his ear and head as his face seemed to show a wave of intoxication coming over him.

Jenn continued bouncing in the booth to the music having rediscovered so many things she had given up when marrying Steve. Music and dancing was one of those things Steve was not into. Jenn was feeling so good, between the champagne and the music and Cleo who exuded sensuality and the men fighting powerful primal urges for her, holding everything back but their gaze.

"Oh the Bahamas sound fun!" Jenn responded to Clint's offer. "I could use some sun" she said pulling her jacket back and showing him her full rack topped with stiff nipples under the camisole. She threw the jacket over the back of the booth and bounced for his eyes. He was used to beautiful women but Jenn was different. She was natural and real. Cleo was gorgeous but there was a lot of work put into it. Jenn had a natural zest for life.

Jenn leaned back over, this time placing her hand higher on Parker's thigh and asked "what do I need to do in the looking glass for that ticket to the Bahamas?" she asked breathlessly. She felt him raise his hips unconsciously as though thrusting himself. "Is there a looking glass there? Would Cleo come with us?" she asked aching to grab his cock, so turned on with the situation and amazing foreplay conversation. "Maybe we should watch Richard and Cleo?" she breathed into his ear and subtly brushed her breast against his chest.

Jenn was attracted to Parker as his cologne mixed with his strong musky scent and his powerful personality. She had to keep reminding herself she was working and he was a suspect. Jenn brought her free hand up to his open shirt and ran her finger under a heavy gold chain he wore.

"This is heavy" she said letting her finger feel it's weight while brushing his hairy chest. "You have so many nice things. You must be a powerful man." she said having moved nearly against him without noticing. He could have leaned over and kissed her, her lips were that close as they looked into each others eyes. Letting the moment last just long enough she leaned back and took a drink of her champagne. The moment was gone and Clint Parker ached more than ever for sweet Jenn.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Once again, Richard's attention appeared to be focused solely on the leggy blonde with whom he was grinding on the floor. But quick glances back at the booth let him keep tabs on Jenn and the man who wanted to badly to either have his own mouth on the analyst's pussy or to watch Cleo put hers there instead.

Richard was seriously beginning to worry that perhaps the temptations of the Set were simply too much for Jenn to avoid. He could still feel the woman's lips upon his, from that first alcohol fueled, tongue thrusting one of two days back to the less passionate ones of this evening that had still caused his cock to rise and fall like the tide on a high speed video camera.

But he was progressively becoming conflicted with where his concern lie. Was he worried that Jenn would lose control of her desires, and thus lose focus on her assignment? Or ... was he jealous that perhaps another member of the Set would have the pleasure of being Jenn's first lover after her husband?



"You have so many nice things," Jenn told Parker, lifting her flute of $400 a bottle champagne to her lips once more. "You must be a powerful man."

He contemplated his answer for a moment, while his gaze wandered about the beautiful brunette's bosom. He mused aloud, "Power ... power is a relative things, no? A husband, he have power over his wife. But he, too ... his boss have power over he ... and boss...? His boss over him ... and government, have power of this man. Even government ... it have power, but ... what of men who power over government. Government ... is only people, no? You Americans, you say ... Of people ... by people ... for people, no?"

He leaned forward to retrieve his drink, but his real goal was to simply and conspicuously look down into Jenn's impressive cleavage before leaning back again and smiling to her. He sipped at the bubbly, then continued with a suggestive tone, "Other American, uh ... saying ... proverb...? Put money where mouth is ... no?"

His smile widened as if he knew a secret. Luckily, when in the company in a beautiful woman and a good bottle of champagne, Clint Parker wasn't very good at keeping his secrets. He'd been warned about this weakness in the past, by people who'd been amazed that a man who talked so openly about things that should remain hidden could rise to such heights of power and wealth.

"I have business in ... Big Apple ... Tuesday," he said. He gave her figure one more once over before saying, "You go Looking Glass with Cleo. Enjoy. She let you enjoy. Good at let other woman enjoy. Then ... you go New York with me. See big building ... Empire State, yes? Go dinner. I take shopping..." Again he took in her bosom and those fucking obvious nipples. He added, "... spend many money on you."

He looked away from Jenn and smiled at an upward angle, and no sooner did Jenn turn to look that direction than Cleo leaned in, took the bureau employee's face in her hands, and pressed their mouths together in what the blonde hoped would become a passionate, erotic kiss.

"We go to Looking Glass room now?" she asked, grasping Jenn's hand and urging her to her feet. She licked her lips suggestively before saying, "I make you scream?"

 

[wickedpen]

As surprised by the quickness of the events, Jenn was even more turned on. She had fantasized about being with another woman, but Cleo was amazing. She was a supermodel and her kiss was magical. Jenn floated out of the booth as Parker's offer of a trip to NY seemed to dissipate into the body rocking bass of the club. She could taste Cleo on her lips and her tongue was like hot velvet as it brushed Jenn's lips.

Jenn glanced at Richard and smiled as Cleo took her new play thing into a hallway Jenn had not noticed before.

 

[HornyDog2017]

As they proceeded down the hallway, Cleo stopped the pairs' progression and pinned the two inches shorter Jenn against the wall, engaging her in another wet, erotic kiss before saying, "We wait for boys."

A moment later, Parker passed them, stopped at a door with a green light over a card scanner, and swiped his AmEx through it. He entered, followed quickly by Cleo who had Jenn's hand firmly in hers, and finally Richard taking up the rear. Inside the room, Cleo gave Parker a soft but erotic kiss on the lips, thanked him for Jenn, as if the man had given her a diamond necklace or fur coat. The tall blonde shooed the boys away, and waited for them to disappear through a second door -- the watching room -- before she turned back to Jenn with a delighted expression on her face.

"You let me please, yes?" she said in her heavy accent as she reached to the middle of her back to pull down on the zipper there. "Please you, Jenn, yes?"

A moment later, her tight fitting dress fell away to the floor, revealing a body that so many forms of media told women they should strive to have and told men they should strive to touch. A tiny, semi-sheer thong showed off the smooth-as-a-baby's-butt waxing of her groin, and -- now undressed -- the four inch heels she'd been able to dance as if wearing flat deck shoes made her long, sleek legs look even more so of both.

"Me see...?" Cleo asked as she stepped closer to Jenn, obviously wanting to see the other woman as scantily clad as she now was. "Let see beautiful body...?"

 

[wickedpen]

This was all happening so fast Jenn's head spun. Cleo's kiss was amazing, her body was amazing and the newly discovered desire for another woman was more intoxicating than the champagne she had been drinking. When Cleo kissed her in the hallway, everything disappeared into this black hole of desire. Jenn's hands found Cleo's hips and slid around to her back. Her tongue had touched Jenn's and Jenn had liked it. Jenn kissed other girls but it was never as directly erotic, essential foreplay for what was to come.

Jenn thought she as going to cum with the sound of the zipper sliding down Cleo's supple back. The back Jenn had briefly felt with her fingertips. When the dress fell away revealing the supermodel Jenn became almost self conscious of her own body. "Nothing compares to this" she thought taking in this creature.

"Me see?" took Jenn by surprise as it took her a moment to understand. Then Jenn smiled and looked around the room. "It's now or never" she thought. There was no escape without ruining her chances to learn more about Parker or what was immediately on Jenn's mind. learn more about Cleo.

Jenn smiled and peeled the camisole up revealing her toned pale abs and then her perfect tits topped with small brown rock hard nipples. Cleo had seen to that with her kiss. Jenn continued up pulling the sheer black material up and over her hair which fell down her naked back. She stood in her skirt and boots.

She stepped towards Cleo as the two women stared into each other's eyes. There was electricity between them as the blatant sexual desire they shared seemed to pull them together. Cleo reached out and gently cupped Jenn's breast and smoothly rolled her nipple between her long fingers.

Jenn moaned with her touch and then raised her own hand to Cleo's breast. They were about the same size but Cleo being taller hers seemed smaller. Jenn mimicked Cleo's movements and Cleo moaned as Jenn had done.

Cleo brushed her knuckles down Jenn's abs to her skirt and slid her finger under the elastic and playfully pulled at it.

Jenn stepped forward and kissed Cleo on the neck then up to her ear where she whispered "I have never been with another woman." Jenn's hands slid around the woman's ribs to her back then down caressing her toned ass.

They put on quite a show. Jenn had not been performing, at least not for anyone but Cleo and was more turned on than she had ever been. She managed to try to maintain some semblance of her original goal here by sighing "how well do you know Parker?" using his last name was awkward and sounded unusual but Cleo's fingers now had the nylon skirt down to Jenn's thighs. Jenn's hands traced the thong from her hips down her baby soft ass to the tops of her thighs bringing a sigh from Cleo.

Jenn fearing her question had been awkward said "I want you so much" which was the most truthful thing she had said in a long time. She looked up and kissed Cleo's mouth letting her tongue slip between her thick Scandinavian lips which suckled it in. The kissed and teased each other's skin with their fingertips like professional porn actresses.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Beyond the glass in the room that would remain darkened, to ensure that the men were watching the women and not vice versa, Richard was already wanting so badly to rush back through the connecting door and sink his cock balls deep into Jenn. Though he wouldn't contemplate on it until later, it never even occurred to the conman to want to fuck Cleo: all Richard wanted right now was to cause pleasure within and take pleasure from the Bureau analyst now nearly naked on the other side of the glass.

Richard had, of course, watched women together, both here in one of the Looking Glasses and in the other various private and public (orgy) rooms provided by the Set. But he'd never been so fucking horny to be involved as he was right now. Sitting to Parker's left, Richard wanted so desperately to open his pants and beat off like a madman, spewing his load all over the transparent surface before him.

Then ... he reminded himself that his purpose here wasn't to get off. How the hell did they end up here after just two visits to the Swing Set? Fuck, Taylor was not going to be happy about this at all. Of course, Richard wasn't about to report this to the Special Agent. But ... would Jenn?



"I have never been with another woman."

Cleo's answer to Jenn's confession was to kiss her passionately again before whispering, "I have. I take care of you."

They continued kissing, caressing, and stripping. It was part show for the boys and part pleasure just for themselves. Then Jenn asked, "How well do you know Parker?"

Cleo pulled her face back a bit, enough to focus on Jenn's face. She studied her a moment with a serious expression, then smiled again and kissed the other woman. She only answered, "Not well."

After more erotic behavior, the other woman told Cleo, "I want you so much."

Cleo pulled her face back again, took Jenn's hand, and moved up onto the bed, leading the other woman with her. She urged her to lay down in such a way that Jenn was on her back in full view of the one-way mirror while she herself was on her side on the far side of the analyst. The passion continue, moving on to Cleo taking one, then the other nipple into her mouth as her hand cupped the firm breast.

"I something have to tell," Cleo whispered seductively in her broken English between more kisses to Jenn's lips, "but no react. Boys watching."

She moved a knee between Jenn's, pressing her thigh hard into the woman's pussy as she leaned in to kiss and suckle and more with lips, tongue, and fingers. She didn't speak again until her head had casually moved to hide Jenn's face from the glass through which the men were watching; and at the same time the hand not supporting her weight over Jenn caressed its way up the brunette beauty's body to suddenly grip the analyst tightly around the throat. In perfect English with no sign of her feigned accent, Cleo whispered, "I know you're a Federal Agent, Jenn ... if that's your name."

She squeezed her hand threateningly around Jenn's throat, not enough to cause her any damage or choke her into unconsciousness but definitely enough to make it known that she was being serious. She pulled her face back to see Jenn's reaction, then continued in her perfect English, "I don't know what you want from Clint Parker ... but I know what I want. And you're not going to fuck me out of it. So ... you're gonna play along now ... you're gonna let me make love to you like no one ever has ... like no woman ever has ... then you're gonna make love to me ... then you and your partner Dick....!

She leaned in and kissed Jenn, to continue the show, then continued, "You're going to meet me tomorrow at noon at Crater Cupcakes ... and we're gonna come to an ... understanding ... that will get us both what we want..."

She tightened her grip around Jenn's throat before asking, "Understand?"

 

[wickedpen]

Laying back on the bed Jenn was flying. Her head was spinning as this beautiful woman and knowing two men were watching them. Cleo's thigh pressed between her legs met with hips grinding up against it like a cat against a scratching post.

"Oh god" Jenn sighed as Cleo's lips closed on her nipples and sucked them perfectly.

Cleo's words " you're not going to fuck me out of it. So ... you're gonna play along now ... you're gonna let me make love to you like no one ever has ... like no woman ever has ... then you're gonna make love to me ..." were intimidating and erotic all at once. Her head flipped between FBI agent and insanely horny woman under the lips of another.

Looking up at Cleo as her long fingers tightened around her neck Jenn rocked her hips up and with one quick roll was on top of Cleo. She straddled her thighs and kept them closed as she pinned the leggy blonde's hands over her head.

"I am not your little bitch" Jenn hissed as her hips rocked down into Cleo's. She brought her lips down and locked onto her breast and licked her nipple until she sucked nearly half her breast into her mouth. She continued sucking until Cleo's mouth showed discomfort then released it and kissed up to her ear.

"I am going to meet you but I don't want anything but to have fun. I just want to know if I can trust him to go to NY with?" Jenn breathes into Cleo's ear. She then releases her legs and slides her knee between hers.

Cleo's legs parted and Jenn moved her other knee between them. Jenn then moved back giving the boys behind the glass a perfect view of her ass as she sat back and pushed Cleo's legs wide and began kissing her thighs.

Jenn looked up at Cleo who for the first time looked slightly out of control. Jenn grinned as she brought her lips to the delicate flesh at the top of her thigh. For the firs time Jenn tasted another woman and loved it. Cleo clearly enjoyed it as her arms spread and her hands gripped the sheets on the bed.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Cleo had been ill prepared to be bucked off by the other woman, finding herself on her back in a flash. But knowing that the suspected Fed wouldn't do anything to compromise her cover, Cleo surrendered control to Jenn with only a bit of resistance. "I am not your little bitch."

"You will be bitch if I wish it," Cleo said in her feigned accent, loud for the benefit of the men beyond the glass. She pretended to attempt to escape Jenn's grasp, then -- without any pretense at all -- showed her delight with the rough action happening at her breast. "Is that all you have?"

Jenn asked about whether it was safe to go to New York city with Parker, to which Cleo abandoned her character and responded in a soft whisper, "It is if I allow it. So ... make me want to allow it."

Cleo had had little doubt that the two of them were going to make love to one another: Jenn was burning up inside, and Cleo was certain that she could have told the agent that she was the devil and at the first sign of orgasm, Jenn would lose her soul ... and the woman would still have continued with this, her first true lesbian experience.

The blonde raised and parted her knees at the feel of Jenn beginning to work her mouth on the sensitive flesh of her thighs and belly. The brunette's mouth playfully neared the tiny thong still hiding Cleo's shaved pussy but never quite made it all the way.

With her head rolling and the anticipation building, Cleo wasn't willing to wait anymore. She reached down to entangle her fingers in Jenn's hair, then clenched. The pain of the hair pull was enough to cause the presumed-agent cry out, lifting her head. Cleo sat up with the aid of her free hand, twisting Jenn's head so that their faces were only an inch apart.

"Stop ... fucking ... around," Cleo growled in character. She reached her hand from supporting herself to her thong and jerked at it, causing it to easily rip away and fully expose her womanhood. She kissed Jenn hard, bit her lip, and -- now laughing -- fell back onto the bed as she forced the other woman's head down toward her anxious pussy. Loud enough for the men to easily here, the Scandinavian demanded, "Suck me ... my little bitch."



Beyond the glass, the reactions of the men were entirely different. Parker sat up in his chair, leaning closer to the glass with excitement. He'd seen Cleo in action with women before, and short of scratching and punching one another, the encounters had always had a bit of a rough nature to them.

Richard, however, was nearly ready to run into the other room to end what he thought was about to become a cat fight. What the hell had he gotten Jenn into. Wait! I didn't get her into this! he reminded himself. This is all Taylor's doin'! He watched with concern as the two went on, contemplating all the different ways this could go.

 

[wickedpen]

Jenn had been a tom boy and fighting, well wrestling with her brothers was how she had her first experience. Fighting with Cleo only brought that back and more. The leggy and strong blonde was not giving up and if anything was forcing Jenn to do what Jenn was hesitant to do, taste this woman's most private flesh.

With her partner gripping her hair and having been given an ultimatum that seemed to be "make me cum and I will let you come to New York" Jenn brought her mouth to the picture perfect lips of Cleo's vagina. With a single lick her clit popped up and Jenn gently suckled it with her wet hot lips. She listened to Cleo moan with appreciation. She tasted Delicious and Jenn wanted more. She took her time though as Cleo's hand gripped her hair and moved her mouth as she pleased. Like a real live sex toy Jenn obeyed and licked and kissed and sucked as she knew best.

Her perfectly smooth flesh was now wet with saliva and her own juices flooding out of her engorged lips. Her thighs spread wide for Jenn as she pushed them even wider.

Jenn knew the men were watching but focused on Cleo.

"How am I doing?" she purred as Cleo looked down desperate for Jenn to get back to work. Jenn obliged wanting to bring Cleo off more than she had ever wanted to make a man cum. It was so erotic, to be giving someone the pleasure you know you would most desire. Steve shied away from oral.

"Steve..." Jenn thought as she was thrusting her tongue as deep as she could into Cleo. "What the fuck am I doing?" she thought but only for a moment as Cleo's hand pulled her hard into her crotch.

Jenn knew she was on the verge. She did all she could. She slid two then three fingers into her tight lips and flicked her tongue and suckled the blonde's clit as she arched her back and began to tremble with her pending orgasm.

"Fucking cum Cleo, cum all over me" Jenn hissed. As the moment built Jenn had other images flash into her mind. Richard was watching her. What was he thinking? Was he hot for her? Would he fuck her or the blonde? Surprised Parker had not come in yet. Then Taylor appeared in her mind as Cleo grunted. Jenn wanted Agent Taylor like this....