I still don't own Chuck. I'm not sure who does at this point.

I'm not really un-retiring. This is something that's been on my hard drive for a long time. I was never sure what the reaction would be. I guess I no longer care all that much, lol.

Content Warning: This is based upon Pink Slip, which means it's, by definition, not a happy story, especially if you are a Charah Shipper, at least not at first. If you would be bothered by reading about Sarah using sex on an assignment, this would be a good story to skip. I'm going to try hard to keep this T but there are going to be adult situations and a ton of implied sex.

I do think this has a foundation in canon. What happened on Sarah's mission with the Giles character in Pink Slip?

Naturally, all of the normal BillAtWork promises apply. So expect a very sappy happy ending… eventually. If you can make it through the first couple of pretty rough chapters, things improve dramatically.

I would still appreciate your comments. The worst thing for an author is silence. You can't tell if you're connecting with your readers, if they're getting where you think the story is going or not. And those comments don't have to be praise. Of course, I'd be lying if I tried to say that I don't enjoy the praise. But I actually learn more from the critical comments. Just as long as you're respectful and allow me to respond, you can say anything.

The Assignment

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"Are you sure that this is a good idea? This doesn't seem like her type of assignment."

The CIA Director looked at General Beckman carefully. He really didn't need her permission. Since the end of the Intersect project, Agent Walker was returned to the CIA duty roster. That meant that she was his to assign to any mission as he saw fit. Still, there was some wisdom in keeping the lines of communication open. Which agency would get Bartowski after he completed training was still an open question. If he wanted a trained Intersect 2.0 on his CIA duty roster, he'd have to convince the General. Besides, Walker had reported directly to Beckman for two full years. They weren't exactly friends, in fact Beckman wasn't particularly happy with Walker right now, but they had developed something of an understanding with each other. "She actually volunteered," he said. "She came into my office and requested this specific assignment."

"Really?" Beckman asked in surprise.

"She said that she needed to get away," the Director confirmed. "With her amazing track record, I think she's earned the right to have a hand in choosing her next assignment." Actually Beckman's reaction was pretty much the same that his psych team had. Walker was a badass. She had racked up a string of amazing successes, mostly by leaving behind a trail of unconscious or dead bad guys. She was unproven at this type of infiltration assignment or the 'tasks' it would demand. Still… "And we do have a resource problem. Normally this would be something that we'd give to Agent Miller. But she's on her own similar assignment. Agent Walker's had the training."

Of course Beckman knew the problem. You didn't need a Psychology Ph.D. to see that Walker was heartbroken… felt rejected. She was searching out such an intimate assignment out of spite. Still, that was her right. Maybe it would help her in some way. And this was an important assignment. This Giles character's organization was wreaking havoc all across the western half of the country with their drugs. "She's certainly qualified," she finally agreed with a sigh.

"Let's keep an eye out for her."

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It was quickly approaching show time. She could see the growing look of lust in his eyes, not to mention the bulge in his trunks.

Sarah had just gotten out of the pool. She jumped in mostly to escape his gloating look for a few minutes. But the cool cleansing water felt marvelous against the heat of the afternoon. Actually, even the sun felt good, warming her as she relaxed on the deck chair. And since the dark glasses hid her eyes, it was a good chance to think.

Sarah thought about how she had gotten to this point. It wasn't the time to get cold feet. Even if she wanted too, there was no backing out now. She was deep into his fortified compound, surrounded by a score of his men. The only way out of here now was either as a trusted cartel member… or as a corpse. The path to the former was well defined. One way or another, Giles was going to claim her today. He didn't have to say it. They both knew it. The only question was how cooperative she was going to be. So she might as well take Carina's advice and enjoy it as much as possible.

The CIA brass was stunned when she volunteered for this assignment. It wasn't an Agent Walker type assignment. They didn't realize it was out of spite. There was only one way to get into the inner circle of one of the world's most notorious drug cartels. Carina laughingly called it the lightbulb approach. You had to screw your way in.

That part was much harder than one might imagine. It started with the CIA arranging an invitation to a party where Giles would be. The rest was up to her. Even at a party, you didn't simply walk up to Roberto Giles and start flirting with him. He was always surrounded by his entourage of heavily armed muscle. At first, all Sarah could do was to play her part of cocaine addicted babe. That meant dress in next to nothing, mix in with the other cocaine addicted babes, flash that sexy smile, do a few lines of coke, dance with whoever asked, and hopefully wait for the mark to come to her. The hardest part was pealing all of the greasy hands that didn't belong to Giles off of various parts of her anatomy without causing a scene. The second hardest was keeping her wits after the multiple lines of coke she was 'forced' to cram up her nose.

Finally, mercifully, one of Giles's men approached and invited her over. After that, it got easier… and harder. After all, it would be counterproductive to peal Giles greasy hands off her anatomy. He probably didn't realize that he had free reign. Then again, he didn't ask as he took full advantage. All Sarah could do was to smile and allow him to grope her in the fully lit room in front of everybody… all the while flirting with him and encouraging him to go even farther. That was a new experience. At least she wasn't the only one. And, unlike most of the other ladies, he did allow her to stay dressed. The near orgy was the wildest scene of her life… by a long margin. Fortunately, it didn't take much of the dumb blonde sexpot act to get him to invite her to his 'place' for a private after-the-party party. They both knew what that meant. She was in. She had an hour to go pack some clothes under one of his men's watchful eyes. The rest was a blur. So now, here she was, sitting there in that ridiculously skimpy bikini, waiting to be 'claimed' by her new owner… officially a rookie sex-toy candidate.

The CIA Director insisted that his psyche guys spend a lot of time carefully preparing her for this assignment. There was a fair amount of discussion about even allowing her to go. Agent Walker had the seduction school training, but she didn't have any field experience. About a third of the agents who attempted this type of infiltration ended up as naked corpses found in the desert someplace. These drug lord men weren't flexible. They weren't looking for girlfriends. They were looking for objects to possess. They paid for them with luxurious lifestyles, days of laying by the pool collecting the bright sun… oh and endless coke. They all had massive egos, high level sex drives, and expected submissive obedience in all ways… but especially in bed. That wasn't exactly Agent Walker's style. Getting pissed and introducing her lethal left foot to this guy's jaw might be fun for a moment, but there was no way to survive it.

It certainly wasn't what she had planned for the next couple of months. Right about now she should have been in the middle of her honeymoon… treating her new husband like a king and experimenting in how excited she could get him by modeling one after another of the negligees she had packed for his amusement. But love had failed her… right at her most vulnerable point… just like she always knew in her gut that it would. She had already cried about it so much that there simply weren't any tears left. Sitting around thinking about Chuck was depressing. So she might as well throw herself into her work. Maybe that would keep her mind off her troubles. One good thing, Giles wouldn't be impressed by negligees.

Carina was much more helpful than the CIA stuffed shirts. She told her that it didn't have to be all bad. Carina grinned and told her that was one cure for a broken heart… she just really needed to realize the up side of being repeatedly screwed for a while. And this was perfect. Her advice was to accept the sex-toy role and make herself get into it as much as possible. Maybe. Sex was Carina's answer to most every problem. But surely Carina didn't mean by this particular dude. Giles wasn't her physical type at all. He was short, stocky… and hairy… very, very hairy. But then again neither was Chuck at first. And he eventually grew on her. Maybe after a couple of months Giles would as well.

Giles was really in no rush. Last night's groping aside, he really hadn't touched her yet. He didn't have to be in a rush. The outcome wasn't in question. Really the main question of the moment was would Giles take her inside this first time? To claim her in private? Or would he go just for it here by the pool? It was fifty-fifty. And if not today, Sarah knew that it was definitely going to happen soon enough. These guys loved to show off their conquests. There was already some pretty wild action going on around that pool.

And at first, it looked like it was going happen here. Giles walked up and held out her phone. "You missed a call while you were swimming," he said.

Chuck's picture was the very, very last thing she wanted to see at this point. What could he possibly want? To boast how well he was doing in spy training? The bastard had to know how devastated she was. Nobody was that clueless. Giles was watching for her reaction… so she made sure to give him one. She tossed the phone into the pool.

Giles face showed that he enjoyed her gesture. He extended his hand, pulled her into a sitting position, and pulled on the strings of her bikini top until he was holding it in his hand. "You have a marvelous body. You don't really need this," he said. "Do you?"

He had maybe framed it as a question… but it was anything but. Sarah understood the order. A top was now not part of her poolside wardrobe. There was really nothing to do but smile. Fortunately, if you were modest in any way about men seeing you naked, Seduction School beat that out of you. Even better, she no longer had to worry about tan lines. "Of course not," she said. "Thank you for the sweet compliment." At least he was right. She did have the body for it.

The cool water had performed its intended effect and Sarah knew that her 'marvelous' body was putting on quite the show. She was getting some rather envious looks from all of the men, and some of the women. Giles look was one of gloating confidence. Fortunately, Giles pulled her to her feet and led her into the house. At least it looked like this first initiation would take place in private.

Luckily there was plenty of coke lying around openly throughout the complex. Sarah knew that she had to be careful with the endless line of cocaine. Too much and she would develop a serious problem. But for today's purposes, it was good. It dented the ache in her chest.

She just stood there with that smile she had learned in training and watched Giles confidently pull on the strings of her bikini bottom… almost as if he was taunting her. With nothing holding it in place, gravity quickly did its work. Sarah Walker was now standing naked in front of a man, ready for sex, for the first time in over two years.

He was content to stare at her perfect body for a long time. "Let's do a line," he finally suggested. "Then you can show me what you're made of."

It was a good idea. Sarah loved cocaine. That's why she religiously stayed away from it. But Sarah was nowhere to be found. Agent Walker needed that familiar tingling that immediately started flowing through her body. Giles took some of the power and rubbed it on her chest. That was a first for Sarah. But it felt… electric. It was when he reached between her legs that Sarah knew this was serious.

Giles led her to the… well bed wasn't the right word. But it was more than a sofa. It was obviously designed with this activity in mind. He pushed her reasonably gently onto her back.

The actual sex was almost anti-climactic. There wasn't anything in the way of foreplay, he just went for it. Carina's advice quickly became moot. Sarah knew that there was no way she was ever going to be able to make herself get into this… and even if she could, it didn't last long enough to matter. Besides Giles was making zero effort to make this any good for her. He was simply claiming his newest possession. And at this point that was more than fine with Sarah. As soon as he was done, he simply climbed off, discarded the condom, put his trunks back on, and was wordlessly gone.

Sarah stayed still, lying there naked for a long moment. It was official. Agent Walker had finally lost her mission cherry. She was now initiated into the CIA drug lord sex toy sorority. She wasn't a whore. She absolutely wasn't. This is exactly what she was trained to do, what her fellow agents did every day… use the main weapon they had. These men were evil. They had to be stopped whatever the personal cost.

So why did she feel so much like a whore?

It was a good thing she was alone. It would have been hard to blink away the tears enough to not be noticeable. "Chuck," she sighed softly to the empty room. How could you possibly miss someone so much? A huge part of her wanted to find a hole someplace, crawl into it, and cry for three days. But she knew that if she started crying now, she might never stop.

There was a little good news here. This first time was over relatively easily. Certainly she had been fully briefed on her sex-toy job description. This would become harder as he got more demanding. That would probably be the hardest part of this entire assignment for her…watching the smug look on his face as she pleaded for him to debase her. But quickly enough sadness morphed into anger… like it always did. Maybe it was more spite than anger… gloating that Chuck would never experience what she was currently giving this low life.

The truth was, it had been so long that she almost forgot what sex was like. In retrospect, it was actually numbing… certainly not what she had anticipated with her first time with Chuck. But she had to get that out of her mind. It wasn't going to happen. It was depressing. They told her to expect this assignment to last a few months… maybe as long as six. That mean this was the first of a few hundred or so of these sessions she could look forward too by Giles and whatever individual or group he decided to loan her to. And sex was far too tame of a word for what she could expect to be demanded from them. It was what whores did, right? But as much as it hurt, this was just what she needed.

She needed to get over him.

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It was by far the most exciting day of Sarah's life. There was a point in almost every long term mission where it stopped being work and started to feel real. It had taken a long time, but they were finally there. She was so excited that she could barely keep the car on the road. Fortunately, it was a short drive to his place.

There are times in life that seem to be happening in slow motion, yet pass all too quickly at the same time. This was one of them. They were kissing so hard that he could barely get the door open. At some level, Sarah understood that she was in serious trouble. And even though she could no longer deny that she had strong feelings for him, she was technically still on an assignment. Getting too personally involved was dangerous for a spy. Love was an emotion that wasn't allowed. Sex on assignments was supposed to be strategic. But that was out the window. This guy was simply too hot for his own good. Since the moment she met him, he got her motor running. Now that motor was at the red line. She needed this, had long passed the point where lust overcame any attempt at rational thought. She simply needed this. Fortunately, he was plainly very willing to do his part. She could feel him pressing into her stomach as their tongues danced.

It's not like Sarah hadn't anticipated something like this happening. It wasn't really a date. But at least they were finally alone. She made sure to wear her sexiest dress to dinner including the sheerest underwear she had. Spies were taught to be aggressive when using sex on a mission… to set and control the agenda. But clearly, he had other ideas. Through the fog of lust, she could feel the zipper on her dress being lowered. Their tongues were still dancing as the dress pooled at her feet.

Finally he broke this kiss and took a step back. "You're too beautiful," he said. "If we keep that up much longer, the results are not going to be satisfactory. Strip for me."

Sarah never blushed. You were trained to keep your emotions under control at all times… to only allow people to see what you wanted them to see. But she could feel the red already up her neck and into her face. Her knees were so weak that she could barely stand. When she unclasped her bra, she had to fight the instinct to cover her chest with her arm… not because she didn't want him looking at her… but because she knew that he would see the hardness of her nipples and know how helpless she really was.

He didn't tell her when to take off her panties, not with words anyway. But she knew that's what his eyes were demanding. So she slowly slid them down her long legs. She had to reach down and pull them over her heels.

He had taken off his shirt and Sarah's arousal ticked up a full notch. It was a pleasant surprise. Not that it mattered all that much. Over the next several hours she was going to repeatedly screw him senseless anyway. But she always loved looking at his well-formed chest.

He stepped up and started kissing her again. This was uncharted territory for Sarah. All she knew was that she needed him. So she fumbled with his belt.

But he broke the kiss and pulled her hands away. "Not yet," he said. Then he started kissing slowly down her neck until he was at her breast, alternating between the two playfully for a while before gently pushing her onto the bed.

Sarah had always been the aggressive one. But she had quickly learned that when it came to this man, she loved submitting to his will. She could tell what he had planned when he started kissing his way down her stomach. It maybe wasn't a first for her, but it sure didn't happen often. All the men that she had ever been with were only interested in their own pleasure. But finally she could feel him reach his goal. She placed her hands on the top of his head to press him firmly.

Surprisingly, he lifted his head and pulled her hands away. "I can do this better on my own," he said. "Trust me?"

Trust was a hard thing for Agent Walker… especially on an assignment… and even more especially in bed. Anybody she had ever trusted had screwed her over. But she really didn't have much choice. So she took her hands and grabbed two fists full of bedspread as he got back to work.

It was another wonderful surprise. He was very, very, very good at this. Sarah had nothing to compare it too. All she knew was that this was too good to be true. All she could do was moan. "Right there. Please, Chuck, don't stop."

"Who is Chuck?"

When Sarah's eyes popped open, Giles was sitting on the edge of her deck chair. He had slid his hand inside of her bikini, clearly putting on a show for whoever was interested gathered by the pool.

Sarah knew that she had just committed the cardinal sin. She had only been here for a couple of weeks, certainly not enough time to earn any slack. Crying out another man's name was bad in any circumstance. But on a mission with a bloodthirsty drug runner, it was probably fatal. It was one of those things that she just couldn't help. That scene in his bedroom after the rehearsal dinner was the unquestioned highlight of her life. Even if Beckman calling with an 'emergency' at exactly the wrong time kept them from actually having sex, Chuck had been amazing. Maybe it wasn't totally fair to blame him for this. The thing is, Sarah wasn't in the mood to be fair. But right now, she had bigger problems. Giles was very possessive. He owned her. That he would punish her was a given. That could get intense. Her only hope was to try and choose her own punishment… and hope it would be enough.

Sarah put the pout on her face. "Chuck is my ex," she said. "I'm sorry."

Giles didn't say anything. He just stared at her.

"You're pissed," Sarah pleaded. "Giles, please don't be pissed. It's not like that. Chuck and I are so over. I'm not sure why I was dreaming about him. What can I do to prove to you how sorry I am?"

Giles didn't answer for a long time. "You'd have to do something special," he finally said.

Sarah had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind. Their sex life had been pretty predictable up to this point. He was gone on business about half the time. Hopefully soon, he'd trust her enough to take her with him. That's when the assignment would start to pay dividends. When he was here, a couple of times a day he had basically repeated that first time. The sex was still rather unspectacular. She was simply his toy. He had no interest in making any effort to make it good for her. So getting back on his good side by simply giving him a repeat wouldn't be close to enough. She would have to take charge. She had saved this performance for a rainy day. "Can we please go inside," she asked with a pout. "I'll do my best to earn your forgiveness." Sarah looked at the cloudless desert sky. It definitely looked like rain.

His agreeing to go inside was a long shot. He would probably want her punishment to be public. But, he stood up and extended his hand. Sarah was surprised, but she also wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She just allowed him to lead her into the compound. It wasn't exactly private. Lots of people had access. But it sure beat degrading herself in front of everyone at the pool. Sarah wasn't looking forward to his… but it was the only way out of this bad situation. And she had to admit, she had only one person to blame.

If she didn't get over Chuck soon, this assignment was going to be the death of her.

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