Once again, I had every intention of getting this chapter out earlier in the weekend but alas, it didn't happen. But I hope that this chapter/dream will sate any anger you might have for me. I will warn, however, that some pretty seedy and dark stuff happens in this chapter. It's short and I want to make sure its clear that this is 100% a dream, so it is from the warped dream perspective of the dreamer so if there are fans of a certain character used in this chapter reading this, just keep that in mind. Without further ado...

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Unknown Location

Jade walked with purpose down the hallway towards the briefing room with her heels loudly clicking on the tile floor, signaling her approach to the well-guarded room. The two heavily armed guards standing on either side of the entrance to the room stood at attention once she reached the entrance to the room. They instantly recognized the well dressed young woman in her business attire of a blazer jacket, tight fitting dress shirt with several buttons undone to show a hint of cleavage and a short skirt that reached mid-thigh with a slit on the left side. However, security protocols were security protocols, so she flashed them her ID clipped to the left lapel of her jacket then reached into her blazer jacket and pulled out her security card to swipe the electronic lock.

The attractive dark haired agent ignored the not almost lustful gaze from the corner of one of the guard's eye and slipped into the highly secured room.

The room was a large conference room with a vaulted ceiling and a great circular table in the center. On the opposite wall from the entrance hung several rectangular monitors arranged in a semi-circle to dominate the room.

As she approached the table, the center screen came on, but showed a distorted black image that was vaguely in the shape of a person's head and shoulders. The neighboring screens popped on one-by-one until the other four screens were showing equally distorted black images.

A distorted voice went along with the blurred image as the figure greeted Jade, "Hello Agent West, I'm grateful that you could make the briefing with such short notice."

Jade lazily looked about the room, confirming that she was the only one in the room. She answered with a mildly sarcastic tone, "I'm just glad that I wasn't keeping anyone else waiting."

She was met with silence, the faceless entities that called for the meeting refraining from making any comment on her jibe. She took the seat on the opposite side of the table to the screens, noticing there was a file folder meticulously placed on the table in front of the seat.

The hidden person on the center monitor continued, "Agent West, it has come to our attention that a certain wealthy and highly placed individual has been secretly supplying certain technologies to some unscrupulous individuals that threaten our organization and the world at large and we want to put a stop to it."

Jade took a deep breath, realizing in an instant with their poorly vague language and her being the only one in the briefing room as to what they meant by 'put a stop to it': her putting someone in his or her grave. She continued on in a professional manner, coming to terms a long time ago the consequences of her vocation, "It's fair to assume that the reason I'm in here is that you want me to put a stop to him in a more… permanent fashion instead of just having him arrested?"

The main speaker answered, nearly all emotion detached or in this case filtered out of his voice, "Yes. Having him arrested would make things far too public and embarrassing to a number of our political allies and frankly, we don't want to run the risk that the public could find out about certain technologies at this time nor gamble with the possibility that he could be found not guilty."

Jade raised an eyebrow and questioned, "So you're judge and jury and I'm just the executioner?"

Silence filled the room for several tense moments as apparently the hidden speakers had not fathomed that she would ask such a pointed question. Eventually, the main speaker answered, "Yes. Now, in the file in front of you is all the pertinent information that you'll need to know about the individual and your opportunity to deal with him."

There was dead silence in the room again other than the vents blowing air into the room to maintain the temperature. The dark haired young woman began to flip through the file and in a moment, it was immediately obvious why they had requested her of all people and not… him. The top sheet was just an ordinary a personnel file, but the picture on the left upper corner drew her attention, sending a figurative spike straight into her heart.

"So I take it, my dating history has made its way to you faceless shadows?" she said, with a slight sneer. "Somehow I feel this job is not entirely based on my merits."

"There's no need to hide it, Agent West. We did take your personal life into account, but we also feel that you are the proper agent to handle the situation with… Mr. Oliver."

"So you want me to jump in, put a bullet in my ex-fiancé's brain, and then just get out?" Jade asked, narrowing her eyes. "I'm assuming this is to see if my emotions can cloud my judgment on mission? That I might care too much to kill him?"

"On the contrary," the voice crackled, clearing its voice for a moment, "given how your relationship ended… we assumed you might be more than eager to… eliminate the threat."

"So, I'm right… this is a test. To see if I'm too reckless…"

A voice from the monitor at the far end of Jade's right suggested, "If you don't wish to take the assignment Agent West, you are free to leave and we'll simply assign another agent."

Jade pursed her lips, knowing whether they wanted to admit to it or not, she was being tested. If she refused, they would easily start questioning her value and loyalty to the organization and may start looking elsewhere for an eventual replacement—one that wouldn't bother asking such questions. She shouldn't have been hesitating in the first place and wouldn't have hesitated with the assignment just six months ago if not for her team's new leader of the past several months.

Freddie Benson, All-American war hero turned spy/black ops was their golden boy and practically the living embodiment of American values and with that presence and attitude during the course of working together, caused her to rethink a lot of aspects of her life and how she viewed the world. Her mind drifted to the ruggedly handsome young man that, unbeknownst to him, had captured a good chunk of her heart. Her thoughts further drifted in wondering what he would think of her if he ever find out about this mission.

Jade easily smiled, almost a seductive manner and answered in a carefree voice, "Oh no, I'll take the assignment. I just wanted it to be absolutely clear what you wanted from me."

The agent took her eyes off the recent picture of the man she had attempted to emotionally bury after their last attempt at being romantically involved.

Another paused filled the room, suggesting that they were actually weighing her truthfulness, but apparently tabled that for another time as a third voice, vaguely female, picked up, "We found out that he'll be touring one of his off-the-book facilities late this evening with minimum security, the perfect opportunity for you to eliminate him."

Jade flipped the page past the most up-to-date information on Beck and glanced over the information in the file about the place, blue prints and estimated security then flicked her gaze upward at the monitors and dryly commented, "It's not much time to plan an operation."

"We don't necessarily need it to look like an accident. We can avert any of the authorities from looking too closely—industrial espionage gone wrong or some such plausible explanation depending on the method you choose, but it will certainly send a message to others who would be foolish enough to follow in his footsteps."

"Wouldn't it be more prudent to snatch him up for interrogation to find out to who he's selling?"

"Actually through other means, we know exactly to whom he is selling—it is how we came to realize it was him—and we're taking care of those individuals as the opportunity arises."

The dark haired spy/assassin let a slight smile form on her face, bemused that in the most likely case it would be her team that dealt with the buyers of Beck's products.

"Since I'm the only one getting this briefing, I assume I'm the only member of the team?"

The distorted person to the main speaker spoke up with a higher pitched voice, "You would be correct. This mission is of the utmost secrecy that not even your colleagues need to know."

The neighboring voice followed up, "And we believe that with your particular skill set and motivation, you'll be able to complete the mission on your own without any… foreseeable problems."

Jade held her tongue in pointing out it was the unforeseeable things that always bit a team in the ass during missions and that the other members of their team would have qualms about simply killing an American citizen without a trial—especially Freddie. She avoided dwelling too much on that point as to not show that her thoughts were elsewhere in front of the panel.

"Understood."

The leader of the briefing finished, the tone suggesting that they were done regardless of Jade's answer, "If there are no further questions, you leave in an hour."

Jade nodded in acceptance then gathered the material back into the file and closed it. She got up from her seat, taking the folder with her as each monitor winked off then headed for the door.

Jade exited the room with the briefest of nods to the guards with her intention of heading towards the locker room, but she had to make a detour. She turned off to head for her team's offices—one large room with a number of desks, as only Freddie had a real office, specifically her desk to pick up her second service weapon as she already had one of her weapons holstered in a shoulder carrier under her jacket, on her left side.

The large room was dark as everyone had left for the evening, except for a small light coming from a desk lamp in the office in the corner of the room. Though she knew the likely person at the desk, the light still stirred Jade's curiosity and she wanted to know why their fearless leader was still working at this late of an hour.

The door to the office was open, a usual occurrence as he was the type of commander that had a literal open door policy for those under his command. She quietly slipped into the office, apparently unnoticed, but she knew better with his keen senses.

"Agent West."

"You got me…" She walked around the right end of the desk and took a seat on the back edge of the desk directly to his right, crossing her right leg over her left leg, causing her skirt to ride up a little further and showing more of her smooth pale thigh. "What are you still doing here? Pulling another all nighter?"

Freddie eyes spared a glance at her thigh, causing him to momentarily losing his train of thought. He cleared his throat and looked up to meet her blue eyes, trying to keep a bashful smile off his face as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He let out a soft and anxiously chuckle, "Well, there is always paperwork to get done."

The lovely spy let the sly smile remain on her face, catching his inadvertent look at her legs. She found his bashfulness sweet as it was such a stark contrast to some of the thirstier looks that she received from some of the agents and due to his physical prowess. She knew it wasn't any sign of meekness, but one of reserved respect for her as she knew she could match or beat any other agent in their department—their entire organization, but he could completely dominate her in every conceivable manner… a notion that had led to many of her late night fantasies before bed.

Jade swept those thoughts aside and suggested, "You should get out and have a little fun instead of being stuck up in the office doing paperwork. There is a whole world out there that you need to get involved in. You can't let it pass you by."

He smiled with a hint of teasing in his eyes. "I know, I know, but this has to get done. It can't all be casinos, traveling to exotic locations and gunfights with international criminal organizations."

The spy's lips curled up with recalling the mission where they had infiltrated a high stakes poker game to bankrupt an international criminal financier to get him to flip and cooperate on his clients list. Freddie had assumed the identity of this high rolling playboy, something that was completely out of his comfort zone for the Special Forces soldier, and she as the dutiful mistress on his arm and over his shoulder that served as delicious and distracting eye candy to the other players.

She subconsciously licked her lips in remembering how fantastic he looked in his tuxedo and his bashful eyes when he unintentionally caught glimpses of her in her tight black dress with plunging neckline and high cut opening skirt.

"Jade?"

Jade shook her head, returning her mind to the present and looked to his concerned eyes. She easily smiled and answered, "Oh, I was just remembering one of our fun times… it wouldn't hurt for you to get in a tuxedo every now and again to go out."

Freddie flashed her that charming grin that could give many a women shaking knees. Jade's body would react on a more carnal nature, tightening her crossed legs by a hair. He answered with a small chuckle, "I'll try to remember that."

"You do that and whatever you're working on, it can wait until tomorrow. Get out and have some fun. You have to live a little."

Freddie leaned back in his seat. "And how do you know that I don't already 'live a little'?"

"I know you have your nerdy hobbies—not that I'm judging—but you could go out and hit the town. Have some real fun out in the world you've saved. A few times now."

Freddie studied his friend's expression for several moments then teased her with a smile, "Is this another way of you trying to coax me into asking Tori from Analysis out?"

Jade turned slightly and leaned closer to him, allowing a little more of her cleavage to be seen and answered, "Why not? Tori's a nice girl and she can get lonely stuck up in that computer room all day and late in the night—I bet she's down there right now staring at a glowing screen in a dark room. She's a perfect fit for you… she's that wholesome girl-next-door thing going to match your clean-cut all American boy vibe you have." She laughed at her last point, "Hell, she's far better than her sister Trina in PR."

Freddie in spite of himself let a small chuckle escape his lips. He nodded along as he agreed, "Tori is a very nice girl and all the things you've said, but…"

Jade sighed, seeing his hardheadedness, and asked, "How long are you going to torture yourself? I get that you left some girl back in Seattle, but when are you going to allow yourself to move on?"

"I'm not torturing myself. I just don't feel the need to rush into anything and besides… how do you know I don't already have my eye on someone else?"

Jade's heart fluttered a bit, feeling a twinge of happiness at the possibility, yet sank moments later, in prickly disappointment that he could ever be interested in someone like her… maybe someone she had been steering him to meet. "You have someone in mind that you would ask out?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but… if I did, I'm not sure if she would be interested in return."

The gorgeous spy laughed, outright laughed, something that Freddie had only witness on a handful of occasions. "Freddie… I don't know of one straight girl here, short of being married, and even then who knows, that wouldn't say 'yes' to you if you asked them out."

Freddie wasn't expecting such an answer, but recovered, "Thanks for the vote of confidence." He turned the conversation, clearly not comfortable talking about his love life or lack of a love life, "So where are you off this evening?"

The corner of her mouth tightened, momentarily caught by the turn of not only avoiding her question, but turning the subject on her. She recovered by rolling her eyes and answered, "Oh, you know… maybe hit the gun range then having a relaxing evening at home. Catch up on some movies and pig out on some ice cream."

Freddie gave a pregnant pause, studying her expression. He knew she was lying, she just knew it. Jade felt as if she was being assessed in the middle of an interrogation and out of training, forced her calm expression, but those eyes of his just seemed to see the truth.

The soldier turned spy, his potentially probing look now back to an easygoing expression and asked, "So you're having a pretty exciting evening?"

Jade answered with a playfully confident smile, "I have plenty of exciting evenings… a lot of them involve you, but even I need a relaxing evening every once and a while."

Freddie's smile waned, apparently sensing that something was off with his colleague and friend, but kept any concerns he had to himself.

Jade slipped off the desk and straightened her skirt. "Well, don't work too hard and watch out for paper cuts. I'll see you tomorrow." She rounded the desk and headed out of his office.

He called out while watching her lovely form retreat, "Have a nice evening."

She threw a hand up over her shoulder and continued walking.

Freddie smiled, shook his head then turned his attention back to his paperwork.

In Route

Jade, dressed in her formfitting Kevlar-meshed bodysuit with the front zipper down just enough to hint at her cleavage, sat in the red light lit back of the advance stealth transport craft while it proceeded to the destination and took the opportunity to read over the last little details of whatever information they had on the building and expected security.

It was a simple hit mission, but it was on her former love, something she wished that perhaps she would have more apprehension about carrying out, but her thoughts were focused more on the young man she had left at base and wondered what he would think of her performing such a mission solo and without any real moral reservations.

OliverCorp

Beck Oliver was dressed in his designer three-piece navy suit was being led on an inspection of the industrial facilities with his assistant on his arm, a lovely former model named Tasha, who was dressed in a black woman's blazer, white dress shirt and mid-thigh level matching skirt and two bodyguards dutifully trailing behind him. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the place on paper, as the property was a run-of-the-mill chemical processing plant that produced various chemicals to use in any number of commercial products.

At the moment, the plant was officially shutdown for the evening, but unofficially, the system was on complete automation with only one or two technicians monitoring the processes of the current production line. As far as they knew, they were working on something highly sensitive yet still above board, having no idea what they were producing was going to the wrong hands for a bit of profit.

The details that the technician explained to Beck, as they toured the production floor with the machines literally going like clockwork, could be a little dry and boring for the billionaire, but he appreciated that they were on top of the job and that everything was right on schedule.

As they reached the end of the tour, Beck politely spoke to the technicians, "Thank you, gentlemen. I'm glad to see that everything is running smoothly. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'll leave you to your work. I'll be upstairs in the office taking a look at the books…"

"…to make sure this stays off the book."

As the billionaire was heading towards his office on an upper floor, the transport bringing Jade to her mission hovered over the roof for a moment. The back exit ramped lower and in a flash, Jade slid down a line to the roof then disconnected the harness around her hips.

The line zipped back up to the opening and the craft pulled away while the door was still closing and silently disappeared.

Jade drew her service weapon from her right thigh and cautiously approached the service exit to begin her infiltration of the building.

The billionaire and his 'assistant' reached the manager's office and he opened the door, allowing the lovely former model to enter before him. Tasha immediately parted his company to head for the boss's restroom off to the side of the room while he walked to his desk to have a seat.

The door to the restroom closed shut just as he took off his jacket and hung it over the top of the backrest of the chair before taking his seat and relaxing back in the chair for a few moments. He smugly smiled with his side businesses going off without a hitch without anyone suspecting a thing. He was making hands over fist with sales and the future couldn't be brighter…

…or so he thought before the restroom door opened and revealed his dedicated assistant.

Tasha stood at the door with her hands raised higher than her head braced on the door frame giving him a sensual look in her eyes that showed she wanted him. In his mind, of course she wanted him, all women wanted him—except apparently Jade, now, and Tori—but he didn't let that cross his mind at the moment when he was looking at the rest of her.

The assistant had taken off her blazer jacket, completely unbuttoned and opening up her shirt to show the sliver of skin from below her neck, down her deep cleavage with her black lace encased beauties to her smooth abdomen and bellybutton to end with her lace covered crotch. She had stripped off her grey skirt to show over her matching black thong and garter belt/suspenders to her thigh high stockings.

Beck licked his lips, quite turned on by the sight, just as many others would in the situation.

Tasha dropped her hands and walked to her boss, slowly placing one leg in front of the other like a runway model, drawing out the show for him before walking around the desk to stand in front of him. She took a seat on the edge of the desk, bracing her hands on the edges and greeted him, "Hello?"

The long haired executive licked his lips and coyly answered, "Hello? Did you have something in mind? You know this is a business stop."

Tasha slipped her right foot out of her heel and lifted her leg to place her stocking covered foot on his crotch, slowly rubbing up and down the front of his pants with the sole of her foot. She felt that he was barely stirring from the sight of her and that was a good start from her point of view.

Beck closed his eyes and groaned from the unexpected contact of her soft foot.

The lovely brunette assistant tilted her head to the right, flinging a little of her long hair off her left shoulder, and answered while she continued to slowly rub her foot up and down his growing manhood, "I was thinking about mixing a little pleasure with business. You really are away from the tedious work that always makes you tense and we have practically this entire building to ourselves… Do you really want to spend the next hour going over the books? Or would you rather go over my… assets?"

Beck opened his eyes and gave her a contemplating gaze as if he was really debating whether to accept her offer of having a little fun. It was always a power game with him, always making sure that people around him knew that he was the one that was in charge and in this circumstance, that it was she that needed to have the 'fun' more than he needed it. So he decided he'd show her how 'fun' he could be.

In the security room, a lone guard was lazily reading a magazine and had his feet propped up on the edge of his desk that was situated perpendicular and opposite of the large monitor station with several screens for the security cameras around and inside the building.

It was a fairly boring job when having the night shift because no one ever had the desire to break in for such readily available chemicals and at this point of the night, the janitorial staff had finished. However, tonight was different when he noticed from the corner of his eye the monitor to the executive office something unexpected. During the day, the camera was usually turned off for the privacy of the manager, but during the night it was on with the off chance that someone would wish to break into the office.

He thought he was seeing things for a moment and slipped his feet off the edge of the desk to walk to the monitor station. He blinked as he realized what he was seeing was real: the big boss man was sitting back in his chair and his drop dead gorgeous assistant was stripped down to just a dress shirt and lingerie.

As the security guard focused on the screen, he failed to hear the door to the room quietly open. He licked his lips as he saw the former model sink to her knees prepared to please the boss.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't get a chance at watch the free show as he felt a deep prick to the side of his neck then a sudden wave of drowsiness. He tried to glance up over his right shoulder to see what happened, but he slipped from consciousness and was pushed off from his seat.

Jade rolled the unconscious security guard onto his stomach then pulled the handcuffs from his belt. She pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed his hands. She rolled him onto his back then got behind his head and hooked her hands under his armpits to lift his upper body up.

As she dragged him to the service closet on the left side of the room to the door to hide him, and suddenly found herself glued to the office monitor.

Back in the office…

…Tasha thought she could tip his decision by slipping off the edge of the desk and settled on her knees between his legs. She was pleased with herself at seeing that he had a slight bulge that had formed in his pants just from her teasing. She undid his belt, unbuttoned his slacks then pulled the zipper down.

She was met with the sight of black silk boxers, seeing his stirring manhood pushing against the material. She fished him out of his boxers through the fly and took a firm grip on his strengthening rod. She slowly began to pump him, wanting him at full strength at what she was planning for the evening.

Beck smiled in appreciation of her delicate touch and softness of her hand, slowly bringing his manhood further to life.

Tasha darted her eyes back and forth from his face down to his crown, enjoying the sight of watching him enjoy the pleasure she was bestowing on him and gauging his arousal. She estimated that he was about three-quarters of the way to full strength, she dipped her head down and let the tip of her tongue slip past her lips and slowly started lapping at his head like a cat lazily lapping up milk, letting his prerelease coat a bit of her tongue.

Beck responded by squirming ever so slightly with the licks on his swelling head, but she had a firm grip on his rod to make sure he wouldn't get away from her probing tongue.

The initial sweetness of his pre-essence on her tongue egged her on to continued with slipping her tongue between his foreskin and his glands, running it around in a circle to begin her slow dance of his manhood.

"Fuck, that's good…" Beck sighed in approval and relaxed his head back with closed eyes.

Tasha licked around his head for another minute or so, continuing to gently pump him while she finished lathering his head and bringing him to full mast. He wasn't the biggest she had, but he was quite a respectable size that could reasonably fill her wherever he stuck it and he certainly knew how to use it. She parted her slightly tanned lips and wrapped them around his head then took a sharp suction of breath, hollowing her cheeks and drawing out a bit more of his pre-cum from his slit.

Beck pulled his head up and looked down at the former model, meeting her eyes just in time to see Tasha slip more of his rod past her pouty lips and further into her mouth.

Tasha kept her focus on his face as she swallowed more of him into her mouth in a painstakingly slow yet enjoyable manner until his head bumped the back of her throat, taking about three-fourths of him into her mouth. She moaned around him, obscenely slurped and swirled her tongue under his shaft.

The illicit businessman's mind drifted as the tan former model's features slowly changed to a different set of eyes, high cheekbones and pink lips until his mind replaced Tasha's face with his high school crush, Tori's face. Oh what he wouldn't give… wouldn't do… to have that sweet little innocent Tori on her knees, sucking his cock as he forced her submission, but the experience with Tasha was nevertheless enjoyable.

He slipped his fingers into her hair and delicately pushed the back of her head to encourage her to speed up.

The assistant understood the sign and started bobbing her head faster to have his meat slipped faster and faster past her tight lips while jerking the rest of his member with just her thumb and pointer finger with the help of her saliva flowing down his shaft. She'd occasionally pause for a moment to stop and take a hard suck on his head, hollowing her cheeks and forming a pleasant suction on the engorged head.

Beck would lull his head back against the headrest and groan again in appreciation of her more enthusiastic work with her lips and tongue. She was just as a good cocksucker as he believed her to be. He was certainly happy with the choice of seducing her—which was far easier than even he had believed as she was apparently hoping to seduce him for his looks, money and power—as physically, she blended quite well the two ladies that he certainly had been attracted. She had the beautiful tanned, mocha colored skin and slender tight body with an ass like Tori, but the soft, supple skin and fantastic rack like Jade. He may have bitterly struck out with the girls, especially after Jade called off their wedding when she found out about his philandering, but Tasha was a nice consolation prize.

Tasha pulled her mouth off and moved her hand to his base then started licking up and down his shaft, gathering her excess saliva. She pointed his rod straight up and bowed her head to hover her mouth over his swollen mushroom head then let a heavy glob of spit drop on it. She let it run down him then started pumping him again in a circular fashion.

She jerked him for a moment or two before slipping his head back into her mouth and loudly hummed, sending a vibration down to his balls and moving both hands to his still slack covered thighs.

Beck sighed then loudly groaned as she took him completely inside her oral orifice and started bobbing again at a faster pace, using her hands on his thighs for leverage, letting her tongue run down the underside. She took him deeper with each bob until he was gently tapping the back of her throat, teasing him with not wanting to completely deepthroat him.

The sleazy businessman was enjoying the oral attention, but he wanted to feel more. He tightened his grip in her hair and pushed down hard until her nose was touching his pubic hairs, not caring if he was choking her as his bell head pushed into her windpipe.

Tasha's eyes shot open and roughly coughed around his shaft, his mushroom pushing past his uvula and filling her throat. She dug her nails into his slacks and her eyes instantly began to water, her throat muscles squeezing and milking around his head, just as he wanted.

The idea actually thrilled him that he could make Tasha take him completely down her throat since Jade had refused to do such a thing on the few occasions he'd practically had to goad her into it or reluctantly trade for going down on her. She gripped his thighs tightly to steady herself as she suppressed her gag reflex and struggled to regain her composure, all the while putting his head in a pleasurable vice.

Seconds ticked by, but Tasha soldiered on to take him, worried that any failure on her part would put an end to her relationship, both business and personal, with her boss. More seconds ticked by until he loosened his grip on her hair and she pulled off completely and gasped for breath, filling her burning lungs with oxygen. Her mascara and eyeliner was ruined from her tears, but once she regained her composure she looked up at him smirk, showing she had the power to handle whatever he threw at her.

"If you wanted to fuck my throat, sir," she said huskily, putting special emphasis on her last word, knowing the control and power was his thing, "all you had to do was ask. I was working my way up to it…"

Tasha slipped him back into her mouth and picked up her bobbing to another level, her loose hair bouncing on the sides of her face and on his lap. Her lips pressed for a tighter vacuum, her tongue swirled all around and let her teeth playfully scrap his skin.

Instead of being impressed that Tasha could handle it and pick up where she left off, it infuriated him. He didn't want her to think she was in charge of the situation, to give up that power to her, but at the moment he couldn't reassert his power as she was doing such a fantastic job. He would simply reassert his power later during this encounter.

Tasha continued on this way for the next few minutes, never slowing down her enthusiasm with reverberating moans around his meat. Beck would respond with more frequent, deeper groans and his pelvis began bucking to meet her bobs.

The assistant could feel him start to throb and she smiled around his shaft, knowing he was about give her a salty treat. She pulled her head back until just his head remained in her mouth. She gently suckled and swirled her tongue all around his crown and his little eye. She winked at him, showing that she was ready.

However, Beck had other plans and gripped the back of her head again and pushed her back down to shove his tip back into her throat.

The brunette let out a muffled squeak as her nose smashed against his pelvis again, pushing his head into her throat. Her eyes widened and tried best to recover and suppress her gag reflex, causing the tight muscles to contract even more against his intruding member.

The naturally constricting throat muscles around his crown in a desperate attempt to breathe were enough to get him over the finish line.

"GODDAMN TASHA!" he cursed out while he threw his head back as his member pulsed in her mouth and head twitched in her throat. The next second he fired off down right down her gullet then pulsed a few times to finish his climax.

Tasha squeezed her eyes shut and coughed again as she was forced to swallowing him without the opportunity to taste him.

Beck loosened his grip on her hair and back of her head, allowing Tasha to pull off of him and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She coughed several times between swallows to make sure that his jism went down to her waiting stomach, still feeling the oozing liquid seep down her esophagus. She looked at him with a mixture of anger, disappointment, and annoyance while her eyes watered to further ruin her makeup. "Damn Beck… I-"

POP!

"Mr. Oliver…" Beck said, staring down at the submissive woman between his legs whose left cheek was now stinging from the back of his hand's lightning quick movement. "You will refer to me as Mr. Oliver or sir. I'm not going to have some two-bit slut talk to me like we're equals."

Tasha looked up at him, eyes narrowed, but there was something that was absolutely haunting in his eyes. Something that scared her. She knew he was capable of a lot of evil things. Hell, she had helped him with a few of those things. He was not someone she wanted to make angry.

"Mr. Oliver…I wish…" Another cough interrupted her then she finished, "…I wish you would have given me a little warning so I could have gotten a taste of you."

He charmingly smiled with that look that could always turn on the ladies and answered in a sly voice, "I thought you knew enough that you could tell I was getting close and well, you know how to correct that… don't fucking let me get soft. We're not done."

The assistant with the looks of a model partially glared, displaying her annoyance at not only his act, but attitude. She decided not to argue or berate him any further or he just might decide not to return the favor. Or worse. She answered in a somewhat chilly tone, "Of course not… I want to have more fun too."

Beck wasn't concerned with her miffed attitude as long as she didn't back out wanting to continue.

Tasha scooted further to him and slipped her fingers between her bra and tanned flesh. She pulled her fingers down and slid the cups of her bra under her nearly divine rack—rivaling Jade's size, giving them some additional lift and quickly wrapped them around his slightly softening manhood. His shaft was still covered with her spit and sparing a moment to drool a bit down her cleavage, lubrication wasn't a problem when she slowly started stroking him up and down, determined to keep him from going soft. It was a matter of pride that she could force him to remain hard even if his body demanded a short rest.

He relaxed further back in his chair and closed his eyes, sighing at the warmth and softness and willing to let her do all the work this time. She was his assistant and he expect her to fulfill her duties.

As her soft pillows brushed up and down his shaft, trying to keep life to it, he thought back during his relationship with Jade West, specifically the one and only time she had done this with him, but it was far too short lived for his taste. He finished quickly and she was less than enthused with the act. No matter how much he begged, she refused to do such a thing with him again- using her nearly equal impressive orbs and it burned him inside that she could be so icy after their first—and only time—having this kind of pleasurable sex. He growled more in frustration than satisfaction of Tasha's efforts of massaging his rod when the thought that Jade would probably be willing to do this for that overgrown Boy Scout he had heard about her starting to work with.

While he just relaxed and let her do all the work to keep him up, Tasha had other plans. As her tight warm flesh stroked him, she would lick his crown each time it exited her cleavage like a kitten licking up milk and she really wanted his milk. She wanted to taste that salty treat he had denied her and she was determined to get it. She would usually urge him on with a bit of dirty talk, but he was lulling back as if he wanted to doze off and she would take advantage of it to hopefully catch him off guard to blow.

It was nearly magic with after only a few minutes, he was back to full strength and felt the first signs of tingling feeling in his balls. He was subconsciously rolling his hips towards her, bumping the underside of her impressive rack.

Tasha broke her silence other than the soft grunts passing her lips from the feeling of his hard rod against the inner sides of her flesh pillows and the exertion of keeping him hard then going, "Cum on boss, give me your cum. I want to taste it this time."

Beck opened his eyes and realized how far along he was in giving her another load even though it was still have taken her a few more minutes. He surprised her by grabbing her shoulders and pushed her back, regretfully pulling her mounds from around his shaft. He stood up and gripped her upper arms to pull her to her feet with a strong jerk. He spun her to face the desk, shoving her down, flipping up the hem of the shirt to allow him a fine view of her gorgeous ass and down her athletic legs.

Tasha was about to groan in disappointment in being denied again, but once his hands started running over her ass, getting a nice feel of the soft flesh that he had seen and tasted plenty of times, her complaint died on her lip.

He pushed her hard against the desk with his hand between her dress shirt and her shoulder blades with one hand, squishing her mammaries against the polished cold desk, and with the other and without warning, pulled aside her thong and shoved his pointer and middle fingers to his knuckles into her moist folds.

"Uggghhh," she softly groaned, not expecting him to be so rough even with her opening slick from how much she enjoyed giving him attention.

He leaned over the desk, putting some of his weight on her, to bring his mouth to her left ear and whispered, "Stay."

She did as she was told, laying across the desk and gripping over the front edge, waiting for his next move.

He reached to his neck with his left hand and loosened his red tie from around his neck, just enough to pull it over his head but keep it tied. He practically commanded, "Hands behind your back."

She immediately did as she was told, place one wrist on the other at the curve her desirable ass and he slipped the loop of the tie over one wrist then her other wrist into the loop then with the help of his teeth, pulled it tight. It wasn't the tightest of knots, but if she wanted out of it, she'd have to struggle for a bit.

He moved his palm over the small of her back to hold her in place then started pumping his fingers.

Tasha began to squirm as Beck added a slight twist to his pumping, brushing over that knot of internal nerves ever now and again. The rolling of her hips caused her pelvis to rub against the edge of the desk with the friction of her panties on the hardwood stimulating her clit and adding to her pleasure.

Beck licked his lips at watching the erotic sight of Tasha held down on the desk with her hands behind her back and ass sticking up for him to drive his fingers in and out. He gently mocked as his breath began to shorten with the effort of his piston motion of his arm, "You look damn sexy squirming."

"Ugghggh… ahhh… Uuhhh…" she huffed out as the fire in her gut began to rage.

The sleazy businessman slowed down his pumping to add a greater twist of his fingers inside, wanting to feel all inside her velvet canal.

"God! Beck-Mr. Oliver, right there, right there!" Tasha hissed out every time the pads of his fingertips would brush over her g-spot while he was rounding around her insides.

Beck considered punishment again for her using his first name but complied for the moment, focusing his efforts to brush over the bit of protruding he thought he felt.

"Ugghh, uuughhh… uhhh…" she rapidly breathed in and out, being pushed to her first release.

Her muscles tightened and relaxed around his fingers and she felt slicker with each brush.

"I'm… I'm going to…"

Beck fought back a laugh as he got her to that edge then suddenly pulled out his fingers to take a bit of her juices

"Fuuuckkkk!" she groaned out in frustration, eyes squinting tightly, just at the cusp of her release. She looked over her shoulder and growled, ready to tear his head off, but her hands were tied behind her back and he had a firm palm on her back to keep her pressed to the desk.

The long haired executive chided her with a click of his tongue, "Now calm down. I'm just working you up. I want you lose your mind when you finally cum."

The loyal assistant slightly grimaced, fighting back a complaint. She pushed down her emotions and thought that she really had no other choice but to trust him because she wouldn't dare argue. "Okay."

"Good girl," he praised her as if she was a small child, which is what he basically saw her as, compared to himself. He moved his slick covered fingers to her tight little rosebud and started rubbing the juices around the ring.

She huskily asked, still pushing down her frustration of being denied her climax, "Are you teasing me or planning something? I was so damn close."

"I know, but… good things come to good girls that wait."

He continued to rub around the starfish, trying to get the muscles to relax while at the same time buying time for Tasha to come back from the brink.

Tasha rested her head back on the desk and sighed, letting her breathing slow, finding contentment for the moment of his teasing and massaging her backside.

Once he thought she had calmed down enough, he reached into his right pocket as slacks still hugging his hips and pulled out his wallet. He fished out a silver foil then tossed his wallet onto the desk before hastily tearing open the package. He rolled the condom over his engorged head and down the rest of his hard member. He pressed the head of his covered member against her loosening folds then slowly pushed inside.

Tasha slightly lifted her head off the desk, closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure from his unexpected member sinking into her warm depths. A handful of seconds later of gripping her hips and pushing into her, he pulled all the way out and then pressed his pelvis against her sweet ass and finished sheathing into her.

Beck closed his eyes and enjoyed being inside the tight orifice, still amazed how she could keep her tightness with all the times he had fucked her.

Tasha lowered her had back down and breathed heavily. "God, fill a girl up…"

He gave her a slight swat on her left ass check and roughly commented, "You know you love it."

She lifted her forehead off the desk to look over her shoulder again and laughed, "You're right."

He took his left hand off her hip to grip the tie around her wrist as a rein while his sticky fingers picked up teasing around her backdoor. He slowly sawed into her, forcing her muscles to part then closed as he pulled most of his length out. As he distracted her with the slow motion that started her back up the hill towards her release, his sticky fingers became more aggressive around her other hole until he pressed enough with his index finger until the ring gave way and let him slid his finger in to the first knuckle.

"Ahhh!" the dark haired assistant cried out despite mentally psyching herself up for the expected intrusion.

He pulled himself back away from her as he sunk his finger deeper inside of her, beginning to alternate sawing into her.

Tasha's breath picked up with being filled and empted at the same time. Her muscles alternated tightening around each of the flesh intrusions. "Ahhh… fuck…"

He smirked as he felt her tightening around his finger and his manhood. He slowly pulled both away from her until only the tip of his finger was inside her ass and his head inside her slick flower.

Tasha whimpered in frustration from being denied fulfillment. She looked over her shoulder with a near pleading expression.

The rich playboy gently smiled and rubbed his free hand up and down her left side, trying to calm her nerves, but getting a frustrated growl.

"Don't pout. I told you, you're going to get your release."

He withdrew his shaft then moved his head between her spread cheeks to press the head of his cock against her loosened 'backdoor'.

Tasha closed her eyes and tried to relax, knowing what was about to happen. "You really want my ass?"

"You shake this thing at me enough…" he whispered, running his hands up and down her sides. "I'm betting you want me to stuff you full… you certainly were enjoying me filling up your pussy and pounding the mess out of it."

The brunette bit into her bottom lip and hissed, not wanting to be that honest with him. She had certainly considered letting him take her ass but she figured they would at least talk or plan for it instead of… this.

Beck didn't really care about her answer as he wanted to feel her tight hole before the night was out. His juice covered fingers had loosened and lubricated her enough in his opinion, not even counting the condom's coating, so his conscience was clear if she ended up hurting. He pushed a little harder until his crown popped past the ring and her hole swallowed his head.

She lifted her head up and shouted in initial shock and more than just minor pain, "Fuck!"

The businessman rubbed his hands up and down her sides, showing her little comfort as she adjusted to the initial intrusion.

"God, you're swallowing my head without a problem," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Does this slutty fat ass want a little more?"

Tasha could barely listen to his taunts as she struggled to take a few gulps of breath as not only the ebb of mild burning pain from her ass, but her weight pressing her chest against the desk.

Not even concerning himself that she hadn't responded, Beck produced some spit and let a bit of his drool fall on his meat to add to the lubricant of her well pounded opening then gripped her hips and pulled her towards him and steadily pushed forward, sinking more and more of him inside her.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…" Tasha chanted while rolling her hips to try to help adjust taking more of his girth. "It fucking… hurts…"

Beck licked his lips, finding not only the satisfaction of sinking into the hot furnace, but seeing that it did give the model a bit of discomfort. Jade never allowed him to try this with her, always reluctant to give that part of her to him and figured that Tori was far too much of a good girl to allow him ever to take her that way. The thoughts angered him that he would never get the opportunity to do this with either Tori or Jade. And so he would make up for those lost opportunities with a more than willing slave here.

He slowly pulled back his meat, drawing a low groan from the bound former model then quickly pushed back inside until he was fully sheathed.

Tasha's breath steadied as she adjusted from his intrusion then slow and steady piston motion. She was mainly still in discomfort, but the only way she knew she would get over it was him picking up the pace and getting this over with. She huffed out, "Come on Beck. Give it to me. You can't hurt me."

He wanted to snap back that he didn't give a damn whether he hurt her or not during their little 'activities', but thought better of saying such a thing. He already knew he was hurting her so she was just trying putting up a front. He slapped her right ass cheek and grunted out, "Do all models have asses as tight as yours?"

"I don't know, but I don't want you to find out. I want to be the only ass you fuck," she heaved into the wooden desk that her face was being pressed into.

He snarled while gripping her hips and he sped up plowing into her, skin slapping against his pelvis and lower abs.

"Oh fuck damn! Shit!" Tasha randomly called out as the roughness sent mixed messages of pain and pleasure to her brain. She wanted to slip at least a hand between her legs to play with her love button to tip the balance over to pleasure, but she couldn't slip her hands from the tie around her wrists and the angle he had her at now made grinding her clit against the desk nigh impossible.

Beck smiled at the tittering limbo she was experiencing, caught between pleasure and pain and not finding satisfaction. He kept up the jackrabbit pace for about a minute straight, getting his heartbeat up, beads of sweat started forming on his brow and cheeks and his muscles began to faintly burn.

Tasha started blubbering through her shortened breaths as the pleasure finally started outweighing the discomfort of her stretched hole.

He hissed as he felt her muscles begin to strengthen their grip on him, "Goddamn… you're so fucking tight. I'm going to fucking cum again at this rate…"

She dropped her forehead against the desk and huffed out against it, squinting as she struggled with the pleasure of being filled by him. "Please don't. Don't cum inside me."

He took one hand off her tied wrists and grabbed a fistful of her flowing dark locks to pull most of her body off the desk, causing her neck to crane back to stare into his fiery eyes. "Don't cum? You don't want me to cum? Why the FUCK should I give two shits what you fucking want you filthy whore?"

Tasha's lungs burned as she was desperate for breath, not letting his dirty talk keep her down, "I want… I want to taste you. I didn't get to… to taste you."

Beck lopsidedly smiled down at her. "Then beg me, whore. Fucking beg to taste me. Beg me not to pull off my rubber and shove my cock back into you and fill up your slutty little ass or dripping pussy instead of your hot little mouth."

Tasha closed her eyes in frustration as he had her right under his thumb. She could enjoy the power playing in the heat of the moment, but it could damn well be frustrating when he head repeatedly denied her any climax. She tilted her head back and thrust her impressive chest out further, whining as the desperate lover she was at the moment, "Please don't cum. Ple—please B- Mr. Oliver… don't cum… hold out just a little… longer… I'm almost there… then let me… taste you… I want to… taste you so bad…"

He released her wrists with his right, traveling up her side while the hand on her shoulder moved down her arm until he cupped the side of her breast then slipped his fingers between the hard desk and plump breasts. He gripped them tighter with his nails threatening to dig into her flawless skin, squeezing her nipples hard between his fingers, and pulled her up further, her hands being trapped between the small of her back and his abdomen, pressing her back against his chest.

Her ample chest spilled between his fingers and he roughly kneaded them then catching her hardened nubs between his fingers. He tweaked them harshly as he slowed his thrusts into her.

She squinted her eyes shut and hissed out from the light pain yet pleasure he brought to her nipples. She turned her head and looked in his eyes, a desperate plead in them. "Keep going, keep going… I'm almost there."

He devilishly smirked and questioned in a husky and strained voice, "You… you are? But if I… I keep going… I might not be able to hold out and… and even if I do… if you cum, what's going to happen with me still inside you? You'll squeeze me so tight that I'll have to cum. I couldn't hold back from your sweet ass doing that to me. You'll make me cum and… and deny yourself my taste."

Jade remained in the security room, morbidly drawn to the sight. She slightly closed her eyes, squinting as she watched in disgust as him was just torturing her—not in the good way—at this point in denying her any kind of release. During the times they had been together, he at least made an effort to get her to cum even if he was hesitant to orally please her. He was practically assaulting this girl, and if she had any self-respect, she might have tried to fight back, but it was abundantly obvious what kind of sycophantic fool this woman was.

Either way, this just confirmed what she knew she had to do: Beck had to fucking die.

Tasha looked away and threw her head back on his shoulder with a high pitch whine. She was caught. She wanted to cum, but she wanted to taste him too. The muscles around her eyes tightened as her muscles clamped around him harder, trying to force him out and keep him in all at the same time.

She groaned out in frustration, "Ugghhh… then pull out, pull out so I can taste you."

Beck's smirk and innocently asked, "Pull out? But you're so warm and tight. I'm almost in Heaven in your ass." He picked up the pace of his bucking into her and pushing her down by her chest to meet his thrusts.

Tasha's eyes rolled back in her head, feeling her release approaching and his member starting to twitch each time he pushed back inside her. Two needs inside her tore and struggled with one another until she grunted, "Ugggh, Beck… please pull out and let me taste you."

"BECK?!"He pinched her nipples—pulling a loud shriek past her lips—and kissed the back of her neck before shoving her hard back onto the desk. He kept one hand on her neck while having one hand on a hip and pounded into her with everything he had, punctuating his words with hard thrusts, causing her to slide a bit on the desk. "THAT'S. MR. OLIVER. TO. YOU. YOU. STUPID. FUCKING. TWAT!

"FUCK! AHGGHH! FUCK! M-M-MR. OLIVER!" the shouts tore past her lips as she felt like he was tearing her in half, especially since the spit and her own juices that he had used for lubricant had been worn away and his thrusting began to burn in the worst kind of way.

Beck smirked at the submissive and painful shrieks, knowing that she was helpless to him. He pushed one last time into her and ground his pelvis against her reddened ass.

Tasha painfully whimpered and her eyes watered as the balance between pleasure and pain had tipped hard to pain. "Sir, please…"

The businessman withdrew from her then pulled her from the desk and forcing her to drop to her knees.

The former model dropped her sore ass on her heels, groaning with pain while he pulled the latex off around his throbbing meat and tossed it away. His balls tightened, the familiar signal to him that he was about to blow. He tangled his fingers in her long hair to get a more secure grip to the back of her head and force her face up as he quickly jerked himself. "Open your mouth, eyes on me, and keep your tongue out. You're going to get exactly what you deserve."

Tasha licked her lips, eager and please that she's get a taste of him. "Yes sir."

"You want it, Tasha? You really want my cum all over that pretty little face of yours? To feel that hot load, brought on from being shoved deep up your tight little ass, ruin that whore makeup even more?"

"Yes, damn it, I want it!"

His heart pounded in his chest and his breath heaved with each rapid jerk of his manhood to send him across the finish line. "Yes, you… do… just like… every other woman—grrgghhh FUCK!" he cried out, cutting himself off as he cut loose, but having enough wherewithal to purposely aim higher than her open tongue when he lost control and spurted out rope after rope of his globular jizz across her upper cheek, her nose and over her top lip. She clamped her right eye shut just in time before he could get any of his seed in her eye.

Beck's breath quickened as his lean chest rose and fell under his dress shirt, a satisfying smirk on his face at the greatly satisfying release. Even more satisfying was seeing her face covered in his seed, a true sign of a submissive little slut.

Tasha on the other hand was not as pleased with the outcome as she stuck out her tongue and licked around her lips, savoring the small amount she tasted. Her hands were still tied, so she couldn't gather the rest of his deposit on her face with her fingers. She obviously could have pulled her hands out of the silk binding, but he was her boss and didn't give her permission to do such a thing.

"Get to work…" He shoved his slowly weakening cock back into her mouth for him to clean him, something she eagerly accepted despite how humiliating he was making the act out to be. He kept himself inside her eager orifice for just the few seconds the thought she needed to clean him then wiped his tip off on her clean cheek then slumped back into his chair.

Tasha frowned at him not coming in her mouth and then frustrated over the fact that she hadn't actually been allowed to come the entire time. Her sex and nerves were on edge for a release that had been denied and on top of that, her ass hurt like hell without any payoff.

Beck stuffed his weakening manhood back into his boxers and pulled up his slacks while he ordered, not even looking at her, "Clean yourself up… I have to look over some paperwork before we have to leave."

The former model pulled her hands free of the tie then stood up, taking a few moments to gather her panties then walked to the restroom. She hid her disgusted expression as she realized she'd have to settle for a quick fingering to give her at least a decent release.

Jade watched as Beck unbuttoned a few buttons to his shirt before relaxing in his chair and pick up where he left off in going over ledgers. It was the perfect opportunity for her to slip to his office and put a shot, or fifty, into his chest and slip out without anyone the wiser, but she couldn't go in there while Beck's assistant/girlfriend/whatever was in the bathroom. She probably couldn't reach the office in time and surprise Beck before she exited the restroom. She couldn't have a witness and she had no desire to kill the woman simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time even if she was a stupid whore.

The spy appeared to catch a break as the restroom door opened and Tasha stepped out of the room, redressed but her hair done up in a bun behind her head.

"I'm going to break room to grab a drink," Tasha sourly commented as she adjusted her jacket on her shoulders. "Do you want anything?"

Beck didn't bother looking up from the supply book he was examining as he answered, "No, but thank you."

The brunette huffed out a short breath then turned to leave the office.

Jade smiled then turned to dash out of the security room.

Beck heard the door open and remarked while looking over the financial book, "You're back already?"

"Not exactly," Jade answered in a cold tone.

Beck recognized the voice in an instant and looked up to see Jade pointing a Glock towards his face, stunned by seeing his ex and more surprised with her pointing a weapon at him. He pulled his wits together and gently questioned, "Jade?"

Jade answered with a standoffish tone, "Hello, Beck. I can call you Beck, right? I know how you feel about being called by your first name rather than titles you've earned like 'Fucking Asshole' or 'Biggest Piece of Shit on Earth.'"

"Still a little sore about things, I suppose…" The businessman took a moment to realize what was happening then lazily grinned, believing that he could talk his way out of the blatant hit on his life, and answered, "Interesting way to greet an old friend."

"I'd hardly call us friends. After seeing the fucking sick shit you pulled with the office floozy, I can barely see you as a human being." The spy kept a guarded expression, hesitating in simply shooting him and answered, "This wasn't how I pictured seeing you again, but… hazards of the job, I suppose."

Beck stood up from his seat and lazily questioned, "The job? You're pointing a gun to my face is part of 'your job?' Not sure if 'vengeance' is a good color on you, let alone good for a career."

"I'm not here for any sort of revenge, Beck. I'm here to stop you. For good."

Beck innocently and sweetly smiled, a gesture that had disarmed and swooned plenty of ladies since he hit puberty. "Stop me? From doing what?"

"Selling things to people you shouldn't be selling."

The handsome young man raised his brow and dramatically huffed out, "Oh? Do you have anything less vague to offer me for reasoning?"

"Yeah, but explaining myself is not my job" she answered in a annoyed and regretful tone. "Now I'm the one that has to deal with you."

"I bet you just jumped at the chance to be the one to put a bullet into my heart…" he said standing up and moving toward the front of his desk, "or maybe my head so I couldn't have an open casket funeral? Bet you'd just get off on that."

"No… I didn't jump at this… I was assigned to you," Jade said with a huff, keeping her weapon trained on her target. "It's just a job and you chose this life… becoming a traitor and, as if I needed any more of a reason to fucking put you in the ground, being such a selfish dick that won't even give your girlfriend an orgasm."

"I'd hardly call her my girlfriend. A set of holes with a salary is more like it," Beck threw a disgusted gaze at her, but it quickly morphed into a faint smile. "But good to know you still couldn't resist watching…"

"Couldn't help it. I had to watch for my opportunity," she said, trying to hold back the fact that there was a small part of her that was a little turned on by what she saw, but the fantasy had some cast changes. "Nothing more. Nothing less."

"Well… you just missed it…"

Jade narrowed her eyes at the change in demeanor and remark in why he thought such a thing then heard what she thought was the faintest of footsteps. She was about to glance over her shoulder to see if it was just her imagination, but she heard two shots ring out then felt the sting of them strike her back. Fortunately, the Kevlar messed bodysuit stopped the rounds from actually penetrating, but it did throw her off-balance and fall across the desk.

Beck grabbed her wrist and pulled her a little further across the desk, taking control of her ability to use her weapon and picked up the nearest random object on the desk, being in this case a stapler. He swung back and struck the side Jade's face as hard as he could manage.

Jade's head snapped to the side and she slipped from consciousness, slumping against the desk, gun falling from her hands.

Beck took a breath to calm the rush of adrenaline then looked up to see Tasha holding her pistol that she had tucked away inside her blazer jacket. He grinned at another advantage of having her around.

I know you're pissed that it was short and Jade was barely involved, but there's more coming, I promise. Rather than waiting until all the dreams are done for the next piece of this like I am the Little Red Riding Tori story, I will be posting the part two of this chapter pretty soon since this one ended on a bit of a sour note. Onto the other elephant in the room... Beck certainly doesn't come across too well in Jade's mind, does he? As for the other special cameo, I wonder why Tasha of all people is on Jade's mind... Lots of interesting plot threads that might be reappearing in the main story once things calm down in dreamland. So, let me know what you think. Naturally a ton of thanks are due to my partner who I believe came up with this concept, and I hope you all dug it as much as I did so review/comment. Until next time (which should be next weekend).