WARNING: This story contains mature scenes of a sexual nature. If this bothers you please leave now.

AN: So, long time no see. It has been a few days shy of 5 months since I last posted a story and I am truly sorry about that. I remember saying that I wanted to post 2 chapters/stories a month but I figured that was being overly ambitious, and I was right. So in future I won't be making promises like that, I'm just going to update when I can. Hopefully it won't be as long as 5 months, but I won't make any promises. As a consolation though I am posting another story that I wrote a while ago and just never posted because I was unsure about how it would be receive, but now I'm deciding to take that chance. As for the next chapter, well I have a bit more free time at the minute, so I'm hoping that I'll be able to at least get the final chapter for this story out before I get busy again.

Now as for this chapter, I should warn you guys, its a bit kinkier than my usual stuff so keep that in mind when you read.

And with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and feedback is always appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

"How is it that the CIA, which is one of the biggest and most well-funded spy agencies in the world, missed something as simple as… oh don't know, our mark's girlfriend being MY FUCKING EX."

Sarah winced at her boyfriend's tone. She knew Graham wouldn't take too kindly to Chuck's words, but she doubted he really cared at the moment. Chuck had a very sour history with his ex, Jill Roberts, and her sudden appearance had blindsided him. Fortunately, he had enough sense not to make a scene, given that there was already enough attention on them at the time, but he seemed to withdraw, especially when they chatted to their mark Spencer and Jill after the couple had disengaged themselves from each other. He spoke only when spoken to and answered with as few as words as possible. The look on Jill's face showed that it bothered her, although Spencer didn't really seem to notice. When they had finished the little get together, which had been productive in furthering the goal of the mission, but still had been as awkward as hell, they had immediately gotten on the phone with Graham.

Frankly Sarah agreed with Chuck, although she wouldn't have yelled at her boss like that. A past connection to the mark was something that the agency should have definitely picked up on; as it was, Chuck and Sarah weren't even aware that Spencer was on the cruise with anyone. Graham however, didn't seem to think it was significant. "We can't keep track on every person who hurts your precious feelings Carmichael."

Even though she couldn't see his face, Sarah was sure Graham was rolling his eyes. She could see Chuck frowning and getting ready to yell some more, but she decided to cut him off, otherwise their phone call would turn into a never ending yelling match. "Director, this is really something we should have been informed of, regardless of the exact nature of Chuck and Jill's connection," Sarah said diplomatically. "She knows him personally, and it puts this whole mission at risk."

"Not to mention she knows the name Bartowski and that could lead back to my sister," Chuck couldn't help but add with a frown.

"Unlikely on both accounts," Graham answered. "From my understanding, when Roberts knew Carmichael, he was something of a computer nerd and not much of a risk taker. I sincerely doubt that she will think that Carmichael being a spy or a conman is more likeable than his cover. Did she ask about the name Carmichael?"

Sarah nodded, even though Graham couldn't see it, while Chuck just scoffed. "Yes, Chuck said it was a business name, in order to keep his private life private."

"Good, then there's nothing to worry about," Graham said as if that fixed everything.

"But sir, we still should have been told," Sarah protested again. "Jill Robert's presence caught us off guard. We could have been better prepared for this mission had we known."

The angry silence that immediately followed Sarah's statement showed just little Graham cared for his subordinates' complaints. "It was decided that Ms Roberts relationship with the mark was irrelevant to the mission, hence why you were not told," he eventually said, his voice tight with derision. "You were told everything you needed to know."

Chuck's undisguised snort showed exactly what he thought of that sentiment. He was about to yell at his boss again, but the disapproving glance from Sarah silenced him. "Yes Director," Sarah conceded, and even though she still didn't agree with her superior, they still had a job to do.

"Good. Now where are we on Spencer?"

Sarah snuck another glance at Chuck, who was still scowling. "We've arranged to have dinner with them tonight."

"Excellent. Then hopefully by this time tomorrow, you should have the information in hand."

"How do you figure that," Chuck queried snidely.

Without acknowledging his subordinates behaviour, Graham responded. "Meetings between couples at these kinds of things usually end with partners swapping for the night. You two will 'trade' with Roberts and Spencer, find the information we need and report back to me when you've completed your assignment."

Chuck's eyes widen, both in shock and fury while Sarah froze. "Wait are you actually asking us too…"

"No I'm ordering Carmichael," Graham said, his rolling eyes audible in his tone. "You will sleep with Roberts and Walker with seduce Spencer. This way they shouldn't expect you to be anything other than another swinging couple on a hedonist cruise."

With his orders delivered, the director of the CIA cut the call, leaving Chuck and Sarah alone in their cabin.

Sarah spared a glance towards her boyfriend, unsure of how to broach this sensitive subject. She knew sooner or later something like this would come up, where her job would require her to sleep with some mark and she knew it would cause problems with Chuck. Past boyfriends she had worked with didn't care about her sleeping with other men for the job, mostly because they were doing the exact same thing with the women but also for them, the job always came first. However, they weren't Chuck, which was part of the reason she loved him so much. She knew that for Chuck, sleeping with another man was going to be an issue for him.

And truthfully, she wasn't sure how she felt about Chuck having to seduce another women either, especially his ex. Sure they had met because of a threesome with her best friend, but technically, they weren't together at the time nor did she feel the way she felt about him then as she did now. Again, she was used to boyfriends/partners who slept around, who weren't Chuck.

"Sarah, I am not cool with this," Chuck finally spoke, summarising his feelings and consequently, hers as well, on the matter. "I mean he can't really order us to do that can he? Didn't you mention this before?"

"Officially no Graham can't order us to sleep with our marks, and he knows this," Sarah explained. "I think the only reason he made it an order was because you seem to piss him off."

Despite the tense atmosphere, Chuck couldn't help but chuckle as Sarah continued. "But you're forgetting that while he can't order us how to complete the mission, we still need to complete, and given the nature of this cruise, we don't really have any other option."

Chuck's brow furrowed in frustration. "Couldn't we just make them think we're going to have sex and then knock them out before we start and search their rooms?"

"Usually yes, that is what we would do," she agreed. "But we're going to be stuck on this ship for the next few days, which gives them more time to work out something's gone wrong. We minimise the risk of them working it out. It's basically the only reason why you would actually sleep with a mark."

"Then can't we go to their room for a different reason," he questioned, searching for every possible way out.

Sarah gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "If they think of another reason sure, although somehow I doubt it, seeing as this cruise is all about sex and drugs."

The hacker's head slumped in resignation. "Dammit," he grumbled. "I dunno what I'm dreading the most; you sleeping with that sleaze bag or me sleeping with Jill."

In spite of herself, Sarah gave him a small smirk. "If it makes you feel better, I'd much rather see you with your ex than have that creeps hands on me."

Later that night Chuck and Sarah were sitting at the table they had reserved in the dining hall, waiting for the appearance of Jill and Spencer. "Now remember Chuck, I know you want nothing to do with Jill but we still have a job to do," she lectured. "Try and act like you're supposed to."

"I caught her in my bed with my best friend," Chuck grumbled. "I am acting like I'm supposed to."

"Chuck…" Sarah groaned warningly.

His rolling eyes and shrugging shoulders told her that he would at least try. Chuck's unprofessionalism was that worst thing about working with him, but usually when he deviated from the mission, it was to help someone out, whether to steal something he could steal, sell and donate or to free an ally when he really shouldn't. It was stuff like that that Sarah found very endearing but this time, Chuck was just being petulant. Not that she could blame him, but it was still going to make things harder than they needed to be.

Things between her and Chuck had been tense that afternoon. After they had left their cabin to mingle and keep up appearances, neither were talkative, both in deep contemplation. She was sure Chuck was thinking about ways to get out of having to sleep with Jill and getting revenge on Graham in equal measure. She herself was also trying to think of ways of getting out of the seduction but also about something more serious, at least to her. She was worried about how this would affect her relationship with Chuck.

While he hadn't been supportive in the least, Chuck had angrily confirmed that he understood this was really the only way for them to complete the mission. But just because he said it didn't mean it wouldn't cause problems between them if it actually happened. Lots of men had fantasies about their wives or girlfriends having sex with other men but when the fantasy comes true, not many could handle it. And those men were more open to the idea than her boyfriend was.

She had always tried to avoid actually having sex with the mark, but nowhere near as desperately as she was trying now. Because now, it wasn't just the fact that some sleazy jerk would be manhandling her like a piece of meat, but also the possibility of ruining her relationship with Chuck. One of those could be tolerated, the other she couldn't bare losing.

Sarah was pulled out of her thoughts by her boyfriend's grunt, as he nodded towards the entrance, and saw that Jill and Spencer had arrived, Spencer wearing a tailored tuxedo while Jill was wearing a tight fitting strapless dress which hugged her lithe form like a second skin, a long slit in the skirt displaying a generous amount of her tanned legs as she walked. It was very risqué, as was Sarah's own dress which barely covered her ass and showed a substantial amount of cleavage, but compared to many of the other female patrons, the two women may as well been wearing nun habits. Catching their eyes, Sarah waved their dining companions over, Chuck giving a last minute grumble before forcing himself to smile half-heartedly, which Sarah instantly saw through, and given the way Jill's face fell when she approached, so did she.

As the night progressed, Sarah quickly noted two very big things about the other couple. The first, and perhaps most obvious, was that Spencer was a gigantic douchebag. The kind of asshole that regardless of what he says, whether he was probing into Chuck and Jill's former relationship, something neither was very forthcoming about, or simply commenting on the lobster, which Sarah felt was excellent, you couldn't but want to smack his head into the table repeatedly. It was enough to make Sarah want to shoot him, regardless of whether or not he was actually connected to Fulcrum.

The other thing she notice was that Jill, despite being in a relationship with another man, seemed to still have feelings for Chuck. It wasn't exactly obvious, and if Sarah hadn't been so good at reading people she'd probably have missed it, but it was a lot of subtle things, like how her face seemed to fall when she tried to reminisce about some of their good times and Chuck simply gave a dismissive grunt. If Sarah didn't hate Jill for what she did to her boyfriend, she'd probably feel sorry for the brunette.

After they had finished their meals, Spencer asked Sarah if she would accompany him to the dance floor. She could see Chuck tense at the question, although whether it was her dancing and flirting with another man or him being alone with his ex, she wasn't sure. While Sarah just wanted to introduce her knee to Spencer's groin, they still had a job to do, so she agreed. The two stood up and made their way to the dance floor but not before she shot a warning glance at her boyfriend, hoping that he didn't ruin things.

No sooner had they made their way onto the dance floor did Spencer's hand find its way to her ass, causing Sarah to subtly frown at his lack of delicacy. "I gotta say," Spencer drawled in what he thought was a charming manner as they began to move around the dance floor. "That Chuck guy has certainly had some fine ladies in his bed."

Sarah wanted to her roll her eyes at his crass words but instead settled for defending her boyfriend. "Chuck is an incredible guy," she explained. "He's sweet, smart, funny…"

Spencer's snort interrupted her long list of Chuck's good qualities. "Please, you sound like dating profile."

The blonde agent did her best to hold her anger in check at his dismissiveness. "He's also got a massive cock and is an excellent lover," she shot back hotly.

Spencer's face lit up with a sleazy smirk. "That sounds a bit more like it," he said. "I look forward to seeing the stud in action later."

Sarah had hoped, that maybe, just maybe, Spencer wouldn't be interested in swinging with her and Chuck, but given the nature of the cruise, she knew it was a vain hope, and the mark had just confirmed it. He fully expected them to swap partners and it seemed it was the only way to gain access to his room. Worse of all, she needed to decide right there on the spot.

But at the same time, she couldn't bear the thought of losing Chuck, just to confirm whether or not the man who was currently groping her belong to Fulcrum. Hell, if it was a choice between losing Chuck and world destruction, she still wasn't sure if she could do it. Chuck was just too important to her, and she wasn't willing to lose what they had. To hell with Graham and the mission.

However, just as she was about to deliver her refusal, Spencer seemed to interpret her silent thought as something else. "If you're worried about sleeping with another man, I wouldn't worry about it," he explained, ending her reflections. "Truth be told, my interests lie elsewhere."

"What?" Sarah said in confusion, his cryptic words perplexing her.

"What I'm trying to say is I prefer to watch," Spencer elaborated again in his sleazy manner. "To be completely blunt, I want to watch you and Chuck fuck the living day lights out of Jill."

Although she was stunned by the mark's request, Sarah masterfully prevented her surprise from showing. A small part of her was almost insulted; after all she was a very beautifully woman, who wouldn't want to have sex with her. However soon her vanity was quickly squelched by her devotion to her job and her boyfriend and the joy she felt at being able to accomplish both goals. With their mark's preference for watching known, they could now complete their mission, and she wouldn't have to suffer another man touching her and hurting her Chuck. At least any more than she already had.

"Not to mention," Spencer continued, once again misinterpreting her silence as hesitation as they twirled around the dance floor. "Chuck could get himself some revenge. I get the feeling their break up wasn't very amicable so it'd do the boy some good to get some pay back. Hell, you might even like some of that yourself."

Now that idea appealed to Sarah very much. She knew Chuck wouldn't really care for the idea of revenge – he was far too good a person for that – but the idea of making the brunette skank pay for what she did to the kindest man she knew was too good to pass up. That combined with that fact that they could now easily complete the mission, and Sarah was sold on the idea.

Now she just had to convince her Chuck to sleep with the woman he hated more than anyone else.

While Sarah was dancing with their mark, Chuck was left in quite literally the last place he wanted to be. And while his talent for exaggeration was at play a little bit, he could honestly say that he would quite happily that he'd rather be on a plank about to dive into shark infested waters or be dangling over an active volcano then be sitting there with his ex.

"So Sarah seems nice," Jill said in attempt to find something to talk about. "Although I have to admit I'm kind of surprised to see you with someone like her."

"Someone like her?" Chuck repeated stiffly.

"You know, so… glamourous," she elaborated, oblivious to the way Chuck tensed up. "She looks like a movie star or a model. She's not really someone I could ever imagine being with you."

"Oh I'm sorry," The hacker said sarcastically. "Should I just stick to nerdy brunettes who end up cheating on me?"

He took great satisfaction as his ex-girlfriend flinched at his words. "Chuck… what you saw… I… it's wasn't what it looked like."

Chuck snorted in disbelieve. "Oh right, so you weren't riding my best friend on my bed, begging for him to 'fuck you harder'?"

Jill flinched again and remained silent, knowing that there wasn't anything she could say to defend her actions that would satisfy Chuck. The hacker simply stared at her angrily as she thought carefully about her next words.

Finally, she broke her silence. "Maybe we should talk about that. You know, get some closure on the issue."

"What's there to talk about?" Chuck retorted. "You were my girlfriend, with the whole fidelity thing being implied in that title, and you slept with my best friend. What exactly do we need to talk about Jill? Seems pretty cut and dry to me."

Chuck could see that Jill seemed conflicted about something, although he wasn't exactly sure about what. Still his anger was currently at the forefront of his thoughts as he decided to twist the knife. "You wanna know that worst thing, Jill? What makes you cheating so much worse?"

"What?" she queried in a tight voice.

He was about to tell her what he had never told anyone, not even Ellie or Morgan, but he managed to catch himself. Despite how much he hated his boss, and his apathy towards his job in general, he knew it would reflect badly on Sarah if that failed this mission, and her happiness was worth more to him than hashing out painful emotions with Jill. Even if that meant he had to sleep with the aforementioned evil witch.

Finally, after a moment to calm his raging emotions, Chuck responded to Jill's query. "It doesn't matter Jill," he stated, inwardly winching at how rehearsals and automatic it sounded. "It happened five years ago and I'm over it."

It was then he noticed the look on Jill's face, a look that seemed to say that while he might claim to be over what happened between them, she wasn't. It both confused and angered Chuck. After all, she was the one who cheated on him and disregarded their entire relationship for a romp with his best friend, what right did she have to miss what they had.

Any further discussions apart their past was cut short by the return of their current other halves from the dance floor. Spencer leaned down to where Jill sat and whispered something in her ear. With no hesitation, the brunette woman stood and left the dining hall with her boyfriend, but not before shooting her ex-boyfriend a seductive wink, which only furthered Chuck's confusion. He then turned to Sarah, who had returned to her seat as the other couple had left. "What's going on?"

His beautiful blonde girlfriend looked quite pleased with herself. "Well I have some good news and some bad news. Good news is that we are going to be able to complete this mission and I won't have to sleep with that sleaze."

At her words, Chuck relaxed a great deal. "That's great," he said enthusiastically. "So what's the bad news?"

Sarah's look of glee turned rather sheepish. "Well… unfortunately you're stilling going to have to sleep with Jill," she said, pausing for a moment before adding. "Actually, we both are."

"What?" Chuck hissed in disbelief.

Sarah nodded at his exclamation. "Turns out, Spencer is a voyeur. Prefers to watch handsome studs and sultry hellcats fuck his girlfriend rather than do the deed himself."

Noticing how quiet her boyfriend had become, Sarah reached over and gently laid her hand on top of his. "Chuck," she prodded softly. "Are you going to be able to do this? I don't want to make you doing something you really don't want to do, even for the sake of the mission."

Snapping out of his mood, he addressed his girlfriend. "Me? It's you who should be upset. I just think about how upset I would be with you actually did have to sleep with Spencer, even the idea of it, and now you're the one who's going to suffer that. Don't get me wrong, I really don't want to sleep with my ex, but Sarah, it's so much more important that you're happy with this."

Sarah smiled at her loving boyfriend and his concern for her before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'll be ok Chuck, but thank you."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she told him. "Normally yes I would be very upset about another woman putting her paws on what's mine, but this is different, and not just because of the mission either. That bitch hurt you and we are going to make her pay by making her beg."

Towards the end of her statement, Sarah's tone had become somewhat maniacal and it both frightened and turned him on. Resigning to his fate, he stood up from his chair and helped Sarah out of hers. "Then let's go make it happen."

A few minutes after they left the dining hall, they arrived at Spencer's cabin, when the man in question and his girlfriend were currently waiting for them, Jill having changed from her dress and into a short black silken robe. She was lying seductively on the bed while Spencer had arranged one of the cabin's chairs to get a good view. "Well there she is," Spencer crowed as he made himself comfortable. "Ready for you two to do what you want with her."

Despite the fact that the woman in question was his cheating ex, Chuck still felt that women in general should be treated with more respect. But before he could say anything against Spencer, he was interrupted by Sarah, who knew that her boyfriend's chivalry, while charming, would not help the mission. "Mmm, she looks good enough to eat," the blonde purred, sending shivers up Chuck's spine.

Turning to her boyfriend, Sarah continued to speak, her tone erotically lecherous. "Mind taking off my dress and letting me go first, babe," she said, enjoying the look of surprise and disappointment that flashed across Jill's face. "I bet that slut has a wonderful tongue on her."

Chuck gave a small chuckle from behind her as his grabbed the zipper on Sarah's dress and lowered it, before pulling the garment off her perfect body, leaving it clad in a sexy black bra and boy short panties. He then undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it off as well before Sarah stepped towards the bed, leaving her boyfriend where he stood to enjoy the view of her sexy behind.

The blonde stuttered the remaining distance towards Jill with everyone present enjoying the sway of her hips as she made her way to the bed. She stepped out of her heels and crawled onto the bed, placing herself above Jill, whose arousal could be heard through her laboured breathing. Sarah shot the other woman a predatory smirk as she held herself up with one hand and allowed the other to graze along the folds of her robe. "Best you wish it was Chuck here instead of me," she whispered hotly in Jill's ear, taunting the other woman as she moaned softly. "Too bad for you because I'm not as nice."

With that, Sarah slid her hand underneath Jill's robe and opened the garment, showing to all that the brunette had also removed her underwear as well as her dress, her perky breasts and bare pussy put on display. Sarah wasted no time in flinging the sides of the robe open and latching her mouth onto on of Jill's erect nipples, eliciting a pleasurable groan from the other woman. While she played with the apparently very sensitive nipple, given the easily it was to make Jill moan, Sarah moved her hands to aid her in her task of inflicting wonderful torture on her boyfriend's ex. Using one hand to massage Jill's neglected breast and the other to plunder her increasingly wet caverns, the brunette was soon squirming in pleasure underneath the beautiful blonde.

As would any man in his position, Chuck was enraptured with the sight before him, watching his current beautiful girlfriend use her fingers and mouth to pleasure his ex-beautiful girlfriend, easily recognising her groans of ecstasy. The only thing that would have made this situation better was if he didn't have to share the sight with a sleazy douchebag, as Spencer was ogling the two entwined ladies with an undisguised look of lust. Still, Chuck preferred to focus on the sight before him, especially when Sarah seemed to decide that she had had enough of tasting Jill's tit and turned herself around, placing her mouth at the other woman entrance and bringing her own pussy to Jill's lips.

Despite the many, many unkind things Sarah had thought about her boyfriend's ex, she had to admit that Jill certainly knew how to use her tongue. "Oh yeah baby you're working wonders on my pussy," moaned Sarah. "Guess you're a bigger whore than I previously thought."

Inwardly, Sarah smirked as the shot hit its mark and she felt Jill's body flinch at her dig. However if she thought Jill was going to take her digs lying down, she was sorely mistaken. "Mmm, you're pretty good with your tongue as well," came Jill's voice from between her thighs. "I wonder if Chuck knows how much practice you've been getting."

Sarah could appreciate the subtly of the insult, but was not going to allow Chuck's cheating ex-girlfriend to talk to her like that. Using a trick she had learned from Carina years ago, she used her tongue to play with Jill's clitoris while she slid her middle two fingers inside the brunette's honeypot, her digits dancing inside her depths. The squeal that came from the other end was the only sign of victory she needed. "Oh god… fuck yes…," Jill cried as she spilled her juices all over Sarah's face. "God you're… amazing Sarah."

That took care of the battle, Sarah thought to herself victoriously, now to finish the war.

Lifting her head up slightly, Sarah's gaze met Chuck's, and she shot him a mischievous smirk. She spread Jill's legs wider, clearing displaying the other woman's pussy, glistening with her arousal. "Come here baby," Sarah purred. "I think it's time you sunk your big cock into this little skank."

Seeing his cue, Chuck quickly removed his suit and nakedly made his way forward to the bed. When he got to the edge of the bed, he stood there in front of Sarah as she now sat upright with her crotch still over Jill's mouth. "I see she's already for me," he told his girlfriend, gesturing to his growing erection. "Now how about you get me ready for her."

Sarah smiled genuinely at her boyfriend, before bring her mouth to his massive cock. She was glad to see that despite his reservations about the whole thing, he was willing to play along, as they needed to put on a show for Spencer, who was currently staring at the threesome with a look of lustful awe. Ignoring the dirty sleazebag, she eagerly began fellating Chuck's man meat, determined to reward him for going so far outside his comfort zone. Of course it was difficult to concentrate fully on the task, given how good the determined Jill Roberts was lapping at her pussy.

Chuck fought the urge to allow his eyes roll back into his head as Sarah took him in her mouth, sucking on him like a lollypop. He instead looked down in an attempt to remain focused, although seeing his current girlfriend's cum covered face bobbing on his cock while she straddled his ex-girlfriend's face only furthered his arousal and threatened to send him over the edge, had Sarah not then and there decided that Chuck was ready for the main event. "Hmm, I think you're ready now," she said before giving his member one last teasing flick of her tongue. She then addressed the woman beneath her. "What about you Jill? Are you ready to have your slutty cunt filled with Chuck's magnificent dick?"

"Oh god yes," came Jill's muffled plea, the brunette having felt neglected while Sarah had been blowing Chuck.

Sarah smirked with a slight chuckle. "You heard the skank babe," she told her boyfriend. "Remind her how good you fuck."

Wordlessly, Chuck did as he was told, sliding his arms underneath Jill's legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he slid his rock hard cock into his ex-girlfriend. He relished the warm feeling for her pussy engulfing his manhood and did his best to squash the memories that it brought forth. Forgetting all the previous times they had made love, Chuck gave a rather aggressive thrust into Jill's depths, a move that caused his former lover to gasp in surprise before his continued movements began eliciting soft moans of pleasure.

Sarah could feel herself quickly approaching her orgasm, as the cock in Jill's pussy seem to spur her on, and the blonde agent could feel the pressure building as the brunette skank ate her out. She also had the perfect view of Chuck sliding in and out of his ex and, to her surprise, only aroused her further, seeing her boyfriend fuck another woman to, judging by the sounds coming beneath her, was going to be an amazing climax. She pulled Chuck to her lips and began to passionately make out with him as she achieved her orgasm, her honey spilling on Jill's face much in the same way Jill had done previously.

As his currently girlfriend came over his ex-girlfriend's face and slump over to the side, breaking their kiss, Chuck began to pick up the pace, knowing that he wasn't far from his own orgasm, and given the way Jill was tightening around him and squirming beneath his thrusts, she wasn't far off either. He could clear see her face now, her face scrunching up in a way that he knew meant she was going to come soon. Chuck knew that part of his aggressive love making came from the hurt he still felt over Jill's betrayal, but given the way the brunette was responding, she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. As he continued to plough her, he absentmindedly wondered if Sarah would like things a bit rougher in the bed room.

All of a sudden, Jill started vibrating furiously, a familiar sign to Chuck that she was having a very powerful orgasm. "OH MY GOD," she screamed like a banshee. "OH GOD YES CHUCK… I'M… OH GOD… I'M CUMMING."

She continued to shake violently as Chuck kept fucking her pussy, her nectar soon covering his rod as he moved like a piston in and out of her. When Jill finally stopped trembling, Chuck knew that she was teetering towards a blissful sex-induced slumber and not even a tsunami would awaken her. He quickly pulled out and straddled Jill's stomach, the woman in question eyeing him sleepily as she struggled to remain conscious. Grasping his dick, Chuck jerked himself off and erupted all over Jill's breasts, his cream covering her fleshy mounds, his ex-girlfriend's smiling face a sign that she enjoyed his last act before she fell to slumber.

As Chuck shook the last few droplets of cum from his now spent member, he looked to Sarah, who was also dozing after experiencing a powerful orgasm. Apparently his type had nothing to do with hair colour. He quickly shook Sarah back into full consciousness, causing her to jolt awake. Yawning and stretching, which caused her breasts to jut out catching her boyfriend's eye before she took note of her surroundings. "You came on her tits," she queried Chuck, smirking at his blush. "Thought you respected women more than that."

"I thought the plan was to torture and humiliate her," he defended. "Beside she didn't seem to mind."

"I guess so," she replied. "Now what about Spen… oh you have got to be kidding me."

Still in his chair, their mark Spencer, who had until now been forgotten by the threesome, lay there fast asleep, some drool coming from his open mouth. "Guess the excitement was too much for the dirty old man," Chuck said sarcastically.

"You think?" Sarah snarled, the man once again wounding her vanity. "I mean there are two gorgeous girls acting like porn stars and he falls asleep?! Is this guy for real?"

"Apparently," Chuck said, snickering at the situation.

Grumblingly to herself, Sarah hopped off the bed and made her way to where she had dumped her purse. Bending down to pick up the object, and intentionally giving her boyfriend an excellent view of her naked rear, she pulled out a dart gun from her purse. In quick succession, she shot both Jill and Spencer with a tranquiliser dart. "Was that really necessary," Chuck questioned from the bed. "I mean they're already asleep."

"Just making sure," Sarah replied. "After all it'd blow the whole thing if either of them woke up to find up rummaging through their stuff."

"Uh huh. And you just wanted to shoot them."

"And I wanted to shoot them," she conceded unabashedly. "Now come on we have a job to do. You look on his laptop while I check out their luggage."

Like the good boyfriend he was, Chuck got off the bed and made his way to the desk where Spencer had set up his laptop. Turning it on, he easily cut through the meagre security the mark had set up, clearly not anticipating anyone accessing his laptop. Once everything had loaded up, he began his search, starting with Spencer's email inbox.

Luck was on Chuck's side when he easily found an email that was from an address he recognised as a Fulcrum front company which was received three days ago. It was short and simply read:

Mr Spencer,

We are grateful that true patriots like yourself know the value of the work our branch is doing for the greater good of the United States of America. Know that your generous donation will go to putting this country back firmly on the path to greatness.

We hope you enjoy your trip and should you require anything at all, we have sent a liaison to attend to all of your needs.

Sincerely,

Warren Mercer.

Chuck grinned victoriously as he reread the email. While most wouldn't think anything of it, he was familiar with several of Fulcrum's ciphers and the code words he recognised confirmed Spencer's relationship with the nefarious cabal. However, upon reading the last paragraph again, he realised something. Liaison was usually a Fulcrum code word for operative or agent, and according to the email, Fulcrum had sent someone along with him. But Chuck and Sarah had spent a fair amount of time with Spencer and they hadn't seen anyone. The only other person they had seen with Spencer was…

"Sarah," Chuck cried as he was hit with realisation. "Jill's with Fulcrum."

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