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And Casey Makes Three

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Donny was absolutely sure that he was about to score with this incredible babe. Carina had told him that it was going to happen almost exactly like this. But it was still hard to believe. She was the hottest thing he had ever seen. While he had never heard of Sarah Walker before, he certainly had been in this position with plenty of babes. She was sending him all of the 'fuck me' signals. The way she smiled as she unbuttoned that button was telling. Just one more and he'd be able to look down and see everything. She was currently smiling at him like he was some sort of Greek God. She was putty in his hands. She made absolutely no move to stop his hand which had gradually moved higher until it was at the very edge of her simply perfect chest. His erection was making it hard to stand straight. Actually, it had been quite the day all around.

First there was the afternoon with Carina while she enlisted his help for her project. Say what you want about her, she definitely knew her way around the bedroom. It was a good move holding out for a while. She convinced him in ways that he'd only read about.

Then there was the amazing dinner and wild party on this yacht that was something right out of live styles of the rich and famous. He had never cut into a filet that was so tender and tasty.

But nothing beat this. There were four world class beautiful women on this ship. And he was soon about to have the most beautiful one on her back. Indeed, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Donny was unsure about what to do next. He understood Carina's plan. After all, she had spent hours explaining it very clearly to him. He wasn't sure if they were still watching. If they were, it would probably be a nice touch to move his hand a few inches to the left and feel her up through her shirt. But then again, it would be so much better to lead her into his bedroom, unbutton and slide that shirt to the floor with the lights on, and feel her up properly… and oh so much more. He was about to grab her hand to do just that when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me," Chuck said with a relaxed smile. "Hi. I was wondering where you went to. Do you want to dance?"

"I'd simply love to dance," Sarah said as she slipped past a stunned Donny. Long gone was the voice of the drunk, horny sexpot. "You know how much I love to dance with you. What kept you anyway? I thought you'd never get here. I've been standing here counting the seconds waiting for you. I've really missed you tonight. In another very few minutes I think I was going to have to start pealing his hands off of some rather strategic body parts. I was starting to worry that you forgot about me."

Chuck laughed. "I could never forget about you," he said.

Sarah sided into him affectionately, placed her head on his chest and turned her face up for a brief but fairly intense kiss. "I know," she said. "It feels pretty great, huh? How'd it go?"

Chuck put on the look of total mock offense. "How'd it go?" he asked incredulously. "Don't our plans always work? They are in there with her right now. That's probably as much as I want to know."

"She's going to be so pissed," Sarah said as she laughed for a long moment. "She doesn't like to lose. And I'll bet that Laura absolutely puts her through the fucking wringer, no pun intended. If that sounds like I'm feeling sorry for her in any way, well I'm not. You were right, she is totally predictable. She had that coming. Thank you for the present."

Chuck smiled. "My pleasure," he said. "And I mean that quite literally. We're not forgetting about my reward are we?"

"We certainly are not," Sarah said as she conspicuously rubbed her chest against his. "Do you feel that? Why do you think I'm so hard? Your reward is all I've been thinking about for the past hour."

"That's good," Chuck said with a toothy grin. "Don't forget about Joey. She played her role brilliantly."

"I'm not forgetting about Joey," Sarah said, matching his grin. "But a sincere thank you is going to have to suffice for her reward." She then turned to an obviously confused Donny. "I'm sorry for all the teasing," she said. "Especially for the button. That really wasn't fair, was it? We do appreciate your help on the dock this morning. It was very brave. Your superiors can expect a formal letter of appreciation. But that really doesn't make up for the fact that you were basically a slime ball here tonight. Tell me something, does that act ever actually work with women? I was having a hard time keeping from laughing at you. The bad news is that it looks like you have a big problem that you're now going to have to deal with all by yourself in bed tonight."

Chuck couldn't keep in the laugh. It came out pretty wet.

But Sarah wasn't finished telling Donny off quite yet. "Well," she continued. "Honesty forces me to admit that I'm not really all that sorry. It just seemed like the thing to say. You actually got off easy. If you would have touched my chest like you were clearly getting close to, well things would have gotten a little more unpleasant. We have a whole day before we are going to be close to a hospital, so having a broken finger would be a major, painful inconvenience. But like Carina, you also would have had it coming."

"You clearly joined the wrong team."

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Laura grinned as she walked into Carina's room. It was just like Chuck told her. She was lying on the bed with her hands cuffed together over her head, securely fastened to the headboard. She was naked except for the briefest pair of bikini briefs and the gag. Except for the gag, she looked fairly comfortable. Chuck was far too nice of a guy for anything else. Most guys would have taken the panties and left her completely naked. Again, Chuck was a nice guy.

Laura went and sat on the bed beside her. "It looks like you've gotten yourself into something of a pickle," she said with a grin. She held up the handcuff keys for Carina's inspection. "Do you want me to release you?"

The muffled string of, well Laura could only assume obscenities probably meant yes. The nod confirmed it.

"Okay," Laura said. "No problem. Tell me, Carina, what's in this for me?"

Clearly the question was rhetorical. There was no way to negotiate. Carina couldn't speak. She was gagged. She recognized that as well, relaxed, and just waited for Laura's terms.

Laura narrowed her eyes. "Casey told me the story of how he found himself in a very similar position once," she said calmly but with no humor in her voice. "Carina, I'll be totally honest and tell you that I'm not sure where Casey and I are going to end up. I mean, we're spies, right? Falling in love isn't part of the deal for people like us. But he's an amazing guy. I'm feeling things that honestly have me confused. I've never met anybody like him. I really, really like the feeling of being with him. And it's not the sex. Well, it's not totally the sex."

Laura paused for a moment to allow that to sink in. "I have to tell you. Casey's story really pissed me off, so much that you're lucky this opportunity didn't happen a week ago. It wouldn't have gone well for you. If you didn't want to fuck him, well, that's your perfect right. I can understand that. I can even understand treating a mark like that under the right conditions. But leaving a fellow spy in a helpless situation like you did… it wasn't right. It crossed the line. It needlessly humiliated him in front of his team. It was even potentially dangerous, could have cost him his life. By the way, you really, really missed out when you left without fucking him. He is amazing in bed, the best I've ever had."

Carina just relaxed and allowed her to get to the point.

"So here's the bottom line," Laura continued. "You need some serious punishment. Normally I would leave you secured, slide those panties that honestly aren't doing much anyway down your legs, and give you to my new boyfriend for his amusement. That might even be justice. But I find myself surprisingly jealous thinking about you fucking him. I'm not totally sure why. In fact it scares me a little. But I am. It would simply be a defense mechanism trying to deny it. So the only way this is going to happen is for me to join you. I'll be honest. Except for pretending with Chuck and Joey last night, I've never been in a threesome before. That's probably unusual for someone who has been a spy for as long as I have. In fact my experience with other women is also very limited. But I'll release you if you give me the same deal that you wanted from Sarah. For the rest of the night, I get total control. Casey's too nice of a guy. He would never demand the things that I will on his behalf. I can't pretend that I'll give you any new experiences. I doubt there is much in bed that you haven't done at least once. But our slate will be clean. So do we have a deal?"

Carina shook her head defiantly.

"Totally your call," Laura said as she got up. "You'll probably eventually get a better deal when one of the guys find you. See you around… maybe."

Laura was almost to the door when she heard the muffled sound. When she turned Carina had obviously thought about her alternatives and was convinced that she wasn't bluffing. She nodded slowly.

"Understand something," Laura said, taking a couple of steps back into the room. "I'm not fucking around here. Chuck made me promise not to go too far in proving my point. But in my mind you are getting off far too easy. If this was up to me, you would have a very long night of making sure that multiple people were very entertained. So if I have to settle, I want this to be a spy's present for my new guy. This night is going to be in every detail all about him. If I get any pleasure out of it, it's going to be a byproduct of you and me performing for his entertainment. If you get any pleasure, well I'm afraid that it's going to have to be the joy of service and the satisfaction of a job well done."

Laura paused for a moment to allow that to sink in. "He is understandably a little pissed at you," she finally continued. "So my first directive is going to call for you to calm him down a little. I want some serious groveling as you spend some quality time creatively convincing him that you're incredibly sorry and willing to do anything to prove it. I'll play things by ear from there. I expect you to treat this with the same respect that you would any assignment. I want your total submission when it's called for and your total enthusiasm when it's called for. I expect your very best physical effort in any and every detail. If I don't get it, I can think of some very entertaining activities to punish you. If you really piss me off… Carina, I make a really bad enemy. If it comes to that I can be a serious bitch when I need to be. Understood?"

Carina paused for a moment. She knew that Laura wasn't kidding a single bit. They had only worked together for a couple of quick hits, but Carina knew her reputation very well. She was one of the very best. Maybe she was a notch below Sarah on the pecking order, but who wasn't? So she knew that if she agreed to her clearly stated terms, she'd have to come through. So she paused for a long moment before she reluctantly nodded.

"By the way," Laura said as she opened the door. "Let's get something on the table. I get that you're not trying to break them up or take advantage of her. You're trying to look out for her. As understandably pissed at you as they are right now, deep down they get it too. You're just wrong about Chuck and Sarah. It's an honest mistake. It's what I thought at first too. In fact a month ago, I would have bet on you. I may have even helped you. But Sarah is no longer a spy. She is Chuck's wife. That's how she sees herself. In fact, if anything, we're going to have to look out for her in the field. She's not thinking like a spy. That might make her vulnerable. If you really love her, like I know that you do, like I do, then you'll back off and be happy for her. She's honestly happy for the first time in her life."

Carina paused for a long moment before nodding again.

"Good," Laura said with a smile. "This is all for Casey. But I might actually surprise myself and have a good time tonight. I'm going to relax and make myself try. I'd be lying if I said that this wasn't exciting for me at some level. I'm going to give you an opportunity to impress me. I'm looking forward to it. You?"

This time Carina's nod was much quicker and there was a definite sparkle in her eyes.

"I'll go get him."

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At first, Sarah thought that Chuck was just kidding about dancing. But he clearly wasn't. He knew full well how much she loved to dance. But it was also obvious that Sarah currently had some other favorite activity in mind. So after going through the motions for a couple of songs, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck. "I think we're done here," she said.

"Are you sure?" Chuck asked. "I know how much you love to dance. It's okay. I can wait for my reward."

"Well I can't," Sarah said softly, putting her mouth close to his ear to be heard over the loud music. "I simply love to dance. I'll not try and deny that. It's one of the favorite things in my life. When I was a spy it was pretty much my only chance to escape for a few hours. It was the only place where I could truly let my hair down. A month ago it would have been my very favorite thing. But now my favorite thing is being in the bedroom with you watching the funny expressions you put on your face while I'm making you… um… forget your own name. My second favorite thing is when you're making me forget my own name. It's practically all I ever think about. If I have to choose between dancing and dragging you into the bedroom and making love until we're both too exhausted to move, I'm choosing the latter ever single time. Tell me, Chuck. I'm not trying to start anything, but when are you going to start believing that?"

Chuck paused for a long moment. "I sure don't want to start anything either," he finally said hesitantly. "We're having such a nice moment. I'm looking forward to the bedroom just as much as you are. I understand how this is going to sound. I'm really not trying to sound jealous. But can you tell me how Carina was so sure that you would so eagerly fuck some stranger in front of me once you were drunk?"

Sarah pulled back from the embrace a little to grin at him. "It's not anything like you're thinking," she said. "It's more like an inside joke. In the C.A.T. days the other three girls were pretty… well, I think you can imagine. They were always on me to join them at the hottest club in whatever city we found ourselves in. Of course they were all looking for the hot guy of the night to go home with. Well that wasn't me. But since I love to dance and the alternative was sitting alone in my hotel room, I joined them more often than not. You know me. It really doesn't matter who I'm dancing with. I'm pretty much in my own world. As you can guess, I usually didn't have any problem finding a dance partner. Guys were always coming over. And if they weren't too obnoxious trying to look down my shirt I usually danced with them. And you know Carina. She was constantly trying to hook me up with any man who showed the slightest bit of interest hoping I'd eventually go home with one."

"I'll bet she had a lot of candidates," Chuck sighed.

Sarah's grin was still in full force. "You're right, sweetie," she said. "In those pickup clubs she had a steady stream of candidates who were willing to take me home and have their way with me. She was positively obsessed with it, kept telling me that it would change my life. So Zondra finally noticed and came to me with a plan to fuck with Carina's head. I think that you might actually like Zondra. Fucking with Carina is still one of her favorite things."

"When do I get to meet this Zondra?" Chuck asked with the smile plain in his voice. "You're right. I like her already."

Sarah started laughing. "I knew it," she said. "Fair warning, Zondra is every bit as wild in her own way as Carina. Anyway, her plan was pretty simple. I would get the girls together and in a very rare introspective moment confess to them that I feared that I was vulnerable to certain men when I was drinking. I made Zondra promise to protect me if it looked like I was helpless. Zondra knew that would drive Carina up the wall crazy. And she was right. Carina spent months begging Zondra to just let it happen, just once. So Zondra played it up. She had a blast teasing her, told her that I had a specific type that I couldn't resist. Carina killed herself looking for that type night after night and bringing them over to me. Sometimes when the man turned out to be particularly obnoxious I would give Zondra the signal, act a little drunk, and allow him to think that he maybe had a shot. I'm not very proud of that part. But it was all an act. Zondra would make a big show out of stepping in at the last second, rescuing my honor, and enjoying the frustration she was giving Carina. And that's why Carina still thinks that it's true."

Chuck was visibly relieved. "Okay," he said. "Now I really want to meet this Zondra. I know that I sounded jealous. I also know that we're past that. I'm sorry."

That got an even bigger grin. "Why would you be sorry?" she asked. "I'm hoping that you never totally get over being a little jealous. It's cute, just as long as it doesn't get in the way. I have the same deal. And we are past that. You just proved that rather convincingly. Chuck, your play of Carina just now represented exactly your worst fear. I can only imagine what she was telling you. I get that was hard for you to hear, probably dredged up some thoughts that weren't all that pleasant. But you set that fear aside… for me. You sat there and listened to her tell you things that played right into your fear, and you didn't bat an eye. You played this trained agent right into willingly putting the cuffs on her own wrists. That alone is going to have her face red for a week. It is so impressive that I'm having a hard time even talking about it without bawling right here on the dance floor. You don't have to feel bad for wanting to know about my past. I'll never try and withhold anything from you. In fact, you're not the only one who can be a little jealous. I'm sure it will come up soon enough. Now tell me exactly what she said to you."

Chuck smiled. "She told me that you were vulnerable with the pretty boys," he said. "She said that sober you might stand a chance, but drunk you were helpless. She said you'd be a wild thing in his room. But that after was it over, you'd feel horrible about it. She said that was always how it was with Bryce."

Sarah's grin faded considerably. She wasn't thinking that Carina would bring up Bryce. That was a little more complicated. Bryce wasn't an act. She knew that Chuck was dying to know some details about her intimate moments with him… and yet dreading it at the same time. And she also knew he wouldn't ask. Instead he'd suffer in silence. It was sweet. "Here's the deal," she finally said. "She's actually mostly right about Bryce. I've always been trying to be sensitive to not rubbing your face in our sex life, but this is one of those things you want me to tell you about so you won't have to imagine the worst, right?"

Chuck nodded… warily.

"Okay," Sarah said. "You absolutely deserve to hear it once without the sugar coating. I'm not going to pretend that Bryce and I never had a tender moment. It didn't happen very often, but we did. There were even a couple of times when I initiated the sex because I wanted to feel closer to him hoping that would move our relationship forward. We went to Cabo San Lucas for a long weekend once. It was the first time we'd ever been together outside of a mission. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have fun with him on that trip. And maybe at the time I even hoped that it might be the start of us moving to the next level. But that didn't work out at all. At first I spent some sleepless nights wondering why. But then it hit me. We were partners who used each other for support in a tough, lonely situation, nothing more. It was the spy analogy to a relationship. There was no next level for us to move to and never would be. Bryce wasn't who I was looking for. And Bryce wasn't even looking."

Chuck smiled. "I know about Cabo," he said. "The pictures are still on your phone."

Sarah's face turned pretty red and yet lost a lot of its color at the same time. "I guess you're right," she finally said softly as she tried hard to blink away the tears that were forming. "I forgot that they are there. I'm so sorry. Chuck, trust me. It's sure not because of any residual feelings that I might have for Bryce. It was just a fun vacation for me. I never got times like that. It's never occurred to me how keeping those pictures on my phone might look to you. It's exactly one of those stupid incredibly insensitive things that we talked about this afternoon, the things that make me an inadequate wife at best and an unworthy bitch at worst. As soon as we're back in the room I want you to delete them."

"Sarah, you don't have to…"

"No," Sarah insisted. "Don't you dare tell me that I don't have to delete the pictures of me hugging my ex on an exotic vacation. I'm feeling horrible enough already. All I need is you twisting the knife by being all sweet about it. On second thought we'll delete them together. That weekend is no longer high on my list anyway. You and I just had a better time dancing than I ever did in Cabo. In fact all of the high points of my life have happened with you. It's time that I started acting like it, like a wife who is looking out for her husband."

"See," Chuck said. "This is exactly what we talked about. Okay, I get that you think that you should have deleted those pictures once we were together. Maybe you're right. But Sarah, the second you realized it, you immediately fixed it. I don't want you to feel horrible about something like that. You maybe don't have a wife's instincts… yet. But you certainly weren't doing anything on purpose. I get that."

"Okay," Sarah finally said, clearly trying to change the subject. "Anyway we're getting off track. You wanted to know about the sex. The vast majority of it was after some dangerous event on a mission. It was pure adrenalin, ripping clothes off in the dark, raw unfeeling animal lust, hard and fast fucking. I quickly learned that if I wanted anything from the experience, I was responsible to make it happen. That's as much as I honestly remember. When it was quickly over, I usually did feel guilty about it. It was unprofessional. Even worse, I felt uncomfortable. I felt naked, empty, like I was missing out on something important. He was just using me to get off. The worst times were when he would ask me for 'things'. Those were the times when I couldn't pretend we were anything else. But the honest truth is that I was just using him too. The good news is that we mostly basically got along. And professionally we clicked. We were very effective in the field. And since I was all about the missions at that time, that was enough to carry me over. There was a long time when I even thought that Bryce was the best I could hope for. Then I got this nothing assignment to baby sit this nerd who worked in a Buy More… and I quickly found out what true love is. Chuck, whatever sex I ever had with Bryce couldn't possibly be farther away from when you and I make love."

Chuck held her for a long moment. "Thank you," he said. "That really helped me. It is exactly what I want to hear. I know that was hard."

Sarah grabbed Chuck's hand and led him off the dance floor. "It actually wasn't that hard," she said. "It was nice. It was the kind of thing that a wife does for a husband, especially one she honestly adores."

They stopped for a second to see Joey who was taking a break from pretty much continuous dancing herself. Josh was clearly also grateful since he was sitting there helplessly panting for breath.

"Thanks for your help, rookie," Sarah said softly as she hugged her affectionately. "Giving me water shots instead of real tequila was a life saver. There are things that we do for each other because we're partners. That was something that you only do for a friend."

Joey was clearly moved at such a show of affection from her mentor, and now officially her friend. So all she could do was to hold on and nod for a long moment. "Can I ask you for a favor?" she finally asked.

"Of course," Sarah replied. "What can I do for you?"

Joey paused for a long moment. "Could you maybe stop calling me rookie?"

Sarah's grin turned evil. "Okay," she said. "You're right. You've earned it… Josephine."

As soon as Sarah stepped back to playfully fully view the horror on Joey's face, Chuck stepped up and hugged her as well. "She's just teasing you," he whispered into her ear. Then he actually took a step back, reached over, and buttoned up a button on her blouse. "I wasn't going to try and tell you how to conduct yourself," he said with a grin. "Feel free to unbutton it again. But I realized… I am your daddy, sort of for tonight anyway."

That got them all laughing helplessly.

"Okay, Daddy," Sarah was finally able to get out. "It's time to take me to bed."

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