Secret Sins: Chapter 7 "The Locker", Part 2

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Secret Sins: Chapter 7 "The Locker"

How does one describe adventures that are seemingly surreal when you know that they actually occurred? I mean, I've had so many adventures in my time as a cock sucking slut for my company that sometimes it seems like it's all been a dream, or perhaps a premise for a movie, but I assure you that they actually occurred.

Dressing conservatively on a daily basis and commuting to and from a somewhat boring job can get anyone down at times, and the heat of the city I reside in was no different this day than any other.Jockey the car through traffic, struggle to find a parking space that isn't a million miles from the office or walking from the bus can take it's toll on a girl (or guy for that matter), then drumming through the endless boring meetings while trying to not go insane before the lunchtime escape to sanity is just about what I do on a daily basis.But then there's the call or email from Ben that brightens my day, and deep inside I relish submitting a travel day request to my superior from a boss that he's never seen, but who his higher-up's tell him to comply. I suppose I garner a smug satisfaction knowing that my "business trip" is really a sexual release party for which my boss would never be a part of, and thus it's a power trip for a girl who in regular life would never be able to break the so-called glass ceiling.Such was the case today.
Ben's email to me was always a request for me to attend such a meeting so that my supervisor would be able to log it legally for travel and time reimbursements, but the real story unfolded as I got out my PDA to check the secure VPN site for more details.This was to be a fairly close encounter for me this time as the location was only about 30 minutes from me, which I always relished because it would get me back to my condo in decent time to watch Jeopardy on TV.Ah, Alex Trebeck! I actually met him one time, and know his "real" name. Heh heh.. No, he's not in the program, so don't go there, and don't ask what his real name is either - and it's not "Kebert Xela"! (props to Seth MacFarlane)No, this trip was scheduled for the next day unlike most of my assignments, and even though it was later in the afternoon I submitted a travel request for two days. Hey, I know how to play the system and if they're going to pay me for "travel days" then I'm going to take everything I can get. Imagine: being paid to go on a "business trip" by my regular work, AND scam government pay for doing something that I love. A pretty sweet deal, plus I got bennie's like dual 401's from both, which along with my savings set me up quite nicely thank you to where I am now.
Prepping the next day for my trip, I was told that I wouldn't have to don my usual disguise as a real estate agent / broker, and that casual attire would be the modus operandi of the day. The notation on the site said that it would be best if I looked like I was going to a gym, so finding my best red sports bra and thong covered with a casual business dress, started off to what actually ended up being an athletic facility in the basement of a rather large and important building in the city. Not one of those cheesy workout rooms that you might find at a corporate office, but a full sized gym that seemingly took up the entire floor. I mean, it was a testosterone junkies dream with state of the art Nautilus and Bowflex machines, a huge heated pool and Jacuzzis, and a sauna that could accommodate about 20 people comfortably. Niiiiiice.Ben's directions had me check in with the security guard at the front desk and I was slightly surprised that they had me put my hand on a scanner after presenting my ID, but soon I was given a hard card with my picture on it (!) and told where the elevators were with few questions asked.It still constantly amazes me how seemingly transparent and casual the security was in many of the locations I visited, however I found out later that it was actually quite tight and that biometrics had been in use for some time. They knew who I was before I even got within 10 feet of the building, all the rest was pretty much for show. Heck, even most of the security people didn't know the extent or depth of what they were working with at the time.

Arriving at the elevator wearing my hard card on a lanyard around my neck, I first had to go through a turnstile which beeped as I went through. I noticed that a man in a business suit just a few feet after me tried to go through, but no beep was heard and the turnstile locked. Seemingly out of nowhere, two burly men jumped in to confront the businessman, and he was hustled off towards the security desk without delay or incident. Creepy. The two security men looked just like everyone else, nothing special about their dress. They were just loitering around the entrance, but when they jumped into action, they moved like cats on coke.Anyway, I got on the elevator which had two doors in it - front and rear - and pressed the button for the floor that I thought the gym was on and nothing happened. The door had closed, but there was no movement. "Great" I thought. "Stuck in an elevator". Suddenly a voice came over a speaker in the panel that said "You have selected a floor not matching your security clearance"Ohhhh kayyyyyy. The other people in the elevator looked at me nervously, and I saw more than a few quick glances at the card around my neck before someone asked me where I was supposed to be going."Uh, the gym?" I stammered meekly, now feeling under dressed and quite alone.A collective sigh of relief filled the elevator, and the woman next to me said "You pressed the wrong button. The gym is on LL3."After pressing the correct button the elevator started down, not up as I expected, and the woman that previously corrected me spoke again. "You must be new here. The elevator is programmed to move in order to the floors with the least security clearance first."I gathered that the simple button which one takes for granted in the elevator was much more complex than I had presumed, and was indeed not only reading the card around my neck, but my fingerprint on it as well.
Arriving at my floor, the door slid open and I slid out as quickly as I could to find myself in a cool, narrow hall with a door at the end. Trying the knob, I found it locked, but remembered that such buildings require you to physically put your ID card against the doorframe so the hidden reader can allow you to enter. Such was the case here, and being admitted, I found myself in yet another hallway with doors marked "Women" and "Men". Weird.Remembering my instructions, I opened the Men's door quietly and took a peep inside. Nobody around. Good.I was on time despite my security faux pas' and whipping out my PDA to check the instructions again, found myself looking for a particular locker down a very long row and around a corner. Nothing out of the ordinary here, just your typical locker room with benches down the center and the smell of damp towels and men's sweat everywhere.Finding the correct number, my directions were to next take off my clothes, hang them in the locker, and then stuff myself inside the empty towel cabinet that resided nearby.

End Part 1

Secret Sins: Chapter 5 "Justice"

Be sure to read Secret Sins chapter(s) 1, 2, 3 (part 1),(part 2) and 4

So after Ben had informed me that he had a pretty good idea what kind of girl I was like in bed and out, I decided to take him up on his offer of working for the 'company's' program, and found myself garnering a pretty decent second income since I started out pretty low on the totem pole. Those of you reading who understand such things may ask why I didn't start at say, xxxx, must also understand that my talents are very specialized and since the position was classified, my handlers wanted as few questions asked as possible. Not bad work if you enjoy it, and I most certainly did!

After the tedious hiring and security processes one must go through in order to gain entry to the highest echelons of government were complete, I began to have access to numerous high level contacts that would get me into deep doo doo if I were to mention any names, so I won't. Let me just say that I became aware of the semi-secret hidden tunnels between many government buildings, most very deep underground and with security that would make Mulder and Scully wince.
Oh yes, I sucked a lot of cock: big cock, small cock, misshapen cock, long short and everything in between. Famous and infamous, the spooge ran down my throat like liquor down a wino and I began to get a reputation around high-level circles in DC as a girl that could keep her mouth shut except when giving head.
You'd be surprised how much stress there is to be relieved in our nation's capital on a weekly basis, and to say that I gulped gallons of goo during the 80's would be an understatement.
But I digress. The story is about my adventures in the 'company' now isn't it?

My first assignment came about a week after I had undergone some training in Virginia - how to properly identify myself, what to say and more importantly what not to say.
The early days of my indoctrination introduced me to some pretty sleazy characters, some of which were in clients because they had testified at mob or drug trials, and who were now located in the sticks of America under assumed names. They let you keep your first name for obvious reasons, unless of course it's odd, and then they located you somewhere that the name is common. So for example, if your name was Sammy Gravano then you became Sam Deletori and someone like Max Mermelstein becomes Max Blomstein or some such name.
Then of course I was able to travel to such lovely locations as Otisville, Ny, Sandstone, Mn., Phoenix Az, Allenwood, Pa., and Fairton, Nj just to name a few. See, this is where the company has built high security facilities for special risk people, people who are already in prison that they may not want out on the streets or those that need special protection that a quiet cottage up in the hills surrounded by armed men cannot afford. And these aren't just prisons per se, but more like secure condominiums where the inmates can make phone calls whenever they please, along with eating food that most people can't afford.

This is a time of my adventure that I'm not proud of since most of these men where little more than low intelligence thugs who would just as soon beat your head to a bloody pulp as look at you, but I had a job and damn it, I was taught to finish it right the first time.
Bordering on mouth rape at some occasions, I would smile sweetly then hurry out of the facility or hotel room just so I could find a bar to wash the taste of angry sex out of my mouth. These guys were terminally pissed for the most part, even when they were happy.
I remember one rainy day when I was given an address to show up at, and so made my way down a side street of a certain American town to knock upon another anonymous door to give “aid and comfort” to another anonymous prick.
Ringing the bell on the brownstone, a voice barked out “What?!” loudly from a speaker, and I gave my code phrase “Hello”, I said, “I’m Debbie from Lone Star Realty”. That was my cover in most cases if anybody asked; a realtor.
A long pause.
“It certainly is lovely weather we’re having” came the voice in return.
Remembering the daily code phrase my contact had given me earlier I replied, “It’s lovely on Kent Island this time of year”.
The door buzzer startled me at first, and then I had the presence of mind to push the door open and walk into the vestibule, where I was immediately set upon by a very large man who threw me up against the wall. Once there, he proceeded to run his hands roughly all over my body, into my bra then down my legs, stopping at the crotch to feel my pussy through the gauzy dress I had chosen to wear on this occasion. Damn! I had had some rough sex before, but this was certainly an interesting way to start things rolling.
“Hey lover, let’s take it a bit slower, eh?” I was able to gasp out.
“No offense ma’am” grunted the ogre, “just do’n my job. Yous can go true dat dah over dey.” Pointing at a door on my right, I gathered myself together the best way I knew how, and started off towards the portal located halfway down a bland hall.
Opening the door I was surprised to find myself in a room with no lights, save the one inset in a soffit, pointed at a couch that held a rather non-descript package.
“Sit down” came the gravel toned voice from the corner shadows, “and take off your clothes”.
Harrumph. Straight to the point ‘eh?
Stripping off my raincoat, I struggled awkwardly with the zipper on the back of my little black slut dress I wore as a uniform until it sleekness slid slowly down to the fuck me pumps I always showed up wearing as well.
I dunno, but sitting there in just a sleek black panty and sheer bra set sent a quick tingle down my spine until the voice spoke again. “Open the box and put it on”
Withdrawing the string from the package, I opened it up to find two objects: one strange, one familiar.
“Do you want me to play with myself using this first?” I asked as I held up the pliable and very lifelike dildo in my hand. It was one of those veiny ones, you know – the ones with the large mushroom head on it, about 7” long and 4” in diameter. It felt like it had a battery inside it, but I couldn’t see an on/off switch.
“No. I want you to put it inside you, then put on the pants.”
Ooooooh kayyyyy.
The pants in question still remained in the box, and at first glance I thought they were red leather, but upon removing them, found them to be latex instead.


“You might want to put some baby powder on first” said the voice.
Following his commands, I lubed up the dildo with my best Cherry Popper imitation, and slid it gently into my pussy. Hmmm. Feels pretty good.
After kicking off my slut pumps next came the baby powder, then the red rubber pants. They were full-length pants, and I guess the size doesn’t matter, because they’re designed to fit like a glove, which they did. Hmmmm. Kinky.
“Now get up on the sofa and feel yourself as you dance”. Soft jazz began to play from hidden speakers in the still darkened room.
Again following instructions like the good little cum slut that I am, I wobbled up on the sofa and began to dance my best shimmy in the middle of the erstwhile spotlight while feeling my breast to and fro, back and forth, paying special attention to my hardening nipples and areolas. Feeling a bead of sweat roll down the back of my neck, I moved to intercept it so I could rub it slowly around the tip of my nips to give them that special glow.
“Very nice, but I think you’ should explore further” said my director.
Having never been in rubber pants that clung to me so tightly before, his wish was my command and so I began to use the music to my advantage in order to stroke myself through the latex.
Did I mention that I was getting quite turned off by this time? No? Well I was.
Did I mention that all that dancing and gyration moved the dildo in my cunt back and forth like a train going across a rough patch of track? No? Well it did.
Faster and faster my hands traveled up and down my body, touching here, exploring there. Latex, skin, breast, swirl, turn, tuck, elbow, breast, butt, thrusting pelvis outwards then back and forth, soft smooth, oh my god I’m so turned on just thinking back to it all now. My eyes closed now as I found myself moving closer and closer to orgasm.
It was all of it – the heat, the dildo rubbing on my clit, the latex pants, the sofa in a darkened room, the mysterious stranger ordering me around like a chess pawn, the secrecy of it. It was all building towards the surface, much like the music that had morphed from a jazzy blues to a more trance-like drone. Swirling, twirling faster and faster, my hair whipping to and fro as I swung it down between my legs towards my butt.
Droning onwards and whipped into a frenzy, I didn’t realize that I had begun to moan and squeal with each passing thrust, my head and hair whipping wildly as the feeling of clitoral ecstasy swept over me.
“You can get off the couch it you’d like,” said Mr. Mystery. I complied, wanting to get a better grip on my orgasm as it were, and ended up bent over the arm of the sofa thrusting my pelvis and kegling so the dildo acted as a live snake inside me.
Unable to hold my orgasm back any more and with one mighty push and scream, I drove my groin into the armrest as hard as I could and was treated to a shuddering explosion of colors and feeling in my body and mind.
It was then that I felt it: a pulsing in the dildo. Perhaps it really did have a hidden switch to turn on the vibrator inside, but this was different.
Racing thoughts flew through my head as the dildo tingled, and suddenly I felt it swell inside me as if it were a real penis. Goo. Sticky man goo. That’s what it is! Mystery man had pressed a button on what looked like a remote control and the dildo obeyed his command as well. Damn! This guys gets everything done for him!
I wasn’t imagining it, but my orgasmic trembling began to slow as did the music. Panting from the excitement and draped over the sofa arm, it was then that I notice the feeling of what I thought was warm spunk running down the inside of my leg, obviously from MM’s toy still deep inside me.
Without noticing him, Mr. Mystery had moved over beside me to whisper in my ear. There was something vaguely familiar in this man’s voice, some accent.

“Very nice, verrrrry nice. Tell 'Scorecard' and 'Sheepskin' that 'Gladiola' gives his approval, eh? But we’ll just keep this little fun time between us. Just us.”
Just us.

Shit! I just figured out after all this time who 'Gladiola' was! It was..

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