“Um…hel—hello Dana?” The agent chuckled to herself a bit,

“Yeah it’s me Alice, how’s the shower treating you?” The writer chuckled low walking to the frosted divider and opening it slowly.

“It’d be treating me a lot better if you were in here with me,” Dana bit her lip and undressed quickly joining Alice in the ridiculously large shower and stepping under the waterfall to wet herself although some areas didn’t need any assistance. The writer took control, pressing Dana into the wall behind the waterfall and kissing her fiercely, Alice sucked on the agent’s bottom lip an action that caused Dana to flip them as the agent assaulted her neck with nibbles and kisses. Alice chuckled as she turned them again,

“Stay put.” Alice challenged the agent with her eyes, slowly moving Dana’s roaming hands and turning the agent around.

Alice trailed a single finger down Dana’s body paying special attention to her erect nipples. The agent moaned loudly, grinding her ass into the writer, Alice continued to tease Dana, moving below her bellybutton then back up to her neck. The agent growled, leaning her head back and running her fingers though the writer’s hair to encourage her. Alice got the point and moved her hands lower, playing in the patch of hair that led the writer to her prize. Alice ran her fingers through a wetness the shower couldn’t produce, moving slowing from the top of Dana’s lips to the bottom. The agent bucked, feeling an intense amount of pleasure from such a simple move.

“God, Alice” Dana moaned into the writer’s ear egging her on, Alice smiled biting into the agent’s shoulder as she pressed two fingers into her. Dana moaned at the perfect blend of pleasure and pain, and as Alice pumped intensely into her triggering her muscles to contract and her grip on Alice to become stronger. Dana gasped as she came, something she hadn’t done in almost two years. The agent opened her eyes wide, the orgasm giving her a second wind and a opportunity to return the favor, Dana was so determined to please the writer she didn’t even hear the faint buzzing coming from the pile of her clothes just feet away.

1 missed call: Agent Jenny Shecter

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“Dammit!” Jenny hissed to herself as she hung up the phone, she wasn’t sure how Dana could have helped, but at least Jenny would have been able to tell someone what was going on. The pain in her stomach was overwhelming and Jenny couldn’t believe one woman could put that much behind a punch.

She leaned doubled over against her own car, convincing herself to suck it up, and as she stood up she saw Shane creeping toward the overturned truck. She pulled a small gun from the holster on her ankle and rushed Shane screaming as she approached.

“Turn around and put your hands on your head.” Jenny stood confidently staring at the dripping assassin, she grabbed the cuffs from her waist but as she went to slap the cuffs on Shane’s wrists the assassin twisted the gun out of Jenny’s hand sending the pistol tumbling to the ground. But the agent was prepared, and pulled back with all her strength sinking her fist deep into Shane’s stomach causing the assassin to fall to the ground hard. Jenny picked up the gun leveling it on Shane,

“You know I was going to turn you in but you’ve given me too much trouble.” Jenny eyed the assassin still contemplating this decision, not really considering going through with it she couldn’t gun this woman down in cold-blood. At this point it would be self-defense but is it ethical? And just as Jenny was about to lower her gun she saw a flicker in Shane’s eye, the workings of cleverness arising. Jenny’s pistol rose at attention as the blast was heard in her ears and her body jumped. Blood ran slowly from her jacket as she looked confused to Shane who still sat on her knees in front of her just as baffled, Jenny tumbled to the ground, Carmen standing behind her dropping the freshly fired gun.