Friends in Low Places
“Absolutely not!”
“Agent Sommers.”
“No, don’t Agent Sommers me,” Phoebe said. “I don’t want to do it.”
“Agent Sommers. Phoebe—”
“No,” Phoebe said.
“Phoebe.”
“What?”
“We don’t have anyone else.”
“Carl, no,” Phoebe whimpered.
“Phoebe.”
“I don’t want to do it.”
“You have to do it.”
Agent Phoebe Sommers looked at the house that they’d had under surveillance for three months now. “Can’t we get someone else?” she pleaded.
Special Agent in Charge Carl Shummacher shook his head. “You know damned well we’ve got no one else on such short notice.”
“But I don’t want to do it.”
“Then our whole case goes down the drain,” he said bluntly, “and most likely, innocent people will die.”
Phoebe looked at the house across the street. Everyone in the house knew why Phoebe didn’t want to do it. She didn’t like Black people. It was as simple as that. Oh sure, she liked putting them behind bars but when it came to actually being around them ... she didn’t like Black people and the house across the street was filled with Black people.
Black men actually. Known by the name the Brakemen, the gang had started out as drug runners but they’d branched out. They were into drug running and prostitution now and even that might not have earned them the attention of the Bureau until they’d robbed an armored car.
Their leader’s name was Malcolm Johnson. It was said he’d planned the armor car heist himself, more as a lark than anything else. Word on the street was he wanted to see if he could do it and he certainly had done it. The gang had made off with over 1.2 million dollars in what bureau officials had grudgingly had to admit was an excellently planned crime.
But while life on the streets had made him hard, it was life behind bars that had made him brutal and there was no doubt that Malcolm Johnson was a very brutal man.
Every day at four in the afternoon, a woman came to the house. She was always young and she was never, ever the same.
It had taken the Bureau a while to figure out what her role was. Ostensibly, she was a courier but the agents working on the surveillance team had thoughts that she was more than that. They’d gotten it into their mind that the “four o-clock girl” was a tribute paid by other gangs as a ransom to avoid being hit by the Brakemen, only this day’s four o’clock girl wasn’t coming.
This day’s four o’clock girl was Penny Wheaton. The Bureau had figured out where the four o’clock girls were coming from and they’d had their eye on her from the moment Penny started her trek to the Brakemen’s hide-out but what no one had counted on was the fact that Penny would be hit by a car when she stepped off the curb. It was an accident, of course and an ambulance had been called but while the girl wasn’t dead, it was clear that she wasn’t coming.
Which left the Bureau in a bit of a quandary. What was going to happen when Penny didn’t show.
No one knew for sure but the general opinion was that whatever happened, it was likely to be bloody and so the FBI felt like they had to send someone else in to take Penny’s place.
“You have to go in,” Carl said. “It’ll be okay. You can wear a wire.”
“Nuh uh,” said one of the other agents.
“What?”
“She can’t wear a wire.”
“Why not?”
“You heard the reports. The Brakemen do random screens for electronic signals and they definitely screen anyone coming in for the first time. She can’t wear a wire.”
“Something she can activate then?”
“And what if they search her?”
Both men knew that a “search” wasn’t exactly what the other man had in mind and Phoebe knew it, too. “It doesn’t matter,” Phoebe said. “I’m not going in.”
“How about a call back system?”
“A what?”
“She calls us at regular times. If she misses a call back, we go in.”
“That might work. I don’t think they take away cell phones.”
“Guys,” Phoebe said.
“Let’s do that then.”
“Guys.”
“I’ll set it up.”
“Guys.”
“What?” Carl demanded.
“I’m not going in.”
“You have to.”
“But—”
“Phoebe, you have to.”
“No.”
“It’ll look good on my report,” Carl reminded her.
Now that was something, Phoebe thought. She wanted to go places in the Bureau and she’d begun to realize she needed help. “You’d do that,” she said.
“Sure.”
“And I wouldn’t have to be there except for a short while.”
“Just a short while. I’ll work on getting arrest warrants right now but it’s going to take time, and we can’t risk what they’d do if the four o’clock girl doesn’t show, but Phoebe, we have no time.”
She still didn’t want to go.
“You’ve got to make the decision now.”
“You’ve got to promise to get me out of there.”
“As soon as I can.”
Phoebe sighed. “All right then. I’ll do it.”
“There you go. I knew I could count on you.”
“Okay, people, are we ready to do this?” Carl asked.
One by one, they went around the room and everyone was ready and then it came back to Phoebe.
“Are you ready?”
“No, but I’ll do it.”
“Thatta girl. Roland will take you out the side door so you can get to the street unobserved.
Phoebe nodded.
“Remember to call in as scheduled.”
Phoebe nodded again.
“All right, people. Let’s do this.”
Roland took Phoebe down to the street and then out the side gate. “Take a deep breath,” he advised.
Phoebe nodded.
“Now take another.”
Phoebe took another.
“You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You’ll do fine,” Roland said. “All right. Off you go,” and with that, Roland closed the gate behind her.
Phoebe walked up to the door and she knocked. It took a few moments before the door was opened and then she was staring at a Black man. “You’re late,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“Step inside.”
Phoebe stepped into the house.
“Hold out your arms,” the man directed her.
Phoebe did as she was told to do and the man ran a wand over her body before he finally declared that she was clean.
“Clean?” Phoebe asked even though she knew what he meant.
“No bugs. No wires,” the man said.
“Oh.”
“They’re waiting for you,” he said. “In there.”
There were three of them, Phoebe saw. Four actually, when the man who’d met her at the door joined them. “Is this her?” said one of the men.
The man who’d let her in nodded.
“I’m Malcolm Johnson,” the man who’d asked if it was her said. “And you are?”
“Penny,” Phoebe said. “Penny Wheaton.”
“Uh huh.” the man intoned. “You drink, Penny?”
“Drink?”
“Beer. Sodas. That sort of thing.”
“Oh. I guess a soda would be good.”
“Michael, get our guest something.”
“What do you want?” the man who’d let her in asked.
“Diet Pepsi.”
“Sure thing,” the man said and he left the room.
“You’re not what I expected,” Malcolm said.
Phoebe could feel herself tense up. “No? How so?”
“I don’t know. You’re just ... different.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”
At just that moment, Michael returned with a glass and a can of soda. Malcolm waited while the girl poured out her drink.
“So the question is what to do with you,” he said.
“What to do with me?” Phoebe asked.
“I don’t like to be surprised.”
“I’m not trying to surprise anyone,” Phoebe said.
“Oh, I’m sure of that, but when I’m surprised, I don’t like it and like I said, you’re not what I expected.”
“Sorry.”
“I didn’t ask you if you were sorry.”
Again, Phoebe tightened up. Had she misspoken?
He was looking at her. Just looking at her and he wasn’t saying anything. It was unnerving.
She felt dizzy.
Wait a minute. Why did she feel dizzy.
Something was wrong. She tried to stand but she couldn’t seem to make her legs obey what she wanted them to do and that’s when she dropped back into her seat.
Malcolm was speaking again. “Did you really think we’d let a complete stranger in here without knowing anything at all about the person?” he asked. “Just how naive do you think we are?”
How ... what?
“We know what Penny Wheaton looks like.”
What?
“Michael.”
Phoebe’s head swung slowly toward the man who’d brought her her drink. Something was wrong, she told herself but she just couldn’t seem to make her mind think any better than that.
He was swinging something in front of her face. Concentrate, he told her. He wanted her to concentrate on what he was swinging in front of her. Her eyes just seemed to lock onto it.
Something was wrong, she told herself. Something was ...
“Look at the pendant,” the man said. “Look at the pendant as it swings back and forth. Back and forth. So nice to watch the pendant swing. Back. And forth. Back. And forth.”
She watched the pendant.
“Watch it,” the man said. “Watch it swing back ... and forth.”
It seemed like she couldn’t possibly look away.
“That’s it. Nothing more important than watching the pendant and now you are the pendant. Swinging back and forth and back and forth.”
“The truth is very important to you like you are now. Everything that you hear in this state will be the complete and total truth. Everything that you say will be the complete and total truth.”
The truth was very important to her, Phoebe realized.
“Everything that you hear will be the truth.”
Everything is the truth.
The man was changing what he was saying. He was asking her something. “What’s your name? What’s your real name?”
“Phoebe.”
“Phoebe what?”
It never occurred to Phoebe why she’d just given them her real name and it didn’t occur to her now why she shouldn’t continue to give what was asked of her. “Phoebe Sommers.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Phoebe. It feels good to tell the truth.”
It did feel good.
“So Phoebe, why are you here?”
“To get information.”
“Information on us?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you work for someone, don’t you, Phoebe?”
“Yes.”
“Who do you work for, Phoebe?”
No, her mind told her. No. You can’t answer that. She wasn’t sure why. All she knew was it was very important to her not to answer. It was more important even than giving up her name.
“Phoebe?”
“Yes.”
“You must answer.”
“I ... I ... I can’t.”
“Sure you can. You need to answer the question. Who do you work for?”
“I ... I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Who do you work for?”
“The ... the ... the FBI.”
“The FBI?”
“Yes.”
“That’s very good, Phoebe. You see how good it is to answer my questions truthfully. It’s very important in fact. You must continue answering my questions and answering them completely. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes?”
“Are we under surveillance?”
“Yes.”
“A surveillance team is watching us right now?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wearing a wire?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It was felt it was too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous?”
“We knew you checked people for wires.”
“But you must have a way of communicating back?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“I have to call in every two hours.”
“And if you don’t call in on time?”
“An extraction team is sent in.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yes.”
Michael would have liked to have worked on that. It would have been nice to break the girl of her faith in the others but the truth was he just didn’t have the time. The truth was he might already be out of time. He sighed. “Phoebe.”
“Yes.”
“You will continue to make all check-ins on time. You will report that everything is fine and if they ask more, you will tell the people you are reporting to that you are still working on getting more information. Is that understood?”
“Yes.
“What will you tell them when you check in?”
“That everything is fine.”
“And if they ask for more information, what will you say?”
“That I’m still working on getting more information.”
“That’s good,” Michael said, and now, for the fun part. “Phoebe?”
“Yes?”
“Why did your superiors send you here?”
“We were watching your courier when something went wrong. She went to the hospital.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just know she went to the hospital.”
“Did the FBI do something to her?”
“No.”
Michael wondered if he believed the girl but one thing was certain. Phoebe certainly believed what she was saying. The forcefulness of her answer was enough to convince him of that. “Okay, so that explained what happened to our courier but why you?”
“Why me?”
“Why were you chosen to take her place?”
“We needed a replacement and we needed it quick.”
“And?”
“And I was already here with the surveillance team.”
“But you don’t like us, do you?”
“Like you?”
“Black people. You don’t like us. It shows. You don’t like Black people, do you?”
“No.”
“But Phoebe, that’s not the truth.”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s not. That’s just what you tell yourself to try and hide your feelings from yourself but it’s not the truth. Would you like to know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to know the truth?”
“I want to know the truth.”
“I know you do. Okay, here it is. You love Black cocks. In fact, you love them so much that you’re addicted to them. Whenever you see a Black cock, it will be the biggest, thickest, longest cock you ever saw. Whenever you get a Black cock inside of you, it will fill you up better than any cock has ever filled you before.”
Phoebe’s mind knew there was something wrong with that.
“I’m telling you the truth,” Michael said. “You know I am because you know I only the truth.”
He was telling her the truth. No wait ...
“You’re addicted to Black cocks even if you can’t admit it to yourself. In fact, the more you try to tell yourself that you aren’t, the more addictive big Black cocks are. Big Black cocks totally turn you on and every Black cock you see is a big, Black cock.”
She was addicted to big, Black cocks ...
Phoebe came to in the common room and she was alone. She must have passed out or something, she told herself, and wasn’t it just like these people that no one had bothered to check up on her and besides, she was kind of glad for that because she wouldn’t have wanted them to touch her anyway.
She looked at her watch. Crap, how long had she been out, she wondered. It was almost time for her to check in.
She made her way into a bathroom and she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. It was almost time, she told herself. Heck, the time was good enough. She called Carl’s number across the street.
“Agent Sommers,” he said. “Right on time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you anything to report?”
“I made it into the house and everything is fine.”
“No problems?”
“No, sir, but I’m still working on getting more information.”
“All right then. Keep us informed if there’s any change.”
“Yes, sir,” Phoebe said and with that, she broke the connection.
She’d barely stepped out of the bathroom when there was one of those filthy men there in the room. It was the one that had let her in, the one named Michael. “Phoebe,” he said, “how are you doing?”
Phoebe never even caught onto the fact that he now knew her real name. “It’s going fine.”
“That’s good, but I, um, don’t tell the other guys this, but I think there’s something you should know,” the man said conspiratorially.
“What?” a now interested Phoebe said.
“Actually, it’s probably something I need to show you.”
“What do you need to show me?”
“This,” the man said and with that, he pushed down his pants and his underwear so that Phoebe could see his cock.
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
Phoebe couldn’t take her eyes off of the man’s cock. “It’s so big,” she said in a hushed voice.
The man just laughed. “Oh come on, now. Pretty girl like you, I’ll bet you’ve seen lots of cocks like this one.”
Phoebe shook her head. “Not like that one,” she said.
“Well,” the man said.
“Can I—”
“Can you what?”
Phoebe couldn’t help herself. She just kept staring at the man’s cock. She knew what she knew and what she knew was that she didn’t like Black people. They were filthy people. They really weren’t all that smart. They were ...
Phoebe’s attention kept getting pulled back to the cock in front of her. She knew what they were, but that cock ...
“Can you what?” the man asked again.
What the hell was she thinking, Phoebe wondered, but she knew what she wanted. “Can I ... can I touch it?”
“Oh baby, you’re going to do much more than that.”
Oh my God. No. Yes. Oh geez. She was so confused. She couldn’t want what he said she wanted.
“Why don’t you wrap your fingers around that.”
Fuck yeah. That was exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t help herself. She reached out and she wrapped her hand around that cock.
“What do you think? Do you like that?”
Phoebe nodded. God, that thing just felt so big in her hand.
“I kind of thought you would but do you know what?”
“What?”
“You know if you do that, you know you’re going to have to suck it.”
“Okay.”
Michael was surprised. He’d expected her to resist but she wasn’t resisting but maybe he hadn’t heard her right but there was one way to find out. “Are you telling me that you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes.”
Whoa! He hadn’t expected that.
“Can I do it? Can I suck your cock?”
“Uh yeah.”
“I thought so.”
Michael couldn’t believe it. Here was this FBI agent who obviously didn’t like him or any other Black person and yet here she was, leading him over to the couch. “I really need to suck this,” she said.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe this. She was sitting down beside him and then her mouth was sliding lower still and her hand stroked the man’s cock. “I really need to suck this,” she said again.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as the girl took his cock into her mouth.
Phoebe couldn’t believe it either but almost from the moment she’d seen the man’s cock, she’d known she’d wanted it. She had no idea why but really, it didn’t matter. What mattered was what she wanted and what she wanted was to suck this cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned again.
She couldn’t believe it. The need to suck it was getting even greater than it had been before. If she didn’t know better, the agent told herself, she would have said that she actually liked this Black cock even more than she had been before.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “You’re going to make me cum.”
No, Phoebe moaned to herself. No, she couldn’t want that, except ... except now that the idea was there in her head, she knew she wanted. She couldn’t want it ... and yet she did.
“I’m going to cum,” the man said and Phoebe kept right on sucking.
“I’m going to cum.”
He wasn’t just going to cum, the agent realized. He was actually doing it. He was cumming in her mouth and what was more amazing was that she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. It seemed as if she had to keep sucking his cock even as he continued to cum.
“What have we here?”
Phoebe looked up with a start. So intent had she been that she hadn’t heard the two newcomers enter the room.
“Looks like someone’s already been getting the party started without us. You two mind if we join in?”
Phoebe was shaking her head. It was bad enough that she’d been caught sucking some guy’s dick and it was even worse that the guy was a fucking Black man, but she couldn’t help but admit that at least he had a cock that was worth sucking. These other two ...
“Phoebe here was just showing me what a good, little cock sucker she was.”
God, Phoebe thought. He didn’t have to put it like that. It made her sound like such a slut but then hey, what did she expect ... from a Black man.
“Maybe she’d like to show us, too.”
“What?” Phoebe said. “No—”
That was as far as she got because in the next instant, the two newcomers had their cocks out and Phoebe couldn’t help but stare.
Holy shit. Those guys were huge!
“What do you think?” asked one of the newcomers. “You think these are good enough for you?”
Phoebe couldn’t help but nod. Her pussy was getting wet from just looking at those cocks.
The man chuckled. “I thought you might like these but you know what? I think you’re overdressed. What do you think?”
She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to take her clothes off and as much as she knew she shouldn’t want to do it, she couldn’t help but nod her assent.
“You know what to do then, Bitch. Show us your pussy.”
She knew she shouldn’t but one look at those cocks was turning everything she knew on end. She’d always said that Black men were well hung but then she’d always considered that a bit of an oversimplification. Probably just something that Black men told themselves to make up for their other shortcomings, but come on, it couldn’t possibly be true.
Except ...
Except that in a very short amount of time, she’d come to face to face with three Black cocks and each one of them was bigger and thicker and longer than she’d ever imagined a cock could be.
“What about it,” the man in front of her demanded. “You going to show us that pussy or not?”
She really shouldn’t, Phoebe told herself but damn, those cocks. If they wanted her to show them her pussy, did that mean they wanted to fuck her. Phoebe certainly hoped so and that was all it took to get her hands moving. Soon her jeans and her top had been discarded and then her bra was gone, too and moments later, she wasn’t even wearing her panties.
“Someone seems eager,” the man said.
She was eager, Phoebe realized, but so what. She wasn’t sure why but she just knew she had to be fucked by those big cocks.
It wasn’t long before she’d stripped herself naked.
“Sit down,” one of the men told her.
Phoebe sat.
“Spread your legs, Bitch.”
Again, Phoebe did as she was told.
“I think someone needs to play with her pussy.”
“I’m not going to do that,” Phoebe tried to protest.
One of the men stroked his cock. “Then you aren’t going to get this,” the man told her.
“What?”
“You heard me. If you don’t stroke your pussy, you don’t get this cock.”
“I’m ... I’m not going to do that,” but even as she said it, Phoebe’s fingers slipped between her legs.
The man just grinned. “I think you will,” he said.
Phoebe said nothing as her fingers continued to stroke her pussy.
“That pussy belongs to us now. It’s ours to do with as we see fit. Isn’t that right, Bitch?”
Phoebe was still looking at the two cocks as her fingers played with her pussy and then she nodded.
“I can’t hear you, Bitch,” the one man said. “What’d you say? Does that pussy belong to us?”
“Y-yeah.”
“I’d bet you’d like to have a big, Black cock in there, right now, right?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Thought so,” the man said as he moved in over her and then his cock was sliding between her legs.
“Oh my God,” she moaned as she felt that cock at her hole.
“Yeah, someone’s going to like this a lot.”
“Oh yeah,” Phoebe moaned as the man entered her. She couldn’t believe how easily his cock had slid into her pussy but his cock certainly felt so big and fat inside her tight, little pussy.
“Yeah, you like that.”
“I love it,” Phoebe moaned.
“Hey,” the other man said, “what about this?”
Both Phoebe and the one with his cock inside her looked over at the other man. Mmm, Phoebe thought, she loved the way the one cock was filling her up but seeing the other man with his cock hanging out like that, well fuck, that cock was turning her on so much.
“Come on, Dwayne,” said the man riding Phoebe’s pussy. “Wait your fucking turn.”
“Wait for what? Wait for her to fill her pussy with your cum. What about me, man, huh? What about me?”
“You’re overreacting, man.”
“Am I, Stephen? Am I really?”
“Yeah man. You really are. You can just wait your turn.”
“Why do I have to wait?”
“Guys,” Phoebe said.
“You can just wait your fucking turn,” Stephen said.
“I don’t want to wait my turn,” Dwayne said.
“Guys,” Phoebe said again.
“Well you’re going to wait your fucking turn ‘cause I’m fucking her now.”
“Yeah, says you.”
“Yeah, says me and since it’s my dick inside her little pussy, I say I’m right.”
“Guys,” Phoebe said yet again.
“What?!” roared both men.
“You can both fuck me,” Phoebe said.
“You know,” Stephen said, “she does have a point there.”
“You’re right,” Dwayne said. “When you’re right, you’re right.”
“We could both fuck her,” Stephen agreed.
“You first,” Dwayne said.
“No, man, you first. I insist.”
“No you were there first. I can wait.”
What the hell was going on here, Phoebe wondered, and more importantly, why wasn’t she getting at least one of those cocks in her wet, little pussy.
“No, man, I insist. You go first.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah man, I’m sure.”
“All right then.” Dwayne took a seat on the couch. “Come here, Bitch. Come here and hop up on top of that dick like a good, little slut.”
Phoebe might have been offended by that characterization of her but the invitation to hop up on top of that dick was just too good an invitation to let slip by. In moments, she was doing just what she’d been told to do and it felt so good to have that cock in her pussy.
“Yeah,” Dwayne said, “you like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” the agent moaned.
“Then you’re really going to like this,” Phoebe heard the other man say and that’s when she felt his cock sliding up inside her ass.
Oh my God, Phoebe thought. Too big. It was too big. They were BOTH too big for her.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Dwayne asked again.
“Yeah,” Phoebe whimpered.
“You like that a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“You want me to cum in that pussy of yours, don’t you?” Dwayne said.
“And you want me to cum in your ass,” Stephen added.
“Yeah,” Phoebe groaned.
“Well, you’re in luck, Bitch,” Dwayne said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, because I got what you want right here.”
Phoebe couldn’t help but groan as she felt it. Oh geez. He was cumming in her pussy and it felt so good and that wasn’t all. Stephen had pulled his cock out of her butt and he was spanking her bottom with his cock and Phoebe couldn’t help it because she was cumming all over again.
“You boys enjoying yourselves?” a new voice asked.
The two men and the FBI agent all looked up to find Michael looking down at them.
“The boss wants to see you,” Michael told the girl.
“What?”
“The boss wants to see you. He said you should go see him as soon as possible.”
“Where is he?”
“In his office.”
“Where’s that?”
“The bedroom at the front of the house. You should go see him now.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t like Phoebe had all that long to wonder about it but she couldn’t help but wonder why Malcolm wanted to see her. She at least had the time that it took her to put her clothes on but that was hardly any time at all. Moments later, she was standing in the doorway of the man’s office. She knocked on the frame of the door. “You wanted to see me?”
The man looked up from his computer. “Ah yes, Agent Sommers,” he said. “Won’t you come in?”
Phoebe was just a moment too slow in realizing what he’d said. “What did you just call me?”
“I called you Agent Sommers. That is your name, isn’t it?”
“I ... I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, now. You know that’s not going to play. We know who you are. Agent Sommers of the FBI.”
How had she been found out, Phoebe wondered and more to the point, what were these people going to do with her. Still, she wasn’t just going to admit it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Phoebe said, hoping that maybe she could bluff her way out of this.
“Sure you do, but we’ll let that pass for now. I’ll bet you’re wondering what we’re going to do with you.”
Not really, Phoebe thought. If her cover was truly blown, she had a pretty good idea what they were going to do with her.
“My boys tell me you’re pretty good at handling big, Black cocks so I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition for me?”
Phoebe couldn’t help but notice that Malcolm was unzipping his pants. “Yes, a proposition for you,” the man said. “I think there’s little doubt that you like getting friendly with big Black men and their cocks.
Phoebe tried to object. That wasn’t the case, she tried to tell him. He had her all wrong.
But then he took out his cock and all Phoebe could do was to stare.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how you can best serve us,” the man said.
Phoebe couldn’t help but stare at that big, Black cock. She had no idea what Malcolm had in mind but she definitely knew how she wanted to serve him.
“It would be nice of course to have someone on the inside who could feed us information, but obviously, we have no intent of staying where we are now and waiting for the FBI to come swooping in on top of us and our slipping right under your nose would be problematic for you. People would start to ask questions about you and if you weren’t trusted entirely, then you wouldn’t be any good to us at all.
“They know how I feel about you people.”
“Still, it would be a problem.”
“Yes, it would.”
“Of course, we could say we knocked you out but then quite frankly, that would probably be most likely considered as an attack on a federal agent.”
“Probably.”
“So that’s not going to work either but there is another option open to us.”
“There is?”
“We could take you with us.”
“You could?”
“Of course. You’ve got to realize that when a man has a dick like this one, he has the balls to do just about anything. Of course, if we did that, you’d have to belong to us. Your life, quite literally, would no longer be your own.”
It was weird, Phoebe thought, but she almost could believe it. One thing was definitely certain though. They certainly could do anything they wanted with her.
“If we did something like that, you’d have to earn your keep.”
“How?”
“We always could use another slut to sell her wares on the street and it wouldn’t hurt if our newest little slut had knowledge about the way law enforcement worked.”
Phoebe got it. They wanted her to be a hooker.
“And just think. We might be able to find you a party of all Black men.”
Why would she want that, Phoebe wondered.
“Just think about that,” the man said almost as if he were answering her question. “You a bigoted little slut in a room filled with big Black cocks and each one of the men in that room wanting nothing more than to teach you a lesson.”
She hadn’t thought about that but now that she had, she knew she wanted it. “You could do that for me.”
“You bet I could.”
Phoebe couldn’t believe she was considering it but she knew there was something of a more immediate concern. “If I say yes,” she said, “could I fuck your cock?”
“Of course, Baby. You can do whatever you want.”
“Then I say yes,” Phoebe said.
“Well then, if that’s what you say, I think you should come over here and get a piece of this.”
There was little doubt what ‘this’ was and there was little doubt that Phoebe wanted it.
“Let’s see your pussy,” the man said.
There was no doubt what she was going to do. She pushed down her skirt and then she pushed down her panties.
“Hold it,” the man said.
Phoebe froze. Had she somehow displeased the man?
“Take your top off,” he told the FBI agent, “but do it slowly. I want to see you tease me.”
“You mean like this?” Phoebe asked.
“Slower. Tease me. Make my cock hard.”
Make his cock hard, Phoebe wondered. She couldn’t see a damned thing wrong with his cock. He was already big and fat and hard. How much harder did he want to be?
But she did what he wanted her to do. She toyed with her top but she didn’t take it off all at once. She let her body sway in front of him as she teased him with her body.
He was stroking his cock as he watched her. “Fuck yeah,” he told her. “That’s good.”
She certainly hoped so but then hey, what she really wanted was to get that cock in her pussy.
“Take the top off, Bitch.”
Finally, she thought as she pulled her top off. Finally. She could show him her tits and then maybe, he’d let her ride his cock.
“Let’s see you play with that pussy.”
Again with the teasing when what she really wanted was to hop on that cock but the truth was she just couldn’t help herself. She played with her pussy.
“Mmm yeah, that’s it.”
He was playing with his cock as she played with her pussy, but ... but she didn’t want him to pull on his cock. She wanted ... she wanted something else. “Can I ... can I—”
“Can you what?”
“Can I ride your cock?”
“You want to ride my cock?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to ride my cock?”
“Because you’re so big.”
Malcolm snorted. “You’re a cute girl. Surely you must have seen other cocks that were as big as mine.”
Phoebe shook her head. “No. Yours is the best.”
“Aw, you’re just saying that.”
Phoebe shook her head.
“You’re just saying that because you want to ride my cock.”
Phoebe shook her head again.
“It doesn’t matter why you’re saying because you know why?”
Phoebe shook her head yet again.
“It’s because I’m going to let you ride my cock anyways. Get up there bitch. Get up there and ride my cock.”
Phoebe couldn’t wait to get up there. She couldn’t wait to straddle Malcolm’s legs and then she was reaching down and she was taking hold of Malcolm’s cock. It was so big and fat and hard. There was no way she was going to be able to take it all but she certainly had to try.
“Take it, Bitch.”
Oh fuck. She had just the head of his dick in her pussy and already, she was cumming.
“Keep going, Bitch.”
His cock felt so big and her pussy felt so small but there was no way she was going to stop now. She didn’t care if his cock did tear up her teeny, tiny pussy because she knew that the only thing that mattered was his cock in her cunt.
“Are you doing it, Bitch? Are you riding my cock?”
“Y-yeah,” Phoebe moaned.
“I don’t see you moving that ass.”
Couldn’t he let her get used to that cock first, Phoebe thought and yet even as she thought it, she started to move her pussy on that dick.
“Oh yeah, that’s good. You like that, don’t you, Bitch?”
“I love it.”
“I’ll bet you do. I’ll bet you want me to cum in that pussy.”
“Oh yeah, I want you to cum so bad.”
His hands gripped her ass as she rode his cock and then he gave her ass a slap. “I know you do,” he said. “Just keep riding.”
She could definitely do that.
“Oh fuck,” the man growled. “Just a little bit more.”
Phoebe didn’t even realize she was riding that cock a little harder still but it was the promise of just a little bit more that did it.
“Fuck, Bitch,” the man growled. “Fuck.”
He was doing it. He was cumming in her pussy and just as he was cumming in her, she was cumming, too.
“Damn, Baby,” Malcolm growled after her pussy had received the last of his offerings, “damn, you’re good.”
“Thanks.”
“No need to thank me, Bitch, but there’s no doubt about it. We’re definitely taking you with us now.”
“Thanks again.”
“As I said,” Malcolm said. “No need to thank me but from now on, you’re going to be making nicey nice with as many Black dicks as you can take in that tight, little pussy of yours.”
Phoebe shivered at the prospect. She couldn’t wait but first, she had a call to make.
“Everything’s fine,” she told her boss.
“You were late. We were starting to get worried.”
“I was occupied. I couldn’t get away.”
“You’re sure you’re okay. You sound a little ... excited.”
Well of course she was excited. Michael was there and he had his cock out so why wouldn’t she be excited.
“Phoebe?”
“Everything’s fine, Boss. I’m just continuing to investigate.”
“All right then. Keep us posted.”
“I will.”
“And make sure you check in on time next time.”
“I will,” Phoebe assured him. “Listen, I got to go. Someone’s coming.”
“All right then. I look forward to your next report.”
Phoebe broke the connection.
“Malcolm said we’ll be leaving in the next fifteen minutes,” Michael said.
“Okay.”
“But I thought that would be just enough time for you to suck my dick.”
“You want me to suck your dick?” Phoebe asked even as she dropped to her knees. “But of course. You realize that’s what I want, too.”
“I kind of thought you might,” Michael said with a chuckle. “I kind of thought you might.”
“Everyone ready?” Malcolm asked.
Along with everyone else, Phoebe nodded.
“All right then. Let’s go.”
They were finally going, Phoebe told herself and she couldn’t wait. She knew she was giving up her career as an FBI agent, but really, what did she care about that? They’d promised her lots of big, Black cocks to fuck and she couldn’t wait to get started.