"I don't know why you're making me do this," he said. "We already know someone is out to get us."
She had a pretty good idea who, but she couldn't share it with him until she had a better sense of what they were up against. He wouldn’t understand, anyway. No one could quite comprehend Sly until they'd met him. One third demon, one third saint, one third sexual narcotic, Sly lived in a world unto himself, and woe to anyone who wandered unprepared into his trap.
"We don't want to lay down a false trail only to have someone following us discover the ruse and double back," she said.
"So you'll let them catch us?"
"Did I say that?" she said.
"I don't get it."
"Once we get near our target, we'll send them astray," she said. "That'll give us plenty of time to fill our mission before they find out we've led them on a wild goose chase."
"What is our mission?" he asked.
"That's my surprise to you," she said. "You won't be disappointed. I promise."
"You're full of secrets lately," he said. "I don't like it."
"You'll like this one."
He huffed and straightened, staring straight ahead through the windshield. She ought to tell him he was cute when he got angry. His short hair seemed to bristle, every cowlick refusing to lie down. Despite his youth and all the stuff he still had to learn, he was all man, though. Anger emphasized the strength of his jaw when he clenched his teeth, and below lay a firm, strong body. He'd started a new weight lifting program back at the gym in the complex above the Slutgrotto, and boy, did he fill out his uniform. The keyboard on his lap concealed his crotch. He probably hadn't become erect yet, but he would when they got to their destination and he discovered the treat he had in store. She could wait.
"Who's Sylvester?" he said.
"That's the fifth time you've asked me that.”
"You didn't answer the first four times," he said.
"He's someone I knew before." Of course, he'd called himself Sly then. He probably still did when not dealing with his new disciples, the Blanches of the world.
"How long ago?" Jason asked.
"Years."
"Did you fuck him?"
She just stared at Jason for a second. He knew better than to ask questions like that because he wouldn't like the answer. In fact, Sly had been her first real fuck. She'd had sex with men before Sly, but she hadn't truly understood the meaning of the F word until Sly had given her the full treatment.
"Of course, you did," Jason said.
"You have to get over the jealousy," she said. "We can't do our job if you let emotions get in the way."
"I thought we shared something in your bedroom."
"We did." She wasn't going to lie to him. They had had something different. It had almost taken her back to the days when she'd been Felicity and Wonderslut had been no more than an evil plot in Sly's heated imagination. "We're partners. I care about you."
"It'd be nice if you showed it."
"Look, hon. We don't have time for this now. You're going to have to trust me."
He huffed again. The sound could become really tedious if he kept it up.
"I never planned to take a partner," she said. "I wouldn't consider anyone else. Does that satisfy you?"
"I guess it'll have to."
"Then get back to the gps software and get ready to lay down a bogus trail."
"Sure. Where to?"
"Let's see. We're really headed to Malibu. Why not wait until we cross the California border, and then..." She let her mind wander for a moment. The Coliseum? The Hollywood sign? "...send our shadow to the La Brea Tar Pits."
He tapped his fingers against the keyboard, and Felicity counted down the seconds. Right...about…
"Now," she ordered.
Jason hit enter. "Done."
If Sly or someone else was following them, their pursuers would end up at an interesting Los Angeles attraction but nowhere near where Wonderslut and the Piston would be doing their work. Banking the Maserati, she headed toward the beach, the real estate beneath them increasing in value with every second. Finally, they hit the really prime parts of Malibu and came in for a landing on the long driveway that ran up to the biggest of the homes. When she turned off the engine, the sound of surf in the distance came to them, along with the screeching of gulls.
"Is this what I think it is?" Jason asked.
"The home of Sunny Bruno," she answered. "Or one of them."
"Sunny Bruno?" He was sounding like the eager kid again. "That Sunny Bruno. The Sunny Bruno?"
"Your favorite actress. You're going to fuck Sunny Bruno," she said. "I told you you'd like this mission."
"Wait a minute." His expression clouded. "She's not frigid, is she?"
"Oh, hell no. Besides, if she were, you could take care of that."
"So, what does she need us for?"
"Research." She patted him on the cheek. "Come on, Piston. Time to perform."
She didn't have to ask him twice. He jumped from the car before she had her seatbelt unfastened and bounded up the steps. Wonder of wonders, he waited for her to join him before ringing the bell.
After a minute, the door opened, and Sunny Bruno stood on the other side. Blonde and tanned and wearing a skimpy tank top and short shorts, she looked every bit as sexy as she did in her movies.
"Thank you both for coming,” Sunny said.
Jason's jaw dropped, and he stood there like a statue of a superhero.
"Is he okay?" Sunny Bruno asked.
"Just a little star-struck," Felicity said. "He'll be fine.”
"Come on in."
Felicity grabbed Jason's hand and tugged him into the house. After the bright sun outside, it took a while for her vision to adjust. When it did, she found herself in a tastefully decorated Spanish colonial. Sunny had already gone into the living room and was sitting on the couch with one long leg crossed over the other.
"So," Jason sat down next to her, as close as he could get without pulling her into his lap. "What can we do for you?"
Sunny gave him one of the sultry glances she'd become famous for. "A lot."
Felicity glanced at the front of Jason's unitard. No sign of the one-eyed monster yet. Once they got going, that state would change.
"Sunny's going to do a movie with a threesome in it," Felicity said.
"Tasteful," Sunny added. "Just R rated. The director will choreograph it, but I want to get the emotions right."
"Sunny's going to practice on us."
Jason swallowed. "Research."
"I'd really like to pay you guys." Sunny blushed. "I hope that doesn't sound...um...crass."
"Donate to charity," Felicity said. "Something against AIDS."
"Sure." Sunny opened her arms. "Should we get started?"
"Girl/girl action first. Jason will watch."
"Oh, yeah," he said softly.
Sunny and Felicity chuckled, and then, Felicity took Sunny's chin between her thumb and forefinger and lifted her face for a kiss. Sunny's eyes went wide for a minute, and a hint of hesitation crept into her expression.
"Relax," Felicity said. "There's nothing quite like woman/woman love."
"Oh, yeah," Jason repeated. He shifted, clearly becoming uncomfortable. No mystery why. Felicity nodded to him, and he opened the micro-velcro fly of his uniform and eased out a big, beautiful boner.
"He won't come too soon, will he?" Sunny asked.
"And miss an opportunity to put that in you? Not a chance. Besides, he can get it up again, can't you, Piston?"
"Oh, yeah," Jason said for a third time.
"Good, I'd like to watch him stroke it,” Sunny said.
"You're going to be busy for the next few moments." This time, Felicity did kiss her. She started gently, pressing her mouth against Sunny's and then pulling back to measure her reaction.
Sunny’s smiled. "Oh, my. That was nice."
"Glad you liked it." Felicity kissed her again, this time letting her lips linger on Sunny's. Who would have thought the actress who played sexy, uninhibited women on the screen could be so innocent? While their mouths tangled, Felicity eased Sunny's tank top upward. She had to move back to get it over Sunny's head, and when she did, she found firm, small breasts. Sweetly rounded and graced with light rose tips. They absolutely required loving of their own, so Felicity took one nipple into her mouth while she used her fingers on the other one.
Soon, Sunny's breath came hard and fast, and she moaned softly. "That feels so good."
A woman knew all about another woman's body. A really good guy, someone like Jason, could learn, and heaven knew men had their own special talents, like the one that Jason was manipulating at a furious pace on Sunny's other side. Sunny would manage her part with conviction by the time Wonderslut and the Piston were finished with her.
Felicity straightened and glanced into Sunny's face. Her eyes had drifted half-shut with arousal, and the blush on her cheeks didn't come from embarrassment.
"Ready for more?" Felicity asked.
Sunny didn't speak but bit her lip and nodded. Absolutely adorable.
Now, Felicity pulled down the zipper of Sunny's shorts and eased her fingers inside. Sure enough, she found moisture in the curling hairs. A natural blonde, this one, and sleek muscle that spoke of hours in a gym. She probed, searching for Sunny's clit. When she found it, Sunny yipped with surprise, and a tiny stream spilled from her pussy onto Felicity's hand.
"Put your head on my shoulder and let me touch you," Felicity said.
Sunny sighed and obeyed. Curling her free arm around Sunny, Felicity kept working on Sunny's hot button. On the other side, Jason looked on with an expression on his face that seemed drugged with lust. If she knew her guy, and she certainly did, he was close to orgasm. They hadn't lied, though. He'd have no trouble becoming erect again, especially if it meant fucking the woman he'd adored from afar.
After a minute or so, Sunny started moaning, and a flush covered her breasts. She'd come soon, too. Time to get naked.
"Take over for me, Piston," she said as she released Sunny. He didn't hesitate but slid his fingers into Sunny's shorts. His hand moved rhythmically, and judging from the rising inflection of Sunny's cries, he was doing a really good job on her clit.
Felicity squirmed out of her uniform and then helped Sunny remove her shorts. That done, she guided Sunny onto the floor and lowered herself onto her. Moving her leg between Sunny's, she thrust slowly. The moves pushed her thigh against Sunny's mound, creating pressure on her clit with each motion. In this position, she could take Sunny's mouth in a deep kiss, using her lips to sample every curve and soft cushion. When Sunny's tongue emerged, Felicity touched it with her own.
Hot. Sweet. Felicity always became aroused when she fulfilled a mission, whether with a man or woman. Sunny was getting her seriously excited, and her juices coated Sunny's thigh as she kept pushing and pushing against Sunny's pussy with her own. Soon, they both strained together, nipples rubbing, skin rasping over skin, as Sunny got closer and closer to coming.
Finally, Sunny stopped kissing Felicity and simply lay, waiting for her orgasm. Panting hard, she arched her
back. "Oh, God...oh, God...ohgod-ohgod!"
To make the climax even more intense, Felicity lowered herself quickly, bringing her face to Sunny's pussy so that she could feast on Sunny's clit as she came. She did immediately, screaming as her body convulsed.
A loud grunt from the couch told her Jay had lost control as well. When Felicity had finished with Sunny, she just had time to look up and witness Jason spraying semen everywhere. Nice job all around. Act two would follow after they'd rested a bit.
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