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Rough Justice (1)
Lacey Anderson’s Apartment at Brandesbury Square, Woodford Green, London
Friday evening and into the early hours of Saturday morning
It was 1:15am when Lacey finally got home, kicked off her ankle boots, and retreated to the shower. She stripped off her sweat-stained bra and shirt, and her nose wrinkled at the thoroughly soaked panties as she threw them into the laundry basket. The young Agent got under water as hot as she could stand, and then groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as she leaned against the wall, reliving flashes of what just happened.
Part of her cringed with residual embarrassment; another part couldn’t help but feel a twisting sensation deep in her stomach. Images of the Roger’s determined touch, the desire in his eyes, replayed in her mind’s eye. Lacey couldn’t help herself. She slid a hand down to her clit and, leaning against the tile wall, rubbed herself under the hot water. It didn’t take long.
“In the MI6 gym Lacey Anderson, I’m going to punish you because you’re a very bad girl …” The voice was inside her head, but the words resonated all the way down to her spent pussy.
Roger Moore had taken her out after their working day was done. Calling his wife to say that he would staying in his London apartment that night, he took his much younger submissive lover out for dinner.
“Let’s go back to the gym …” He stated out of the blue, after draining his wine glass.
Lacey almost spluttered her wine out all over the table. “Th … the Gym Roger? Really, I’m in no fit state to exercise, and it’s so late.”
Leaning into the table Moore had smirked and whispered, “It’s not exercise I have in mind girl, but taking you while you’re in your gym kit is a particular fantasy of mine.”
“Roger!” Lacey had offered up notional and mock indignation, but the thought was turning her on too, providing the gym was empty of course, and at this hour there was every chance of that.
And now, slumped to the tiled floor in her shower, water pouring over her head, she pictured herself leaning into his wandering hands, and getting fucked on the gym floor, her lover’s thick cock sliding vigorously in and out of her slick pussy, before exploding thick, white seed into her acquiescent body.
As the young Agent’s desire rose again, her breaths came short and shallow as her mind’s eye shifted to show Roger’s cock pushing at her mouth …
“Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck!” Lacey rubbed herself furiously, trembling with urgency as she recalled the intensity of that initial orgasm, the first of many he had given to her this night.
The young Agent groaned, coming down from her self-inflicted climax, allowing the water to soothe her already aching muscles. Then, she bundled herself up into a fluffy white robe and crawled into bed.
******
Lacey knew she was in trouble as soon as she tried to get out of bed the next morning. Her entire body protested when she crawled out from under the covers, her legs buckling when she tried to stand.
She knew things would improve as her body warmed up for the day, and so Lacey forced herself to limp to the tiny kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She had about an hour before she was due to meet her friend and former colleague, Grace Miller, at the Costa on Chigwell Road. It was Saturday, she had no current assignment and Agent Lacey Anderson was looking forward to a couple of days off.
She sat at the table next to the window with a hot, steaming mug, watching rain patter onto the communal courtyard outside. Her gaze was unfocused as she thought about the night before.
Her relationship with Roger Moore was unhealthy, she knew that. But she couldn’t stop herself. He was the perfect Dominant to her submissive. Lacey knew that he was married, knew that he was her boss, of course, and knew that other people in the service were aware of what they were doing … but fuck, she wanted what he had to offer her, no, scratch that, she needed it!
Costa Coffee, Chigwell Road, London
Saturday 11th February
Costa was packed. The place buzzed with machine noise and people talking. As Lacey waited in line, she was assaulted with sideways glances and outright stares, though none of them made contact with her eyes. A young guy ahead of her in line practically turned around just to ogle her firm braless breasts. He was shamelessly staring at her, and Lacey could see that his cock was hard. Wouldn't it be fun to let him have his way with her, she thought? She smiled at him, and he turned back around, just a little embarrassed.
With a seat in the corner at the back of the room, Lacey had only taken a few sips from her Caramel Latte when Grace arrived.
A smile from the door and a wave from the table later, the two girls, one a former MI6 Agent and the other still employed in that role, sat down together.
“Hey Lace, how are you? How’s the new apartment?” Grace was unwrapping herself from her jacket and scarf, as the February cold still bit hard outside.
“I’m doing fine Grace, just about settled in …”
“But it’s great to get out of Fort Monckton right, especially into your own place. I remember when I moved into Tower Hamlets, it felt so good to have some space away from the service.”
Lacey nodded, and then leaned in and took Grace’s hand in hers. “So, how’s married life I’ve not seen you since the big day, and that’s like eight months ago?”
Grace smiled. “It’s perfect, so fucking perfect. I would never have believed it possible.”
“And Jason’s okay, you know …”
Grace nodded, “We have to be careful, because they hurt him pretty bad down there, his groin
(see Havana Hell), but yeah, all good. His kids, Issy and Jack, are really great with me, in fact Issy is almost eighteen, in a few days actually, and to be honest more like a younger sister to me …” Grace, who was only, twenty-five herself grinned, as did her former colleague.
“Don’t ever say that to Jason though, will you?”
“God, no,” the girls both laughed together.
“And what about you Lace, are you still seeing …”
Lacey nodded. “Yep … I just can’t stop Grace. Every time I see Roger, I want him more.”
Grace nodded. She knew how magnetically powerful someone in his position and with such charisma could me. She had watched it happen with her late friend, colleague and lover, Ekaterina, and now she was doing the same for Lacey.
“Just be careful Lacey,” Grace said, taking her friend’s hand.
“I will Grace, don’t worry.”
To Be Continued …
