I was one of the early "modern" female FBI agents. I graduated from college in the 1970's, with an unusual combination of a both accounting and computer science degrees and a CPA. I also ran track in college and was in pretty good shape. I applied to the FBI and was accepted, and after my training and probationary work I found myself assigned to a white collar crime unit.

It was boring and routine for many months, as we downloaded transaction records and used time sharing computer terminals (this was before PC's and spreadsheets) to compare and match bank transactions with potential criminal activities. Much of stuff we found was handed off to other agencies – potential counterfeiting or money laundering to the Treasury pukes, some foreign transactions were deemed "espionage related" and handed over to the FBI units specializing in counter intelligence, and a lot of potentially exciting stuff went to the OC weenies.

I spent all my time in a cubicle tracing transactions and trying to get bank MIS managers to volunteer data without a warrant and to output tapes in a format we could read. Except for my trips to the firing range, and the occasional special training, my glamorous FBI career seemed no different than those of my accounting classmates who took jobs at the Big 8 accounting firms (there were eight then, but not anymore!).

My sex life was not much more exciting – I had a few college boyfriends but none that really lit my fire, so during college and especially after I started at the Bureau there was lots of fantasy and masturbation. I had two older brothers and an older sister, so when I was growing up I not only got to read Playboy and Penthouse Forum, but I also discovered porn magazines hidden in drawers, and snuck in to watch 16mm porn films projected on my brother's wall when they thought I was asleep. But I got most of my sex information from my sister's Cosmo and Redbook magazines, and eavesdropping on her stories and those told by her friends when they slept over at our house, plus another more advanced course of study by listening to the other girls at college.

Then there was finally some excitement at the FBI field office when our boss announced that several special agents, including me, were to be temporarily assigned to a task force to work with the ATF and the DIA on a weapons smuggling case. Things began to move fast when we were told that there was considerable attention to our case from not only the FBI directors' office, but the White House. There are often great budget implications in the outcome of something like this, and careers can be made or broken in the rush to show quick results.

At first I was given a huge file of records from an expensive escort service that had been "turned" by the local cops, and then handed over to the FBI when it was discovered that it operated in several states. This operation provided super high end ($5K per night in the 1970's!) call girls who were in real life sorority girls good looking enough to be models and willing do just about anything the client wanted!

I took the files to my office and then recruited two secretaries to do rapid data entry all night and then my months of boring experience paid off. I was rapidly able to identify most of the clients, their credit cards, their schedules, and I even found some amateurishly 13 letter code encrypted journals with notes on their sexual preferences. These were easy to decipher and I typed them up too.

When I turned this information over to my boss, he scanned it, got visibly excited, and then went into the SAC's office and they called the Bureau HQ in DC, even though it was already late evening there. He didn't let me listen to the call, since this operation was officially compartmented, but by what I could hear through the door and from the tone of the voices on the speaker phone, I could tell there was great urgency to get more information.

The next morning the SAC called me into his office alone, which in itself was unusual. He was bypassing my direct superior and several members of my team. He first gave me a brief "attaboy" for working through the data so quickly, but he soon grew thoughtful and spoke in hushed tones.

As I later learned this usually means they are about to try get you to do something that will either earn you a big promotion if it works or get you in trouble with OPR if it doesn't. Your boss will get most of the credit if it works, but will have to act really sad when they fire you for coloring outside the lines if you don't get results.

"Connie," he said, "You are the only agent with a chance to break this case and to perhaps advance your career in a very short time. But you will have to tread carefully. I want to make sure that you understand I am not asking you to do anything that puts you at risk or makes you uncomfortable. Is that perfectly understood?"

I paused for a minute and asked "What exactly are you asking me to do, sir?"

He adopted a conspiratorial tone like he was reading me in to secret stuff I really shouldn't know: "One of the escort clients you identified is a major player in the arms smuggling operation we are trying to track. He has been seeing the same girl for almost a year, but she has paid off her student loans and will not go on any more dates with him or anyone else. The madam is so worried about getting us to reduce her sentence that she will do or say anything we want. There is a big party planned and the escort service is sending 4 girls to the hotel suite. We want to put you undercover as the new replacement date for the top arms dealer."

It took me a minute to process the possibilities here. "What information do you think I can get, and what do you want me to do to get it?" He paused, and chose his words carefully: "We want to know who he is selling to and when. It may be that one or more of the other guys at the hotel are the buyers, and we can actually make an arrest before the party really gets started. But you are going to have to make a judgment call on that. You will be the one to signal when we should make the raid."

Being lucky enough to have it all go down that night seemed unlikely to me, and I asked "What if it's just a party and no transactions take place for a long time?" He considered this, and replied "If you don't feel you can continue the operation, try to get out without signaling for a raid. If we don't alert him, maybe we can just keep a team following them after the party breaks up, and that will get us what we want. These guys are freaks for counter surveillance, and have a team following them and snooping all the time, so we won't be able to wire you and listen in."

The walls started to close in on me a little bit, and I asked "If you are not listening in, how can you tell when I want a raid?" He pulled out a pager on a clip like all the doctors wore in the 70's. "Take this with you. All the escort girls have them. The service pages them to call for their messages and also the madam pages them and they have to call her from each date to tell her they are okay. All of the girls do this and your target knows all about it from his times with the previous girl. We have modified this pager receiver by adding a low power transmitter so that if you press the squelch button three times quickly it will send an alert signal to our surveillance team. It only transmits when you are ready for the raid, and if we tried to send any other signals they would sniff them out and the deal would be blown."

"Why are you giving me this thing now?" I asked. "Because the party is tonight, and it will take some time to get you ready, so you have to decide right now". He looked at me expectantly. I needed some more information. "What do we know about the client? Who is he?" He looked troubled. "You are supposed to be meeting him for the first time. If you know too much about him it may jeopardize your cover story." He did not put me off. "I still need to know more about this guy to gauge the risk – to decide whether or not to try this at all."

He made a grimace. "We don't know that much anyway. He's supposed to be in his early thirties, former Army Green Beret with combat duty in Vietnam, then a mercenary and now an arms dealer. Calls himself Danny Colangelo, but that's probably an alias. Six two, two hundred pounds, blue eyes, brown hair. Nothing else I can tell you. Are you in?"

What was being left unsaid was that all these arrangements were tailor made to make me the cutout and the bearer of all the risk. If I didn't send the signal, my boss and the rest of the team would blithely assume there was no problem. If I sent the signal too soon without getting any evidence on the arms transactions, I would have been the one to "chicken out" and ruin the operation. And if I stayed undercover until I got good information, who knows what I would have to do with "Danny" for how long while my bosses stayed blissfully ignorant?

"Why me" I asked. He spoke immediately: "Because you are about the same age and background as the recent college graduates the madam recruits. You will be completely believable if you tell them you are doing it to pay off your college loans. And although you don't normally dress like a hooker, our consultant says that he can tell from the pictures we sent him that you are in good shape and have a nice figure. He says he can "tart you up" and make you look like a hot call girl! And no one else who could pull off that look knows enough about the case to be useful given our short time line."

I realized this was my chance to move up in the bureau faster than I ever dreamed. And then I realized something else. The prospect of having "Danny" think I was a super sexy high end whore and tell me exactly what he wanted me to do to him did not disgust me. In fact, it made me a little hot. Some of my recurring fantasies involved daydreams about going to a fancy hotel room with a great looking date that I knew was going to expect me to go all the way. And during my daydreams I would see myself doing just about everything I had ever seen in the porno films or read about in the magazines, and finger myself to several fine orgasms in the process.

"Okay, boss. I'll give it a try. But who the hell is this consultant?" One of things that continues to amaze me about the Bureau is the people they bring in to help them prepare for cases. I have no idea how they find them, or how much they pay them, but they often have amazing skill sets I never even dreamed of.

"We have him and the madam in a conference room downstairs. She is going to give you a short course in the world of play for pay while he does your hair and makeup over so you look like a whole new woman", he laughed.

The guy in the conference room looked and sounded a lot like the Michael Caine character in "Miss Congeniality." For all I know he may have been the actual inspiration for that role. I learned that he was a former Hollywood makeup artist and special effects man, who was a master of making disguises that completely changed someone's looks and were still quick and easy to apply. He immediately began pawing me like I was a horse for sale, first grabbing my face like my grandmother used to and said "good cheekbones – we can use that." The he pulled down my top and said "Look at those nipples! Those are two in a million, you know that don't you dear? We can work with those babies." I have always been proud of my nipples. They are the color and shape of a brand new jumbo pencil eraser and about the size of a .44 magnum bullet. Every boyfriend I have ever had has been fascinated with them, and I never tire of having them touched and kissed. Mr. Makeup said "I could almost get interested in them myself. They look like nice little pink cocks!"

I pulled back to punch him and the SAC grabbed my arm and said "Let him work, Connie. He's a pro." Mr. Makeup pulled up my skirt and whistled. "Wow, great legs, you must be a runner. I could almost get into girls if they all had gams like yours." He stepped behind me and cupped my ass cheeks with his hand. "Wow again. Your workouts are paying off. We'll put you in very high heels with a very short skirt, and with those legs and that ass most guys won't even notice what color your eyes are until the third date. I need to see your pubic hair, sweetheart. Take off those hideous cotton panties. We are going to replace them anyway!"

Again the SAC warned me not to hit Mr. Makeup, and then left the room smirking. "I'll leave this to the pros."

Mr. Makeup motioned for the cosmetologist to come forward to work on me. They boosted me up unto a large towel on the conference room table and she proceeded to shave my bush and trim the pubic hair that was left. Back then I kept my red brown hair long and usually wore it up in a bun for work. Mr. Makeup removed the simple leather tie I normally used, and the madam handed him a Chinese lacquered hair thing. He twisted my hair up into tightly wrapped tower and the Chinese thing clamped onto it like a clamshell from the left and right side, and had a series of indentations on the back side. It almost looked like a pair of upside down pearl handle pistol grips, and I wondered about the shape.

"You'll see what that is for later, dear." Said the madam, who looked to be about 65 years old and must have been a real looker in her day. "Let me give you a few tips. This is basically what I tell all the new girls. Hookers don't get paid for sex – they get paid to reliably and discreetly to go away afterwards. High end call girls get paid for that and for creating an illusion of warmth and willingness. Sexual skill doesn't matter nearly as much as acting skill. Nothing is sexier for a man than a nice looking woman that is willing to listen to him and look at him like she finds him interesting. Everything else is extra. If the guy actually turns you on, then you just go with it. We don't have to worry about him – the way you will look after we get through with you will turn him into a monkey in heat. If you are into the guy, don't be afraid to tell him what you would like. Guys love it if you ask them to do things to you."

Mr. Makeup finished with my hair and began holding some color sample cards up to my face. He said he was checking my skin tones to find complementary and contrasting colors. He then started to apply makeup to my face, narrating as he went along so I could duplicate it later. He showed me where to put some darker coloring to make my high cheekbones stand out and make my eyes look bigger. Combined with the hair up high, it made my face look long and elegant, and the new tones in the makeup also made my eyes and hair color "pop" and look very bold. The guy really did know what he was doing.

He handed me a bright green bra and told me to put it on. The bra was a very aggressive push up type with cut out holes for my nipples. The green color contrasted perfectly with them and made them seem even longer and pinker. It pushed them up and popped them out like a retail display. They immediately swelled up and got all "crinkly" like they did when I was excited. The cosmetologist leaned over a little too closely and licked her lips. I was afraid she wanted to kiss my nipples. I was afraid I might like it.

Then he handed me some tiny panties of the same fluorescent green color. I put them on and realized they were crotchless! The cosmetologist reached out to adjust them. I saw that she had trimmed my pubic hair to match the shape of the cut out in the panties. She held up a mirror so I could see myself. With the bright green color, the contrasting pink lips and reddish brown triangle of short hair, my crotch looked like a green and red neon sign pointing to the pussy in the middle of it! Even I wanted to kiss it! I had to force myself to focus on what the madam was saying. I started to think about how to keep myself from getting wet.

"Here are the notes the other girl made about this client" she began. "Up tight – never wants to do orgy. He always wants one on one in private. Acts very different when the other guys in his crew are around. Makes sure the door is double locked and then even puts the chair under the door knob. Keeps a big gun under the pillow and another smaller one in his shoe. Lots of foreplay and kissing – it's almost like he wants to drag things out and delay, not come fast like most do. Very oral. Spends lots of time on my legs and ass. He knows when I am excited and you can never fake on orgasm – he knows if you come and he usually makes it happen. Never calls me whore or slaps me. I asked him to spank me once and he sort of liked it, but I think he was embarrassed that he did. He is gentle but when he finally gets going is a very strong finisher. Does not like it when I talk dirty, but he does like it when I sweet talk him. Once I put his hands on my head and encouraged him to face fuck me. He really got into it, but he seemed sheepish and embarrassed afterword."

I was getting more comfortable with the risk, and also getting hornier!

Mr. Makeup handed me a little purse. It was expensive Italian leather, and had a driver's license in it that looked completely authentic with my undercover name and the picture from my most recent actual license. It also had about $300 in cash, some makeup and lipstick, an expired student ID for the undercover name with the picture from my last college ID (nice touch), the pager, some breath mints, and some chic looking dark glasses in a hard case.

He slipped a very expensive looking basic black dress over my head and I shook it down into place. It fit me like a glove. It covered my chest, but the fabric was so sheer it was easy to tell that the bra had openings for my nipples. They promptly stood up like bullets under leather!

The dress was very short. It seemed like it only went down about an inch below the crotchless panties. I could feel the draft in the room on my pussy lips! He handed me a pair of expensive Italian shoes – very high heels and multiple straps that climbed up my ankles. Today they would call them "Fuck Me Pumps" and even back then the message they sent was pretty clear. They also were so high and tilted that they emphasized my legs and ass even more than the dress alone.

I tried a few steps in them and the cosmetologist loudly sighed. "Oh honey!" she said. "You look like a million bucks!" Mr. Makeup beamed. "I am a fucking genius, am I not!" I had to admit, I looked like a different woman. A very hot and very fuckable woman!

The SAC opened the conference room door and froze in place. He scanned me up and down and then his eyes fixed on my nipples. He ground his teeth together so hard we could hear the muscles pop in his jaw! Mr. Makeup almost protectively put a nice Burberry rain coat around me, with a hood and a snuggly warm lining. It was cold and snowing outside. "The car service is here" the madam said. "He is picking you up first so the other girls won't know where you came from." The driver was from the madam's regular car service – he did not know I was undercover. I went downstairs and left the building via the restaurant and bar, located the black Lincoln Town Car, and got in. The driver acknowledged me and said he had three more pickups to make.

Soon the car had all four girls, and we drove on to the hotel. We got out and I followed the other girls. One of them slipped the concierge a fifty and he used a key to let us into the elevator to the top floor. They were all about my age and very pretty. The tallest one with jet black hair asked "is this your first time with these guys?" I decided I couldn't fool these girls about my inexperience. "Yes" I said. "It's also my first escort date with anybody!"

She looked at me incredulously. "HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed. "The three young guys are pretty wild. They are into gang bangs!" I thought quickly, and said "the madam said I was for the older guy only. I am replacing the girl that he used to go with". Another girl said "Didn't she tell you about those Chinese hair handles?"
Putting that and the gang bang comment together I suddenly figured out what my hairdo was really for. The madam was probably laughing about the prim and proper FBI agent getting face fucked by 4 guys! I made a mental note to get revenge.

Then my heart began to race, half from a pang of fear and half from a burst of lustful anticipation. Once a guy locked his hands into those twin pistol grips, he could turn my head at any angle and do just about anything with it he wanted to with it. Suddenly I got wet again.

The elevator door opened and we walked down the hall. I forced myself to breathe. We stopped in front of the Presidential Suite.

We knocked and the door opened. It was a big suite with picture windows and a skylight, and thus very brightly lit. There were three young guys together near the front door. They were dressed in jeans and tee shirts, and looked and sounded like they had been drinking for a while. A slightly older man in an expensive looking business suit was against the back wall, talking on the phone.

The young guys immediately grabbed at us and tried to move us to the couches. I decided I would try to position myself with the older guy. I shook off the younger guy's hands and walked to the guy in the suit. He fit the description of Danny Colangelo. He held up a single finger as I approached, indicating that I should wait until he finished the phone call. I sat on the chair next to him and kept my eyes on his only. When one of the younger guys tried to grab me, he shooed them away with a menacing glance. My heart leapt in my chest! Perhaps I had avoided the gang bang three, but what was this guy all about?

While he talked I studied him. Early thirties seemed about right. His eyes were not just blue – they were a fierce ice blue. He had a quiet but strong voice, great diction and grammar, and a pretty damned good vocabulary. He seemed to be instructing the person on the other end as to how they had screwed something up. Without using any gutter language, he called them every kind of fool and pervert you could imagine, all without skipping a beat and using medical and psychological terms when required.

He put down the phone and studied me. "So you are the new girl?" he asked. I nodded shyly.

The tall dark escort yelled to him from the vicinity of the couch "This is her first date ever, Danny. The madam says she is for you only and to take it easy!" I felt a wave of gratitude and suddenly decided that I would do everything I possibly could to make sure she got out of this with few charges and little or no jail time.

He studied me even more intently, and then glanced at the three younger guys already stripping the other girls and pawing at them. His eyes hardened in a cruel smile and I thought for a second he was going let them have me anyway. He looked at my hairdo and apparently came to the same conclusion about it that I had. He smiled like a predator and I gulped. I gave him my best vulnerable look and asked "is there a place we can be by ourselves?"

His expression softened and he took me by the arm. We walked into the master bedroom and he took off his suit jacket and rep tie and hung them on a chair. He looked good. Small waist, large chest, and was very graceful as he moved.

He locked the door and wedged a chair behind it just like the notes said. He sat down on the bed and left me standing at the foot of the bed. He waited for me to start talking. Interrogation 101. But I just waited him out. The more time this took the better for me. He took out a full size Colt 1911 from his right waistband and two spare magazines from the other side and set them on the bed stand. He took off his boots and I noticed a J frame Smith revolver with a modified shrouded hammer clipped to the inside of one of them, and a speed loader clipped inside the other boot. Also just as advertised.

I was somehow suddenly reminded of one of the girls in my college dorm. Her name was Tessa and she was often called Tessa the Teaser. I had heard many stories about her leading guys on for weeks and never giving them any relief. When I met here I asked her about it. She laughed it off, and smiled like she was recalling a very pleasant memory. "I always please after I tease" she said. "Always. I make them wait and last and want it for a long time, but when they finally get their rocks off it is much better for them. It is a bigger stronger orgasm that they never forget"

She proceeded to tell me all of her tricks, which began with some of the sex tips on preventing premature ejaculation from Redbook magazine that I had already read and ended with some incredibly creative techniques that Tessa had perfected on her own. I decided that I would try to tease Danny for as long as possible, hoping that somehow something would happen and I could call for a raid before I actually delivered on the services that had already been promised and paid for. But part of me already wanted to please him, to make him smile again.

"Is this really your first time as an escort?" He asked. He was studying me carefully for signs of deception. But I could be completely truthful about this. "Yes" I said and looked at him directly. "Did you go to college?" he continued. I told him I had a degree in accounting. He then asked me a few quick questions, ranging from elementary double entry bookkeeping up to the ACH system and electronic funds transfer protocols. Luckily I was able to answer them all authoritatively.

He then persisted with the escort angle. "How did you get into the escort thing?" I paused, now having to make something up that was believable. I stayed as lose to the truth as I could. "I got recruited by the madam through a girl in my college class. I complained about how big a student loan balance I had and she said maybe she had a way to help me fix that. I met with the madam, who told me I had the looks to pay the loans off quickly. She said that the girl that you saw before saved her money and paid all her loans off, and she doesn't work as an escort any more. He seemed strangely pleased by this news. Then he got a bit of a leer on his face. "Will you really do anything I want?" he said challengingly.

I did not want him to catch me in a lie, so I told the truth. "I don't know yet. Surely I would not for those three in the living room." I paused and licked my lips theatrically. "But you seem pretty nice." The tease had begun. I had been in the suite about 30 minutes.

Danny stood up right in front of me. He took off my rain coat and threw it on top of his suit coat. He looked me up and down unflinchingly and took it all in. I savored the effect it had on him. Interrogation mode was over. He could not look away. He could no longer take it or leave it. I expected him to focus on my nipples showing through the dress like the SAC and most guys, and he did look at them for a while and lick his lips. He spent even longer looking at my legs and leaning to the side a little bit to see my ass. But his eyes finally came to rest on my feet and shoes. They stayed there and I could see his cock twitch in his suit pants. It was like a Penthouse variations letter come to life, and I thought I could see what my next tease should be.

I thought I could run with this for at least another 30 minutes. I sat down on the little love seat at the foot of the large bed. I held my left foot up level with the floor. He not only got a great view of the leg and the shoe, but a quick glance upwards would let him take in the crotchless panties. He did, but soon focused on my lower legs, feet, and shoes. "Do you like these shoes, Danny?" I asked slowly. "They are Italian." He did not care if they were from the moon, but I knew he liked them.

I snaked my foot up closer and closer to his crotch and he finally grabbed it and put it on his shoulder, and began licking the lower part of my leg. I have never been into feet, but I liked this. And it seemed to make Danny very happy. After I few minutes I turned my leg so he would have to lick the other side, then switched legs so he could work on the other one. He never kissed my shoes. I took one leg down and took the shoe off, then offered him the foot. He took it and kissed it, but it was brief and just seemed erotic to him. But he did not seem like a full on foot fetishist. But at least another 30 minutes had gone by.

I stood back up to face him and kissed him on the mouth. He seemed surprised at first, but then he really got into it. He snaked his arms around me in a big hug and kissed me for long time like a high school sweetheart. I loved it. And I kissed him back just as sweetly. He smelled good, his teeth were clean and his breath was fresh, and his chest felt great against my nipples. I was prepared to kiss him like that all night.

But Danny got other ideas. He stepped back a little and drew my little black dress over my head and threw it on my raincoat. He pulled my arms up over my head so my breasts were turned up like a package he wanted to open. Languorously he kissed the side of my chest and then the side of my breasts, never coming near the nipple. Occasionally I would feel his hot breath on one nipple of the other, but his mouth never settled there. Now he was teasing me. But that was okay. I could wait it out.

Finally I decided to ask for it, like the madam said. "Danny" I said, "would you please kiss my nipples?"

I think this was the minor victory he had been looking for. He began to circle his tongue around each aureole slowly and inexorably moving toward the center. My nipples crinkled in anticipation. I could feel the wetness dripping down the open front of my panties. I don't think I have ever been so excited before. When he reached the nipples he took his time, teasing but moving forward a little each minute. I was floating on a cloud, with no logical thought possible. Soon he was kissing them lightly, then strongly, and then sucking on them gently. I was nearing my first nipple centric orgasm and it was so good. When he began the strong sucking I started to come, and little gentle bites sent me over the edge.

I squirted a little juice thought the hole in the front of the panties. My pussy was radiating heat and stink like fresh sticky asphalt on a humid hundred degree day. He smiled wickedly at me and said "What is that enchanting perfume?" But I made him say it. 'What is it Danny? Say it" He looked momentarily like a sixteen year old who had been caught jerking off. "It, It, It's your pussy" he finally stammered. "Do you like that smell" I asked. He turned beet red, but replied "I sure do."

He began kissing his way down my abdomen, but stopped and worked his tongue around my navel for quite a while. Then he moved towards the erupting volcano between my legs. He must have read one of my sister's Redbook articles, because he began to work on me in the way I was hoping for. He started with my outer lips, licking them toward the center like he was closing them. Then he licked them the other direction from the center out, opening them up. Then he gently sucked on the outer lips until they were fully engorged and excited. Instead of moving then to the inner lips, he surprised me by gently licking my perineum, and letting his tongue wander closer and closer to my anus. When he finally flicked his tongue across my little rosy hole, I cried out for joy.

Then he moved to the inner lips, first licking them from the outside in like they were closing doors. Then he reversed and licked them from center to the outside, fully opening my doors! He sucked the inner lips gently until they were fully distended and excited. He easily slipped two fingers into my now completely sloppy pussy, and began to make the "come here" gesture as he searched for my G spot. I felt the little squishy area tighten up and respond as he pushed his fingers across it, and I felt myself rushing toward another climax.

He pushed his tongue into my ass, fucking it like a little cunt, and at the same time he increased the pressure and friction on my G spot. I came like a machine gun: Bang! Bang! Bang! Quick, shuddering orgasms that each curled my toes.

Then he moved up alongside me and kissed me full on the mouth. I was amazed at how strong my pussy tasted on his lips. I have never been so excited ever. I kissed him back fervently, but then laughed and said, "Excuse me but I have to go pee!"

I jumped into the bathroom and peed like a race horse. I have never had that reaction to great sex before (I never had sex that great before) but then I realized that I had been so nervous during the preparation for this assignment that I had not visited the bathroom all day. I have heard guys talk about how good it feels to finally empty a full bladder – suddenly I knew what they were talking about.

I used a wet washrag to wash myself off and went back to the bed. Danny was lying on his back sporting the biggest, reddest, angriest looking erection I had ever seen outside of porno films.

It reminded me of an expression Tessa the Teaser used. She said "When his dick is all red his balls are usually blue" and that that was "the right time to start the final tease". I asked Danny to stand up and I got on my knees in front of him. I used by best shy little girl voice "Danny, would it be okay if I touched your cock?"

He literally vibrated in place. I very gently used my fingers like I had never touched a dick before, and very slowly and tentatively made contact. It was red and hot to the touch. After I had touched at least once all over it, I said in a slightly huskier voice "Danny, would be okay if I kissed it?"

"Yes!" he pleaded. I was afraid he was going to shoot right there. I very gently kissed all over his cock, using my lips only, no tongue, and no suction. He was right on the edge. I started the next phase of Tessa's technique. It seemed highly counterintuitive, but she said it worked every time.

He was dripping clear juice mixed with a little bit of come from the end of his cock. I looked into his eyes and innocently said "Danny, you are dripping!" I took my finger and smeared it in the liquid, and began to gently spread it all over his cock. I thought this would make him come, but Tessa was right. He shuddered, but did not blast off. It seemed to have slowed him down for a while.

I looked at him again. His eyes pleaded with me for release. "Danny" I said, "I really want to suck your cock, but I need you to promise me something first?" "Anything!" he said.

"Well you know how sensitive my nipples are? I want you to promise me that after I start sucking you and when you are just about to come you will tell me so I can get it to shoot on my nipples for this first time, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" he almost screamed. I smiled at him sweetly, paused for a minute until he did a double take to see why I stopped, and then I implemented Tessa's top tease technique.

I reached one hand onto the base of his cock and began to gently jack it like I was giving him a hand job. I maneuvered the tip of his cock into position to be right next to my nipples. With my other hand I gently massaged the base of his balls, trying to see if I could locate his prostate gland. He was almost there.

I waited until he looked at me again, and then batted my eyelashes and stuck out my tongue toward the end of his cock. Just as it was about to touch him, I increased the motions of my both my hands. At just the instant that the tip of my tongue almost touched the slit on his cock to lap up the fluid dripping from it, I pressed on his prostate, per Tessa's teachings.

His ass began to vibrate. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and growled like a dog. I felt his prostate churn and his balls jump, and just managed to aim his gusher onto one nipple. He shot a tremendous volume and it landed right on me, covering the nipple! It was hot like candle wax, and I loved it.

Tessa said this gives them a tremendous orgasm, but keeps them dreaming of the next time when they hope you will actually suck them and they can shoot in your mouth. I then aimed at my other nipple, and he covered that with a load that was even hotter and stickier. My nipples were quivering. I went back and forth from nipple to nipple as the volume declined, but it was still wonderfully hot and sticky.

Per Tessa's methods, I narrated his shots: "Oh Danny! Your hot come feels so good on my nipples! Shoot it on me! Shoot it! Shoot it! He was moving his head back and forth like Stevie Wonder and grunting with each spurt.

When he opened his eyes I was ready for Tessa's version of the old show biz adage that holds you should always leave them wanting more. I scooped up some of his come from my nipples and adoringly put it in my mouth and swallowed it like it was the tastiest thing I ever had! He watched me give him an "all gone" smile show with my open mouth and then got this huge smile on his face and laid his head back on the pillow like he was the happiest man I the world.

When Tessa told me about this, she said this was sometimes dangerous. She said if you really craved the taste and wanted it all, it meant you were in love with the guy! But she also said that meant she was in love with all her guys! I figured I would have to think about that later.

Right now I was hoping Danny would roll over and go to sleep. I decided to encourage him to do so. I rolled onto the bed with him, cuddled up next to him and put my head on his chest like I was a little girl ready to go to sleep. It almost worked.

The phone rang on the night stand. He picked it up and listened for almost a minute, then put it down and frowned. I could see the wheels turning in his head.

He looked at me with a really funny expression, and said "I had hoped we could spend a lot more time together. I wanted to get to know you better. And to be perfectly honest, I also really wanted to make use of your headgear." He smiled wanly, and I turned beet red.

"The fact that you are blushing right now tells me I was right to want to know you better, and that you should make this your first and last escort date." He walked over to the corner of the room and pulled out a metal Halliburton briefcase, and tossed me a stack of bills. I recognized the bank packaging – it was $100K! "Pay off your loans, and promise me you will never take another client from the madam." I could only nod yes.

"I have to go" he said. "Business, and as much as I would like to see you again, I don't think that is going to be possible. Take good care of yourself!" He put his clothes back on, put his guns back in place, picked up the case and opened the door. He yelled to the three younger guys "We are out of here in 60 seconds. If you can't keep up you are fired!"

The gang bang three struggled to disengage themselves from the other girls, and were still carrying their shoes and trying to get all their clothes on when I heard the elevator chime ding in the hallway through the open door. And suddenly they were all gone.

I had a decision to make. I decided not to call for a raid – it may be there were going to a meet to make a sale, and it may be that they had called if off. I didn't have any data to tell me which, and if I did nothing, the team outside would follow them anyway. I quickly cleaned up, put my clothes on, grabbed my little Italian purse, hid the $100K in the pocket of my raincoat, and joined the other girls.

The tall black haired girl said "Let's go find the Town Car and get out of here." I followed them and we headed down in the elevator.

I didn't know if the whole operation had been blown, or I was still undercover as a call girl. But I had to admit tonight had been much more exciting that my normal work in my cubicle. I never had a handsome guy eat my pussy there! I had never got to tease and please any hard cocks in my cubicle, and I never had multiple orgasms there either! At the very least, I had a lot of new and very recent daydream material to work with!
After the car dropped the other girls off, the driver took me back the restaurant where he had first picked me up. The SAC was sitting at the bar. He got up and walked past me, slipping me a note. "My office" It said, "at exactly 0800 tomorrow morning."

I went back into the office and filled out an evidence voucher on the $100K, locked it in the safe, and typed out my report. I decided to summarize by saying that I had managed to convince the target of our investigation that I was an escort. I told them I admitted to them it was my first time, and that he must have felt sorry for me and give me the $100K to "save me". I said (like Clinton would say years later) that I "did not have intercourse with that man" and that I had learned a lot about working undercover, but put in as few details as possible.

The next morning I showed up at the office early and went immediately to the SAC's office. I knocked and he motioned me in to sit down. He was on the phone and taking notes. "OK" he said. "I will have everybody in the conference room at 0900" then he hung up.

He had the evidence voucher and my report out on the desk. "I see you favor very concise reports, special agent." He said with a shit eating grin on his face.

I wondered how much he knew about what really happened. I waited silently.

"Tell me about the money" he demanded. I repeated verbally what was in the report, almost word for word. It was a habit that would serve me well throughout the rest of my career.

He smiled again "you must have been very convincing, Connie. Care to share your secret techniques?"

I waited two beats and said "I think he picked up on how nervous I was. I was lucky that he attributed it to being my first time as an escort rather than that I was undercover."

He smiled again. "We were all very lucky, or this Danny guy was not too bright. The money he gave you was from a batch of bills that we had already identified and recorded all the serial numbers from. They were previously used to buy weapons that were stolen from a NATO installation in France. Arrests have already been made in Europe and here in the states. The operation is being closed down. The DIA guy that was the overall runner of the operation will be here at 0900 to give us a final briefing, and apparently this is now all classified. See you then."

I went back to my desk and thought through my report. No obvious problems occurred to me.

I went down to the building lobby to get an orange juice at the snack bar, and was back in the conference room a few minutes early. I took a seat upfront and looked forward to satisfying my curiosity about Danny and if he had already been arrested. I also wanted to see if I could help out the tall black haired girl, and maybe figure out how to get some payback on the madam.

A few minutes before 0900 a tall guy in an Army major's uniform walked in quickly with his back to me and began setting up slides on the overhead projector at the front of the room.

When he turned to face me the first thing I noticed was his fierce ice blue eyes.

I froze in place. He looked up at me and smiled brightly. He checked his watch and saw he had a few minutes before he had to begin his briefing. He walked toward me with a small plain cardboard box.

I kept my eyes down and looked inside, and it contained a Sony compact video cartridge (which was state of the art at that point in time). The label on the tape said "This video was not included in the official DIA case file. Please view it later in private, then call me" and then a phone number, which I presumed was his.

My heart was beating 120 beats per minute, but I looked up slowly and he held my gaze for a minute.

I said "I have something for you, too." I reached into my purse and handed him the Chinese hair piece. His face turned beet red, and stayed red through most of the briefing.

We have been married now for 35 years, and I still call him Danny, but I have never before told anyone why. He sometimes calls me his little cock teaser. But I always please after I tease. Always. We have an extensive collection of Chinese hair pieces, and a daughter named Tessa.