Mistaken Identity (Women's Fantasies) (2 page)

When nothing happened, she opened her eyes.

Green dropped her hand to her side. “No, that’s not going to work with you, is it? I won’t get anything out of you with cheap violence.”

“You won’t get anything out of me any way,” Brenda replied. “There’s nothing to get. I don’t know any mob boss. I don’t know anything.”

“Sure.” Green put on a sickly sweet smile. “Sure you don’t.”

“I don’t.”

Green nodded slowly. “You think I don’t know how to get it from you? I’ve got my methods, Mitzi, and let me tell you—I’m good.”

The agent grabbed Brenda’s pants and yanked them down, underwear and all. Like a magician, Green pulled off her shoes, trousers and everything, all at once.

There was nothing she could do to cover herself, so she didn’t even try.

“I think I know what’ll get you talking,” Green said, descending to her knees and pressing open Brenda’s thighs.

Seriously. Had Danny set this up? Would he really have done a thing like that?

Long fingers pushed into her pillowy thighs. Would an FBI agent, or whatever Green claimed to be, have perfectly manicured nails, painted red in a shiny shellac finish? Doubtful. And when Brenda had asked to see their badges, they’d said no.

Look at her—look at that face.
She was so wretchedly beautiful that just watching her lips part made Brenda shudder. She was probably a hooker—or a call girl, a high-class one. Maybe Red was her pimp. Danny had probably called them and arranged the kidnapping, the wild debauchery. All Brenda had to do was sit back and enjoy.

When Green’s little pink tongue poked out, Brenda counted down the milliseconds before it touched her flesh. Her hair embarrassed her, but nothing she could do about it now. With her hands cuffed to the chair, she couldn’t even part her pussy lips. Green had to do that, too, opening Brenda’s folds with those shiny red fingernails.

“Please,” Brenda begged. She didn’t mean to, but the waiting was absolute torture. “Please lick me.”

“What’s your name?” Green perched so close the girl’s hot breath warmed her clit. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat. “Come on. Just admit it. Telling the truth feels sooo good.”

She considered lying just to feel the soft press of Green’s tongue against her folds. No. She couldn’t. “Brenda. My name is Brenda Jones.”

Green’s eyes narrowed. “Fine,” she snapped, and before Brenda could brace herself for it, the stranger’s face was lodged between her legs.

Green splayed her pussy lips so hard her skin felt stretched to its limits. The agent’s soft tongue rolled like velvet across her clit, warm and wet, down her slit and back up.

“Oh yes.” Brenda hadn’t felt so juicy in years. She kept forgetting her hands were cuffed behind her, and trying to bring them around, run them through Green’s silky black hair. Oh, that cascade of raven locks. “I love your hair.”

Green looked up, eyes wide, as if she was surprised Brenda had anything nice to say. She leaned back slightly, her tongue huge, elongated. No matter how far she bent, the tip still rested just below Brenda’s clit, nudging slowly, rhythmically.

“Lick me” Brenda, barely pushed the words past her lips. Brenda couldn’t break the hypnotic hold Green’s gaze had on her. In fact, she could hardly breathe.

“Tell me your name,” Green shot back, almost without moving her tongue from Brenda’s clit.

Would she get better lip service if she just pretended to be Mitzi? Mitzi… oh, what was the name? Antonioni? Something like that. She’d sound pretty stupid if she didn’t know her own name.

“Please.” Brenda squirmed in the chair, trying to force her pussy closer to Green’s gorgeous face. “I need it. I need…”

“You need to tell me your name,” Green growled.

Brenda nodded. Uncontrollably. She just couldn’t stop.

That must have been good enough for Green, because her pretty pink tongue went wild against Brenda’s clit. For a good few seconds, Brenda fell numb. She couldn’t even feel the strain of metal cuffs around her wrists. She melted into a pool of bliss, sinking to its hopeful depths, drowning in it.

Agent Green flicked her tongue like a hummingbird’s wings, so fast.

Brenda felt she could fly. She tried to lift her hips but… hey, was this chair bolted to the ground? She’d never been in such a cheap motel. Maybe they were afraid people would steal the furniture. A banged-up metal chair seemed like an odd thing to take. Although, who’d have thought anyone would be interested in stealing Brenda? And just look what had happened to her.

Gripping Brenda’s bush, Green tugged her pussy lips apart. It hurt like hell, but it felt damn good, especially when the so-called agent sucked Brenda’s clit fully into her mouth. No,
good
didn’t even describe the sensation. It was rapture—hot as hell, but heavenly bliss. She couldn’t get over how warm Green’s mouth felt, how silky, how luscious.

She never asked Danny for oral anymore. She’d decided long ago that he had no discernable talent in that department. But she hadn’t told
him
that. Not exactly. What she had told him was that she idly wondered how it would feel to get licked by another woman. The idea turned him on. It made him hard. And, in truth, it turned her on too, imagining some gorgeous model or movie star between her legs. Turned her on like crazy.

Now she didn’t have to imagine, because a beautiful woman sucked her clit like a little cock, pulling her bush out to the sides and just devouring her.

The motel door swung open, and Red hovered over them. “Agent Green! What the hell are you doing?”

Green’s head shot up from between Brenda’s legs. Her chin glistened. “Would you relax? I’m in the middle of an interrogation.”

“I’m not on board with this.” Yanking Brenda’s top a little higher up on her belly, Red said, “My god, Green, would you look at that bush? I don’t want to lose my partner in a jungle.”

Brenda’s cheeks blazed, but Green tittered. “What do you want me to do, Red? Shave it?”

Opening his luggage, he pulled an electric razor from of its case. “I think that’s exactly what you should do.”

What the hell was going on here? Had she fallen asleep only to wake up in the middle of a porn video?

The handcuffs came open. She didn’t even struggle as the partners heaved her to her feet, clacking the cuffs back on as they escorted her to the bathroom. When Brenda caught sight of the filthy, falling-down crapper, her feet stopped of their own volition.

“Get going.” Green shoved her inside, and she cringed to feel the dirty tile against her bare feet. “Come on, it’s better if you co-operate.”

The agents shoved her down on the toilet, and every drink she’d had that evening caught up with her. “Could you guys leave me alone for a second?”

Green glanced at the small window, and Red followed her gaze. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Please?” She crossed her legs. It was incredibly difficult to sit on a toilet without any pants on and not pee. “I have to go.”

“So go,” Green replied.

“I can’t, with you watching me.”

“Then don’t go,” Red said. “Now open those legs. Green’s gonna shave you bare.”

His voice had the same hypnotic effect as Agent Green’s dark eyes. Brenda couldn’t resist. She uncrossed her thighs while Red sat on the edge of the tub, holding her knees apart. God, his hands were hot. And huge. Brenda’s foot started tapping, the way her dog’s tail always did when she scratched behind his ear.

“Hold her tight, Red.” Green kneeled on the floor, leaning across Brenda’s thigh. She held the electric razor in both hands, like a deadly weapon. “Get ready for this, Mitzi.”

“My name’s not Mitzi,” Brenda said, but her words were lost under the hum of Red’s razor.

Green seemed to move in slow motion as she approached Brenda’s bush. She didn’t touch skin, not at all, just buzzed the tips of her pubic hair, sending ticklish vibrations all the way down to the follicles. God, that felt good.

“Stay put,” Red boomed over the buzz.

Brenda hadn’t realized she’d been wiggling until he called her attention to it. The handcuffs were on too tight, this time, and she kept tugging her hands to the side, making matters worse. All the while, Red clamped his hands on her knees and Green brought the razor ever closer to her cunt.

The razor passed just above her clit. “Oh god!”

“Don’t move,” Red growled. “We don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“Okay,” Brenda whimpered, but it was hard not to move. Her thighs trembled as Green’s breasts pushed down on them. “Oh God.”

“I think she’s ready to blow,” Red said, with a low chuckle.

How was this happening so fast? That razor must be more powerful than her vibrator, because Green hadn’t even touched it to her skin yet, and she was already on the verge of orgasm.

Or maybe it was the fact that two strangers were holding her down, half-naked, on a toilet in a grungy motel room. It defied her wildest dreams. No—it replaced them.

“She’s gonna come so hard,” Green said, exchanging a quick smile with Red. “I can feel it in her muscles. They’re twitching.”

“Yes.” Brenda whispered as Green set the razor at the top of her clear-cut bush. “Oh god, yes.”

Tracing the buzzer down Brenda’s mound, Green said, “You like that, don’t you, Mitzi?”

“Yes.”

The shaver mowed a clear path between her thighs, approaching her clit and then shying away. Little shards of hair fell all over the toilet seat and the floor, not to mention her thighs. Hair spread everywhere, and tickled her skin while the razor worked her into a frenzy.

“Want me to keep going?” Green teased.

“Yes.”

Red gripped her shaking legs. Hard.

“Are you gonna come for me, Mitzi?”

“Yes!”

With a self-satisfied grin, Green shaved closer to Brenda’s clit—so close Brenda worried she’d actually touch the device to her throbbing bud. Her groin buzzed with the razor. She felt warm inside, juicy and slick. A familiar weight pressed down on her pelvis, and she had to let go. She had to.

It wasn’t until her stream struck Green’s arm that Brenda realized she was peeing on the special agent.

“Fuck!” Green pulled away—though not far enough. “She’s pissing on me, Red.”

“I’m sorry,” Brenda pleaded. She couldn’t stop it. “I told you I had to go.”

Pee dripped from Green’s jewelled bangles as the agent stood to shake it off. “Fuck, it’s on my dress, too! How the hell did you manage that?”

“Here, hand me the razor.” Red took it from Green as she stripped out of her designer dress and hung it over the towel rack. An FBI agent who didn’t wear a bra to work? Come on!—but Red only had eyes for Brenda’s pussy. The nearly-naked agent in a tight lace thong arched as Red pressed the buzzer between Brenda’s thighs, shaving that tricky hair at the crux of her leg.

“Oh my god.” Brenda tried to grab his head, and ended up banging her back against the toilet tank. “Ouch! Oh god, why are you doing this to me?”

“Now you’re going to pretend you don’t like it?” Red shaved a horseshoe path around her clit and back down the other side. He worked the razor so close to her plump inner lips that her pussy screamed to be filled.

Were they doing this on purpose? Bringing her a whisper away from orgasm, and then pulling back, making sure she couldn’t come the way she wanted to? Who would do a thing like that? It was so
cruel
.

The shower hissed as Green pushed her thong to the floor. That little swab of lace twisted around itself until it rested like a ropey chew toy on the bathroom floor.

“What are you doing?” Red asked, arching as errant streams of shower water soaked his back.

“She pissed on me!” Green said, rubbing her naked body without closing the shower curtain. “Pass the soap, will you?”

“What soap?” Red asked.

“Isn’t there any soap in this room?”

“Hold on. I’ve got some in my bag.”

Green hugged herself in the shower while Red turned off the shaver and left the bathroom. “Cold water?”

Green bounced around, rocking herself. “Obviously.”

Her dark nipples puckered to points. God, you could put your eye out with one of those things. Clumps of shaved hair tickled her thighs. She wanted to see her pussy bare, and tried to prop herself up by leaning back, but the toilet tank started to wobble. She bent to the side instead, resting her shoulder against the tacky wall and heaving herself up.

Green didn’t notice. The water must have been warmer, because she raised her arms in the air, letting the shower cascade down her armpits and across her bare breasts. Water was the cleanest thing in this run-down motel room, but that wasn’t the main reason Brenda helped herself into the tub.

“What are you doing?” Green shrieked, spinning around so the flow struck Brenda square in the chest, soaking her blouse.

“Wash me,” she pleaded, as Red returned to the bathroom. “I’m just–I need to come. Your mouth and then the razor. I’m so turned on.”

“Cut the woman some slack, Green.” Red rolled up his sleeves. “Want me to unbutton that shirt?”