A man in a black suit with a dark blue tie sat across from her in a well lit, unadorned room. Actually, it seemed more like a cell, complete with two uncomfortable chairs and a plain metal table. The man sat looking at her. �Miss Lucas, are you ready to begin?�

Sharon nodded and set down her Starbucks. �Yes. But can we discuss the terms of my cooperation first?�

�Terms? I've offered no terms. You are being held on a federal charge in conjunction with a breach of national security. Terms hardly seem appropriate.�

�Hmmm. I find it amazing that your superiors let you get this far. You think I didn't have any idea what kind of shit I was potentially stepping into?� The G-man raised an eyebrow. �I suppose you can think I don't have an insurance policy, but that might be a bad idea.� She batted her eyelashes at him. �Look, he was the bad guy and I was just defending myself. What do you think?�

The G-man leaned back. �I think you're bluffing.�

Sharon took a deep breath. �Hmmm. I'm not into screwing up national security, but if you think I'm going to let you frame me for any part of this stupendous government fuck up, you're quite wrong.�

The man stood up. �Just a minute please,� he said before turning and leaving the room.

Sharon nursed her coffee for a couple minutes, and when the door reopened, a different man, and a woman, entered the room. The woman sat, the man stood.

�Miss Lucas, my name is Special Supervisory Agent Mitchell.� The woman extended her hand. Sharon shook it. �Miss Lucas, I'm prepared to deal straight with you. Please tell me what kind of insurance policy you are referring to.�

Sharon tapped her head. �I have the molecular formula memorized. Two people I trust also have this information, but they don't know it. However, should something happen to me, it will become known to them, along with instructions to make all of this public. Please believe me when I say I have no interest in screwing this up even more.�

Agent Mitchell looked over her shoulder and the man moved forward and whispered in her ear. Mitchell nodded. �Okay Miss Lucas. I agree, for now. So, please start at the beginning. How did you come to be involved in all this.�

Sharon shook her head. �Why don't you start with some details you know. Seems you already know quite a bit.�

Mitchell stared at her, then sat forward. �Your, madam, if that is what I should call her, is alive. We haven't contemplated any action against her just yet. Her doctor, Jim Reader, threw himself off a ten story building the night before you met with Steve Plame at your place. Barry Thiess was shot at close range on Friday night. The slugs matched a gun used on a gang related crime from a year ago. The weapon went missing from the evidence room shortly after that. So,� she said as she leaned back, �Your turn.�

�I met Gordon, the man you called Steve Plame, at work a few weeks ago...� Sharon went on to describe the questionnaire that preceded the meeting, and of the night that followed, along with his use of the pill on her. Sharon thought her description must have been graphic enough since the Agent squirmed in her seat quite a bit in the more juicy parts.

�And by 'at work' you mean..� Mitchell let the question trail off.

�At my second job, of course.�

�Your second job, meaning as a prostitute, or escort.�

�Call it what you will. I knew what I was doing.�

�By taking unknown drugs before sex?�

�By trusting Jacqueline more than anyone else.�

�More than your government?�

�Please. My government wasn't in this until you lost control of whatever that purple pill was.�

Mitchell stared at the ceiling a moment before looking at her again. �And then?�

�Nothing at all until I met Barry. It struck me as odd that two people I encountered would have this pill. Something Barry mentioned later made me think it had a military link, but not at the time.�

�What was that?�

�He mentioned CW, but it wasn't until later that I thought that might mean Chemical Warfare.�

Mitchell looked back at the male agent. He shrugged. �And why was that?�

Sharon explained the chance alignment of CW, A-224, and the project she had at work. �Did you mention the pill to anyone?� Mitchell asked.

Sharon shook her head, surprised. �And just how was I supposed to bring that up in normal conversation?� She gestured wildly, �Gee, I took this pill so guys could fuck me while I was completely out of it. Do you think that could be the thing?�

The male agent actually blushed, and looked down at his shoes, then away at the wall. Mitchell appeared annoyed. �Go on.�

�There seemed to be too many coincidences, so I took some precautions and did some searching to see if I could find anything.�

Mitchell nodded, and Sharon took a sip of coffee. �Pretty paranoid of you.� Sharon raised her eyebrows. �Your search for the chemical formula tripped a surveillance program. Even more since you were near a research facility.�

Sharon nodded slowly. �I slipped away before you got there. When Barry contacted me a week later, I figured my search had somehow alerted somebody. Whether or not it was him, Steve, or someone else, I didn't know. I tried to warn Jacqueline, but when Steve showed up I thought I was too late.�

Mitchell looked directly into her eyes. �Jacqueline is fine. After the doctor ended up dead we moved her out of reach, just to be sure.

Sharon shook her head, �Wait, you moved her to safety but left me out there?�

Mitchell smirked, �We had to find some way to get Plame to show himself, but it wasn't like we left you completely out in the cold you know.�

�The 9-1-1 call?�

Mitchell nodded, �We had your phones rerouted. We were listening the whole time. Of course, if you hadn't tried to call, well...�

Sharon raised an eyebrow, �So the other bugs in my house?�

�All removed. But how very suspicious of you.�

�Hmmm.�

Mitchell sat back in her chair. �Now, Miss Lucas, Sharon, I only have a couple of other questions for you. For starters, who exactly have you talked to about these events? In any way.�

Sharon didn't pause. �Everyone here today, Barry, Steve, and whatever the 9-1-1 operator heard.�

Mitchell smiled and stood. �Well then, I don't have any more questions for you right now. Of course, if I should read about this any time soon, and am able to trace it to you, well, let's just say I don't want to do that. Are we clear?�

Sharon nodded. �Can I ask you something?� Mitchell nodded back. �What happens how?� Sharon said.

�I'm afraid you'll need to be more specific than that.�

�Okay, am I in any trouble for belting Steve?�

Mitchell looked at her for a long pause. �That's what you're worried about? No. Actually you did us a big favor. Seems that getting his ass kicked by a girl really undid him. He's been blabbing his head off. For that we owe you one. It's usually harder to get a full confession and good details, but he's given us everything.�

�And, my day job?�

�We're prepared to let this whole thing go away from our sight. I can't say as I approve, given the vulnerability posed by your security clearance, but you've been very helpful.� Sharon nodded. Mitchell stood and continued, �You might consider quitting while you're ahead. We've cleaned up your apartment and any connections we could find. And, as much as it bothers me to say this, thank you for your help.� She gestured to the man at the door, �Agent Carter will give you a ride to the nearest Metro.�

Sharon nodded and started to walk to the door. She looked at Agent Carter, �Busy later?�

�

Sharon called Jacqueline the next day and told her she would be taking some time off. The older woman didn't seem surprised, though she expressed some concern at the suicide of her doctor. Sharon told her it was probably just a coincidence and that she didn't have anything to worry about, but just to be sure, probably best to lay low for a week or two. �But I have just one question for you...� the younger woman began.

...

On Wednesday afternoon Sharon made her way to one of the many nearby college campuses. She sat on a bench across from the lab building waiting for Ryan Blakely, aka Richard, to emerge from his underground facility. It was getting late, but she didn't mind the wait. She hadn't noticed any of the signs the last time she'd been there, so she'd needed Jacqueline's help to identify the campus she had visited. Once there it had been very easy to locate Ryan's lab.

After getting his name from Jacqueline, it had not taken long for Sharon to locate his university and a good deal of other information about him. He was twenty-seven, never married, was a professor and researcher well liked by his peers and students. There was no mention of his interest in acupuncture whatsoever. He had been born and raised in western Maryland before going off to college. Once there he never left. Sharon contemplated his story as she sat on the bench nursing a chai latte.

She waited for an hour until he left, not surprisingly within a few minutes of when his students said he usually wrapped up for the day. When he spotted her and stopped for just a moment, she stood and removed her sunglasses, striding toward him. He looked surprised. �Um, hello Nicole. What, what are you doing here.�

She tossed her latte in a trash can and sidled up to him, smiling. �I'd like to take you to dinner, and we'll see what happens after that.� He still looked confused. �My name's Sharon by the way, nice to meet you.� He started walking and she slid her arm through his.

�Hi Sharon, I'm Ryan. Where would you like to go?�

�You choose, I'm buying.�

Ryan smiled and nodded. �Okay then. Am I driving?�

�Sure, you know the way.�

He led her a couple of blocks to a small parking lot reserved for faculty. His car was a dark blue Subaru that was a dirty, but in good shape. As they approached she withdrew her arm and went around to the passenger side. He got in the car and watched her as she sat in the passenger seat. �You're really quite beautiful, you know.�

�Thanks,� she said, flashing him a smile. She crossed her legs and she let her skirt ride up. �So where are you taking me?�

�A small Italian place, David's. It's only a few minutes from here.� Sharon nodded and he stole a glance at her. �I have to say, I'm a bit surprised to see you.�

�Me too, a little.�

�So what brings you back, um, outside of work?�

�Actually, that was more of a hobby than work. It certainly never felt like work.� She shivered as she briefly thought of Steve and Barry. �At least not most of the time.� When he did not say anything, she added, �Does it bother you?�

�No, just surprised.�

�Good.�

They arrived at the restaurant and got a table to themselves in the back. The manager came over to say hello and introduced himself as not only the manager, but the owner. They split two bottles of wine over dinner and conversation, which lasted two full hours. Sharon was pleased to feel a connection to Ryan that she had not expected. Ryan was quite smitten with her as well. �Sharon, I only live a short walk from here. I'd like you to come with me, but..� he left the thought unfinished.

�But, what?� Sharon added slowly.

�I'm okay with the past being the past, but not with the past as part of the future.�

She nodded. �I understand. Would it help if I said I've outgrown that hobby and am looking for a new one?�

Ryan nodded. �What kind of hobby?�

�I thought about acupuncture, if I could find a good instructor.�

Ryan stood and offered his hand. �Now that you mention it, there is something I'd like to try.�

�

Twenty minutes later the two were sitting in his small apartment opposite one another in large comfortable chairs. The layout and decoration of the place didn't surprise her in the least. It was decently well kept, uncluttered and filled with books, magazines and pages of both typed and handwritten notes. �When I did some research on you I found it strange that nothing mentioned acupuncture,� Sharon said.

�It is a sanctioned research project, but it is not paid for by the university.�

Sharon raised an eyebrow, �Oh, so who is paying for it?�

Ryan shrugged, �Don't know actually. I advertised the work I intended to do and I was contacted by a law firm. A couple days later I signed some contracts and they supplied the money.�

�Forgive me for asking, but why would you need money to do that kind of research? I mean, wow, it was amazing.�

�Well, to begin with, it is somewhat harder than you might think to find women willing to let you tie them up, stick needles in them and tease them for long periods of time.�

�Ryan, when you put it like that it just sounds crazy.�

He looked at her, and then down. �The real job wasn't to find that magic acupoint for women, but for men.�

�And did you succeed?�

�I think so, but I've only tested it by myself.�

�I don't understand. Did you succeed?�

�Let's just say that I'm not as good at teasing myself as someone else might be. I need to find a woman willing to work with me in order to really test it.�

�I'd be happy to help. After all, we are acquainted already, aren't we?�

�The needles won't bother you?�

�Somehow I figure it will be worth it.�

Ryan clasped his hands together. �Okay, wait right there.� He stood, then disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a small case. Opening it he showed her a selection of tiny acupuncture needles. �Now what?�

�Really Mr. Blakely. It's going to be very difficult to try this if you are dressed. Go to the bedroom and strip.�

She laughed as he smiled and nodded like an excited puppy before dashing from the room. She picked up the case and followed him a moment later, kicking off her shoes and starting to unbutton her blouse.

Ryan was naked and lying on his back when she came through the doorway. �Oh no Mr. Blakely, you stand next to the bed,� she said.

He stood, his cock already hard and standing at attention. She sat and crossed her legs. She held up the open case to him. �Now you should place the needle while I help you make sure you have the correct location.�

He withdrew a long slender needle and she closed the case, setting it on a small table near the bed. As he used one hand to press around his right hip, she took his cock in her hand and started stroking it slowly. With one hand he felt for the spot, and with the other he readied the hair thin needle. In about a minute he pushed an inch of it into his pelvis. He sighed. �Only one way to know for sure,� he said.

�And that is,� Sharon said as she stroked his cock.

�You may not remember, but the only time you really know is when you hit that moment when you are ready to climax, and then don't.�

�Meaning?� Sharon said an instant before putting her lips around the head of his cock.

Ryan groaned, �Mmmm. Meaning that if it isn't right you are going to get a mouthful sometime soon.�

Sharon hummed around the stiff flesh as she rubbed her tongue on him, indicating her readiness to try.

She ran her tongue back and forth on the soft yet firm underside of his dick, and as he murmured his appreciation his hands went to the back of her head. She moved his hands to her shoulders as she continued to suck and tease his cock. As Ryan got hotter and hotter she could taste and feel the precum as it started to seep from him. More and more of it came out until, many minutes later, her hands felt his legs tense, and his cock stiffened and swelled in her mouth. He groaned loudly and for a long time, and as he did she kept up her pursuit of his climax, but it was soon clear that he was not going to come.

�Fuck!� he exclaimed as he forcefully expelled a breath. �Oh shit that is intense.�

Sharon pulled her mouth off him with an exaggerated 'pop.' She stood. �Wait right there.� Ryan looked at her with a puzzled expression, but said nothing as she started to rummage through his closet and dresser. She came back with a thin silk tie. �Now turn around and place your hands behind your back.� He raised an eyebrow, but did as she directed. Crossing his wrists, Sharon looped the slick fabric around his wrists and tied them with a single overhand knot. She put her hands on his hips to turn him around and then pushed and prodded until he was laying back on the bed, his stiff prick ready for more.

He watched intently as she stripped and hung up her clothes. He squirmed. �This isn't very comfortable you know.�

She bent over the bed, fingering her pussy and finding herself wet as she wrapped her other hand around his cock. �It's the best I could do without an examination table. But I don't think you'll mind all that much.�

She climbed on the bed and positioned her pussy over his face as she held up his cock in front of her face. �And the best part is that unlike last time, I get to come until I'm good and ready to let you go.�

She squeezed his cock, and licked off the large drop of precum that oozed out. At the contact with her tongue he inhaled sharply. �And how long is that going to be?� he asked.

She lowered her pussy to his mouth and his tongue jumped up to her slit. �Oooh,� she purred. �You've got a lot of licking to do before I get there.�

As her mouth engulfed his straining cock, with one hand she started to rub his balls.

Like a man on mission Ryan tongued her pussy with all the vigor he could muster. It didn't take long before she her hips shook and he felt her lips twitch against his tongue. Just before she came Sharon pulled off his cock and inhaled deeply, entranced by not only the action of his tongue, but by the steady flow of slippery liquid coming from his cock. The constant and unrewarded stimulation kept his dick as hard as stone and dripping with anticipation.

Sharon lapped at the slightly salty fluid as she came down from her peak. As she took his cock back into her mouth, she was again pleased by just how hard he was.

Ryan was groaning and moaning into her pussy as she teased his cock. He was past ready to come, and was now just perpetually on the edge of erupting in her mouth, but thanks, or curses, to the well placed needle, his climax was denied him. He was thrusting up with his hips, desperately trying to reach the goal that he knew could not be achieved.

Sharon came two more times before she felt his squirming had reached the point where she should give him some release. After all, he had licked very, very nicely. As she lifted up and off him, she let him slip from her mouth while she continued to stroke him with her hand. His cock was as purple and stiff as any she had ever seen, maybe more than ever. �Ryan,� she said.

�Yessss,� he said breathlessly.

�Move to the edge of the bed and stand up.� She kept stroking his cock as he did.

She knelt on the bed in front of him, guiding him to her pussy but being careful not to touch the thin needle. His groan matched hers as her hot wet flesh slipped around him. She reached back with one hand and he twisted and stretched so she could reach the tie. She had a pretty good idea of what she was in for, noting that his expression was just short of wild. She pulled the knot free and put both hands on the bed, clutching at the sheets as she prepared to be ridden harder than she ever had before. She hadn't an instant to worry about it.

His hands free he immediately pulled the needle and thrust the rest of the way into her. Rather than hold on to her hips, his hands went straight for her breasts, and he grabbed onto them with such force that she felt for certain she would have bruises in the morning. As he seized her tits he began fucking her at a frantic pace. His cock felt like hot iron inside her, and as his balls slapped her clit and his hands mauled her breasts, the insistent pistoning of his cock inside her drove her to another orgasm.

Oblivious to his partner, Ryan slammed his cock into her repeatedly as the long deferred orgasm burst over him. Fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, his cock strained and spurted into her willing flesh. Pulse after pulse raced through his cock. She clamped down on him with her orgasm, but it didn't register. At this moment she was just a pussy to be used. And he used her, and his cock flooded her as he strove to deposit his load as deep inside her as he could.

On and on his climax went, Ryan grunting and roaring with abandon as the pleasure just kept going. Finally, after filling her with what seemed to be weeks of stored up spunk, he let go of her breasts and held her hips tight against his own, keeping himself all the way inside her.

�Holy shit that was fantastic!� he panted as a bead of sweat fell from his nose.

She squeezed him. �Mmmm. When can we do it again? That was fun.�

Ryan stroked within her a few more times before finally pulling out. Sharon felt a rush of his semen run down her thighs. �I think I may need a week or so to recover,� he said as he flopped down on the bed next to her.

Sharon lay down next to him and ran her fingers over his cock. �I hope it won't take that long.� A few moments later, she said, �So, it seems you have the spot right.�

�Sure, but I need to test it out on other men, but I'm not exactly interested in the hands on approach, if you take my meaning.�

�I think that I should practice on you several times, and when I can do it right I can be your sexy lab assistant. As long as you're okay with it, I'm sure we won't have any trouble getting volunteers.�

�It may take a lot of practice sessions with me first,� he said with a smirk.

�I'm not going anywhere,� she said as she lay her head down on his chest.

The End

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