Devil's Brat

I walked into Ms. Hooker's office very worried. The Secret Service director looked up from her laptop and half‐closed it. I sat down as she said "Jones" in place of a greeting and pointed to the chair with her chin. "Good morning, Ms. Hooker," I said and waited, I hadn't done anything wrong and was really just curious. Her eyes were hard as diamonds and looked straight at me. We had never met in person before, but I knew from other agents that she never made even a second of small talk. So it was.

"Lewis is leaving us, she's having a baby." I had nothing to do with Lewis, it wasn't my child. "The Second Lady insists that you take over from Lewis and be responsible for her daughter. She insists." I didn't know the vice president's wife or daughter. However, it was a tremendous career move for an agent who had only been there for three years. "You service starts at One Observatory Circle the day after tomorrow at eight sharp," she said without a beat. I nodded in agreement and muttered that it would be a great honor. She ignored it completely. "I wanted a female agent, but nothing could be done, she requested you by name. Explicitly. Jones. None other." I returned her questioning look. I didn't know the Second Lady, the VP or the daughter, I said in a firm voice. "There's nothing, not a tiniest thing, on my part," I concluded. "I'm going to find out one hundred percent, Jones." I held her gaze and smiled, there was nothing. She flipped open her laptop and I said goodbye, stopping with the door handle in my hand. "Jones." It wasn't goodbye, she still had something to say. "This is private now, Jones," she said, and her eyes were no longer diamonds but ice cubes, melting at the bottom of the whiskey‐tumbler. "Be on your guard, Jones, that little girl is a goddamn fiend, horny as a bitch in heat! I'll fire you right away if you can't control your black ass!" I gulped. What the hell was I supposed to say in response?

I started my service and was with Lynn, the VP's 16‐year‐old stepdaughter, around the clock. The wise old gentleman might be an excellent connoisseur of Chinese politics, but his knowledge of human nature was zero. He had married a much younger woman along with a pubescent daughter and it was really true, this woman was a real hooker, there was no other way to put it.

But it was Lynn who had her eye on me and had asked for me via Mama. She had seen me at the White House sometime, I don't know when. And old Ms. Hooker was right, Lynn flirted with me fiercely from the first moment on. I held back completely, correct as the book says, but I still had to pull myself together because Lynn wasn't wearing any underwear and was flashing her jewels at me every chance she got. She wasn't a particularly pretty girl, but always kept her makeup clean and neat. I sat in front of her class at school, read all the papers, and routinely reported to the main office.

Lynn trained with me every day in the small gym. Krav Maga, judo, hand‐to‐hand combat, self‐defense. She was really good at it, she learned very quickly and loved to hold or touch me for fractions of a second longer than necessary. We trained until she ran out of breath and we were always last in the gym. She had explored every inch of my body after 10 days and started her offensive completely by surprise.

She had thrown me to the ground with a seoi nage, a traditional shoulder throw, and sat on my thighs against all the rules. I looked under her gym shorts, as she wore no panties as usual. I also knew every inch of her body, had seen her sparsely hairy pussy many times when her pants revealed everything. She grinned shabbily and unashamedly, she loved to show her pussy. "No cameras, just the two of us!" With a tug, she pulled down my gym shorts. Wordlessly, she tossed hers next to them and mounted me, inserting my cock to herself with a soft sigh.

I thought about Ms. Hooker for just a split second and immediately threw her out of my mind. Lynn was no particular beauty, but who would scorn a young 17 year old sitting on his cock? I willingly let myself be fucked and fucked her from below. I enjoyed her wild, demanding tongue kisses and felt the cum rising up in my cock. With a loud sigh, Lynn collapsed over my chest, shaking a moment in orgasm. I continued to fuck her wildly for a few moments, gripping her ass cheeks as I squirted inside.

We sat side by side in silence. "My first black cock," she breathed, I almost couldn't hear it. She quietly told me that she had watched her mother fuck from a very young age on, she wasn't fooling her child. "I masturbated from a very young age, eagerly waiting every day to fuck one day. But all I had left was masturbating until I finally had someone to fuck three years ago." Whispering, she told of her attempts at walking and of all the others with whom she learned to sprint. She didn't always orgasm while fucking and was glad it had worked with me now. Lynn wanted to fuck again right away and so we did it again, but this time in the missionary position. I waited with clenched teeth until she orgasmed and then finally squirted inside.

The other day, as I was checking in with dispatch, Ms. Hooker barked in between, saying she would call me immediately, that I should stand by. "You idiot, not two weeks and you can't control your black ass." I was annoyed not at the racist remark, but at being caught. "Jones. For God's sake, you can't even piss without being recorded in our buildings, have you forgotten that?" I stammered around, but Hooker interrupted me woozily. "And of course I cleaned up the mess behind you and erased it from the tape. Stupid mommy wiping her baby's black ass." I was sure I was going to get fired and growled, "Thanks, Mommy!" She didn't respond to my blasphemy. "If it happens again, message me directly. Now." I heard her rustle in the notepad. "Just 1147, Jones." I heard her note, "Eleven forty‐seven, Jones. Jones was squirting in paradise." I repeated the code and breathed a sigh of relief, apparently I wasn't fired. "I warned you. So, 1147 right immediately, so I can erase the tape. And make it good, damn it, and make it real good, not that the stupid brat is going to run to Daddy and complain your bad fucking!" She hung up without a greeting and I was glad, she seemed to want to cover for me.

The romance lasted six weeks. Lynn called me over day or night, whether at One Observatory Circle or at the White House, where they stayed overnight several times when the President and VP worked late. I loved fucking with Lynn, it was the only good thing about the service. I texted 1147 every time as ordered, of course. After 6 weeks Lynn's enthusiasm gradually waned and she addressed it openly and honestly. I nodded in understanding, I wasn't in love after all. Lynn kept calling me, but irregularly. It was fine with me. I took her to girlfriends to study and woke up in front of the door, behind which Lynn fucked loudly and passionately with one or another lad, sometimes she fucked with the girlfriends too. She went to study very often.

We stayed at the White House once again, Lynn slept in the Teddy Roosevelt Bedroom and after we fucked until midnight, she slept and I kept watch outside the door. Standing at the watch and halfways asleep in full attention was something you learned quickly in the Secret Service. I noticed a movement, someone was coming out of one of the rooms. I knew instantly that the hooded figure with the large caliber weapon in his hand did not belong here. I heard the hissing pop of the silencer, the bullet pierced my thigh and jerked me to the ground. But I fired at the guy in lying position, emptying my magazine and firing all 7 rounds without missing the target. The loud popping of my pistol called other agents to attention, and two agents lay prostrate in the back of the hallway, unconscious. I lost consciousness.

Ms. Hooker was the last one I expected to see at the bedside when I awoke in the hospital. Her ice cube eyes had nearly melted. "Got your 1147, Jones, and was on my way to bed after erasing the tape, then this." She gave a short laugh, probably for the first time in her life. "You know the first thing I thought, Jones? 'At least that lucky boy was least squirting in paradise one more time, that Jones!'" She giggled and put her hand over her mouth. She said she had collected all the erased sequences and she watches them at night while masturbating. I wasn't going to be taken for a fool. "First of all, I don't think that an iceberg like you would ever feel an orgasm," and she interrupted me angrily protesting, "and secondly, old hardliners like you collect everything to have something on me or Lynn in hand." She looked at me fixedly. "Jones, when you're back on your feet, I'll grab you and we'll sort out the orgasm thing. Ugh! No orgasm! Well, you'll see!" Was that a smile I detected behind her mask?

She abruptly became serious again when I asked her. It was a North Korean female agent, known to us for being a consummate and excellent burglar. Whether she was just to steal documents or assassinate the president, no one will ever know. The president said he wanted to sweep the whole thing under the rug, and they wanted to find out how she had made it to the president's bedroom. "So not a single word to the media, Jones!" I nodded, that was clear. And Lynn...? She looked at me coldly. "Her safety was taken care of, calm down, Jones. When you're back on your feet, Jones, we'll see." She left as a nurse entered the room.

At the end of my recuperative leave, one evening Ms. Hooker showed up at my door. She had a good memory and reminded me how much I had offended her in the hospital. She locked the door and went straight into the shower. She would be right back with me, she said, that's all, Jones. She proved to me over the next two days and three nights that she could handle Lynn's fucking and Lynn's orgasms as well as Lynn. She fucked me day and night without letting up or getting tired, letting me sleep for a while and insisting on doing it again and again. She made sure to orgasm as often as possible while fucking, but she never masturbated in my presence. During breaks, she sat naked in front of her laptop or talked on the phone. I tried to find out more about her personal life, but she rebuffed. She had been a hot chick in her youth and she had kept a few male and female lovers from that time. She didn't explain details of them, not a syllable. She had never married, but had a daughter who lived in the South. She didn't let out anything more private than that. She visibly enjoyed this long weekend with me. At one point she said that it was also special for her to fuck someone 30 years younger. She was not the first older woman I fucked, but one of the most remarkable. She was old and wrinkled all over, but she could fuck really wonderfully, by God, I had to admit. When she left, she told me to forget this weekend and to resume our professional relationship as before.

After four months, I was back in tip‐top shape and reported for duty. I had been promoted, got a nice bonus payment and a higher salary. To the other agents, I was a hero whose heroism could not be spoken of, and the President put a medal on my neck in the Oval Office. I was a group leader, had 6 agents under my command, and was never assigned to protect Lynn again, although we continued to meet privately for years.