This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read and respond to all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out /~ShonRichards/ "The Silence of the Lips" By Shon Richards Bethany Taylor gave her security clearance to the guard. It was the fourth time she had to give her clearance to somebody since stepping off the elevator. This didn't bother Bethany even though she was on a first name basis with Carlos. It didn't bother her even though they were ten floors under Diligent Enterprises Corporate Headquarters and someone would have to be invisible or a ghost to make it this far. No, Bethany didn't mind because she knew it meant the prisoner had zero chance of escaping. "How is she today, Carlos?" Bethany asked? "Not good," Carlos said with a grimace. "Damn," Bethany said. Oh well; this is why Bethany received hazard pay for every time she had to talk to her. The prisoner was dangerous and everyone remembered the Christmas incident when the prisoner received the wrong color massage chair. Bethany tried not to think about poor Henry's face and instead focused on the Alejandra Fall Collection she planned to buy with her paycheck. Bethany wished she could see the prisoner through security cameras just to gauge the prisoner's mood but it was impossible. No one knew how but every time cameras were installed, they were disabled within hours. It was to be expected. The prisoner was just that damn good. As the triple steel doors opened, Bethany checked her clothes in the mirror metal. She was wearing a tan jacket and skirt combination and as the prisoner often demanded, Bethany had foregone wearing a shirt or bra under the jacket so that her large breasts presented a naughty cleavage. Black stockings covered her legs and three-inch heels adorned her feet. Bethany had her long blonde hair twisted into a ponytail; another preference of the prisoner. "Good afternoon, Bethany," a seductive female voice said behind a glass wall. "Good afternoon, Corrine," Bethany said neutrally. She set down her purse and took another good luck at Diligent Enterprises' most dangerous prisoner: Corrine Mathews. Behind the bulletproof glass that encased her luxurious cell, Corrine was still a stunning woman in her mid-forties. Long red hair was twisted into a French braid today. Her lean athletic body was glistening with sweat as she stepped off her exercise bike and made herself a cappuccino. She was wearing red spandex pants and a matching red sports bra over her modest breasts. Corrine turned down the sound on her entertainment system as she downed her cappuccino. Bethany forgot to avert her eyes when Corrine finished her drink and fell victim to watching Corrine lick her full luscious lips. The blonde agent cursed herself. Those lips had literally sunk better agents than Bethany in the past. Rumors abounded of how many corporate sponsored bands Corrine had broken up with just five minutes of those soft talented lips. "Come by to taunt a poor ex-agent of Paragon Industries?" Corrine asked as she sat down on a custom-made sofa. "Poor?" Bethany snorted. Corrine's cell was better furnished than Bethany's apartment. Five years ago, Bethany had captured the espionage agent in such a way that it appeared that Corrine was killed. Melted trains were good for that sort of deception. The plan was to pump Paragon Industries' senior agent for information but sadly, Corrine lived up to her reputation. Interrogations were useless. Mild torture resulted in daring escapes and horrible revenge. After a year of losing a cadre of guards to her beguiling lips, Bethany came up with a better way. They started bribing Corrine for her information. "Amy Valentine has stolen the latest blueprint for the perfect gasless car," Bethany said as she launched right into the questioning. "We need those plans to stay competitive in unreleased secrets but we don't know where Paragon Industries' gasless research division is located. Tell us the location and we'll provide you with another item on your wish list." "Now, now, Bethany," Corrine said slowly as she played with her braid. "I do know where Division 76 is located, but it won't be that easy. In addition to the restocking of my chocolate case, I also demand you do the usual." Bethany sighed and unbuttoned her jacket. Just like that: one simple command was all it took. She did it slowly; just the way Corrine liked it. Starting at the top Bethany unbuttoned her jacket. Inch by inch her bountiful cleavage was revealed. As Bethany moved under her cleavage, Corrine told her to stop. "Excellent Bethany, I'm glad you remembered not to wear a bra this time," Corrine said. "But then, I guess you wanted to avoid the punishment again." The busty blonde sighed. "Now what? Jumping jacks or do you want me to do push-ups?" Corrine bit her bottom lip and Bethany suppressed a flutter. "Such a bad attitude!" Corrine snapped. "You would deny me my little pleasures?" Before Bethany could answer Corrine held up her hand. "Drop your skirt. I want to see that flat ass again." Bethany complied. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. The agent knew better than to step out of it. Corrine liked to see Bethany's skirt around her feet. She once said it made her look more like a slut. "No panties? I am impressed," Corrine said. The older woman shifted on the sofa. "The stockings are nice but you're no Amy Valentine. Now that woman has legs." Bethany said nothing despite the growing anger within her. Corrine delighted in comparing her that bitch, Amy Valentine. The blonde just hoped that Corrine wouldn't make her call out Amy's name this time. "Turn around and let me see that flat ass," Corrine commanded. Bethany turned around; painfully aware of how flat her ass was. Her tits were her pride and joy but Corrine always got a delight in seeing the plainest part of Bethany's body. Bethany's face flushed with embarrassment as Corrine simply laughed at her ass. "Okay that's enough," Bethany snapped as she turned around. "Tell me where is Division 76 or I'll-" "Or you'll what?" Corrine hissed. She leaned forward and sneered at Bethany through the glass. "Tell your bosses that you couldn't get the information out of me? You're the one who captured me. Isn't this imprisonment your idea? Do you want to tell your bosses that the information dried up?" "If you don't cooperate, we could just kill you," Bethany responded. "Oh please," Corrine said. "I escaped from the best prison McDisney could buy. I could have left this place years ago." "But you," Corrine said as she licked her lips, "you give me a reason for staying." Bethany said nothing. She couldn't believe how bright Corrine's lips would glisten. The redhead didn't even use lip balm. "I think you should be punished for giving me . . .lip." Corrine said slyly as if she was reading Bethany's mind. Bethany's blush spread from her face and down her chest. "Pull your tits out of your jacket," Corrine commanded. The prisoner lifted her legs and pulled her spandex down to her knees. As Bethany pulled her massive breasts out, Corrine casually toyed with the shaved sex. "Now slap your right breast," Corrine commanded. "What?" Bethany asked shocked. "Slap your right tit my blonde slut," Corrine snapped. Bethany knew better than to argue. Taking a deep breath, she slapped her right breast from underneath. The blow stung her tit but the humiliation was worse. "Harder," Corrine commanded. "Much, much harder." Bethany complied. She nailed her breast with a stinging slap. Corrine approved. "Now your left breast," Corrine said as she licked two of her fingers. Bethany stared at Corrine's lips wrapping around the woman's fingers as she slapped her other breast. "Now the right one, lightly," Corrine said. Bethany slapped her tit as commanded and she could already feel the heat rising on her breast. It was awkward to hit herself but not nearly as awkward as having Corrine's eyes on her. "The left one, lightly," Corrine commanded as she slipped her wet fingers into her own sex. "The left one again, harder." "The left one again, much, much harder." "Now the right, hard!" "Right again, hard!" "Left, hard!" "Right hard!" "Left!" "Right!" "Left!" "Now grab your nipples and pinch!" Corrine gasped. Bethany complied and cried out. Her breasts were sore from the slaps and enflamed with her handprints. The blonde pinched her nipples tightly; knowing Corrine wouldn't be satisfied until she twisted her nipples a full three hundred and sixty degrees. Bethany groaned from the pain but she also blushed from the embarrassment of feeling how hard her nipples were. "Oh yes," Corrine hissed as her fingers stroked her sex. She reached up and pulled her braid into her lips. Her braid was clenched between her teeth and she sucked on her braid as her fingers moved faster inside her. Corrine watched the busty blonde twist her nipples as Corrine twisted her own fingers inside her. Corrine spat out her braid. "Release your tits," she told Bethany. Bethany gasped as the circulation returned to her nipples. "Now slap the right tit, hard!" Corrine commanded. Bethany hesitated and Corrine snapped, "Now!" Bethany slapped her right breast and cried out. "Now the left, lightly!" "The left, lightly again!" "The left again lightly!" "And now the right, hard!" "Right again, hard!" "Harder!" "Both breasts, hard!" "Harder!" "Harder!" Corrine's next command sputtered between her lips as she finally climaxed. Her fingers were sunk deep between her shaved lips while her eyes never left Bethany's abused breasts. The older woman shuddered as her orgasm shook her from her firm thighs to her chewed braid. "Stick your fingers in your pussy," Corrine commanded. Bethany reluctantly did. Her tits were burning and her face was permanently flushed. As she slid her fingers into her sex, Bethany moaned from the molten heat she felt. "Now show me your fingers," Corrine demanded with a smug smile. She laughed at the moisture she saw there. "You are a horny slut, aren't you Bethany?" Corrine asked. Bethany couldn't speak. She only nodded. It galled her to admit to Corrine how much the other woman turned her on. "I know you are," Corrine laughed. "The Division 76 lab is in Zurich. It's on Gnome Street and its building number 2300. It was blue when I was still out." "Thank you," Bethany said curtly as she zipped her jacket over her stinging breasts. "No need to be sullen," Corrine laughed. "Actually I'm not," Bethany said as she picked up her purse. She took out a small tape-recorder and played back the part where Corrine told her the vital information. "Need audio notes?" Corrine asked. "No," Bethany said. "The next time I ask for information, you will give it to me or else I will mail this to Paragon Industries. I'm sure they will be upset about their informant. Who knows? They might even send Amy to come kill you." Corrine pursed her lips. "Diligent Enterprises wouldn't dare. I'm too valuable to them." Bethany smiled as she pulled her skirt back up. "They wouldn't dare, but I would." "Next time, you'll be the one performing for me," Bethany said as she left.