This is a sexual story; so don't read if you are easily offended. I, Shon Richards, write this story and it is copyrighted by me. E-mail is always adored, so don't be shy. Thigh vs. Thigh, Fistful of Prototypes By Shon Richards Bethany Taylor used the highly reflective lab cabinets to check her cleavage again. She was supposed to be checking the calibration ratio or some other crap. Bethany couldn't remember. It didn't matter. Her lovely breasts were going to help her complete another mission and then she wouldn't have to pretend to be a lab assistant anymore. MacroHard had just completed work on six prototypes of the next generation in their famous FistBuddy series of handheld computers. This version could send e-mail, act as a cell phone, handle credit card transactions and perhaps take care of your kids if you let it. Tomorrow all six prototypes were being sent out for testing before being mass- produced. Bethany's employers, the very competitive Diligent Enterprises, wanted first look at the prototype to begin producing their version of the handheld computer, the WeeFriend. It was all very complicated, but then that's why they pay industrial spies like Bethany the big money. She had a yacht picked out that she was going to buy with the commission for this mission. Her cleavage was almost perfect. The tall blonde was wearing the standard issue lab coat but she had removed her shirt in the bathroom. She was only wearing her bra under her coat and with her coat buttons undone; it looked like she was bare-chested and naturally buxom. Bethany had neglected to wear panties today. Only a pair of black stockings and sensible shoes was below her waist. She found seductions went quicker with less underwear. Bethany sighed as she waited for the FistBuddy's creator, William Doors, to return. The brilliant inventor was using the bathroom again. Apparently, the man was a genius but was had the urine control of a four year old. Bethany tried to ignore his weak bladder and focus on the fact that her mission was finally coming to an end. Three months she had worked on this project! First, she had to fake credentials just to work here. Then it was a systematic campaign of cock-sucking, sabotage and one or two outright eliminations of personnel that placed her as Mr. Doors' personal lab assistant this night. Bethany was proud of herself, a perfect combination of intelligence and beauty. Her intelligence had infiltrated the company, and her beauty was going to walk out with the treasured prototypes. "And the best part is, that annoying Amy Valentine was no where in sight!" Bethany purred. ~~~ Amy Valentine slipped through the slender cut she made in the fence. The tall brunette was the picture of grace as she angled her body through the chain link slit. Clad in a tight black tank top and a leather miniskirt with matching thigh high black boots, Amy didn't look like an industrial spy. That was her intent. Amy had long ago discovered that her bare thighs were all the advantage she needed when confronting security. Why wear armor or concealing clothing when a bored guard was more likely to leer at a pretty woman than shoot her? Checking to make sure her long brown hair was still in it's ponytail, Amy surveyed the distance she needed to travel in order to reach the location of the FistBuddy 2 prototypes. Her employers, Paragon Industries, wanted to corner the market on hand held computers. They had an ingenious plan to claim the FistBuddy 2 caused cancer before it was released to the public but they needed to examine one of the units so that they could create a convincing lie. It was a dangerous mission, but that was why they paid industrial spies like Amy the big bucks. She had her eye on a new Porsche that she was going to buy with her commission. With her sprinting skills, Amy cleared the distance from the fence to the main building in less then ten seconds. With her lock picking skills, Amy passed three high security doors in less than a minute. With her climbing skills, Amy clung to a ceiling for a solid ten minutes as a security patrol passed through her corridor. Finally, Amy reached the heart of the research complex. One door stood in her way and the computer panel beside it was daunting. Amy didn't need to examine it to know that every alarm was tied to this door and that the passcode program was going to be the best that MacroHard could design. Just beyond this final lock was the lab where the prototypes were being held. "State of the art computer security software," Amy mused. "It'll be tough, but at least that top heavy bitch, Bethany Taylor, is no where in sight. ~~~~ William Doors set down the FistBuddy with a smile. Finally, this nerve-wracking project was done! The deadline to be completed was tomorrow and considering all the strange accidents that eliminated their personnel one by one, it was a miracle it was completed at all. "Is it done, professor?" his assistant, Bethany asked. He smiled at being called professor. He wasn't one, but he liked the sound of it. He turned to reply to her when he noticed her outfit for the first time this long night. Good God she had huge tits! They were almost falling out of her lab coat. Was she wearing anything underneath? "Yes," William responded, not really conscious of her question. Her long blonde hair was out of the requisite ponytail, falling freely around her shoulders. If a single strand of her lovely hair was to get loose, it could ruin any exposed circuits yet William kept his mouth shut. There was something in those big blue eyes he had never seen directed at him. He thought it might be lust. "Professor Doors, I've been admiring you for so long," Bethany said sweetly as she ran her hand down his lab coat. "You're so smart, brilliant and masculine, it's been all I could do to keep my feelings to myself while you did your very important work." She was closer to him now, and William's eyes fell to that endless valley that was between her breasts. For some reason, her breasts sparkled. Was it sweat? Did he have that effect on women? He knew he was brilliant, but was it that strong of an aphrodisiac? "Well, it is very important work," William replied. "The FistBuddy 2 will send MacroHard's stocks through the roof. It's such a complicated piece of hardware that-" Bethany moaning and stepping closer to him interrupted his bragging. "Mmmm, hardware," she cooed. "I don't think you realize how sexy you are, or else you wouldn't use such suggestive language!" William laughed nervously. "I'm sexy?" he asked. Her fingers were under his lab coat and unzipping his pants. "Oh yes," Bethany moaned. Her eyes were locked on his. "It's been very hard to work so close to you without being t able to feel THIS." William groaned as Bethany's skilled fingers gripped his cock. His eyes were still on her cleavage that was impossibly tanned and creamy looking. He shuddered as Bethany's thumb circled the tip of his cock. When knew smart guys could be so sexy? "Please, Professor Doors, now that your project is finished, please fuck me," Bethany pleaded. She stepped back slowly, guiding him by holding onto his cock. Bethany sat down on a table and unbuttoned the rest of her lab coat. To Professor Doors delight, he first sat the coat open to reveal a white bra with half cups holding her lovely breasts on a shelf of succulent flesh. Then, the coat unbuttoned to reveal nothing but bare skin and open thighs. Her shaven sex was vulnerable and the glint of moisture was on those pale nether lips. "Oh shit," William moaned. "Let's go to my office," he suggested. "Or to my house, anywhere but here. Anyone could just walk in." "I don't care," Bethany moaned. "I've waited too long for this. I want you inside me, right now. Don't you want to be inside me? Don't you want to suck on my nipples? They're waiting for you." She pulled her bra down to reveal brown nipples, already hard and flushed. "Yes," William growled as he stepped between Bethany's waiting thighs. She guided his cock upwards and into her sex. The molten heat that greeted him was amazing and he buried his shaft to his balls. Her sex clenched and held him and her thighs locked behind his buttocks. Bethany also grabbed his hair and pulled his head down to her breasts. Greedily his mouth sucked at her chest. He took as much as he could of her breasts into his mouth. His tongue sought her nipples and flicked the little nubs as his teeth sunk into the sweet tit. Oddly enough, her breasts were sweet. He licked faster to confirm the sweetness. "Yes," Bethany moaned. Her locked ankles pushed on his buttocks, forcing him deeper inside her. While he sucked her tits, Bethany's hips rocked and fucked. William was hammer fucking her and not having to do a thing as Bethany's pure desire supplied all the passion. His buttocks hurt from the kicking but he didn't care. Her pussy was clenching him with a velvet grip, milking his cock with every thrust. "Like the flavor of my breasts?" Bethany asked. William merely licked harder to show his approval. He had never had his mouth so full of tit before, he wasn't going to let go to talk. "Good," Bethany moaned. "I dusted my breasts with something special, just for you." William moaned in response. Bethany speed up the pace of her heels, driving William faster inside her. "I'm very close, Professor," she purred. "Make me cum soon." William groaned and hurried his pace. His hips joined her ankles in the act of fucking. He felt his own orgasm approaching and he tried to lift his head but Bethany kept him on her tit. Her pussy was so tight and wet and her tit was so sweet, he couldn't be happier. "Yes, yes, yes!" Bethany moaned, her pussy erupting in spasms that excited his cock to no end. "You are so good to me Professor!" Bethany moaned. Stimulated and flattered to such high levels, William Doors had his own orgasm. His cock exploded, releasing streams of cum into his devoted assistant. He cried out into Bethany's tits as his body shuddered under the force of his orgasm. Bethany's sex received him, clenching his cock till every once of him was expelled. "I'm so glad you came in time," Bethany whispered as she played with his hair. His whisper seemed to come from miles away. "In time for what?" he asked, surprised by how weak his voice was. Damn, that was great sex! "In time before the sedative I placed on my breasts knocked you out," Bethany said as his body slipped to the ground. Bethany buttoned her coat and walked over to the prototypes. She only needed one. She wondered how William would explain the loss. Bethany didn't care. There was too much money at stake. She reached for the prototype on the right and she jumped as she heard the lab door open. "Bethany, you fat whore," Amy growled as she walked in. Amy looked at the fallen inventor. "You are always in my way." "In your way?" Bethany growled. The blonde secured a prototype in her bra. "I had a quiet operation going here but I'm sure you left a trail of dead bodies in your wake you flat-chested skank. How did you get past the coded door?" "Please," Amy sighed. "MicroHard uses the same lame operating system for all of their equipment. It only took me a few minutes to slip past it once I realized it was just a fancy version of OfficeDesk 2000." Amy stepped next to Bethany and took a prototype. Bethany scowled as Amy slipped the little computer into her boot. Bethany's employers had enough competition without Amy's company joining the race. "You'll never get away with this," Bethany snapped. "Why not?" Amy smiled. "I'm just doing what you are doing, except I didn't have to fuck some geek to do it." "You forget," Bethany interrupted. "I work here." Bethany pressed the panic button, and the whole complex came alive with alarms. "Bitch," Amy snapped and then she ran out the door. Bethany smiled. "Cunt," she retorted. Bethany took a deep breath and began her best impersonation of a distressed employee. She picked up the phone and called security. "Security?" Bethany asked. "This young woman just broke in and took two of the prototypes!" ~~~ Amy ran through the complex with all the speed she could summon. Although the klaxons were deafening and the flashing red lights everywhere was distracting, she knew she had to retain her wits. She still paused at every closed door, checking before entering. She avoided elevators and glided carefully under security cameras. That bitch Bethany had made things complicated but Amy saw no reason to get sloppy. A group of guards were running towards her position, and the brunette was quick to react. She dived down a side corridor that she remembered as being occupied by only a desk guard. It was a bitch that she had to confront anybody, but one guard was better than a squad. Amy ducked into the corridor in a tight roll, getting halfway down the hall before leaping to her feet. The stunned guard only had a second to react when a miniskirt-wearing woman leaped to his desk. She kicked him softly in the chest and his chair rolled back. Amy dropped down in the new space in front of him and grabbed his legs. Before the guard could even think of a response, Amy was pulling him in as she squatted back into the space under his desk. In less than five seconds, he now had a beautiful woman between his legs. The kinky, if confusing joy Security Guard 2nd Class Jeffery Hicks felt was replaced with terror as he felt the point of a knife cut into his pants. The cutting was too damn close to his balls! He froze in terror, too scared to struggle for fear of the knife slipping. A group of guards were down the hall. "Everything all right?" one of them called to Jeff. The knife pressed against his balls. "Yes!" Jeff answered quickly and the knife slid away. The guards continued on their patrol, Jeff's hopes of escape leaving with them. The klaxons were still screaming, demanding that the intruder be caught. Loud noises usually gave Jeff a headache but he didn't worry about that right now. For some terrible reason, the woman under his desk had pulled his cock out. Jeff blushed as she began stroking him. He looked at the security monitors as he if he were to act normal, than all this weird stuff would stop out of a sense of decency. It didn't happen. He felt his cock grow under the woman's stroking grip. He just couldn't help it; her hands were too soft and fingernails began to tickle his scrotum. He felt her tongue move across the tip of his cock and thoughts of escape were forgotten. His hand, which had been moving to the panic button, returned to take its spot around his coffee mug. Around and round her tongue circled the tip of his cock. Jeff groaned and shifted in his chair as he flexed his hips forward. His wish was granted as the mysterious intruder took his cock into her mouth. He moaned as her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. Inch by inch, he felt his cock being devoured until he felt her chin pressing against his balls. Complete and total immersion in her mouth was liquid bliss. "Ahhh," he moaned incoherently. Fuck the klaxons; this was too good to stop just for something as unimportant as his job. That's when the sucking began. Sweet bliss flooded Jeff's body as the woman moved up and down on his cock. Her ponytail fell over her shoulder and her silky hair was caressing his balls. Her mouth was sucking so hard; he could feel her cheeks caving in around his cock. Jeff shuddered as he felt his cock bathed with a tongue that never ceased moving. That's when the humming began. Jeff's hands gripped the edges of the table as the woman's mouth vibrated with gentle humming. Was this a hummer? Was this what he had been missing? Jeff swore that he would never date another woman again who didn't do this magic with their mouth. It wasn't just her lips that were vibrating, it was her whole mouth. Gentle vibrations traveled the length of his cock, making his arms break out in goosebumps. Jeff would have shot the first person that tried to interrupt this. That's when the best part began. Jeff felt her mouth slip up his cock till her lips were right around the ring of his tip. Both hands gripped his cock, stroking him, masturbating him to his imminent climax. To remove any doubt of what she wanted, her tongue flicked very rapidly at his tiny slit. Her tongue was calling on him to fill her mouth. Her tongue wanted his cream. Her tongue wanted him. He answered her tongue. His cum gushed out with a force that made his hands break off the edge of the table. The woman didn't mind at all. She lapped his cum as it came, pulling it away for the precious fluid to be swallowed. No hesitation, no resistance at all as her hungry mouth drained his cock of everything he had. Amy pushed the guard back and rose from behind the desk. He rapid breathing and unfocusing eyes told her what she suspected. A good blowjob beats a paycheck for loyalty any day. "Give me your keys," she demanded, her first words to him. He gave them to her. "What's the quickest way out of here?" Amy demanded next. He pointed behind him. "Are you going to keep quiet?" she asked. She ran her hand down one of her perfect thighs as she asked. He nodded. "Good boy," Amy said. ~~ Bethany wanted to smile, but with so many guards escorting her out of the building, it wouldn't have been prudent. Somewhere, that slut Amy Valentine was dodging an army of guards and Bethany was getting walked to the front door. The fools hadn't even searched her and why should they? She was just a poor female lab assistant and there was an unconscious inventor on the floor. Obviously, she was the victim here. "Men are such idiots," Bethany laughed to herself. The FistBuddy in her bra rang. The guards stopped in their tracks and Bethany was just as surprised as they were. The blonde spy tried her best to look innocent while her bra kept ringing. The head of the group turned and scrutinized Bethany from behind mirror shades. Bethany heard the clicks of a dozen guns being readied. The head of the guards pointed at her breast and aimed his gun. Bethany knew a dozen ways to kill a man, so she could have killed each and every one of them. Unfortunately, it only took one lucky bullet to kill a talented spy. Bethany pulled the FistBuddy out of her bra. Before she handed it to the guard, she looked at the message on the tiny monitor. "Hey Bethany, did you get out yet? Isn't it cool that they can network with each other? Ciao, A" Want more adventures of Amy and Bethany? Send me an e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net. I have more story ideas, but I know when to let go of an unpopular idea.