Always Strapped Ch. 03 - Foreplay

-Always Strapped 3: Foreplay-

By, Unit 6

Plot: An assassin misses her shot and then heads to a gala.

DISCLAIMER: these stories may include vivid and explicit sexual content consisting of, but not limited to: non-consensual and forced/rough intercourse, roleplay, voyeurism, bondage, abuse, mind control, novelty toys, and others. These stories are, in no way, based on any fact or are accurate representations of the respective kink communities. Names, settings, etc. are all made up, and any similarities to the contrary are purely coincidental. All characters over the age of 18 years.

Joanna Echo Trave, or Jet, stepped through the threshold of the safe house door and shut it behind her. Inside, she expected to see either: an empty apartment, or her handler, Taryn, sipping a glass of red wine on the couch. She, technically, saw neither. What Jet did see was Taryn, but not in the way she expected.

Taryn was on her cellphone talking rapidly and pacing the living quarters. She had a bandage strapped around her midsection with what's clearly a bloody wound beneath. Jet plopped down on the couch and saw a white envelope on the armrest. She opened it to find her earned bounty. She pocketed the money and picked up Taryn's wine glass for a swig while staring concernedly at the blood spot.

Taryn finally hung up and turned to Jet. "I need you," she huffed.

Jet smiled, "Well it's about time!"

"No, no, not like that. Sexy fun time later. I'm in a heap of trouble and I have to fix an issue before midnight tonight or I'll be your next hit."

Jet sat up on the couch, "Oh, shit! What happened?"

"I missed my shot, fire was returned and I got grazed. No biggie. The target will be at a fundraising gala this evening. I need you to be my plus one and help me get this fucker.

"Fuck!" she continued. "I never miss!"

"What exactly are you asking of me?"

Taryn turned towards Jet, walked over to her, cupped her cheeks and kissed her. "Tonight, I need foreplay."

Jet smiled again and sighed, "Alright, Cinderella, let's get your guy."

* * *

Jet cleaned up nicely, dressing in a black suit with white pinstriping and white blouse. Taryn, on the contrary, decided to wear a floor-length navy dress with slits up the side of the leg to the hip, and the cleavage plummeting down to her belly button. Vague garter-looking belts peeked on her thighs. She completed the outfit with strappy stiletto heels that, when they clacked on the broken tile, echoed throughout Jet's whole body.

"Security will be tight," Taryn began, "so no metal weapons."

"How exactly do you expect to get your target with no weapons?"

Taryn withdrew an empty syringe. "Air in his fucking neck. I just need to get close."

"How are you going to get that through security?"

Taryn held up her wristlet, complete with a dangling medical identification tag. "It's my diabetic medicine," she feigned.

* * *

The banquet hall where the gala was being held shone brilliantly from the outside as well as in. Swaying spotlights illuminated the sky, a line of patrons wrapped around the city block, and valets were busy jockeying automobiles from the entrance to the parking lot. Bouncers at the door frisked entering guests, while the glimmerati glowered with impatience.

Taryn's "diabetes medication" cleared security, and the two stunning women entered the gala. Jet's arm draped Taryn's lower back, hand resting firmly on her right hip. Jet smiled as the familiar touch of a harness belt could be felt above the slit of the dress.

Inside, gilded walls shimmered under warm golden lighting. Everything was made of glass, gold, or dark mahogany wood. All the riches in the world went into this decor. Caterers and servers manned trays upon trays of hors d'oeuvres and champagne, weaving in and out of guests like a well-practiced circus act. The people within were equally as decorated as the furniture.

"Can you at least let me know what I'm looking for?" Jet inquired.

"He's set to make a speech sometime this evening. It'll have to be after that I get close to him and do my thing."

"May I at least have a dance while we wait?"

Taryn raised an eyebrow. "You dance?"

"I tango." With a snap of her fingers, Jet's tango sounded from the speakers.

"How--"

"A magician never reveals her secrets. Now, dance with me."

Jet spun Taryn around and then took up the starting position for the tango. Step, step, glide, as the men's lead steps overtook Jet.

"Seriously, how did you do that?" Taryn asked, their faces a breath apart as they stepped and spun.

"I hacked the Bluetooth for a song. Sue me, ya buzzkill."

Taryn chuckled as her hands danced over Jet's body. A breath caught in her throat as she dipped low and Jet's hand slid up the side of her dress and cupped her ass cheek.

"I can't believe you're strapped on a mission," Jet snickered.

"Always, baby."

"Though you're missing a key component...."

Taryn laughed. "It's in the diabetic bag. Made security blush when he saw it."

Jet shook her head as they danced forehead to forehead, chest to chest, body to body. Their lips hovered millimeters apart throughout the song.

* * *

"... And with that, I'd like to thank you all for coming. Please continue to enjoy the evening." A male, dressed in a sharp black suit, waved out to the crowd from the podium.

"That's him," Taryn explained. "I'll be back. Don't miss me too much."

Taryn started to walk away when Jet grabbed her arm and spun her around, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. "I'll try."

Jet watched as Taryn disappeared into the crowd. Damn, she's good. Jet shrugged and turned to head towards the next sighting of a champagne tray.

As Jet turned around, her breath caught in her lungs and her blood turned cold. Whisper, the short-and-stout, fiery-red curly-haired ex-handler of Jet stood before her.

"Jet, we don't have much time," she began, "I have your next target. You need to take care of this before midnight." Whisper held out a slip of paper to Jet who was too dumbfounded to even move. "Damn it Jet! Take it!"

Jet took the paper and Whisper left. Jet looked down at the slip in her hand and opened the fold.

Jet's heart sank. It was Taryn's name. The powers on high knew where both women were. They knew someone was going to die tonight. Taryn's target, Taryn, or, if Jet didn't do her job, Jet herself. Jet looked around for Taryn in a dazed panic. She tried to keep her cool and not blow cover, but the thought of killing Taryn was getting to be too much to sit with.

A woman screamed out somewhere towards the back of the ballroom. Jet felt a hand on her arm and turned to see Taryn looking wild-eyed and tense.

"We need to leave. Now."

Jet clenched the scrap of paper in her hand and immediately took Taryn's hand and led her towards the door. The two women snuck in with a large group of people leaving the gala while other onlookers began speaking in hushed whispers and looking towards the direction of the scream. They exited with no issue and headed to the valet to retrieve their vehicle.

As the car pulled up, so did several police units. The officers blocked the street off and began ordering people not to leave until they got statements from everyone. As they were no strangers to the undercover game, both assassins gave their fake testimonies of what transpired, a fake contact, and then they were permitted to leave.

* * *

"Alright, thanks. Bye." Taryn hung up the phone and turned to Jet. "He's dead. Thank fucking God."

"Taryn, I saw Whisper tonight. They wanted me to kill you." Jet choked saying the words.

Taryn walked over to Jet and held her close. "Now we don't have to worry about that. They said I'm cleared."

Jet smiled and blinked away a welled tear.

"Now," Taryn started, "I have all this adrenaline left over. What ever shall we do about that?"

Unclear how it happened so fast, but Jet never found herself get naked that fast before. Yet there they were: fully nude.

Taryn held tightly to Jet's hips as she thrust deeply inside of her and Jet desperately tried to hold onto the back of the couch. Moans filled the apartment. The wound on Taryn's torso didn't seem to affect her performance. Jet arched her back and leaned into Taryn, turning her head to kiss her. Breast to back, Taryn pressed her chest closer and wrapped her hands around Jet's front to caress her stunning breasts. Fingertips toyed with nipples as Taryn kissed Jet's throat. Jet came, moaning out Taryn's name as the climax shook her.

Taryn slowed and stopped, removing herself from Jet. Jet spun around and fiddled with the harness that Taryn had on, dropping it to the floor. Jet then took Taryn by her shoulders and threw her to the couch.

Jet lifted Taryn's legs over her shoulders as she kissed down her legs from ankle to inner thigh. Taryn moaned, and her wetness shimmered in the lighting. Jet slid her tongue through the lush lips and found her prize as she took two fingers and began to massage Taryn from deep inside.

Faster and faster Jet's tongue moved, tasting every possible inch of swollen clit that she could. Fingers thrust, pulsed, and wriggled inside. She could feel Taryn's body getting more tense as she continued. Her breathing became quicker and higher pitched as orgasm built. It wasn't until Taryn gripped Jet's head, pulling her closer, and her hips began to buck, that she finally climaxed, ejaculating over Jet's face and hand.

"See, Jet?" Taryn began, "Foreplay is fun."