January 05, 2013 11:01PM
Roleplay : Group : Death Club
Agent Ayalah Romach – Israeli Assassin for Hire
Under- cover Lover
Writer – CharlotteCarrendar
-It had been three weeks, since Ayalah had joined the Balls of Steel gym, where many of the Death Club workers and bar staff actually went to work off the stress, and to tone up their bodies. Josh Cardwell had been ecstatic to have the likes of Inga Snoggleblom and Mercedes “Mia” De Luca as VIP members. Course, he bragged about it every chance he had, and especially to other lesser known members, such as Ayalah, or Mrs Flintstone, as she liked to be called. Each day, Ayalah turned up without fail, insisting that Josh himself, train her with weights and go through her fitness regime. Now, Josh was not one to be shy around beautiful women, as it was well known, and with Ayalah practically oozing sexuality and getting close to Josh as she worked out, he would find himself lusting after her. Even keeping tabs on the monitors in his office, just to see her turn up in the car park. Josh would often emerge from his office, already sporting a tell tale bulge, which Ayalah didn’t ignore, in fact, she would make sure that her eyes would travel down him and back up, when she took her locker keys. When out of the gym floor, as he loaded up the barbells, or took her weight measurements, she would go out of her way to be friendly.
With the odd brush of her hand against his shoulder, or fleeting glances. Before long Josh was fully smitten by the Israeli temptress.After another gruelling work out, Ayalah’s toned body was glistening from perspiration, having pushed herself hard, and making sure her audible grunts and moans were actually erotic. Ayalah made sure she held eye contact with Josh as she pushed herself to the limit, and she could see his eyes were devouring her, hungry for sex. A wicked smirk, as she put down the last set of weights, and got up, patting herself down with a towel, then reaching for her water bottle, Ayalah licked the tip of the bottle neck, as Josh gulped. Tipping the bottle up, she drank and swallowed again and again, like she was dying of thirst. When the bottle was emptied, she tossed it in her kit bag and said. “I feel so dirty…I really need a shower. *she stepped up before Josh, and reached out for his bulge, which was so easy to see, in his nike trainer pants. * want to come wash my back?”- Josh’s cheeks burned red and he then dropped a weight on his foot, causing him to yelp and hop about. “Ouch!” Ayalah shrugged and skipped off to the showers, leaving Josh looking both foolish and besotted.
Watching her shapely ass in those tight shorts, he had visions of taking her in the shower, pounding her into the cold tiles, while biting the back of her neck, forcing her to submit to him. With a sore foot, he instead hobbled off to his office, closing the door behind him. Getting in behind his desk, he flipped open his lap top, and then pressed in a code, that streamed a live feed from the women’s change room, including the shower block. Grinning as he saw Ayalah taking off her sports gear, and folding it up, before bending over to undo her shoes, Josh had his cock out in his hand, beating off, while licking his lips. “One day girl…I am going to fuck you so hard.”Ayalah was enjoying her hot shower, unaware that her target in the gym, was getting to know her a lot better, till she turned around and reached for the shampoo, only to spot a small black camera up in the corner of the ceiling. As she was a spy by trade, she herself had used such devices in the past, and to see it in the shower cubicle, actually made her chuckle. The Israeli spy, was onto him, and not only that, she had a weapon, to have him over a barrel to black mail. So, now knowing his games, she decided to play for the cameras. The other women who were showering, would start to hear delectable moans coming from Ayalah’s cubicle, as she started to play with the shampoo bottle, in a way it is not designed for. In Josh’s office, he was fapping away furiously, his eyes wide, his mouth agape, as the Israeli temptress was giving him one hell of a show. “GOD, YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT. FUCK THAT THING!…YEAH!” Ayalah didn’t disappoint, making sure she faked an orgasm, that had the other women in the change room either gasping from shock, or giggling. Turning off the water, Ayalah emerged naked, tossing, the bottle in a nearby bin and then rubbing herself down thoroughly with the towel, all the while, knowing Josh was watching. Dressing herself smartly, she decided to confront him, while he may well still be at it. Ayalah smirked at the other ladies, who were either trying to ignore her, or applauding her for her efforts. The Israeli left the change rooms and made a bee line for Josh’s office, not even knocking as she opened the door, right as he was watching a replay of her in the shower cubicle. “FUCK…I’M GOING TO CUM…FU…AYALAH!”- he did cum, right as she opened the door, and quickly closed it again. Spunk going all over his keyboard, and some even shooting up in his eyes. “Ahahaha. Having fun, Josh?” Ayalah laughed, grabbing a box of tissues, and tossing them to him, as she rounded his desk and saw herself on his laptop screen. “Ooo..nice angle. I know the Police will like this.”- Josh…Was fucked.
Josh was a mumbling, bumbling mess. Ayalah pretended to look upset, as he pleaded with her, not to go to the authorities, or worse, the press with this scandal. How many other women had he watched in the showers? But, it seemed that this was to be his lucky day. Ayalah sat on the edge of the desk, and picked up a picture of his wife and two children, and pouted. “You have a beautiful family. I imagine, you love them very much. Josh had trouble swallowing, and his eyes were rimmed with tears. “What…what do you want, I will give you anything.” Ayalah placed the picture frame down on the desk, and then leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I want you….and your laptop.” At first, Josh was stunned, staring at the Israeli in a whole new light. Did she just say she wanted him? He stuttered.’Wan…want….want me?” Ayalah slowly started to stroke his limp member, and then licked her finger of the cum from the tip. “Mhmm. You come, and I mean….you come over, to my apartment. Bring your laptop, and I do to you, what I did to that bottle.” The gym owner was almost set to have a heart attack. This girl was one freaky bitch, but he was so infatuated, he nodded haplessly. “Okay…when?” The Israeli stood up and reached for her sports bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “At eight o’clock. You have my address. Don’t be late, I hate to be kept waiting…..lover.” Grinning, Ayalah waltzed out of the office, shutting the door behind her discreetly, then left the gym, as Josh was frozen in his seat. He shot a look at the picture of his family and quickly turned it over flat on the table. Josh thought he had won. Little did he know, he had just become Ayalah’s pawn in the game. <3>