This is a continuation of Spycraft, which revolves around a super secret spy agency that infiltrates organizations to take them down from the inside. These agents do whatever is required to get in cover and stay for the duration of the mission.
Chapter 3: West Side Office
The air crackled with anticipation as Hazel stood shoulder-to-shoulder with two other strikingly beautiful women, a silent tableau framed by the polished surface of the empty secretary’s mahogany desk. They were the last remaining contenders in the fierce race for the coveted secretary position under Victor Kraken.
“The three of you have reached the final stage,” Melissa announced, her voice sharp and precise, “for this audition, a crucial role in the tumultuous power struggle within the Kraken conglomerate.” She paused, allowing the weight of her words to settle before continuing. “Victor and his brother Xavier, newly returned from abroad, are tasked with supporting their ailing father. One will ascend to CEO, and as Victor's personal secretary,” Melissa’s gaze swept across each woman, lingering a moment longer on Hazel, “you will be the hand that guides him towards this victory or watches him lose it all to his brother.”
The air thickened with unspoken tension. This was no ordinary secretary position; it was a front-line battleground in a high-stakes corporate war.
Across the polished surface of the desk, Lisa emanated an aura of confident power. Her nude jumpsuit, cut close and sleek as liquid silk, flowed around curves sculpted by years of disciplined attention. It showcased her mocha-toned skin like polished ebony, highlighting her toned arms, generous bosom, and the rounded promise of her hips. Two-inch nude heels added another inch to her already commanding presence, making her appear taller, stronger than the other two women combined.
Next to Lisa stood Claire, a delicate silhouette in stark contrast. A vision of classic elegance, she was a porcelain doll in her charcoal black pencil dress, its hem skimming just above the knees, hugging every curve of her petite frame. A single gold chain adorned her slender throat, the only ornament on a canvas of alabaster skin stretched taut over high cheekbones and delicate bone structure. Her dark hair, glossy as polished mahogany, cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that could have been sculpted from ivory. Nude heels mirrored Lisa’s but seemed lost beneath Claire's smaller frame, making her appear almost shy against the other two women's assertive stances.
Hazel occupied the space between these two powerful opposites. Her olive skin glowed with a warm, healthy sheen, and her low-cut white chiffon blouse offered a glimpse of the subtle curve of her neckline without betraying the exact fullness of her breasts. The loose fabric flowed around her body, emphasizing the smooth line of her hips and the shapely roundness of her backside framed by dark green shorts that fell just above the knee. Black leather boots, rising halfway up her shins, added a touch of rebellion to her otherwise relaxed ensemble. Her features were striking, with high cheekbones and eyes that shimmered with intelligence and warmth.
Melissa watched them carefully, assessing their silent rivalry before stepping in again. "Remember," she warned, her voice sharp as shards of ice, "each of you has signed a lifelong NDA. No whispers, no leaks, not even to your closest confidante. Breach this contract, and prepare for an onslaught – courtrooms, crushing legal fees, families dragged through the mud. Failure to keep this information confidential will be financial ruin." She waited until all three nodded, their eyes reflecting a flicker of fear mingled with resolve, before she knocked once on the imposing oak door that stood at the far end of the room.
"Come in," boomed a voice from beyond, deep and resonant like the gong of a distant temple.
Melissa pushed open the heavy door, ushering them into a world bathed in sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned two entire walls. The office was cavernous, its matte green walls adorned sparingly with sleek black picture frames, each housing a sepia-toned portrait of a stern-faced man with piercing blue eyes. A long, modern conference table sat against the left wall, dwarfed by the massive glass desk that dominated the center of the room. Behind this imposing barrier stood Victor Kraken.
He was a striking figure even in repose. As he rose from his desk to greet them, the light glinted off sun-bleached hair that fell in thick waves around strong shoulders and sculpted jawlines. His features were classically handsome – high cheekbones, a straight nose, full lips that hinted at both arrogance and amusement. A white linen shirt clung to broad chest muscles, strained by the intricate silver clasp holding a heavy watch on his wrist. Black tailored pants accentuated lean thighs and a pair of powerful calves encased in sleek black dress shoes. He exuded an aura of sculpted perfection honed by wealth, power, and a lineage steeped in dominance.
The office hummed with a quiet energy as he approached the three women. His voice was deep and resonant, each word carefully chosen like a precious gem. "I am Victor Kraken," he said, his gaze sweeping over them with an unnerving intensity that made Hazel's breath catch in her throat. “As you know, we are here to decide who will be my secretary.”
Each woman curtsied or nodded gracefully as they introduced themselves. He listened impassively before speaking again, his voice smooth as polished obsidian. “My requirements are simple," he declared. “I need someone capable of handling any task I throw at them without question, with tireless dedication and unwavering loyalty. My world revolves around relentless ambition. You will be expected to move seamlessly between board meetings, high-stakes negotiations, and the demands of a demanding social calendar. The ability to anticipate my every need and act accordingly is paramount.” His eyes, the same piercing blue as those in the family portraits lining the wall, settled on each woman in turn. "To be successful, you must possess not just competence but also discretion." He paused again, letting his words sink in before delivering the final blow. “Do you understand what I’m asking?”
The silence stretched taut between them, an invisible rope pulled tight by unspoken expectations. No one dared to break it until Victor's voice cut through, sharp with impatience. "I have reviewed all your resumes," he said, leaning against the edge of his imposing desk, arms crossed over a chest that seemed sculpted from granite, "and each of you presents an impressive pedigree. Now I want to see what makes you unique. Show me something that sets you apart from the others."
Lisa, ever graceful, seized upon his challenge. She glided towards Victor, her steps deliberate yet fluid, and took his hands in her smooth, warm palms. Her fingers trailed down his forearms, guiding them to her breasts. "I can offer you entertainment," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. "You work hard, play harder, and I can be that plaything for you, anytime, anywhere." With subtle movement, she shifted his hands lower, sliding them under the crisp lapels of her suit jacket and onto bare skin. Beneath her fingers, Victor felt the swell of her breasts, full and firm against his palm.
His eyes met hers, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths, as he let his fingers explore the landscape she offered. He gently squeezed, testing the firmness, teasingly pulled at her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from Lisa's lips. His touch was confident, precise, masterful, making it clear that this was not just mere playfulness; he knew how to wield pleasure like a skilled artisan.
Lisa responded with a sigh, drawing his attention deeper. She slid her hands behind her neck, tugging at the knot of her jump suit. With one swift movement, the fabric fell away, pooling at her feet, revealing the stunning curve of her body. She stood there in all her glory – a goddess carved from dark chocolate. Her skin was flawless, smooth and luminous, not a blemish marring its surface. Her body was a symphony of power and femininity; her ample breasts, rounded hips, and firm buttocks harmonized with a frame that spoke of both strength and grace. The musculature beneath her skin rippled like polished marble, taut and lean, honed to perfection by a disciplined life.
Victor's gaze drank her in, lingering on the way her full nipples, dark as roasted coffee beans, stood out against the creamy expanse of her areolas – each a quarter size swollen against the surrounding softness. He watched as they swayed gently with each breath she drew, pulsing with an inner fire. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, brushing it lightly between his perfect white teeth before claiming it fully, drawing the tip into the warmth of his cavernous mouth.
A low moan escaped Lisa's lips, a tremor that ran through her whole body as pleasure flooded her senses. She arched back against him, eyes fluttering closed, surrender washing over her in waves. Victor’s tongue began swirling around her nipple, faster and faster with each rotation, coaxing a symphony of moans from her parted lips.
He then shifted his focus to her other breast, his skilled hands finding purchase on the swell of her flesh beneath her arm. He worked it expertly, squeezing, rolling, pulling – each movement a delicious assault upon her senses. Lisa’s head fell back, and she writhed beneath his touch, a low rumble emanating from deep within her chest that reverberated through the air.
The pleasure was all-consuming, building to a crescendo. Victor’s hand slipped down to cup her lush buttocks, squeezing with firm fingers. The combined assault – the exquisite torment of his tongue on one breast, the powerful caress of his other hand – overwhelmed her. Her body spasmed, arching off the desk as she surrendered to the pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. A guttural cry escaped her lips, a primal sound of pure ecstasy.
He lifted her easily from the desk and carried her over to the gleaming conference table nearby, laying her face-up with her legs dangling off the edge. He leaned down, his eyes drinking in her exposed body, the glistening sheen of arousal on her skin, the way her hips trembled with lingering pleasure.
With a deft movement, he tore away the delicate black lace thong she wore. The scent of her arousal hit him like a wave, rich and intoxicating, filling the office with its heady perfume. Even Claire and Hazel in their stunned silence could smell the heady sweetness of Lisa’s desire that permeated the air.
He leaned down, his gaze never leaving hers, and began to drink from the wellspring of her arousal. His tongue lapped up and down, savoring the sweet nectar of her passion, taking in every drop with a hungry intensity. Lisa stirred beneath him, her body responding to the attention, a new surge rising deep within her, blossoming into life with each passing second. She arched her back involuntarily, the pleasure becoming all-consuming, pulling at the edges of her control. A gasp escaped her lips as another wave crested and crashed over her, her body convulsing in its exquisite embrace. Victor held her hips steady while lapping up the renewed rush that cascaded down, his own pleasure deepening with each stroke.
Meanwhile, Claire had watched this entire display unfold in a stunned silence, Victor’s initial dismissal of her resume suddenly feeling like a personal slight. She knew she couldn't stand back any longer if she wanted this position. With a quick, decisive move, Claire strode to the conference table, kneeling beneath it with grace that belied the urgency of her purpose. Her hands moved with practiced ease as they found their target: Victor’s powerful thighs.
"You've played hard," she murmured in his ear, pushing his legs apart to create a space between them. "Now it's time to relax." With a swift hand, she unbuckled and unzipped his pants, releasing the taut length of his nine-inch erection from its confinement. He was indeed impressive in every way – just as his presence commanded the room, so did his anatomy. It was a size Claire had never encountered before, standing like a proud stallion against the backdrop of her own feminine silhouette.
Victor's cock glistened with pre-cum, catching the soft light of the office and instantly stirring her desire. She bent forward eagerly, capturing the pulsing length in her mouth. Four inches slipped past her lips before she had to stop for a moment. He tasted like salt and power, his arousal an intoxicating wave that threatened to consume her. With a deep breath, she took him further, the tip brushing against the back of her throat, drawing on the strength of her resolve to hold him there. A soft moan escaped Victor's throat, his body reacting instinctively to her firm grasp. She worked him steadily, swirling her tongue around his shaft while using both hands to rub the remaining length with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers through his system.
Claire then moved down to his balls, tracing lazy circles with her tongue around their plump circumference. From the base of the sac outwards she traveled, working her way back in, finally reaching the center before returning outward once more. A jolt shot through Victor at the sensation as she took his sac in her mouth fully, probing the sensitive flesh beneath with her tongue. He was caught between surprise and pleasure, a strange thrill buzzing through him. His cock throbbed harder against her clasped fingers, which were still moving up and down in slow rhythm.
Claire released his sac from her mouth with a plop. She then continued tracing her tongue down towards his prostate. Reaching the edge of his puckered sphincter, she paused before dipping her tongue inside, gently teasing the delicate nerves that resided within. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced – the warmth and wetness of her tongue circling around a normally unexplored territory. It sent a fresh wave of pleasure shooting through him, making him groan involuntarily. Claire continued her exploration of his anal cavity in concentric circles, with Victor’s mind dazed from the sensations. When she reached the center, her tongue pushed in deep and probed the insides.
Hazel quickly strode over, stepped forward, phone camera outstretched, capturing every detail of the tableau before them. Victor, lost in a labyrinth of pleasure, didn't even register her approach. Her lens focused on Claire’s tongue circling Victor’s anus, then zoomed out to include his ecstatic expression contorted with bliss. Then she captured Lisa, legs spread wide, eyes closed in blissful surrender as she lay sprawled over the conference table. Finally, Hazel zoomed in again, framing Claire, face buried beneath Victor's ass, her own lips working furiously against his delicate sphincter.
Hazel paused the recording and held it up to Victor. He stared at it for a moment, the colour draining from his face as he registered what he was seeing - the full extent of his indulgence captured in all its glory.
"Your motto," Hazel stated coolly, "is work hard, play hard. While you were playing hard, I was working hard."
She hit play and Victor watched himself on replay. Claire’s tongue continued to expertly explore his backside even as he became aware of the video recording him. He had been so lost in the moment that he hadn't noticed Hazel take her phone out. Now he saw it all: Lisa sprawled over the table, still savoring a lingering pleasure, herself recorded with an impressive angle that showcased the full glory of her body.
Hazel cleared her throat, "Do you want a secretary who will just provide entertainment and relaxation or do you want someone who will work hard for you?"
Ten minutes later, Claire and Lisa left the office, their confidence shattered. Hazel and Victor sat down in his spacious office. He handed her another document outlining specific expectations in addition to the general terms she’d already signed. She skimmed it with a frown, noting the extended list of duties beyond traditional secretarial work, tasks that felt more akin to those of a personal assistant or even a mistress. The price for landing this job was clearly higher than expected. Still, she knew what she had to do. She reluctantly signed the document.
"You start Monday," Victor said. Hazel rose to leave.
“Are you going to leave me high and dry?” he called out with an amused grin, gesturing towards his groin where a barely-concealed outline hinted at his continued arousal.
Hazel turned back, her lips curving into a wry smile as she walked back to him. He sat behind his glass desk, legs spread wide, the signed paperwork still resting on top of it. She knelt in front of him without hesitation.
Reaching down with ease, she retrieved his cock, pulling him free from his pants. With a soft sigh, she took him into her mouth. In this semi-limp state, most of the length fit comfortably inside her mouth. Her swallow was deep enough to take almost all of the shaft without straining. She held it there as his cock started to swell and harden against the roof of her mouth, pushing it further down until it reached a point where she could feel the tip at the back of her throat.
She held on for as long as she could while his cock slid further down her throat, blocking her airway. She had never deepthroated before and her gag reflexes were still very strong, causing her to pull back quickly. She made a mental note to practice more in the future but for the current, she stuck to the basics. She sucked him in and out, taking only the first four inches inside. Like with Claire, she used her hands to rub up and down for the remainder. She moved back and forth with speed and determination, eliciting grunts of pleasure from Victor. He hummed contentedly, leaning forward slightly so that his hands could cup the back of her head.
Within minutes, she could feel his balls tightening and his dick starting to twitch. She prepared for the blast that was imminent but she was wholly unaware of the magnitude of the eruption that actually came. Thick ropes of warm cum shot like missiles at the back of her throat, hitting her tonsils. She tried to swallow but the sheer quantity of cum was more than her swallowing speed causing the excess to drip down the sides of her mouth and onto her top. Victor’s cock continued to twitch and excrement the last of his cum while Hazel lapped up whatever she could and cleaned her mouth with saliva.
Victor was on a high that surpassed all his previous encounters. The combination of his experience with Lisa, Claire and now Hazel had given him a release like no other. When he finally came to, he gave Hazel a reassuring smile and began to pull his trousers back up.
"That will be it for today," Victor finally said.
Hazel got to her feet, smoothed out her skirt and wiped a stray drop of cum from her chin with a tissue from the top of Victor’s desk before heading towards the door. She paused at the threshold and gave Melissa, who had been waiting patiently outside, a knowing smile and a subtle nod. Melissa beamed back at her. It was clear that Hazel had made an impressive first impression, and that training with her had paid off in more ways than one.