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Voyeurs 3
by Lianne Burwell
July 2000
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LiAnn Tsei, former thief turned super secret agent, walked the 
silent halls of the hidden headquarters of the secret government 
agency that she worked for wondering what the hell had happened 
to her partners. Normally, after the end of a mission, they would 
all head over to their favorite bar for a few beers and to shoot 
the breeze. Or Vic and Mac would chat at the bar while she and 
the Director talked in one of the back booths. Whatever. It was 
*tradition*.

But lately it was getting more and more difficult to find the two 
men at the end of the day. Either they were already gone if she 
had to stop to change clothes, or if she *did* corner them to go 
drinking, they left early, claiming prior commitments. It was 
getting very frustrating, and she didn't understand it at all.

"So, like, what's with the long face?"

LiAnn spun and dropped into a defensive position automatically, 
then straightened up. It was just Jackie. Of course saying that 
it was just Jackie was like saying it was *just* Hurricane 
Andrew. Jackie might be several inches shorter than her, but the 
blonde was all muscle, and despite the ditzy valley-girl act, she 
was a tough cookie in a fight. And while she wasn't going to say 
so out loud, LiAnn found Jackie a little more reliable in a fight 
than either of her male partners. Mac was just too impulsive and 
Vic too easy to distract.

Of course, just because she was reliable didn't mean LiAnn 
*liked* the little ex-mob-queen. For one thing, she went out of 
her way to compete with LiAnn at every turn and some days it 
seemed like Jackie was trying to seduce anything with a penis, 
including LiAnn's partners, as well as playing teacher's pet with 
the Director.

"Have you seen the guys?" LiAnn settled for asking, once her 
dignity was back in place.

The blonde responded with what could only be described as a shit-
eating grin. "Oh yeah, I guess you could say I've seen them. And 
how. But not recently."

"Damn," LiAnn muttered to herself, turning to go, dismissing the 
girl.

"But I know how to find them," Jackie added to her back.

That got her attention. LiAnn turned around again and glared at 
the smaller woman. "And what makes you think you can find them 
faster than I can?" she said frostily.

"Because I know something you don't," was the cheerful reply. 
"C'mon!"

With that, Jackie spun on one of her high heels and headed down 
the hallway. LiAnn stared at her back, wishing she had her gun 
with her, then followed.

Her curiosity would drive her nuts if she didn't.

>>>~~~<<<

Jackie didn't go far. LiAnn frowned as she was led into the 
Director's briefing room, and looked around.

"Gee, I don't see the boys," she said snidely after checking that 
the room was empty.

"Well, duh," Jackie replied, heading straight for the stairs 
along one wall that led up to the Director's private domain. "You 
coming?"

"Are you nuts?" LiAnn hissed, looking around again, fully 
expecting the Director to appear out of a corner to blast Jackie 
for her temerity.

Nothing. They were still alone.

"Hey, if you're too yellow..." Jackie said with a sneer from 
half-way up the stairs.

That was the wrong thing to say. No one called LiAnn Tsei a 
coward and got away with it. She headed for the stairs, right 
behind her rival.

At the top of the stairs, she started to lose her nerve, but 
Jackie was striding towards the one door opening onto the landing 
as if she belonged there. She pushed the door open and LiAnn 
followed.

Inside, she stopped dead and turned in a slow circle.

Monitors. Screens. Covering every wall. Screens showing every 
room inside the Agency headquarters. Screens showing what looked 
to be residential rooms. Her eyes widened as she recognized her 
own living room on one.

"Neat, isn't it?"

She turned to find Jackie sitting on the desk that was the only 
furniture in the room, other than the swivel chair behind it. Her 
feet were swinging back and forth, her heels beating a tempo 
against the front of the desk. She would have looked like a child 
sitting in Daddy's chair if it weren't for the fact that she had 
a decidedly un-childlike figure.

"What *is* this?" LiAnn said, horrified and more than a little 
sickened. There were people moving around on those screens. She 
was seeing into their private spaces without their knowledge.

"Hey, c'mon. Don't tell me you haven't figured out that the 
Director gets her jollies from watching people."

LiAnn grimaced. No, she'd quickly figured out that their boss was 
a voyeur -- not to mention a sexual pervert -- but this... this 
was more than she'd expected. More than she'd feared. The idea 
that her boss might be watching her at any time, day or night, 
was pretty damn spooky.

"And how is it that *you* know about this?" she asked, unable to 
turn away from one screen where Agent Jameson was doing stomach 
crunches. In the nude. She hadn't realized just how built he was 
under his usual dark suit. Not to mention how well hung.

"Hey, just because you guys are too chickenshit to go looking 
around where you're not supposed to doesn't mean we all are. So, 
you want to see what the guys are up to?"

LiAnn blinked, suddenly reminded of why they'd come up here to 
no-man's land in the first place. "Uh..." Maybe this wasn't a 
good idea.

"Take a look."

LiAnn heard the sound of buttons being pressed, and a large 
central monitor screen that *had* been dark lit up. On it was a 
living room that she knew very well: Vic's. Then her knees went 
weak.

There were her partners. Vic and Mac. Ex-cop and ex-thief. 
Sitting on the sofa.

Making out.

She stared in disbelief as Mac wrapped himself around Vic. From 
they way they were moving, she could guess that Mac was trying to 
excavate Vic's tonsils with his tongue: Mac's kisses had always 
been heavy on the tongue, she knew from personal experience.

If Mac was orally fixated, Vic was tactile. His hands were 
roaming all over Mac, moving from cradling the back of his head, 
then down to cup his ass before sliding up and under his shirt. 
Even though she couldn't see his hands anymore, she could see the 
form of them roaming across his back, pushing Mac's shirt up, bit 
by bit. She remembered well just how those strong hands felt 
running over *her* skin. She took a deep breath, suddenly feeling 
very warm in the small room.

LiAnn didn't realize she had backed up, her head shaking in 
disbelief, until the back of her legs his the desk. As well, 
she'd forgotten that Jackie was there until arms wrapped around 
her waist and hot breath tickled her ear. "Hot, aren't they?" 
She'd somehow ended up with Jackie directly behind her.

"How--" LiAnn couldn't continue. She was still staring at the 
screen where her former fiancées were now getting naked without 
breaking their kiss and with a speed that suggested they'd done 
it more than once.

"How long have they been doing the two-backed beast? At least 
three weeks," Jackie said in a husky voice. "That's when I saw 
them the first time. Believe me, seeing them boffing each other 
silly in the Agency gym was a sight to see." She did a slow 
undulation against LiAnn's back that made her shudder.

On the screen, Mac had ended up flat on his back on the carpet 
next to the sofa. The angle of the camera was wrong to actually 
see anything, but Vic's head was bobbing up and down over Mac's 
groin in a very obvious way, while his ass waved in the air. From 
the way he was moving, LiAnn guessed that he was enjoying 
himself. A lot. 

Wrong! This was wrong! They weren't supposed to be doing this 
with each other. They were supposed to wait for her to choose. It 
didn't matter if they slept with other women in the meantime, as 
long as it wasn't serious. Women she could deal with. But other 
men? *Especially* each other? It was more difficult to compete 
when they weren't even on the same playing field. Besides, guys 
with guys was just... wrong!

So why was she starting to pant? It felt like all air was being 
sucked out of the room. Or maybe it was Jackie's hands now 
rubbing slow circles on her stomach through the knit of her 
sweater top. She swatted the hands away, but they just came back 
and she was too distracted by what was on the screen to do much 
more.

"Vic really likes it, doesn't he?" Jackie purred in her ear. "I 
don't blame him. Mac tastes *so* sweet. It must be that funky 
beer brand he's always drinking."

"You... Mac..." LiAnn couldn't quite get the words out.

Jackie laughed. "Oh, yeah. When he broke into my bedroom, back 
when we first met. Well, not exactly *then*. It was while I was 
waiting for word on whether or not he might be telling the 
truth." Her chin was now resting on LiAnn's shoulder, letting 
LiAnn feel as she smiled. "Poor boy. I think I wore him out. 
Never did get a repeat, though. Major bummer. He's quite good in 
bed."

Jackie's hands had slipped under her sweater, superheated against 
her skin, moving higher. And higher. LiAnn found herself holding 
her breath.

"And Vic. You know, he's got great self-restraint. Nothing I 
tried worked. Or maybe he's just gay."

"He isn't gay!" LiAnn protested. He couldn't be. After all, he'd 
slept with *her*. That meant he wasn't, didn't it?

"He sure looks it," Jackie chuckled. "Or maybe he just didn't 
want a girl after you. Could be a complement, LiAnn. Or maybe 
not."

LiAnn opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, Jackie's 
hands came to rest directly on her breasts and squeezed gently.

"Hey!" Immediately, she gasped and started to pull away. 
Unfortunately, Jackie was very strong, no doubt because of all 
that weight training she did in her spare time. Whatever the 
reason, her legs were bars of steel around LiAnn's waist and her 
hands held on tight. She couldn't get away. "What do you 
think..."

"Must be nice," Jackie purred, ignoring her protests. She gently 
kneaded LiAnn's breasts, then pinching the nipples into almost 
painfully hard peaks. "Not having to wear a bra, I mean. Doesn't 
matter how well mine fit, they always pinch. 'Course, big boobs 
get the guys, but yours are nice. Just big enough for a handful." 
She emphasized the point by squeezing them again before rubbing 
her palms across LiAnn's nipples.

LiAnn was more than gasping now. She hadn't been touched sexually 
since she broke up with Vic, other than a few kisses from Ian 
before he'd returned home to England, and she certainly had never 
been touched like this by another woman. She'd never even 
*though* about being touched by another woman. "Let go," she said 
again, trying to sound firm. Instead, her voice wavered slightly.

"Why? Aren't you enjoying this?"

"No..." She wasn't, LiAnn told herself sternly.

"Really?" Again, she could feel the smile. Knowing the blonde, 
she could picture the wicked grin on her face. "Let's check that 
out, shall we."

LiAnn wondered what that statement was supposed to mean, and she 
didn't have to wait long to find out. Jackie let go of one of her 
breasts and pulled her hand out from under her top, only to reach 
down and pull up LiAnn's skirt. Before she could protest, 
Jackie's hand slipped down the front of her panties and...

LiAnn cried out softly as strong fingers slid against her 
privates, then back out again. Jackie raised her hand so that it 
was in front of their faces, shining slickly in the light of the 
screens that surrounded them. "Part of you is enjoying this," 
Jackie said, wiggling the fingers. LiAnn shut her eyes and felt 
rather than saw the hand move past her cheek to Jackie's mouth. 
Moist sucking noises filled the air as Jackie cleaned off those 
fingers, followed by a soft moan.

"Delicious," Jackie said, sounding a little breathless herself. 
"Do you drink the same beer as Mac?" Then her hand moved back 
down and tugged until LiAnn's panties were down to mid-thigh.

LiAnn whimpered softly, but was surprised to find herself unable 
to move away. Well, she *couldn't*, but she wasn't even trying 
anymore. Jackie obviously knew what she was doing, and it had 
obviously been *so* long that her body didn't care that she hated 
the little blonde bimbo. LiAnn knew that Jackie was just looking 
for something to use against her.

But the flush of blood in sensitive tissues was making it very 
difficult for her to care anymore.

The fingers were back, slipping through the sparse curls covering 
her mound, rubbing along the side of her clitoris and into the 
moist valley below. She moaned as the fingers went deeper this 
time, brushing past the folds of flesh to the opening hidden 
there. She felt Jackie's mouth brush the side of her neck. "Been 
a while?" the blonde asked, then nipped at her earlobe.

LiAnn gasped at the slight pain of the bite, then gasped again as 
she realized that a finger had pressed into her at the same time 
and was now thrusting in a slow, shallow motion. She moved 
restlessly, but she wasn't sure now whether she was trying to get 
away from those clever hands or closer.

Oh yes, it had been a while. Too long a while.

"Yes," Jackie purred. "You like this. And it's going to get 
better, you know. Look." LiAnn opened her eyes to stare at the 
large screen.

Vic was no longer blowing Mac. He was now crouched over Mac, 
holding the younger man's erection in one hand. As LiAnn watched, 
he slowly lowered himself down onto that beautiful cock. She 
gasped as she watched it slowly disappear from sight, this time 
the view perfect. She could see the globes of his perfect ass 
push apart and the flesh in between stretch as he slowly sat down 
on Mac. She should have been horrified.

Instead, she cried out as she spasmed around Jackie's finger.

As Vic moved up, then sat down again, LiAnn realized that the 
finger inside of her own channel had been joined by another, 
making her own flesh stretch. As she noticed, a third pushed in 
and she cried out. She felt so full. And as the fingers started 
to thrust harder, Jackie's thumb was rubbing her clit. 
Whimpering, she twisted on the clever fingers.

"Oh, yeah, look at them. Aren't they fucking beautiful together? 
Don't they make you just cream your panties? Well, if you were 
still wearing them, that is." Jackie chuckled. LiAnn just moaned. 
This wasn't supposed to be happening.

But it felt so *good*.

"Just imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between 
them," Jackie whispered in her ear, sending shivers through her. 
"One kissing your mouth while the other eats your pussy." The 
fingers buried inside that pussy -- to use Jackie's vulgar term -
- wiggled, sending more shock waves through her. "Or on your 
hands a knees with one fucking you while you suck the other. Have 
you ever imagined what that would be like?"

"No." The word escaped before she could stop it. Only, now that 
Jackie had suggested it, the images wouldn't go away.

"So vanilla," Jackie laughed. "We'll have to do something about 
that. Vic and Mac aren't so vanilla anymore, are they?"

LiAnn's eyes were still glued to the screen. As she watched, Mac 
surged upwards, flipping Vic onto his back. They paused a moment 
before Mac started thrusting again, his right hand stroking Vic's 
erection. The movements were hard, almost violent, and from their 
expressions, they were both enjoying it. A lot. She'd never seen 
them like this before. With her, they'd both been slow and gentle 
making love to her. But this, this was primal. Animal. Fucking.

LiAnn whimpered and spasmed in Jackie's arms. The after-shocks of 
her first orgasm where still running through her, making her 
almost painfully sensitive, and she was beginning to wonder if 
she'd survive the repeat that Jackie seemed determined to force 
from her. She twisted, but her eyes remained fixed on the image 
in front of her.

There was no sound coming from the screen, but she could see that 
they were shouting now. The expressions on their faces were 
ecstatic. They'd never looked like that with *her*, a nasty voice 
in the back of her mind said. Then Vic spasmed and she saw him 
climax into Mac's hand. Mac froze, other than his still-pumping 
hips, then he collapsed on top of Vic, seemingly in slow motion.

LiAnn came again, praying that it was the last time, and slumped 
back into Jackie's arms.

Thankfully, the blonde pulled her hand from between LiAnn's legs, 
an act that was almost painful at this point. She raised it up 
and ran her fingers over LiAnn's lips, smearing them with the 
same fluid she could now feel running down the insides of her 
thighs.

"Taste yourself," Jackie urged, still rubbing her fingers across 
LiAnn's lips. "You taste *so* sweet."

Purely on instinct, LiAnn opened her mouth and let Jackie slip 
her fingers in. She ran her tongue over them, then sucked. Jackie 
was wrong: It wasn't sweet, but it wasn't unpleasant. She'd never 
tasted it before. She sucked a little harder and Jackie growled. 
Suddenly, she was released, then strong hands spun her around.

Jackie pulled her tight again and kissed her. Hard. She 
responded, almost against her will, despite being unsure how to 
react to the set of large, very female breasts pressing against 
her own. Even through several layers of fabric, she could feel 
how hard Jackie's nipples were, and she found it... intriguing.

Then Jackie released her again, and she stumbled backwards.

Jackie slid off the desk and straightened her suede mini-skirt. 
Her eyes were slightly glazed, her face flushed and she was 
breathing heavily. It wasn't hard to see why men found her so 
attractive. Suddenly realizing what *she* must look like, LiAnn 
pulled her panties up and her skirt down, then straightened her 
top.

"So," Jackie said huskily. "My place?"

"Your place?" LiAnn echoed, still a little dazed by everything 
that had happened.

"Yeah. I've got this strap-on dildo you're going to *love*."

"What?" It came out more a squeak than anything else.

"Oh, yeah," Jack said, her hips swaying as she moved closer. 
"C'mon, LiAnn, stop being vanilla. Other flavors are so much more 
fun. After all, how long has it been since someone fucked you 
until you screamed?"

Never, the little voice in her head said. So why not go for it? 
She was a little surprised to realize that the voice sounded an 
awful lot like the Director. She was even more surprised to find 
that she was tempted. *Very* tempted.

Jackie grinned. "And then," she said seductively, "you can fuck 
me until *I* scream."

All the air whooshed out of LiAnn's lungs, and she stepped 
forward once, then again. Jackie backed towards the door, then 
turned and ran.

LiAnn froze, wondering what the hell she was doing. Was she 
really going to do this?

She turned and looked at the screen again. There was Mac and Vic, 
the two men she had thought of as her personal property, cuddled 
together on the living room carpet in Vic's apartment, exchanging 
soft kisses. It was a very sweet image, but she felt a flash of 
anger. Not only had they not waited, they hadn't even *told* her. 
Something this important, and they had kept it hidden from her.

Well, they weren't the only ones who could find someone else, she 
thought spitefully, imagining their faces if they found out she'd 
had sex with Jackie. The image was very appealing. The perfect 
revenge.

"Are you coming?" Jackie called from down the stairs.

LiAnn turned away from the screen and headed for the door. "Yes," 
she called out. "I certainly plan to," she added to herself.

She was looking forward to making Jackie scream, all right.

>>>~~~<<<

The Director leaned forward, eyes on the screen where LiAnn was 
disappearing from view, a thoughtful expression on her face. She 
ejected the tape that had recorded the entire scene and put it on 
her... private shelf.

"Now, this is interesting," she said to herself, reaching to turn 
the monitor off. "Not quite what I expected. But Jackie did a 
very nice job. Certainly deserving of her reward."

Her expression turned sly as she settled back. " And once LiAnn 
is properly primed, the real fun can start. I look forward to 
that."

THE END

(for now)