The Agents

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. This work is copyrighted by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This is the continuing adventure of Hannah Todd. I would strongly recommend you read at least some of “The Bridge,” “Badass,” “The Auction,” “Simon,” “Doyle,” and “Todd’s Odds” which provide the backstory for most of the characters in this story. And if you’ve been reading me, thank you for your continued support. Your comments are priceless, so please leave your wisdom so I might improve my writing and your reading experience.

The Agents – Part Nine

The next morning it was like a zoo at my house. It was so crazy that I had Duane put two extra guards, the kid-friendly ones, on duty. Monday was to be Labor Day, so I decided to invite the Lawrences to my place for the holiday, along with some of the neighbors; the Tuttlehills, the Chus and the Untermyers, and such. I was calling Larry, so, even though Linnie was at my place, I would extend the invite to him. A very special invite.

“Larry, it’s me, Hannah. How’s it going?”

“Extremely busy, Hannah. How can I help you?”

“Larry, Linnie is up here and we’ve taken care of some trust business for the kids. I wanted to invite you and the kids to a cookout at my place on Labor Day. In case you were too busy to notice, that’s this coming Monday. Please don’t tell me you have meetings on Labor Day. I won’t hear of it. As one of your biggest clients, I insist you make an appearance. There are important things I need to discuss with you that can only be done in person.”

“Hannah Todd, you have a way of leaving me with no choice. Of course I’ll come.”

“Good. I want you here Sunday for dinner and then sleep over through Monday, and we’ll get you all home on Monday night. If that’s what you wish.”

“Sunday night? I don’t think…”

“I’m holding your family ransom until that time. Understood?”

“But, Hannah?”

“No ‘buts,’ and no ‘no’s.’ Dinner, Sunday. I’ll see you then.”

*Click*

Linnie was on the phone to the firm, sitting in my office, catching up due to her absence. Her associate had left and was heading back to the city with the necessary paperwork to get the trusts started.

When she got off the phone, I pulled her aside. “Linnie, you’re taking the weekend off and staying up here with me. I just spoke to Larry, and he will be up here Sunday for dinner. You will be staying over through Monday and we’ll see if we can address some issues that are plaguing you. I will not see my Linnie suffer. If you need to do some work, take my office. Holly will get you set up and make sure you have everything you need. Patrice is around and I’m sure she is as capable as anyone at the Lawrence Firm.”

“Oh, Hannah, you needn’t…”

“Oh, yes, I do. Just take it easy this weekend, and the Queen Bee is going to set everything straight.”

“Hannah, it’s too much. You needn’t…”

“Enough about what I need not do. It’s done and I won’t take any backtalk from you. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Better. Now, why don’t you go get into one of my bathing suits and let’s go down and lounge in the pool house.”

“With this fat froggy body? No more bathing suits for this girl.”

“Now stop it. You’ve got a lovely figure but a bad attitude.”

“I have a mom-body and now my husband doesn’t want me anymore.”

“Hey. Listen darlin’, I want that body. Didn’t I prove it last night? After five babies don’t you think I have a mom-bod? You don’t see that holding me back. Duane’s on permanent notice that if he don’t put out, there are a hundred guys in the wings waitin’ on this old bod.”

“But Hannah, you’re so much prettier than…”

“Don’t you dare, Linnie Lawrence. I will smack you down if you try to pull the ugly card on me. Now come here, you.”

And I pulled her into me and gave her a big kiss on the lips. It caught her by surprise.

“And I don’t kiss ugly girls, Linnie. So, come on. Come up and let’s throw our suits on and go out to the pool. Unless you have some urgency at work.”

Linnie made a phone call to her assistant and told her that she is not to be disturbed until four and then she is off for the weekend. I’d made my point, and I had Linnie eating out of my hand from then on.

Duane had been making the rounds at clients’ homes in the neighborhood but came home around three to say that he was in vacation mode and the only thing he’d be doing is sitting back by the pool and drinking beers and sipping Scotch. Herman and Peggy would be up on Monday, so he’d have his favorite drinking buddy around. Not that he wasn’t always around.

Lizzie was to be with us for the weekend, and with Bertha doing so much food prep for the kids, there being eight this weekend, including her Ellie and Linnie’s two, Lizzie picked up Chinese food for the adults and bigger kids on the way from Chinatown.

Lizzie pulled up at the house around five. The kids, as they always do, ran to her before she exited the car. When she opened the door, the smell of Chinese food consumed the oxygen and my dear friend begged to eat now as she was famished due to taking the hour – long ride with the delicious smells of her favorite food.

After dinner came showers and pajamas, and we were going to watch a movie in the family room. It would be a standing room only crowd as Bertha and Mac joined us for dinner, and Mac hung out with Duane for beers.

The movie was a kids comedy, and when the laughs started to turn into snores, we took them each upstairs and bedded them down. Celeste was the last to fall, and Duane carried her upstairs behind Holly and gently placed her into her bed. Becca and Aggie would be with us the entire weekend, given all the extra little ones. Lizzie, Linnie and I took over my bedroom for the night, and banished Duane to one of the guest rooms, where he took the bottle of Scotch, and a book he wanted to finish.

We three girls got into our pajamas and headed for the lanai, where Lizzie presented us with a nice fat joint. And I don’t mean the kind that resides between a man’s legs. Linne was reluctant, but Lizzie embarrassed her into it. “C’mon, Linnie,” Lizzie said, “when are you gonna get a chance like this again?” Linnie hit the joint. Then, when we passed it back around to her, she hit it harder.

When we finished the joint and our drinks, it was hot tub time again. Just the three of us. After hitting that joint for the last time we dragged ourselves upstairs and stripped down and jumped into the tub. Of the three of us, Lizzie was the most buff. “Boy,” Linnie said. “I wish I had your body, Liz.”

“Linnie, you can have my body any day you want it. How about tonight? I’d just love to get a slice of that pie.”

“You can’t mean it. I look like a frog!”

“Oooh,” Lizzie said. “Frog legs are some of my favorites. Tastes like chicken, smells like fish.”

We three got a good laugh out of that. And Lizzie grabbed Linnie’s left foot and started to give her one of her patented foot rubs. One that never stops at the ankles. Nor the knees.

When Lizzie finished with the left foot, she went to the right and started to rub. “I’m starting to believe you have a foot fetish, Lizzie,” I said. “It…”

“And you think that’s the only fetish I have? Talk to the girls down at Cramps. I think they keep a list.”

Again, we laughed our asses off. The pot didn’t hurt.

Lizzie was the first out of the tub, and she held out a towel for Linnie. Linnie exited the tub and Lizzie threw a towel around her, then drew her into her. She turned her, dropped the towel and then stuck her tongue down Linnie’s throat. My attorney took it well and kissed her back.

“Alright,” I said. “Everyone dry off and get under the covers. No pajamas tonight. At least not for now.”

We all got into bed and Lizzie started making out with Linnie. Linnie bought into it and kissed her back. Then I grabbed her from behind and started making out with her myself. She did not take exception to it. In fact, she doubled down. That’s when Lizzie and I moved down and attacked her tits. Kissing, sucking, licking, pinching. Even a little love bite or two. Again, no resistance, so we kept on going. That is when we made the move.

Lizzie grabbed her by the hands and pulled her up off the bed to a standing position. I got on my knees in front of Linnie and Lizzie got on her knees behind her. Lizzie started rimming Linnie and I started eating her pussy. The old lesbian double team. Linnie was beside herself and did not know what to do. So she stood there and danced as we ministered to her needs.

“I’m going to come,” she said. “I-I-I…”

That’s when I grabbed a pillow and handed it to her to hold in front of her mouth so she wouldn’t wake the whole house up. At my house, the wrong scream from the wrong person at the wrong time could bring forth a host of armed bodyguards just when you don’t want to see them.

“Shhhh,” I whispered. “Hold this up to your mouth and scream into it. Save us a lot of embarrassment. And she did. On both counts.

Linnie came. Boy, did she come. It was wet; it was messy, and Linnie fell off her feet from the sheer explosion that happened at her core. It was a good thing we were holding onto her hips or she may have fallen to the floor in a heap.

We guided her to the bed where she calmed down after a few and we led her to the shower. All three of us got in and cleaned up our mess. Then we did our nightly routines and jumped into bed. Prudent that we had done our business away from the bed so there was no wet spot. With the three of us occupying the bed there would be no room for one. We put our jammies back on and were out like a light in minutes.

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Sunday afternoon, Larry showed up for dinner and to be with his family. He’d worked through the weekend until Sunday at noon when he headed to our place.

I hadn’t seen Larry for some time, and he looked like a shadow of his former self. His eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like he’d lost about twenty pounds. And he didn’t have twenty pounds to lose. He was exhausted, and I was glad that one of his bodyguards had driven him, or he may have fallen asleep at the wheel.

Linnie immediately attacked him, in a good way, when he walked through the kitchen door. She threw her arms around him and held onto him as if she would fall if she didn’t. Monique broke away from the other kids to give her dad a big hug and kiss. “Hey, sunshine. How’s my girl?”

“I miss you, daddy. I love you.”

“Well, I’m here now, my princess.”

“But are you here for me?” Linnie said.

“Always and forever. We should talk.” And he handed Monique to me, and the two of them went outside and took a walk around the property. But they were not arm in arm. Trouble in paradise? Not if I can help it.

As they walked, I watched. For the first few minutes they walked side by side, but not touching. Then they stopped and looked at each other, continuing to talk. Then he put his arms around her and drew her in. Much like I do with my Duane, she slumped into him, and he gave her a kiss. Not a long, protracted one, but a quick, gentle kiss on the lips.

They kept walking, and she was holding onto his arm as they walked. When they got closer to the house, they were hand in hand, and Linnie was smiling. It was a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless. I watched the entire thing, and it appeared that progress was being made.

Labor Day was being catered, except for the burgers and dogs which Bertha and Duane would be cooking. So Bertha put her all into a great dinner for Sunday night, in honor of our special guest, Mark Lawrence. Fettucine Alfredo with chicken and broccoli and a side salad. The kids ate in the dining room and we adults ate in the kitchen. Becca and Aggie sat with and served the kids. We drank wine and had a few laughs. The Lawrences were getting along splendidly.

After dinner, the big kids had tablet time, and the little ones watched cartoons in the family room. By eight o’clock, all the kids were down for the count and the adults got some down time.

Larry, Duane and Mac decided to play some cards with a couple of the guards. We girls went out to the lanai and smoked a joint. More to lighten up Linnie than to get us high, although that works too.

Without solicitation, Linnie told us how things went with Larry. She felt that he was suffering from burnout, and he had all the signs. Linnie said he’d been terribly irritable and was not sleeping well. His appetite was failing and he just spent days withdrawn from his staff and friends. He knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what to do about it. He had lost all interest in sex, and that is what hit Linnie the hardest.

During their walk, he admitted all of this to his wife, and he even shed a few tears along the way. A lot of people depend on Larry and he was feeling the weight of the world on him, with no escape. Tonight, Linnie would take him by the hand and provide that escape.

I made a quick call to the Stottsville Inn, and found they had two open rooms. So I booked the better of the two and sent Larry and Linnie packing, with instructions to show up early on Labor Day for a fun day of feasting and playing. Until then, we had the kids.

The rest of us, Holly, Lizzie and I, the Bridge girls, just hung out on the lanai and smoked another joint. That is until the poker game broke up and Duane came to fetch me. I just love it when he fetches me. It’s so… fetching.

We spent a little less than an hour playing hide the penis, and went to sleep. Holly and Lizzie spent the night together. Catching up… If you know what I mean.

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Labor day was a blast. The weather was beautiful, and our guests were all folks we considered family at this point, which, of course, included my brother-in-law and his little family. Of my A-team, I only invited Dom, Hoagie, Alec and their families, as well as Avi and his fiancé, Rachel and Ronnie and Caroline, of course. Holly’s and my parents came, as well as our favorite neighbors. Including the Tuttlehills. For the first time since Ava’s return from Europe, it would be all four together.

Ava, formerly Alvin, had undergone a full transformation from man, to crossdresser, to transexual, to woman. After two years of procedures and therapy and having undergone both top and bottom surgery, Alvin had reached his dream of being a free, independent and rich as hell bitch. On top of all that, he was drop-dead gorgeous. He was built great and would never betray what he had been in his past lifetime – a geeky tech wizard with a penchant for subjugation. Now she was a relatively tall brunette with a wiggle when she walked. She showed up in a bikini and cover up and boy, did she turn heads. She was built, and she was buff. For a girl.

Gloria, the wife, still loved Ava, despite the transformation, and the couple was in the habit of sleeping together at times when she wasn’t shacking up with Rapper and Ava wasn’t catting around looking for action. They even had sex on occasion.

Harriet and Kimmie accepted Ava as their second mother, and loved her no less after losing their father figure. With all the bodyguards around and the long-term love affair between their mother and Rapper Malone they had plenty of men in their lives to demonstrate what a good man is. We controlled the bodyguards minding the Tuttlehill property and family, so only the best men were sent to do that job.

Harriet, the Olympic swimmer, had no problem with her father’s transition at all. She had already seen him in a dress and knew of his proclivities. Her extremely close relationship with her best girlfriend, Hilly, who was with us this holiday, bespoke her acceptance of the LGBTQ community, as a closeted member herself. At least that’s what Lizzie and I thought. And Lizzie has gaydar for miles and is seldom wrong.

Bertha, on her last trip out to the farms, brought back fifteen pounds of chuck which she ground and made enough patties for even more people than we invited. She and Duane manned the grills and Bertha made burgers and Duane made the hot dogs. Our caterers kept the fryer going and French fries were going even faster than the meat. They also took over my kitchen and made Mac and Cheese, ratatouille and salads. For four straight hours we ate, played and relaxed.

Duane and Ronnie were just wrapping up a card game with Herman, Rapper, Mac and Ava. Her skills as a card player were just as great as the tech skills she had that made her billions of dollars, and she took the final pot, beating all players hands down. When they left the table I knew our holiday was coming to an end, and everyone gathered to say goodbye and head home. And for the first time in days only the Royce/Todd/Bernstein family was left to mellow out together as a family.

Aggie and Becca would both be spending the night, so Duane and I decided to go to his place for a nightcap. You know… a nightcap. So, right after the kids hit the sack, we jumped on Duane’s motorcycle and off we went to Coatesville. Verrrrry stimulating. Danny and one of the other bodyguards followed us, as best they could. Fortunately, Danny knew the way to Duane’s.

Well, between what was going on in my mind and the thrumming of the bike against my core, I was pretty wet and more than ready for anything with this handsome hunk of a man. Inside the garage, and before we could even get into the house, he started making out with me.

“If you’re trying to get me warmed up, my man, you’re too late. I’m already hot to trot. Let’s get to steppin’. Mama needs something big and black and she needs it now.”

He lifted me up and carried me into the house and up the stairs, kissing me all the while. He never tumbled and he never fumbled, he got straight to business. He ripped his tee shirt over his head and threw it to the corner of the room. By the time he started unzipping his shorts, I had my tee shirt and bra off and was sliding down my shorts as well.

This was not going to be a soft, cuddly, quiet love making session. This was going to be some great fucking. Like a two-person orgy we would make all the moves and hit all the marks.

He started by grabbing my thighs, pulling them apart and sticking his tongue down my twat. So began the dance. A love dance that lasted a good half hour to forty minutes. When Duane gets going he is relentless. We started in the missionary position, but that didn’t last long, taking us to the doggy style and cowgirl positions and then back to a modified missionary position where we finished. Me with my third orgasm and him with his one big climax.

Instead of pulling out, Duane sat up on the bed and I wrapped my legs around him, still joined at the crotch. We petted and made out until he regained his strength and his BBC came back to full strength and full length. From there we just made out and he pumped me slowly and gently. I couldn’t get enough.

We humped each other for about another twenty minutes when Duane lifted me up, laid me on my back and started to pound me with that weapon of his. I practically lost my breath from his ministrations. Call them manistrations if you will.

“Oh, Duane. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me harder.” And he did. It was as if he lost his mind; he pounded me so hard. But I had no objections until I came one final time and squirted all over the place. He followed moments later, screaming out “I love you, Hannah Todd.”