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Queen of Diamonds(α0 and Ava)

AlphaZero

AlphaZero

Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
Joined
Aug 4, 2013
Jack Harper stood in the darkened room, a man in his early thirties with short cropped sandy colored hair and bright green eyes. The sleeves of his shirt where rolled up, exposing the heavily muscled and tattoo covered forearms. A leather shoulder rig was pulled over his shirt, a heavy caliber semi automatic tucked into it.

He rubbed as his square, heavily stubbed jaw with one calloused hand, watching through the one way glass at the woman sitting in the room on the other side. The most notorious jewel thief in the world sat at the cheap wooden table, the leather cutsuit she had been wearing at the time of her arrest doing little to conceal just how attractive she was.

Jack moved from the observation room, out into the adjoining hallway and into the interrogation room. They had set a trap for her and waited, knowing full well she'd take the bait, and now here she was.

"You know, I would expect a world famous master thief to be more aware of a trap when she sees one." he said entering the room, taking a seat at the table across from her and setting a folder down between them.
 
Gabriella may have not thought everything through this night. Maybe she should have held off on the several shots she had beforehand. Of course she was a pitcher deep in beer when she got the news of the Radiant red gem of the Queen of England stashed on exhibit in the museum, none too far away.

The thought of how it all went down actually made her laugh. And now here she sat in an orange suit at an interrogation table. "Bravo, you caught me. Now what?" She uttered to the person she knew had to be watching her behind the glass. Long slender legs adorned her sexy body. A taut and flexible body was a result and requirement for her desired 'profession'.

She sat back in her chair and wore a devilish smile as a stud of a man walked in. "Well, you caught me on my off day. Congratulations. Now what? Are you going to spank me? Put me in time out?"

Devilish green eyes sparkled as she gazed across the table. Often she wore wigs when out in public. Scouting out new gems to add to her collection. However now they got a glimpse of her natural self. A head of long flaming red ringlets cascaded down the soft creamy skin of her shoulders and some over the voluptuous breasts that caught more than their fair share of attention.
 
The idea of giving her a spanking was an idea that he didn't find unappealing at all. But it was something they would probably both enjoy way too much and business had to come first.

"Nothing so boring as time out."

The folder was flipped open and slid a photo of an older man with grey hair and a well trimmed beard across the table to her, "Roland Dedrich. Former east German operative now a terrorist for hire. We have reliable intel that he has recently been hired to assassinate this man." He flung another photo across the table, a middle eastern man with a blubus nose, "Almad Al-Samad, currently a central figure in the push for peace between Iran and the US. The agency requires someone to get into Dedrich's good graces and stop him from making the hit."

Jack reached into the break pocket of his shirt and pulled out a package of cigarettes, firing on up before setting the pack on the table top.
 
Emerald eyes looked down upon the desk top where the file was flung and the black and white pictures were revealed to her. On and on she listened waiting for the punch line to this joke. A genuine laugh sounded from her lips. "Seriously? All you need is a pretty face and you chose me?" She was connoisseur of her trade, solely entailing gems.

Mind you she's charmed her way past many, both male and female, but to be asked to aide in such a conquest was something she'd never imagined. "So... what your saying is, you want me to charm my way into this... Dedrich's good graces and magically change his mind? First... what's in it for me?"

She eyed the buff male as he smoked in front of her. Ideas of just taking him on the table danced in her head, but that was for another time. "No female agents available on hand?" She just had to know, why? Of course she was going to take this chance. It would make it far easier for her to escape than behind bars.
 
"Dedrich is a collector of rare antiquities, the rarer the better."

A brochure came out of the folder, an info packet showcasing an exhibit of treasures of the ancient world and the crowning piece of the exhibit was the jeweled crown of the last king of Sumeria, "He wants this for his collection. You are going to pluck this little beauty from the British museum, knick this little beauty and from there buy our way into his good graces."

A brow was cocked and Jack shot a smirk her way, "You do this, get in, stop Dedrich and find out who hired him. You get your record wiped clean."
 
That sounds fairly simple since normally I would nothing to do with you guys and me getting caught has never been heard of." She looked at the brochure and the piece was stunning and more than enough to entice her. Of course her eyes were ripped from the paper and looked up at him as he mentioned a clean slate for her. It was a sorely tempting idea.

The woman had stored away enough money to live several comfortable lives. None of which could be legally seized from her. Her manicured fingers rapped upon the old wooden table top as she pondered and weighed out the options. "If you insist.... I guess I could do this." Her cocky attitude coming into play and a slick smile tugging at one of the corners of her lips.

"So it will just be me? No one else?" This was a lot of faith to give a thief. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be that easy.
 
"Sorry sweetheart, the agency ain't about to let a thief off the leach to do so as she sees fit."

A hand was extended across the table to her, "Jack Harper. I'll be acting as your partner, your handler and your requisitions officer. You and me are going to go running around the world hunting terrorists for awile."

Jack pushed back on the heels of his cowboy boots, showing a smirk of his own. They where going to be spending alot of time together in the agency's oh so posh safe houses. Who knew what could happen, but maybe he'd get to put those king sized beds the main bedroom had to good use.
 
Of course it was too good to be true. She looked at the hot stranger as he extended his hand and began introducing himself. When he was done with his, seemingly rehearsed introduction she caved and shook his hand and stood up from her chair. "They could have chosen worse and how could I possible say no?" It was damn near impossible to tell if she was being genuine or sarcastic.

"Well... I would love to help you, but I think it would be pretty obvious with me in this orange suit, so maybe I can get my clothes back and we can get down to capturing the bad guy. Of course I'm going to need more of my personal belongings. And... out of curiosity, just where am I sleeping tonight?" She couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole.
 
"We have arranged a change of clothes that should fit. Any equipment you need, give me a list and I will arrange for it to be delivered once we arrive at the London safe house."

Jack pushed himself to his feet, "We have a private plane on standby outside, you'll have to get some sleep on there. There's a shower on board if you feel you need it along with the clothes we arranged will also be there." He flipped the folder closed and dropped his cigarette into a plastic cup on the table and it fizzeled as it hit the water inside.
 
Already she felt stifled, but she had to go along with it. "Well, what are we waiting for. Let's get this show on the road." Of course she couldn't take the lead and it was no surprise that she had to be escorted to the private plan with a few more people, but apparently it was just as he said. Him and her, and of course the pilots.

She was rather surprised at the luxury of the plane itself. The amenities it offered were stunning and for a moment she wondered if they had boarded the wrong plane. She was shown to the closet that held her wardrobe and it was far from a disappointment. She snagged a black pencil flared skirt that managed to make it down to the middle of her thighs and a white button up collared short sleeve shirt with enough buttons undone to give a sneak peak to her goodies. A pair of knee high black boots were grabbed and she looked around. "Is there only one shower?" She asked inquisitively.
 
"Just the one, and no real bed space aside from a couple of sofas, but they're comfy enough to snag a few hours of shut eye on during the flight." he said shrugging off his holster and hanging it off a light fixture on the planes wall before settling down on one of the couches and stretching out, kicking his boots off and folding his hands behind his head.

There where things about his job he loved, the action, the excitement, getting to blow holes in bad guy who threatened world peace and blowing things up. Those where the things he was REALLY good at. The part where he had to spend several hours on a plane waiting to get to the place where he got to do the fun stuff? Not so good at that part but he made due.

It was hard for him to gauge exactly how the whole op was going to work out with the hottie in the shower on board, but only time was really going to tell.
 
The shower was nice. Especially after such a hell of a night. The flight was certainly going to be a long one, but she would be damned if it was going to be boring. She wanted to get to know her new 'partner'. Such a thought made her want to laugh, but she didn't. The woman had always gone solo. Never one to even think of pairing up with someone. It just wasn't in her nature. So she dried herself off with her hair still damp. Rather than the outfit she picked, she slipped on a pair of deep purple laced panties and a white form fitting wife beater. It was what she usually wore when getting comfortable. Half the time she wouldn't wear anything above the waist, but this time she made an exception.

She wandered back into the main area of the plane and sat herself upon him as though he were an actual part of the sofa. Sitting her backside over his groin. "So... we have a few hours to kill, do you plan on sleeping the entire time?"
 
A sudden weight applied to him stirred him from the light sleep he had fallen into. "Fastest way to pass the time on a plane" he replied, shifting slightly, rubbing up against her as he moved.

Jack opened one eye and felt himself stiffen at the sight of her parked ontop of him dressed as she was. One hand slid from behind his head and slowly he walked his fingers along her exposed thigh before reaching her waist band and tugged playfully at it, "There are other things that can be done to take up some of the time though.

If this was going where he thought it was, this assignment could turn out to be alot more fun then he had first imagined.
 
The sly vixen stood up and looked down at the muscular and heavily tattooed male as he brought up such a tantalizing idea. The thought had obviously run through her head and her choice of clothing was obviously a sign of that. "Naughty, naughty agent. Fornicating with a thief under your watch? Now what would your boss say?"

She grabbed the hem of her top and slipped it up and over her head before tossing it aside. Her voluptuous breasts on display for him to see. "Believe it or not, I'm not a member of the Mile High Club yet. And I'm always one for new things. You're not bad looking either..."
 
The sight of those gorgeous globes caused him to stiffen more, his erection plainly visible straining against the fabric of pants. He swung himself into a proper sitting position, feet planted firmly on the cabin's plush carpet. "You're not too shabby yourself." he replied, trying to play it cool and pretend he was less aroused then he really was, and failing at it.

His fingers swiftly worked the buttons on his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a collection of other tattoos and scars covering his upper body before undoing his pants and kicking them aside, stripped down to his boxers which his cock had done a good job of pitching a tent in.
 
Gabby closed the gap between the two of them. Her hands ghosting over his chest as though she were trying to memorize each tattoo. Her hand snaked lower and slid past the waistband of his boxers. Slender, manicured fingers wrapped themselves around his instantly impressive girth before freeing his cock from its cloth prison.

"Oh my, look at the heat you're packing. I'm surprised they let you on the plane with this." She teased in her smart ass tone. She sat up and slid her panties down sexy legs and tossed them aside. Her hairless sex more than aching for some attention. "Well, let's kill some time big boy...."
 
"Special licence to carry." he muttered in response to her joke as he reached out and clasped those perfectly formed and firm ass cheeks of her, pulling her towards him, his face perfectly level with her mound.

One hand guided a leg up and draped it over his shoulder before he leaned in more, breathing deep of her sent, letting her feel the warmth of his breath against her folds before running a finger teasingly along her lower lips.

With ease Jack's index finger slid into her, his thumb and middle finger parting her pink folds to expose the swollen nub of her clit to his lips and tongue. He sucked at her, savoring her flavor. He loved eating pussy and the taste of hers was something to be savored.
 
He actually managed to make her laugh. Not an easy feat for someone to do. The size of his hands became more apparent as he grabbed at her ass and pulled her closer. One hand held onto the nape of his neck as he draped one of her legs over his shoulder. This was a great teaser for her.

The warmth of his breath spilling onto the sensitive skin of her sex in a torturous manner. His finger pierced her and she moaned softly, barely audible. Her free hand caressed at the stubble along his jaw line. She loved the feeling of it on her skin. Even more so when it touched placed you wouldn't expect it to touch. Her back... shoulders... torso... breasts...

"Oh Jack..." She moaned softly as he lapped the the juices he had her flowing. Her hips slowly moving as though she were trying to fuck his face. She choked back a moan as his skilled tongue and fingers worked their magic. It had been quite some time since she'd had such treatment, she she was enjoying it immensely. After all... they had quite a bit of time to kill.
 
Lips and fingers switched places, his tongue slithering into her velvet passage wile his fingers rubbed, squeezed and tugged at her nub. He pushed her face further into her sex, his nose brushing against her clit.

A hand still on her ass Jack brought it back, delivering several firm, open handed slaps to her cheek before cradling it and teasing her puckered hole with the tip of a finger.

Jack's senses where blinded with lust now, the taste of her juices a drug he needed more of has he continued to lap at her like his life depended on it.
 
Gabby was awe struck. This was no teaser, but one hell of a prequel performance. The stinging heated slaps planted on her ass made her juices flow even more. That tongue. Dear Heavens that tongue worked wonders and had the knee she was standing with, growing weak. Her breathing was heavy and she had to lean her head back a few times and close her eyes with a moan as he tongue fucked her.

He had her panting and moaning. Fuck it, it the pilot heard, then good for him, but she wasn't holding anything back. "O-Oh G-God..." She managed to utter before he had her cumming in the fit of her first orgasm of this flight. And what had better not be her last. Her heart was pounding and she moaned through the entire thing. The nails of one hand sinking into the skin of his shoulder as her body tensed from the pleasure. "We're going to have to do that again, before this flight ends, handsome. Your turn..." She removed her leg from over his shoulder and got on her knees between his legs. Her tongue drawing a line from the base of his cock to the arched tip of his well endowed cock. Inch after marble hard inch disappeared past her lips and slowly got lodged in the tight confines of her throat before she began sucking him off.
 
Jack let out a low groan of as her tongue ran along the ten inches of hard cock meat that seemed to be growing harder by the instant.

A hand went to the back of her head, holding it firmly in place wile be brought his hips up to meet her lips, forcing the full length of his cock down her tight throat, positioning in and out as he fucked her throat, forcing her to gag on him, "Fuckin suck that cock." he glowered. If this arrangement was going to keep up then this was defiantly going to an assignment worth his time.
 
He was no softie and that actually turned her on immensely. He knew what he wanted and he took it. She felt her throat slowly stretching to accommodate the sheer length and girth of his member as it began pistoing in and out of her gullet.

Never giving it a moment to actually adjust, causing her to gag on his cock. Her tongue dancing at the saliva slicked flesh of his meat stick. Her sex dripping with the juices of her own arousal between her legs. His growling tone got her heated all over. Such and animal.
 
Jack pulled away from her throat, smacking her across each cheek with his rod before pulling back on her hair, forcing her to look him in the eye, "You like the way I fuck your throat?" he growled, never breaking eye contact.

He reached down with his free hand, slapping one of her tits, the sound of flesh on flesh resonating through the small cabbing, "Put those tits to work bitch, make me cum."
 
Gabriella sounded a disappointed whimper as he withdrew from her throat. The pulling her hair causing he nipples to get as hard as diamonds out of arousal. Her body betraying her every single way it could. She wasn't going to answer him. They both new the answer. A gasp got hitched in her throat as he slapped one of her tits.

She licked her lips in a sexy manner before she sandwiched his cock between two firm globes of flesh and began stroking his cock. Her tongue stick out and lapping at the head of his cock just waiting for that explosion. And to thing, they hadn't even gotten to the main course yet.
 
Jack's breathing came out faster and harder as he could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Yeah...work tits..." he groaned, his head rolling back and resting against the couch, his eyes closing as he lost himself to the pleasure.

His breathing became harder, he was on the brink now, his cock twitching and pulsing, "Oh god...gonna..." he didn't finish his sentence before his cock erupted, coating his face with his hot, thick cream.
 
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