Barracuda... Desire\'s Foe

Barracuda… Desire’s Foe.
By Lady Sophia.

Chapter 1: Hot and Humid

The intensity of the sun was overwhelming, and the 98° weather was making his white dress shirt and black pants unbearably sticky and uncomfortable. Shading his eyes with his tan hand, he stared at the dusty highway and city beyond. From where he stood he viewed the 101 highway which was jam packed as usual, and the distant Hollywood sign which represented the coveted glamour of California. Yet today no Tinsel town magic was apparent on this barren Wednesday where no customers gave a damn about used cars - just getting out of the sweltering sunlight.

Understandable, but annoying. During his “night job” the evening before, there were some minor complications. The night went long, and he only got an hour of sleep… Only so he could groggily wake up to endure another dusty day as another grinning salesman. He should have taken the day off.

Turning on his heal to enter the main office of the dealership, his shoes crunched on the gravel, and his long chestnut braid whipped in the warm wind. Suddenly, he heard a car approaching and entering the parking lot. Almost frustrated at the interruption, he turned his head.

A shiny, top of the line black old school mustang took one of the front parking spots. The engine was cut, and the door opened. His jaw dropped. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life was stepping out of the vehicle. One slim, luscious leg at a time.

She had long, flowing golden hair that whipped in the hot air, and she was blessed with a curvaceous body with breasts that were large and supple. They were almost busting from the strapless red mini dress that clung to her like a second skin, and matching that she wore high heels with straps that wrapped around her ankles. Her dress could easily pass for a shirt, but he wasn’t complaining. Her long, tan arms reached up to brush a hand through her silky tendrils, and also to adjust the black leather purse that hung beside her hip. He hoped she couldn’t notice him drooling.

Maybe he was hallucinating... After all, he hadn’t had a drink of water since that morning…. And those breasts… they were unbelievably succulent looking… Well, whatever. She was amazing, and dreaming or not, he wasn’t about to turn his head or hungry gaze.

The goddess sauntered up to him, and slowly removed her black sunglasses to reveal bright aquamarine eyes. Her full lips said to him in a voice like honey, “Excuse me, but I would like to speak to you…” She looked at the man inquiringly.

Distracted by the woman’s jaw dropping appearance he barley stuttered out, “Uh – Maxwell, Duo Maxwell.”

She met his violet eyes, licked her lips slowly, and then said, “Well… Mr. Maxwell… I would like to speak to you about purchasing a car at an affordable price.”

For a moment he was caught from his dazed train of thought and looked at her baffled. “You – you just came here in a hot rod mustang... why another car…?

She smirked at him in a way he found nothing short of seductive, and said calmly, “Oh, that’s just a friend’s.”

“Oh, right. Well… what do you have in mind? Um… Miss…?”

In a breathy voice she replied, “Barton. Relena Barton. I was thinking about anything long that moves rather… fast. I like my rides fast….”

Did she just say what he thought she said? After a large gulp he said, “We, uh, have the um, cars that are, well, good. And…”

Relena look past him to a Ford truck that was a glossy black and a 2001 model. She pointed to it and asked, “What about this one?”

“Ah, yes, it has hardly any miles on it, is in great condition, and…”

He trailed off as she walked ahead of him and he noticed how her dress barley covered her tight, nicely formed ass. Once she reached the car she leaned over to peer within the back of the truck. That dress rose higher. Duo observed that either she was wearing a very thin G-string or nothing at all.

Relena looked back at him and he couldn’t help but notice how her breasts were barley covered… her nipples were hardened, and about to pop out from the top of the ruby red material. Oh God.

By now Duo had to admit his pants weren’t just uncomfortable because of the heat. He just prayed to God that Relena didn’t notice his… Object of discomfort.

Curiously she asked, “Am I allowed to get into the driver’s seat to check this thing out?”

“Uh… yeah. It should be unlocked, actually.”

She winked at him and said, “Good. I like it when things have easy access.”

The blonde beauty opened the door and climbed in gracefully. Once inside she left the door open, and positioned her legs open so one foot rested just above the gas and one above the break.

Suddenly, a pout formed on her succulent lips. “Mr. Maxwell, can you come over here a second?”

He could only obey. Soon he was standing right in the doorway, continually reminding himself to look at her angelic face and noting else in the downward direction.

“Yes, Miss Barton?”

“Well… I…”

“Yes?”

She quickly turned to face him and keeping her eyes unwaveringly on his she asked, “Can I please ask for a favor?”

Smoothly he said, “Anything to please you…”

Yes, to please her in all the right ways and in all the right places. Duo’s mind trailed off as he imagined sliding his fingers between Miss Barton’s legs and making her moan in delight. He imagined ripping off that poor excuse of a dress and slamming his cock right between her pulsing pussy and… Shaking his head of her dirty thoughts, Duo tried with all of his might to concentrate on only looking at her face.

“Alright… Well….” She suddenly looked away embarrassed.

He leaned in closer. He had a very nice view from his vantage point. God, her breasts were amazing….

“I’ll get the car, I don’t care, but… can we please go somewhere more private?” She turned to him slowly and with her right hand she took the brake in her hold, and started to run her hand up and down its length.

He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes! Was she hinting towards what he thought she was? “Uh… What?”

Relena looked at him coyly, and then moved herself around in the driver’s chair so she was facing him, sitting on the seat with her knees, legs spread. That dress sure was rising dangerously high. She pressed her womanly body against him, his hardness pressing tightly against her thigh. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I want you.”

That was enough reason for him.

He was stunned. And he could feel his anxious cock growing even longer and throbbing in need. She pressed her ruby red lips against his, and he almost died as her hot tongue broke through his lips and started to intimately explore his entire mouth. He pressed himself even harder against her. She broke away first but only to nibble on his bottom lip as she stared into his lustful eyes.

With a sexy bedroom voice she said, “Let’s go.”

He only nodded dazedly and silently helped her out of the vehicle. They quickly walked to the dealership, trying to be an inconspicuous as possible. As they entered the poorly air conditioned building, every man stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the sexy Relena. All she did was smile at them.

They walked down a small hallway to a door that read in bold letters, “DUO MAXWELL”. Duo basically slammed it open to reveal a room rather tidy apart from the table that was covered in files.

Once Duo shut the door he turned to face the woman he had met only about ten minutes earlier. Without hesitation they put their arms around one another and started to kiss passionately. One of her hands played with his long braid while the other lightly raked against his strong back. He kept one arm around her waist yet let another travel to her perfectly rounded ass, and slowly he began to reach beneath the red material and he squeezed her softly. Yep, no panties.

Before he knew what was happening, Relena was guiding him to the carpeted floor and her curvaceous body was atop his. Their kissing continued as she skillfully set down her black purse, removed his tie, and then began to unbutton his white dress shirt. She also started to rock her body against his firm cock which made him growl. She made sure their contact reached right up her dress and he could already feel her juicing in sheer arousal through his pants. He slyly started to reach his right hand in between her silky legs to her awaiting pussy.

Relena’s body turned rigid as she halted the kiss and her rocking to stare at him. She smiled devilishly and said sexily, “Oh, that waits for later…”

Duo was about to object, but as she slipped her dress down so her gigantic, round breasts were exposed to him, he had no complaints. With a throaty growl he turned her over so he was now towering over her, and he continued the rocking of his clothed cock against her honeyed pussy. He lowered his hot mouth to her large hardened nipples, and couldn’t stop thinking about how overjoyed he was to be doing this to a woman that could easily put any Victoria Secret model to shame.

To his pride, she began to moan and rock with him as he sucked, nibbled, and flicked his tongue over her fleshy mounds. He left his hands to fondle her breasts as his tongue started to explore the upper half of her stomach. Before he could tear off the small piece of material that was her dress, she regained control and flipped him over with strength it didn’t look like she possessed.

Relena ripped his belt from his pants and eagerly undid his zipper to reveal navy blue boxers. Beneath the boxers, his cock stood tall and impressive at a long length. She looked up at him impressed, and never letting her gaze waver from his, she started to softly stroke his stiff rod. He was growling in near agony – he wanted her damn it! He wanted to slam her pussy into orgasmic oblivion! Or… since her mouth was so conveniently southward…

“Oh… Oh… suck me Relena… Oh… God…!”

She licked her lips aggravatingly slowly – she was pushing him to the edge! Then she said in her sultry voice, “If you insist, Mr. Maxwell…”

Relena slowly reached for his boxers, and a tantalizing pace, removed them from his hot and bothered form. Duo almost exploded with excitement as she lowered her full, swollen lips to the tip of his extended member.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of his telephone burst through the thick, sweaty atmosphere.

Both of their bodies halted, and Relena’s aquamarine orbs looked at him questioningly. Duo knew he should get it – he was on the job – wouldn’t be good if he ignoit ait and someone found out he was fucking around instead of doing his actual job. Literally.

Pissed off and left hanging, he stood up and he went for the phone that was sitting on his paper covered desk. He glanced at Relena and gave her an apologetic look. She simply smiled, and started to massage her breasts as she tossed her neck back and moaned in wanting. A little bit of her silvery cum slid down her tan thigh to the floor.

Oh, how he desired to taste her sweetness...

Tearing his heavy gaze from the temptress, Duo angrily picked up the phone to hear his boss from his night job talking on the other line about the latest shipment. He turned so his back was to Relena, she was distracting him like crazy, and he walked away from his desk so she couldn’t hear what he was saying.

While he talked, Relena quickly stood up, adjusted her tiny dress, and silently walked to Duo’s office desk. With the grace and silence of a cat, she shuffled through the papers. Cars… Motors… Taxes… Post card… Reminders…. Nothing. Stealthily she opened the top drawer. Pencils… pens… white out… peanuts… key to a lock. Good.

Sure enough, the bottom drawer was locked and needed a key to open it. As Duo whispered on the phone, Relena looked through more files that soon caught her interest. ID… passport… record of weapon trade… Weapon trade! She smirked to herself. Easy.

There were lists of stolen weapons, delivery dates, order fo eve even some printed e-mails between Duo and a man named “Howard_69” that supported the OZ foundation. Simple.

Relena reached for her black purse and took out the small hand gun, her Preventer identification, and the Undercover Agent Search Warrant. She straitened her hair, and aimed her gun at Duo’s back. As if on cue, his phone conversation ended, and he turned back to her. He had to make a double take to see the beautiful blonde now in front of his naked form, clothend pnd pointing a gun right at his heart.

“What – WHAT THE HELL?”

Relena smirked and said in a stony tone, “Sorry Mr. Maxwell, but you had to know that one way or another we would catch on to you. Anyone that has to do with OZ always gets screwed.”

He noticed the pun and inwardly winced.

“What the hell is OZ? And do you really go around literally screwing people to arrest them, Miss Barton?” He gritted his teeth, and slowly reached down for his dress shirt so he’d have shinghing to cover himself with.

“I am Special Agent Relena Darlain, and you, Mr. Maxwell, are under arrest under terms and laws of the Preventers. You will go to New York with me so you can be rightfully punished for crimes in dealing illegal weaponry and battle arms. You can also call an attorney when we arrive there.”

“I don’t want an attorney – I want my clothes! Hey – what’s that about New York?”

Her aquamarine eyes that had once been warm were now stone cold as she demanded, “Get dressed. Now.”

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TBC

Discalimer: GW is not mine. This goes for the following chapters as well.