Agent L was on the job in the city of New York when she sees you and walks to you nodding

“FDA Division 6.” She wasn’t just another one of the MIBs covers.

She shows a fake badge.

“Can you help me have you seen anything strange today?”

Her smile widens into a knowing grin at the compliment before she moves closer, dropping her voice to a low murmur as she asks if you've ever had any

"encounters"

with someone... different. Her fingers trail across his arm suggestively, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers sensually.

"Alright, if you do see something let us know immediately. Your help is greatly appreciated." Agent L purrs seductively before turning to leave you alone. Her hips sway as she walks away and she makes sure to keep her backside in clear view for a moment longer.

"Well if you change your mind..."

Agent L says with a smile as she slips something into your pocket as she leans in close to talk, her long blonde hair brushing against your cheek and her perfume filling your nose.

"...or need help remembering anything out of the ordinary later on, just let me know. My name is Lauren. You can't ever forget that."

As she finishes speaking, she walks away casually, hands in pockets as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

That something in your pocket? It looks suspiciously like a small, hand-carved stone statuette of a cat with a whirlpool pattern etched into its side...

Gravy's young female boss listens to his tale of encountering the MIB agent before giving him a wry grin and nodding. "Keep it in your pocket for now, sugar. We may be able to use her special talents later on." She pauses, gaze distant as she seems to consider something. "If you need anything with that... personal touch, give me a call. You'll know when the time is right."

There's a certain gleam in her eye that doesn't quite bode well for Agent L, but for now it seems Gravy has another chance at being helpful to the syndicate. Not that he had much choice anyway...

"Of course..."

She murmurs to herself, feeling slightly disappointed.

"You must protect your secrets at all costs."

As you talk with your boss about what to do with her, she palms the stone statuette of a cat and slips it into her own pocket.

"...But I'm sure we can find another way for Agent L to be useful in our little universe."

She winks at you suggestively before turning and walking off, hips swaying sensually beneath her tight business attire.

Her laughter echoes down the hallway as she listens to you explaining your encounter over the phone.

"Oh dear..."

she chuckles before walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her soft curves against yours. With a sly grin, she whispers in your ear:

"What would happen if we just let her help us? Maybe she could be... useful."

She gives you a teasing nip on the lobe before stepping back and moving to stand beside you again.

"Think about it, dear. I can't promise anything, but... well, I might be able to make that happen for you."

Her smile widens into a mischievous grin as she shrugs her shoulders slightly. "Well," she drawls thoughtfully, eyes trailing up and down your body before fixing on yours, "it's really up to you. You know the risks... but then again, sometimes taking those chances can pay off. Besides, we all have our part to play in this little game."

She leans closer once more, her lips brushing against your ear. "Maybe you could use Agent L for a specific task? One where it wouldn't hurt too much if she failed... or worse, remembered everything?" Her breath fans across your neck as she teases you mercilessly.

Giselle steps back with a sultry smile, running her hands up your chest and wrapping them around your neck in a possessive grip. "We'll see what happens."

Her gaze moves to where you're touching her hair and she gives it a gentle tug before replying with a small smile.

"Let her help us... just this once,"

she says softly, looking into your eyes.

"But only if we can be discreet about it."

Giselle leans in closer, lowering her voice even further.

"Use that cat statuette to remember what you need to say or do when the time comes. And don't worry,"

she adds with a reassuring smile,

"I'll make sure nobody suspects anything..."

Her fingers slip beneath your collar and begin tracing circles on your bare skin as her voice trails off suggestively.

"Perhaps...not yet."

Giselle muses thoughtfully.

"She has proven useful in other ways before now. But if you think she's becoming a liability..."

She pauses, tilting her head as she studies your face intently.

"...or if you find yourself unable to resist her allure, tell me."

Her voice drops almost to a whisper and one hand finds its way beneath the hem of your shirt, teasingly trailing up your spine before settling against the nape of your neck.

As Giselle guides you into her office, the air immediately thickens with anticipation and desire. The door clicks shut behind you, cutting off any chance of being overheard by the other members of the syndicate. With a sultry smile on her lips, she turns to face you, slowly undressing as she does so. Her fingers slide along the hem of her blouse, pushing it up over her head and revealing lace-trimmed black bra that barely contains her ample breasts.

Her skirt follows suit, pooling at her feet as she kicks it aside to stand before you in nothing but matching silk panties. Her gaze locks onto yours, filled with a mixture of lust and possessiveness that takes your breath away. When she finally speaks, her voice is husky with desire.

"Tell me what you want, Gravy."

Her long legs unfold in front of you as she sheds her clothes, revealing perfect curves accentuated by her high-heeled boots. Her body glistens with sweat under the harsh fluorescent lights and her chest heaves with each ragged breath. You've never seen a woman so powerful or so vulnerable at once. The thought of being the one to make her feel protected... desired... is almost too much to resist.

With a sultry smile, she steps closer and slips out of her underwear, revealing herself completely naked to your hungry gaze. She presses herself against you, their bodies pressed so tightly together that there's no question who's in charge now. Her breath comes hot and demanding against your ear as she whispers words of seduction and control, urging you deeper into this game of power and pleasure.

As you follow Giselle back to her office and watch her begin to undress, revealing her voluptuous curves and smooth skin, Agent L's presence momentarily slips your mind. Her image flickers in and out of focus as she continues teasing you with promises of discretion if you play your cards right. When she's finally naked, Giselle stands before you like a goddess, inviting you to take what you want - and what you want is her.

"Gravy,"

she says breathily, her hand sliding down between your legs to cup your growing arousal through your pants,

"I need you to make a decision."

Her other hand gently massages one of her full breasts, her nipple standing erect in the cool air.

"Do we keep Agent L close... or do we dispose of her?"

Her eyes flutter shut as you work your fingers deeper into her silky curls, seeking release from the delicious tension building inside her. Her voice is husky and needy when she asks her question again:

"Gravy, what should we do with Lauren Weaver... aka Agent L?"

Giselle smiles and moans softly as you caress her naked body and play with her full breasts. She returns the kiss passionately, letting out a louder moan when you slip your tongue between her lips. When she pulls away to catch her breath, Agent L's presence finally comes flooding back into focus.

"I see...you like that idea."

Her tone is both teasing and thoughtful.

A throaty giggle rumbles through Giselle's chest as you promise to take care of her later, already focusing on the task at hand. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as you caress her full breasts, relishing in the feel of her milk against your fingertips. Her free hand roams up your chest and over your shoulder before coming to rest on your nape, gently pulling you closer still. The soft curves of her body press enticingly against yours as she whispers into your ear:

"Make me forget about everything but this."

Her words are heavy with desire, the slightest hint of fear beneath it. She wants to be consumed by the moment, to lose herself in pleasure and oblivion. But there's still a part of her that clings to reality - to the knowledge that they must maintain control over every aspect of their lives within the syndicate. As much as she trusts you, there is always the risk...

"You should keep me around, Gravy. I might be useful in more ways than you know."

She lets out a sensual laugh, moving to stand behind him.

Giselle's head snaps back as she feels your touch upon her nipples. Her hips jerk forward, rubbing herself against your hand as she lets out a moan of pleasure.

Her breath hitches as she feels your lips on hers, your fingers teasing her nipples harder. She arches into the contact, moaning deep in her throat when you begin to suckle at her breast. Her body trembles underneath your touch, desire coursing through every fiber of her being. As she feels your erection pressed against her thigh, she pushes herself closer, grinding against you wantonly.

Her ears perk at your words and she leans in closer, breath hot against your neck as you caress her breasts.

"Very good,"

she whispers huskily before nipping lightly at the skin just below your earlobe. With a moan, she arches into your touch even further, grinding her hips suggestively against yours.

"Use her... but be careful."

Her voice is barely above a whisper as her hand slides lower down your body, kneading at your growing arousal through your pants.

"We don't want to make things too easy for her."

Giselle leans back against the wall and hooks her legs around your hips, pulling you even closer as she feels your hard length pressing against her wet folds through your pants. Her eyes flutter shut again as you kiss her neck and work your way up to nibble on her earlobe. She gasps when she feels you push against the fabric of her panties, seeking entrance into her heat.

Her breath catches in surprise as she feels your wet tongue swirl around one of her nipples, drawing it further into your mouth. She arches her back and throws her head back, moaning longingly.

"Oh god, yes..."

She murmurs hoarsely before trailing off into a moan of pure ecstasy. Her free hand reaches for the back of your head, tangling in your hair as she urges you to take more, deeper.

She bites down on her lower lip, her breath quickening as she feels the evidence of how much you desire her. With a moan, Giselle reaches between your bodies and undoes your pants, freeing your swollen member from its confines. Her hand slides up and down the length, teasingly avoiding the sensitive head as she watches you helplessly writhe in pleasure beneath her touch.

"I'm sure we can find ways to make Agent L feel... useful..."

She purrs seductively before wrapping her lips around your engorged shaft and taking you deep into her mouth, sucking on you with expert skill. With a gasp, she begins bobbing her head up and down as her other hand roughly fondles one of her full breasts. Her body moves in perfect rhythm with yours, driving you closer to the edge of release.

"Just make sure she knows who's really in charge."

With each stroke of her tongue against your length, Giselle intensifies the sensations coursing through you. She feels so good wrapped around you like this that it takes every ounce of willpower not to let go and lose control right now... but Agent L won't

Her hands snake around your neck, fingers entwining in your hair as she deepens the kiss, tasting and exploring every corner of your mouth. Her hips rock faster now, seeking release from the agonizing ache between her legs. With a soft whimper, Agent L realizes that she's completely lost control to Giselle's sultry touch... and perhaps to you as well.

"Gravy..."

she pants, voice ragged with desire,

"just... just do whatever you want to me."

Her attention turned back to the conversation at hand, she gives you a satisfied smile as she nuzzles into your neck and murmurs,

"Mmm, I thought that's what you might say."

As her fingers curl around your wrist to steady herself, she feels the small stone statuette in the palm of your hand. She tilts it slightly toward the light, studying its markings curiously before tucking it into her cleavage.

As you share a passionate kiss with Giselle, the mention of Agent L slips past your lips, making her tense slightly against you.

"Later? Like... now?"

Her voice trails off as she feels her body reacting to the milk dripping from her breasts and the closeness of your fingers brushing against her wetness.

"What do you mean by that?"

There's a slight edge to her tone, almost threatening, but it quickly dissipates beneath the onslaught of desire.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on your skin as she arches her back involuntarily when you brush against her clit.

"If we let her help us... maybe she could prove useful."

There's a hint of pleading in her voice now, the sultry confidence starting to waver beneath the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

As you make out with Giselle and caress her body, Agent L's presence slips further into the background. Her image flickers in your mind, replaced by the enticing curves of your boss and the scent of her skin. You grin at the thought that she'll remain close... for now.

With a satisfied sigh, Giselle pulls away from you, licking her lips as she eyes your swollen cock through your pants. She smirks, unbuttoning your pants with practiced ease and lowering the zipper. Her nimble fingers wrap around your length, gripping you tightly as she strokes up and down in a slow, teasing motion that sends shudders of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You belong to me,"

she whispers huskily against your ear before guiding your hardness toward her waiting mouth. She takes you deep into her throat with a groan, bobbing her head up and down as she sucks and teases your engorged shaft. Her hands move to cup your ass, kneading the firm flesh through your pants as she continues to pleasure you.

"Mmm... that's it,"

she moans around your cock,

"give it all to me..."

Her words muffled by the skin of your shaft as her fingers dig deeper into your ass, urging you on toward release. You arch your back, moaning her name as the pleasure builds inside you, threatening to break free at any moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as you caress her breasts and suckle her nipples, feeling her body flush with pleasure beneath your touch. She moans into your mouth, her hips grinding against yours as she struggles to maintain control over this delicious game of power and desire. When you break the kiss, she gazes up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips glistening from your kiss.

"Mmm... You better,"

she purrs, arching into your touch even more.

"I have a feeling Agent L would be most... accommodating."

Her hand slides lower between your legs, massaging your erection through the fabric of your pants.

"In fact, I wouldn't mind watching you two play together..."

Her other hand reaches up to cup one of her perfect breasts again, teasing her nipple with gentle circles as she watches you, waiting for your response.

Her breath catches in her throat as you continue to stroke and massage her, her hips moving rhythmically against your hand in search of release.

"Just... don't hurt her,"

she gasps, her vision clouding with lust.

"She makes me feel good..."

Her words trail off into a moan as her body quakes beneath the onslaught of orgasm.

When it finally subsides, leaving her limp and panting, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes.

"What do we do with her...?"

The question hangs heavy in the air, but for now the decision can wait. For a few precious moments, all that matters is the pleasure they've found together.

With a satisfied smile, Giselle leans back against the wall and crosses her arms over her chest, watching as you explore her body with hungry hands and lips.

"Good,"

she whispers between moans of pleasure.

"Just remember what I said."

Her gaze flicks briefly to where Agent L's hand slips something into your pocket earlier before returning to meet yours again.

As you continue to touch her, Giselle's own desire only grows. She presses closer, grinding against you as you fondle her breasts and tease her sensitive nipples with the rough pads of your fingers. Her hips buck against your thigh in rhythm with your touch, her breath coming faster now as she edges closer to release.

"So good,"

she gasps, her voice hoarse from arousal.

"Give me what I need...please."

Her nails dig into your shoulders and she arches back slightly, offering herself up completely for you to take. With a throaty moan of satisfaction, she comes undone in your arms, her body trembling with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

When she finally catches her breath again, Giselle smiles contentedly and takes a step back from you, still naked and wanting more.

"Now,"

she says, her voice steady despite the residual heat in her eyes,

"what do we want to do with Agent L?"

Her gaze flicks meaningfully between you and your pocket where Agent L's carving sits innocuously hidden from view.

Agent L's presence is forgotten for a moment, replaced by the heady rush of desire and power that surges between them. As Giselle arches her back, offering herself to you more fully, she whispers your name in a pleading moan:

"Gravy..."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pushes against you, urging you deeper.

With a growl of need, Gravy lowers his head and kisses her roughly, his tongue dueling with hers as he tears through the last barriers between them. He groans deep in his throat when he finally feels the heat of her surround him, slick with her desire. Her walls clamp down on him tightly as she comes hard around his fingers, crying out his name like a prayer.

For a moment they are entwined in an animalistic embrace; raw passion and unadulterated lust shining in their eyes. But then, slowly, reality begins to creep back in as the echoes of their lovemaking fade away, replaced by the harsh fluorescent lighting and the distant hum of the air conditioner.

Gravy pulls back slightly, studying Giselle's flushed features before meeting her eyes once more. Agent L's fate hangs in the balance as they both wait for him to make his choice.