It takes more than an, R; rating to save the world.
By kittybeaver, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Of course he was good looking. In fact, 'good looking' was an understatement. 6'4" and 240 lbs. of muscle clad in tight blue jeans and an equally tight red t-shirt, he was intimidatingly gorgeous. Dirk Allen made his living as a male model, so Tina had expected intimidatingly gorgeous. Good thing for her she wasn't easily intimidated.
If he hadn't been her assignment, she would've entertained the thought of seducing him. Sometimes, when global safety was at stake, seduction was part of her assignment, so she had that skill set. Tina knew how to accidentally position herself in a man's line of vision and show her figure at the best angle. She could purposefully make the random eye contact that somehow led to the chance connection. She knew how to suggest he come back to her place in such a way that it was obvious she'd "never done this sort of thing before." And she knew how to ride a cock. She would have been more than happy to prove that to male model Dirk Allen.
Tina could picture him sprawled naked on her living room floor. In that picture she was straddling him, impaling herself on his engorged manhood, rocking her hips to a rhythm that made him whimper. She could almost feel his silky, raven black hair as she fisted it and pulled him up into a sitting position, encouraging him to suck and bite her breasts. Oh God, her breasts ached for the touch of his full, pouty lips.
"Keep on mission, Agent Blondell," an authoritative voice chirped from the small communicator tucked behind Tina's ear.
"Stay out of my bio readings, Fact-Tel," she snapped.
Generally it was helpful to have an artificial intelligence with access to every database in the world at Tina's beck and call. Usually it was a good thing Fact-Tel monitored her vital signs, making sure she hadn't been poisoned or wasn't bleeding internally. But at that moment, when Tina's nipples were so stiff they cast shadows on her silk blouse, Fact-Tel's omniscient omnipresence wasn't helpful or a good thing.
"This is why I don't like working with biologicals," Fact-Tel muttered. "You all get distracted by the mere thought of reproduction."
"Target is heading west on Spruce," Tina said as Dirk Allen disappeared from view. "Possible destinations?"
"I don't know," Fact-Tel groaned. "There's like 80 coffee shops between here and 22nd Street. He's probably going to one of those."
"You're a big help. Thanks." Tina casually slid around the corner onto Spruce Street, catching sight of her target almost immediately. With his broad shoulders and tight ass, he stood out in a crowd.
"He's not good breeding material," Fact-Tel warned her. "Sure he's got perfect DNA, but all my research indicates he's a mama's boy."
"Not looking to breed," she said while she slipped through the lunch crowd lining up at a sidewalk hot-dog cart.
"Do you really want Delia Villa-Allen as your mother-in-law?" the AI asked. "She is kind of evil."
"We haven't proved that yet," Tina reminded him. "And I'm not in the market for a mother-in-law, or husband, for that matter."
Love wasn't a luxury she could afford. As the number one agent for the SWSO, Tina Blondell didn't have time for date nights or boyfriends. All her time was spent protecting the public from people like Delia Villa-Allen, CEO of Villa Pharmaceuticals. If reports could be trusted, Villa-Allen had developed the formula for Delectiovenenum and was planning to use it to enslave the human race.
It was Tina's mission to infiltrate Villa Pharmaceuticals, find out if those reports were true and, if they were, stop the fiendish plot before it could be completed. She hoped hunky Dirk Allen was, in fact, a mama's boy. If he was the sort of son who diligently listened while his mother complained about her workday then perhaps he knew a thing or two about Villa Pharmaceuticals' alleged illegal experiments and maybe, just maybe, Tina could trick him into giving up those secrets and helping her save the world.
For the last block and a half, Tina had stealthily followed Dirk. She noted his every move, never taking her eyes off of him. But she did have to blink and it was in that half second of blinking that she lost sight of him. One moment he was there, the next he wasn't.
"Fact-Tel," Tina gasped. "Where'd he go?"
"I, um, Ahh, " the AI stammered.
"Hack into the surveillance cameras on the neighboring buildings," she ordered. "There's got to be something. He was just here."
"Maybe that alleyway," Fact-Tel suggested, but Tina could tell from the tone of his mechanical voice he had nothing.
Sure enough, the ally was a dead end. There wasn't a single male underwear model hiding behind the dumpster. Tina sighed with frustration. If the human race was enslaved it would all be her fault, hers and her stupid, blinking eyes.
"Check architectural plans and recent building applications," she said, knowing it was hopeless, but she had to try. "Maybe there's a hidden door somewhere."
At that moment a gust of wind stirred the back of Tina's skirt, almost lifting it past her hips. She spun around and found herself not two feet away from the elusive Dirk Allen. By God, he was even better looking up close, what with his pale green eyes and chiseled jaw.
"Did my mother send you?" he asked.
Tina's face stayed deadly serious, but in her mind she smiled. She knew how to get the information she needed. It would be as easy as picking up a one night stand at a sports bar.
"She's worried about you, Dirk," Tina said, her eyes filling with concern. "We all are."
Of course, the cute, little blonde worked for his mother. Dirk couldn't have been more disappointed.
When he had noticed her following him three blocks back he'd hoped she was a fashion model groupie. He never actually had a groupie stalk him before, but he had heard stories and they all ended in filthy, unnatural, hate-yourself-in-the-morning sex.
There were a few things he didn't particularly like about himself, things that definitely fell under the category of "unnatural." Heck, he was going to hate himself in the morning anyway. For the past few months it had been his constant mindset. If he was going to feel like shit, Dirk might as well get laid first.
And the blonde was just his type, petite but with ample tits and ass. Dirk was a big guy and he had large hands. For him to get a satisfying handful there had to be a lot there to grab. This woman had a lot and he wanted to grab it all and squeeze.
But, she worked for his mom. Squeezing was inappropriate.
If she had been a groupie he would have grabbed her ample ass. He would've lifted her by her ass and let her wrap her legs around his hips. He'd lean her against the filthy alley wall, because that's how she liked it, filthy. Reaching up her skirt, he'd push her panties out of his way and sheath himself in her slick, hot cunt.
"Oh Dirk, Dirk," she would pant as he'd start to move inside her. "More, harder, "
The more he'd give her the more she'd beg until his thrusts made her breasts bounce so hard the buttons would pop off her shiny, purple blouse. She'd scream his name one last time before she came, her inner muscles gripping his cock and forcing him to shoot his load.
That's what probably would have happened if the blonde didn't work for his mother, but since she did she was going to do what his mother usually did; look at him like he was a big disappointment.
" and that's why she's worried about you," the cute, little blonde said. "You don't seem to be able to focus."
"What?" Dirk asked. "I'm sorry. I wasn't listening."
"She's concerned," she said, her voice taking on a bit of an edge, "that you may have inadvertently told someone about the Delectiovenenum."
"Is that an STD?" Dirk shifted uncomfortably. "She knows I'm clean. She gets the blood and urine samples every week."
Over the past month or so he'd begun to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with his relationship with his mother. Perhaps all scientists regularly collected and studied their children's blood and urine, or gave them vitamin injections, or made them sit under the "health" lamp so their skin could absorb all the "health" rays. It was possible all the things his mother did were the actions of a normal loving parent, but Dirk was beginning to think there was some connection to the mysterious abilities he had recently developed.
Could it be that the health rays were the reason he could move so fast no one could see him? Maybe the vitamin injections were what made him so strong he could lift a car with one hand. Dirk felt a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach when he pondered whether or not his mother had performed experiments on him. Had she turned him into a monster, albeit an extremely attractive one?
"You stopped listening to me again," the petite blonde said, her cute little nose twitching with annoyance. "Didn't you?"
"No," he said with feigned confidence. "Well, maybe a little. You were talking about detective something."
"De-lec-ti-o-ven-en-um," she repeated slowly, enunciating every syllable. "It's the militarized airborne aphrodisiac Villa Pharmaceuticals was ordered not to develop."
"Was I supposed to know about that?" Dirk asked. "Sometimes I forget to listen when people talk to me, so occasionally I don't know stuff I'm supposed to know."
The woman sighed as if all hope was lost. "Either you're brilliant or unfathomably stupid."
"Let's go with brilliant," he said, "because I'm not sure what unfathomably means."
"I'll just have to figure something else out," she mumbled while she started to walk past Dirk.
"Wait a minute." He grabbed her arm as a stray thought rattled around in his head. "What is a militarized airborne aphrodisiac? Is it like a gas that makes people fall in love with the army?"
"Not exactly," she explained. "It's a chemical that, when inhaled, causes an uncontrollable need for sexual contact, a need that one would be compelled to satisfy immediately. If used as a weapon on a population, it could break the will of the people."
Dirk shifted from one foot to the other. "Part of me thinks this Delective thing is wrong." He stopped to adjust the front of his pants. "If we were to get dosed right now, you and me, I'd be okay with it. It'd be awkward later, but I'm used to awkward." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "On the other hand, if it hit while I was home with my dog, well, that would be traumatic for both of us. This sex gas needs to be stopped."
The blonde studied him for a moment. "You're not so dumb after all."
"That's what brilliant means."
"I haven't exactly been honest with you, Dirk," she said, "but I need your help so I'm going to tell you the complete truth." An angry squawking noise suddenly erupted from the woman's ear. "Shut up, Fact-Tel," she spat. "I'm doing this."
"That's a little weird," Dirk said to himself.
The woman held out her hand to him. "I'm Agent Tina Blondell with the SWSO."
"SWSO?" he asked as he shook her hand. "South West Student Organists?"
"Secret World Security Organization," she corrected. "We're concerned your mother may use Delectiovenenum on the city of Middleburg. Now, I know you don't think your mother could do something--"
"No," he interrupted. "That's totally something my mom would do. She's very sneaky and controlling in a creepy kind of way."
Tina grabbed his hand. "I need your help, Dirk. I have to get into Villa Pharmaceuticals' headquarters. You think you can get me in?"
Technically Dirk was no longer allowed at Villa Pharmaceuticals. Growing up he used to go there all the time, but when he was a teenager he'd done something which the family referred to as "The Donkey Incident" and since then he'd been banned. But he wasn't going to let that stop him from helping what's-her-name save the world.
"Sure can." He scooped the tiny blonde up in his arms. "Let's go right now." And with that he started to run.
Tina didn't scream. She would have liked to say it was her training that helped her keep her head, but really there hadn't been time for her brain to process what was going on and even less time for her mouth to scream. One moment she was in the alley, cradled in Dirk's strong and solid arms. There was a blast of wind and then quite suddenly she was still in Dirk's arms, but also halfway across town, in another alley next to the Villa Pharmaceuticals corporate headquarters.
"What just happened?" she asked as she rapidly blinked, trying to restore moisture to her eyes.
"Ah, " Dirk set her down on her unsteady feet. "I probably should've mentioned this before. I kind of can run really fast." He pried his fingers between a metal door and effortlessly ripped it off its hinges revealing a cement stairwell. "I'm also kind of strong. I think my mom's been experimenting on me."
"Interesting." She stepped into the stairwell and peered up. It was an emergency exit and the stairs disappeared into the dark distance above. They most likely led straight to Delia Villa-Allen's penthouse office.
"Don't trust him," Fact-Tel whispered in her ear. "He's a mama's boy."
Tina reached up her skirt and un-holstered the pistol strapped to her thigh. "If it came down to helping me save the world or helping your mother control it, which side would you pick?" she asked. "And Dirk, I need you to be honest with me."
"I'll be completely honest." He held up a finger. "One, I don't remember your name and two," he held up another finger, "my relationship with my mother is complicated. Obviously, I love her. She is my mother. But I'm in my late twenties. I should have a say in whether or not I'm experimented on and given freakish superhuman powers."
"That didn't answer my question." She slipped the safety off her gun. "And you can call me Tina."
"I don't want her controlling me," he said. "I definitely don't want her controlling the world. I'll help you, Tina." He stopped for a moment to think and then added. "If you're going to kill her I may need to leave the room."
"Fair enough." Tina motioned with her head. "Can you use your powers to get me up to her office?"
"No problem. I can run you up the steps." He swept her into his arms again. "Besides the strength and speed, I also have inhuman stamina." He moved toward the stairwell, but stopped to add, "I'm not trying to brag. I'm just stating a fact."
"Duly noted." Tina patted his biceps straining against the soft, red fabric of his t-shirt. She pressed her face against his chest as a way to protect her eyes from the moisture stealing wind of his inhuman speed. There was the added benefit of surrounding her senses with his scent, an intoxicating concoction of musk and Old Spice. If things went according to plan and they were able to save the world, maybe later she'd test his stamina and find out all that Dirk Allen was capable of doing.
"Dirk, honey, what are you doing?"
Tina looked up to see an attractive middle aged woman in an impeccable business suit sitting behind a large mahogany desk. Delia Villa-Allen. Even if Tina hadn't studied her case file, she would have recognized her from all the magazine covers and cable news show appearances.
Delia casually, almost too casually, turned off the monitor on her computer and shifted some papers on her desk before standing up. "Is this your way of telling me you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "She's not good enough for you."
"No," Dirk blurted out. "This is, this is, ah, " He looked at Tina, his lips curving into an equivalent of a question mark. "I've forgotten your name again."
"Tina Blondell," she reminded him as she gracefully slipped from his arms. "Dr. Villa-Allen, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
"Yeah," Dirk said. "like why did you perform experiments on me? Why did you turn me into a freak?"
"That actually isn't one of my questions," Tina tried to say, but Delia talked right over her.
"I did no such thing." The older woman moved around the desk. Her every step was filled with an old world elegance. "I was merely studying you, trying to uncover the origins of these extraordinary abilities you've manifested."
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Dirk's hands curled into fists. "Do you really expect me to understand all the big words you just said? Do you?"
"If I could redirect the conversation," Tina spoke in a purposefully calming tone, "there is the issue of a highly potent gas."
"It's always the mother's fault, isn't it?" Delia's voice rose in volume to match her son's. "Of course you suspect me when this is exactly the sort of thing your father would do."
"Don't bring Dad into this!" Dirk yelled. "He isn't the one who made me eat Brussels sprouts!"
Tina sighed with resigned frustration. This wasn't going to end anytime soon and she hadn't worn comfortable shoes. No one noticed as she slipped behind Dr. Villa-Allen's desk and sunk down into her stylish, ergonomic chair.
"I will not apologize for being the responsible parent," Delia snapped. "Do you truly think your father loved you more simply because he let you stay up late and taught you demonic incantations?"
Tina absentmindedly balanced a pen on the back of her finger and yawned.
"No," Dirk said. "I think he loved me more because he didn't change me into a monster."
"He cast a spell on you and temporarily turned your hair into worms," Delia reminded her son.
"Yeah," Dirk retorted. "Keyword: Temporary."
"He cast a spell on you?" Tina asked. She'd been entertaining herself by folding the papers on Delia's desk into origami animals, but the spell revelation had drawn her attention back to their conversation.
Dirk nodded. "Dad's a high ranking wizard."
"Who may very well have enchanted you with superhuman abilities," Delia added.
"He would never do that." Dirk shook his head. "Dad loves me. He doesn't want to change me. He respects me as his flesh and blood."
Delia rolled her eyes. "But you're adopted."
"What?!" Dirk cried. The shocked look on his face was so pitiful, Tina couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Dirk felt like the ground was shifting beneath him. He could practically feel the floor tremble.
"What was that?" Tina asked, but Dirk paid her no mind.
"I'm adopted?" he asked his mother.
"God, you really don't ever listen, do you?" she responded. "We never kept that from you, Dirk. We always told you we found you in a Korean grocery the day after it was partially destroyed by a meteor."
"My whole life has been a lie." It was like his world was turning Topsy-turvy.
The blonde stood up. "Seriously, the building just rumbled. The floor actually moved. I can't be the only one who felt that."
"It's nothing," Dirk's mother reassured her. "They're just testing the rockets before the launch tonight."
"There's a rocket launch tonight?" Tina asked.
Delia froze as if she had just been caught doing something wrong. "Yes." Her words were measured and slow as if she was carefully thinking about them before she said them. "It's a routine pharmaceutical rocket launch. Don't look at the papers on my desk."
It was at that moment that Dirk realized how intelligent Tina actually was, because she didn't fall for his mother's trick. Immediately, she snatched up the clever little origami animals and unfolded them, frantically reading the papers as soon as the writing was visible.
"There is a rocket," she said as her eyes scanned the pages. "There's a bomb!" She looked at Delia with hatred in her eyes. "You heartless, evil woman," she growled.
"That's your opinion." Delia nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm of the opinion I have lots of heart."
"What did you do now, Mom?"
"She built a rocket to launch a Delectiovenenum bomb over the city," Tina explained. "She's going to explode sex gas all over Middleburg."
Dirk covered his eyes with his hand. "If my friends ever hear about this, "
"They won't," Tina assured him, "because I'm going to defuse the bomb and save the city." She pulled her gun from her thigh holster and aimed it at Dirk's mother. "Fact-Tel, call in back-up and have them arrest Dr. Delia Vila-Allen."
"Arrest me?" Delia gasped. "But I haven't done anything wrong, yet."
"Dirk," Tina said, her eyes and gun still firmly trained on Delia, "the bomb is in an enclosure on the roof. Do you think you could use your enhanced speed and find it for me?"
At last Dirk could do something to help. "On it," he said as he moved toward the stairwell. "Oh hey, if you're going to shoot my mom, now would be the time to do it."
"Just find the bomb," Tina said. "I'll worry about when it's the appropriate time to shoot your mother."
Dirk nodded. He didn't waste another second. He took the steps, three at a time, and raced up to the roof of Villa Pharmaceutical. Almost immediately he spotted the enclosure. It was the only structure on the roof and its walls were clean from the everyday grime of the city. It had obviously been recently built. Most suspect of all was its retractable roof.
It didn't take much for him to break the lock on the shack and pull the door open. Sure enough, inside was a rocket, a rather small rocket. It wasn't a tiny rocket, the nose was almost level with his shoulder, but he'd been expecting something more impressive. This rocket was a little bit of a disappointment. Still, it carried a bomb that could enslave the people of Middleburg. It had to be disarmed.
Tina could do it. She was very capable that way. Dirk had known her for less than 20 minutes and already he was coming to rely on her. She could defuse bombs, make paper animals and kill his mother if need be. She was also cute and had a nice rack. When this was all over he was going to ask her out.
But it wouldn't be all over until the bomb was defused and the people of Middleburg were safe from sexual enslavement. That took priority right now, Dirk reminded himself. Getting a date for next Saturday would have to come later.
He slowly walked back down the flight of steps to the penthouse office. Just in case Tina did find it necessary to kill his mother, he wanted to give her time to clean up the mess. But when he tentatively popped his head around the corner he saw, not a bloody corpse, but his mother alive and well and being handcuffed by a couple uniformed police officers.
"Did you find it?" Tina asked as soon as she saw him. She was leaning over his mother's desk studying the wrinkled papers.
Dirk nodded. "It's on the roof where you said it would be. I can show you, if you want."
Tina looked over at the cops. "Take Dr. Villa-Allen away," she said, "and then make sure the building is evacuated. We've got a bomb situation."
The officers looked up in unison with matching expressions of alarm on their faces.
"A bomb?" one of them asked.
"You could've mentioned that earlier," the other grumbled as they led Delia out into the hallway. "You know, like before we took the elevator all the way up to the top floor."
Tina ignored them. "You better go with them, Dirk," she said. "You're a civilian and I've put your safety on the line too many times today already."
"I'm not leaving you." He stood up straight, his shoulders back and his chin held high. "You need me."
"I don't," she said. "I'm capable of defusing a bomb all on my own."
"But what if you need something?"
"Fact-Tel will notify back-up and they'll bring it to me."
Dirk stood his ground. "Whatever you could possibly need," he said, "I can get it for you faster than any computer or backups could. You know that."
Tina opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't say anything. Dirk was right and she couldn't deny it.
"I'll follow orders," he continued. "Anything you need me to do, I'll do it, no questions asked. Just let me help. My mother created this problem. Let me, " He paused as he tried to think of the right word. "What's the opposite of create?"
"Destroy," Tina offered.
"Let me help destroy this problem." Dirk paused again. "That's not right. Is de-create a word?"
"Don't worry about it." She patted him on the biceps. "I get your meaning. You've been a big help so far. I think you've earned the right to see this through to the end. The first thing you can do is show me where the bomb's at."
Dirk paid close attention as Tina examined the rocket. He studied the roundness of her hips and the way her skirt stretched across her ass while she knelt down and peered under the destructive machine.
"This doesn't look so bad," she said.
"No it doesn't," he agreed.
She sat back on her heels and smiled up at Dirk. "We can do this." Her lips curved into a confident smile. "We can save the city."
Without wasting anymore time, Tina reached into her blouse, her hand slipping between the mounds of her breasts, and pulled out what looked to Dirk like black fabric rolled up like a tiny rug. She laid it on the ground and unrolled it, revealing several tiny, silver tools all in their own pockets.
"Cool," Dirk exclaimed. "Is that you bomb defusing kit."
Tina gestured to the tools on the far right of the case. "These are bomb defusing and these, " She pointed to the tools in the center, ", are lock picking."
"What about that one." Dirk pointed to one tool, a flat metal strip with a small hole drilled in one end, all by itself on the right hand side.
"That one?" She shrugged awkwardly. "That's for popping blackheads." Reaching for a screwdriver, she added, "I have to concentrate or this could end in disaster. So if you don't mind, I need quiet."
"Sure, no problem." He took a step back and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. "I'm a male model. It's not like I get paid to talk. I can do quiet."
"Great." Tina smiled at him then she got down on all fours again and got to work defusing the bomb.
Dirk watched in silence while she loosened the screws on the outer casing of the rocket and pulled a panel open. He could see what he assumed to be the bomb inside the rocket. It had blinking lights, wires and a digital clock counting down from 100:00.
"Perfect." She placed the panel on the floor.
"Good news?" he asked.
Tina nodded. "It's a Class E Garner design. There are nine nodes with single thread wiring. It's time consuming, but it's not difficult to defuse if you go in the right order. And look." She pointed to the clock. "We've got more than 90 minutes to defuse it. That's plenty of time."
"The people of Middleburg are safe."
"Just about." She picked up a slim pair of wire cutters and snipped the first wire.
Dirk noted just how delicate and nimble Tina's hands were as she deftly cut wires and pressed buttons. She would probably use the same skill when undressing. He could imagine her fingers dancing gracefully down the front of her blouse, undoing the buttons and revealing soft, eager skin as she went.
"Stop that."
"What?" Dirk blinked and shook his head. He'd been so caught up in his fantasy of Tina undressing that he hadn't realized she'd stopped working on the bomb and was looking at him. "What was I doing?"
"You were sort of grunting," she said. "It's distracting. I know I said this bomb is easy to defuse, but I still need to concentrate."
"Sorry. I'll be quiet."
"Thanks."
He tried so hard not to think about Tina in her underwear, which he was sure was lacy and black. She was a spy; of course she wore black underwear. Spies always wore stockings and garter belts with a little red rose on them in the front. There would be a matching rose on her bra too, right in the center where her breasts pressed gently together. It was a warm, soft crevice where that rose called home. Dirk would like to visit it.
"Maybe you should wait outside."
Tina was looking at him again, the color rising in her cheeks. Dirk wasn't sure if that meant she was either getting angry or turned on. Sometimes it was hard to tell with women.
"I'll wait outside," he agreed and quietly slipped out the door.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and just stood still as an afternoon breeze ruffled his hair.
It was embarrassing, his inability to stop thinking about sex. Yes, he was attracted to Tina. Yes, he often thought about sex at inappropriate times. But honestly, he should be able to not think about sex in situations where the safety of hundreds of thousands of people were at stake.
There were so many other things for him to think about. He now had proof that his mother was undeniably evil and also technically not his mother. Dirk needed to talk to his father about that. He really should ask his dad if he'd cast any spell on him recently. And then there was the whole issue of the Korean meteor. Could that possibly be the source of his powers?
Dirk's completely nonsexual thoughts were interrupted when the door to the shack opened and Tina joined him on the roof. There was something about her manner, the way she shifted her eyes and pulled at her skirt, that made her seem agitated.
"I need your help," she said. It was odd how she wouldn't look him in the eyes.
"Sure," he replied. "What can I do?"
"Before you agree to anything you should know, " She trailed off and stared at the shack. "The bomb, It's., There's a slight gas leak."
"Oh." Dirk stood up straighter. He wasn't sure what exactly the implications where, but he was sure this complicated things in some way.
"It's not too bad," Tina assured him. "It's not an uncontrollable compulsion, but it is making it hard to focus."
"You need to focus." He remembered how she said that was important.
"Yes," she agreed. "I tried ignoring it, but that was impossible. I tried taking care of it myself, but that didn't work." She paused to take a breath. "In situations like this consent is important. It's sacrosanct."
Dirk wasn't sure what sacrosanct was exactly, but he thought it might be a kind of cracker.
"It's arguable," Tina continued, "that the longer one is exposed to the gas, the less one is able to consent. With that in mind, I need you to agree to this out here while you're not under the influence of anything."
"Sure." he said. "What do you need me to do?"
She sighed. "I need you fuck me, Dirk. It's a lot to ask, I know. I'm sorry, but--"
"I'll do it," he interrupted. His cock was already getting hard just thinking about it.
She put up her hand. "I don't want you to feel like it's something you have to do."
"I know. I know. I want to do it."
He opened the door to the shack, but stopped when he saw the look on Tina's face. He was coming off as too eager. He could tell. Sometimes women were turned off when the guy was too eager. They found it creepy.
"Obviously, I want to do it because lives are at stake," he said, changing his approach. "Whatever it takes to save the city. Right?"
"Right." Tina nodded. Then she walked back into the shack.
"I hate working with biologicals," Fact-Tel muttered into Tina's ear.
"I'm switching off," she said. It was a testament to her training that she managed to keep her voice steady. She was practically twitching with sexual frustration. "I'll signal you when I'm ready, once again, for your assistance."
"So in like thirty seconds?" the AI said in a droll voice Tina didn't find at all funny.
She glanced over at Dirk, who was hopping on one foot while he tried to take off the boot on his other foot. "Maybe sooner," she said. Then she tapped the communicator behind her ear and disconnected from the SWSO headquarters.
Dirk had managed to pull off one boot. Now he stood holding it in his hands and looking around as if he wasn't sure what to do next. If this was going to happen, Tina would have to take charge. She needed an efficient yet thorough fuck; one that would satisfy her but wouldn't take up too much time.
"So, " She took the boot from him and placed it on the floor. "I usually insist on foreplay, but I don't it need right now. I'm like a water slide down there."
He glanced down at her skirt. "Oh."
"Of course," she continued, "if you need help achieving an erection I'm more than willing to perform oral sex."
"Awesome." Dirk's eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes, I could use that help. Definitely."
"Fine." Tina sank down to her knees and unzipped his fly.
His cock sprang up almost before she had the chance to pull down his boxers.
Dirk may not have been the most intelligent man Tina had met within the last hour, but he still had something he could take pride in. His cock was huge. It was thick and long and pointing right at her eye.
"Well, look at that," she said as she climbed back to her feet. "You don't need foreplay either."
"Yes, I do," Dirk stammered. "I need it real bad."
"At this moment you are fully capable of penetration."
"No, I'm not. I need, I need, " He scratched his head. "What did you call them? Four somethings?"
"Foreplay." It had to be the gas affecting her, because Dirk's stupidity just made Tina want to fuck him more. "We can stand here arguing or we can start boning." To emphasize her point she reached up her skirt and pushed her panties down to her ankles before stepping out of them.
Dirk stared at her discarded underwear for a full fifteen seconds before he said, "Ok," and sprang into action.
Tina was taken off guard when he placed his hands on her waist and then slid them down and around to cup the cheeks of her ass. With his unnatural strength it was easy for him to lift her, nudging her knees up and her thighs apart in the process. She followed his lead when he leaned her against the wall of the enclosure, wrapping her legs around his hips and hooking her ankles together.
She could feel the tip of his cock poking at the entrance to her body. Tina closed her eyes and took a deep breath, longing for the slow building pleasure of his first thrust inside her. She waited, but he didn't move.
"Dirk?" She opened one eye.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked.
She was more than ready. She ached for it. "Yes."
"Should we maybe kiss first?"
"God dammit, Dirk. Fuck me."
Her words were like a call to action. Without further hesitation he pushed his hips forward.
"Oh yes," Tina moaned, her head lolling back to rest against the enclosure's aluminum wall. All that pent up sexual frustration seemed to dissipate as her body surrendered to Dirk's thick manhood. "This is really helpful."
"Good. Good," Dirk said, his voice low and rough. He bit at his lower lip, as if he was trying to restrain himself. "I do what I can."
She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer, rocking her hips and urging him to pick up his pace. "I appreciate it. The whole city would appreciate it if they knew."
"I'm honored," he panted, "that you trust me, oh fuck, to help you like this."
Tina whimpered when Dirk switched his angle, his cock brushing against her g-spot. "Yes! More! You should get a commendation from the mayor!"
"Okay," he grunted. "Fuck! Fuck!"
She wanted to say more, to encourage him and let him know he was doing exceptionally well, but she wasn't able to. The noises coming out of her mouth were sounding less like words and more like exotic bird calls, which, oddly enough, complimented his low, rumbling growls.
They moved together, the ecstasy of their bodies growing with each thrust. The rattling aluminum wall marked their rhythm, keeping pace with them as their speed increased, as their jungle noises grew louder.
Tina climaxed first. As rapturous spasms gripped her intimate muscles, time seemed to stop. There was no bomb to defuse, no city to protect. There was only this moment and they were the only two people alive to experience it.
When she came back to her senses Dirk was rigid in front of her, his face contorted in orgasmic pain. It wasn't his best look.
"That was really helpful," she said and patted his arm to emphasize what a good job he'd done. "I think I can focus now. Thank you."
He stared at her, his chest heaving up and down while he struggled to catch his breath. "Okay," he finally said. "Let me know if you need anything else."
Carefully she disengaged from him. "You don't have a Wet Wipe, do you?"
"No."
"Never mind then," Tina said. She fiddled with the front of her blouse, trying to re-button it, but that didn't seem to be possible. Two of the buttons had popped off. The blouse gaped open, revealing her cleavage and most of her lacy, black bra. She shrugged. There wasn't much she could do about it now. "Better get back to work. I've got a bomb to defuse."
"Right." Dirk took a step back. "And I've got a corner to stand in."
"We all have a part to do." She smiled at him and then switched on the communicator behind her ear. "Fact-Tel, I'm back online. Let's save this city and go home."
"I may not have heard anything," the AI grumbled, "but I still had access to your bio-readings. I'm programmed to monitor them no matter what. The whole thing was very uncomfortable for me."
"Well, it's all taken care of now," she assured him. "You can monitor my readings secure in the knowledge that there won't be anything else you'll feel uncomfortable with." And with that she got down on her hands and knees and got back to work.
Everything was going smoothly, she had three of the nine nodes dismantled without any complications in less than 20 minutes. The fourth node, unfortunately, was giving her some problems. It was just so, unsatisfying.
Tina found herself clenching and unclenching the muscles in her thighs. She felt restless, unfocused, and Dirk was making those grunting noises again. It was so annoying, but at the same time incredibly sexy.
She sat up and turned to face him. He leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on her. There was an intensity to his gaze that made her skin heat up.
Tina switched off Fact-Tel's communicator. The AI could either learn to look away or work out his issues with a therapist app, but at that moment she needed the assistance that only Dirk could give her.
"Strip, pretty boy," she commanded. "We're gonna fuck again."
Dirk lay on the floor with his shirt bunched up at his armpits and his jeans shoved down to his knees. That's as far as he'd stripped before Tina jumped him. She was noticeably more aggressive this time around, having asked an abrupt, "It's okay if I blow you?" He'd barely had the chance to say "Sure" before she grabbed his cock and started licking his tip.
Now he was enjoying the moist warmth of her mouth and the friction of her hand as she pumped his shaft. She had a strong arm and a really soft tongue. He was definitely asking her out once they saved the people of Middleburg from the sex bomb.
There was the sound of suction popping as Tina lifted her head. A thin line of spittle ran from her lips to Dirk's throbbing cock. "You good to go?" she asked.
He only nodded his consent, but that was enough for Tina. She straddled him, holding his cock in place and lining it up with her cunt. She lowered herself down with such force that it was more of a plummet than a controlled descent and as soon as he was encased in her tight, hot sex she started to rock her hips.
"That's it. That's it," she chanted. It almost sounded like a war cry. "Do me like this."
There wasn't much for Dirk to do, except lay still, which he knew for a fact he excelled at. He was finally putting his talents to use and it felt good. It felt really good protecting the people of Middleburg, his home town. It felt amazing fighting crime and helping the innocent. He had never felt such satisfaction. It was the sort of satisfaction that was going to leave him tuckered out.
Yeah, he was going to need a nap after this.
"Dirk," Tina moaned, "suck my titties." She yanked down the front of her bra, letting her magnificent breasts spill out. And they were magnificent, plump and smooth with wonderful taut nipples. He found them mesmerizing, irresistible and so invitingly bouncy.
In one swift motion he sat up, wrapped his arms around Tina's waist and buried his face between her breasts. He licked. He sucked. He made rude motorboat noises. It was the best day of his life.
"Put some teeth into it," she ordered and then quickly added. "Not too much. Don't draw blood or anything. Just enough so I can feel them."
He would have said something to reassure her if his mouth hadn't been filled with boob. Instead, Dirk showed her how gentle he could nibble, letting the tips of his teeth graze her tender flesh. It was obvious by the way she bounced faster that he was doing it right.
When her cunt started to tighten around him he knew she was getting close. He sucked hard on her nipple, reliving some half buried sense memory. Tina wailed with pleasure. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her inner muscles fluttered. Then she was still, a sigh of contentment escaping from her lips.
Dirk moved his hands down to her hips and manually rocked them. It didn't take long for her to get the message. She smiled down at him, braced her arms on his shoulders and then road his cock all the way to Cumtown.
Under normal circumstances, Tina would've been a bit offended at Dirk's post-coital nap, but these weren't normal circumstances. With the bomb ticking down and the city still in danger there wasn't time for the awkward 'Do you want to cuddle?' discussion. Thankfully Dirk saved them from that by falling asleep, allowing Tina to get straight back to work.
It was a shock to see how much time had passed. It was also a little impressive. Dirk wasn't lying when he said he had superhuman stamina. No wonder he needed a nap. When Tina had started defusing the bomb there had been over an hour and half on the clock. Now there was exactly 33 minutes remaining.
She grabbed her tweezers, wire-clippers and electrical clamps and crouched in front of the bomb.
Tina knew from before that she had around 20 minutes before the effects of the Delectiovenenum made it impossible to concentrate on her work. In that period she could get three maybe four nodes dismantled. There wouldn't be enough time for her and Dirk to have sexual intercourse again and dismantle the remaining nodes. Unless all the nodes were dismantled the rocket would launch and the bomb would go off, spraying gas over Middleburg and perhaps its surrounding suburbs.
With a snip of her clippers she deactivated the fourth node and moved on to the fifth, isolating it with the electrical clamps and separating the wires one by one with her tweezers. Behind her Dirk hummed contentedly in his sleep.
An ordinary person might give up when confronted with a hopeless situation, but Tina wasn't ordinary and she never gave up. For right now she would concentrate on her job and when that wasn't possible anymore she'd figure something out.
It was nearly 30 minutes later when the blackhead extractor hit Dirk in the forehead and woke from his nap. Despite the rude awakening, he was refreshed and in a terrific mood. Tina, by comparison, was irritated and sweating profusely.
"Listen up," she growled. "We've got four minutes before this rocket launches and your mother's fiendish plot becomes reality."
"Do you need to make love again?" Dirk asked. "I probably should drink some water first. I'm a little dehyd--."
"I need a goddam fucking orgasm!" she interrupted, her voice nearing a scream. Taking a couple deep breaths she steadied herself before continuing. "There's no time to stop for sex, much less water. I have to keep working on the bomb while I have the orgasm."
"I can do you from behind," he offered. "I'm totally cool with that. In fact, I'm a little excited about it."
She shook her head. "It won't work. The thrusts will slam my head against the rocket. It could set the bomb off."
"I don't see any other options."
Tina rolled her eyes. Of course Dirk would be oblivious to the obvious solution.
She lay down on her back, with her knees bent, her thighs parted and her head under the rocket. In this position she had clear access to the two nodes that were still left to dismantle. "You're going to have to go down on me."
"Go down on you?" he asked. "That's not really my specialty."
"You said you'd do anything," she reminded him. "Eat me out."
Tina didn't wait for his response. The clock was ticking and lives were at stake. Her body may have been throbbing with unfulfilled desires, but she had barely four minutes to dismantle one and a half nodes. If Dirk wasn't going to do his part then she'd have to suffer through and finish the job on her own.
She counted the wires on the second to last node. Every fourth one had to be isolated and snipped, then every third wire followed by every second wire. If they weren't done in the right order the rocket would launch early.
She had to stay focused.
She couldn't stay focused.
It seemed like all hope was lost when suddenly she felt Dirk's hands on her knees, gently pushing them father apart. His ears brushed her inner thighs as his head descended. When his lips touched her cunt Tina gasped. It was exquisite the way his tongue flicked against her clitoris and it immediately cleared her mind.
She counted the wires off, keeping track of every single one of them. She could do this. They could do this.
As Dirk sucked and licked Tina counted and snipped. In no time the node was completed and the bomb was that much closer to being defused.
Without skipping a beat she moved on to the final node. "Put some fingers into it," she said while she clamped off the last set of wires.
She didn't have to ask him twice. Dirk slipped two fingers inside of her, bending them slightly so they stretched her and stroked her in just the right place. Her hips matched his rhythm, rising to meet his mouth. Her mind, on the other hand, stayed focused on the mission, separating the wires and snipping them in the correct order.
The clock was counting down the last 30 seconds when the orgasms hit her. Dirk's ministrations had been so thorough that she climaxed more than once. Tina hadn't been paying attention so she wasn't prepared for the multiple waves of intense pleasure that spread out from her cunt and raced over her body. All her muscles, not just her intimate ones, contracted in erratic spasms of euphoria.
There was one wire left to cut, but she couldn't do it. The wire-cutters shook in her fingers. 20 seconds left. Another orgasm hit her. Her back arched, her legs snapped shut on Dirk's head and she cried out a long, loud wail of surrender.
10 seconds.
Her hand still trembled and the last wire swam in and out of focus. With all her willpower, Tina steadied her hand and forced her eyes to focus. She reached up and, in one swift motion, snipped the last wire.
The clock stopped at five seconds.
"Did we do it?" Dirk asked, his muffled voice emerging from between Tina's thighs.
She opened her legs and let him sit up. Then she rewarded him with the biggest smile of gratitude her lips were capable of forming.
"We did it," she said. "We saved the city."
Epilogue
It took a moment for Dirk's eyes to adjust to the darkness and take in the furnishings of the SWSO's regional office. It wasn't all that impressive. The exposed pipes and recycling bins took away some of the excitement of working for a secret organization.
He took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was the regional office. Middleburg was an average sized city. The offices in larger cities were probably snazzier. They probably had elevators that descended to deep underground layers where new weapons were being developed and tested. They more than likely had garages with numerous sports cars and military vehicles. At the very least the walls were probably chrome and black marble, not this pea-green color.
Fact-Tel didn't look so bad with his bank of flat-screen monitors over a panel of colorful lights. The lights blinked on and off in different combinations each time the AI listed another reason why Dirk was unqualified to be a secret agent.
"Irrelevant," Tina said in response to whatever Fact-Tel had just said. Dirk had stopped listening before his eyes had adjusted to the dark. "His strength, speed and stamina are an asset to our operations."
"But he doesn't listen," Fact-Tel moaned. "That's a huge problem."
"You can work on that, right?" Tina smiled at him.
Dirk shrugged. "Are you talking to me? What am I working on?"
"Fine." Her smile grew a little strained. "He isn't ready to be an agent yet, but he can learn. We can train him."
"You can train him," Fact-Tel said. "He is your disaster waiting to happen."
"Does that mean I got the job?" Dirk asked.
Tina nodded. "Yes. You are now a Secret World Security Organization agent in training."
"Cool."
It was interesting, the sense of pride he felt. Tina believed in him. Her belief that he wasn't a fuck-up made him think that maybe he could be something other than a fuck-up. He'd at least give it a try.
He'd do it for Tina, for her encouraging smile and her perky blonde hair. He do it for her soft, supple tongue and her magnificent breasts. He would become the man she needed him to be because she was already the woman he wanted.
"So," he said as casually as he could, "you want to go for a drink? Maybe get dinner?"
The smile dropped off Tina's face. "No. That's not a good idea," she said. "We work together. I'm your supervisor. It's inappropriate for us to have any sort of romantic or sexual relationship."
"We already have a sexual relationship," he reminded her.
"That's in the past."
"It was yesterday."
"Yes," she agreed, "but lives were at stake. It was a unique situation. We are never again going to have to have sex in order to save the world."
Dirk nodded. It was a little depressing to admit, but Tina was right. He was never going to hold her magnificent breasts again.
"Now go home and get some sleep," she said. "You start your training bright and early."
He nodded again, but this time it was a nod of confidence. Maybe he wouldn't ever hear Tina moan his name while he plowed her from behind, but there were other things that were just as rewarding. He was, after-all, a secret agent in training.
Someday soon he was going to save the world.
The expression on Dirk's face when he burst into the Secret World Security Organization's regional headquarters said it all. His first solo mission had been a success. Tina was so proud of him.
Fact-Tel had warned her it would be a mistake to send Dirk Allen on a real mission. But the super computer's specialties were remote monitoring and logistical back-up. It didn't understand the nuances of the human character. Tina knew the male-model turned agent-in-training was ready. During the previous month Dirk had studied hard and paid attention, two skills he wasn't born with. He learned how to tail a suspect, identify possible weapons based on the bulges in clothing and memorize Tina's lunch order after only hearing it once.
There were also Dirk's natural talents. His wavy, black hair, chiseled abs and glowing smile were assets, but only for aesthetic reasons. What really set him apart were his inhuman speed, strength and stamina. It didn't matter much to Tina that the origins of his powers remained a mystery. She'd had the chance to experience everything he could do and she was impressed.
Tina absentmindedly touched her breast as she remembered exactly what she had experienced with Dirk.
Yes, they'd had sex. It was a work thing. Tina didn't regret it one bit. Thousands of lives were at stake and they'd done what they had to, to save them all. Seeing Dirk naked was a work perk, as were the multiple orgasms. She'd never forget the feel of his large, rough hands on her breasts or how his scorching lips teased her sensitive flesh.
Sometimes at night when she couldn't sleep, she'd think about Dirk and touch herself. Her breath would come in long shuddering gasps as she pictured him between her legs. There was something about his face when he climaxed. His expression was so vulnerable and raw, as if what he was feeling was too intense for him to process. That expression made her want to cradle him in her arms and tell him how much she cared for him.
Which was, of course, strictly on a professional level. She cared for him the way one coworker cares for another. It definitely wasn't more than that. No way. Love was the sort of folly a secret agent couldn't indulge in. Love was a weakness, a weapon that could be used against her. Tina was forbidden by SWSO regulation 96 from falling in love. And that wasn't a problem. Not one bit.
"Agent Allen," Tina said in a professional yet encouraging voice. "Are you ready for your debriefing?"
A smile stretched Dirk's sensual yet manly lips. His sea-foam green eyes sparkled with excitement. It wasn't a particularly difficult mission, a simple reconnaissance and report, yet it was his first mission. The sense of confidence radiating off him lifted Tina's spirits. She couldn't let this momentous occasion pass without recognition.
He took a breath to speak, but Tina held up a hand to interrupt him. "Fact-Tel," she called to the air, "start audio recording for the archives."
"Fine," the AI muttered. It wasn't Dirk's biggest fan and made sure everyone knew it. "Recording, for whatever that's worth."
Tina looked back at Dirk and nodded. "Go ahead."
He licked his lips, inhaled deeply, opened his mouth and, and,
No sound emerged and a fleeting look of concern fluttered across his eyes.
"You were staking out the nightclub," Tina said, trying to jog his memory.
There had been rumors of a new player in the local criminal underworld. Middleburg wasn't the most important city in the United States, but it was the city Tina was assigned to monitor and protect. Her job was to follow every lead and hunt down every rumor. Damn it, she would do whatever it took to keep her city and its surrounding suburbs safe. Today that meant sending Dirk to scope out Basic Bitch, the hot new nightclub in the corduroy district, and catch sight of the elusive General Zero.
Now that the mission was complete Dirk only nodded. He had yet to say a single word.
"Agent Allen." Tina was starting to grow a little bit frustrated. "Report."
Dirk opened his mouth for a third time. It was obvious by the way the vein popped out on his forehead that he was trying very hard to do something. Tina couldn't for the life of her guess what that might be. Finally a sound emerged. It was less words and more a strangled moan.
"Oh God, you're choking!" She raced behind him and reached around, clasping her hands just under his sternum. He pushed her off, taking a couple deep and loud breaths to prove his windpipe wasn't blocked. "Then what's wrong?" she asked. "Why aren't you talking?"
Dirk looked around frantically and made more weird moaning sounds. Finally an air of determination came over him and in one swift motion he reached down his pants and started to masturbate.
Chapter 107 of the SWSO training manual states 'Bus stops are to be avoided. Only bad things happen there. The bus itself is fine. You'll be safe on the bus, but waiting at a bus stop is a sure way to compromise your mission.'
Chapter 108 gives the following advice, 'Family is the figurative anvil tied to your feet before you're thrown into a polluted river. They will only drag you down, down, down to the muddy depths and eventually drown you. Disown your cousin. Forsake your sister. Ignore your father at public gatherings if you have to. And for goodness sake, if any of them approach you at a bus stop get the hell out of there!'
Unfortunately, Dirk had only red up to chapter 3.
He had staked-out Basic Bitch for nearly 12 hours, dancing and drinking and snorting different colored powders before finally laying eyes on General Zero. No one knew what the General was up to, but Dirk was confident Tina would figure it out once she learned what he had seen.
While he waited for the bus back to SWSO headquarters, he went over the events of the day in his mind, just as he had been trained to do. The protocol, Tina had explained, was to do this in the car while driving back from the mission, but Dirk didn't own a car. He didn't need one. He could run faster than any sports car and with less than half the greenhouse emissions.
Only he learned the hard way not to run at night. He didn't have headlights and bicyclists were not easy to see. The Middleburg Municipal Bus was safer. Or at least that's what he thought.
He thought he could relax, enjoy a gentle summer breeze, and bask in the satisfaction of a completed mission. Little did he know that his mission was about to be compromised.
"Dirk Allen," a voice called from the darkness. "How come you never call me?"
"Dad?" Dirk turned around to see a middle-aged man emerge from a large puff of smoke.
Alan Allen was Dirk's adopted father and, as usual, he wore a purple velvet cloak with gold stars painted on it. Alan had earned his wizard's robes and he made sure everyone knew it.
"I'm not surprised you don't recognize me," the older man said as he approached his son. "It's been so long since you've laid eyes on me."
Dirk sighed. His father could be so passive-aggressive.
"I'm sorry," he said and he mostly meant it. "I've been really busy these past couple months, you know, with work and all."
"I wouldn't call it work," Alan grumbled. "You're a male-model. My son would pick the one career where women make more than men."
Technically Dirk was still a male-model. Tina insisted he keep the job as a cover so no one would suspect he was a secret agent. Apparently "secret" meant he had to keep it a secret. It also meant he had to keep hidden the one thing that might actually make his father proud.
"How long are you going to even have that career?" Alan leaned against a nearby dumpster and made a show of examining his fingernails. "It's not like you're getting any younger."
"I'm in my mid-twenties," Dirk reminded him.
"Tic toc, tic toc." Alan looked up, meeting his son's eyes with a hard, unforgiving glare. "I want grandchildren."
"Right now?" Dirk looked around them. They were alone on a deserted street in Middleburg's corduroy district. A greasy ground fog hugged the cold pavement and echoes of lost hope rattled through the night air. "Even if I had an agreeable partner, this isn't an ideal place to make a baby."
Alan's upper lip curled into a snarl. "Ridicule me all you want, but I demand the Allen blood be passed onto the next generation."
"Allen blood?" Dirk scoffed. "I'm adopted."
His father stopped short, his mouth gaping. "You think that makes you less my son?" Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. "Do you think that makes me less your father?"
"Of course not." The guilt weighed heavily on Dirk, so heavily he couldn't lift his eyes to meet his father's gaze. "I know you love me. And I love you too, Dad."
Alan reached for his son and pulled him into a hug. "That's right." He thumped Dirk on the back. "And you're going to love the grandchildren you give me."
Dirk pried himself from the older man's embrace. "Sure, someday I'd like to have kids, but right now I have to put my work first. Speaking of which, " He glanced down at his watch. "The bus should be here soon. I'm glad we had the chance to talk."
"I don't accept that," Alan said. "No. You'll get started on a baby this week, and to make sure you do--" He pointed one finger straight up and swirled it in the air until a glowing green mist started to form around it. "-- I'm putting a spell on you. You won't be able to speak or form words unless you have an erection."
"That's a little extreme," Dirk started to say, but he was cut short when his father shook his finger and flicked the green mist at him.
Dirk's mysterious powers had always been a burden to him. Sure they came in handy during daylight hours, but they made him feel less than human. Now, at this moment, with his father's totally inappropriate spell racing toward him, he'd never been happier to have inhuman speed. With one swift step he moved out of the spell's way and watched as it wafted harmlessly into the wall behind him.
"Not cool, Dad!" he shouted. "Not cool at all!" Then he turned and ran all the way back to headquarters where Tina awaited him and the important information he had gathered. Yes, it was a dangerous thing to do, running at top speed at night, but he was a secret agent-in-training. Wasn't it his job to court danger?
It was at headquarters that he found out his powers hadn't saved him. It didn't matter how fast he'd moved, his father's boner curse had gotten on him. If he was going to give his report, if Tina was going to stop General Zero, then Dirk needed a stiffy.
To be continued in part 2, By kittybeaver for Literotica.