"No, I want the redhead..."

"...Otherwise I'll leave and the deal is off."

Bobby seems to want to protest, but Veronica, without any sign of ****, steps forward and gives Mark a gentle kiss on the lips. "Lets do this," she says huskily and starts to guide him towards the bed. You and Bobby take a seat on the couch in the corner of the room. It's a small couch, so you're uncomfortably pressed up against Bobby. This dingy motel room doesn't have any other furniture, though, so it'll have to do.

As Veronica pushes Mark down so he sits on the edge of the bed, he looks at the two of you on the couch with nervous eyes. His attention however is soon grabbed by the red vixen starting to undo his pants. Bobby was right to not leave the newbie alone with a potential enemy, although you think he might have other motifs for wanting to stay. You, however, don't feel like having to watch what is happening, so you think of something.

Veronica releases Mark's penis from his confining pants, while sitting on her knees between his legs. As she takes the already hard, but slightly underwhelming dick in her mouth, you take aim with your orgasmotron and press the blue button. Immediately the henchman begins to orgasm. He grabs Veronica's red locks and starts to hump her face vigorously. Veronica hardly has time to register what's happening, but dutifully starts to swallow. As Mark is panting through the aftershocks and releases her head, Veronica shoots you an annoyed glance. She is of course familiar with the effects of the orgasmotron and must've rightly guessed what was happening.

"I'm sorry," Mark babbles, "I mean, it was the best orgasm I've ever head, but I'm sorry. I don't know how that happened." He looks slightly embarrassed at shooting off so quickly.

"Well, no worries," you say cheerily while standing up, "we'll meet you here again tonight. Let's say at nine?"

"Sit down," Veronica says to you before turning her attention back to Mark. "Don't worry, it happens to the best of them. I'll take it as a compliment. Now, this was hardly what you bargained for, so you just stay put until I've got you nice and hard again." You grumble silently. You gave her a perfectly reasonable out, but Veronica seems either out to proof something, or is just a bigger slut then you thought. Either way, you sit down again next to the grinning Bobby.

Veronica in the mean time stands up and starts to sway her hips. She slowly turns around, giving everybody in the room a good view of her sensually moving body. She grabs the hem of her top and slowly pulls it off. "God damn," you hear Bobby whisper. You have to agree. Veronica is wearing a fancy, lacy black bra that is slightly see-through, showing just the hint of nipple. Her big breasts stand out against her toned stomach.

Next, she undoes the button of her shorts, and turns around, giving Mark nice view of her tight ass. She gyrates her hips, while she slowly peels of her pants. Slowly, a thong appears that matches her bra. Veronica's ass is tight and bubbly. You feel Bobby moving next to you, which stirs you out of your fascinated staring. As you look over, you see him rubbing his erection through his pants. You are slightly disgusted, but truth be told you kind of feel like doing the same thing. You've always considered yourself to be straight, but looking at Veronica you can't help but think that nobody is thát straight.

"Fuck yeah," Bobby mumbles in himself. When you look at what he is looking at, you are just in time to see Veronica drop her bra. As it falls away, you notice that her breasts are way more perky than any breasts of that size have a right to be. You look for scarring, but not finding any conclude that they must be natural. That makes you feel a little jealous, but also aroused. Finally Veronica pushes her ass towards Mark's face. He gets the hint and takes her thong between his teeth and starts to pull down the flimsy garment. You find yourself wishing urgently that you were in his place.

"God damn," Bobby says, "she must be the hottest woman alive." This statement annoys you more than it should. You agree with him, and you've always hated the fact that Bobby tries to get into your pants every chance he gets. So why does it irk you so that his attentions have shifted to Veronica lately? Veronica, now stark naked, pushes Mark back onto the bed, kisses him deeply and starts to take off his shirt.

As you ponderously look over to Bobby, you see that he has taken out his dick and is jerking off right next to you. You let out an surprised and annoyed grunt, to which he gives you a look that seems to say 'what has to be done, has to be done.' You're about to look away in disgust when he says: "How about you give me a hand?"

Normally you would have laughed in his face, but for some reason you find yourself entertaining the idea. It's partly Veronica's show that has gotten you hot and bothered, but it's also something else. Jealousy? Bobby has seen you naked during your missions together more often than you care to admit. He has never, however, looked at you with such unbridled lust as with which he looks at Veronica. A part of you that you didn't know was in you has this urge to win him back. To show him that you're better than that floozy that is crawling on the bed.

As Veronica finishes undressing Mark, you find your hand subconsciously moving towards the hard dick that Bobby is presenting to you. You bite your lip as you are wondering wether you want suppress these petty, jealous urges, or wether you are going to give in.