yes, pretend to agree

“I’m in,” I tell Lang, forcing the words through a throat that feels dry.

Lang’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Good. I like decisive people.” He gestures toward Julia. “She’ll handle your onboarding. You’ll be staying on-site tonight.”

When he leaves the hangar, the sound of his footsteps fades, but the unease he leaves behind lingers like smoke. Julia exhales slowly, finally relaxing her shoulders.

“You didn’t have to say yes,” she murmurs.

“I didn’t,” I answer. “Not really.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re pretending.”

I nod once. “Until I find out what he’s hiding-- and how deep Doe’s involved.”

Something flickers in her expression-- admiration or warning, I can’t tell. “Then be careful. Around here, curiosity is a liability.”

We leave the hangar and step into the salty wind. The compound sits on a jagged stretch of coastline-- a half-dozen low buildings scattered along the cliffs, with the ocean crashing below. Rusted cranes rise from a private dock, and beyond them, the silhouettes of sunken ships tilt under the water’s surface.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Julia says, her tone oddly wistful. “Lang bought this place years ago. He calls it a research facility.”

“What does he actually research?”

“People,” she says simply. “And what they’ll do when no one’s watching.”

Her quarters are on the upper level of a prefab building overlooking the sea. Inside, it smells faintly of salt and film chemicals. A rack of diving gear stands near the window, alongside waterproof camera housings and oxygen tanks.

“You dive?” I ask, surprised.

Julia nods, unzipping her flight suit and letting it fall to the floor. Her thong-clad body partially glistened with sweat as she was pulling her hair into a loose knot. “Used to. Underwater photography. Shipwrecks mostly-- before Lang,” she replied longingly, without attempting to cover her C-sized boobs.

I glance at the diving equipment again, the pieces clicking together. “And now?”

She hesitates before answering. “Now I take pictures for him. Of things he wants forgotten.”

The words settle heavily between us.

“You mean--”

“Bodies,” she says quietly, cutting me off. “Clients who knew too much. People who broke their contracts. He dumps them into the old wreck field offshore. I document it so there’s… proof. Insurance, he calls it.”

The floor feels unsteady beneath me. “Why tell me this?” I ask approaching her.

Julia meets my eyes. “Because you need to understand what kind of man you just agreed to work for. And because… I don’t want to be part of it anymore.”

For a moment, she looks away, toward the waves pounding the rocks below. “When I’m down there, it’s quiet. Peaceful. Almost like the ocean’s trying to hide what he’s done.”

Her voice falters, and I see the conflict in her face-- the professional mask cracking, the guilt surfacing.

I move closer and rest my left hand lightly on her shoulder, lowering my voice. “Then let’s make that stop. Him, all of it. But we’ll need evidence.”

She gives a faint, uncertain laugh. “Evidence? Lang keeps everything locked in the lower vault-- below the dock. I’ve never seen anyone go in or out except him.”

“Then that’s where we start,” I say.

Julia looks at me, really looks at me this time. “You’re serious.”

“I am.”

Outside, the wind howls and the sea crashes harder, as if echoing the danger of what we’re planning.

For a long time, neither of us speaks. The waves outside crash against the rocks in uneven rhythm, the sea breathing through the cracks in the old structure. Julia stands near the window, her reflection a faint blur against the gray light.

“I used to love the water,” she says. “Now every dive feels like another secret I’m helping him bury.”

Her voice trembles just slightly-- a fracture in her control.

“Julia,” I start, but she shakes her head.

“No, you don’t have to say anything. I just--” She exhales, the sound sharp. “I needed to tell someone who isn’t part of this machine.”

I step closer, my hand sliding slowly across her back-- close enough to smell the salt in her hair. She doesn’t move away. Her eyes flicker up to mine-- tired, restless, searching.

“You shouldn’t be alone in this,” I tell her quietly.

She gives a small, humorless laugh, her eyes focused on my lips. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s said that to me.”

Something shifts then-- the air between us thickens, unspoken things crowding the silence. She leans towards me, her lips touching mine, then our mouths are locked in a deeper search for meaning. Julia suddenly disengages, pushing her hardened nipples agains my arm, as she reaches for a stack of photo negatives. "Forget it," she mutters, as she lets go of the negatives, grazing my tenting crotch with her fingers.

The look in her eyes shifts again to one of trance-like determination as she kneels in front of me and impatiently starts to unbuckle my trousers. Just then, we hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

Julia stiffens instantly. A knock, firm and impatient, breaks the spell.

The door slides open before either of us can respond. A woman in security uniform stands there-- mid-30s, sharp eyes, tablet in hand.

“Ms. Vega,” she says curtly, glancing between us. “Lang’s been asking for a status report on your dive logs. And you…” She turns to me, assessing. “You’re the new guy.”

Julia steps forward, forcing calm into her voice. “I was tasked with onboarding him. We were just prepping for tomorrow’s assignment.”

The guard grins sarcastically, one corner of her mouth twitches upward. “Right,” she says slowly. “Onboarding.” She lowers her tablet, eyes narrowing. “Lang doesn’t like distractions. I could report this little… lapse in professionalism.”

Julia goes pale. “There’s no need--”

The guard raises a hand, stopping her. “Relax. I’m not planning to make trouble. Let’s just say… I know how fragile people’s positions are around here.” Her tone softens, but there’s steel beneath it. “Maybe I should get what both of you are about to have... or I'll just come back for it later.” She winks at Julia. "I like fit girls."

She turns and leaves, the sound of her boots echoing down the metal stairs. Julia exhales shakily, pressing a hand to her forehead. “That’s how it starts.”

“Then we’ll make sure she doesn’t get the chance,” I say, though my heart is still pounding from both the closeness-- and the near miss, and my rod now standing at attention.

Julia looks up at me, something unresolved in her expression. “If we’re doing this-- exposing Lang-- we need to move before everyone starts watching us.”

I nod, the decision anchoring itself. “Tonight, then?” I ask.

She no longer replies as she takes my cock down her throat, slightly **** herself in the process.

"Not too fast," I caution her, as she lets go of my cock.

She looks up at me with determined, tear-filled eyes. "No. I simply lost it. I revealed my hand too early!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Isn't it obvious I'm starved-- sex-starved? How I really wanted to suck your cock on the plane, but you were gentlemanly enough not to take advantage of the isolation."

"What?"

"Then, I should have locked the door.... I deserved to be punished!"

"No, no. Even if you had it locked, she would still have the keys to unlock it, given that she's security."

"Put your hands behind my head and ram your cock into my mouth! Please punish me!"

I look at her tear-stained face and her wet mouth, begging to be fucked. My cock did not seem to care as it hardened even further.

She grins at my cock's reaction as she guides it towards her mouth. Then she starts impaling her throat onto it, as my fingers grasp the back of her head for support.

Outside, the sky has begun to darken. The rhythmic sound of cock hitting throat is superimposed on the sound of the waves hitting against the rocks. But soon, it is interrupted by the gentle opening and closing of the door and a whispered "I'd ike to join you." It's the security guard who has come back for her share.

The guard quickly undresses as we move to the bed. Julia continues giving me head while the guard focuses on Julia's already moist pussy. I move my fingers along the length of the guard's hairy pussy-- my thoughts a mix of passion and anger.

I insert one finger, then two, as I attempt to stimulate the guard's G-spot. A few minutes later, I sense her hips start to buckle as the first gush of her fluids drenches my fingers. She gasps momentarily and pauses her tongue treatment of Julia cunt.

Julia utilizes the gap to change position and straddle my cock. She then gives me a light peck on the check and nods with understanding as she bends sideward to eat the guard's pussy.

The tightening of the guards' thighs around Julia's neck signals another orgasm which triggers Julia's first, as I feel my cock being drenched in pussy juice.

Julia disengages from the guard's pussy and grins at me, her face speared with a mix of saliva and pussy juice. "Your turn," she says.

I pull out from Julia's tight slippery pussy and enter the guard's hairy hole. After a few poundings, I feel the tightening of her vagina walls before she screams weakly, "That's my third. I can't take it anymore."

I continue pounding until I feel a gash, and another, and another. The guard's protests are reduced to a whisper until I hear a slight snore.

Julia whispers to me, "Please cum on my face! Mark me!"

I pull out of the guard's soaked hole and release my load onto Julia's waiting face. She grins like a kid with ice cream as my cum streaks her facial mask of saliva and vaginal fluids.

I follow Julia as she heads to the bathroom. "Now's our chance," I say. "The guard's asleep."

Julia stops and faces me. "Don't presume. We better handcuff her to the bed. We can then use her set of keys to go where we need to."

We hurry back.