"My name is Agent Hammer"

She heard a soft whisper in her ear, "I am going to remove my hand, don't scream or I will be **** to disable you." The pressure came off of her mouth and Sarah did as she was told. She could feel his hand across her breast, his fingers were moving, feeling her stiffening nipple through her shirt. She still did not know if she was about to be sexually assaulted, or if there was some darker purpose at work here.

A small light went on and Sarah relaxed slightly when the man began to speak again, "My name is agent Hammer. You know who sent me, and he gives his warmest regards to you. We need your help."

Sarah turned around and looked up into the face of the man. He was maybe forty, though it was hard to tell his face was so sharply chiseled. He had the look of a man who had not an ounce of wasted movement or a scrape of fat on him. He was shaved bald; his eyes were a piecing blue and Sarah could feel them piecing her, peeling away the layers of who she was, getting to the core of herself. She knew he would know instantly if she deceived him in any way. He was massive, at least six-foot-five, and as thick as a mountain. He was the kind of man that made her go weak inside, he was the kind of man that she would like to spend some quality time between the sheets with.

Trying not to show the welter of emotions he unleashed inside her, she asked him in the most casual tone she could muster, "So what can I do for you Agent Hammer, and why all the cloak and dagger."

He started talking, his words coming in a tight clipped tone that matched his physical appearance, "You are being watched. Your professor, Miss Bainbridge is involved with some pretty nasty people. She is looking to recruit you into her local organization. We are asking you to go along with her, join up and when the time is right, lead us up the chain to who she answers to."

"I don't understand? What organization are you talking about? She was talking about an alternative study program, like a book club or something."

"That is the front, but behind it is a very well organized lesbian terrorist group that distributes cocaine on college campuses to finance its agenda of terrorism and eventual establishment of a world government run by a lesbian ruling class."

Sarah growing bolder said, "You expect me to believe that bunch of bullshit? A lesbian ruling class, there is no way that is for real."

"You are perceptive Miss Banks, the story I just told you is the group's stated purpose but it is our belief that the group uses the philosophical front story to recruit members, and that it's real purpose is to enrich a small group of leaders. It is the leaders that we need to get to, and your professor is a possible link to that group. We have identified cells on six college campuses. We have not as of yet been able to infiltrate any of them, you represent our best hope."

"I am not actually a lesbian you know," Sarah said to him.

"Yes, I am aware of that fact. Jack filled me in on your past. I have been watching you over the past few weeks and I know you are actively heterosexual. I was surprised that Miss Bainbridge approached you as you do not seem to fit their profile. Are you opposed to lesbian encounters?"

A thrill ran through Sarah's body at the thought of the hunky agent watching her, but she was not amused by his assumption and she shot right back at him, "Are you opposed to taking a cock up your ass?"

If it would save lives I would," he answered her in a tone that left no doubt that he was telling the truth. "So can we count on you Miss Banks?"