Ride shotgun with Au Revoir... and get hazed?!

You knew Despedida was going to bury her nose in a video game as soon as the ride started. If you rode up front with Au Revoir, at least you could get some conversation. You told the giant blonde that you'd keep her company, which caused a huge, happy grin to spread across her face. "Oui, we have much to discuss, New Ciao! And I have something else for you too! A special gift I like to give all the New Ciaos! Though, hopefully, you're the last one for a while!"

Well, that sounded ominous. Still, you buckled in and prepared for a long ride. The girl turned out to be a relentless conversationalist... You figured you ought to be filling out her dossier, but all of her questions were about you, making it hard to get a word in edge-wise. You wondered how it was possible that a woman as well-traveled as herself and with so many legendary missions could care about your favorite food back in Europe...

Finally, you saw a chance to break into the conversation and pull something out of her instead. As she started launching into questioning when your birthday was coming up, you reminded her that she'd said she had a gift for you. What was it?

"Hmmm? Ooooh, Au Revoir caught your attention earlier, did she not? It's right down here..." The grinning girl took her eyes off the rode for a minute and reached one huge arm across the aisle, towards what you assumed to be the glove box. That turned out to be the wrong guess; instead, she placed her hand onto the lap of your pants. "What do you think?" she asked bluntly, now stroking her large palm up and down against the front. "Despedida will not care, she wears headphones. We have tissues in the glove box. What is not to like?"

You had to admit... you didn't think that you'd be involved in such a situation with the Goodbye Girls this quickly. She had a point: what was not to like? Then again... a handjob from that huge French muscle lady could get pretty rough.

"You seem pensive! I will give you the demonstration." With a smile, she quickly unzipped your trousers with practiced efficiency, as though she'd had more practice than just a few Ciaos in the past, and released your member. "Ah! Bigger than last Ciao. That is good... I had to do him with two fingers!" Giggling, the lady wrapped her hand around your not yet rigid shaft, then began to stroke it up and down with all of the alarming **** you'd been expected. It didn't feel bad... actually, in a masochistic way, you had to admit that the roughness, which you'd never experienced even from the full weight of a woman bearing down upon your member, was foreign and exotic. It felt like she was trying to pluck your manhood like a weed! You begged her to slow down a bit, even as you questioned whether you wanted her to.

"Ha ha ha! This is a hazing, New Ciao, a hazing! You do not get to ask me to be gentle. Now you must be a man, oui?"

Oui!

You leaned back in your seat, glancing back at the unaware face of Despedida as she played some video game or another, not even watching the events play out in the front seats. One thing was for sure: your dick wasn't going to take this punishment for long. What was soft became hard and what was asleep began to throb, through a mixture of pain and pleasure. The woman's usual grin had taken on a look of playfulness rather than malice. "Oooh! You can take it! I've never had one last this long before! Should I use my mouth?"

You begged her to keep her eyes on the road, as the car began to swerve dangerously. Amazingly, Despedida looked as though she hadn't noticed.

Playing along seemed like the best bet... behavior like this would be grounds for dismissal between other agents, but operatives as eccentric and indispensable as the Goodbye Girls could probably get away with anything. You told Au Revoir you wouldn't turn down the blowjob under more gentle circumstances.

"Ha ha ha ha! There are no gentle circumstances, New Ciao, not with Au Revoir around!"

She wasn't kidding... a few jerks later, you groaned, desperately fumbling for one of the tissues to stop your spooge from getting all over the glove-box and passenger's seat. There was no stopping it from coating her hand, though; it came out around the cup of her thick, clenched fingers and spilled over like a volcano erupting. Huffing with exertion, you tried to pass her the tissue box so she could clean herself.

Instead, the woman stuck her over-sized fingers to her mouth, then began to lick the cum from each of them, turning her hand over to get each side of the palm and knuckles. "You came a lot, New Ciao. I have a feeling we're going to get along very well together..."

After that, she did accept a tissue. You were beginning to feel like you'd need to sanitize everything you touched after her...

You made a note to expect this sort of thing if you ever rode up front with Au Revoir again... But, just as importantly, it sounded like Au Revoir had a pretty intimate relationship with your predecessors. Was that something that would keep her from wanting to kill them? Then again... She didn't seem like the sentimental type. Heck, with what she'd done to your poor cock just now, you could easily imagine her killing you with a handjob. You zipped up your pants and pondered on it, as the long-winded conversation with your driver resumed.