Spend the night with Madison and consider her offer... for the good of CEDIT

You sat upon your bed in the Rowntree, pondering how strange it was that all of the world's CEDIT leaders were in one place and, stranger still, that a good number of them intended to offer you a highly indecent proposal to sway your loyalties towards their CEDIT division. You had to imagine that none of them would present this as a one-time deal; you clearly weren't so desperate for sex that a single fling would sway your opinion one way or another. On the contrary, each of them probably had ideas for all kinds of perks they planned to roll out for you, many of them illicit. The thought that you were the center of attention for each of them tonight made you feel powerful, which, in turn, made you feel horny. It was time to go do something about those feelings.

As you left your hotel room, you pondered the merits of each proposal you'd been offered the chance to hear. The only real benefit of becoming a part of CEDIT Russia, as far as you were concerned, would be to watch it from the inside and police its activities. In the end, you decided that it wasn't worth the risk of giving those rogue scientists masquerading as CEDIT access to the supreme resource that was your team. What about staying with Goodbye, then? There lay duty and loyalty; you'd been assigned to work with her, she'd shown you the assignment, and she trusted you to accomplish it. What she had never done much was actually help in the accomplishment of this very important assignment; instead, she'd left basically all of the work to you and handled other aspects with what could only be called cowardliness. Sure, she'd requisitioned tools for you, but any boss would have done the same.

You weren't motivated by anything as trite as nationalism, but you had to ask yourself: how could things so far have been different-- better-- under Madison Pettigrew's leadership as part of CEDIT London? Could a proven, competent leader like her help you guide the Goodbye Girls in the right direction and prevent any threats they posed to the rest of CEDIT and world security? Plus there were... other benefits as well. Madison was an extremely handsome woman who carried herself like royalty and, despite her young age, had the drive and sense of duty to assemble all of the world's leaders in one room to address the real issues. If she was offering you more than a professional relationship as a perk for joining back on with London...

That could be pretty hard to turn down.

Madison's room at the Hotel Rowntree was 412, near the center of the hallways and clearly a spacious, VIP accommodation from the amount of horizontal space it occupied before coming to the next door. On reflection, you realized they'd put her right next to Goodbye's room. That could potentially make things awkward; you resolved to keep your voice hidden until you were safely indoors. You knocked quietly... perhaps too quietly. You were worried that Madison wouldn't hear it, but thankfully, she answered, managing somehow to be prompt without losing her dignity by running to meet you.

Part of you had been dreaming that she might answer the door in a bathrobe, carrying a glass of wine in one hand and opening the door to a candle-lit room. Instead, she kept to character; when she opened the door for you, she wore an inviting smile, but she remained clothed in her same powder-blue pantsuit, fitted well to her slender form. Her diamond-stud earrings drew your eyes as they flashed in the hall-light... There was nothing sexual at all about this greeting, and yet, you couldn't stop imagining her giving you the same sort of offer that Milaslava surely intended to. Naked. Sweating. Wet, dripping, and moaning with pleasure, staining the pure white bedsheets of her double bed-

Her face began to flush as she closed the door behind you, silently. You wondered if you'd made your perverse thoughts too evident. Her brown eyes watched you, seeming somehow suspicious and devoid of their usual good humor. "Please, have a seat over at the tea table. I've prepared coffee for the two of us. If we're going to be up late, we'll need something strong to get us through it," she encouraged you.

You did feel encouraged. Up late, huh? You couldn't stop yourself from making the joke out loud.

Madison arched her eyebrows indignantly and adopted a scolding face, looking a bit like Tschau when you'd first met her. "I-I'll thank you not to make such lewd insinuations, Mister Speck."

You'd been surrounded by lewd people for so long, you'd sort of forgotten that some of the women in CEDIT weren't thinking about sex all of the time. You apologized, blaming it on the Goodbye Girls for warping your sense of humor, then took your seat upon the low couch on one side of the equally low tea-table. Soon enough, Madison brought over coffee, pouring carefully into two mugs. "The Rowntree has a fine enough blend, though, if I'd been thinking ahead, I would have brought my personal stock. That would probably go a long way in assisting my... negotiations."

You wondered if she'd barely avoided saying "bribe" just now. Still, you had to agree with her initial observation; it was damn good coffee. You supposed Madison wouldn't arrange accommodations for everyone in a hotel with subpar coffee. Guiltily, you wondered if Goodbye was drinking it alone right now... she was quite the coffee addict.

"Mister Speck, it pains me to have to meet with you in secret like this and encourage you to follow along with this plan of mine. However, it is simply what is in the best interest of our organization. You must have felt like you've been fighting an uphill battle in Washington, struggling with the Goodbye Girls while your boss-- and I'm sorry for the slight against her, if she is your friend-- mostly leaves you to your fate. The fact that she's been risking you in so many field missions is a gross misallocation of resources. I understand you've been injured numerous times in these deployments and yet she persists. My leadership style is much different; I would have you working in a joint force alongside standard agents, with more men allocated to watching the movements of the Goodbye Girls. They're getting away with too much and CEDIT has just handed them the keys..."

While you did agree with that sentiment, you had to disagree with her proposed methodology. Being in the field with the Goodbye Girls was essential to understanding them and researching their characters; on the contrary, if you'd been a handler confined to the office, you would have never anticipated their movements. They might have killed you out of sheer boredom with you or a lack of respect. Those field missions had actually been necessary to gain their trust.

"Is that so? Now I really need you aboard... Your insights to these career criminals we call our finest agents is truly fascinating. You and I could lead the way to the development of new super-agents... We could take so many lessons from your investigations! Pardon me for raising my voice. I just feel... CEDIT has so much room to grow," Madison excused herself, setting her coffee cup noisily down upon the saucer she used as a coaster. "Imagine, new super-agents, without the problems of insubordination and gray morality that the Goodbye Girls exhibit! It's a prospect I feel motivated to pursue with all of my resources. That's the reason I've invited you here. I'm hoping you'll share in this dream of mine..."

Determined to push your luck, you set down your coffee as well, then smiled across the table. You asked her if she was really devoting all of her resources to that pursuit. You recognized the hypocrisy in your character here... on one hand, Madison appeared to be the option best suited to help in the utilization of the Goodbye Girls. That was why you'd come to her. Now that she was here, offering you that opportunity, you were haggling for more in a way that had no benefit to CEDIT... But perhaps you wouldn't have survived or stayed with the Goodbye Girls this long, unless you had these kinds of motivations.

The woman adjusted her tie, then watched you through one open eye, tilting her nose up. She seemed to be waiting for you to tell her you were joking once again. When you didn't, she placed both hands in her lap and began to blush. "Y-You're serious? You want me to be your signing... You want me to offer you that sort of signing bonus?" she corrected herself, looking ten years younger as she fidgeted in her seat. You reminded her that she was the one who'd invited you to her room at midnight. As she protested, you realized you had to take the lead; you didn't think you'd get to the conclusion you wanted if you waited for her to piece everything together. You reached down to take her hand, then led her over to the luxurious double bed of her Rowntree room. She followed you with the timid obedience of a child.

You asked her to strip.

Nodding wordlessly, the woman began the slow process of shedding out of that prim and proper suit, laying each garment folded and neat upon the edge of the bed. The jacket and shoes came first, then the tie. Next, with trepidation, the slacks. Now clad only in that lengthy, billowing white button-up, tall white socks, and her diamond stud earrings, it was hard to see her as the most powerful member of CEDIT's joint committee. Her slender, pale legs begged for your perverted hands to begin running along their length, but you restrained herself, asking her to continue. With an embarrassed frown, she began to unbutton the shirt, then shrugged it off from her narrow shoulders. Underneath, she wore only a sky-blue set of lacy undergarments. Her body was rather slim, but with a decent pair of breasts, normally hidden by her mannish choice in attire. She wasn't particularly toned, unlike most of the Goodbye Girls; that was probably proof that she did most of her work behind a desk, rather than in the field.

Instead of asking her to remove the rest, you set both hands down at her side, then leaned over her body. As she fell backwards beneath you, you began to kiss at her neck-line, soliciting a quiet, restrained gasp. You felt her chest begin to rise and fall with hammering heartbeats beneath your own much broader frame. Feeling encouraged, you allowed your hands to explore, running your fingers down her long legs and across her smooth abdomen, before refocusing them at the forbidden areas of her breasts and the lap of her panties. "Mister Speck...!"

You encouraged her, first off, to call you Nathaniel. Then, you noted there was nothing wrong about what the two of you were doing. You were both unmarried agents of about the same age; you even had a bit of history together, considering her division was where you'd spent most of your life. If she was attracted to you, there was nothing wrong about this sort of play. If she wasn't, all she needed to do was tell you so and you'd abstain. You weren't so petty that you were going to truly allow this sort of thing to determine who became your new boss.

Madison looked to one side, reconsidering for just a moment, before meeting you again with her brown eyes. "I think... Perhaps this is part of my own investigation. I know you used these sorts of techniques to win over the Goodbye Girls too. I can continue," she reassured you, sounding as though she'd found some mission-focused determination. Either way, you took that as your call to proceed and slid down her panties, revealing her sex; a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair sat above what you were now sure was a virgin's slit. "B-But you do need to use a condom..." You agreed to the terms, but told her you hadn't brought one. To your surprise, she produced one from the bed-side table. She watched you with a scolding frown, raising one eyebrow. "I had imagined things might go this way. I made preparations accordingly. You should learn not to underestimate me..."

After taking a moment to strip out of your own suit, you fitted yourself with a condom, then reassumed your position with yourself on top and her on bottom. The way her eyes nervously scanned your musculature provided further evidence of her sexual inexperience... Some people might find it embarrassing to be a virgin at thirty years of age, but for her, that was just the cost of her work focus. Only now, when work overlapped pleasure, did she finally have a chance to rectify that state. Slowly, you rubbed your length up and down against her sex, gauging her reaction as you teased her. You could feel that she was already wet... both hands reached back above her head and grabbed into the sheets, as she prepared for the roller-coaster to drop, so to speak.

Moving your own hands so that they pressed against her wrists, you began to insert yourself. As she cried at the unfamiliar sensation, you began to wonder if masturbation even came naturally to her... only to notice that she'd also revealed a pink dildo, when she'd opened up that drawer containing the condoms. Apparently, she'd come prepared with a plan B, in the event that she managed to finish this negotiation without offering herself to you. Feeling a bit less guilty, you pushed yourself in deeper, than began to thrust back and forth.

The "negotiations" such as they were had pretty much concluded. The woman's wit and occasional long-windedness both vanished, giving ways to cries that were at first almost pathetic, but slowly gained a tone of pleasure, once she decided the foreign feeling was one she enjoyed. Once she began to get used to that, you gave her a little more to chew on, dropping her bra to reveal her perky breasts and aroused nipples. Eagerly, you kissed one of them, then sucked upon the tips. Who among CEDIT London had ever dared to dream of treating their leader this way? This was a fantasy so taboo, it would rarely occur to the average agent, no matter how horny they became. Or, perhaps, it could be said that her usual tendency to dress in such a business-focused way and act professionally towards people deflected such interests.

Without the suit and without the words, you thought she was a beautiful woman. She was beautiful either way, but this way was so strikingly different, the mere contrast made you more aroused. It wasn't long before you found yourself filling that condom she'd insisted upon. As you pulled out and revealed its bulge, you saw her panting, but staring longingly at it... you wondered if she had yet to hit her own climax yet. If so, that was pretty surprising, considering her status as a virgin... Or perhaps she'd climaxed and simply wanted more. The space on the sheets was extremely damp with what you assumed was mostly her own liquids, considering yours were mostly trapped inside the balloon.

"... We won't get a lot of opportunities like this once you're on board," she reminded you, wearing a slight smile. "The coffee still has me alert... Let's go at it one more time..."

You wondered if she realized you'd need a moment to get prepared for a second round. Thankfully, she helped you out, raising her hips to eagerly begin rubbing herself up and down your length once again, sloppily using her belly rather than her vagina. You thought you saw in her the makings of a woman who enjoyed sex more than she wanted to admit to herself...

... Only later would you remember that Goodbye was in the room one over from this one. That would be an awkward conversation for another day.