Strip!

You quickly remove your clothes, tossing the t-shirt to the table and letting your pants fall to the floor. You quickly step out of your jeans, kicking them aside.

The agent whistles appreciatively, making you turn crimson with embarrassment.

"Nope, no wires, though I do see something suspicious..." she remarks.

You frown. What could possibly be suspicious? Other than the fact that you're standing nude. In YOUR kitchen. On a Saturday morning.

"This..." she smiles, reaching down and tugging on your growing erection. You gasp as she squeezes, her skilled hand pumping your shaft roughly. "merits closer inspection."

Licking her lips, she sinks to her knees and licks the head of your cock. Something about being given a blowjob by a government agent strikes you as surreal. You have no time to ponder this further, however, as she quickly swirls her tongue over the head before encloses your shaft with the wet heat of her mouth.

She quickly bobs, her hands squeezing and pulling on each of your balls. You groan, placing a hand atop her short brown hair. She sucks harder in response, nearly driving you over the edge.

You sway in place slightly, enjoying the feel of her tongue on the underside of your shaft when she roughly smacks your ass. She lifts her sunglasses briefly and winks at you.

All too quickly, you feel that familiar churning in your gut and you empty your load into her waiting mouth. She swallows eagerly, licking the head of your cock after sucking you dry.

"Mmmm..." she murmurs, climbing to her feet. "Too sweet to be a communist, I think."

You can only nod, feeling incredibly relaxed. She pats your shoulder and heads for the door. "See you tonight, mister carpenter." she chuckles before waltzing out of the kitchen.