Scarlett Johansson: Agent Red Ep. 04 The Girl Next Door… to Evil
By Muhabba

Lindsay grunted as she nearly tripped over her feet again. “Oh Bitchiest of Bitches, can I please take the blindfold off now?” she asked.

“Mwa ha, ha, ha…” the evil Christina cackled maniacally. “Now is the time, my servile servant,” she cried out before roughly yanking the blindfold off of Lindsay’s face.

Lindsay Lohan, double agent working undercover for B.R.E.A.S.T.S. to infiltrate the evil organization S.L.U.T., blinked as she looked around the room. “Is that a throne?” she asked as she nodded across the large room, her voice echoing.

“My throne from which I shall rule the world!” Christina called out as she raised her arms triumphantly in the air.

Lindsay took her first good look at the evil Queen of Mischief since she had put the blindfold on. Christina was wearing a black leather jumpsuit with metallic shoulder pads on it. A red cape a shade darker than her hair was pinned to the pads with bits of metallic jewelry placed around the suit that accentuated the maniacal mistress’s own blue eyes. She stood on six inch black heeled boots that stretched her legs out and made her thick ass look like it belonged in an oil painting. Her large breasts strained the front of her new uniform as she cackled in glee.

Looking down at her own new uniform, Lindsay could tell it was of a similar design except without the orientation. “Where are we exactly, my queen?” she asked.

“My throne room,” Christina said simply as she strutted across the room towards her new throne.

“I, uh… I guessed that, oh Evil One,” Lindsay said nervously. “She’s gone crazier than ever,” she thought to herself. “But where exactly?” she asked in case it was finally time to ditch her gig and escape.

“My new secret base,” Christina said as she dramatically sat down and threw one of her legs over the arm rest, “Emphasis on the ‘Secret’ part.”

“She’s gone completely paranoid,” Lindsay thought. “But how can we staff your new ‘Secret’ base without your Charlotte McKinney clone army? Perhaps if you told me where we are I could start holding interviews…” she started before Christina interrupted her.

“After our last two bases were infiltrated by that despicable Agent Red only I will know the location of our new base!” Christina shouted.

“At least she’s including me in the ‘ours’ part or my cover is blown,” Lindsay thought. “But the staff…” she started before being interrupted again.

“They will be bussed in,” Christina said simply.

Lindsay rolled her eyes at Christina’s bus plan. “But without the clone army, how will we…” she started before being interrupted once again and grinding her teeth in frustration.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” Christina said joyfully, “It’s being taken care of. Now get your knee pads and tongue brace, I wish to celebrate.”

Lindsay shrugged her shoulders in defeat. With no information from Christina and no way to communicate her location to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. she would just have to hope they could uncover S.L.U.T.S.’s plan on their own. “Yes, your gooey greatness,” she said as she shuffled off to find her oral protective gear as Christina clapped excitedly.

-9:08 AM, The Office Of Jennifer Love Hewitt, Family Counselor

“Come in,” Jennifer said from her seat behind her desk. She didn’t look up as her patient came in and shut the office door behind him. “Have a seat,” she said as she finished the last of her paperwork. “I’m glad to see you today, Tom,” she said as she looked up and smiled warmly.

Tom sat down on the couch and looked at his psychologist. She was beautiful with a girl next door face, flowing brown hair and a killer body. Her amazing chest was always threatening to burst forth from her simple white blouses and her hips always stretched whatever she was wearing tightly across her rounded ass. He shook the image of her stripping for him out of his mind and tried not to leer at her. “I… I was surprised when you called and asked for a private appointment without my wife,” he said nervously as he noticed how transparent the blouse was and the fact he could almost see her hard, light brown nipples.

“Don’t worry about your wife,” Jennifer said as she stood up from behind her desk and arched her back to stretch out. See saw the look of need in her patient’s eyes and tried not to smirk as she strolled over to him. Her brown skirt came down to mid-thigh, and as she took too large of a step she exposed the garter holding her stockings up. She took several long steps forward until she reached the couch and sat down next to her up-coming victim.

“This… this is supposed to… supposed to be ‘Couples Counselling’ so what about Carol?” he asked nervously as he unknowingly stared at Dr. Hewitt’s chest.

“I’ll get to her as well,” Jennifer said, “But I wanted to talk to you first.” Jennifer slowly undid the first two buttons of her blouse. It wasn’t anything indecent or showed a great deal of cleavage but it was a reminder of her breasts for Tom. “Tom, I want to ask you a question,” she said plainly.

In a effort to not appear to be a Peeping Tom pervert, Tom ripped his eyes away from Jennifer’s chest and looked up at her face. She was smiling sweetly at him and her hair was pulled back into a loose bun. He felt kind of ashamed of himself for concentrating on his doctor’s chest as soon as he had entered the room. Sure, Dr. Hewitt was attractive but that didn’t mean he had to leer at her. “Sure, Doc, shoot,” he finally managed to say.

Jennifer looked deep into Tom’s eyes. “Would you like to see my tits, Tom?” she asked with a careful, even tone of voice.

“Yes,” Tom blurted out before he could stop himself.

“Would you like to touch my tits, Tom?” Jennifer asked in the same time of voice.

Tom kept the correct answer in his mind, the answer that wouldn’t get him divorced. “Yes,” he blurted out again despite wanting to have said “no”.

“Would you like to fuck me, Tom?”

He was ready this time. There was no way he was going to fuck up and say “yes” again. He was a rock. “Yes,” he said, “Dammit!”

“What’s the deepest, darkest fantasy you’ve never told your wife about, Tom?”

There was no way he was gonna fuck this one up. He had no idea why he kept answering Dr. Hewitt’s questions truthfully but this was a more difficult question than a simple yes or no. He knew he could stop himself from digging a even deeper hole for himself. There was no way he could screw this up. “I want to be completely used and dominated by a woman,” he said quickly before he could slap his hands across his mouth. His eyes grew wide in shock and horror at what he had just said and his mouth went dry.

“Easily managed,” Jennifer said. In a flash she slapped Tom hard enough to knock him back farther onto the couch.

“Ow! What was that for?” he whined as a perfect, red handprint slowly started blossoming across his face.

“Silence, worm,” Jennifer growled angrily as she got to her feet. She lifted her legs up and shoved her heel against Tom’s chest forcing him to lay flat on the couch. “You’ll speak only when spoken to,” she said through gritted teeth as she ripped her blouse open to reveal her large, wildly jiggling breasts.

Tom was nearly blinded as Dr. Hewitt’s buttons hit his face but he would rather lose an eye than miss a moment of his doctor’s large, swaying breasts. “Sorry, ma’am,” he mumbled pitifully.

“What did I say about talking!” Jennifer snapped as she yanked her blouse off and threw it to the side, “I have no interest in you using your tongue for talking.” She removed her foot from his chest as she undid the snaps of her tight skirt, letting the flimsy garment flutter to the floor as she let Tom peer at her mostly naked body. She wore only her high heeled shoes, her black stockings and her matching garter belt. “Now, present tongue,” she demanded.

Tom have no idea as to why he saluted his doctor before sliding his tongue out of his mouth but he did it anyway as he scooted deeper into the couch cushions. His hands slid down to his pants to take them off and relieve some of the pressure his erection was giving him but Dr. Hewitt smacked his hands away.

“That’s mine and nobody touches what’s mine. Got it!?” Jennifer scolded as she wagged her finger at Tom. He nodded submissively and she gave him a curt nod back before climbing up into the couch and straddling his head. Using her fingers she opened her pink, shaven labia and glared down the length of her naked body at her patient. “Lick,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tom said before being slapped painfully again.

“Stop talking!” Jennifer growled before smothering Tom with her spread pussy. She gripped his hair and held him firmly between her thighs as she began humping his face. She shuddered slightly as his tongue delved deep into her pussy, her juices flowing freely into his lapping mouth. She tightened her hold on his hair, using him like a pony that needed to be broken, riding hard and rough, moaning passionately the whole while.

As his therapist rode his face, Tom lapped at her juices as fast as he could as his face was smothered by her hot, horny groin. He held her thighs firmly, bracing himself as she tugged on his hair and he began gasping for breath as she rolled her hips up against him. He began panting for breath, his teeth clacking together with the force of Dr. Hewitt’s thrusts as she moaned out above him. Never in his life had he ever dreamed about cheating on his wife but for some strange reason, the longer that Jennifer rode his face the more comfortable he was to do it.

As her juices bubble up from inside her, Jennifer panted and moaned louder and louder, enjoying the power that her body gave her since she had first hit puberty. She had found that most everybody she met had an almost hypnotic desire to see her breasts and had started studying hypnotism young in her life, using her charms to accrue most anything she wanted whenever she felt like it. And then she had discovered S.L.U.T. and they knew how best to use her assets and eventually discovered the process to give Katy Perry her powers. And now she was the key figure in Christina’s newest plan.

On the verge of orgasm, Jennifer practically leapt off of her patient’s face. “You are pathetic!” she growled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Tom said meekly.

Jennifer slapped him hard and glared down at him. “What did I tell you about talking,” she hissed, “I’m trying to forget the fact that you are here. But since you obviously don’t know how to use your tongue I have no choice but to fuck you in order to get off. Strip!”

Tom tried to contain his boyish enthusiasm as he stripped off all his clothes and sat back down, his erection bobbing and pointing up at the ceiling, his eyes locked onto Jennifer’s firm breasts.

Jennifer appraised her patient’s prick before shrugging her shoulders. “It’ll do,” she said before straddling his lap. It wasn’t just her body and tits she used to exert control over people, it was her voice as well. Modulating the tone of her voice along with what she said she could pretty much claim the will of anybody as her own. Straddling Tom’s lap she grasped the base of his cock and squeezed him painfully. “And don’t fuck this up,” she ordered, “This is your last chance.” She shrugged her shoulders to send her breasts swaying as she lowered herself down, her tight pussy parting around her victim’s hard prick.

As his therapist took his cock, Tom groaned out in pleasure as he stared at her nearly naked body, her garters and stockings highlighting her nudity. His hands immediately ran to her round, firm ass, squeezing her silky smooth flesh as she moaned and he bottomed out inside of her. His hands slid up her warm, soft body to her chest and her magnificent tits. His hands trembled as his fingers spread around her large, firm breasts, failing to encircle them completely because of their size. He squeezed them tentatively, her flesh oozing out from between his fingers as she began rolling her hips and fucking him.

As she fucked her client and moaned at just the right frequency, Jennifer let him get a good feel in of her tits, her tight cunt gripping his pole as it slid wetly up and down his shaft. She placed her hands on his shoulder as she rode him before sliding her hands down his arms as he squeezed and kneaded her tits. When she reached his wrists her wrapped her fingers around them and squeezed her lower muscles making her cunt grip and ripple around his cock. And then suddenly she yanked his hands away.

“What!” Tom asked in a panic before mewling pathetically as Jennifer held his hands away from her amazing body.

“That’s enough of that,” Jennifer said with a evil grin and a wicked smirk on her lips. She held him down on the couch, refusing to budge an inch as his cock throbbed inside of her.

“Please?” Tom asked pitifully.

Jennifer peered evilly down at her patient. “You know what I want to hear, worm,” she growled as she moved her hips just enough to make Tom shudder.

Tom could feel his will slipping away as the desire to touch Jennifer’s large tits overcame him. “I… I… I can’t,” he stuttered.

“You will do as I say,” Jennifer said. She shook her shoulders sending a wave through her chest as Tom whined pitifully below her.

By now, Tom only had eyes for his doctor’s swaying chest. “H… Ha… Hail S.L.U.T.”

Jennifer laughed evilly as she released Tom’s wrist and his hands flew to her chest.

-4:30 PM. The bedroom of The President’s son, Thad.

Thad stared lustfully and unabashedly at Scarlett’s chest, his erection tenting the front of his pants as he sat on the edge of his bed.

“Thad, you haven’t heard a word I’ve said,” Secret Service agent Scarlett Johansson said angrily.

“You can’t possibly know that,” Thad answered, his eyes locked onto Agent Johansson’s thick thighs. She sat across from him in a high back, over-stuffed chair dressed in the black suit and skirt of her job as his personal Secret Service agent. Her legs were crossed and her skirt stretched tight of her firm thighs. He licked his lips hungrily.

“Then what did I just say?” Scarlett asked sternly.

“That’s a unfair question,” Thad responded as his eyes crawled up to her impressive chest.

Scarlett huffed and threw her hands up in frustration. “I said we have to keep our relationship professional and that means you have to stop blackmailing me for sexual favors,” she said.

Thad’s eyes looked up into Scarlett’s blue eyes. “I think ‘blackmail’ is kind of a harsh word,” he said defensively.

“And what would you call it?”

Thad shrugged his shoulders. “Youthful flirting?”

Once again Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration before her phone went off. It was her direct link to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. so that meant if was an emergency. “I have to take this, Thad, but don’t you think that this conversation is over,” she said as she stood up and moved to the side of the room. Thad may have known about her status as a secret agent for B.R.E.A.S.T.S. but B.R.E.A.S.T.S. didn’t know that Thad knew. “This is Agent Red,” she said, using her code name.

“This is Director Carter,” the leader of B.R.E.A.S.T.S. said, “Are you alone?”

Scarlett looked over at Thad who just shrugged at her with a knowing smirk on his lips. He knew that the polite thing to do was leave so she could receive her orders in private but instead he just sat and grinned at her.

“Yes, I’m alone,” Scarlett said as she glared at Thad and leaned against his dresser, turned away from the smart-ass, teenage boy.

With Agent Johansson turned away from him, Thad stood up as quietly as possible. He could hear a tinny voice coming from the secret agent’s phone, drawing her attention away from him. He snuck up behind her as quietly as possible until he was standing right behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Scarlett jumped in momentary shock when she felt Thad slid his hands across her shoulders and repressed a quick squeak of alarm.

“What was that, Agent Red?” the Director asked.

“No… nothing,” Scarlett stuttered, “Just saw an annoying mouse.” She looked over her shoulder at the president’s son and glared angrily at him as his hands slid down the front of her shoulders to the top of her impressive chest. She tried to shoo him away as his hands slid down to her firm breasts and squeezed them tightly, almost possessively. “You can go ahead,” she told the director.

As Agent Johansson started listening to her director again, Thad stepped up closer to the sexy agent, rubbing himself against her body. He continued fondling her heaven-sent breasts as he ground himself against her thick ass, drawing his erection across her cheeks through his pants and her skirt. He placed his shaft between her firm cheeks, dry-humping her through their clothes as he began nuzzling against her neck through her shoulder length, blonde hair.

Scarlett’s eyes fluttered in unwanted pleasure as Thad ground himself against her, a small groan escaping from her lips.

“What was that?” the director asked again.

“Jus… just that… that annoying mouse again,” Scarlett said trying to repress another groan of unwanted lust. Thad may have been just a teenage boy but he seemed to certainly knew how to use his body in the best ways possible.

“You might want to see about getting an exterminator for the White House,” Director Carter said.

“I’ll… I’ll do that,” Scarlett groaned as Thad’s hands slid down her now panting body. The President’s son’s hands made their way down to her plain, black skirt and began pulling it up her thighs, exposing her stockings. He slipped his fingers between her legs and moved them up the insides of her quivering thighs. He used his fingertips to trace the leg openings of her functional panties, teasing her and causing her body to warm. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was moistening as he continued to molest her body.

Thad groaned as he ground himself against Agent Johansson’s body and she angrily shushed him as she tried to listen to her phone. He had a firm hold on her body, one hand circling where he knew her clit was beneath her panties while his other hand slid back up to her amazing chest. He unbuttoned two of the middle buttons of her plain blouse and slipped his hand inside and scooped one of her large tits out of her bra. He squeezed her warm, silky breast and teased her nipple as the middle finger of his other hand continued circling her clit. He smiled spread wider as she groaned again and began grinding her hot pussy against his hand and her thick ass against his throbbing cock.

With a loud grunt, Thad came in his pants, collapsing against Scarlett as she tried to listen to her phone. She found herself sandwiched between the President’s son and his desk, his body pressed tightly against her. “I’m sorry, Director Carter. Can you repeat that?” she asked.

“I said I need you to come to HQ as soon as possible,” Director Carter said.

Scarlett elbowed Thad in the ribs trying to get him to move off of her. “Yes, ma’am,” she said obediently before switching off her phone. She shoved her official phone back into her pocket and shoved the sated teenage boy off of her. “I can’t believe you’d take advantage of me like that,” she said angrily.

“I thought we’d agreed to call it ‘teenage flirting’,” Thad said with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Again, Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration and also in confusion. Frustration that Thad refused to take their relationship seriously and confused over the fact that she wasn’t upset that he had used her to orgasm but rather that they didn’t get to finish together. “You owe me, mister,” she said sternly.