acting_chica
Cadet
this is in an alternate universe. i began by stealing some of the storyline from amy lynn’s “red” (really good go read it...and don't worry she told me i could so it is ok) but it seems to have taken a very different direction.
syd is still working for sd-6. she is not working for the cia. she has just discovered from her father that sd-6 is not the cia. then her father was killed. she is obviously not feeling so good about working for sd-6, but at the time, she didn’t have a choice. she didn’t want to go to the real cia because the only thing she wanted was revenge for her father’s killings, and to find her mom.
she hasn’t met sark yet, this will be the first time.
it was caesars palace in las vegas. sydney was not exactly excited about this mission. her first mission after learning that her father was dead; not only dead but most likely at the hands of sd-6. she told sloane she could do it, and she could, she just didn’t want to. she didn’t know if she could handle the life without her dad. plus, she did not want to work for sloane, the son of a b**** who she was almost certain had her father killed. sloane assumed she was more loyal than she was, but to tell the truth, as soon as sydney was to find a different path in life, she was leaving sd-6. sd-6 didn’t mean anything to her anymore. for one, they were the bad guy. but now there was no need in sydney’s head to do something good. no need to take down the bad guy.
but sydney brushed all of those thoughts from her head. she needed to focus on the mission. she was a *h**e, waiting for this mysterious “mr. sark” in a hotel room of caesar’s palace. he had been invited by some bigwig bad guy and sydney was his “surprise present.” there was no radio contact, sloane said sark was too smart for that and would discover it. instead sydney was told that she most likely would not have to have sex with him; yeah she really liked that, most likely. she was to get whatever she could from him, by whatever means necessary, hopefully step out with enough time to call in a team to help apprehend him. otherwise she would report back when she got the chance.
she wore black stilleto pumps. the straps went from the middle sides of her feet to connect in the back, just above the heel. they then wrapped around her ankle twice. her outfit consisted of only the shoes and lingerie. lacy boy shorts and a lace tank, both black of course. her hair was its standard color, but was curled and had a just-had-sex-and-ready-for-more look to it. with eyelids smoothed with dark, sultry eyeshadow and lips covered in bright red, inviting lipstick, she was to be the perfect surprise present.
the hotel room was nice. there were mahogany beside tables with porcelain lamps on each side of the bed. a glass chandelier hung over the center of the bed. and the bed itself, oh, it was nice. it had a golden shimmering comforter and four huge golden pillows with a white border. and the headboard of restaurant booth-like padding that was backed by a window overlooking the vegas scene, and the bed was flawless. close to it was an old couch with curling arms and a golden-tan upholstery. there was a statue of saint raphael behind the couch. a hallway next to the statue lead to a bathroom. in front of the couch was a mini bar. the door was to the far left of the couch. and to the right of the bed was another window looking out on las vegas.
sydney stood in front of the window, staring at the shimmering lights. she heard the door open but did not turn around.
“just put it there and go,” and english accented voice commanded the bellboy.
syd continued to lok out the window. the door closed and she could feel sark’s prescence; his eyes burning holes into her back.
“what a pleasant surprise,” he said.
sydney finally turned around. she was almost stopped in her tracks. this “mr. sark” was lovely. he wore an all black suit with a silver tie. his not-too-short blonde hair had a curlish spike to it. the eyes that had been burning into her were a color of blue she couldn’t describe. cold and icy yet passionate and full of fire. a smile crept across his lips and all syd could think of was getting her lips on them.
“welcome to vegas,” she said sultrily.
sark leaned on the arm of the couch and rested his left leg on the bed. he held himself up with his right hand and his left was draped over his left knee. syd noticed his hands and wanted them. maybe she wouldn’t mind the possibility of having to f*** him. syd got onto the bed and began to crawl toward him. her hands made her crawl like one would as a dog, and her knees played the roles of her back feet.
sark grinned to himself. “taggart sent you i suppose?”
sydney didn’t respond. she continued to crawl toward him. finally she reached him. it took all her control not to immediately throw herself at him, instead she began to run her hands up his leg.
“don’t you think introductions are necessary first?” he chuckled.
syd shook her head and growled softly at him. she began to loosen his tie. he was looking hotter and hotter as the tie got looser.
“well, love, i am mr. sark,” he grinned.
standing up, he took her hand and placed it on the inside of his thigh. she growled at him again. he laughed and pushed her back onto the bed. he followed close behind. after slipping off his suit jacket, his hands went to her hips. their tongues battled as sydney began to unbutton sark’s armani shirt.
“i don’t give a damn about the shirt,” sark whispered into her ear. “get these pants off of me!”
syd moved her hands to his belt and ripped it off. he finished it by pulling the pants off from his ankles, underwear and all. she had been impressed by his looks in general, but seeing his huge throbbing c*** made syd all the more insane with desire. she yanked his shirt the rest of the way from his body, not popping any buttons but getting it off as quickly as she could.
“f*** me,” she said.
she didn’t care about sd-6, she wasn’t thinking about her father. all she wanted was sark, right then, right there. she wanted to f*** him like no other. he got her out of her clothes and began playing with her breasts with his mouth. suckling them, licking them, the occasional nibble; he drove her wild.
she went for his c***. she took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue in circles around it. slowly taking more, she made her tongue hard and traced the place where the head met the shaft. sark shivered and moaned. he pulled her up by the hair – gently enough not to hurt her – and whispered into her ear.
“i want to cum inside of you,” he said, nibbling at her ear.
sydney nodded eagerly in agreement. sark slowly slide into her. he began to thrust in and out, very slowly. she wanted it harder, faster. her nails raked along his spine and their tongues once more began to battle. but still he was too slow.
“harder.” she demanded. “faster.”
sark grinned and did as he was told. he pushed in and out quickly and as hard as he could. sydney’s walls clenched around his c***. finally with one last thrust, she was in ecstasy.
“sark!” she screamed.
he came soon after, filling her. she bit at his neck as he pulled out. there they lay, a tangled mess in a hotel room bed. no thoughts but the sex.
“i had heard that you were good agent bristow, i just didn’t know you were this good,” he said.
tbc
hope you liked it!!! please post reviews!
syd is still working for sd-6. she is not working for the cia. she has just discovered from her father that sd-6 is not the cia. then her father was killed. she is obviously not feeling so good about working for sd-6, but at the time, she didn’t have a choice. she didn’t want to go to the real cia because the only thing she wanted was revenge for her father’s killings, and to find her mom.
she hasn’t met sark yet, this will be the first time.
it was caesars palace in las vegas. sydney was not exactly excited about this mission. her first mission after learning that her father was dead; not only dead but most likely at the hands of sd-6. she told sloane she could do it, and she could, she just didn’t want to. she didn’t know if she could handle the life without her dad. plus, she did not want to work for sloane, the son of a b**** who she was almost certain had her father killed. sloane assumed she was more loyal than she was, but to tell the truth, as soon as sydney was to find a different path in life, she was leaving sd-6. sd-6 didn’t mean anything to her anymore. for one, they were the bad guy. but now there was no need in sydney’s head to do something good. no need to take down the bad guy.
but sydney brushed all of those thoughts from her head. she needed to focus on the mission. she was a *h**e, waiting for this mysterious “mr. sark” in a hotel room of caesar’s palace. he had been invited by some bigwig bad guy and sydney was his “surprise present.” there was no radio contact, sloane said sark was too smart for that and would discover it. instead sydney was told that she most likely would not have to have sex with him; yeah she really liked that, most likely. she was to get whatever she could from him, by whatever means necessary, hopefully step out with enough time to call in a team to help apprehend him. otherwise she would report back when she got the chance.
she wore black stilleto pumps. the straps went from the middle sides of her feet to connect in the back, just above the heel. they then wrapped around her ankle twice. her outfit consisted of only the shoes and lingerie. lacy boy shorts and a lace tank, both black of course. her hair was its standard color, but was curled and had a just-had-sex-and-ready-for-more look to it. with eyelids smoothed with dark, sultry eyeshadow and lips covered in bright red, inviting lipstick, she was to be the perfect surprise present.
the hotel room was nice. there were mahogany beside tables with porcelain lamps on each side of the bed. a glass chandelier hung over the center of the bed. and the bed itself, oh, it was nice. it had a golden shimmering comforter and four huge golden pillows with a white border. and the headboard of restaurant booth-like padding that was backed by a window overlooking the vegas scene, and the bed was flawless. close to it was an old couch with curling arms and a golden-tan upholstery. there was a statue of saint raphael behind the couch. a hallway next to the statue lead to a bathroom. in front of the couch was a mini bar. the door was to the far left of the couch. and to the right of the bed was another window looking out on las vegas.
sydney stood in front of the window, staring at the shimmering lights. she heard the door open but did not turn around.
“just put it there and go,” and english accented voice commanded the bellboy.
syd continued to lok out the window. the door closed and she could feel sark’s prescence; his eyes burning holes into her back.
“what a pleasant surprise,” he said.
sydney finally turned around. she was almost stopped in her tracks. this “mr. sark” was lovely. he wore an all black suit with a silver tie. his not-too-short blonde hair had a curlish spike to it. the eyes that had been burning into her were a color of blue she couldn’t describe. cold and icy yet passionate and full of fire. a smile crept across his lips and all syd could think of was getting her lips on them.
“welcome to vegas,” she said sultrily.
sark leaned on the arm of the couch and rested his left leg on the bed. he held himself up with his right hand and his left was draped over his left knee. syd noticed his hands and wanted them. maybe she wouldn’t mind the possibility of having to f*** him. syd got onto the bed and began to crawl toward him. her hands made her crawl like one would as a dog, and her knees played the roles of her back feet.
sark grinned to himself. “taggart sent you i suppose?”
sydney didn’t respond. she continued to crawl toward him. finally she reached him. it took all her control not to immediately throw herself at him, instead she began to run her hands up his leg.
“don’t you think introductions are necessary first?” he chuckled.
syd shook her head and growled softly at him. she began to loosen his tie. he was looking hotter and hotter as the tie got looser.
“well, love, i am mr. sark,” he grinned.
standing up, he took her hand and placed it on the inside of his thigh. she growled at him again. he laughed and pushed her back onto the bed. he followed close behind. after slipping off his suit jacket, his hands went to her hips. their tongues battled as sydney began to unbutton sark’s armani shirt.
“i don’t give a damn about the shirt,” sark whispered into her ear. “get these pants off of me!”
syd moved her hands to his belt and ripped it off. he finished it by pulling the pants off from his ankles, underwear and all. she had been impressed by his looks in general, but seeing his huge throbbing c*** made syd all the more insane with desire. she yanked his shirt the rest of the way from his body, not popping any buttons but getting it off as quickly as she could.
“f*** me,” she said.
she didn’t care about sd-6, she wasn’t thinking about her father. all she wanted was sark, right then, right there. she wanted to f*** him like no other. he got her out of her clothes and began playing with her breasts with his mouth. suckling them, licking them, the occasional nibble; he drove her wild.
she went for his c***. she took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue in circles around it. slowly taking more, she made her tongue hard and traced the place where the head met the shaft. sark shivered and moaned. he pulled her up by the hair – gently enough not to hurt her – and whispered into her ear.
“i want to cum inside of you,” he said, nibbling at her ear.
sydney nodded eagerly in agreement. sark slowly slide into her. he began to thrust in and out, very slowly. she wanted it harder, faster. her nails raked along his spine and their tongues once more began to battle. but still he was too slow.
“harder.” she demanded. “faster.”
sark grinned and did as he was told. he pushed in and out quickly and as hard as he could. sydney’s walls clenched around his c***. finally with one last thrust, she was in ecstasy.
“sark!” she screamed.
he came soon after, filling her. she bit at his neck as he pulled out. there they lay, a tangled mess in a hotel room bed. no thoughts but the sex.
“i had heard that you were good agent bristow, i just didn’t know you were this good,” he said.
tbc
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