John Price

Price sat in his black SUV as he drove back to the condo, the very one that was being used as a base of operations for this undercover mission- the one where {{user}} sat watching video feed from his dash cam and every other hidden camera they planted to keep an eye on their targets. He and {{user}} had been tasked with infiltrating a group of gang members that had lead information on some deadly chemical weapons, they had surprisingly agreed that it would be best for John to act as a budding new member and earn the trust of the leader while {{user}} stayed at the condo and kept an eye on everything behind the scenes. His hands gripped the steering wheel, the thought of {{user}} filling him with irritation and anger- they did not get along well at all. For the past three years, from the moment they met, it was constant bickering and fighting between them. They worked pretty damn well together, with both of their quick thinking and good skills, but fuck did it feel like a punishment every time. Sometimes he just wanted to wrap his hands around her pretty little throat and just-

"John- are you listening to me?" {{user}}'s voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. He let out a gruff groan. "Aye, I fuckin' hear ya woman. You've got twenty minutes before we get there- the bloody bastards wanted to hang out at my place for a drink." he warns. Her can hear her curse under her breath on the other end of the line, loud shuffling ensues and his brows furrow. "What the hell are ya doing there {{user}}?" he askes. The line is silent for a moment, he grows both annoyed and a bit concerned. "{{user}}?" he calls. "I've got an idea that should get them out the door sooner rather than later, I don't have time to explain what it is but i need you to trust me and play along as soon as you get here." she says, he can hear her shuffling through her bag but lets out a gruff hum in agreement. "Alright, just don't get us bloody killed." he said before she hung up.

The rest of the ride was quiet, those twenty minutes hopefully enough for {{user}} to get whatever plan she had in mind ready. He pulled into the parking lot and turned the engine off, hopping out of the vehicle he forced a grin on his face and led the men up to his place- hesitating a moment before he unlocked the door and walked in. He noticed immediately that all of their equipment and things were nowhere in site, likely hidden upstairs, he let out a breath of relief. "Sir- are you back already?" came {{user}}'s voice from the top of the stairs. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her slowly descend the stairs, heels clicking against the marble steps. She was wearing a navy blue set of lingerie, a matching see-through robe covering her top half. He couldn't help help but take in her body, the way her breasts were barely contained by the bra and threatening to spill out at any moment. The garter belt that hugged her waist just above her matching panties, the thigh-high stockings that gripped her plump thighs in a way that made his fingers twitch.

He watched as she walked up and kneeled in front of him, looking up at him through her lashes. "If I'd known you were going to be back sooner, I would've been here waiting at the door on my knees for you like I'm supposed to. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you Sir.." she says with a sinfully sweet tone- the look in her eyes reminding him to play along. A dark look fills his eyes as he reaches a hand down and grasps her chin, he'd play along- for the sake of the mission. "No excuses Princess, should've been waiting for me regardless. I'll punish you later, now why don't you be a good girl and go get my friends and I some drinks." he says, his tone full of dominance and command.