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Jerry Lewis was having a good day. An excellent day. Sitting on a comfortable chair in his mansion, he looked at the surrounding forest while enjoying his afternoon coffee with a subtle music in the background. He was reaching a form of inner peace he had longed after for a very long time.
Inner peace was a hard thing to achieve in his line of work, to be fair. The 65-year-old man was a spymaster, which isn’t a job that comes with a lot of time-off to relax and reflect. He had sacrificed so much for this career. His ex-wife had left him because of his workaholic lifestyle, he never had children, and he could hardly consider anyone a close friend of his. His work had been his life, but he had no regret. He was content. If he had to do it all again, he would do so heedlessly.
Still, Jerry was relieved all this hard work was coming to an end. The Five Eyes had accepted his retirement request, and he would leave the intelligence sector in a few months. But what a legacy, what a legend he would leave behind! He remembered when he had coined the idea of a new spy agency, the WOOHP — the World Office Of Human Protection — and how everyone around the table had laughed straight to his face. The project was quite unconventional, to be honest: select a narrow team of regular high school girls and train them in the art of combat, intrigue and covert operations.
The head of the CIA had called it “the stupidest idea in espionage history”. The Director of the FBI said it was a waste of taxpayer money. The chief of MI 6, his birthplace’s intelligence service, had called him “a clown, or a fucking moron”. Even their international partners at Interpol had thought it was an April Fools’ joke! But Jerry had persevered, and it had paid off.
It had been messy at first. The three teenage girls he had selected — Samantha "Sam" Simpson, Clover Ewing, and Alexandra "Alex" Vasquez — who all lived in L.A., had been more focused on boy drama or high school problems than on saving the world... Talk about priorities! But they had learned. They had grown. And they had become perfect! Trained intelligence professionals geared up to be sent on any type of shady or life-threatening operations. Nerves of steel, bodies registered as lethal weapons, and a team spirit only sisters in arms could achieve.
Jerry was proud of his girls, his skillful spy ladies. He had witnessed how they had overcome their differences, vanquished menacing foes against all odds, and grown from angsty teenagers to self-collected women. Having no family of his own, he had always seen himself as a form of father figure for them, and he had treated them as surrogate daughters. How hard it had been for him to send them to face danger over and over... But he had trained them well, and they had always returned.
Training was only the tip of the iceberg, though. All these years, he had listened to their woes in trying times, and he had made every move he could to keep them from harm’s way, despite the perilous locations he sent them to. It had built trust between them, a special link he had treasured during his last years at the helm of the WOOHP.
Sometimes, Jerry wondered if they felt the same. He was an ageing man with a soft side, but Sam, Clover and Alex were young promising secret agents with a bright future ahead of them. Maybe they would forget him quickly after he left for retirement and the WOOHP disbanded. It would sadden him, but he would understand. His life was behind him now, while the three spies had still so much to live for, so much to discover, so much to achieve!
Sam, the brain of the group, had already told him the Pentagon had approached her for a high-ranking position as advisor on covert operations. Clover, the master seducer and manipulator, was to train new CIA recruits on intelligence gathering from foreign Persons of Interest. Alex, being the “rolling up her sleeves and getting her hands dirty” kind of girl, would take charge of an Interpol strike team unit. How far they had come since their debut... The three of them only in their early twenties now, and already scouted by the most prominent intelligence agencies on the planet!
But their results spoke for themselves. In only a few years, they had protected the world from all kinds of lunatics and terrorist organizations. Using the latest state of the art spy tools Jerry could find or create, they had saved the day on many occasions, leaving even the FBI or MI 6 in the dust. Presidents, Prime Ministers, Kings and Queens, even the UN Secretary, had thanked the virtuoso spy trio. They were Jerry’s pride and joy, the people he valued most in this world. He would’ve liked to call them his friends, even though their age difference and professional relationship prevented him from doing so.
Yeah, from decades of work in the intelligence sector, Sam, Clover and Alex were undoubtedly the thing he would miss the most. But isn’t that what old men do best: reflect on the past, and smile at the worthy people they’ve passed the torch to? That's where his inner peace came from on this calm and rainy Sunday afternoon. From the inmost conviction he was leaving his life’s work in very capable hands.
The spymaster suddenly heard a rustling in the background. He turned around, looking at his wide living room, but nothing moved. Could it have been a breeze coming through the room? Of course not. Jerry might be old, but his instincts weren’t deceived so easily. He had trained the best spies on Earth, and he could definitely tell when his students lacked practice.
“Show yourselves, girls," he said aloud, with a smile. "You don’t enter an old wolf’s den without him noticing.”
A small silence passed, then someone sighed deeply from the other room.
“I told you you were too loud, Alex," said a female voice. "You’re great at hand to hand combat, but you seriously suck at infiltration!”
“I know, Sam," replied another voice behind the couch. "Cloak-and-dagger has never been my strong suit.”
“Don't beat yourself up Alex, pretty sure that old coot would've found us out anyway," said one final voice from under the desk. "He taught us all the ropes after all, he’s hard to trick.”
The first one to reveal herself was Alex, who rose from behind the couch with a frown, disappointed to have given the game away. The 22-year-old brunette had always been the loose cannon of the group. A bit of an airhead sometimes, but a reliable agent. Her capacity to think outside the box had been a great help on several operations. Back when she was teenage girl, she was kind of a tomboy. Less focused than Clover on boys, and less than Sam on studies. She much preferred sports and athletic challenges.
But in recent years, Alex had definitely blossomed. Her frequent physical activities had kept her in shape, while she had progressively developed more feminine curves. Jerry hadn’t failed to notice how the shy and dorky highschooler he had hired had turned into a very impressive and alluring young woman. He had seen how the WOOHP’s new recruits looked and talked about her, with mix of respect, fear and... a little bit of interest. Yet, Alex seemed oblivious to her newfound good looks. Or maybe she just didn’t care about other people's opinion, which did sound a lot like her.
“I seriously tried my best," said the dark-haired girl to her former intelligence professor, pissed off. "Aren’t you supposed to be half-deaf at your age, anyway?”
“My physical capabilities might not be those of a young man, but what I’ve lost in vigor and flexibility, I’ve gained in acuteness and discipline,” he replied, cunningly.
Clover went out from under the desk, scoffing at his pompous statement. If Jerry considered Alex had blossomed, the 22-year-old blonde was waaaay beyond that point! She had always been the girliest member of the group, consistently talking about cosmetics and following the latest fashion trends. It had been a bit ridiculous sometimes, but what was a silly teenage habit had become a deadly tool for her covert missions. Clover was now an expert charmer, dressing and behaving precisely how her target would want her to. She was a chameleon, changing shapes and attitudes to arise interest and desire in any person she set her eyes on during an operation, be it man or woman.
She could play the role of the beautiful and reliable wife, or the seductive temptress one would take the stars out of the sky for. None of the Persons of Interest she had been asked to approach in the past years had managed not to fall under her spell, and into her web... The young blonde had her undeniable smarts and skills to thank for that, but that wasn’t the whole picture.
Clover had also turned into a jaw-dropping beauty, the kind of woman any man of any age would dream to marry, or… Well, to do less Christian things to. She had been boy crazy back in high school, but the tables had turned. Now, she was the seductress everyone longed and lusted after. Her body was that of a Greek goddess, her lavish shapes called to be caressed and fondled, and her blue eyes could spark a fire even in the most hardened hearts. The espionage director knew he shouldn’t think in such terms about a woman four decades younger than he was, but damn... He had to give credit where credit was due!
“Don’t sell yourself short, Jerry," said Clover, teasingly. "Despite your old age, I’m pretty sure you could handle the three of us, even now!”
“A few years ago, maybe," chuckled the ageing spymaster, pleased to be buttered up by such a pleasant-looking lady. "But now, you’ve all surpassed me. I might manage to hold my ground on a one to one, but I couldn’t hold a candle to the three of you if you went at me all at once.”
“Oh, that remains to be seen!" replied the pretty blonde, with a coy smile. "We’ll find out soon enough…”
Jerry saw some mischief in the young woman’s eyes. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Before he could ask, Sam came out of the next room, beaming. Almost instinctively, the old man smiled back, as he always did when he saw her. He knew he shouldn't play favorites, but, let's face it, among the three spies, Sam was obviously his favorite. If any of them was his spiritual heir, it was her. The one with the analytical view of any situation, the one who studied day in and day out before every operation to prevent anything from going wrong, the one who always kept her head cool even in the most dire circumstances.
Sam was the trio's brain, an unshakable leader who was bound to rise to the top of the most influential intelligence agencies on the planet if she handled her career well. The 22-year-old redhead wasn't only a good field agent, she was a big picture person, the kind they would need in the difficult times every nation on Earth was facing.
But, besides her acute sense of tactics and intrigue for her young age, Sam was also... Kind of hottie! She didn't have Clover's femme fatale vibe, nor Alex's delightful naive forwardness. What she had was... different. More subtle and endearing. It's not that she was beautiful or awe-inspiring — in all fairness, she definitely was, though. She just had a certain je-ne-sais-quoi that naturally drew attention to her. A furtiveness to her every move, a haunting glimmer in her eyes, a quirkiness to her words. It wasn't something she had trained, like Clover had. It was an inherent spark, something that couldn't be faked or duplicated.
Oh, if Jerry had been a few decades younger... But there was no point fussing about it. He had chosen a celibate life a long time ago, and his chance at love was long gone. No point crying over spilled milk.
"Glad to see you're not as rusty as everyone seems to think," said Sam. "I can't believe the people at Five Eyes thought it was time for you to retire, you're still sharp as a tack!"
"Always better for people to underestimate you than the other way around, isn't it?" replied Jerry. "And I see you're well-informed. The decision was made only this morning, and it's classified. Care to tell me how you found out?"
"We wouldn't be very good spies if we revealed our sources now, would we?" smirked Clover.
"I've spent my life in the shadows," he insisted. "There are only a handful of people in this world who know I even exist, and only about three of them know I'm retiring."
"Well, that makes six of us now, I guess," added Alex, as she got closer to the bay window to look at the dense forest in the middle of which Jerry's residence was located. "We won't lie, it wasn't easy. But still easier than to find this place."
"Even the handful of people I talked about don't know about this house," he said, this time more seriously. You're actually my very first guests, albeit not being invited. Did I lose my edge so much I failed to cover my tracks?"
"Well, the retirement part was a piece of cake in comparison," said Clover. "Intel is easy to find when you know which door to knock on. Or, well, to knock down. This place, on the other hand... Damn, it's been a bitch! You really made us run around in circles, only Sam was able to find it."
Jerry turned to the red-haired girl who was carelessly leaning against the doorframe. It didn't surprise him it had been her, of all people, who managed to find his secluded lair. His star pupil had done it again!
"How did you do it?" he asked. "I've gone above and beyond to make this place unreachable, it's way off any grid of any kind."
"Elbow grease, as you taught us," replied Sam with humility, as if what she had achieved wasn't a feat only a select few people with a lifetime experience in espionage could do. "Satellite-based observation, data-mining, cross-referencing... You know the gist of it."
"Impressive. Most impressive," nodded the old spymaster, feeling his heart burst with pride at how much his former students had matured. "I taught you well. Maybe too well."
The beautiful redhead blushed from his praising words, and it made him glad to see the effect he could have on them. Intelligence-wise, they were undoubtedly above the rest, yet they still looked at him not as a washed-out old man, but as an instructor, a mentor. As he was about to turn a new leaf, he was happy to know he still had their esteem, and that they knew the important part he had played in their formative years.
"Anyway, I suppose you didn't go to such length to find me just to give me a scare," said Jerry. "To what do I owe the pleasure of hosting you here?"
"Well, first of all, we wanted to give you a scolding!" said Clover, maliciously.
"Yeah, I can't believe you told those dumb Five Eyes executives you were leaving your post and not us!" said Alex, shocked.
"I agree. We've been a team for years now, nearing on a decade, you should've warned us!" added Sam.
"Come on, you three are a team," he replied. "I'm just the guy in the chair, and I know you've all been contacted for excellent positions in various agencies. The WHOOP was becoming too small for you anyway, it's about time for you to walk on your own two feet."
"Oh, bullshit!" said the 22-year-old redhead, insistently. "Stop it with this "guy in the chair" nonsense. It's not the three of us, it's the four of us!"
Jerry was surprised to see them so adamant, then he noticed sadness in the young woman's eyes. Not only in Sam's, but also in Alex's and — even if she was better at hiding it — Clover's. It wasn't a prank they were pulling on him, they were hurt he was leaving. Even worse, they were offended not to have been filled in on his decision, as if their opinion didn't matter.
The 65-year-old man suddenly felt bad. They were right, he had betrayed them, betrayed the trust they shared. Their age difference and life experiences set them so far apart he had thought they wouldn't care much about his retiring, that they would quickly forget about him and move on. But it was the opposite, they had come running here as soon as they had heard the news. It moved him to have such a proof of their appreciation, especially at a time like this. Tears almost came to his eyes, he hadn't expected his retirement to be so bittersweet.
"Girls, I'm really sorry. I made this decision always thinking only of myself, but I should've consulted you and told you what my intentions were. You're right, we're a team, the four of us. And we've been a pretty good team over the past years."
Alex nodded, content with his excuses, but Sam didn't speak a word.
"Yup, a pretty good team..." repeated Clover, sighing wistfully. "Feels like only yesterday we were being interviewed to join your special force. We were still teenagers, it was so out there! Seven years since then, how time flies..."
"Don't get all nostalgic on us, you're starting to sound like me," chuckled Jerry. "It's not the past you should focus on, what's important is what lies ahead."
"Yes, but it'll be weird to face it without you!" said Alex. "Every time we were sent to battle some bat-shit crazy scientist or corrupt businessman, we knew you were there. You had a... a... I don't know how to say it..."
"A securing presence," finished Sam, solemnly. "You had our back, we could rely on you. That's not something we can say about a lot of people in our line of work. Now, it feels like a rug is being swept from under us."
"Well, this rug is getting a bit too old to handle the heat," replied Jerry, touched by their words. "You'll still have each other, and I've done my best to make you ready when I'd take my leave. Considering how quickly you found my hideout, I'd say I succeeded."
He smiled to them warmly. Yeah, those three would definitely the people he would miss the most from all his years in intelligence.
"Fuck... You're going to make me cry," said Alex, her voice shaking.
"But we didn't come here to shed tears, didn't we, girls?" said Clover, assertively. "Your retirement isn't sad news, it's a cause for celebration! I'm pretty sure you hid it from us because you hate goodbyes, but you're not getting away so easily, Jerry."
Alex nodded and shook her emotions away.
"That's right," she said. "You’ve been our chaperon since we were in high school, a farewell gift was required to show our appreciation for all your hard work!”
The three spies got next to each other and shared a knowing glance. So, they had come with something up their sleeve, huh? Jerry wasn't a gift kind of person, he never celebrated his birthday nor any kind of holidays, but a part of him was curious to know what they had come up with.
“I really appreciate the thought, girls," replied the old man. "It warms my heart.”
“We actually have three propositions for you to choose from, each coming from one of us," said Clover. "The first idea is to get you a new tie. You’re always dressed in fancy suits, it seems appropriate.”
“But, then again, you probably won’t dress in a costume every day once you're retired," intervened Alex. "It's a bit silly.”
“True, true," laughed Jerry. "It’ll be hard to leave my suits after decades wearing them, but I intend to dress more casually from now on. What are my two other options, then?”
“Another one of us thought about buying you a fishing rod," said Sam. "The idea was to give you a new hobby during the years to come, especially in the open air. A way for you to keep active and in shape.”
“But it sounded a bit dull, to be honest," frowned Clover. "I mean, you’ve spent your life overseeing counter-measures to some of the most dangerous world-threats. I doubt some dumb fish in a pond will seem like a worthy opponent to a guy like you.”
“I look forward to having fewer responsibilities, so battling a fish instead of terrorist organizations doesn't sound so bad, to be honest," he replied. "But you’re right, I’m not much of a fisherman type guy.”
“And then someone came with a final idea: we’ve decided to gift you a foursome,” said Sam.
Jerry stood silently on his chair for a few seconds, dumbfounded. Wait, sorry... what? Had something in the young redhead's sentence eluded him? He must have misheard.
“A… A what?" he asked, his eyes blinking with perplexity. "I’m sorry, I guess my ears are starting to give up on me, I heard something silly.”
“Oh, I think you heard it perfectly right," said Clover, with a confident smile. "A foursome.”
“Wait, do you mean, like, the four of us going to the theatre or having a group activity together?" replied the old spymaster, confused. "I’m a bit lost here.”
“I mean, in a way, yes," said Alex, smirking. "If the group activity is sex!”
Jerry was glad to be sitting, otherwise he would've probably fallen on the floor. What the hell was happening? Was he being hit by a sudden attack of early dementia? But seconds passed and the three young women didn't flinch, only exchanging quick glances between themselves.
“Alright… Is this some kind of prank you’re pulling on me?" he asked, warily. "You shouldn’t play with an old man’s cardio like that.”
"Of course not!" said Sam, almost sounding offended. "It's you're retirement gift we're talking about, it's very serious!"
"What the hell are you saying? What you're suggesting isn't a gift, it's a... a... I don't even know how to call that! Or have the three of you been brainwashed by a villain? Is it a mind control situation?"
Clover got closer to Sam and chuckled a little.
"See, I told you he wouldn't believe us and get all flustered," said the pretty blonde, as she put her arms around the red-haired girl's waist.
"Yup, you were right," nodded her friend. "I guess we'll have to prove to our dear boss and professor we're not joking around..."
"Indeed! See, Jerry, our proposal isn't a prank or anything. We mean business!"
As if to give weight to her words, Clover started to kiss Sam's cheek softly and alluringly while she caressed her waist through her clothes. Jerry was completely baffled, but he noticed how the red-haired girl didn't break eye contact with him, biting her lip seductively as her friend teased her. Despite being subtle and gentle, their little game was deeply erotic. And the old spymaster wasn't completely indifferent to it...
"We know how much you've sacrificed for this job," said Sam, sensually. "You've never had a wife or a family, you hardly have friends. And all for what? Being a spy means living in the shadows. There won't be a big ceremony for your departure, you'll only have some stupid medal for your send off and that'll be it. No one will know how many lives you've saved and thank you for it."
"Except us," added Alex, as she joined her two friends and started kissing Clover's neck. "We know you. We know all the good you've done and how many times you've saved our butts. And, since we'll be the only ones to get to thank you, we wanted it to be a big, BIG thank you!"
"How does that sound, Jerry?" said Clover, provocatively. "How would you like a BIG thank you from the three highschoolers you've turned into professional secret agents?"
The old spymaster clenched his fists on the seat armrests. Everything happening made him feel like he was in the middle of a delusion. A very, very, exciting but problematic delusion. Looking at the three young women fool around in front of him was already making him sweat, then something twitched in his pants... Shit, it was bad. Really bad! He needed to find a way to get himself out of this mess! This sexy, sexy mess... And quickly!
"Girls, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but that's not right," he said, hearing his own voice shake. "I mean, I've known you since you were underage, you can't be serious with all this!"
"We also were underage when you sent us to fight terrorists and foreign spy agencies, that didn't seem to bother you back then!" laughed Sam. "And now that we're of legal age, sex with us would be a bad thing? Talk about double standards!"
"Yes, weird time to find a conscience, sir," added Alex, sarcastically. "You basically turned us into child soldiers, y'know!"
Ouch, touche! Jerry had regretted on many occasions to have pulled their trio into the dark world of spy services. They had every right to be furious at him for ruining their innocence and their adolescence, but he hadn't anticipated they would bring that up at a time like this!
"I... I know what I made you do was bad," he replied, uncomfortably. "But all the more reason for you not to do something you might regret."
"Regret?" said Sam, as she cupped Clover's boob, making her squeal in surprise. "Why would we regret any of this?"
"I mean... Just look at you! You are three gorgeous young ladies in your early twenties, and I'm an old man. That doesn't make any sense!"
"So what, is it bad for a bunch of girls to fantasize a bit about the bossman?" teased Clover, winking at him and making a jerking move with her hand to imitate a blowjob. "Does it make us bad to want to get it on with the authority figure we've had for years? Who's ordered us around ever since we were teens full of hormones?"
"Oh, if that's the case, I guess the three of us are really, really, baaaad girls..." chuckled Alex, taunting him.
"And you're totally a silver fox, sir!" said Sam. "Guys our age tend to get a bit bland, can't go wrong with someone with a bit more experience!"
"Well, I'm not a fan of the mustache, to be honest..." joked Clover.
"Shut it!" whispered Sam, nudging the young blonde. "It's his big gift, don't ruin his fun."
"Pretty sure he's having his fun right now," replied Alex.
Jerry was completely at a loss for words. It wasn't a joke after all, they really were offering him to have intercourse with the three of them. Him, the guy four decades older than any of them who had pulled them into countless life-threatening operations. When he had founded the WHOOP, he had thought of the many hardships he might face: mexican stand-offs, conspiracies orchestrated by rival spy agencies, death threats to his family... He thought he had forseen all potential situations he might find himself in.
But this!? This really wasn't one of them! Had the three of them developed troubling daddy issues overnight or what? Shit... He had found himself in settings where he was held at gunpoint less stressful than this!
"You said I had three options, right?" said the 65-year-old man, white as a sheet. "Then, how about that fishing rod? Yeah... A fishing rod sounds good right now. Really, really good..."
"Oh, he still thinks we're pranking him!" mused Alex. "It's almost cute to see a man so versed in intelligence gathering unable to see what's riiii~~~ght in front of his nose."
"Our Jerry isn't impressed at all by our performance. We need to step up our game, girls!" said Clover.
The three young spies lifted their skirts and took the sides of their underwear under their thumbs. Then, with a synchronicity that almost seemed to have been studied, they sloooo~~~~wly pulled their panties down to their knees, revealing their perfectly round buttcheeks and appetizing lady parts.
"Goodness gracious... Fuck me dead," coughed Jerry, on the brink of having a heart attack.
He put his hand over his mouth, ashamed to have uttered a foul word. But hearing the uptight Englishman trip over his tongue seemed to delight his audience.
"Finally! An honest reaction out of him!" smiled Alex, pridefully. "I was starting to feel like an ugly duckling."
"Yep, our old professor seems to be an ass man!" giggled Clover. "Who would've thought?"
"Then I suppose we know how to convince him to choose the last option, right girls?" said Sam.
The three spies turned around and bent over on his desk — that same desk where the old man used to do his taxes and read an endless litany of top secret reports —, showing their most intimate parts in plain view, only an arm's length away from him. Whoa... That was... That was a lot.
Jerry wasn't born yesterday. He had been in lots of situations where women had tried to use their charms on him to get information out of him. He had self-control and had trained to get out of this type of flirtatious approaches. But he definitely hadn't trained for that! All his life, decades in the secret services, hadn't prepared him for that! For having three of the most intelligent and beautiful women he had ever met to drop their knickers in front of him and urge him to follow his wildest instincts.
God, he was losing this battle... Truth be told, he had probably lost it a few minutes ago.
"Are you still sure you want a fishing rod as your parting gift, sir?" asked Alex, mischievously. "Don't we look at least a bit better?"
"Oh, I bet he's thinking he wants that new tie!" laughed Clover, rocking her perfect white booty to provoke him. "Isn't that right, sir? Your mind's leaning towards a new tie, isn't it?"
"No... I don't think I'll go with the tie," said Jerry, having a hard time articulating words as he contemplated the sexiest women on Earth stripped bare for him.
"Oh, really? Then what are you thinking, boss?" said Sam, visibly extatic to have finally hooked him.
The ageing spymaster rose from his chair, feeling completely defeated. His conscience was urging him to get the hell out of here before doing something he might regret later on. But the voice of his conscience had been handcuffed, gagged and thrown into a dark cell by his lust. The only thing he could think of was how badly he wanted to go for it. To get his rightful prize for a lifetime of dedicated service! And how perfect and appetizing the prize he had unknowingly longed after was looking in this instant.
"I'm thinking what I've been thinking for years now," he said, almost to himself, as he got closer to the three naked beauties. "You girls are going to be the death of me..."