By Panther
<This the third part of the story following Jenny in the Undercover Housewife (Alternate Ending) and Jenny - Escape Back to Danger. This story is a tribute to Brummie's Jenny the English Spy stories in Mr X forum. Characters are taken from the stories already written by him and referred to as well. Also, many plot points and descriptions are from the original stories as well. Finally, this is an adult story containing MF sex. Please do not read this if you are not of legal age in your country.
Feedbacks are welcome at philosopher_cat@protonmail.com. >
< Read the story Jenny and the Undercover Housewife, Jenny and the Undercover Housewife (Alternate Ending) and Jenny – Escape back to Danger to know what happened beforehand. The recap below is a short description of what happened till now.>
<Story till now: Jenny was betrayed by Suki and she sent someone to kill and hide Jenny’s body. But Jenny was able to escape.>
Chapter 3
A Desperate Plan
Next Morning
Jenny woke up and was disoriented for a moment. Then she remembered last night's events. After escaping from the pigsty, she came to the only person who would not refuse to help her.
She came to her ex-boss - Commander Holt, ex-chief of MI6.
She has stolen stole Bret's car and drove like a maniac to Holt's home in country. She knew the place and she has once spent a very enjoyable weekend there with Holt. <Read Jenny and the Adult Shopping Channel by Brummie>
Once the very surprised Holt let her in, Jenny told him everything, except the sordid details of course. Holt did the only thing that was right at that time. He fed her a dinner and let her crash. Jenny, safe for the first time in months, slept dreamlessly.
After Jenny woke up and had a chance to breakfast, Holt sat her down and explained the situation.
"Your choices are very limited Jenny.”
Jenny nodded, asking him to go on.
"Suki has burnt you good. You are a declared rouge agent with shoot on sight order against you. That senator who trapped you, he is now president. All evidences recovered point towards you. You would disappear in the folds of secret agencies before even uttering the phase fair hearing. You can either skip country and go somewhere where we do not have an extradition treaty in place. I still have some contact with foreign office. I would be able to swing it. But then you would never be able to come back. “
"What about the other option?" Jenny asked, trepidation in her voice.
"The other option is a once in a million chance with no guarantee of your survival even if succeeds”
Jenny thought and then responds.
"I am not running away. I came back from hell to clear my name. Even if I die, I still want to take that chance. Tell me more”
"I thought you would say that. I asked Q to come here. He will have more details.”
That afternoon an unmarked van drove up to the house. If someone looked, they would have found a very old man and a young woman in the van. After parking the woman help the old man to get into the house. The she came back and dragged two huge suitcases into the house.
There was a happy atmosphere in the house. Jenny was glad to see the retired head of the technical section. She hugged him tight and only broke when she saw the woman enter.
"This is my granddaughter Ellie" Q introduced her. "She works in MI6 now. But she knows the truth about you. When Commander told me what happened, I contacted her. I never believed the story that Suki has spread. But I was retired and there was no one who could oppose her at that time. But we kept our eyes and ears open and noted everything. There is no evidence to be found. They have cleaned up everything very well. But we think there could be a way to get a confession from the man who is the main culprit.”
"You mean the president? Will he not be surrounded by his security all the time? How do we even get close to him?" Jenny asked dismayed.
"There is a place where he comes without any security and hidden from his own people too. If you can get close to him. Once he recognises you, he will definitely make a mistake. That we can get on a camera. But it will be very risky. He would be looking to kill you and there is a good chance he could succeed. “
"I am in, "Jenny said without thinking." tell me more”
Ellie started speaking.
"The man, Wilfred Johnson, President, has a daughter from previous marriage. She is studying in an exclusive college in Scotland. He comes to visit his daughter every few months. And these visits are totally off the books. No one knows about these trips, not his security or this nation's security. And there's our chance.”
"How", Jenny asked.
"We will place you as a student in the college. This is a very exclusive college. Children of heads of states, rich businessmen, powerful politicians, famous entertainers study here. You will have to get close to his daughter. When the next visit occurs, you will have to manage a chance to get close to him and get a confession”
Jenny waited and when no other details were forthcoming, she blurted out, “that’s it?”
"yes" Ellie confirmed.
"Very easy then. Just pretend to be a college student, get close to a stranger among a bunch of students and then get invited to her super-secret meeting. Anything else? Should I also get the nuclear codes off him too?" Jenny said sarcastically.
"I am sorry Jenny. But that is the best plan we have. It is nearly impossible to place someone in that college. We only have a gardener there as a spy. He will be able to help you but not much. Your identity that will be generated would not be watertight also. If you think that this is impossible, we can always look for a way to help you escape to another country", Holt said carefully.
"No. I am sorry. I am grateful for the help that you guys are doing. I will do it. Let’s do this”
Chapter 4
New Beginning
A week later Jenny stood in front of the imposing stonework of the mansion and paused with her hands on her hips, looking up at the edifice. It seemed so... British. She couldn't claim to be interested all that much in the architecture, though it did of course have residual old-world appeal and authenticity which appealed to her sensibilities. Nonetheless, she wondered whether she had made the right choice.
With a deep breath she ran through her identity once more.
Lola Martinez. Nineteen-year-old exchange student from Venezuela. Father is king-in-waiting from an European royal house. Mother a Venezuelan stripper. Born on the other side of the bed. The royal house does not want the would be king's past misdeed to come out and embarrass the regency. Therefore they sponsored a comfortable life for the mother and daughter and in return they stay quiet. The evidence and paperwork backing the story was thinner than it sounded.
By trying to stay away from official sources, Holt and Q has managed to scrap up just enough money to cover her fees for three months only.
Jenny sighed. This thin deception would be a nightmare to sustain. Thankfully she is looking the part of the student of this college atleast.
As the college was under surveillance, MI6 knew the dress patterns of the students. Ellie got a matching wardrobe for Jenny. Jenny had a lot of doubts but not being in a position to argue, she kept quiet
Keeping with her identity, Jenny was now a sexy teenage latina. She now has dark black hair matching with black eyes. Q has injected a serum on her face which added more puppy fat and changed the shape of her face. She was also put under a special tan which will last for at least three months. Therefore, the student who applied to the college looked like a nineteen-year-old brunette with honey skin.
She was wearing a cropped tank top and a tiny pair of shorts with a pair of black PVC shiny thigh length boots with heels. It was what the other students were frequently seen in. But what on other students was merely a sexy attire, on our beloved busty heroine it was more towards slutty. The tank top was stretched to the limit and her underboobs were visible. There was no way she could have worn anything underneath it and not look like a whore, therefore she was braless; it didn't help though. She had paid special attention to her hair and long, black, flowing wavy tresses of incredible lustre and volume spilled up and over her shoulders and back.
Wondering what to expect, Jenny went up the steps and into the main hall. She walked up the stone steps, through the columns that flanked the entrance and through into the hallway, which was cool and shadowed, away from the glare of the hot summer sun outside. Looking around her, Jenny saw that she was in a large chamber with a stone-flagged floor in the design of alternate black and white checks. A large dual staircase climbed to the second floor ahead of her, a vast light fitting swung from the roof. Restoration-era paintings were on the dark oak walls, but there was no-one around to greet her.
Sensing that he heard something emanating from the large oak door on her left, Jenny walked over to it, the heels of her thigh-length shoes clicking on the floor as she did so, grasped the handle and pulled the heavy door open.
The sound of conversation that bubbled around the room instantly stopped, as if sucked into the gasp that was clearly and collectively pronounce by everyone in the room. Around a large, long table, with coffee and biscuits on it, were stood about a dozen middle-aged men and women in suits and various smart wear. Jenny, in her slutty attire, posed in the doorway, her hands on her hips, as every head in the room swivelled to look at her.
Jenny had enough time to note that every female set of eyes was bulging out at her, and every male mouth seemed to be salivating with Pavlovian predictability, before a large man bounded across the room to her, well dressed in a suit with a large, open face, a long-set broken nose, and smiling and laughing in a friendly hale-fellow-well-met kind of way.
'Hello!' said the man, facing Jenny in the doorway, 'and you would be?'
'Lola,' said Jenny, smiling, instantly liking the man, 'Lola Martinez.'
'Yes,' said the man, shaking her hand, 'we've been expecting you. You're here for the induction! So glad you could come to use today. We're delighted to have you. My name is Steve Walter, the admin head of this college.'
Expertly, Steve swiftly pirouetted Jenny in the doorway and smoothly steered her away, back into the hall and across in the opposite direction to another doorway.
'I'm just having coffee with a few of the Professors. It's rarely we get someone like you,'
"oh...ok Mr Walter", Jenny said.
Jenny did not realize it, but the staffs of Orwell College were the oppressed lot. When your student's weekly pocket money is several times your lifetime earnings and their parents own counties (in some cases literally), then there is not much you can do to that students. So, only the most desperate and the scoundrels stayed on. Occasionally they find someone like Jenny. Not an actual heir to a someone important, just someone to keep out of news or dumb enough to unable to get into another college. Jenny seemed to be ticking both the boxes. They just needed to confirm that there will be no repercussions when they take advantage of the rare student who is not protected by someone powerful.
'I'm so sorry there was no-one to meet you. This is where I'd like you to wait, if you'd be so kind,' Steve was indicating another door in front of them, and propelling Jenny towards it, 'if you'd be kind enough to wait in here while a teacher will be along shortly to give you the tour and take you to your interview.'
"Interview!!", Jenny's voice trembled which Steve did not fail to notice. He opened the door onto a room similar to the one Jenny had apparently just mistakenly intruded upon, oak panelled, with plush seats around the side, tea and coffee urns around the central table.
'Do make yourself at home, Lola, and I hope you clear the interview and we can really get to know you well,' Steve said, smiling and swiftly closing the door on Jenny, without giving her a chance to ask any question. Jenny could hear his heavy steps retreating back across the hallway.
Jenny sat quivering in tension. No one told her that there will be an interview. All she knows that the daughter is admitted under the name Katherine Swallows and is studying Economics and Maths. Jenny has been admitted to those subjects too. But she knows absolutely nothing about those subjects and her education was limited to High School only. After which she got married on her eighteenth birthday.
After a very stressful fifteen minutes, during which unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes were watching her fidget, someone entered the room.
A blonde woman, in her mid-thirties said. "My name is Professor Susan Bell and I'm here to welcome you today and take you up to have your interview with Mr White, our Principal. When you're ready, Lola, would you like to come with me?'
Without waiting for a reply, Miss Bell turned, and, holding the door open for Jenny, allowed the young agent through the doorway.
"What will be the interview about?", Jenny nervously asked.
"Oh, I think will be bit of an oral exam' said Miss Bell.
"Exam!!" Jenny almost tripped. Susan smiled cruelly and decided to prime the woman.
"Don’t worry. It is not that hard. Just some tests to see if you are good enough to stay in this college. It is an exclusive college you know. We cannot let just anyone stay here, irrespective of who their father is", said Susan with a straight face, which was exactly the opposite of truth.
They had stopped in front of an oak door. 'Good luck, Ms. Martinez,' said Miss Bell, before knocking rapidly on the door and swiftly turning back to go downstairs. 'impress him and you can get admitted in the college...'
'Come in,' came a voice from inside the room.
Jenny turned the handle and went into a room which was beautifully furnished, large and spacious, with a high ceiling, candelabra and a double bed. On the far side of the room were a pair of French windows which opened on to a balcony. A man stood there, with his back to her.
Jenny came in, shut the door behind her, and stood.
As the man turned, Jenny got a good look at him. He was of same height as Jenny but stocky of body. His face had a sense of intelligence and gravity of his designation. Jenny's heartbeat increased more giving her a near panic attack.
Arnold White gazed at the agent. She was wearing a midriff-bearing cropped tank top inscribed with the motto “GET ME WET”. The shirt was a grey designer V-neck, and tight enough to leave basically nothing to the imagination. Breasts like bowling balls weighed down the front exposing the underboobs, a brick road of abs unfurled beneath the high waist and led all the way down to a pair of black Playboy-logo booty shorts that couldn’t even really be called shorts; they were low-waisted enough that hints of puffy pussy mound emerged above the band, and high-cut enough that most of her huge butt hung out the rear.
Her eyelashes had been lengthened and was sharp as a model, her Botox-injected duck lips were gleaming with gloss. A shimmering diamond stud shone on the side of her nose, with two more in her ears, her black eyes surrounded by unsubtle lavender eyeshadow that seemed to scream “I’ll suck your dick!”. A flat-brimmed designer baseball cap, black and pink with the text on the crown reading “SIZE QUEEN.” gothic-fonted letters, was perched on her head. Her black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and framed an elfin face of staggering beauty.
"Hi, I am Lola Martinez. I am here for the interview". Jenny bravely said.
Mr White has already got to know that Ms Martinez was one of those candidates who do not have a protector. And he was determined to see what they can get out of the rich bastard.
"Time to bait", he thought.
"Good Day Ms Martinez. I am sure you are aware of the interview process. The standard of an esteemed institution like us depends on her students. And therefore, we take extreme care in selecting and grooming the student. I will personally take you interview. I see from your admit request that you have selected Economics and Maths as your major. Fortunately, I am quite qualified in both the subjects. I have been awarded the Beetles award for economics twice. It is one of the prestigious awards on the discipline of economics and maths." He blustered.
"Wow. Congratulations!" Jenny meekly said, wondering is there any way to clear the interview. There is always a way and as Jenny was dreading, it would soon come to that.
"Thanks,' said Mr White, 'really it's you who should be trying to impress me. Though that's what the interview is for. Please take a seat.'
Within minutes it was clear that Jenny had absolutely no knowledge about any of the subjects.
"I am not sure there is any point going on. I have to give a serious consideration to inform your guardians regarding this and it seems difficult to admit you here." Mr. White said smoothly, expecting to close the trap.
Jenny thought for some time and then stood up.
"You are right sir. My knowledge may not be sufficient. But I need to be in this college. So, will this help", saying this she whipped off her tank off and presented her bare breasts to Mr White.
Mr. White gulped. He had played this shakedown game before and usually the students offer monies in exchange of allowing them to stay. But this was first time a student did something like this.
His eyes bulged and his knees started trembling as the teenaged student knelt down in front him. The gorgeous brunette looked up at him and flashing a magnificent smile was busy unzipping his fly, her right hand expertly fishing inside his trouser for his cock.
Jenny withdrew the Principle's cock from his trousers, her eyes widening in delight as she took in the dimensions of the member that she had in her hand. 'Whoa!' she cried, briskly pressing her hand all the way down to the base of the penis and squeezing hard so that the stiff, veiny length ballooned in her hand.
“I suppose I have no choice, then,” Jenny thought mentally, slowly licking her open, quivering lips. Her eyes slowly traced down the cock’s immense length from the base to the tip, pretty eyes completely filled with his veiny beast. Her breath quickened steadily, making her huge breasts jiggle with ever increasing energy.
Jenny sank swiftly to her knees before him. Her gaping face tilted upwards as she sank lower and lower, eyes glued to his penis, until soon it was looming like a massive veiny tower above her. Then she lifted her gorgeous head, spread her lips wide and, gazing down at it in awe, kissed the very tip of his cock. Her lips and tongue quivering, continued pleasuring him. Her pretty head bobbing in and out delicately, she lapped up her quivering warm tongue up, down, and all around the Principal’s massive penis. Finally, after she’d gotten his penis good and wet with her delicate tongue-work Jenny sat back upon her haunches, gazed up the huge length of his penis in dread, and took a deep breath.
Opening her luscious pink lips wide she wrapped them tenderly around him, and started to bob her moaning head up his cock. She got only a few inches down before, eyes rolling in their sockets and lips trembling upon his vast bulk, she jerked back off him with a gasp. Then, spreading wide, with a soft moan, she took him in her lips and resumed sucking.
As Jenny smiled and squeezed her breasts, the tip of Mr White's cock instantly exploded in a plume of cum.
“Mmph! Glrg! Glrrf!” Jenny gurgled, her eyes going wide and wild as spurting semen erupted inside her.
Seizing hold of her by her black hair, he slammed into her helpless mouth with a series of short, hard, milking strokes, while his colossal veiny cock spurted glop after surging glop of semen down into her. Moaning with surrender, her eyes wide and leaking tears, gorgeous busty agent had no choice: she sucked his penis, desperately. Finally, with a long sigh of pleasure, Mr. White pulled out, depositing a last large blast of cum all over her mouth and chin. He groaned, slumped, and staggered back to collapse into one of the chairs while Jenny sucked a thread of cum from her finger.
"Am I in now Sir? There's a lot more that I can do." Jenny cooed seductively while mentally cursing herself for ending up in the same situation again.
"Y...Yes..." gasped Mr White. “I will ask Susan to settle you in. Err...my Tuesday evening are free. I would like to see you for ...um...tuition...so that...you can...not fail in Chemistry...or was it History?"
"Sure sir", Jenny smiled, understanding very well what tuition she would be getting on Tuesday. But at least she was in. Now all she has to do is get close to Katherine Swallows. Should be easy enough, right?