Summary: Please, very little story, lots of smut. I wrote this because I had a five and a half hour car trip to make and I was tried of rewriting the original story I’m working on. This is for the wonderful women of Skissers. Whoever I missed, you are in my heart.
Dana sat back in her chair, her computer resting on her lap. Any pretense of trying to work on her report long forgotten, she watched her partner as he talked on the phone to the casting director at Price/Wilson Associates. Mulder was convinced that someone at the ad agency responsible for a series of kidnap murders. The victims had come from Maryland, Virginia and as far away as Pennsylvania. All of the bodies had been found within a twenty-mile radius of DC. All the victims had been straight out of GQ; lanky, dark, with pouty good looks.
Local police had handled the initial investigations and managed to make identifications by checking missing persons reports. None of the 10 men had police records and only one had ever been fingerprinted for a bond card. There was little physical evidence to go on. Each man had rope burns on their wrists, the residue of a common tranquilizer, the needle mark where said tranquilizer had been administered. Each man had been shot in the back of the head and was missing his genitalia. Skinner had been approached by the VCTF and had agreed to allow Mulder to profile the case. Mulder had been bored and agreed. After looking at what little evidence the cops had culled, he had taken the one piece of commonality and run with it. The only connection, tenuous at best, was that five of the men had modeled and all five had been on Price/Wilson ad shoots. Not necessarily damning in and of itself since Price/Wilson was one of the biggest ad agencies in the Washington area.
Mulder’s sigh brought Scully’s attention back to his end of the phone conversation.
"I just don’t understand. I thought the call was for…. Well all the ads I’ve seen have got….well yeah…no I didn’t know that. I guess he is, wait a minute let me ask my secretary." He grinned at Scully. "Excuse Miss Scully, do you find Patrick Stewart in particular or bald men in general particularly sexy?"
Scully gave him a look that promised retribution later and decided to not play quite the way he expected. "Hell yes, Mr. Mulder, sir."
His grin turned into a scowl. The plan had been for him to present himself for an audition for an underwear ad shoot. The shoot was going to be at night out on Haines Point. The statue, The Awakening, was to be the backdrop. "Well that’s just one," he said to the person on the other end of the line. He listened for a minute and sighed, "I never saw the Mummy. You can’t be serious, oh." He sighed again and met Scully’s amused look. "Well I’ll see what I can do. I don’t know if I have any clients who are tall, bald and sexy. Yeah I know the shoot is tomorrow night. Yeah, I’ll call you. Thanks for your help."
He placed the receiver on the cradle. "Bald! Whoever heard of a bald man selling underwear!"
"Oh I don’t know, Mulder. I think the right bald man can be pretty sexy."
"You do, Agent Scully?"
She jerked around and nearly fell out of her chair. "Hello, sir." She managed.
Walter Skinner walked into the basement office, dressed in a dark gray suit white starched shirt with a blood red tie around his neck. His normal scowl was replaced with a bemused look. "What have you got on the serial killer, Mulder?"
"Nothing concrete, sir. I’m trying to work my way into a Price/Wilson shoot tomorrow night. If the pattern holds, another man should go missing soon."
"I thought only five of the ten victims were models."
"Yes, sir. The last five victims. I think our man has figured out the best way to find his targets."
"What’s this about bald men?" Skinner rested his hip against the corner of Mulder’s desk, just inches from where Scully sat.
"Nothing." Mulder fussed with papers on his desk.
"Oh tell him, Mulder." Scully bit back her snort of laughter.
"Yes, tell me, Mulder." Skinner purred menacingly.
Mulder leaned back in his chair, resting his foot on his open bottom drawer. "Well I got word that they are having this photo shoot for Don Parmalee Undergarments. They’re the hottest selling…"
"I know the name, Mulder." Skinner’s scowl was back.
"Sorry, sir." Mulder glanced at Scully for support but she had the most peculiar smile he had ever seen on her face. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, when I called they said they had enough of the good-looking guys and were looking for a more diverse segment of society."
"That’s how they put it, Agent Mulder?" Skinner’s voice was positively dangerous.
Mulder gulped, wondering how the hell he had got this far out on such thin ice. "Well…uhm…actually I don’t remember how she put it? She said something about wanting the full spectrum of sexy. She mentioned the recent issue of People Magazine. I guess they do a Sexiest Man of the Year or something like that. This year was Ben Affleck." He looked thoroughly bemused and when he continued it was almost like he was talking to himself. "I don’t get it, Affleck has hair."
Scully was biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud. "Uhm…Mulder…you probably should stop while you’re ahead."
"Huh? He looked from his partner to his boss. He finally figured it out. ‘Shit!’ he thought. He had the good grace to blush then gave them both his bad boy grin. "Sorry, Skinner. I don’t even notice anymore. I mean, you’re the boss – it’s a package."
Skinner stood and scowled down at the reason why he bought the gallon size of Malox. "I would suggest you don’t use that line on AD Cassidy, Mulder."
Mulder decided to play it out. Skinner wouldn’t even consider it so he figured he was safe. "So, Big Guy, you want to be my in at the Price/Wilson shoot? What do you think Scully? Is he as sexy as Patrick Stewart? Or that guy from the Mummy?"
Scully stood up, placing her laptop on Mulder’s desk. Turning she looked up into their boss’ face. "Oh definitely as sexy as Patrick Stewart."
Mulder pouted into the Klieg lights. Scully stood off to one side, thoroughly pissed at him. "You should have stayed home, Mulder."
"I’m fine, Scully. Besides it’s all your fault."
"And how do you figure that?"
"I can’t believe you said that about Skinner in that tone of voice. What did you expect me to do?"
She looked at her partner’s sling. The bone in his arm had snapped clean when he fell out of his chair the day before. "Well you were acting like such a jerk."
"Jerk! How was I acting like a jerk? Who thinks of their boss that way?" He grimaced. The pain meds were wearing off and he would have to take another pill soon. He watched the photographers snap pictures of each scantily clad model. There were about a hundred people standing around, many of them with Price/Wilson, but somehow word had got out that they were going to be here and there were quite a few civilians hanging around which was good because it allowed the other agents to blend in.
"I don’t get it, Scully?"
"What don’t you get?"
"Well you know I’m not sexist, right?"
"You are the least sexist man I know, Mulder." ‘Which isn’t saying much.’ Scully finished to herself.
"So what’s up with all the female volunteers? Hell we’ve got ten agents out here and I’m the only man."
"The only man?" Someone snorted from behind them. They turned and Scully grinned.
"Agent Miller."
"Hey, Scully. Where is he?"
"Clean the drool off your chin, Miller."
"Bite me, Scully. Where is he."
"You two are just sick." Mulder sighed. "He’s an Assistant Director for Christ sake."
"Damn fine one too." Another voice intruded.
"AD Cassidy." Scully greeted the older woman.
"Agents. So where is he?"
"I don’t believe this. How many of you would have been out here if it would have been me doing the shoot?" Mulder demanded. The three women exchanged glances and he sighed, "Don’t answer that." He scanned the crowd. "Well if the way you three are acting is any indication then I would say he’s over there."
The women turned to where Mulder was indicating. They couldn’t see anything but a milling group of the other agents.
"Get out of the way, Ball." Miller muttered.
"Hell, Kaz and Tydal are bouncing up and down like three year olds on Christmas morning." Cassidy observed. "A little decorum, ladies."
"Yeah, right." Mulder stomped off in disgust.
"What’s wrong with him?" Agent Feeley asked as she and Woolf from Internet Crimes walked up to the Scully and the other agents.
As a group, the women moved closer to the bronze rendition of a man struggling to arise from the ground. Men in various stages of undress leaned against different body parts. A photographer was taking pictures of one man who looked like Mulder’s brother as he posed at the six-foot tall bent knee.
"Hey Sylvie, where is he?" Miller asked one of the agents.
"Got me, CJ thought she saw him but…oh wait, there."
A sigh went up as ten women moved out of the way. Walter Skinner, wearing a long white robe, his eyes straight ahead walked through the crowd. Two men flanked him. "Ladies? Are you supposed to be here? Do you have passes?" One of the men demanded as he had to push Agent Wahlther out of the way.
The other man grinned happily. "I told you this was a good idea. Women buy the majority of men’s underwear. Parmalee is going to be really pleased.
"Agents!" Joanne Cassidy was suddenly all business. "We’re professionals. Lets take our posts." As the other women hurried away, Dana Scully stood her ground and watched Skinner stalk across the park. ‘He’s like a lion with his pride. No, he’s a panther.’ She scanned the crowd and picked out each agent. When a collective groan went up, she turned her attention to the huge hand jutting out from the dry summer ground. Clad only in a pair of white briefs, Skinner lounged across the hand, his weight supported on his outstretched arm. It was hot and humid and sweat was beginning to glisten in the thick hair on his chest.
"Dear God, he’s magnificent." One of the male camera assistants sighed.
Scully just shook her head. Skinner’s legs were positioned so that one leg was bent at the knee, making his waist look even thinner than it was. ‘Damn fine for 48. Hell for any age.’
"Very nice, Walter." The photographer called. "Now sit up and lean against the hand. Give me a look, Walter. No don’t pout, oh yeah. Surlyman. Good job. Give me a growl, baby."
"Hey! Federal Agent! Stop or I’ll shoot!"
Dana Scully stepped out of the shower and dried her hair. They had left the paperwork to Miller and the other Agent assigned to Violent Crimes. The murderer who turned out to be one of the partner’s daughters tried to take her next victim – Mulder – while everyone was focused on Skinner. Annalee Wilson was a large, strong, ugly girl who had worked for her father’s firm as an accountant. Evidently, all she wanted was for a pretty man to show her some attention, even if she had to try and convince them at gunpoint. Mulder had gone down to the police station with the arresting agents. It would be a real jurisdictional fight, one that Skinner would have to probably mediate for the Feds. She sighed and turned off the light and stepped out into the bedroom.
The room was aglow in candles and he was stretched out on her bed, one leg bent at the knee, his weight resting on his outstretched arm. He was wearing the same skimpy briefs he had worn for the camera. "You’re going to be insufferable for a week aren’t you – sir." She stood there, hands on her naked hips, glaring at him.
"Hey. You were the one who told me about the contest."
She walked up to the bed, her glare softening to a pleased expression. "Best Ass at the JEH," she sighed happily. No one knew about them. No one could ever know about them. It would have serious repercussions on both their careers and she would probably be transferred out of the X-Files and he would definitely lose them if not his Assistant Directorship. No. They would keep this quiet.
She crawled onto the king-size bed that she had ordered one month after they had first slept together. She knelt before him and waited.
He reached up with his free hand and caressed his fingers through her still damp hair. "Admit it Scully, you like it."
"I do?"
"I saw you standing there with that look on your face."
"What look would that be, AD Skinner."
He dragged his thumb over her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue ran across the rough pad and he closed his eyes for a moment before pulling free so he could trail his fingers over her throat. "That look that said, ‘Look all you want ladies, but he’s mine."
"Are you mine, Skinner?" She groaned as he traced the curve of her breast.
"Yes," he growled and returned his hand to behind her neck. "Come here." Their lips fussed and she welcomed his tongue. He rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him until she straddled his waist. He pushed her up, breaking the kiss. "I want you. I want to taste you. Grab on to the headboard and hold on tight, Agent."
She crawled forward and grasped the brass rails and slowly lowered herself to his hungry mouth. He knew just what to do. Tracing her folds with this tongue, he parted her labia and explored her. Tiny sparks rippled up through her core creating a goosebump chain straight to her nipples. "Walter," she sighed and tried to grind down harder, but his hands held her tight controlling ever sensation. "Please, Walter." Her moan floated through her bedroom.
Skinner pushed her up a bit and kissed the inside of her thighs. "I love to hear you beg me, Dana." He pulled her lower and let his tongue circle her clit, just the way she liked it.
"Oh God, s-so good." She whimpered as he gradually began to increase the pressure. She cried out her release, but still he wouldn’t let her go. Instead, he began to lap up her juices, feasting on her, reveling in her scent. Finally, she had enough and arch up and off him. Standing next to the bed she tried to catch her breath. A wide grin appeared on her face.
"What?" He asked as he stroked his cock. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected her to be such a wildcat in bed. It scared him some times how inventive she could be. "Dana?"
"You know what?"
"What?" he repeated cautiously.
"I bet every one of them are home using their vibrators, wishing it was you touching them." He didn’t say a word as the bright red blush covered his face and body. "But you’re mine, Walter. Mine to do with what I want."
His gulp was audible in the room. "Uhm…what did you have in mind?"
She didn’t answer him but went over to her dresser. When she returned she had several long scarves. She dangled them in front of him, the smile on her lips positively evil. Her eyebrow arched in question.
He licked his lips but reached behind him and grasped the posts of the headboard. She straddled his face again and let him play some more as she tied each wrist securely. She couldn’t believe the way he brought out such naughty desires in her. When she was done she regretfully moved lower, away from his very talented tongue. "Do you know how sexy you are, Walter Skinner?" she said as she stretched her body over his.
"Only with you, Dana."
"Damn straight buster." She lower her lips and began to kiss away her juices still covering his face. She plundered his mouth, plunging deep like he had done to her. His chest heaved in his passion and she moved lower. "I love your chest. It’s perfect. So toned. Her teeth tugged at the hair above his nipples before she began to worry the tiny hard points.
"God, Dana."
"And your abs, Walter. Hard as a rock." She nipped her way down until she came to the trail of hair leading to her satisfaction. "I hope Wilson/Price publish those photos, Walter. I don’t care if every woman in the Hoover has a copy of that picture framed on their desk." She knelt between his legs. "But this, Walter," she reached up and caressed her fingers underneath the band of his briefs, "this is mine." She pulled them down and tossed them in a corner. She studied his cock, bobby proudly before her. "You’re so big. The first time I saw you, I thought you might be. Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Skinner?"
"How long?" His voice was a harsh croak.
"Well let’s just say, the first time you accused me of lying to you, I had to go home and change my panties. You give good voice, Skinner. I wore out my vibrator twice the first year I knew you. And you never once touched me." She cupped his heavy balls in her hand. "I can never get enough of this. I wish we could just stay here 24/7." She lowered her head until her lips were hovering above him. His cock was twitching, begging her. "You said you like to hear me beg? I like to just hear you talk. I’ll do anything you want, but you have to tell me."
He groaned and shut his eyes. "Suck me." He commanded. "Damn it, Dana!" His eyes jerked open and he glared down at her. She grinned into his eyes but never moved her mouth off his thigh. "Please." Her eyebrows wiggled. The headboard rocked against the wall as he struggled against the ties. Taking a shuddering breath he licked his lips. "Please run your tongue over the head of my penis, Agent Scully."
"Oh God, say that to me someday in your office. Please." She licked all over his cock head, eliciting heartfelt groans of pleasure.
"Now, take me – my cock into your mouth as far as you can…Jesus!" He gasped as she swallowed him whole. "Damn, you’ve been on the internet, haven’t you? So good. Please, touch my balls. Oh God, you know how I like it."
She watched him, her blue eyes locked on his. She was so hot for him, she wanted him inside her but she wanted to taste him. He was right. She had been on the internet. She was always looking for new ways of pleasing him. She kneaded his balls, gently rolling them in her hand. She remembered reading a rather hot story on a porn site one night when she and Mulder were in the field. Shifting just a bit, never stopping in her sucking, she brought her other hand to his anus. They had never explored that particular area – yet. As she just probed the puckered opening he shouted and arched off the bed, flooding her throat with his cum.
"Jesus. Oh God." He panted, trying to catch his breath. "Where…I mean…oh Dana."
She released him, and crawled forward. It took her a minute to untie the scarves. He had pulled on them so hard the knots were difficult to unravel. By the time he was free he could reach out to her and pull her down and around until he covered her with his body. He stared into her eyes and said in wonder. "That was the most intense, the most incredible…"
She arched up and kissed him. "So it was okay?"
"Oh damn. Yes. He lowered his lips her hers. The taste of himself on her mouth was a bigger turn on that he could have ever imagined. When he pulled back he sighed, "What you do to me, Dana Scully."
She reached up and rubbed the palm of her hand over the smooth, sweat slicked skin of his head. "Oh I can’t wait to do more things to you, Walter Skinner."
"You can’t huh?" He kissed her throat as he found one of her nipples. Taking it between his finger and thumb he rolled it to a painfully stiff point, tugging it until she cried out in pleasure and pain. Moving his lips lower he sucked her other breast deep inside his mouth, rubbing the flat of his tongue across her skin. He released the suction, letting his teeth scrape against her skin until just the tip was captured between his teeth.
She kept her eyes open, the sight of him playing with her had her soaking wet again. She felt her womb clench at the sensations. She didn’t beg him to do more, she was enjoying the way he was using her. Her only encouragement was to continue to stroke his head.
He shifted until he was lying next to her. Wrapping one arm around her neck, he resumed his manipulations of her breasts with his mouth and hand. With his free hand no longer trapped between them, he traced down her stomach to her core. Parting her labia he plunged two fingers deep inside her, resting his thumb against her clit. In no time she was thrashing and bucking hard against his hand until she was chanting his name, coming hard, her muscles holding his fingers tight. His mouth released her breast and he bought his lips to her ear. "My turn, Agent."
Her eyes grew wide as he brought a finger down to her anus. It was covered in her juices, but still it was such an intense feeling as he slowly pressed against the opening. As she gasped at the sensation, he captured her lips in his. With each thrust of his tongue, he probed a little deeper. As the muscles stretched he rolled her nipple harder.
Dana was awash in another intense orgasm. She could barely breath as wave after wave overtook her. She didn’t even realize when he stopped and knelt between her legs, both hands grasping her hips. "Look at me, Dana." He voice commanded. Her eyes flew open in time to see him position his cock at her sex and plunge home.
He pounded into her, fucking her hard, holding her hips tight against his thighs, the sweat of their bodies lubricating the friction of skin against skin. She watched in fascination as her hard-ass surly boss lost all control and came in roaring release. She didn’t even mind that Mrs. O’Malley would look at her oddly for the next few days. As he collapse beside her, completely spent she sighed softly, "Oh yeah, definitely very sexy."