It is the same Bela that you met earlier in ‘Bela got fucked’
The short fat man swirled the brandy and then raised the glass and inhaled the heady fumes. He smiled when he considered that it cost the equivalent of a day's wages for many of the people living in his country. Life was good.
Before he stepped towards the balcony doors to open the drapes he turned off the room lights. Even though he was in the penthouse of a fifteen storey building, it was best not to take any chances.
The drapes slid open and he stepped out into the warm night air. As he surveyed the scene below he drew on the Havana cigar and let the smoke drift slowly from his lips. He looked down to the city where advertising banners flashed in chaotic disorder and listened to the hum of activity that arose.
As his eyes swept to the right to take in the panoramic view, he stiffened in shock when he saw the dark figure standing just inside the balcony rail. For a moment he froze in disbelief as he tried to grasp the impossible situation. How in God's name? Then he saw the rope dangling from the roof.
The figure appeared to be totally enclosed in a tight black garment and it stood motionless with arms hanging loosely.
His heart thudded in the menacing silence and he began to shuffle backwards into the room. Could he get to his desk and the pistol in the second drawer? The black figure followed him.
In the semi-darkness of the room he continued his slow progress until he felt the desk against the backs of his thighs. Carefully he negotiated his way around the desk and then lowered himself into the leather chair. His hands were shaking as he placed his glass on the surface and the cigar in the ashtray.
Fear made him breathless but he tried to keep his voice steady and authoritative as he demanded, "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"
The menacing silence remained unbroken.
He forced himself to appear relaxed as his hand crept towards the handle of the second drawer. His fingers were trembling as he gripped it and silently slid the drawer open.
With an effort he spoke again and tried to sound indignant when he said, "I asked who you are. What do you want?"
His hand was in the drawer and closing around the butt of the pistol. He felt for the safety catch with his thumb and eased it off.
He now had the pistol firmly grasped and prepared to lift it. He was no expert with a gun but surely he could not miss someone standing three metres away?
As he snatched the pistol from the drawer, he felt the impact in his chest and the force of it swivelled his chair a quarter turn to the left. The weapon tumbled from his fingers.
He looked up and the right arm of the dark figure was pointing horizontally towards him. He looked down and stared blankly at the steel handle protruding from the centre of his chest.
At first he felt nothing, but then a paroxysm of agony convulsed his body. He tried to stand but his legs were lifeless. He retched and tasted blood.
His body jerked and twisted with the excruciating pain but slowly a deadening seeped through his limbs. As he slumped back in the chair he felt himself drifting into a stupor. His last vision before his heart stopped beating was the motionless black figure watching him die.
Martin sipped his coffee and sneaked a glance to his right. The girl sitting alone was stirring her cup as she watched the traffic go by. There were two tables between them but he had a clear view of her.
The early evening was hot and sticky and he dabbed his forehead with a paper napkin. It was approaching dusk and the street was packed with vehicles and pedestrians and all of them contributing to a cacophony of horns, bicycle bells and shouting voices.
Peddled carts carrying tourists weaved through lines of delivery vans and hand pushed barrows. Pedestrians seemingly oblivious to the moving vehicles continually stepped into the road only to receive screams of abuse from frustrated drivers. It was a scene that repeated itself throughout the day and one with which he was familiar.
After closing his office he occasionally walked to the open café and relaxed with a coffee or an alcoholic drink before returning to his apartment. It was not a regular routine and one that depended upon his mood after the rigours of the day. That was until three evenings ago when he saw the girl.
On her first visit to the café she sauntered past and sat down at one of the outside tables. A male waiter was instantly at her side and she spoke in the local language. She received her order faster than he was usually served.
He glanced in her direction again and thrilled at her athletic poise. She was quite tall and lounged with her shapely bare legs stretched casually for all to see. Her short dark hair was cheekily tousled to give her an elfin charm.
He desperately wanted to see her eyes but her gaze was always directly ahead and he had seen only her profile. He made up his mind that if she looked in his direction he would smile in the hope of promoting a conversation, but she never did. He resigned himself to accepting that beautiful young girls were not interested in middle-aged men.
Since becoming a widower he had not attempted another relationship and although he knew he was attractive to women, the trials of courtship had no appeal.
She stood up to leave and tossed some money down without waiting for the check. As she walked away he had a foolish impulse to follow her. He had nothing better to do so why not?
The sidewalk was crowded as she strolled past the many gift shops and restaurants and he stayed several paces behind her. He felt silly but convinced himself that he was curious only to learn her final destination.
Suddenly she turned into a side street and he stopped when he reached it and peered cautiously in the direction she had taken. The street contained yet another small market that would remain active until late into the night. She was examining jewellery at one of the stalls and he waited until she continued her stroll before he followed.
The street was a cul-de-sac with an alleyway leading off at the end and he was surprised to see her disappear into it. When he reached the opening he peered along it but she had vanished. He hesitated for a few seconds but curiosity got the better of him. At the end of the dark alley he found himself at the back of the main street buildings. There was no one in sight and all he could see were piles of sacks and cartons awaiting collection.
He knew he should turn back but having got this far he was determined to discover which building she had entered so he decided to walk just a few more paces.
He had passed only three of the rear entrances when a hand grasped his forehead from behind and a knee pressed into the lower part of his back. His legs folded and he saw the glint of a knife.
As the blade was put to his throat his immediate reaction was shock followed by anger that he had been so stupid to follow her. Now he was going to get robbed and probably murdered.
With his head pulled back and pressure still into his back he was unable to move, so he waited fearfully to learn his fate.
Then he became aware of a face close to his ear and a female voice whispered softly, "Why are you following me?"
He mind reeled in surprise and then relief that perhaps he was not going to be murdered after all. He found it difficult to speak with his head in such a strained position but managed to gasp, "Was I following you?"
"Yes you were. Did you intend to force me to the ground and then rape me?"
It was a struggle to answer but he replied indignantly, "Of course not; I had absolutely no intention of raping you. The thought never entered my head."
Suddenly the hand released his forehead and the knee left his back. Without any apparent effort he was turned and thrust backwards into a pile of plastic sacks. She moved quickly to straddle his lap but the knife stayed at his throat.
As he looked into her face it was too dark to see her eyes and he felt mildly frustrated.
She moved her face closer to his and said, "Why didn't you intend to rape me, don't you think I'm pretty enough?"
Was she laughing at him? Only her eyes would have told him. He replied, "Young lady if I were in the rape business, you would be at the top of my list. But I am not, so will you please remove the knife."
"I haven't decided yet if I'm going to slit your throat."
He concluded that he was going to live after all and said, "Please don't do that, this is only the second time that I've worn this suit."
Slowly she removed the blade and then her mouth travelled a few centimetres and closed over his.
She was kissing him and the shock of it was so startling he was unable to respond. Her lips were warm and he breathed in the delicious scent of her.
When she drew back he whispered, "Why did you do that?"
"I felt like doing it."
Suddenly she stood erect and grasped his lapels. He was hauled to his feet and he was amazed at her strength.
She said calmly, "Come along Mister Poulter, let's go and eat. I'll dust you off when we get into the light."
He stiffened with shock and gasped, "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
She linked her arm in his and answered, "We can chat over a meal. My name is Bela."
As they walked back into the busy main street, Martin's mind churned in confusion. A girl he had seen for the first time only three evenings ago knew his name, had held a knife to his throat and then kissed him.
They walked only a short distance before she turned into a restaurant. It was early and just a few tables were occupied. A smiling man hurried forward and Martin guessed he was the owner when Bella embraced him. They spoke briefly before the man ushered them to a discreet booth.
In the light of the small table lamp Martin at last looked into Bela's eyes. They were large and dark but the colour was mysterious.
The short fat man swirled the brandy and then raised the glass and inhaled the heady fumes. He smiled when he considered that it cost the equivalent of a day's wages for many of the people living in his country. Life was good.
Before he stepped towards the balcony doors to open the drapes he turned off the room lights. Even though he was in the penthouse of a fifteen storey building, it was best not to take any chances.
The drapes slid open and he stepped out into the warm night air. As he surveyed the scene below he drew on the Havana cigar and let the smoke drift slowly from his lips. He looked down to the city where advertising banners flashed in chaotic disorder and listened to the hum of activity that arose.
As his eyes swept to the right to take in the panoramic view, he stiffened in shock when he saw the dark figure standing just inside the balcony rail. For a moment he froze in disbelief as he tried to grasp the impossible situation. How in God's name? Then he saw the rope dangling from the roof.
The figure appeared to be totally enclosed in a tight black garment and it stood motionless with arms hanging loosely.
His heart thudded in the menacing silence and he began to shuffle backwards into the room. Could he get to his desk and the pistol in the second drawer? The black figure followed him.
In the semi-darkness of the room he continued his slow progress until he felt the desk against the backs of his thighs. Carefully he negotiated his way around the desk and then lowered himself into the leather chair. His hands were shaking as he placed his glass on the surface and the cigar in the ashtray.
Fear made him breathless but he tried to keep his voice steady and authoritative as he demanded, "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"
The menacing silence remained unbroken.
He forced himself to appear relaxed as his hand crept towards the handle of the second drawer. His fingers were trembling as he gripped it and silently slid the drawer open.
With an effort he spoke again and tried to sound indignant when he said, "I asked who you are. What do you want?"
His hand was in the drawer and closing around the butt of the pistol. He felt for the safety catch with his thumb and eased it off.
He now had the pistol firmly grasped and prepared to lift it. He was no expert with a gun but surely he could not miss someone standing three metres away?
As he snatched the pistol from the drawer, he felt the impact in his chest and the force of it swivelled his chair a quarter turn to the left. The weapon tumbled from his fingers.
He looked up and the right arm of the dark figure was pointing horizontally towards him. He looked down and stared blankly at the steel handle protruding from the centre of his chest.
At first he felt nothing, but then a paroxysm of agony convulsed his body. He tried to stand but his legs were lifeless. He retched and tasted blood.
His body jerked and twisted with the excruciating pain but slowly a deadening seeped through his limbs. As he slumped back in the chair he felt himself drifting into a stupor. His last vision before his heart stopped beating was the motionless black figure watching him die.
Martin sipped his coffee and sneaked a glance to his right. The girl sitting alone was stirring her cup as she watched the traffic go by. There were two tables between them but he had a clear view of her.
The early evening was hot and sticky and he dabbed his forehead with a paper napkin. It was approaching dusk and the street was packed with vehicles and pedestrians and all of them contributing to a cacophony of horns, bicycle bells and shouting voices.
Peddled carts carrying tourists weaved through lines of delivery vans and hand pushed barrows. Pedestrians seemingly oblivious to the moving vehicles continually stepped into the road only to receive screams of abuse from frustrated drivers. It was a scene that repeated itself throughout the day and one with which he was familiar.
After closing his office he occasionally walked to the open café and relaxed with a coffee or an alcoholic drink before returning to his apartment. It was not a regular routine and one that depended upon his mood after the rigours of the day. That was until three evenings ago when he saw the girl.
On her first visit to the café she sauntered past and sat down at one of the outside tables. A male waiter was instantly at her side and she spoke in the local language. She received her order faster than he was usually served.
He glanced in her direction again and thrilled at her athletic poise. She was quite tall and lounged with her shapely bare legs stretched casually for all to see. Her short dark hair was cheekily tousled to give her an elfin charm.
He desperately wanted to see her eyes but her gaze was always directly ahead and he had seen only her profile. He made up his mind that if she looked in his direction he would smile in the hope of promoting a conversation, but she never did. He resigned himself to accepting that beautiful young girls were not interested in middle-aged men.
Since becoming a widower he had not attempted another relationship and although he knew he was attractive to women, the trials of courtship had no appeal.
She stood up to leave and tossed some money down without waiting for the check. As she walked away he had a foolish impulse to follow her. He had nothing better to do so why not?
The sidewalk was crowded as she strolled past the many gift shops and restaurants and he stayed several paces behind her. He felt silly but convinced himself that he was curious only to learn her final destination.
Suddenly she turned into a side street and he stopped when he reached it and peered cautiously in the direction she had taken. The street contained yet another small market that would remain active until late into the night. She was examining jewellery at one of the stalls and he waited until she continued her stroll before he followed.
The street was a cul-de-sac with an alleyway leading off at the end and he was surprised to see her disappear into it. When he reached the opening he peered along it but she had vanished. He hesitated for a few seconds but curiosity got the better of him. At the end of the dark alley he found himself at the back of the main street buildings. There was no one in sight and all he could see were piles of sacks and cartons awaiting collection.
He knew he should turn back but having got this far he was determined to discover which building she had entered so he decided to walk just a few more paces.
He had passed only three of the rear entrances when a hand grasped his forehead from behind and a knee pressed into the lower part of his back. His legs folded and he saw the glint of a knife.
As the blade was put to his throat his immediate reaction was shock followed by anger that he had been so stupid to follow her. Now he was going to get robbed and probably murdered.
With his head pulled back and pressure still into his back he was unable to move, so he waited fearfully to learn his fate.
Then he became aware of a face close to his ear and a female voice whispered softly, "Why are you following me?"
He mind reeled in surprise and then relief that perhaps he was not going to be murdered after all. He found it difficult to speak with his head in such a strained position but managed to gasp, "Was I following you?"
"Yes you were. Did you intend to force me to the ground and then rape me?"
It was a struggle to answer but he replied indignantly, "Of course not; I had absolutely no intention of raping you. The thought never entered my head."
Suddenly the hand released his forehead and the knee left his back. Without any apparent effort he was turned and thrust backwards into a pile of plastic sacks. She moved quickly to straddle his lap but the knife stayed at his throat.
As he looked into her face it was too dark to see her eyes and he felt mildly frustrated.
She moved her face closer to his and said, "Why didn't you intend to rape me, don't you think I'm pretty enough?"
Was she laughing at him? Only her eyes would have told him. He replied, "Young lady if I were in the rape business, you would be at the top of my list. But I am not, so will you please remove the knife."
"I haven't decided yet if I'm going to slit your throat."
He concluded that he was going to live after all and said, "Please don't do that, this is only the second time that I've worn this suit."
Slowly she removed the blade and then her mouth travelled a few centimetres and closed over his.
She was kissing him and the shock of it was so startling he was unable to respond. Her lips were warm and he breathed in the delicious scent of her.
When she drew back he whispered, "Why did you do that?"
"I felt like doing it."
Suddenly she stood erect and grasped his lapels. He was hauled to his feet and he was amazed at her strength.
She said calmly, "Come along Mister Poulter, let's go and eat. I'll dust you off when we get into the light."
He stiffened with shock and gasped, "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
She linked her arm in his and answered, "We can chat over a meal. My name is Bela."
As they walked back into the busy main street, Martin's mind churned in confusion. A girl he had seen for the first time only three evenings ago knew his name, had held a knife to his throat and then kissed him.
They walked only a short distance before she turned into a restaurant. It was early and just a few tables were occupied. A smiling man hurried forward and Martin guessed he was the owner when Bella embraced him. They spoke briefly before the man ushered them to a discreet booth.
In the light of the small table lamp Martin at last looked into Bela's eyes. They were large and dark but the colour was mysterious.
Were they black or dark blue or purple?
Bela ordered without consulting him and while they were waiting he mustered some composure. As calmly as he was able he asked, "Now then Bela, how do you know my name?"
"I checked you out."
"Why?"
"Because you've been ogling me and you're an attractive man. Also you know somebody in whom I have an interest."
Martin felt a glow of pleasure that she had complimented his looks and his confidence began to grow. "I didn't realise you were aware that I was peeking at you. You didn't once glance in my direction."
"I have eyes at the side of my head."
He smiled as he asked, "So what is your line of business?"
"I kill people."
He laughed. "That doesn't surprise me, you nearly did for me back there when you put that knife to my throat."
He frowned. "Just a minute, what's a beautiful young girl doing carrying a knife anyway?"
"Protection, and it's also useful for peeling things."
The food arrived and he decided to abandon the subject of the knife. "You speak the language fluently so I presume this is not the first time you have visited this country. Is your purpose here business, pleasure or other?"
"Other."
"And who is this person that we mutually know?"
"Prasong Bidaya."
His eyes widened in surprise and he felt immediately uncomfortable. He was silent for a few seconds before he asked quietly, "Why do you have an interest in that gentleman?"
"That's rather difficult to explain. Don't worry, I know all about his activities. What is your opinion of Mister Bidaya?"
Martin leaned back and said, "It would be unethical for me to discuss a client. But off the record he is not a nice person and has a nefarious history. A few days ago his partner was found murdered in mysterious circumstances and the police are baffled."
"Yes I heard about that. Are you aware of the nature of Mister Bidaya's business?"
Martin's lips tightened and he hesitated before replying, "I'm ashamed to say that I am and I try not to think about it. He buys and sells children and gets away with it because the police turn a blind eye. One can only assume that they are well paid for doing so."
He looked closely at Bela to see if he was receiving condemnation but her gaze was steady.
He continued, "I sell him insurance and I was already involved to quite an extent before I learned how he makes his money. It is now difficult for me to become disassociated."
"I understand perfectly." She leaned forward and said quietly, "I want to meet him. Would you consider employing me as a company representative? You know, An attractive girl visits clients to promote good relationships. Maybe even get some business; that sort of thing."
Martin felt uneasy when he asked, "Why do you want to meet him?
Bela replied, "I can't answer that question just yet, but I will tell you eventually. May I call you Martin?"
"Of course."
They had finished their light meal and Bela asked, "How about a relaxing massage Martin?"
He raised his eyebrows. "If you're suggesting that I should be seen entering a massage parlour, I'm afraid that's out of the question. I'm a respectable local business man and it would tarnish my reputation."
She smiled and reached across the table to take his hand. "Don't be a fuddy duddy; come along with me."
She arose and gently pulled him from his seat. He wanted to resist but curiosity and her captivating charm were too much for him. She slipped her arm around his waist and he allowed himself to be led to the rear of the restaurant where they passed through beaded curtains.
Immediately on the other side of the curtains he found himself looking up a narrow rickety staircase. She took his hand again and began to climb the stairs in front of him but he pulled back.
"Bela, I don't think this is a good idea. I'm not used to this kind of thing and I'm nervous."
She held his hand firmly and said, "Trust me; no one will ever know and I promise you will enjoy yourself. This is not a sleazy joint."
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but remember I'm relying on you to keep me respectable."
At the top of the stairs they passed into a small room that contained just a couch. Martin had time only to breathe in the lingering perfume before two scantily clad young girls entered through another door. They were exceptionally pretty and he felt embarrassed that he was probably older than their fathers.
Although Martin had never taken advantage of its availability, professional sex was an accepted part of the national culture. He had always been attracted to oriental females and his wife had been the reason that he was now permanently established in the country of her birth.
One smiling girl approached each of them and they were led into a shower room. Both girls were wearing simple tunics and peeled them off to reveal that they were naked underneath.
Martin's girl had small but firm breasts and her pubic hair had been shaven. She immediately began to remove his clothes and folded them neatly. Having committed himself to that point, he allowed her to undress him completely.
When she had removed all of his clothing she stepped back and nodded in admiration. He kept himself fit and knew he was in good shape for his age. He also knew that he had a large penis so he was not ashamed to be naked.
He looked across to Bela who was also naked and thrilled at the sight of her. She had full breasts and an athletic body but she moved with the grace of a lioness.
The shower was comfortably big enough for four people and the girls stepped in first and carefully tested the water from the hoses. When they were satisfied, they smiled and beckoned.
Martin allowed his girl to take control and she soaped his back. At first she used just her hands but then she pressed her body against him with a sliding motion that was deliciously sensual. When she turned him towards her and began to soap his front, she continued to writhe with her body against his and there was nothing he could do to stop his penis from stiffening.
It was obviously what she had been trying to achieve because she giggled and slipped her hand around it. For a few seconds she looked directly into his eyes while she slid her hand slowly back and forth.
Suddenly she lifted her right leg and wrapped it behind his waist. She raised herself on tiptoe and rubbed the tip of his penis against her soft vagina. Martin closed his eyes and gasped with the sensation.
He wanted to hug her close and insert himself fully but she giggled with amusement and pulled away. Clearly she had just been teasing him.
He looked towards Bela who was standing with her legs apart and her hands on the girl's shoulders. Her eyes were closed and the girl had one thigh lifted and was rubbing it sensually under Bela's crotch.
Martin wondered if he was dreaming. Less than an hour ago he had been enjoying a coffee at the end of a normal day and now he was involved in erotic foreplay with three sexy females.
The girl finished rinsing him and led him out of the shower to towel him dry. She took him into another room that contained two massage tables and gestured for him to lie on one. A few seconds later Bela arrived with her girl and climbed onto the other table.
He lay face down as she dripped oil onto his back. After she had spread the oil she climbed onto the bench and stretched herself on top of him. Slowly she began to massage him with her entire body. Her ***** nipples were hard and he could feel them tracing patterns on his back.
After a few minutes of massage she prised his legs apart and straddling the back of each in turn, began to slide her wet slit back and forth along it.
His erection was now solid and when she turned him over there was no point in hiding it. He looked sideways and saw that Bela was getting similar massage to the backs of her thighs.
His girl was now rubbing her soft crevice along the front of his thighs, but suddenly she moved higher and grasped his penis. With a fleeting movement she dipped the end of it inside her and then returned to sliding her slippery vagina backwards and forwards.
It had been a long time since his penis had been inside a female and even though she had inserted it only a centimetre or two, he desperately wanted her to do it again.
For a few more seconds she continued to massage him with her pussy and then lifted herself to insert his penis again, but this time a little deeper. The girl was an expert and with each insertion he got closer to an orgasm and with each withdrawal he could not help from groaning with frustration. She was driving him to the limit of his endurance, but she was also watching him closely.
He looked sideways. Bela was lying on her back with her knees raised and her girl's face was buried between her thighs.
He became aware that the girl on top of him was reaching under the bench and her hand reappeared with a contraceptive packet. With a deft movement she opened it and slipped a condom over his pulsating member.
Bela must have been watching because she spoke sharply and both girls immediately climbed down and scurried from the room. Martin groaned with disappointment but Bela quickly crossed the space between them and climbed onto his table.
As she straddled him she muttered, "Was she driving you crazy?"
"To the edge of insanity."
"Me too. That little minx has got me so fucking horny."
She put her hand on his penis and peeled off the contraceptive. "You won't make me pregnant and whether you like it not, I'm going to fuck you."
"I was desperately hoping somebody would."
She seized his cock and her voice was urgent. "I've just got to have this inside me."
She shuffled forward and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. As he slid deep into her warm drenched slit she gasped, "God, that feels good, and thank you for having a big one. Try not to come too quickly."
Martin wondered if he was hallucinating.
Bela ordered without consulting him and while they were waiting he mustered some composure. As calmly as he was able he asked, "Now then Bela, how do you know my name?"
"I checked you out."
"Why?"
"Because you've been ogling me and you're an attractive man. Also you know somebody in whom I have an interest."
Martin felt a glow of pleasure that she had complimented his looks and his confidence began to grow. "I didn't realise you were aware that I was peeking at you. You didn't once glance in my direction."
"I have eyes at the side of my head."
He smiled as he asked, "So what is your line of business?"
"I kill people."
He laughed. "That doesn't surprise me, you nearly did for me back there when you put that knife to my throat."
He frowned. "Just a minute, what's a beautiful young girl doing carrying a knife anyway?"
"Protection, and it's also useful for peeling things."
The food arrived and he decided to abandon the subject of the knife. "You speak the language fluently so I presume this is not the first time you have visited this country. Is your purpose here business, pleasure or other?"
"Other."
"And who is this person that we mutually know?"
"Prasong Bidaya."
His eyes widened in surprise and he felt immediately uncomfortable. He was silent for a few seconds before he asked quietly, "Why do you have an interest in that gentleman?"
"That's rather difficult to explain. Don't worry, I know all about his activities. What is your opinion of Mister Bidaya?"
Martin leaned back and said, "It would be unethical for me to discuss a client. But off the record he is not a nice person and has a nefarious history. A few days ago his partner was found murdered in mysterious circumstances and the police are baffled."
"Yes I heard about that. Are you aware of the nature of Mister Bidaya's business?"
Martin's lips tightened and he hesitated before replying, "I'm ashamed to say that I am and I try not to think about it. He buys and sells children and gets away with it because the police turn a blind eye. One can only assume that they are well paid for doing so."
He looked closely at Bela to see if he was receiving condemnation but her gaze was steady.
He continued, "I sell him insurance and I was already involved to quite an extent before I learned how he makes his money. It is now difficult for me to become disassociated."
"I understand perfectly." She leaned forward and said quietly, "I want to meet him. Would you consider employing me as a company representative? You know, An attractive girl visits clients to promote good relationships. Maybe even get some business; that sort of thing."
Martin felt uneasy when he asked, "Why do you want to meet him?
Bela replied, "I can't answer that question just yet, but I will tell you eventually. May I call you Martin?"
"Of course."
They had finished their light meal and Bela asked, "How about a relaxing massage Martin?"
He raised his eyebrows. "If you're suggesting that I should be seen entering a massage parlour, I'm afraid that's out of the question. I'm a respectable local business man and it would tarnish my reputation."
She smiled and reached across the table to take his hand. "Don't be a fuddy duddy; come along with me."
She arose and gently pulled him from his seat. He wanted to resist but curiosity and her captivating charm were too much for him. She slipped her arm around his waist and he allowed himself to be led to the rear of the restaurant where they passed through beaded curtains.
Immediately on the other side of the curtains he found himself looking up a narrow rickety staircase. She took his hand again and began to climb the stairs in front of him but he pulled back.
"Bela, I don't think this is a good idea. I'm not used to this kind of thing and I'm nervous."
She held his hand firmly and said, "Trust me; no one will ever know and I promise you will enjoy yourself. This is not a sleazy joint."
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but remember I'm relying on you to keep me respectable."
At the top of the stairs they passed into a small room that contained just a couch. Martin had time only to breathe in the lingering perfume before two scantily clad young girls entered through another door. They were exceptionally pretty and he felt embarrassed that he was probably older than their fathers.
Although Martin had never taken advantage of its availability, professional sex was an accepted part of the national culture. He had always been attracted to oriental females and his wife had been the reason that he was now permanently established in the country of her birth.
One smiling girl approached each of them and they were led into a shower room. Both girls were wearing simple tunics and peeled them off to reveal that they were naked underneath.
Martin's girl had small but firm breasts and her pubic hair had been shaven. She immediately began to remove his clothes and folded them neatly. Having committed himself to that point, he allowed her to undress him completely.
When she had removed all of his clothing she stepped back and nodded in admiration. He kept himself fit and knew he was in good shape for his age. He also knew that he had a large penis so he was not ashamed to be naked.
He looked across to Bela who was also naked and thrilled at the sight of her. She had full breasts and an athletic body but she moved with the grace of a lioness.
The shower was comfortably big enough for four people and the girls stepped in first and carefully tested the water from the hoses. When they were satisfied, they smiled and beckoned.
Martin allowed his girl to take control and she soaped his back. At first she used just her hands but then she pressed her body against him with a sliding motion that was deliciously sensual. When she turned him towards her and began to soap his front, she continued to writhe with her body against his and there was nothing he could do to stop his penis from stiffening.
It was obviously what she had been trying to achieve because she giggled and slipped her hand around it. For a few seconds she looked directly into his eyes while she slid her hand slowly back and forth.
Suddenly she lifted her right leg and wrapped it behind his waist. She raised herself on tiptoe and rubbed the tip of his penis against her soft vagina. Martin closed his eyes and gasped with the sensation.
He wanted to hug her close and insert himself fully but she giggled with amusement and pulled away. Clearly she had just been teasing him.
He looked towards Bela who was standing with her legs apart and her hands on the girl's shoulders. Her eyes were closed and the girl had one thigh lifted and was rubbing it sensually under Bela's crotch.
Martin wondered if he was dreaming. Less than an hour ago he had been enjoying a coffee at the end of a normal day and now he was involved in erotic foreplay with three sexy females.
The girl finished rinsing him and led him out of the shower to towel him dry. She took him into another room that contained two massage tables and gestured for him to lie on one. A few seconds later Bela arrived with her girl and climbed onto the other table.
He lay face down as she dripped oil onto his back. After she had spread the oil she climbed onto the bench and stretched herself on top of him. Slowly she began to massage him with her entire body. Her ***** nipples were hard and he could feel them tracing patterns on his back.
After a few minutes of massage she prised his legs apart and straddling the back of each in turn, began to slide her wet slit back and forth along it.
His erection was now solid and when she turned him over there was no point in hiding it. He looked sideways and saw that Bela was getting similar massage to the backs of her thighs.
His girl was now rubbing her soft crevice along the front of his thighs, but suddenly she moved higher and grasped his penis. With a fleeting movement she dipped the end of it inside her and then returned to sliding her slippery vagina backwards and forwards.
It had been a long time since his penis had been inside a female and even though she had inserted it only a centimetre or two, he desperately wanted her to do it again.
For a few more seconds she continued to massage him with her pussy and then lifted herself to insert his penis again, but this time a little deeper. The girl was an expert and with each insertion he got closer to an orgasm and with each withdrawal he could not help from groaning with frustration. She was driving him to the limit of his endurance, but she was also watching him closely.
He looked sideways. Bela was lying on her back with her knees raised and her girl's face was buried between her thighs.
He became aware that the girl on top of him was reaching under the bench and her hand reappeared with a contraceptive packet. With a deft movement she opened it and slipped a condom over his pulsating member.
Bela must have been watching because she spoke sharply and both girls immediately climbed down and scurried from the room. Martin groaned with disappointment but Bela quickly crossed the space between them and climbed onto his table.
As she straddled him she muttered, "Was she driving you crazy?"
"To the edge of insanity."
"Me too. That little minx has got me so fucking horny."
She put her hand on his penis and peeled off the contraceptive. "You won't make me pregnant and whether you like it not, I'm going to fuck you."
"I was desperately hoping somebody would."
She seized his cock and her voice was urgent. "I've just got to have this inside me."
She shuffled forward and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. As he slid deep into her warm drenched slit she gasped, "God, that feels good, and thank you for having a big one. Try not to come too quickly."
Martin wondered if he was hallucinating.
He was being fucked by a beautiful young girl that he had met only an hour previously.
She leaned forward with her hands either side of him and placed one breast close to his lips. She whispered, "It would be nice if you sucked my nipples."
Martin took the offered breast in both hands and gently nibbled the firm protrusion. She shivered with pleasure and murmured, "Now the other one." As his tongue caressed the second nipple she gasped, "Okay that's enough, I would like to come now."
She commenced with slow deliberate pushes and her vagina was so wet he could feel her secretions on his testicles. Without taking her eyes from his she gradually increased the tempo until she groaned, "Here I come." Suddenly she tilted her head back and gasped, "Jesus."
Her thrusting quickened and as her orgasm peaked she froze for a few seconds and stopped breathing. Her face twisted as if in pain, and then she exhaled with an explosive gasp.
Martin felt his balls contract and his hot semen spurted into her. He was squeezing her buttocks as he ejaculated and he could hear himself growling as the exquisite sensations flooded his loins.
Gradually his orgasm subsided, but she continued to twist her hips with slow gyrations as if extracting the last dregs of pleasure from the stiff rod inside her.
Finally she slumped forward with her lips resting upon his. For several seconds she was silent until she whispered, "That was a very nice fuck, Mister Poulter." Her lips gently nibbled his but then she drew back and stared searchingly at him. "Are you okay?"
He looked up and answered, "You realise of course that this is all a fantasy and I must have fallen over and struck my head on something. It can't be possible that only an hour ago I met a beautiful girl and she has just made passionate love to me. I'm expecting you to go pop and disappear at any moment."
Bela smiled and lifted herself carefully. His penis slid out of her and she rolled sideways and lowered her feet to the floor. He still had a semi-erection and she bent her head and gave it a brief kiss. She held out her hand and said, "Come, let's shower."
When they had dressed and walked back through the restaurant, she paused inside the entrance and said, "I'll come to your office at four-thirty tomorrow and we can discuss the terms of my employment."
He replied doubtfully, "I don't know if you're suitable to be an employee. What qualifications have you got?"
"I'm a good fuck."
"Okay you're hired, but we need to have a talk because I have lots of questions and I require the answers. Do we know each other well enough yet?"
She kissed her forefinger and then pressed it lightly to his lips. She smiled and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
As he watched her walk away he reflected that he had just enjoyed the most exciting sexual experience of his life. But Bela was a mystery and her desire to meet Prasong Bidaya was puzzling. He had an uneasy feeling that she was not just an attractive girl who enjoyed sex.
The guard with the XM8 slung across his chest watched as the main gate creaked open. He had been slouching against one of the pillars that supported the entrance portico but suddenly his bored demeanour changed to one of interest.
The bus lumbered slowly through the gates and stopped in front of the huge mansion. As the driver stepped out, the front door opened and two men descended the steps. One of them asked, "Any problems?"
The driver replied, "Nothing I couldn't handle."
The man said, "Okay, get them out."
The driver opened the side door of the bus and beckoned to the occupants to exit the vehicle. For a few seconds the doorway remained empty until he shouted, "Out."
Gradually diminutive figures became framed in the exit as seven children stepped out and huddled together in a group. Some of them were weeping while others trembled in terrified silence. There were five males aged between six and eight years. The two girls both looked to be older.
As the two men began to usher the children towards the main door, the guard said, "Give me one to play with, I'm bored."
He made as if to seize a boy but one of the men knocked his hand away and snapped, "Don't be stupid, the boss would kill you."
The guard stepped back and laughed. He held up his hands in mock surrender and said, "I was just joking, can't you take a joke?"
The entrance door shut behind the sad group and the guard strolled to the side of the house and reached into his tunic pocket. He placed a cigarette between his lips and turned away from the warm breeze with his hands cupped. As his lighter flared, he stiffened in surprise when it illuminated the dark figure standing motionless before him. All he could see was a featureless silhouette covered completely in black.
For three seconds he was too shocked to react but then the lighter clattered to the ground and he reached with both hands for his firearm. The weapon was suspended across his chest and as he attempted to lift the strap over his head, the dark figure stepped towards him.
Stiffened fingers stabbed into his solar plexus and communication to his lungs was disrupted. He dropped to his knees as he struggled to suck in air and then a hand grasped his neck and probed for the carotid artery. Almost immediately numbness flooded his senses.
As he fought against passing out, a voice hissed softly, "You sick bastard. I could kill you now but you don't deserve a quick death."
As he struggled to remain conscious he saw the glint of a blade in front of his eyes. Then the knife was lowered and he felt the warm breeze on his exposed genitalia as the front of his jeans was cut open.
He tried to call out but there was no air in his lungs. His body jerked when the blade sliced upwards but he felt nothing until the fingers left his neck. The blood flowed back into his brain and as he sucked in air, the sickening agony engulfed him. Then he looked down and screamed when he saw what was lying in the dirt between his knees.
The dark shape moved swiftly towards the cover of the trees.
As the guard continued to scream, the door opened and men poured from the building with firearms drawn. They stared in shock at the kneeling guard who had blood gushing from his open groin.
From the cover of the trees, the watching black figure turned away and blended with the night.
The next day was quiet as far as business was concerned but Martin found it difficult to concentrate. His mind kept wondering back to the events of the previous evening and several times he found himself acquiring an erection.
He had six staff comprising two males and four females. His secretary Sunee was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties and she had a good figure. She often wore clothing that revealed more of her breasts and legs than he would have preferred, but his male clientele enjoyed chatting with her so he regarded her as an asset.
She was a tactile person and when in conversation at the enquiry counter would often rest her hand upon that of a male client. Similarly if she was standing while chatting to a seated female, her hand would wander to the neck or shoulder and there would be a casual caressing.
When he masturbated he sometimes fantasised about lesbian sex, especially since one occasion when he had strolled into the staff rest room. Sunee and a pretty female were sitting closely together and the young girl rose quickly and hurried from the room. Martin thought he saw her pull down the front of her dress and her complexion was certainly flushed, but Sunee looked at him with such calmness he wondered if it had just been his imagination.
Then one evening at dusk he was on his way to a local restaurant when he glanced across the street to his office and was surprised to see a light on. He assumed that it was the cleaner although normally she attended early in the morning. As he hired her from an agency and she performed her duties to his satisfaction, he decided to pass the time of day with her.
He had his office keys with him so he crossed the street and opened the front door. At first he could hear nothing, but then from the staff restroom he heard a strange sound as if a baby was crying.
He was curious as he tiptoed to the door and quietly turned the handle. When he opened it a few centimetres and peered into the room, the reason for the sounds became clear. One of the naked females was Sunee and the other was the young girl that he had seen with her in the restroom. Their clothes were scattered over the floor.
There was a single sofa in the room and the girl was laying full length along it. She had one leg extended straight and the other trailed with her foot on the floor. Sunee was kneeling with her face between the girl's legs.
From the movement of Sunee's head he could see that she was giving attention to the girl's pussy while reaching up and pinching a prominent nipple. The other hand twisted constantly as she probed with one finger into a willing anus. Young hands held Sunee's face tightly and the girl's head strained backwards as she continually whimpered the soft sounds that he had heard.
His immediate reaction was to leave, but the erotic scene held him transfixed and his penis had begun to stiffen. He continued to watch with fascination as Sunee climbed on top of the girl and the two sweating bodies writhed against each other. He reached down and gripped his throbbing penis tightly as they rubbed their slippery cunts together and squealed in ecstasy.
They were so occupied with each other that it was several minutes before he dared watch no longer and quietly closed the door.
As he left the building he felt guilty that he had been peeping and also mildly ashamed that it had given him a solid erection. That night as he recalled the scene he achieved an orgasm quickly.
He wondered if he should take some action over the relationship but decided it was none of his business.
She leaned forward with her hands either side of him and placed one breast close to his lips. She whispered, "It would be nice if you sucked my nipples."
Martin took the offered breast in both hands and gently nibbled the firm protrusion. She shivered with pleasure and murmured, "Now the other one." As his tongue caressed the second nipple she gasped, "Okay that's enough, I would like to come now."
She commenced with slow deliberate pushes and her vagina was so wet he could feel her secretions on his testicles. Without taking her eyes from his she gradually increased the tempo until she groaned, "Here I come." Suddenly she tilted her head back and gasped, "Jesus."
Her thrusting quickened and as her orgasm peaked she froze for a few seconds and stopped breathing. Her face twisted as if in pain, and then she exhaled with an explosive gasp.
Martin felt his balls contract and his hot semen spurted into her. He was squeezing her buttocks as he ejaculated and he could hear himself growling as the exquisite sensations flooded his loins.
Gradually his orgasm subsided, but she continued to twist her hips with slow gyrations as if extracting the last dregs of pleasure from the stiff rod inside her.
Finally she slumped forward with her lips resting upon his. For several seconds she was silent until she whispered, "That was a very nice fuck, Mister Poulter." Her lips gently nibbled his but then she drew back and stared searchingly at him. "Are you okay?"
He looked up and answered, "You realise of course that this is all a fantasy and I must have fallen over and struck my head on something. It can't be possible that only an hour ago I met a beautiful girl and she has just made passionate love to me. I'm expecting you to go pop and disappear at any moment."
Bela smiled and lifted herself carefully. His penis slid out of her and she rolled sideways and lowered her feet to the floor. He still had a semi-erection and she bent her head and gave it a brief kiss. She held out her hand and said, "Come, let's shower."
When they had dressed and walked back through the restaurant, she paused inside the entrance and said, "I'll come to your office at four-thirty tomorrow and we can discuss the terms of my employment."
He replied doubtfully, "I don't know if you're suitable to be an employee. What qualifications have you got?"
"I'm a good fuck."
"Okay you're hired, but we need to have a talk because I have lots of questions and I require the answers. Do we know each other well enough yet?"
She kissed her forefinger and then pressed it lightly to his lips. She smiled and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
As he watched her walk away he reflected that he had just enjoyed the most exciting sexual experience of his life. But Bela was a mystery and her desire to meet Prasong Bidaya was puzzling. He had an uneasy feeling that she was not just an attractive girl who enjoyed sex.
The guard with the XM8 slung across his chest watched as the main gate creaked open. He had been slouching against one of the pillars that supported the entrance portico but suddenly his bored demeanour changed to one of interest.
The bus lumbered slowly through the gates and stopped in front of the huge mansion. As the driver stepped out, the front door opened and two men descended the steps. One of them asked, "Any problems?"
The driver replied, "Nothing I couldn't handle."
The man said, "Okay, get them out."
The driver opened the side door of the bus and beckoned to the occupants to exit the vehicle. For a few seconds the doorway remained empty until he shouted, "Out."
Gradually diminutive figures became framed in the exit as seven children stepped out and huddled together in a group. Some of them were weeping while others trembled in terrified silence. There were five males aged between six and eight years. The two girls both looked to be older.
As the two men began to usher the children towards the main door, the guard said, "Give me one to play with, I'm bored."
He made as if to seize a boy but one of the men knocked his hand away and snapped, "Don't be stupid, the boss would kill you."
The guard stepped back and laughed. He held up his hands in mock surrender and said, "I was just joking, can't you take a joke?"
The entrance door shut behind the sad group and the guard strolled to the side of the house and reached into his tunic pocket. He placed a cigarette between his lips and turned away from the warm breeze with his hands cupped. As his lighter flared, he stiffened in surprise when it illuminated the dark figure standing motionless before him. All he could see was a featureless silhouette covered completely in black.
For three seconds he was too shocked to react but then the lighter clattered to the ground and he reached with both hands for his firearm. The weapon was suspended across his chest and as he attempted to lift the strap over his head, the dark figure stepped towards him.
Stiffened fingers stabbed into his solar plexus and communication to his lungs was disrupted. He dropped to his knees as he struggled to suck in air and then a hand grasped his neck and probed for the carotid artery. Almost immediately numbness flooded his senses.
As he fought against passing out, a voice hissed softly, "You sick bastard. I could kill you now but you don't deserve a quick death."
As he struggled to remain conscious he saw the glint of a blade in front of his eyes. Then the knife was lowered and he felt the warm breeze on his exposed genitalia as the front of his jeans was cut open.
He tried to call out but there was no air in his lungs. His body jerked when the blade sliced upwards but he felt nothing until the fingers left his neck. The blood flowed back into his brain and as he sucked in air, the sickening agony engulfed him. Then he looked down and screamed when he saw what was lying in the dirt between his knees.
The dark shape moved swiftly towards the cover of the trees.
As the guard continued to scream, the door opened and men poured from the building with firearms drawn. They stared in shock at the kneeling guard who had blood gushing from his open groin.
From the cover of the trees, the watching black figure turned away and blended with the night.
The next day was quiet as far as business was concerned but Martin found it difficult to concentrate. His mind kept wondering back to the events of the previous evening and several times he found himself acquiring an erection.
He had six staff comprising two males and four females. His secretary Sunee was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties and she had a good figure. She often wore clothing that revealed more of her breasts and legs than he would have preferred, but his male clientele enjoyed chatting with her so he regarded her as an asset.
She was a tactile person and when in conversation at the enquiry counter would often rest her hand upon that of a male client. Similarly if she was standing while chatting to a seated female, her hand would wander to the neck or shoulder and there would be a casual caressing.
When he masturbated he sometimes fantasised about lesbian sex, especially since one occasion when he had strolled into the staff rest room. Sunee and a pretty female were sitting closely together and the young girl rose quickly and hurried from the room. Martin thought he saw her pull down the front of her dress and her complexion was certainly flushed, but Sunee looked at him with such calmness he wondered if it had just been his imagination.
Then one evening at dusk he was on his way to a local restaurant when he glanced across the street to his office and was surprised to see a light on. He assumed that it was the cleaner although normally she attended early in the morning. As he hired her from an agency and she performed her duties to his satisfaction, he decided to pass the time of day with her.
He had his office keys with him so he crossed the street and opened the front door. At first he could hear nothing, but then from the staff restroom he heard a strange sound as if a baby was crying.
He was curious as he tiptoed to the door and quietly turned the handle. When he opened it a few centimetres and peered into the room, the reason for the sounds became clear. One of the naked females was Sunee and the other was the young girl that he had seen with her in the restroom. Their clothes were scattered over the floor.
There was a single sofa in the room and the girl was laying full length along it. She had one leg extended straight and the other trailed with her foot on the floor. Sunee was kneeling with her face between the girl's legs.
From the movement of Sunee's head he could see that she was giving attention to the girl's pussy while reaching up and pinching a prominent nipple. The other hand twisted constantly as she probed with one finger into a willing anus. Young hands held Sunee's face tightly and the girl's head strained backwards as she continually whimpered the soft sounds that he had heard.
His immediate reaction was to leave, but the erotic scene held him transfixed and his penis had begun to stiffen. He continued to watch with fascination as Sunee climbed on top of the girl and the two sweating bodies writhed against each other. He reached down and gripped his throbbing penis tightly as they rubbed their slippery cunts together and squealed in ecstasy.
They were so occupied with each other that it was several minutes before he dared watch no longer and quietly closed the door.
As he left the building he felt guilty that he had been peeping and also mildly ashamed that it had given him a solid erection. That night as he recalled the scene he achieved an orgasm quickly.
He wondered if he should take some action over the relationship but decided it was none of his business.
He also hoped for another opportunity to observe their sexual activity.
At four-thirty the front door opened and Bella entered. She was clothed in a jacket and skirt and her white blouse was buttoned to the neck. She was also wearing spectacles.
Martin could see the reception area from his office and although she was still an attractive female, the change from the previous day was startling. Her appearance was now one of austere efficiency.
A young staff member spoke to her at the reception desk and then turned towards his open door. She announced to him that an English lady had arrived for an appointment.
Martin shut the door after Bela entered and returned to his desk. When they were both seated, he stared at her wondrously and said, "My word, I can't believe it's you. What happened to that sexy creature who made love to me yesterday?"
"She's temporarily in wraps."
Martin leaned back and asked loftily, "Now then, what do you know about selling insurance in this country?"
"Lots."
"Okay, what's the average life expectancy of a male?"
"Seventy years, nine months and three days. Although smoking would reduce that by four years and twenty-seven days."
He blinked in surprise. "And a female?"
"Seventy five years, six months and two days."
He stared at her in silence and then said, "What about buildings and contents insurance, do you know anything about that?"
"Yes."
"Okay I believe you. What do you want from me?"
"I want to meet Mister Bidaya."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you that just yet."
Martin leaned forward and said quietly, "Mister Bidaya is my biggest client. I know he's not a nice man but I need him. I don't know what you're up to but if you don't tell me I can't take the risk."
Bela replied, "I understand your concern but let's talk about it some other time. Tell your staff that I'm looking to gain experience in this country and you're employing me temporarily as a rep. You don't need to pay me and by the way I don't speak the language."
With a sigh he said, "You sure are a mystery, Bela. Okay you can visit some of my clients but not Bidaya until I say so. Come let's meet my staff."
Martin introduced her to everyone and he observed that Sunee maintained the handshake for a few seconds longer than seemed necessary.
When they returned to his office he had some files sent in and after examining a few, he handed three to Bela. "You may visit these clients and say that I'm keen to keep in contact and you're just making a courtesy visit. They're all male."
"Okay I'll spread the Gospel."
"Fine, just don't shag any of them."
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It was after midnight and the driver ushered the sad group of children to the foot of the house steps and waited to be paid. When the envelope was handed to him he returned to the bus and closed the exit door before walking to the front of the vehicle and climbing back behind the wheel. He opened the envelope and smiled at the wad of notes inside. It was a well paid job for little effort and it was none of his business what happened to the kids.
The bus lumbered out through the heavy iron gates and they closed behind it. Within one hundred metres it had reached the intersection and the driver applied the hand brake and looked left and then right. He saw the dark figure reflected in his mirror too late.
A hand gripped under his chin and another clasped the back of his head. He tried to grab the hands but his head was forced to the left and then spun sharply to the right. As his skull detached from the cervical vertebrae the splintering crunch echoed briefly within the cabin.
He saw bright lights dancing but then they faded. His head was released and it lolled helplessly down to his chest.
A black covered hand reached for the key and switched off the ignition.
It had been three days since the files had been passed to Bela and Martin had heard nothing from her. Had he been foolish in taking her on? Perhaps so, but he also wanted the opportunity to have sex with her again.
He thought about telephoning the clients to find out if she had called but decided against it. She was clearly a sensible girl and he was confident that she would not act in any way that could damage his business.
On the fourth morning she walked into his office and tossed the files onto his desk. She said cheerfully, "There you go."
He opened the first file and saw the signed application form and the cheque. The second file also contained a cheque as did the third one.
She said, "First premiums paid and bankers orders set up."
Martin gaped with astonishment and gasped, "How in God's name did you get business out of these people. I deliberately gave you three of the tightest bastards I have on the books."
"I guess they'd never had a good blow-job before."
"Bela, you are an amazing girl," and then he added quietly, "Is there any chance we might socialise again? I mean, well you know what I mean."
"Of course and I'm looking forward to it. It's just that I've been kind of busy the past few evenings."
"Doing what?"
"What I came here to do."
"And that is?"
Bela smiled and her gaze was steady. "All will be revealed in due course. I know you're consumed with curiosity but just be patient. I may be busy again tonight so how about tomorrow evening? Come to my apartment and I'll cook you a meal. Afterwards, we can fuck the night away."
His penis twitched at her offer and he nodded. "Okay, where are you living?"
She ripped a sheet from his notepad and scribbled her address. "It's way out of town so don't get lost."
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The floodlighting around the house was patchy and the light from the lamps extended only thirty metres from the building. Beyond that was darkness. There was a thin moon and although the sky was clear, starlight only just illuminated the trees. The guard stayed close to the building with his firearm at the ready.
Since his boss's partner had been murdered there had been two more violent killings. Watching the guard bleed to death from where his genitals should have been continued to haunt him. The bus had been found less than one hundred metres from the front gates with the driver slumped over the wheel.
Police had searched the grounds but found nothing; nor did their examination of the bus yield any clues. The boss was convinced that it was the work of an unknown organisation trying to muscle in.
He glanced at his watch again and it was approaching midnight. Another ten minutes and it would be someone else's turn to patrol the house. He had to report that the entire surrounds were clear so he decided to make one last circuit of the building.
He walked to the corner of the house and peered cautiously along the right flank. He could see nothing suspicious and set off at a hurried pace. His finger was curled around the trigger of his XM8 and the lever was set to fully-automatic.
As he strode along, his eyes constantly scanned the darkness beyond the floodlighting and he was tense with apprehension. If anything at all had moved he would have opened fire without hesitation.
When he reached the end of the flank, he again peered around the corner and surveyed the back of the house. It was clear and he continued at a brisk pace.
As he passed the sacks of waste left out by the kitchen staff, one of them came to life.
A thin wire looped over his head and the garrotte snapped tightly around his throat. A foot swept his legs from under him and he fell heavily backwards onto a raised knee.
His fingers scrabbled desperately to free the wire from his neck but it continued to cut deeper. For ninety-three seconds his legs flailed helplessly until finally his desperate kicking ceased and he became motionless. The black figure effortlessly lifted the body and slung it over one shoulder.
The replacement guard stepped out of the front door and looked down at the man sprawled awkwardly on the steps. He turned and shouted back into the house and armed men ran from the building in confusion.
The black silhouette watched the chaos from the cover of the trees and then turned and melted into the darkness.
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Martin pressed the bell push and heard the soft chime from within. The door opened and he drew in his breath when Bela appeared. She was wearing a dark green cocktail dress cut well above her knees with a single sleeve to the right wrist. The neckline slanted down and across her chest exposing the mound of her left breast and she was clearly not wearing a bra. Her legs and feet were bare.
The pendant earrings and matching collar necklace both sparkled so brightly they were undoubtedly diamonds. She placed her left hand on her hip and struck a classic pose.
He could only gasp, "Bela, you are so beautiful."
As she slipped both hands behind his neck and gently pulled him into the apartment, she nudged the door shut with one bare foot and then closed her lips over his. He breathed in her faint perfume as her tongue slid between his parted lips and writhed against his.
When she drew back, her eyes were dark as she murmured, "We'll have a drink and then we'll eat and then we'll fuck, okay?"
They were standing in a hallway and he gazed around in awe as he counted the doors leading off to either side. He knew it was a high class estate when he had been asked to identify himself at the security barrier but he had never expected such a level of opulence.
"Jesus Christ, how many bedrooms are there?"
"Don't know. Four I think, maybe five. I haven't opened all of the doors."
He ventured cautiously, "This must cost a packet to rent."
All he received back was, "Yes, it does."
In the spacious lounge he settled into an armchair with Bea seated opposite.
The crystal class beckoned invitingly from his side table and he lifted it to his lips with, "Cheers.
At four-thirty the front door opened and Bella entered. She was clothed in a jacket and skirt and her white blouse was buttoned to the neck. She was also wearing spectacles.
Martin could see the reception area from his office and although she was still an attractive female, the change from the previous day was startling. Her appearance was now one of austere efficiency.
A young staff member spoke to her at the reception desk and then turned towards his open door. She announced to him that an English lady had arrived for an appointment.
Martin shut the door after Bela entered and returned to his desk. When they were both seated, he stared at her wondrously and said, "My word, I can't believe it's you. What happened to that sexy creature who made love to me yesterday?"
"She's temporarily in wraps."
Martin leaned back and asked loftily, "Now then, what do you know about selling insurance in this country?"
"Lots."
"Okay, what's the average life expectancy of a male?"
"Seventy years, nine months and three days. Although smoking would reduce that by four years and twenty-seven days."
He blinked in surprise. "And a female?"
"Seventy five years, six months and two days."
He stared at her in silence and then said, "What about buildings and contents insurance, do you know anything about that?"
"Yes."
"Okay I believe you. What do you want from me?"
"I want to meet Mister Bidaya."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you that just yet."
Martin leaned forward and said quietly, "Mister Bidaya is my biggest client. I know he's not a nice man but I need him. I don't know what you're up to but if you don't tell me I can't take the risk."
Bela replied, "I understand your concern but let's talk about it some other time. Tell your staff that I'm looking to gain experience in this country and you're employing me temporarily as a rep. You don't need to pay me and by the way I don't speak the language."
With a sigh he said, "You sure are a mystery, Bela. Okay you can visit some of my clients but not Bidaya until I say so. Come let's meet my staff."
Martin introduced her to everyone and he observed that Sunee maintained the handshake for a few seconds longer than seemed necessary.
When they returned to his office he had some files sent in and after examining a few, he handed three to Bela. "You may visit these clients and say that I'm keen to keep in contact and you're just making a courtesy visit. They're all male."
"Okay I'll spread the Gospel."
"Fine, just don't shag any of them."
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It was after midnight and the driver ushered the sad group of children to the foot of the house steps and waited to be paid. When the envelope was handed to him he returned to the bus and closed the exit door before walking to the front of the vehicle and climbing back behind the wheel. He opened the envelope and smiled at the wad of notes inside. It was a well paid job for little effort and it was none of his business what happened to the kids.
The bus lumbered out through the heavy iron gates and they closed behind it. Within one hundred metres it had reached the intersection and the driver applied the hand brake and looked left and then right. He saw the dark figure reflected in his mirror too late.
A hand gripped under his chin and another clasped the back of his head. He tried to grab the hands but his head was forced to the left and then spun sharply to the right. As his skull detached from the cervical vertebrae the splintering crunch echoed briefly within the cabin.
He saw bright lights dancing but then they faded. His head was released and it lolled helplessly down to his chest.
A black covered hand reached for the key and switched off the ignition.
It had been three days since the files had been passed to Bela and Martin had heard nothing from her. Had he been foolish in taking her on? Perhaps so, but he also wanted the opportunity to have sex with her again.
He thought about telephoning the clients to find out if she had called but decided against it. She was clearly a sensible girl and he was confident that she would not act in any way that could damage his business.
On the fourth morning she walked into his office and tossed the files onto his desk. She said cheerfully, "There you go."
He opened the first file and saw the signed application form and the cheque. The second file also contained a cheque as did the third one.
She said, "First premiums paid and bankers orders set up."
Martin gaped with astonishment and gasped, "How in God's name did you get business out of these people. I deliberately gave you three of the tightest bastards I have on the books."
"I guess they'd never had a good blow-job before."
"Bela, you are an amazing girl," and then he added quietly, "Is there any chance we might socialise again? I mean, well you know what I mean."
"Of course and I'm looking forward to it. It's just that I've been kind of busy the past few evenings."
"Doing what?"
"What I came here to do."
"And that is?"
Bela smiled and her gaze was steady. "All will be revealed in due course. I know you're consumed with curiosity but just be patient. I may be busy again tonight so how about tomorrow evening? Come to my apartment and I'll cook you a meal. Afterwards, we can fuck the night away."
His penis twitched at her offer and he nodded. "Okay, where are you living?"
She ripped a sheet from his notepad and scribbled her address. "It's way out of town so don't get lost."
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The floodlighting around the house was patchy and the light from the lamps extended only thirty metres from the building. Beyond that was darkness. There was a thin moon and although the sky was clear, starlight only just illuminated the trees. The guard stayed close to the building with his firearm at the ready.
Since his boss's partner had been murdered there had been two more violent killings. Watching the guard bleed to death from where his genitals should have been continued to haunt him. The bus had been found less than one hundred metres from the front gates with the driver slumped over the wheel.
Police had searched the grounds but found nothing; nor did their examination of the bus yield any clues. The boss was convinced that it was the work of an unknown organisation trying to muscle in.
He glanced at his watch again and it was approaching midnight. Another ten minutes and it would be someone else's turn to patrol the house. He had to report that the entire surrounds were clear so he decided to make one last circuit of the building.
He walked to the corner of the house and peered cautiously along the right flank. He could see nothing suspicious and set off at a hurried pace. His finger was curled around the trigger of his XM8 and the lever was set to fully-automatic.
As he strode along, his eyes constantly scanned the darkness beyond the floodlighting and he was tense with apprehension. If anything at all had moved he would have opened fire without hesitation.
When he reached the end of the flank, he again peered around the corner and surveyed the back of the house. It was clear and he continued at a brisk pace.
As he passed the sacks of waste left out by the kitchen staff, one of them came to life.
A thin wire looped over his head and the garrotte snapped tightly around his throat. A foot swept his legs from under him and he fell heavily backwards onto a raised knee.
His fingers scrabbled desperately to free the wire from his neck but it continued to cut deeper. For ninety-three seconds his legs flailed helplessly until finally his desperate kicking ceased and he became motionless. The black figure effortlessly lifted the body and slung it over one shoulder.
The replacement guard stepped out of the front door and looked down at the man sprawled awkwardly on the steps. He turned and shouted back into the house and armed men ran from the building in confusion.
The black silhouette watched the chaos from the cover of the trees and then turned and melted into the darkness.
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Martin pressed the bell push and heard the soft chime from within. The door opened and he drew in his breath when Bela appeared. She was wearing a dark green cocktail dress cut well above her knees with a single sleeve to the right wrist. The neckline slanted down and across her chest exposing the mound of her left breast and she was clearly not wearing a bra. Her legs and feet were bare.
The pendant earrings and matching collar necklace both sparkled so brightly they were undoubtedly diamonds. She placed her left hand on her hip and struck a classic pose.
He could only gasp, "Bela, you are so beautiful."
As she slipped both hands behind his neck and gently pulled him into the apartment, she nudged the door shut with one bare foot and then closed her lips over his. He breathed in her faint perfume as her tongue slid between his parted lips and writhed against his.
When she drew back, her eyes were dark as she murmured, "We'll have a drink and then we'll eat and then we'll fuck, okay?"
They were standing in a hallway and he gazed around in awe as he counted the doors leading off to either side. He knew it was a high class estate when he had been asked to identify himself at the security barrier but he had never expected such a level of opulence.
"Jesus Christ, how many bedrooms are there?"
"Don't know. Four I think, maybe five. I haven't opened all of the doors."
He ventured cautiously, "This must cost a packet to rent."
All he received back was, "Yes, it does."
In the spacious lounge he settled into an armchair with Bea seated opposite.
The crystal class beckoned invitingly from his side table and he lifted it to his lips with, "Cheers.
" They sipped their champagne cocktails in silence.
Bela crossed one tanned leg over the other and he glimpsed the briefest of green panties. She noticed his glance and crossed her leg back again. For a few seconds she gazed at him with a coy smile and then murmured, "Would you like me to take them off?"
Was she serious? His penis stirred at the erotic prospect and he nodded.
She lifted her bottom and slid her panties down to her knees. Then with her bent legs raised, allowed them to drop slowly to her feet and onto the floor. He waited breathlessly to see what would be exposed, but her knees remained together.
She chuckled at his look of disappointment and said demurely, "Surely you don't expect a young female to expose herself to an older man? What kind of a girl do you take me for?"
"A prick teaser?"
She sighed. "Oh all right then, but just a little peep."
Her knees began to part and as he prepared to cross his legs to avoid embarrassment she closed her own quickly and snapped, "No you don't. You keep both feet on the floor and your hands on the arms of the chair." He knew what she wanted to achieve.
With tantalising slowness her knees parted again revealing more of her smooth inner thighs. She stopped once more and whispered, "Do you really want to see my pussy, you naughty man?"
His gaze had been riveted between her thighs and he lifted his eyes despairingly. "You're driving me fucking crazy."
"I know but it's fun, isn't it."
Gradually her thighs widened until they were fully apart and her dark nest became visible. He felt like a little boy having his first sexual experience as he gazed at the pouting lips that had just a trace of inner moisture.
His penis stiffened quickly but that was what she had planned so he made no attempt to hide it.
She whispered softly, "Unzip yourself and take it out and then put your hands back where they are."
He hesitated with embarrassment for a moment, but as she had played her part he reached for his zip and pulled it down. He delved inside and eased out his hardened penis.
Bela gazed at the solid erection with the dribble exuding from its purple head and her left hand slid down to between her thighs. With her fingertips she began to caress her slit and Martin's penis throbbed as he watched it open like a crimson flower.
For a minute she stroked herself slowly, but then her fingers began to move with more urgency and the moisture within the engorged folds changed to a thin froth. She was breathing quickly and her eyes were half closed as she murmured, "I'm going to come soon if I don't stop playing with myself. I expect you would too if you rubbed your cock."
Suddenly she removed her hand and said decisively, "But I'm not going to because dinner is ready, so put it away."
Martin's mouth gaped in horror and he gasped, "What?"
She repeated, "I said put it away it's time to eat."
"Fucking hell, is that it?"
Bela stood up and replied sternly, "Of course, that's it. You don't think I'm going to let the food spoil, do you? When you arrived I said we would drink, then eat and then fuck; in that order. You must have a very poor memory if you don't recall me saying it. So go and wash your hands and I'll wash mine in the kitchen."
Martin's eyed dropped despairingly to his sagging member and he groaned, "Sorry old friend, the nasty lady won't let me play with you. But don't worry, the night is young."
The dining table would have comfortably seated eight but they occupied one corner of it. Bela complained that the kitchen was too far away and brought the food in a heated trolley.
For the starter she had made a cheese soufflé that had risen to perfection and the main was a roast duck curry. The dessert was mango sticky rice known locally as Khao Niaow Ma Muang. The menu was not exactly loyal to any particular cuisine but was still one of the most delicious meals that he could remember. Somehow she had balanced the flavours of local produce with great skill and he was impressed.
Even the wine complimented the meal, despite the nation's product not figuring highly on the sought-for list.
He settled back in contentment and said, "You continually surprise me. You are a very skilful cook."
She belched politely and replied, "Yes I am. I've cooked for some of the most interesting people in the world. I've also concocted edible meals from ingredients that would turn your stomach."
He gazed at her steadily for several seconds until he asked quietly, "Who are you, Bela?"
She arose and began to place dishes onto the trolley. "All will be revealed in due course. If you want to freshen-up there are several bathrooms scattered here and there, and after that go and relax in the lounge
In the lounge he looked down at her panties that still remained where she had left them. He memorised the exact position of the ***** silk fabric before lifting it to his face. After inhaling the acrid essence he replaced it back on the floor.
Bella settled into her chair and glanced down to the green material. She smiled and said, "I don't know why you bothered, you'll be sniffing the real thing very shortly."
"I'm not a pervert. I didn't touch them."
"Yes you are; all men are perverts to one degree or another."
She said, "I really like you, Martin. We are worlds apart but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other. When you've learned a little more about me, you'll know it's pointless telling me fibs."
She stretched out her long tanned legs and wriggled her bare toes. "Now then where were we? Oh yes, I was playing with my pussy and your cock was sticking up in the air. So get it out again."
Martin muttered, "How romantic, shouldn't there be soft music playing?"
"Did I mention romance? I said we were going to fuck; so how many times do you think you can do it?"
He gave a short laugh. "My dear young lady, I may be in good shape for my age but I'm not a youth anymore so don't ask for miracles. And as I'd like it to be meaningful; only once. By the way I'm not on Viagra."
Bela smiled and rose from her chair. She withdrew her arm from the single sleeve and wriggled her body so that the dress slid to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and stood with her legs astride and her fists on her hips.
He had seen her naked before but again he marvelled at her magnificence. She was the perfect athlete and yet her lines were sleek and sensual.
Although she was still smiling it seemed to be without humour and Martin felt a twinge of uneasiness. He hoped she was not going to do anything silly that might embarrass him.
Cautiously he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Men playing with their cocks has always turned me on. I told you to get it out."
Martin sighed and defiantly crossed his legs. In a calm voice he said, "My dear young lady, I am a man and you are a woman. I may be many years your senior and I know that the younger generation considers itself to be emancipated, but why don't you let me make love to you in the old fashioned way?"
Her smile was still disconcerting, especially when she said ominously, "I advise you not to mess with me. I'll count to three and if it's not out by then, I'll take it out."
With a feeling of nervousness he uncrossed his legs and placed his hands on the chair arms in case he had to move quickly. He said appealingly, "Bela you're just being silly, why don't you sit down and let us chat for a while?"
She counted slowly, "One, two, three."
The speed with which she moved took him by surprise and although his instinctive reaction was to cover his genital area, it was his feet that she grabbed and pulled. He slid from the chair with a bump and suddenly she was behind him. As he placed his hands on the floor to push away from her, she seized both his arms and pulled them backwards. Holding his wrists together, she tucked them behind one bent knee so that they were trapped between her calf and the back of her thigh. He was surprised to feel that her muscles were hard and unyielding.
She dangled her arms casually over his shoulders and moved her face close to whisper, "You're not very good at self-defence are you." He felt the tip of her tongue snake into his ear.
The sensation was pleasant but he jerked his head away and snapped, "No I am not and I've never found it necessary to study the art. Now please release my arms, you're being very childish."
Bela chuckled and reached down for his zip. "Not until I've played with your most precious possession." Her hand searched inside his open fly and eased out his flaccid penis. "Oh dear, the poor thing seems to have fainted." She looked around the room and muttered thoughtfully, "Now let me see, I need to be inventive."
Still holding his trapped hands behind her bent knee, she stretched her hand along the floor and gathered up her crumpled dress. With a few twists it became a thin rope and she wrapped it neatly around his wrists. "Versace Inc would have a blue fit if they could see what I've just done to one of their creations."
She moved to the front of him and eased his back against the chair and then tugged down his trousers and underpants to expose his genitals. With a sigh of satisfaction she sat back on her haunches and said, "Things are going really well don't you think?"
"No I bloody well don't. This is most humiliating and I'm pleading with you to show me some respect and untie my hands.
"All in good time dear man. The first item of importance is to revive your pussy-pleaser. You may carry on chatting if you wish but I might find it difficult to reply."
His penis was still flaccid and she gathered it gently into the palm of one hand and lowered her head towards it. Martin closed his eyes and prepared to be uncooperative.
She took it into her mouth with a sucking motion and as her tongue caressed the glans he could feel it begin to harden. He desperately wanted to remain unexcited but her soft lips moved up and down in short rhythmic strokes and he caught his breath at the delicious sensation.
Bela crossed one tanned leg over the other and he glimpsed the briefest of green panties. She noticed his glance and crossed her leg back again. For a few seconds she gazed at him with a coy smile and then murmured, "Would you like me to take them off?"
Was she serious? His penis stirred at the erotic prospect and he nodded.
She lifted her bottom and slid her panties down to her knees. Then with her bent legs raised, allowed them to drop slowly to her feet and onto the floor. He waited breathlessly to see what would be exposed, but her knees remained together.
She chuckled at his look of disappointment and said demurely, "Surely you don't expect a young female to expose herself to an older man? What kind of a girl do you take me for?"
"A prick teaser?"
She sighed. "Oh all right then, but just a little peep."
Her knees began to part and as he prepared to cross his legs to avoid embarrassment she closed her own quickly and snapped, "No you don't. You keep both feet on the floor and your hands on the arms of the chair." He knew what she wanted to achieve.
With tantalising slowness her knees parted again revealing more of her smooth inner thighs. She stopped once more and whispered, "Do you really want to see my pussy, you naughty man?"
His gaze had been riveted between her thighs and he lifted his eyes despairingly. "You're driving me fucking crazy."
"I know but it's fun, isn't it."
Gradually her thighs widened until they were fully apart and her dark nest became visible. He felt like a little boy having his first sexual experience as he gazed at the pouting lips that had just a trace of inner moisture.
His penis stiffened quickly but that was what she had planned so he made no attempt to hide it.
She whispered softly, "Unzip yourself and take it out and then put your hands back where they are."
He hesitated with embarrassment for a moment, but as she had played her part he reached for his zip and pulled it down. He delved inside and eased out his hardened penis.
Bela gazed at the solid erection with the dribble exuding from its purple head and her left hand slid down to between her thighs. With her fingertips she began to caress her slit and Martin's penis throbbed as he watched it open like a crimson flower.
For a minute she stroked herself slowly, but then her fingers began to move with more urgency and the moisture within the engorged folds changed to a thin froth. She was breathing quickly and her eyes were half closed as she murmured, "I'm going to come soon if I don't stop playing with myself. I expect you would too if you rubbed your cock."
Suddenly she removed her hand and said decisively, "But I'm not going to because dinner is ready, so put it away."
Martin's mouth gaped in horror and he gasped, "What?"
She repeated, "I said put it away it's time to eat."
"Fucking hell, is that it?"
Bela stood up and replied sternly, "Of course, that's it. You don't think I'm going to let the food spoil, do you? When you arrived I said we would drink, then eat and then fuck; in that order. You must have a very poor memory if you don't recall me saying it. So go and wash your hands and I'll wash mine in the kitchen."
Martin's eyed dropped despairingly to his sagging member and he groaned, "Sorry old friend, the nasty lady won't let me play with you. But don't worry, the night is young."
The dining table would have comfortably seated eight but they occupied one corner of it. Bela complained that the kitchen was too far away and brought the food in a heated trolley.
For the starter she had made a cheese soufflé that had risen to perfection and the main was a roast duck curry. The dessert was mango sticky rice known locally as Khao Niaow Ma Muang. The menu was not exactly loyal to any particular cuisine but was still one of the most delicious meals that he could remember. Somehow she had balanced the flavours of local produce with great skill and he was impressed.
Even the wine complimented the meal, despite the nation's product not figuring highly on the sought-for list.
He settled back in contentment and said, "You continually surprise me. You are a very skilful cook."
She belched politely and replied, "Yes I am. I've cooked for some of the most interesting people in the world. I've also concocted edible meals from ingredients that would turn your stomach."
He gazed at her steadily for several seconds until he asked quietly, "Who are you, Bela?"
She arose and began to place dishes onto the trolley. "All will be revealed in due course. If you want to freshen-up there are several bathrooms scattered here and there, and after that go and relax in the lounge
In the lounge he looked down at her panties that still remained where she had left them. He memorised the exact position of the ***** silk fabric before lifting it to his face. After inhaling the acrid essence he replaced it back on the floor.
Bella settled into her chair and glanced down to the green material. She smiled and said, "I don't know why you bothered, you'll be sniffing the real thing very shortly."
"I'm not a pervert. I didn't touch them."
"Yes you are; all men are perverts to one degree or another."
She said, "I really like you, Martin. We are worlds apart but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other. When you've learned a little more about me, you'll know it's pointless telling me fibs."
She stretched out her long tanned legs and wriggled her bare toes. "Now then where were we? Oh yes, I was playing with my pussy and your cock was sticking up in the air. So get it out again."
Martin muttered, "How romantic, shouldn't there be soft music playing?"
"Did I mention romance? I said we were going to fuck; so how many times do you think you can do it?"
He gave a short laugh. "My dear young lady, I may be in good shape for my age but I'm not a youth anymore so don't ask for miracles. And as I'd like it to be meaningful; only once. By the way I'm not on Viagra."
Bela smiled and rose from her chair. She withdrew her arm from the single sleeve and wriggled her body so that the dress slid to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and stood with her legs astride and her fists on her hips.
He had seen her naked before but again he marvelled at her magnificence. She was the perfect athlete and yet her lines were sleek and sensual.
Although she was still smiling it seemed to be without humour and Martin felt a twinge of uneasiness. He hoped she was not going to do anything silly that might embarrass him.
Cautiously he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Men playing with their cocks has always turned me on. I told you to get it out."
Martin sighed and defiantly crossed his legs. In a calm voice he said, "My dear young lady, I am a man and you are a woman. I may be many years your senior and I know that the younger generation considers itself to be emancipated, but why don't you let me make love to you in the old fashioned way?"
Her smile was still disconcerting, especially when she said ominously, "I advise you not to mess with me. I'll count to three and if it's not out by then, I'll take it out."
With a feeling of nervousness he uncrossed his legs and placed his hands on the chair arms in case he had to move quickly. He said appealingly, "Bela you're just being silly, why don't you sit down and let us chat for a while?"
She counted slowly, "One, two, three."
The speed with which she moved took him by surprise and although his instinctive reaction was to cover his genital area, it was his feet that she grabbed and pulled. He slid from the chair with a bump and suddenly she was behind him. As he placed his hands on the floor to push away from her, she seized both his arms and pulled them backwards. Holding his wrists together, she tucked them behind one bent knee so that they were trapped between her calf and the back of her thigh. He was surprised to feel that her muscles were hard and unyielding.
She dangled her arms casually over his shoulders and moved her face close to whisper, "You're not very good at self-defence are you." He felt the tip of her tongue snake into his ear.
The sensation was pleasant but he jerked his head away and snapped, "No I am not and I've never found it necessary to study the art. Now please release my arms, you're being very childish."
Bela chuckled and reached down for his zip. "Not until I've played with your most precious possession." Her hand searched inside his open fly and eased out his flaccid penis. "Oh dear, the poor thing seems to have fainted." She looked around the room and muttered thoughtfully, "Now let me see, I need to be inventive."
Still holding his trapped hands behind her bent knee, she stretched her hand along the floor and gathered up her crumpled dress. With a few twists it became a thin rope and she wrapped it neatly around his wrists. "Versace Inc would have a blue fit if they could see what I've just done to one of their creations."
She moved to the front of him and eased his back against the chair and then tugged down his trousers and underpants to expose his genitals. With a sigh of satisfaction she sat back on her haunches and said, "Things are going really well don't you think?"
"No I bloody well don't. This is most humiliating and I'm pleading with you to show me some respect and untie my hands.
"All in good time dear man. The first item of importance is to revive your pussy-pleaser. You may carry on chatting if you wish but I might find it difficult to reply."
His penis was still flaccid and she gathered it gently into the palm of one hand and lowered her head towards it. Martin closed his eyes and prepared to be uncooperative.
She took it into her mouth with a sucking motion and as her tongue caressed the glans he could feel it begin to harden. He desperately wanted to remain unexcited but her soft lips moved up and down in short rhythmic strokes and he caught his breath at the delicious sensation.
Within a few seconds his penis had stiffened and her insertions became deeper. She would first take it to its fullest extent and pause and then withdraw it slowly. When it was fully exposed her tongue would flick the tip of the swollen glans and the effect of each touch was electrifying.
He saw that she had one hand between her thighs and from the movement of her arm he could see she was pleasuring herself. He began to get close to an orgasm and warned breathlessly, "Be careful Bela," but she was aware of the situation.
When she lifted her head he saw from her expression that she was extremely aroused. She moved quickly to straddle his body and then lowered her wet pussy onto his rigid shaft. She was breathing quickly and with her hands on his shoulders and her knees either side of him she began to thrust vigorously.
Martin strained to release his hands from the binding around his wrists but they were held securely. Eventually the excitement of being raped became too erotic and the tingling sensation began. He blurted urgently, "Bela I'm going to come."
She was also excited and her activity quickened. She was panting harshly through her open mouth and her eyes stared intensely. Then she gasped desperately, "I'm coming too."
Martin had reached the point of no return and groaned aloud as his orgasm erupted. The delicious agony consumed him and his semen squirted into her with violent pulses.
Bela thrusting became frenzied and as her own orgasm peaked she froze and her body stiffened. For a moment she ceased to breathe and then she uttered brief shrill cries and her stomach muscles knotted with the stabbing barbs of ecstasy.
For several seconds each was concerned with their own selfish pleasure but gradually the frenzied activity slowed and their bodies began to relax. Martin's orgasm was finally spent and his head drooped with exhaustion. Bela's movements lessened and when they finally ceased altogether she slumped forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
He had experienced the most violent orgasm that he could remember and his body felt leaden. When he was able, he lifted his head to find Bella smiling and she moved her lips closer to brush them lightly against his. She murmured, "That was a nice fuck wasn't it? You obviously enjoy being dominated. Would you like me to spank your bottom?"
"No I would not and I have absolutely no wish to be dominated. It just so happens that you are very good at giving blowjobs and I have a penchant for receiving them. Now please untie my hands so that I can restore some of my dishevelled dignity."
Bela muttered, "Okay but you're no fun at all. I've purchased the whips and mask for nothing."
She reached behind to slip the bonds from his wrist and shook the material to unravel it. She held it at arms length and sighed, "Oh well, that's fucked a thousand dollar dress."
"Serves you right."
Bela stood erect and hauled Martin to his feet. His trousers and underpants were around his feet and he stepped out of them. She took his hand and said, "Come let's go and shower, if I can remember where the nearest one is."
When they were both refreshed, Bela led them back to the lounge. She had found dressing gowns for both of them and Martin settled into an armchair. She crossed to the drinks cabinet and said, "Name your poison: scotch, vodka, brandy....?"
"Scotch and a little water please."
"Chivas okay?"
"Sure," and then, "is that Chivas twenty five you're about to pour?"
"Yes why?"
"At three hundred dollars a bottle, forget the water."
Bela laughed and poured herself straight vodka. She handed him the crystal glass and settled in the chair opposite. He raised his glass to eye level and assessed the contents. "You are exceedingly generous with your measures."
"That's because you might need it shortly."
Martin felt disturbed by her remark and tried to voice a calm tone when he enquired, "Why would that be?"
"Because it's tell-the-truth time."
He lowered his glass and waited for her to continue.
"You want to know who I am and why I am here. Well I represent a pest control agency."
Martin blinked with surprise and echoed, "A pest control agency? I expected something more romantic and exciting. Something to do with the film industry or perhaps that you are an uncover news reporter. What on earth are you doing here? There are plenty of pest control agencies in this country and my God they certainly need them."
"I destroy specific pests." Her large eyes bored unwaveringly into his before she added, "Bidaya's partner was a pest, as is Bidaya himself."
Martin stared at her uncomprehendingly and the seconds ticked by in silence. What she had just said made no sense. Eventually he asked quietly, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Her face displayed no emotion when she replied, "I killed Bidaya's partner and some other men since then; not that they were particularly important although I did kill them for a reason." She gazed at him in silence for a few seconds before she continued, "I'm an assassin and I'm here to kill Bidaya, that's why I need your help."
Martin's senses froze as he tried to understand the significance of her statement. Was she joking? Then he thought about her unusual strength and agility and remembered the knife. He recalled again her constant requests for him to arrange a meeting with Bidaya. Dark grotesque images tumbled sluggishly through his imagination.
But it all seemed unreal and he felt foolish when he eventually whispered, "An assassin? You actually kill people?"
Bela remained silent and his realisation that she was serious shocked him. He felt something wet on his leg and looked down. His glass had tipped and spilled some of the expensive liquid onto his thigh. He raised it to his mouth and emptied the contents with one swallow and then held out the glass for more.
Bela took it to the drinks cabinet and this time filled it nearly to the rim. He immediately removed half of it in a single gulp. Although he had drunk most of a bottle of wine and a considerable amount of whisky he had never felt more sober.
He looked at the girl sitting opposite with her tousled short hair and large dark eyes that gave her such captivating charm and she had never looked more beautiful. But her eyes seemed sad as she returned his gaze.
She broke the silence with, "I can imagine how shocked you are and how repulsed you must be by my confession, but will you allow me to elaborate?"
He could only nod his head.
"I am twenty-one years of age but I'm not an ordinary person and that has nothing to do with what I have just told you. I have an IQ of one ninety, I speak several languages and can become fluent in another without difficulty. I have total recall and by that I mean I can scan one hundred thousand words in about twenty minutes and remember every one of them.
She paused before she continued, "I am classed as a genius although sadly I don't use my gift for the benefit of science, medicine or the arts. I have received extra-special training in the art of killing and I can extinguish a life in many different ways, with or without a weapon. I'm not proud of my profession but I've convinced myself that what I do is, in a somewhat obscure way, of benefit to the civilized world; more or less."
She lifted her glass and drank from it but when she lowered it her eyes seemed tearful. Martin could see that she was struggling emotionally and suddenly she seemed to have become a young girl in need of solace. He was unable to resist and crossed the space between them.
She accepted his open arms and rested her head on his shoulder. They hugged in silence for a while until Martin said, "How did all this happen?"
Bela lifted her head and asked, "Do you want to hear the whole story?"
Martin returned to his chair and answered, "Of course I do."
She said doubtfully, "Well I don't think you're going to like it."
"Christ, can it get any worse?"
Bela nodded her head very slowly and he groaned, "Oh God."
She took a breath and said, "My mother disappeared when I was very young and left me with my father and his brother. They abused me sexually from about the age of five until I discovered that they were exchanging photos of me on the Internet. I had no idea that I was different from other kids because I didn't go to a school until I was eight and when I did I thought all the others were stupid. Most of my early education came from watching TV documentaries. I won't disgust you by describing some of the things my father and uncle did to me but can you imagine my humiliation when I saw that they were sharing it with other sick bastards?"
She paused and murmured, "And this is the bit you won't like."
She took a sip of vodka and said quietly, "On my ninth birthday I took a knife and stabbed them both to death while they slept."
She looked searchingly at him for condemnation but his face registered no expression. She waited for him to say something and when he did it surprised her.
Martin's heart was racing and he could feel his armpits sweating profusely. His temple was pounding and he wondered if some sign of it was visible to her. But he was amazed how calm his voice sounded when he said, "Good for you. So what happened next?"
It seemed to relax her and she continued, "They took me away and did lots of tests and informed me that I would never be a mother. They were actually nice people and very sympathetic but they kept me isolated for weeks. Of course they discovered that I was a brain freak. Then one day a women turned up and conned me into thinking that either I would spend the rest of my life in prison, or I could go somewhere with her. So I went somewhere with her."
Martin seemed to be calm and attentive so she carried on.
He saw that she had one hand between her thighs and from the movement of her arm he could see she was pleasuring herself. He began to get close to an orgasm and warned breathlessly, "Be careful Bela," but she was aware of the situation.
When she lifted her head he saw from her expression that she was extremely aroused. She moved quickly to straddle his body and then lowered her wet pussy onto his rigid shaft. She was breathing quickly and with her hands on his shoulders and her knees either side of him she began to thrust vigorously.
Martin strained to release his hands from the binding around his wrists but they were held securely. Eventually the excitement of being raped became too erotic and the tingling sensation began. He blurted urgently, "Bela I'm going to come."
She was also excited and her activity quickened. She was panting harshly through her open mouth and her eyes stared intensely. Then she gasped desperately, "I'm coming too."
Martin had reached the point of no return and groaned aloud as his orgasm erupted. The delicious agony consumed him and his semen squirted into her with violent pulses.
Bela thrusting became frenzied and as her own orgasm peaked she froze and her body stiffened. For a moment she ceased to breathe and then she uttered brief shrill cries and her stomach muscles knotted with the stabbing barbs of ecstasy.
For several seconds each was concerned with their own selfish pleasure but gradually the frenzied activity slowed and their bodies began to relax. Martin's orgasm was finally spent and his head drooped with exhaustion. Bela's movements lessened and when they finally ceased altogether she slumped forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
He had experienced the most violent orgasm that he could remember and his body felt leaden. When he was able, he lifted his head to find Bella smiling and she moved her lips closer to brush them lightly against his. She murmured, "That was a nice fuck wasn't it? You obviously enjoy being dominated. Would you like me to spank your bottom?"
"No I would not and I have absolutely no wish to be dominated. It just so happens that you are very good at giving blowjobs and I have a penchant for receiving them. Now please untie my hands so that I can restore some of my dishevelled dignity."
Bela muttered, "Okay but you're no fun at all. I've purchased the whips and mask for nothing."
She reached behind to slip the bonds from his wrist and shook the material to unravel it. She held it at arms length and sighed, "Oh well, that's fucked a thousand dollar dress."
"Serves you right."
Bela stood erect and hauled Martin to his feet. His trousers and underpants were around his feet and he stepped out of them. She took his hand and said, "Come let's go and shower, if I can remember where the nearest one is."
When they were both refreshed, Bela led them back to the lounge. She had found dressing gowns for both of them and Martin settled into an armchair. She crossed to the drinks cabinet and said, "Name your poison: scotch, vodka, brandy....?"
"Scotch and a little water please."
"Chivas okay?"
"Sure," and then, "is that Chivas twenty five you're about to pour?"
"Yes why?"
"At three hundred dollars a bottle, forget the water."
Bela laughed and poured herself straight vodka. She handed him the crystal glass and settled in the chair opposite. He raised his glass to eye level and assessed the contents. "You are exceedingly generous with your measures."
"That's because you might need it shortly."
Martin felt disturbed by her remark and tried to voice a calm tone when he enquired, "Why would that be?"
"Because it's tell-the-truth time."
He lowered his glass and waited for her to continue.
"You want to know who I am and why I am here. Well I represent a pest control agency."
Martin blinked with surprise and echoed, "A pest control agency? I expected something more romantic and exciting. Something to do with the film industry or perhaps that you are an uncover news reporter. What on earth are you doing here? There are plenty of pest control agencies in this country and my God they certainly need them."
"I destroy specific pests." Her large eyes bored unwaveringly into his before she added, "Bidaya's partner was a pest, as is Bidaya himself."
Martin stared at her uncomprehendingly and the seconds ticked by in silence. What she had just said made no sense. Eventually he asked quietly, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Her face displayed no emotion when she replied, "I killed Bidaya's partner and some other men since then; not that they were particularly important although I did kill them for a reason." She gazed at him in silence for a few seconds before she continued, "I'm an assassin and I'm here to kill Bidaya, that's why I need your help."
Martin's senses froze as he tried to understand the significance of her statement. Was she joking? Then he thought about her unusual strength and agility and remembered the knife. He recalled again her constant requests for him to arrange a meeting with Bidaya. Dark grotesque images tumbled sluggishly through his imagination.
But it all seemed unreal and he felt foolish when he eventually whispered, "An assassin? You actually kill people?"
Bela remained silent and his realisation that she was serious shocked him. He felt something wet on his leg and looked down. His glass had tipped and spilled some of the expensive liquid onto his thigh. He raised it to his mouth and emptied the contents with one swallow and then held out the glass for more.
Bela took it to the drinks cabinet and this time filled it nearly to the rim. He immediately removed half of it in a single gulp. Although he had drunk most of a bottle of wine and a considerable amount of whisky he had never felt more sober.
He looked at the girl sitting opposite with her tousled short hair and large dark eyes that gave her such captivating charm and she had never looked more beautiful. But her eyes seemed sad as she returned his gaze.
She broke the silence with, "I can imagine how shocked you are and how repulsed you must be by my confession, but will you allow me to elaborate?"
He could only nod his head.
"I am twenty-one years of age but I'm not an ordinary person and that has nothing to do with what I have just told you. I have an IQ of one ninety, I speak several languages and can become fluent in another without difficulty. I have total recall and by that I mean I can scan one hundred thousand words in about twenty minutes and remember every one of them.
She paused before she continued, "I am classed as a genius although sadly I don't use my gift for the benefit of science, medicine or the arts. I have received extra-special training in the art of killing and I can extinguish a life in many different ways, with or without a weapon. I'm not proud of my profession but I've convinced myself that what I do is, in a somewhat obscure way, of benefit to the civilized world; more or less."
She lifted her glass and drank from it but when she lowered it her eyes seemed tearful. Martin could see that she was struggling emotionally and suddenly she seemed to have become a young girl in need of solace. He was unable to resist and crossed the space between them.
She accepted his open arms and rested her head on his shoulder. They hugged in silence for a while until Martin said, "How did all this happen?"
Bela lifted her head and asked, "Do you want to hear the whole story?"
Martin returned to his chair and answered, "Of course I do."
She said doubtfully, "Well I don't think you're going to like it."
"Christ, can it get any worse?"
Bela nodded her head very slowly and he groaned, "Oh God."
She took a breath and said, "My mother disappeared when I was very young and left me with my father and his brother. They abused me sexually from about the age of five until I discovered that they were exchanging photos of me on the Internet. I had no idea that I was different from other kids because I didn't go to a school until I was eight and when I did I thought all the others were stupid. Most of my early education came from watching TV documentaries. I won't disgust you by describing some of the things my father and uncle did to me but can you imagine my humiliation when I saw that they were sharing it with other sick bastards?"
She paused and murmured, "And this is the bit you won't like."
She took a sip of vodka and said quietly, "On my ninth birthday I took a knife and stabbed them both to death while they slept."
She looked searchingly at him for condemnation but his face registered no expression. She waited for him to say something and when he did it surprised her.
Martin's heart was racing and he could feel his armpits sweating profusely. His temple was pounding and he wondered if some sign of it was visible to her. But he was amazed how calm his voice sounded when he said, "Good for you. So what happened next?"
It seemed to relax her and she continued, "They took me away and did lots of tests and informed me that I would never be a mother. They were actually nice people and very sympathetic but they kept me isolated for weeks. Of course they discovered that I was a brain freak. Then one day a women turned up and conned me into thinking that either I would spend the rest of my life in prison, or I could go somewhere with her. So I went somewhere with her."
Martin seemed to be calm and attentive so she carried on.
"For ten years I received an education that is beyond your comprehension and you would find it difficult to broach a subject about which I do not have a thorough knowledge. But the sole purpose was to turn me into a killing machine and that's what I am. If you were to lock me in a room with three men in a fight to the death and none of us were armed, when you eventually open the door I will be the only one to walk out alive."
Martin exhibited no emotion so she sipped her vodka and continued. "The agency that I represent is called EROS and the individual letters stand for 'Efficient Removal Of Scum.' It is an international organisation founded by billionaires who have taken the law into their own hands. They target human traffickers, drug barons, paedophiles, crime syndicates and even the Mafia. Wherever there is a nuisance and the police or the government are hamstringed by the law, they send someone like me to deal with it. They are totally ruthless and they've never heard of human rights. They have unlimited means and nowhere in the world is there any place or anyone beyond their reach."
She waited for a reaction but Martin was sitting impassively so she asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
He took a long deep breath before he answered, "I am in shock but what did you expect? You are a very frightening person."
"You have nothing to fear from me, I am interested only in Bidaya. The Agency was dubious about assigning me because they thought I might become emotionally involved as a result of my own childhood abuse, so I need to be professional. I've already made one mistake by eliminating his partner first and now Bidaya's surrounded himself with armed men and his premises are well guarded. I've been conducting a war of attrition in the hope of flushing him out but it hasn't worked. There is a weakness and I can get in but I need to know what's facing me inside, that's why I want you to get me in there."
She crossed to a bureau and removed an envelope from a drawer. She handed it to him with, "This is for you."
He took out the cheque and stared at it. When he raised his eyes he looked bewildered. "Is this a joke?"
“No, it isn't. That is more than enough to compensate you for the loss of Bidaya's business plus some extra in case you have to leave town."
Martin looked startled and echoed, "In case I have to leave town? Why on earth would that be necessary?"
"If it all goes wrong, Bidaya might be very pissed off with you."
"Fucking hell, I don't want to be involved in this. It's been really nice knowing you but let's forget we ever met and I'll go back to selling insurance the way I know how."
Bela's face was expressionless when she said quietly, "I'm sorry Martin but you don't have a choice."
He was feeling sick as he returned her gaze and the fear in his eyes was there for her to see. "Are you threatening me?"
Bela replied calmly, "I'm just trying to convince you that you can't mess with the Agency. They know more about you than you know about yourself. Please try to understand that you are a key player because the easiest means of gaining access to Bidaya's premises is to be invited in by him and that's why I'm asking you to arrange it. I have to get inside to see what I'll be faced with and to make sure any children in there come to no harm if it starts getting messy."
Each waited for the other to speak until Bela said, "You are a nice man and I don't want you to get hurt." Then she added ominously, "But if you don't co-operate, the Agency will send someone who will be more persuasive."
Martin's insides lurched as he realised the implication of her statement and dropped his head into his hands. Neither spoke until eventually he muttered desperately, "So heads I'm fucked, and tails I'm fucked."
"You have to trust me."
After a long silence, Martin said resignedly, "Okay I'll phone him in the morning."
It was just after sunset when Prasong Bidaya replaced the telephone and leaned back in his chair. So the woman had arrived and she and her car had been searched at the gate. At least she would provide some light relief from the chaos of the past few days. He had no idea who was doing the killing but it was undermining his authority and his men were getting impatient for him to stop it. He had halted the next delivery of children until the situation was under control.
Standing one hundred and eighty centimetres tall he was a big man for an Asian. He led by fear and several men no longer existed because they had opposed him. Taking a life meant little; and if necessary he would kill one of his own men if it ensured that the others obeyed him without hesitation.
At the tap on his door he growled, "Come," and the guard pushed it open and stepped to one side.
She was wearing a white lapelled cotton dress open at the neck and although the building was air-conditioned, it clung to her body from the sticky night air. She had a good figure but she wore no make up and the spectacles gave her an austere appearance. He estimated her age to be towards thirty.
He stepped around his desk and took her offered hand. He continued to hold her hand as he said in his own language, "How nice of my good friend Martin to send you. What is your name please?"
She attempted to tug her hand away but he held on to it. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry but I speak only English and a little bit of French. Do you speak English?"
"Of course. I said how nice it is of my friend Martin to send someone so charming to brighten my day. What is your name please?"
"Miss Henderson, Rebecca Henderson."
He released her hand and waved her to the seat opposite his desk. She sat down with her legs together and carefully tugged her dress to cover her knees. He stood beside her until she was seated and stared down at the gap between her full breasts. She became conscious of his gaze and lifted her hand primly to cover her cleavage before looking up at him with a hesitant smile.
He returned to his seat with the satisfaction that he was making her nervous. It gave him pleasure that females were frightened of him and he extracted the most sexual gratification when he could humiliate them and inflict pain He imagined her naked and spread helplessly beneath him.
He became aware that she was waiting for him to speak and said, "Miss Henderson? So you are a single lady. Have you no man?"
She looked surprised at his question and replied, "I have a fiancé in England."
"A fiancé? What does that mean?"
"A fiancé is a person to whom I am promised. We have known each other since childhood and plan to get married in a year or two." She lifted her briefcase and attempted to change the subject with, "Now Mister Bidaya may we talk about your insurances?"
He ignored her question and continued, "You have known him since childhood? That doesn't sound very romantic, are you lovers or just friends?"
Her embarrassment as she struggled for a reply gave him satisfaction. "We are a couple and always have been. We get on well together and we will be a good partnership I am sure. Now may we please talk about your insurances?"
"What is his line of business?" Her frustration at his persistence was amusing as he waited for her to answer.
"He works for a charity that deals with the affairs of elderly people. Mister Bidaya, I'm sure none of this is of great interest to you."
"Do you have sex with him?"
Her mouth opened in disbelief. "Really Sir, I am shocked by your question and I am not used to being asked such personal things. That is a private matter and in England we do not discuss such affairs. My fiancé is of the opinion that sex between consenting adults should be after marriage and I firmly agree with him. Now please may we change the subject?"
So she was a virgin and it was her fiancé who was holding back. He sounded like a religious nut or perhaps gay or maybe he just couldn't get it up. She was probably desperate to be fucked whether married or not and he wondered how often she masturbated. He pictured her with her legs spread wide and gasping with ecstasy as she brought herself to a climax.
He leaned forward and said, "Okay Miss Henderson, I apologise if I have embarrassed you. In this country, sex is part of our culture and we discuss it freely. Please carry on, what would you like to know?"
She was visibly relieved and said, "Now then, I understand that you are registered as an orphanage and I presume that the orphans are housed within these premises. You will certainly have nurses or other staff who care for the children's welfare and therefore may I suggest an overall health package to cover them? That way if any become sick and you are forced to hire from an agency, your costs would be covered."
He sat back and furrowed his brow in thought. "That is certainly a sensible suggestion except that we are without residents at the moment. We are about to do extensive improvements to the facilities and while that work is being completed, the children have been moved to another establishment. As a result, the nursing personnel have been temporarily dispensed with."
"So there are no children on the premises?"
"Not at the moment."
She looked disappointed and lifted another file from her case. "Perhaps then we could talk about your personal insurance. Do you have health cover? I'm not suggesting that you could get sick or anything because you look as if you are in exceptionally good condition. But one never knows and I've produced some figures that might interest you." She placed the file on the desk and turned it towards him.
He turned the file back again and rose from his seat. "Let me come around to your side and then we can look at the figures together."
He moved around the desk until he was looking down at her. Again she became conscious of her cleavage and lifted her hand to conceal it.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Miss Henderson, why are you so worried that I will look at your breasts? You have a fine bosom and it should be displayed for the world to see not hidden away.
Martin exhibited no emotion so she sipped her vodka and continued. "The agency that I represent is called EROS and the individual letters stand for 'Efficient Removal Of Scum.' It is an international organisation founded by billionaires who have taken the law into their own hands. They target human traffickers, drug barons, paedophiles, crime syndicates and even the Mafia. Wherever there is a nuisance and the police or the government are hamstringed by the law, they send someone like me to deal with it. They are totally ruthless and they've never heard of human rights. They have unlimited means and nowhere in the world is there any place or anyone beyond their reach."
She waited for a reaction but Martin was sitting impassively so she asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
He took a long deep breath before he answered, "I am in shock but what did you expect? You are a very frightening person."
"You have nothing to fear from me, I am interested only in Bidaya. The Agency was dubious about assigning me because they thought I might become emotionally involved as a result of my own childhood abuse, so I need to be professional. I've already made one mistake by eliminating his partner first and now Bidaya's surrounded himself with armed men and his premises are well guarded. I've been conducting a war of attrition in the hope of flushing him out but it hasn't worked. There is a weakness and I can get in but I need to know what's facing me inside, that's why I want you to get me in there."
She crossed to a bureau and removed an envelope from a drawer. She handed it to him with, "This is for you."
He took out the cheque and stared at it. When he raised his eyes he looked bewildered. "Is this a joke?"
“No, it isn't. That is more than enough to compensate you for the loss of Bidaya's business plus some extra in case you have to leave town."
Martin looked startled and echoed, "In case I have to leave town? Why on earth would that be necessary?"
"If it all goes wrong, Bidaya might be very pissed off with you."
"Fucking hell, I don't want to be involved in this. It's been really nice knowing you but let's forget we ever met and I'll go back to selling insurance the way I know how."
Bela's face was expressionless when she said quietly, "I'm sorry Martin but you don't have a choice."
He was feeling sick as he returned her gaze and the fear in his eyes was there for her to see. "Are you threatening me?"
Bela replied calmly, "I'm just trying to convince you that you can't mess with the Agency. They know more about you than you know about yourself. Please try to understand that you are a key player because the easiest means of gaining access to Bidaya's premises is to be invited in by him and that's why I'm asking you to arrange it. I have to get inside to see what I'll be faced with and to make sure any children in there come to no harm if it starts getting messy."
Each waited for the other to speak until Bela said, "You are a nice man and I don't want you to get hurt." Then she added ominously, "But if you don't co-operate, the Agency will send someone who will be more persuasive."
Martin's insides lurched as he realised the implication of her statement and dropped his head into his hands. Neither spoke until eventually he muttered desperately, "So heads I'm fucked, and tails I'm fucked."
"You have to trust me."
After a long silence, Martin said resignedly, "Okay I'll phone him in the morning."
It was just after sunset when Prasong Bidaya replaced the telephone and leaned back in his chair. So the woman had arrived and she and her car had been searched at the gate. At least she would provide some light relief from the chaos of the past few days. He had no idea who was doing the killing but it was undermining his authority and his men were getting impatient for him to stop it. He had halted the next delivery of children until the situation was under control.
Standing one hundred and eighty centimetres tall he was a big man for an Asian. He led by fear and several men no longer existed because they had opposed him. Taking a life meant little; and if necessary he would kill one of his own men if it ensured that the others obeyed him without hesitation.
At the tap on his door he growled, "Come," and the guard pushed it open and stepped to one side.
She was wearing a white lapelled cotton dress open at the neck and although the building was air-conditioned, it clung to her body from the sticky night air. She had a good figure but she wore no make up and the spectacles gave her an austere appearance. He estimated her age to be towards thirty.
He stepped around his desk and took her offered hand. He continued to hold her hand as he said in his own language, "How nice of my good friend Martin to send you. What is your name please?"
She attempted to tug her hand away but he held on to it. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry but I speak only English and a little bit of French. Do you speak English?"
"Of course. I said how nice it is of my friend Martin to send someone so charming to brighten my day. What is your name please?"
"Miss Henderson, Rebecca Henderson."
He released her hand and waved her to the seat opposite his desk. She sat down with her legs together and carefully tugged her dress to cover her knees. He stood beside her until she was seated and stared down at the gap between her full breasts. She became conscious of his gaze and lifted her hand primly to cover her cleavage before looking up at him with a hesitant smile.
He returned to his seat with the satisfaction that he was making her nervous. It gave him pleasure that females were frightened of him and he extracted the most sexual gratification when he could humiliate them and inflict pain He imagined her naked and spread helplessly beneath him.
He became aware that she was waiting for him to speak and said, "Miss Henderson? So you are a single lady. Have you no man?"
She looked surprised at his question and replied, "I have a fiancé in England."
"A fiancé? What does that mean?"
"A fiancé is a person to whom I am promised. We have known each other since childhood and plan to get married in a year or two." She lifted her briefcase and attempted to change the subject with, "Now Mister Bidaya may we talk about your insurances?"
He ignored her question and continued, "You have known him since childhood? That doesn't sound very romantic, are you lovers or just friends?"
Her embarrassment as she struggled for a reply gave him satisfaction. "We are a couple and always have been. We get on well together and we will be a good partnership I am sure. Now may we please talk about your insurances?"
"What is his line of business?" Her frustration at his persistence was amusing as he waited for her to answer.
"He works for a charity that deals with the affairs of elderly people. Mister Bidaya, I'm sure none of this is of great interest to you."
"Do you have sex with him?"
Her mouth opened in disbelief. "Really Sir, I am shocked by your question and I am not used to being asked such personal things. That is a private matter and in England we do not discuss such affairs. My fiancé is of the opinion that sex between consenting adults should be after marriage and I firmly agree with him. Now please may we change the subject?"
So she was a virgin and it was her fiancé who was holding back. He sounded like a religious nut or perhaps gay or maybe he just couldn't get it up. She was probably desperate to be fucked whether married or not and he wondered how often she masturbated. He pictured her with her legs spread wide and gasping with ecstasy as she brought herself to a climax.
He leaned forward and said, "Okay Miss Henderson, I apologise if I have embarrassed you. In this country, sex is part of our culture and we discuss it freely. Please carry on, what would you like to know?"
She was visibly relieved and said, "Now then, I understand that you are registered as an orphanage and I presume that the orphans are housed within these premises. You will certainly have nurses or other staff who care for the children's welfare and therefore may I suggest an overall health package to cover them? That way if any become sick and you are forced to hire from an agency, your costs would be covered."
He sat back and furrowed his brow in thought. "That is certainly a sensible suggestion except that we are without residents at the moment. We are about to do extensive improvements to the facilities and while that work is being completed, the children have been moved to another establishment. As a result, the nursing personnel have been temporarily dispensed with."
"So there are no children on the premises?"
"Not at the moment."
She looked disappointed and lifted another file from her case. "Perhaps then we could talk about your personal insurance. Do you have health cover? I'm not suggesting that you could get sick or anything because you look as if you are in exceptionally good condition. But one never knows and I've produced some figures that might interest you." She placed the file on the desk and turned it towards him.
He turned the file back again and rose from his seat. "Let me come around to your side and then we can look at the figures together."
He moved around the desk until he was looking down at her. Again she became conscious of her cleavage and lifted her hand to conceal it.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Miss Henderson, why are you so worried that I will look at your breasts? You have a fine bosom and it should be displayed for the world to see not hidden away.
"
He reached down and flipped open the top button of her dress. She squeaked in panic and tried to rise but he pressed her into the seat. His hand slid between her breasts and eased her brassier down so that her breasts were fully exposed.
She squealed, "Mister Bidaya, what are you doing? I am begging you to stop; I have a fiancé."
He ignored her desperate plea and cupped his hand around her right breast. He was surprised how firm it was and also by the hardness of her nipple. He moved his hand so that his palm caressed the tip of it and as he did so he heard her gasp.
She was gripping his wrist and trying to prise his hand from her breast but he resisted her easily. As he continued to caress her nipple he saw her close her eyes. She was panting quickly through an open mouth and he wondered if it was from her efforts or from excitement. Then he felt her hands relaxing from around his wrist and sensed that she was melting.
He quickly dropped to one knee and reached for the hem of her dress. Her knees were still pressed tightly together but he pulled back her dress to expose her thighs. As he did so she pleaded breathlessly, "Oh please Mister Bidaya, I'm imploring you to stop," but he ignored her and forced his hand between her knees. Her eyes were still closed and as he moved his hand between her thighs and towards her crotch she gasped, "Oh please, don't."
His finger tips reached the front of her panties and he probed gently through the silky material for her slit. Immediately he touched the soft depression she gave a ***** squeak and reached up with one hand to clutch at a naked breast. Her legs opened wider and he slipped his hand under her panties.
He was about to slide his fingers into her crevice when suddenly she jerked upright and cried out, "My God, what am I doing?" Before he could grab her she had rolled sideways from the chair.
By the time he climbed to his feet she was at the other side of the desk. She was looking distraught and pleaded desperately, "Mister Bidaya, you must give me a chance to compose myself. I'm not used to this behaviour and I need time to think. Please allow me to go to a bathroom."
He had no intention of chasing her around the desk and if she had melted once, she would do so again. "Of course, you may Miss Henderson. There is one just along the corridor and another in the hallway downstairs."
She had lost one shoe in her panic but left it where it was as she skirted her way warily around him and made for the door.
Once outside she turned to the right but stopped when she saw the guard leaning against the wall. Her dress was still unbuttoned and the guard grinned when he saw her dishevelled appearance and her one bare foot. As she turned towards the stairway he shouted loudly and by the time she had reached the bottom stair, men were appearing in the hallway. They were laughing as she hurried past them with a pronounced limp; and after trying three doors in vain she finally disappeared into a toilet.
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Bela adjusted her clothing and assessed all that she had learned so far. Six men had appeared in the hallway and three of them were wearing side arms. The guard upstairs was also armed and the one outside the building had a fully-automatic assault rife. The guards she had killed days before had both been in possession of a similar weapon so it was probably the only one in the building and carried just for patrolling the premises. The guard by the main gate had an AK-47 but she would deal with him separately.
There were two chefs in the kitchen although it was unlikely that either were armed. Finally, Bidaya had not been visibly armed although he would certainly have a firearm within reach.
It was reasonable to assume that she had seen the entire complement of both men and weaponry.
There were seven doors on the upstairs landing including Bidaya's office and he had told her that one of them was a bathroom. She assumed that the other five were bedrooms and all of the doors were in a straight run away from the staircase. The staircase had eighteen steps and the length of the hallway was twenty-one metres.
Four men including the three that were armed had come from one room and the remaining two had exited from a separate door and both were holding pool cues. The three rooms behind the doors that she had appeared to open by mistake had been in darkness.
The telephone line was easily accessible and she had already located where the power supply entered the building. It was possible that there was a generator in a cellar somewhere but it would need to be started and that would take time.
There was no choice but to believe Bidaya when he said there were no children on the premises and from her observations it appeared to be true.
She removed her odd shoe and after gazing steadily at her reflection in the mirror for several seconds, she said quietly, "Okay Bela, it's time to go to work."
He reached down and flipped open the top button of her dress. She squeaked in panic and tried to rise but he pressed her into the seat. His hand slid between her breasts and eased her brassier down so that her breasts were fully exposed.
She squealed, "Mister Bidaya, what are you doing? I am begging you to stop; I have a fiancé."
He ignored her desperate plea and cupped his hand around her right breast. He was surprised how firm it was and also by the hardness of her nipple. He moved his hand so that his palm caressed the tip of it and as he did so he heard her gasp.
She was gripping his wrist and trying to prise his hand from her breast but he resisted her easily. As he continued to caress her nipple he saw her close her eyes. She was panting quickly through an open mouth and he wondered if it was from her efforts or from excitement. Then he felt her hands relaxing from around his wrist and sensed that she was melting.
He quickly dropped to one knee and reached for the hem of her dress. Her knees were still pressed tightly together but he pulled back her dress to expose her thighs. As he did so she pleaded breathlessly, "Oh please Mister Bidaya, I'm imploring you to stop," but he ignored her and forced his hand between her knees. Her eyes were still closed and as he moved his hand between her thighs and towards her crotch she gasped, "Oh please, don't."
His finger tips reached the front of her panties and he probed gently through the silky material for her slit. Immediately he touched the soft depression she gave a ***** squeak and reached up with one hand to clutch at a naked breast. Her legs opened wider and he slipped his hand under her panties.
He was about to slide his fingers into her crevice when suddenly she jerked upright and cried out, "My God, what am I doing?" Before he could grab her she had rolled sideways from the chair.
By the time he climbed to his feet she was at the other side of the desk. She was looking distraught and pleaded desperately, "Mister Bidaya, you must give me a chance to compose myself. I'm not used to this behaviour and I need time to think. Please allow me to go to a bathroom."
He had no intention of chasing her around the desk and if she had melted once, she would do so again. "Of course, you may Miss Henderson. There is one just along the corridor and another in the hallway downstairs."
She had lost one shoe in her panic but left it where it was as she skirted her way warily around him and made for the door.
Once outside she turned to the right but stopped when she saw the guard leaning against the wall. Her dress was still unbuttoned and the guard grinned when he saw her dishevelled appearance and her one bare foot. As she turned towards the stairway he shouted loudly and by the time she had reached the bottom stair, men were appearing in the hallway. They were laughing as she hurried past them with a pronounced limp; and after trying three doors in vain she finally disappeared into a toilet.
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Bela adjusted her clothing and assessed all that she had learned so far. Six men had appeared in the hallway and three of them were wearing side arms. The guard upstairs was also armed and the one outside the building had a fully-automatic assault rife. The guards she had killed days before had both been in possession of a similar weapon so it was probably the only one in the building and carried just for patrolling the premises. The guard by the main gate had an AK-47 but she would deal with him separately.
There were two chefs in the kitchen although it was unlikely that either were armed. Finally, Bidaya had not been visibly armed although he would certainly have a firearm within reach.
It was reasonable to assume that she had seen the entire complement of both men and weaponry.
There were seven doors on the upstairs landing including Bidaya's office and he had told her that one of them was a bathroom. She assumed that the other five were bedrooms and all of the doors were in a straight run away from the staircase. The staircase had eighteen steps and the length of the hallway was twenty-one metres.
Four men including the three that were armed had come from one room and the remaining two had exited from a separate door and both were holding pool cues. The three rooms behind the doors that she had appeared to open by mistake had been in darkness.
The telephone line was easily accessible and she had already located where the power supply entered the building. It was possible that there was a generator in a cellar somewhere but it would need to be started and that would take time.
There was no choice but to believe Bidaya when he said there were no children on the premises and from her observations it appeared to be true.
She removed her odd shoe and after gazing steadily at her reflection in the mirror for several seconds, she said quietly, "Okay Bela, it's time to go to work."