My name is Katie Holmes. I was hired by the agency when I was 21 after graduating from college with honours and a broken heart from a bum of boyfriend. My parents were delighted that I was the first one in my family to receive a college degree. My boyfriend ruined graduation week by almost boasting that he had been seeing someone else for the past three months, and I had come in second. As he cruelly put it, “Second both in and out of bed.”
For the next three years I worked my way up the administrative ladder. In many ways it was just a job, but on the other hand, our business was spying. My evaluations were very good, and I passed the required lie detector test every six months. The guys kept hitting on me, but my past experience made me more or less the ice princess of E Section.
In the fourth year I was asked to become the administrative assistant to the head of E Section. The salary increase was excellent and my new boss Randy seemed like a serious but nice person. He was also five feet eleven inches tall, weighed about 175 pounds, with brown hair, and intense brown eyes that looked right through you. Obviously I took the job.
Spying became real to me in my new position. The early years had me filing weather reports, economic data, biographies of government people, and other dull reports. Now the material I handled came from our overseas offices and involved sensitive areas. Which government official was sleeping around. Who had money problems. Whom might we approach to see if they would work with us. I was naïve until I realized that human weakness is the heart of spying. E Section was always looking for human weakness, and when found, how they could exploit it.
One day I opened the courier envelope in order to log in the reports and have them ready for Randy to review later in the morning. The second envelope had large, glossy pictures and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A man who looked 60 years old was having sex with a woman that was lucky to be 20. She was beautiful with red hair, very white complexion, and large breasts with small, hard nipples. The man was in her and obviously was about to climax.
I was frozen, just staring at the pictures when I heard Randy’s voice behind me say, “Sometimes our business requires people to do things outside the box of normal human activity. That woman is one of our best assets—you would never guess that she is closer to 30 than 20. The man is a key advisor to the prime minister of his country. He comes from old money and has a wife and five children. We believe he cannot take the shame of a discovered affair.”
Randy stared at me and said, “Can you accept this side of the business and not let it affect you and your job?”
I stammered, “I don’t know.” I was blushing—not only at the pictures, but my reaction to the pictures in front of Randy. I asked, “Why do we have to do things like this?”
Randy remained quiet for a moment and then said, “Our business is to serve our country and save lives. Sometimes we do things that are horrible in any situation, but the one that our country now faces. There is a classic question often posed. Terrible people have taken your children and put them in a confined space with three hours of air. You have captured a person who knows where the children are located. Is torture, and the question assumes that torture will force him to reveal the location of the children, something that you would allow?”
Randy looked at me and asked, “Would you order the person tortured to save the children?”
I stammered again, “No… yes… I don’t know.”
Randy paused a moment and then said, “If you are to remain in E Section, you must be able to answer that question and variations of that question. I want you to talk to Anne who I think you know works for us. After talking to her, give me your answer.”
Anne was an operational person. I had filed some of her reports and occasionally greeted her in the hallway. She was confident and beautiful. She had a well defined figure that indicated many hours in the gym. Anne was five feet six inches tall with blond hair, blue-green eyes, and breasts that accentuated her spectacular body. It was hard for any employee to not watch her when she entered a room.
She walked in the next day and said, “Randy wants me to talk to you. Let’s go to the small conference room.”
Anne immediately took charge in the conference room. “I know what you saw. I know what Randy told you, and I know how you answered. In my early days in the field, I had a variation of the classic question Randy asked you. I hesitated, and the person died, and his family died, and I felt terrible.”
Before I could even collect my thoughts Anne continued, “Do you have a boyfriend? Do you enjoy sex?”
I finally broke in and said, “What business is it of yours? Why should I tell you anything…?”
Anne interrupted, “this meeting is a career move conversation. I am trying to make a judgment about you and one way to do that is to put you under stress and see what happens. You were uncomfortable when I asked about a boyfriend, and you turned absolutely red when I asked about sex. Why? You are five feet seven inches tall or so, breasts bigger than mine but perfect for your body, and legs and an ass that most women would die for. You should have men lined up in front of your bedroom door.”
Anne stopped talking. She just stared at me. I said nothing. She said nothing.
Finally I told her about college, my boyfriend, my humiliation.
She asked, “Do you feel it is the worst thing that could ever happen to you--to be rejected?”
I thought for a moment and replied, “No, there are many things worse than that. Poor health, death of a close friend, or a nasty divorce with children would all be worse than my little rejection.”
She said, “This talk has gone two ways. Let’s try to bring them together. To remain in E Section you must be comfortable with yourself and be comfortable with some of the approaches we must use to serve our country. If you do not have that comfort level in both our mission and in your own self, you must request a transfer. There will be no prejudice, but you will no longer be subject to the situations in which we are involved.
“The choice is yours. Randy told me to tell you to take the rest of the week off. On Monday, resume working in Randy’s office, or go to human resources for your new assignment.”
Monday I returned to Randy’s office early in the morning. Two hours later he came in, stopped when he saw me, gave me a small smile and entered his inner office. The small smile did it. I had made the right decision.
Several months went by. One day I returned from lunch and found the director, Randy, Anne, and several other senior people in the office. They went into the inner office and closed the door.
Three hours later the door opened and Anne walked out. She said, “We need to talk... the small conference room.”
The door closed, Anne turned to me and said, “This is a confidential conversation. You are bound by the contract you signed never to reveal it took place, or whatever happens afterward. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Randy wanted to talk to you, but I persuaded him that I was the right person. We have a situation.”
Anne paused and then said, “Have you noticed anyone watching you lately?”
I replied, “No.”
“Well you have been watched, and we have been watching the watchers. A random ‘follow home’ by the department discovered that you were being followed. At that time we didn’t know who it was. We do now. Let’s step back. Randy is head of E Section. It has the responsibility for recruiting and turning important people in the B group of countries. Russia, China, Western Europe are for others. We have the smaller, but not insignificant countries. So when Randy goes to a specific country, our opposition knows it is to make the final recruitment decision. Where he goes, if known, turns on the red light, and those thinking about working with us are in grave danger.
“You are being watched. It seems obvious, since we would do it ourselves, that they are going to try to turn you—to have you give them information about Randy and his activities. The standard technique is to have you meet the most handsome man you have ever met at what appears to be a chance meeting. Love would follow, and you would be turned. Or so they are probably thinking.
“We think that approach will not work. You are beautiful and every lustful male has been hitting on you without success. If our horny guys can’t get to you, then we believe these people would be equally unsuccessful. Your future lover would approach you. If done lightly, you would tell him to take a hike. If done aggressively, you might even report him to security as per policy. Either way, they would lose.”
Anne looked at me hard and said, “We don’t want them to lose; rather we want them to gain ultimate leverage over you—not some romance between an unmarried woman and a man.”
Anne continued, “If they feel that they have complete control over you, then the information you will provide them will have extreme credibility. We want to give them that confidence.”
I looked at Anne and asked, “You want me to have sex with a spy?”
Anne replied, “I’m not explaining this well. Having sex with a spy and then giving him information often works, but many times it is a simple sting and the information is false. We want to create a situation where they feel you have no choice but to do what they want.”
I replied, “I’m lost. How can they have ultimate leverage over me?”
Anne answered, “To put you in such an embarrassing position that everyone you know, especially your parents, your siblings, and your friends could never forgive or forget something you did.
For the next three years I worked my way up the administrative ladder. In many ways it was just a job, but on the other hand, our business was spying. My evaluations were very good, and I passed the required lie detector test every six months. The guys kept hitting on me, but my past experience made me more or less the ice princess of E Section.
In the fourth year I was asked to become the administrative assistant to the head of E Section. The salary increase was excellent and my new boss Randy seemed like a serious but nice person. He was also five feet eleven inches tall, weighed about 175 pounds, with brown hair, and intense brown eyes that looked right through you. Obviously I took the job.
Spying became real to me in my new position. The early years had me filing weather reports, economic data, biographies of government people, and other dull reports. Now the material I handled came from our overseas offices and involved sensitive areas. Which government official was sleeping around. Who had money problems. Whom might we approach to see if they would work with us. I was naïve until I realized that human weakness is the heart of spying. E Section was always looking for human weakness, and when found, how they could exploit it.
One day I opened the courier envelope in order to log in the reports and have them ready for Randy to review later in the morning. The second envelope had large, glossy pictures and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A man who looked 60 years old was having sex with a woman that was lucky to be 20. She was beautiful with red hair, very white complexion, and large breasts with small, hard nipples. The man was in her and obviously was about to climax.
I was frozen, just staring at the pictures when I heard Randy’s voice behind me say, “Sometimes our business requires people to do things outside the box of normal human activity. That woman is one of our best assets—you would never guess that she is closer to 30 than 20. The man is a key advisor to the prime minister of his country. He comes from old money and has a wife and five children. We believe he cannot take the shame of a discovered affair.”
Randy stared at me and said, “Can you accept this side of the business and not let it affect you and your job?”
I stammered, “I don’t know.” I was blushing—not only at the pictures, but my reaction to the pictures in front of Randy. I asked, “Why do we have to do things like this?”
Randy remained quiet for a moment and then said, “Our business is to serve our country and save lives. Sometimes we do things that are horrible in any situation, but the one that our country now faces. There is a classic question often posed. Terrible people have taken your children and put them in a confined space with three hours of air. You have captured a person who knows where the children are located. Is torture, and the question assumes that torture will force him to reveal the location of the children, something that you would allow?”
Randy looked at me and asked, “Would you order the person tortured to save the children?”
I stammered again, “No… yes… I don’t know.”
Randy paused a moment and then said, “If you are to remain in E Section, you must be able to answer that question and variations of that question. I want you to talk to Anne who I think you know works for us. After talking to her, give me your answer.”
Anne was an operational person. I had filed some of her reports and occasionally greeted her in the hallway. She was confident and beautiful. She had a well defined figure that indicated many hours in the gym. Anne was five feet six inches tall with blond hair, blue-green eyes, and breasts that accentuated her spectacular body. It was hard for any employee to not watch her when she entered a room.
She walked in the next day and said, “Randy wants me to talk to you. Let’s go to the small conference room.”
Anne immediately took charge in the conference room. “I know what you saw. I know what Randy told you, and I know how you answered. In my early days in the field, I had a variation of the classic question Randy asked you. I hesitated, and the person died, and his family died, and I felt terrible.”
Before I could even collect my thoughts Anne continued, “Do you have a boyfriend? Do you enjoy sex?”
I finally broke in and said, “What business is it of yours? Why should I tell you anything…?”
Anne interrupted, “this meeting is a career move conversation. I am trying to make a judgment about you and one way to do that is to put you under stress and see what happens. You were uncomfortable when I asked about a boyfriend, and you turned absolutely red when I asked about sex. Why? You are five feet seven inches tall or so, breasts bigger than mine but perfect for your body, and legs and an ass that most women would die for. You should have men lined up in front of your bedroom door.”
Anne stopped talking. She just stared at me. I said nothing. She said nothing.
Finally I told her about college, my boyfriend, my humiliation.
She asked, “Do you feel it is the worst thing that could ever happen to you--to be rejected?”
I thought for a moment and replied, “No, there are many things worse than that. Poor health, death of a close friend, or a nasty divorce with children would all be worse than my little rejection.”
She said, “This talk has gone two ways. Let’s try to bring them together. To remain in E Section you must be comfortable with yourself and be comfortable with some of the approaches we must use to serve our country. If you do not have that comfort level in both our mission and in your own self, you must request a transfer. There will be no prejudice, but you will no longer be subject to the situations in which we are involved.
“The choice is yours. Randy told me to tell you to take the rest of the week off. On Monday, resume working in Randy’s office, or go to human resources for your new assignment.”
Monday I returned to Randy’s office early in the morning. Two hours later he came in, stopped when he saw me, gave me a small smile and entered his inner office. The small smile did it. I had made the right decision.
Several months went by. One day I returned from lunch and found the director, Randy, Anne, and several other senior people in the office. They went into the inner office and closed the door.
Three hours later the door opened and Anne walked out. She said, “We need to talk... the small conference room.”
The door closed, Anne turned to me and said, “This is a confidential conversation. You are bound by the contract you signed never to reveal it took place, or whatever happens afterward. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Randy wanted to talk to you, but I persuaded him that I was the right person. We have a situation.”
Anne paused and then said, “Have you noticed anyone watching you lately?”
I replied, “No.”
“Well you have been watched, and we have been watching the watchers. A random ‘follow home’ by the department discovered that you were being followed. At that time we didn’t know who it was. We do now. Let’s step back. Randy is head of E Section. It has the responsibility for recruiting and turning important people in the B group of countries. Russia, China, Western Europe are for others. We have the smaller, but not insignificant countries. So when Randy goes to a specific country, our opposition knows it is to make the final recruitment decision. Where he goes, if known, turns on the red light, and those thinking about working with us are in grave danger.
“You are being watched. It seems obvious, since we would do it ourselves, that they are going to try to turn you—to have you give them information about Randy and his activities. The standard technique is to have you meet the most handsome man you have ever met at what appears to be a chance meeting. Love would follow, and you would be turned. Or so they are probably thinking.
“We think that approach will not work. You are beautiful and every lustful male has been hitting on you without success. If our horny guys can’t get to you, then we believe these people would be equally unsuccessful. Your future lover would approach you. If done lightly, you would tell him to take a hike. If done aggressively, you might even report him to security as per policy. Either way, they would lose.”
Anne looked at me hard and said, “We don’t want them to lose; rather we want them to gain ultimate leverage over you—not some romance between an unmarried woman and a man.”
Anne continued, “If they feel that they have complete control over you, then the information you will provide them will have extreme credibility. We want to give them that confidence.”
I looked at Anne and asked, “You want me to have sex with a spy?”
Anne replied, “I’m not explaining this well. Having sex with a spy and then giving him information often works, but many times it is a simple sting and the information is false. We want to create a situation where they feel you have no choice but to do what they want.”
I replied, “I’m lost. How can they have ultimate leverage over me?”
Anne answered, “To put you in such an embarrassing position that everyone you know, especially your parents, your siblings, and your friends could never forgive or forget something you did.
”
“Like what,” I countered, “Taking Randy to bed with me?”
Anne answered, “You are missing the point. A man and an unmarried women having sex happens every day. If it were to become known that you were going to bed with Randy, it might be unpleasant for you, but most people would not think it was extraordinary or very shameful.”
I replied, “Well if it isn’t having sex with Randy, what do you want me to do?”
For the first time since I met Anne, she looked hesitant. I had never seen Anne when she wasn’t in complete control, but now she had lost that confidence. She started to say something and stopped. She started again and stopped again. She blushed.
Finally Anne said, “This is my idea. It is probably a dumb idea, and I can’t believe I put it on the table, but I did. When Randy goes on a non-sensitive mission, he is watched all the way. His room is bugged, and lately his hotel room has had secret cameras recording his every move. Obviously, they are hoping for a blackmail situation, and obviously Randy knows and avoids it. Since his wife died in a car accident, he has never dated nor messed around. I know. I tried.”
Anne continued, “We want to create a situation where they try to blackmail Randy. We think, however, that you will end up the real target.”
I asked, “Target me for what? Doing what?”
Anne waited a moment. Then she said, “With your family background — the achiever in your family — a disgrace to you would be devastating. They would expect you to do anything to avoid that disgrace. That’s what we are counting on.”
I repeated, “Do what?”
Anne said, “Sex.”
I said, “You just told me that sex with a man is nothing?”
Anne looked at me intently and said, “Sex with Randy and me.”
“What!”
Anne continued, “A threesome orgy is just the thing that should hook you. The family disgrace, your friends, it would be horrible. That’s what they want. That is what they look for and they would expect it to be a winner.”
I was stunned. Surprisingly, I wasn’t embarrassed at first. Without thinking I blurted, “But I haven’t had sex in over 3 years; how could I do that; what would I do?”
Anne replied, “It should look somewhat unplanned and for you it should appear that Randy and I are taking advantage of an insecure female caught in a situation that you could not handle. We would orchestrate the tryst so that it appeared as if you got caught in an evening of unplanned passion and sex. Something you would never do, but did. And it would be something that you would never do again. That’s the ideal blackmail situation; when someone gets caught doing something that they would never do in their day to day life.”
Anne, watching me closely asked, “Do you want to think about it?”
Almost hypnotized by the moment — my thoughts raced over what I was being told until I heard myself say, “I will do it.”
I never went into any type of deep thought about the answer. I said yes, and I committed myself to performing. I was nervous, but nervous that I would not do well, rather than I was doing it at all. Later that day I thought about what was going to happen. I was going to be naked in front of both Anne and Randy. They would do things to my body that I had never experienced before. How would I control myself? What would I feel?
Chapter 2
Weeks went by. Several times Randy or Anne said it might be next week, but then it was called off. Not only did the opposition have to know where Randy was going and where he was staying, but they had to have the means to bug and video the room. We could neither make it too easy, nor make it too hard. So three or four attempts went bad.
Finally Randy called me. He was in Paris. He said a key word and then continued, “I need two files—the Alpha II recap and the preliminary Delta report. Neither is sensitive enough to require an armed courier, but the protocol says that an employee from E Section must carry them. Are you free to fly over on the night flight, stay a night, and return?”
My voice catching replied, “Yes, no problem.”
Randy replied, “Excellent. Go to transportation and on my verbal orders have them make plane arrangements and hotel reservations where I am staying.” Without another word he hung up.
I arrived at DeGaulle early in the morning. I used my college French to direct the taxi to the hotel, and checked in. I was tired. I had not been able to sleep on the overnight flight. The inability to sleep might have been the newness of flying to a foreign country…or maybe I was afraid of what was about to happen. In either case, I was tired and apprehensive.
I immediately took a shower and then, overwhelmed, went to sleep since my meeting with Randy was not until five o’clock that evening. My alarm went off at four o’clock and I took another shower to wake up. I was feeling better, but still nervous. Standing before the mirror I looked at my naked body. My breasts stood out. I touched my nipples lightly and as I was watching, the nipples hardened. It brought a flush to me face.
I dressed in a simple black dress with straps leaving my shoulders bare. The bra and panties were standard issue. After all, I did not know what I was getting into.
At the same time Randy and Anne were in his mini-suite. The king-size bed, rare in Europe, took up two-thirds of the room and there was a small sitting area in front of the bed with a small couch and chair facing the television.
The conversation between Randy and Anne had been normal business. Nothing confidential was said as was expected among professionals. Randy, winking at Anne finally said, “So we have Katie with us tonight. What do you think?”
Anne replied, “She is your assistant--she is used to doing what you say. However, she certainly doesn’t throw her body around the office, although she really has a spectacular figure. I suggest we have a few drinks and see if the ice princess is really made of ice. If she doesn’t react appropriately, then maybe it’s you and me again—not the end of the world, is it?”
Randy replied, “Of course not Anne. Sex with you has always been spectacular.”
I knocked on Randy’s door at five o’clock. Anne opened the door and said, “Exactly on time. How was your trip?”
I replied, “Long, but no problems other than I had to show them my temporary courier identification to prevent security from searching the briefcase.”
Anne looked behind me to a man that had walked up and said, “Here is the package. Please take it to the office, secure it, and then you are free for the night.”
The man took the briefcase and left without a word.
Randy appeared and said, “I’m hungry and we all have had a rough 24 hours. I suggest we have a good meal and call it a day.”
We never left the hotel. The hotel restaurant was fantastic. Randy and Anne both spoke very good French and took over. They ordered for themselves and on my request, also ordered sole meunire for me. Randy took his time and then ordered two wines — a merlot and white chardonnay.
We sipped the wines, kept the conversation going, and then had the meal presented to us in the traditional French restaurant way. It was perfect, but I was nervous. Randy and Anne acted as if this was nothing more than a business meal. They talked, made small jokes, and never showed any inclination that this was other than fun. I, on the other hand, remained apprehensive. What was coming?
The first couple of glasses of wine did nothing to me. Somewhere between the third and fourth glass of wine, I relaxed. I laughed at the jokes. I tried to tell a few, but always missed the punch line.
Then Randy stood up and said, “Let’s have a nightcap upstairs, and then all of us get a good night’s sleep.” We agreed and followed him to his room.
Randy immediately made the drinks. My drink was strong and did not taste as good as the wine. I sat on the couch with my back to the bed. Randy was in the chair and Anne sat next to me.
Anne said, “You really look like the trip has caught up with you. Are you tired”?
I replied, “Yes, the eight hour flight, a short nap, and then the wine and dinner have been fun, but tiring. How do you and Randy put up with this type of traveling week after week?”
Anne said, “A big part of handling the travel is learning how to relax. Let me give you a shoulder massage to ease the strain and then off to bed you go.”
Without another word Anne got up and walked behind the couch and lightly touched my shoulders. I think I jumped a little. She griped my shoulders, squeezed and started massaging them. For a few minutes her hands worked on my bare shoulders and neck. Her hands were soft and she knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make my body relax. I looked at Randy who returned my look. I read nothing in his face.
Without my being aware, my shoulder straps had been pushed aside and Anne continued to massage my bare shoulders, neck and upper arms. It was comfortable and I closed my eyes. I felt her hands pull the back zipper down to reveal more of my shoulders and back. Her hands went farther down my back and chest. Finally her fingers lightly touched the top of my breasts. I involuntarily squeezed my legs together. I had to force myself not to reach and stop her hands.
There was dead silence in the room. Her hands were feathers as they continued to go back and forth over my chest and upper breasts. Then her hands went deeper. Her fingers slipped under my bra and lightly caressed my nipples. I moaned quietly my head back against the couch, my hands at my side.
For minutes Anne silently massaged my back, shoulders, and breasts. At some point she unclasped my bra. I was barely awake, but her hands were starting to arouse my body. My legs parted slightly and I no longer wanted Anne to stop.
“Like what,” I countered, “Taking Randy to bed with me?”
Anne answered, “You are missing the point. A man and an unmarried women having sex happens every day. If it were to become known that you were going to bed with Randy, it might be unpleasant for you, but most people would not think it was extraordinary or very shameful.”
I replied, “Well if it isn’t having sex with Randy, what do you want me to do?”
For the first time since I met Anne, she looked hesitant. I had never seen Anne when she wasn’t in complete control, but now she had lost that confidence. She started to say something and stopped. She started again and stopped again. She blushed.
Finally Anne said, “This is my idea. It is probably a dumb idea, and I can’t believe I put it on the table, but I did. When Randy goes on a non-sensitive mission, he is watched all the way. His room is bugged, and lately his hotel room has had secret cameras recording his every move. Obviously, they are hoping for a blackmail situation, and obviously Randy knows and avoids it. Since his wife died in a car accident, he has never dated nor messed around. I know. I tried.”
Anne continued, “We want to create a situation where they try to blackmail Randy. We think, however, that you will end up the real target.”
I asked, “Target me for what? Doing what?”
Anne waited a moment. Then she said, “With your family background — the achiever in your family — a disgrace to you would be devastating. They would expect you to do anything to avoid that disgrace. That’s what we are counting on.”
I repeated, “Do what?”
Anne said, “Sex.”
I said, “You just told me that sex with a man is nothing?”
Anne looked at me intently and said, “Sex with Randy and me.”
“What!”
Anne continued, “A threesome orgy is just the thing that should hook you. The family disgrace, your friends, it would be horrible. That’s what they want. That is what they look for and they would expect it to be a winner.”
I was stunned. Surprisingly, I wasn’t embarrassed at first. Without thinking I blurted, “But I haven’t had sex in over 3 years; how could I do that; what would I do?”
Anne replied, “It should look somewhat unplanned and for you it should appear that Randy and I are taking advantage of an insecure female caught in a situation that you could not handle. We would orchestrate the tryst so that it appeared as if you got caught in an evening of unplanned passion and sex. Something you would never do, but did. And it would be something that you would never do again. That’s the ideal blackmail situation; when someone gets caught doing something that they would never do in their day to day life.”
Anne, watching me closely asked, “Do you want to think about it?”
Almost hypnotized by the moment — my thoughts raced over what I was being told until I heard myself say, “I will do it.”
I never went into any type of deep thought about the answer. I said yes, and I committed myself to performing. I was nervous, but nervous that I would not do well, rather than I was doing it at all. Later that day I thought about what was going to happen. I was going to be naked in front of both Anne and Randy. They would do things to my body that I had never experienced before. How would I control myself? What would I feel?
Chapter 2
Weeks went by. Several times Randy or Anne said it might be next week, but then it was called off. Not only did the opposition have to know where Randy was going and where he was staying, but they had to have the means to bug and video the room. We could neither make it too easy, nor make it too hard. So three or four attempts went bad.
Finally Randy called me. He was in Paris. He said a key word and then continued, “I need two files—the Alpha II recap and the preliminary Delta report. Neither is sensitive enough to require an armed courier, but the protocol says that an employee from E Section must carry them. Are you free to fly over on the night flight, stay a night, and return?”
My voice catching replied, “Yes, no problem.”
Randy replied, “Excellent. Go to transportation and on my verbal orders have them make plane arrangements and hotel reservations where I am staying.” Without another word he hung up.
I arrived at DeGaulle early in the morning. I used my college French to direct the taxi to the hotel, and checked in. I was tired. I had not been able to sleep on the overnight flight. The inability to sleep might have been the newness of flying to a foreign country…or maybe I was afraid of what was about to happen. In either case, I was tired and apprehensive.
I immediately took a shower and then, overwhelmed, went to sleep since my meeting with Randy was not until five o’clock that evening. My alarm went off at four o’clock and I took another shower to wake up. I was feeling better, but still nervous. Standing before the mirror I looked at my naked body. My breasts stood out. I touched my nipples lightly and as I was watching, the nipples hardened. It brought a flush to me face.
I dressed in a simple black dress with straps leaving my shoulders bare. The bra and panties were standard issue. After all, I did not know what I was getting into.
At the same time Randy and Anne were in his mini-suite. The king-size bed, rare in Europe, took up two-thirds of the room and there was a small sitting area in front of the bed with a small couch and chair facing the television.
The conversation between Randy and Anne had been normal business. Nothing confidential was said as was expected among professionals. Randy, winking at Anne finally said, “So we have Katie with us tonight. What do you think?”
Anne replied, “She is your assistant--she is used to doing what you say. However, she certainly doesn’t throw her body around the office, although she really has a spectacular figure. I suggest we have a few drinks and see if the ice princess is really made of ice. If she doesn’t react appropriately, then maybe it’s you and me again—not the end of the world, is it?”
Randy replied, “Of course not Anne. Sex with you has always been spectacular.”
I knocked on Randy’s door at five o’clock. Anne opened the door and said, “Exactly on time. How was your trip?”
I replied, “Long, but no problems other than I had to show them my temporary courier identification to prevent security from searching the briefcase.”
Anne looked behind me to a man that had walked up and said, “Here is the package. Please take it to the office, secure it, and then you are free for the night.”
The man took the briefcase and left without a word.
Randy appeared and said, “I’m hungry and we all have had a rough 24 hours. I suggest we have a good meal and call it a day.”
We never left the hotel. The hotel restaurant was fantastic. Randy and Anne both spoke very good French and took over. They ordered for themselves and on my request, also ordered sole meunire for me. Randy took his time and then ordered two wines — a merlot and white chardonnay.
We sipped the wines, kept the conversation going, and then had the meal presented to us in the traditional French restaurant way. It was perfect, but I was nervous. Randy and Anne acted as if this was nothing more than a business meal. They talked, made small jokes, and never showed any inclination that this was other than fun. I, on the other hand, remained apprehensive. What was coming?
The first couple of glasses of wine did nothing to me. Somewhere between the third and fourth glass of wine, I relaxed. I laughed at the jokes. I tried to tell a few, but always missed the punch line.
Then Randy stood up and said, “Let’s have a nightcap upstairs, and then all of us get a good night’s sleep.” We agreed and followed him to his room.
Randy immediately made the drinks. My drink was strong and did not taste as good as the wine. I sat on the couch with my back to the bed. Randy was in the chair and Anne sat next to me.
Anne said, “You really look like the trip has caught up with you. Are you tired”?
I replied, “Yes, the eight hour flight, a short nap, and then the wine and dinner have been fun, but tiring. How do you and Randy put up with this type of traveling week after week?”
Anne said, “A big part of handling the travel is learning how to relax. Let me give you a shoulder massage to ease the strain and then off to bed you go.”
Without another word Anne got up and walked behind the couch and lightly touched my shoulders. I think I jumped a little. She griped my shoulders, squeezed and started massaging them. For a few minutes her hands worked on my bare shoulders and neck. Her hands were soft and she knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make my body relax. I looked at Randy who returned my look. I read nothing in his face.
Without my being aware, my shoulder straps had been pushed aside and Anne continued to massage my bare shoulders, neck and upper arms. It was comfortable and I closed my eyes. I felt her hands pull the back zipper down to reveal more of my shoulders and back. Her hands went farther down my back and chest. Finally her fingers lightly touched the top of my breasts. I involuntarily squeezed my legs together. I had to force myself not to reach and stop her hands.
There was dead silence in the room. Her hands were feathers as they continued to go back and forth over my chest and upper breasts. Then her hands went deeper. Her fingers slipped under my bra and lightly caressed my nipples. I moaned quietly my head back against the couch, my hands at my side.
For minutes Anne silently massaged my back, shoulders, and breasts. At some point she unclasped my bra. I was barely awake, but her hands were starting to arouse my body. My legs parted slightly and I no longer wanted Anne to stop.
Anne finally unzipped the back of my dress so that it lay at my waist. Her fingers lightly cupped the bottom of my breasts lifting them slightly while her thumbs gently kneaded my nipples that were now hard points of sensitivity. She leaned over my shoulders and lightly kissed each nipple and then went back and gently sucked them. I whimpered and I could feel the moisture invade my panties.
Anne softly said, “This is such an awkward position; come with me to the bed.” Not waiting for an answer, she came around the couch. She put her arms around me and pulled me upright. When I was standing, she kissed me on the lips. I tried to return the kiss, but her face was no longer there.
Anne led me to the bed and gently eased me down on my back. Anne then lay on her side next to me on the bed and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue pressured me and I opened my mouth. Our tongues probed each other. She kissed my neck and breasts and then started teasing my nipples with her tongue and lips. I moaned and without thinking spread my legs and arched my back.
Anne said, “You look so uncomfortable with the dress around your waist.” “Let me remove it.” She did so without waiting for an answer. Anne repeatedly kissed me alternating between my mouth and my breasts. Her fingers continued their soft caressing. I felt her hands on my stomach and then they caressed my hips. Her fingers touched the top of my panties and started to slip inside them.
Without warning, I felt two hands on my thighs. They couldn’t be Anne’s. It must be Randy. I felt a light kiss on each thigh. Then the kisses went up and down my legs, each time getting closer to my inner thighs. I must have closed my legs, since at some point I heard his voice say “Just relax.” Without waiting, he brought his hands up to my panties which were now soaked, and slowly drew them down my legs. Anne, sensing my excitement, deeply kissed me and I returned it.
I felt Randy’s hands under my hips as he lifted and put a pillow under me. Now I was fully exposed and open to his assault. His tongue worked his way up my inner thighs and then to my vagina. I knew I was wet. His fingers slowing parted my outer lips while his tongue went up and down and explored my inner parts. I was dying for release. My moans were becoming louder. Finally his tongue found my clit and started to play with it. He was driving me crazy. I became louder until Anne kissed me again and covered my mouth with hers.
In a few moments I exploded. My climax was much more powerful then anything my own fingers had ever generated. Even my old boyfriend’s attempts at pleasure had been nothing compared to the pleasure that raced through my body. I pushed my hips into Randy’s face for what seemed to be forever, until finally my energies were exhausted. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Anne’s eyes. Her face was flushed with a sensual look that could not be misunderstood. She was excited.
Anne said “Maybe you would like to see how it feels when a woman turns another woman on.” Anne continued, “Your body is so beautiful. Please use it to make me come.”
I was still aroused, but Anne’s words brought me up short. What do I do? How should I do it? And worse, this is on camera. I am supposed to be depraved.
I turned to Anne and kissed her on the lips. She no longer had any clothes on other than her panties. I have no idea when her clothes had come off. I kissed her breasts. I sucked her nipples. I loved that feeling. I continued to suck and heard her start to moan. I then kissed her down to her belly button. I kissed and probed her belly button with my tongue. She continued to moan. Then I started down to her hips. I kissed and licked her hips—they were so smooth. I spent time on her hips. I couldn’t get enough of her smooth skin.
I lightly ran my hand over her wet panties and squeezed. Anne whispered, “Yes.” I saw some blond hair edging out from her panties. I slowly slipped my fingers around the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down her legs exposing her to me.
I kissed her on the lips again; then her breasts. I licked slow circles around her nipples. Slowing I kissed her body down to her inner thighs. I spread her legs. She was very wet. I lightly kissed her cunt hair. I took some hair into my teeth and pulled lightly. I then began to be very aroused. I spread her lips with my fingers and slowly ran my tongue the length of her. My tongue continued to lick her. The taste was slightly salty, but the loud moan from Anne when I licked her erased any thought of taste from my mouth—I wanted to please her, to give her all the passion she had given me. I licked and licked. She moaned “please do me I am dying.” I took her clit between my lips and pleasured her with my tongue faster and faster. She came almost instantly, her hips thrashing into my face. Finally her body was still.
We were frozen in time. Then I heard Randy’s voice. “Am I the odd person out, or can someone please help me out of a very uncomfortable position?” I had forgotten he was even in the room. Anne got up from the bed and said, “Randy, just stand there for a moment and you will win your prize.”
Anne approached and gave him a firm, deep kiss, and then she slowly undressed him. When she came to his shorts I could see they were already wet with a widening circle of liquid. She pulled his shorts down and exposed his erection which was enormous. Obviously, watching Anne and me had brought him to a high state of arousal.
Anne, ever the boss, said to me, “Lie on the bed and get comfortable.” She brought Randy to the bed and said, “She is already wet. I think it would be wonderful if you can make her come again.” Anne left him and joined me on the bed. Her hands and mouth went back to my breasts.
My body was beginning to search for release yet again. Anne’s kisses were killing me. Randy started touching me. He gently pushed his finger into me and then pulled out. I moaned, “Please make me feel good.” Anne picked up on that and said, “What do you mean?”
I answered “Please.”
Anne repeated louder, “What do you mean?”
I moaned, “Please fuck me … I need him inside me.”
I felt his penis enter me. He entered slowly and then pulled out. I moaned. He entered again. My hips came up. He pulled out. I was crying with frustration. He entered again and my hips rose again to meet him. He then started to push in, but then slowly pull out. He was teasing my body and my body was responding, but he wouldn’t let me come. Anne kept kissing me. Her soft fingers were everywhere; first on my breasts, then lightly rubbing my clit, and then back to my nipples. I was going crazy. Randy toyed with my body for many minutes. How he could do that I will never know. I was screaming for release. I had never felt like this before. Deep within my body was an overpowering desire for release. The wanton desire was becoming stronger and stronger, and yet Randy still would not let me come.
At some point I lost control. As he continued to tease my body, guttural sounds of wanton sexuality came from me…pleading for fulfillment that my body was demanding. I desperately arched my hips trying to get more of him into me.
Anne’s mouth was now covering mine to keep my noise within the room. Finally, I sensed the final plunge as he drove himself into me. His penis was pulsating within me. My hips bucked up trying to bring even another inch of him into me. My body could wait no longer, nor could his. I started screaming. His sperm shot into me. My hips bucked repeatedly. I couldn’t stop. I came and came and came.
Finally, all motion stopped. I was exhausted. After a few minutes or many minutes I slowly returned to some form of consciousness. Anne finally suggested we should all take showers and get some sleep. I showered with Anne, and Randy was there with a towel to slowly dry me.
All three of us shared the bed that night. Randy was in the middle. Just before going to sleep I felt Randy’s hand find mine. He slowly squeezed it.
During the night I awoke to find Randy awake and staring at me. He quietly asked, “How are you?” I took him into my mouth and did the best I could to show him. He came; I swallowed, and felt good.
We all left the hotel the next day — me to return to the office, Randy and Anne to their assignments.
Five days went by and the office routine was normal. Randy was due back in three days, and Anne a few days later.
That night I was returning to my apartment and waited for the elevator door to open. When it did, a man was inside, but he did not exit. I wasn’t sure what to do, but he said “You are Ms. Katie.”
I said, “I don’t know you.”
He replied with a light foreign accent and superior tone, “But I know you quite well. In fact, here are some pictures to show how well I know you.”
I looked at what he offered and the first picture I saw was me sucking Randy with cum running down my chin. The next picture was Anne and me, and everything we did. I blushed and asked “What are you doing?”
“Ms. Katie,” said this well-dressed man, “A spy is a spy but you are a civilian who has been caught with decadent spies. Your boss Mr. Randy and Ms. Anne took advantage of you and then cast you aside. That is the life of spies. Unfortunately for you, we received these pictures. Pictures of Anne and Randy would have been enough for us, but you seem to be in them also. You really are quite a sexual animal. I might add that these pictures do no justice to the film that shows every detail.”
He continued, “We don’t want to show every detail. However, if we choose to keep these pictures private, we expect some information from you from time to time. We will never hurt Mr. Randy, but we really want to know where his trips are taking him.”
His eyes were watching my eyes as he said, “So as a test today, if you tell us what country Mr.
Anne softly said, “This is such an awkward position; come with me to the bed.” Not waiting for an answer, she came around the couch. She put her arms around me and pulled me upright. When I was standing, she kissed me on the lips. I tried to return the kiss, but her face was no longer there.
Anne led me to the bed and gently eased me down on my back. Anne then lay on her side next to me on the bed and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue pressured me and I opened my mouth. Our tongues probed each other. She kissed my neck and breasts and then started teasing my nipples with her tongue and lips. I moaned and without thinking spread my legs and arched my back.
Anne said, “You look so uncomfortable with the dress around your waist.” “Let me remove it.” She did so without waiting for an answer. Anne repeatedly kissed me alternating between my mouth and my breasts. Her fingers continued their soft caressing. I felt her hands on my stomach and then they caressed my hips. Her fingers touched the top of my panties and started to slip inside them.
Without warning, I felt two hands on my thighs. They couldn’t be Anne’s. It must be Randy. I felt a light kiss on each thigh. Then the kisses went up and down my legs, each time getting closer to my inner thighs. I must have closed my legs, since at some point I heard his voice say “Just relax.” Without waiting, he brought his hands up to my panties which were now soaked, and slowly drew them down my legs. Anne, sensing my excitement, deeply kissed me and I returned it.
I felt Randy’s hands under my hips as he lifted and put a pillow under me. Now I was fully exposed and open to his assault. His tongue worked his way up my inner thighs and then to my vagina. I knew I was wet. His fingers slowing parted my outer lips while his tongue went up and down and explored my inner parts. I was dying for release. My moans were becoming louder. Finally his tongue found my clit and started to play with it. He was driving me crazy. I became louder until Anne kissed me again and covered my mouth with hers.
In a few moments I exploded. My climax was much more powerful then anything my own fingers had ever generated. Even my old boyfriend’s attempts at pleasure had been nothing compared to the pleasure that raced through my body. I pushed my hips into Randy’s face for what seemed to be forever, until finally my energies were exhausted. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Anne’s eyes. Her face was flushed with a sensual look that could not be misunderstood. She was excited.
Anne said “Maybe you would like to see how it feels when a woman turns another woman on.” Anne continued, “Your body is so beautiful. Please use it to make me come.”
I was still aroused, but Anne’s words brought me up short. What do I do? How should I do it? And worse, this is on camera. I am supposed to be depraved.
I turned to Anne and kissed her on the lips. She no longer had any clothes on other than her panties. I have no idea when her clothes had come off. I kissed her breasts. I sucked her nipples. I loved that feeling. I continued to suck and heard her start to moan. I then kissed her down to her belly button. I kissed and probed her belly button with my tongue. She continued to moan. Then I started down to her hips. I kissed and licked her hips—they were so smooth. I spent time on her hips. I couldn’t get enough of her smooth skin.
I lightly ran my hand over her wet panties and squeezed. Anne whispered, “Yes.” I saw some blond hair edging out from her panties. I slowly slipped my fingers around the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down her legs exposing her to me.
I kissed her on the lips again; then her breasts. I licked slow circles around her nipples. Slowing I kissed her body down to her inner thighs. I spread her legs. She was very wet. I lightly kissed her cunt hair. I took some hair into my teeth and pulled lightly. I then began to be very aroused. I spread her lips with my fingers and slowly ran my tongue the length of her. My tongue continued to lick her. The taste was slightly salty, but the loud moan from Anne when I licked her erased any thought of taste from my mouth—I wanted to please her, to give her all the passion she had given me. I licked and licked. She moaned “please do me I am dying.” I took her clit between my lips and pleasured her with my tongue faster and faster. She came almost instantly, her hips thrashing into my face. Finally her body was still.
We were frozen in time. Then I heard Randy’s voice. “Am I the odd person out, or can someone please help me out of a very uncomfortable position?” I had forgotten he was even in the room. Anne got up from the bed and said, “Randy, just stand there for a moment and you will win your prize.”
Anne approached and gave him a firm, deep kiss, and then she slowly undressed him. When she came to his shorts I could see they were already wet with a widening circle of liquid. She pulled his shorts down and exposed his erection which was enormous. Obviously, watching Anne and me had brought him to a high state of arousal.
Anne, ever the boss, said to me, “Lie on the bed and get comfortable.” She brought Randy to the bed and said, “She is already wet. I think it would be wonderful if you can make her come again.” Anne left him and joined me on the bed. Her hands and mouth went back to my breasts.
My body was beginning to search for release yet again. Anne’s kisses were killing me. Randy started touching me. He gently pushed his finger into me and then pulled out. I moaned, “Please make me feel good.” Anne picked up on that and said, “What do you mean?”
I answered “Please.”
Anne repeated louder, “What do you mean?”
I moaned, “Please fuck me … I need him inside me.”
I felt his penis enter me. He entered slowly and then pulled out. I moaned. He entered again. My hips came up. He pulled out. I was crying with frustration. He entered again and my hips rose again to meet him. He then started to push in, but then slowly pull out. He was teasing my body and my body was responding, but he wouldn’t let me come. Anne kept kissing me. Her soft fingers were everywhere; first on my breasts, then lightly rubbing my clit, and then back to my nipples. I was going crazy. Randy toyed with my body for many minutes. How he could do that I will never know. I was screaming for release. I had never felt like this before. Deep within my body was an overpowering desire for release. The wanton desire was becoming stronger and stronger, and yet Randy still would not let me come.
At some point I lost control. As he continued to tease my body, guttural sounds of wanton sexuality came from me…pleading for fulfillment that my body was demanding. I desperately arched my hips trying to get more of him into me.
Anne’s mouth was now covering mine to keep my noise within the room. Finally, I sensed the final plunge as he drove himself into me. His penis was pulsating within me. My hips bucked up trying to bring even another inch of him into me. My body could wait no longer, nor could his. I started screaming. His sperm shot into me. My hips bucked repeatedly. I couldn’t stop. I came and came and came.
Finally, all motion stopped. I was exhausted. After a few minutes or many minutes I slowly returned to some form of consciousness. Anne finally suggested we should all take showers and get some sleep. I showered with Anne, and Randy was there with a towel to slowly dry me.
All three of us shared the bed that night. Randy was in the middle. Just before going to sleep I felt Randy’s hand find mine. He slowly squeezed it.
During the night I awoke to find Randy awake and staring at me. He quietly asked, “How are you?” I took him into my mouth and did the best I could to show him. He came; I swallowed, and felt good.
We all left the hotel the next day — me to return to the office, Randy and Anne to their assignments.
Five days went by and the office routine was normal. Randy was due back in three days, and Anne a few days later.
That night I was returning to my apartment and waited for the elevator door to open. When it did, a man was inside, but he did not exit. I wasn’t sure what to do, but he said “You are Ms. Katie.”
I said, “I don’t know you.”
He replied with a light foreign accent and superior tone, “But I know you quite well. In fact, here are some pictures to show how well I know you.”
I looked at what he offered and the first picture I saw was me sucking Randy with cum running down my chin. The next picture was Anne and me, and everything we did. I blushed and asked “What are you doing?”
“Ms. Katie,” said this well-dressed man, “A spy is a spy but you are a civilian who has been caught with decadent spies. Your boss Mr. Randy and Ms. Anne took advantage of you and then cast you aside. That is the life of spies. Unfortunately for you, we received these pictures. Pictures of Anne and Randy would have been enough for us, but you seem to be in them also. You really are quite a sexual animal. I might add that these pictures do no justice to the film that shows every detail.”
He continued, “We don’t want to show every detail. However, if we choose to keep these pictures private, we expect some information from you from time to time. We will never hurt Mr. Randy, but we really want to know where his trips are taking him.”
His eyes were watching my eyes as he said, “So as a test today, if you tell us what country Mr.
Randy is in now, we will not send the pictures and VCR tape to your important people. I see the look on your face. What important people? Your parents, your brother and sister, and we have found the addresses of 21 of your 25 sorority sisters. And of course your position in the agency might be at some risk when your director sees your enthusiasm for deviant sexual activity.
“So where is Mr. Randy today, Ms Katie?”
I hesitated, looked at him and looked down, and softly said, “Poland.”
He replied, “You are correct, we already knew that since this was only a test. We will be in contact with you and ask the same question. No one will ever know except us. Please don’t lie to us or the pictures will be delivered.”
He started to exit the elevator and stopped. He looked at me and said, “I hope your little orgasms were worth it?”
I watched him as he walked through the lobby and whispered to myself, “YES!”
Randy would return today and I was nervous… no, better make that terrified. I had not seen Randy and Anne since that night in Paris. They had continued on their respective trips while I returned home. Randy had been told about the blackmail meeting, but had continued on his planned trip. Why make it obvious to the opposition that something had happened by rushing back to the office. Randy did contact Anne and ordered her back to the office to arrive the same day that he returned. He had called a meeting. The only people invited were Anne and I.
I was apprehensive and scared. Both of them must have known I was not acting, but rather had sunk to a level of debauchery that had shocked me. What did they think of me now?
Randy was in his inner office when I arrived. Anne was right behind me as we both went into Randy’s office and sat down.
Randy said, “Katie, why don’t you go over what happened during your encounter with the blackmailer. Try to tell us everything you remember; what he looked like, what exactly did he say, and how did you answer him.”
And so the debriefing began. I never thought that a meeting that lasted five minutes would take 2 hours to describe. I told them everything that happened, but then Anne would ask a question and I would remember something else. Obviously, Randy and Anne were highly skilled at extracting every bit of information from a person. When their questions were finally finished Randy said to Anne, “I think we set the hook really deep. Katie is going to be their prime asset.”
Anne replied, “I agree, and I’m guessing once they get comfortable with Katie they will ask her to do more and more for them. We should be ready.”
Randy thought for a moment and then said, “The first thing we need to do is to give Katie instructions on what she should say when they approach her next. I have thought about it and the best thing is for us to give Katie a list of countries. When they ask her where I am going, she should name the first country on the list. We can feed them a little bit in each of the three countries. What we show them will look solid, but the information won’t harm us at all.
“You might be right Anne that they will ask Katie to do more, but until that happens, the best thing we can do is to prepare Katie for the initial approaches.”
Turning to me Randy asked, “Are you comfortable that you can feed them the countries we give you and make it believable?”
I replied, “I am positive he believed me for the first test. The pictures were so explicit that I was shocked, and I am sure he read my reaction as one of surprise and embarrassment. I know I can do that again.”
Randy said, “Excellent. Now we only have one subject left to discuss. I have thought about this and believe it would be a serious mistake not to talk it out.
“We had extreme sex together. We can’t ignore that it happened. If we don’t talk about that night between us I am afraid some unsaid item would fester over time. We can’t let that happen.
“Anne, do you have any problems with what we did that night?”
Anne looked surprised. She obviously had not expected the subject to come up at this meeting and with all of us together. She thought for a moment and said, “I like sex and have a pretty open mind about the pleasure it gives. However, I have never been with a woman before and I thought it would be awkward. When I touched Katie the first time she jumped and so did I. When my fingers first touched her breasts, she moaned and I have to admit that the sound turned me on. I loved making her come. And when she made me come, I lost it. It was the most erotic experience I have had in some time. Given a choice, a man is my first wish, but the experience with Katie showed me an alternative pleasure which I liked.
“So by the time you went to Katie, my inhibitions were long gone. When you played with her body, I became more and more aroused. When Katie and you finally came, it was an amazing sight.”
Anne blushed and then said, “You didn’t see it, but I made myself come just to get some release after watching you two.”
Anne looked at me. It was my turn. Randy had been smart to ask Anne to talk first. I never could have expressed my sexual feelings without someone else talking first. Anne’s frankness helped me to talk about that night.
I started, “I had very little sexual experience before that night. Sex with my old boyfriend was some foreplay, a quick penetration, and he came. I never came unless I did it to myself.
“That night in the hotel was extraordinary. I never thought my body could crave something so much. I never thought I could be attracted to a female, but Anne was wonderful. Then you fucked me…” I turned red and stuttered, “I can’t believe I said that word in front of you two.”
Randy interrupted, “Was this experience repugnant to you?”
I thought for a second and replied, “No, just the opposite. Because of my introduction to it, my attitude towards sex was extreme in some areas and just plain wrong in others. It wasn’t until I heard Anne talk just now that I realized the truth — I enjoyed that night in Paris… a lot. It was fun to make Anne come and what you did to me was wonderful.”
Randy smiled at my statement and said, “I think it was important for you to admit that sex can give pleasure, and in some cases, extreme pleasure.
“I admit that watching you and Anne was sexual torture to me. Every man has a fantasy to see two women enjoy each other, but the dream is supposed to end in release. For a while I was worried that my release would never come unless I did it to myself.
“In any case I am glad we talked about that evening. Now we have to go back to work. Obviously, Katie and I have to remain apart from each other. She should appear to remain my administrative assistant. On the other hand, Anne doesn’t have the same restriction. My feeling is that you two should develop a visible friendship with each other so that if things start to happen, Anne can be considered by the opposition as a conduit for information. Maybe Katie should start going with you to the gym after work, then dinners or visits to each other’s apartments to show the visible friendship.
“Katie, I have no doubt that you will be contacted. Where that leads us is not predictable, but I hope it gives us an opportunity to upset their organization.”
And so my life as a spy began to develop. I was contacted two weeks later by the same person who had been at my apartment. He asked about Randy’s next trip, and as planned, I gave him the country that Randy had named for my first contact.
It was a brief contact. I asked him his name and he said, “Call me Peter.”
His only other message to me was that as long as I continued to co-operate with him, the pictures of my orgy would not be sent to my parents and friends.
Anne and I were now working out in the gym twice a week. Anne’s workout suit was tight shorts and a combination sports bra and halter. She looked extremely attractive as she went through her workout, and I saw many of the men sneaking peeks at her when they thought no one was looking.
The first night I went to the gym Anne introduced me to her personal trainer. He was a six feet two inch blond male without an ounce of fat on him. I was ready, maybe even hoping for some type of hit from him, but none came. He very professionally assessed my physical strengths and weaknesses and then created a work out schedule for me that would tone and strengthen my body. After a few weeks of self-imposed embarrassment about working out at all, I began to enjoy it. I could feel my body respond to the exercises and I became comfortable.
The first few times after our workouts, Anne and I showered at the gym and then went to dinner at nearby restaurants. The dinners were fun. Anne and I became friends and could now talk about any subject that seemed interesting. She told me how she grew up in a Midwestern state on a farm, and I told her about my past experiences.
As we were dressing after our latest workout, Anne looked at me and said, “Instead of going to a restaurant tonight, why don’t you come over to my place? I have enough for a salad and I bought two steaks that we can barbecue.”
I replied, “That would be great. Restaurants are fun, but not all the time, and after three years of not trying to make friends, my apartment gets to feel pretty small some times.”
Anne told me the directions to her place, and said to follow her so that she could open the garage door in her apartment where there was guest parking. Her apartment was only five miles away and I was able to follow her without any problems. Her apartment was a relatively new 20 story building. She lived on the sixteenth floor facing the center of the city. The apartment had two bedrooms, the second of which she had made into an office.
“So where is Mr. Randy today, Ms Katie?”
I hesitated, looked at him and looked down, and softly said, “Poland.”
He replied, “You are correct, we already knew that since this was only a test. We will be in contact with you and ask the same question. No one will ever know except us. Please don’t lie to us or the pictures will be delivered.”
He started to exit the elevator and stopped. He looked at me and said, “I hope your little orgasms were worth it?”
I watched him as he walked through the lobby and whispered to myself, “YES!”
Randy would return today and I was nervous… no, better make that terrified. I had not seen Randy and Anne since that night in Paris. They had continued on their respective trips while I returned home. Randy had been told about the blackmail meeting, but had continued on his planned trip. Why make it obvious to the opposition that something had happened by rushing back to the office. Randy did contact Anne and ordered her back to the office to arrive the same day that he returned. He had called a meeting. The only people invited were Anne and I.
I was apprehensive and scared. Both of them must have known I was not acting, but rather had sunk to a level of debauchery that had shocked me. What did they think of me now?
Randy was in his inner office when I arrived. Anne was right behind me as we both went into Randy’s office and sat down.
Randy said, “Katie, why don’t you go over what happened during your encounter with the blackmailer. Try to tell us everything you remember; what he looked like, what exactly did he say, and how did you answer him.”
And so the debriefing began. I never thought that a meeting that lasted five minutes would take 2 hours to describe. I told them everything that happened, but then Anne would ask a question and I would remember something else. Obviously, Randy and Anne were highly skilled at extracting every bit of information from a person. When their questions were finally finished Randy said to Anne, “I think we set the hook really deep. Katie is going to be their prime asset.”
Anne replied, “I agree, and I’m guessing once they get comfortable with Katie they will ask her to do more and more for them. We should be ready.”
Randy thought for a moment and then said, “The first thing we need to do is to give Katie instructions on what she should say when they approach her next. I have thought about it and the best thing is for us to give Katie a list of countries. When they ask her where I am going, she should name the first country on the list. We can feed them a little bit in each of the three countries. What we show them will look solid, but the information won’t harm us at all.
“You might be right Anne that they will ask Katie to do more, but until that happens, the best thing we can do is to prepare Katie for the initial approaches.”
Turning to me Randy asked, “Are you comfortable that you can feed them the countries we give you and make it believable?”
I replied, “I am positive he believed me for the first test. The pictures were so explicit that I was shocked, and I am sure he read my reaction as one of surprise and embarrassment. I know I can do that again.”
Randy said, “Excellent. Now we only have one subject left to discuss. I have thought about this and believe it would be a serious mistake not to talk it out.
“We had extreme sex together. We can’t ignore that it happened. If we don’t talk about that night between us I am afraid some unsaid item would fester over time. We can’t let that happen.
“Anne, do you have any problems with what we did that night?”
Anne looked surprised. She obviously had not expected the subject to come up at this meeting and with all of us together. She thought for a moment and said, “I like sex and have a pretty open mind about the pleasure it gives. However, I have never been with a woman before and I thought it would be awkward. When I touched Katie the first time she jumped and so did I. When my fingers first touched her breasts, she moaned and I have to admit that the sound turned me on. I loved making her come. And when she made me come, I lost it. It was the most erotic experience I have had in some time. Given a choice, a man is my first wish, but the experience with Katie showed me an alternative pleasure which I liked.
“So by the time you went to Katie, my inhibitions were long gone. When you played with her body, I became more and more aroused. When Katie and you finally came, it was an amazing sight.”
Anne blushed and then said, “You didn’t see it, but I made myself come just to get some release after watching you two.”
Anne looked at me. It was my turn. Randy had been smart to ask Anne to talk first. I never could have expressed my sexual feelings without someone else talking first. Anne’s frankness helped me to talk about that night.
I started, “I had very little sexual experience before that night. Sex with my old boyfriend was some foreplay, a quick penetration, and he came. I never came unless I did it to myself.
“That night in the hotel was extraordinary. I never thought my body could crave something so much. I never thought I could be attracted to a female, but Anne was wonderful. Then you fucked me…” I turned red and stuttered, “I can’t believe I said that word in front of you two.”
Randy interrupted, “Was this experience repugnant to you?”
I thought for a second and replied, “No, just the opposite. Because of my introduction to it, my attitude towards sex was extreme in some areas and just plain wrong in others. It wasn’t until I heard Anne talk just now that I realized the truth — I enjoyed that night in Paris… a lot. It was fun to make Anne come and what you did to me was wonderful.”
Randy smiled at my statement and said, “I think it was important for you to admit that sex can give pleasure, and in some cases, extreme pleasure.
“I admit that watching you and Anne was sexual torture to me. Every man has a fantasy to see two women enjoy each other, but the dream is supposed to end in release. For a while I was worried that my release would never come unless I did it to myself.
“In any case I am glad we talked about that evening. Now we have to go back to work. Obviously, Katie and I have to remain apart from each other. She should appear to remain my administrative assistant. On the other hand, Anne doesn’t have the same restriction. My feeling is that you two should develop a visible friendship with each other so that if things start to happen, Anne can be considered by the opposition as a conduit for information. Maybe Katie should start going with you to the gym after work, then dinners or visits to each other’s apartments to show the visible friendship.
“Katie, I have no doubt that you will be contacted. Where that leads us is not predictable, but I hope it gives us an opportunity to upset their organization.”
And so my life as a spy began to develop. I was contacted two weeks later by the same person who had been at my apartment. He asked about Randy’s next trip, and as planned, I gave him the country that Randy had named for my first contact.
It was a brief contact. I asked him his name and he said, “Call me Peter.”
His only other message to me was that as long as I continued to co-operate with him, the pictures of my orgy would not be sent to my parents and friends.
Anne and I were now working out in the gym twice a week. Anne’s workout suit was tight shorts and a combination sports bra and halter. She looked extremely attractive as she went through her workout, and I saw many of the men sneaking peeks at her when they thought no one was looking.
The first night I went to the gym Anne introduced me to her personal trainer. He was a six feet two inch blond male without an ounce of fat on him. I was ready, maybe even hoping for some type of hit from him, but none came. He very professionally assessed my physical strengths and weaknesses and then created a work out schedule for me that would tone and strengthen my body. After a few weeks of self-imposed embarrassment about working out at all, I began to enjoy it. I could feel my body respond to the exercises and I became comfortable.
The first few times after our workouts, Anne and I showered at the gym and then went to dinner at nearby restaurants. The dinners were fun. Anne and I became friends and could now talk about any subject that seemed interesting. She told me how she grew up in a Midwestern state on a farm, and I told her about my past experiences.
As we were dressing after our latest workout, Anne looked at me and said, “Instead of going to a restaurant tonight, why don’t you come over to my place? I have enough for a salad and I bought two steaks that we can barbecue.”
I replied, “That would be great. Restaurants are fun, but not all the time, and after three years of not trying to make friends, my apartment gets to feel pretty small some times.”
Anne told me the directions to her place, and said to follow her so that she could open the garage door in her apartment where there was guest parking. Her apartment was only five miles away and I was able to follow her without any problems. Her apartment was a relatively new 20 story building. She lived on the sixteenth floor facing the center of the city. The apartment had two bedrooms, the second of which she had made into an office.
The living room was impressive with a beautiful view of the city buildings and lights. It was decorated gracefully, a touch feminine, but maybe more sexually neutral than anything else.
Anne kicked off her shoes as soon as she entered her apartment and headed to the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Red wine OK?
I said, “Absolutely, anything you have is fine with me.”
Anne spent a few minutes in the kitchen and came out with a bottle of merlot and a tray of some type of cheese and crackers. She said, “Let’s just relax for a few minutes and then we can get serious about food. After a good workout I have no appetite, but then in a couple of hours I’m really ready to see the food.
Anne sipped her wine and asked, “How do you like the workouts now that you have been doing it for almost a month?”
I replied, “I can’t believe how much better I feel. My stomach, legs and arms have all toned up, but it is just an overall better feeling I have. Of course I’m not anywhere close to having the body you have. When I see you stretching or lifting weights, you look fantastic.”
Then without thinking I continued, “Of course when I really saw your body that night, I was overwhelmed by how beautiful you are… oh shit, did I really say that?” I blushed.
Anne burst out laughing. Her eyes were smiling as she looked at me and said, “And what part of my body did you focus on?”
I answered, “Everything. Your breasts are so firm and sensitive, your flat stomach, your face… I’m sorry Anne. I’m making a fool out of myself. Please forgive me?”
Anne kept a small smile on her face as she looked at me. She said, “Katie, you always put yourself down. You are beautiful. Even without the work outs, your body was the magnet of the office. I think you had a lonesome three years and that lowered your confidence even more.
“I consider you one of my few friends now. In our business, it is dangerous to have friends, because often the ones you like the best are the ones who are most dangerous to you. People are always trying to set you up; to give you false information, to blackmail you. My last three years may have been as lonely as yours, but in a different way. You were in your apartment, while I appeared to be in the middle of everything, but doing nothing except my job.”
I sipped my wine again as did Anne. We sat across from each other saying nothing. Finally, Anne said, “Did you really enjoy our night together?”
I replied, “Being with you and Randy was the best thing that has happened to me since I can remember. You were my first woman, and I guess that makes me a both ways type of person, because I loved it.”
It was getting dark in the apartment now as the sun started to set over the city. We had not turned on any lights when we came in, so Anne was almost a shadow as she said, “My apartment is safe. The electronics people sweep it weekly and nothing has ever been found. What we say or do here is between us. Katie, do you think you might want to make love to me again?”
I answered instantly, “Oh God yes… I have wanted to say the same thing to you, but there was never the right time or place. I just want to make you feel good.”
Emboldened by the moment, or the wine, or my own words I stood up and reached out my hand to her. She took it and I led her into her bedroom. I whispered, “Now it is my turn to be in control. Just stand there and let me make you happy.”
I kissed her tenderly on the lips; our mouths opened and our tongues touched. I pulled away and stood in front of her. My hands went to her blouse and slowly opened the buttons. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and removed the blouse revealing her bra. I moved closer and kissed her again. I took her hands and put them under my sweater. She understood. She pulled my sweater over my head.
We alternated. I took off her skirt and kissed her again. She removed my skirt; we kissed. I slowly unclasped her bra and removed it. My hands went to her breasts and lightly teased them as we kissed. I leaned over and licked a circle around each of her nipples. When my lips went to her nipples and sucked them, I heard Anne gasp in pleasure. Anne finally pulled my head up and my bra came off and we kissed again; I pulled her to me and our breasts were pushed against each other as we continued our sexual teasing. My hand went to her panties and felt her. I heard her moan softly. I knelt before her and slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. My face was in front of her vagina; her hair glistened with moisture; her smell aroused me. I parted her lips with my fingers and licked her several times. Her hands were on my head urging me to continue and she moaned.
I stopped for a moment. Standing up I kissed her nipples and led her to her bed. She sat down on the edge and lay back. I went on my knees again in front of her and spread her legs. Sometimes my hands reached up to her breasts to fondle them, but the main assault was with my mouth and tongue.
Anne was moaning loudly now. She was aroused and wanted release. I continued to tease her. My lips went to her inner thighs and then returned to her center. My tongue penetrated her as I pushed it in as far as I could. Then my tongue went to her clit and my tongue increased the pressure as she urged me to continue. Her hands were clutching my shoulders, squeezing and releasing as to set the rhythm of my tongue assault. She came; her hips moving violently into my face. I continued to tease her until she stopped me by taking my chin into her hands and raising it until I was looking into her eyes. They were happy eyes; satiated with sex. She said, “Now it is my turn. I don’t think I can make you come as hard as I just did, but that is my objective.”
I said nothing… there was nothing to say.
It was now almost three months since that wild night in Paris. I had been contacted two more times by Peter, and in each case he had asked me which country Randy was traveling to next. Each time I told Peter the next country on the list and he left.
My work outs with Anne continued and so did the sex. The sex was not an obsessive thing for either of us. Sometimes we just went out to a restaurant for dinner and that was the end of the evening. On occasions, Anne would come to my apartment or me to hers for a home cooked meal, and at some point we would find release with each other. It was as if each of us was in a holding pattern waiting for the future to catch up with us — we were friends who used each other’s body for pleasure, but not lovers.
The following night I was entering my apartment lobby and I sensed a presence behind me. It was Peter. The lobby was empty and he told me to sit down in one of the lobby chairs. He sat across from me.
Peter looked at me and said, “Katie, so far you have given us some useful information. It appears as if the information was accurate, and therefore we had no reason to show the world your sexual deviations. However, as a paid spy we think the deal we have between us is too easy. After all, we could watch Randy ourselves and see where he is going. So the decision is that you must do more for us?
I interrupted, “What do you mean by ‘paid’ spy, you have never given me a dollar.”
Peter laughed and said, “Well that’s not quite true, Katie. If you checked with your bank, you will see that you now have both a checking account and a savings account. The savings account was opened right after we spoke the first time. The initial deposit was $1,000 and there have been two other deposits of $1,000 each. The person who opened the account is one of ours and she has a close physical resemblance to you if the banking person even remembers her. And, of course, forging your signature was elementary. So you are a paid spy.”
He continued, “Katie, you must realize that it is one thing to be a victim of blackmail and to reveal your country’s secrets, but it is a much more serious thing to be paid for it. If you are investigated, the savings account will be found. We have made it difficult, but not impossible to trace where the deposits came from. When traced, your people will find it originated at one of our publicly known affiliates. You will be revealed as one of our spies. The pictures will be discovered and I can assure you that going to prison is a real possibility.”
“Why are you doing this to me,” I pleaded.
Peter replied, “Katie, you are now one of us. The pictures were the first step to make sure you did not stray. Now the savings account is another step. But that’s not the point. You haven’t been doing enough for us. You had had an easy three months. Now we want you to make a bigger contribution to our efforts.”
“What more do you want from me,” I asked.
Peter said, “It really isn’t that difficult for a person like you. We have found a very nice young couple that just arrived from their country. They both have jobs in their embassy. Your job is to become friends with them — very close friends. You see, they both come from political families and it would be very embarrassing for them to be caught doing something inappropriate. It will be like Paris all over again, Katie.”
“No,” I almost shouted. “I won’t do it… I’m not a whore.”
Peter’s eyes turned cold as he quietly said, “Of course you will do it; you are not a whore. But this is what you have done before and you enjoyed it. We are asking you to perform in a one night play. The wanton woman in you will enjoy it; we will have some interesting pictures which will assure us future cooperation from this couple. So you must do it or I can guarantee that your life as you know it will be destroyed.”
I looked down and said, “How… when?” My breath was short. Was I giving in too easily? Does he suspect me?
Peter laughed, “I knew you would agree; after all you like doing that kind of thing my little Katie.
Anne kicked off her shoes as soon as she entered her apartment and headed to the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Red wine OK?
I said, “Absolutely, anything you have is fine with me.”
Anne spent a few minutes in the kitchen and came out with a bottle of merlot and a tray of some type of cheese and crackers. She said, “Let’s just relax for a few minutes and then we can get serious about food. After a good workout I have no appetite, but then in a couple of hours I’m really ready to see the food.
Anne sipped her wine and asked, “How do you like the workouts now that you have been doing it for almost a month?”
I replied, “I can’t believe how much better I feel. My stomach, legs and arms have all toned up, but it is just an overall better feeling I have. Of course I’m not anywhere close to having the body you have. When I see you stretching or lifting weights, you look fantastic.”
Then without thinking I continued, “Of course when I really saw your body that night, I was overwhelmed by how beautiful you are… oh shit, did I really say that?” I blushed.
Anne burst out laughing. Her eyes were smiling as she looked at me and said, “And what part of my body did you focus on?”
I answered, “Everything. Your breasts are so firm and sensitive, your flat stomach, your face… I’m sorry Anne. I’m making a fool out of myself. Please forgive me?”
Anne kept a small smile on her face as she looked at me. She said, “Katie, you always put yourself down. You are beautiful. Even without the work outs, your body was the magnet of the office. I think you had a lonesome three years and that lowered your confidence even more.
“I consider you one of my few friends now. In our business, it is dangerous to have friends, because often the ones you like the best are the ones who are most dangerous to you. People are always trying to set you up; to give you false information, to blackmail you. My last three years may have been as lonely as yours, but in a different way. You were in your apartment, while I appeared to be in the middle of everything, but doing nothing except my job.”
I sipped my wine again as did Anne. We sat across from each other saying nothing. Finally, Anne said, “Did you really enjoy our night together?”
I replied, “Being with you and Randy was the best thing that has happened to me since I can remember. You were my first woman, and I guess that makes me a both ways type of person, because I loved it.”
It was getting dark in the apartment now as the sun started to set over the city. We had not turned on any lights when we came in, so Anne was almost a shadow as she said, “My apartment is safe. The electronics people sweep it weekly and nothing has ever been found. What we say or do here is between us. Katie, do you think you might want to make love to me again?”
I answered instantly, “Oh God yes… I have wanted to say the same thing to you, but there was never the right time or place. I just want to make you feel good.”
Emboldened by the moment, or the wine, or my own words I stood up and reached out my hand to her. She took it and I led her into her bedroom. I whispered, “Now it is my turn to be in control. Just stand there and let me make you happy.”
I kissed her tenderly on the lips; our mouths opened and our tongues touched. I pulled away and stood in front of her. My hands went to her blouse and slowly opened the buttons. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and removed the blouse revealing her bra. I moved closer and kissed her again. I took her hands and put them under my sweater. She understood. She pulled my sweater over my head.
We alternated. I took off her skirt and kissed her again. She removed my skirt; we kissed. I slowly unclasped her bra and removed it. My hands went to her breasts and lightly teased them as we kissed. I leaned over and licked a circle around each of her nipples. When my lips went to her nipples and sucked them, I heard Anne gasp in pleasure. Anne finally pulled my head up and my bra came off and we kissed again; I pulled her to me and our breasts were pushed against each other as we continued our sexual teasing. My hand went to her panties and felt her. I heard her moan softly. I knelt before her and slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. My face was in front of her vagina; her hair glistened with moisture; her smell aroused me. I parted her lips with my fingers and licked her several times. Her hands were on my head urging me to continue and she moaned.
I stopped for a moment. Standing up I kissed her nipples and led her to her bed. She sat down on the edge and lay back. I went on my knees again in front of her and spread her legs. Sometimes my hands reached up to her breasts to fondle them, but the main assault was with my mouth and tongue.
Anne was moaning loudly now. She was aroused and wanted release. I continued to tease her. My lips went to her inner thighs and then returned to her center. My tongue penetrated her as I pushed it in as far as I could. Then my tongue went to her clit and my tongue increased the pressure as she urged me to continue. Her hands were clutching my shoulders, squeezing and releasing as to set the rhythm of my tongue assault. She came; her hips moving violently into my face. I continued to tease her until she stopped me by taking my chin into her hands and raising it until I was looking into her eyes. They were happy eyes; satiated with sex. She said, “Now it is my turn. I don’t think I can make you come as hard as I just did, but that is my objective.”
I said nothing… there was nothing to say.
It was now almost three months since that wild night in Paris. I had been contacted two more times by Peter, and in each case he had asked me which country Randy was traveling to next. Each time I told Peter the next country on the list and he left.
My work outs with Anne continued and so did the sex. The sex was not an obsessive thing for either of us. Sometimes we just went out to a restaurant for dinner and that was the end of the evening. On occasions, Anne would come to my apartment or me to hers for a home cooked meal, and at some point we would find release with each other. It was as if each of us was in a holding pattern waiting for the future to catch up with us — we were friends who used each other’s body for pleasure, but not lovers.
The following night I was entering my apartment lobby and I sensed a presence behind me. It was Peter. The lobby was empty and he told me to sit down in one of the lobby chairs. He sat across from me.
Peter looked at me and said, “Katie, so far you have given us some useful information. It appears as if the information was accurate, and therefore we had no reason to show the world your sexual deviations. However, as a paid spy we think the deal we have between us is too easy. After all, we could watch Randy ourselves and see where he is going. So the decision is that you must do more for us?
I interrupted, “What do you mean by ‘paid’ spy, you have never given me a dollar.”
Peter laughed and said, “Well that’s not quite true, Katie. If you checked with your bank, you will see that you now have both a checking account and a savings account. The savings account was opened right after we spoke the first time. The initial deposit was $1,000 and there have been two other deposits of $1,000 each. The person who opened the account is one of ours and she has a close physical resemblance to you if the banking person even remembers her. And, of course, forging your signature was elementary. So you are a paid spy.”
He continued, “Katie, you must realize that it is one thing to be a victim of blackmail and to reveal your country’s secrets, but it is a much more serious thing to be paid for it. If you are investigated, the savings account will be found. We have made it difficult, but not impossible to trace where the deposits came from. When traced, your people will find it originated at one of our publicly known affiliates. You will be revealed as one of our spies. The pictures will be discovered and I can assure you that going to prison is a real possibility.”
“Why are you doing this to me,” I pleaded.
Peter replied, “Katie, you are now one of us. The pictures were the first step to make sure you did not stray. Now the savings account is another step. But that’s not the point. You haven’t been doing enough for us. You had had an easy three months. Now we want you to make a bigger contribution to our efforts.”
“What more do you want from me,” I asked.
Peter said, “It really isn’t that difficult for a person like you. We have found a very nice young couple that just arrived from their country. They both have jobs in their embassy. Your job is to become friends with them — very close friends. You see, they both come from political families and it would be very embarrassing for them to be caught doing something inappropriate. It will be like Paris all over again, Katie.”
“No,” I almost shouted. “I won’t do it… I’m not a whore.”
Peter’s eyes turned cold as he quietly said, “Of course you will do it; you are not a whore. But this is what you have done before and you enjoyed it. We are asking you to perform in a one night play. The wanton woman in you will enjoy it; we will have some interesting pictures which will assure us future cooperation from this couple. So you must do it or I can guarantee that your life as you know it will be destroyed.”
I looked down and said, “How… when?” My breath was short. Was I giving in too easily? Does he suspect me?
Peter laughed, “I knew you would agree; after all you like doing that kind of thing my little Katie.
I am paid to take advantage of weaknesses, and the slut in you was fairly easy to spot.
“The how and the when is easy. There is a charity dinner dance at the Four Seasons hotel next Friday night. You will be attending and will be sitting at the table where your new friends will also be sitting. Their names are Robert and Michelle Polana. Here is a picture of both of them. We have already reserved and prepaid for a large suite in the hotel. What you tell them is up to you. However, you must take them to your room and you must have them in a compromised state. To be quite blunt, you should have them naked and you must make them do everything.”
“But how can I get them to do that?” I asked.
Peter replied, “You like to do that; you will find a way. As an aid, here are some pills. If given the chance, one pill in each of their drinks will make your sexual suggestions a little easier for them to accept. These are not date rape drugs; just a chemical that lowers inhibitions and intensifies sexual desire for the object of attraction. The object of attraction, of course, will be you. Do what you must to get them into your hotel room.”
Peter stood up and looked at me as he said, “Failure in this endeavour will be very harsh on you. Do not fail.” With that, he walked out of the lobby leaving me sitting in the chair with a million thoughts and a picture of a beautiful young couple.
I went up to my apartment. I desperately wanted to call Anne and tell her what had just happened. As my hand lifted the phone, I stopped. Maybe they were listening in to my phone. I couldn’t call; I would have to wait for tomorrow.
Sleep did not come easy that night. Peter’s conversation kept going through my mind as did being a sexual toy for people I had never met. And I had to make it happen.
The morning finally came and I went to the office. I saw Anne and went over to her. “Something has happened,” I said. “Peter wants me to do something awful and I don’t …”
“Wait,” Anne said. “We should go to Randy so that you can tell him the whole story. That way you won’t have to go over it twice.”
Anne called Randy and told him that we had to meet right away on an urgent matter. He changed his schedule and told us to come to his office. Randy gestured to each of us to sit down and said, “OK, what’s up?”
I told Randy and Anne everything. They interrupted a few times to ask questions, but generally let me tell the story my way. Anne asked if I had brought the picture of the couple. I showed it to them.
There was silence in the room. Finally Randy said, “Actually, it is a bit creative for them to try something like this. They normally just break bones or kill to get what they want. In this case, it is sex but with a twist. It is a false flag operation, isn’t it Anne?”
Anne replied, “Yes, definitely a false flag.”
Anne saw a bewildered look on my face. She continued, “Katie, a false flag operation means that the ones doing it are hiding behind another country. In this case, if you are successful, they will have two more people doing things for them. If it does not work and you are discovered, it is the United States — you being an American — who tried to blackmail them. We will be blamed. In either case, nothing bad will happen to them or their country. False flag operations have a low degree of risk. The cameras in the hotel room will be the same type that we use. Nothing will point to them; everything will point to us.”
Randy interrupted, “I wonder how we can turn this around, and if it is worth the risk. We have until Friday to find out who these people are. That shouldn’t be too difficult. Anne, start by checking with the charity running this party and see if you can get a guest list and other information. If that doesn’t tell us who they are, maybe immigration can find out with their new techniques for people coming into the country.
“Katie, this is going a little fast so I can’t walk around the subject. Will you do this for us?”
I looked at both of them, but my decision was already made. I couldn’t disappoint Randy and Anne. I said, “I will do it, but the chances of my seducing anyone, especially a couple seem remote. I have no idea what to do.”
Randy replied, “Thanks Katie, I know that your past experience with sex has not always been pleasant, so we appreciate you trying. Between now and the charity event we will find out what chemicals are in the pills he gave you. We will also bring in some of our psychologists who deal in this area to give you tips on what might work. But I’m afraid for the most part it is going to be your own creativity that makes this seduction successful or not.”
The rest of the week went quickly. The pills were high grade and produced a significant drop in inhibitions for most people who take them. The psychologists gave me body language tips on what to look for and how to proceed when and if I saw those actions. They maintained that how I was dressed that night was probably the most significant item that might be the difference between success and failure.
What I was to wear was simple. It would be a dress that showed my body to the fullest — especially my breasts and legs. Under the dress was the sheerest of bras to lift rather than hide my breasts and a ***** thong that could be felt through my dress if one were interested in finding out.
The rest of the week went quickly. On the day of the event I checked into the hotel as Peter had told me. The reservation was in order and I quickly had the key to my room. As I walked into the room I was amazed at the size of it. There was a king-size bed on one wall, a separate wet bar area, and a sitting area with chairs and couch. The entire outer wall of the room was glass looking out over the city. There were both sheers and heavy drapes that could be opened and closed by clicking a lever. It was a very expensive room.
As the time approached for the start of the event, I showered and dressed. When I was dressed, I still felt naked. I had never dressed like this before. If I bent over I quickly found out my nipples could be seen; when I sat down the dress pulled up to my thighs. I had never worn a thong. When I tried it on at home, I was embarrassed at first. It was obvious that the thong and an untrimmed pussy just didn’t work. So in another new first, I trimmed my hair so that it was now hidden by the thong. It took several times to make the unshorn area very smooth. An idle thought had crossed my mind that at another time in another place, it would be a turn on for someone to do the trimming for me.
As I took the elevator to the ballroom I finally gave in to some panic. The sex spy who was very new to sex had to seduce a couple she had never met before. I hoped my efforts would not end in a disaster.
I found my table number at the main door and entered the room in search of the table. All the tables had settings for eight people. I spotted Robert and Michelle before I saw the table number. By now we had discovered which embassy they worked for. Everyone rose to greet me and introduce themselves. One woman mentioned that her husband had been called out of the country so she was by herself. My name plate had me sitting with Robert on my right side. On my left should have been the man who could not make it, so Michelle moved over and sat on my left.
It took only a few minutes for me to conclude that Robert was a party person who kept the conversation going, while Michelle was somewhat shy and quiet. I also noticed that Robert couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. We were served wine and someone made a toast. I touched my glass to Michelle’s and then to Robert’s. Finally Robert leaned across me and touched his glass to Michelle’s. As his right hand holding the glass moved in front of me, his left arm accidentally brushed my breast. Or was it an accident?
The dinner was served slowly. The wine was served frequently. As the desert plates were cleared, the band started to play dance music. Everyone stood up and went to the dance floor for the first dance except for the single woman and me. She excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving me alone at the table. Quickly realizing I would never have a better opportunity, I casually dropped a pill in each of their drinks. Then thinking, why not, I dropped a pill into my glass. This was no time to have inhibitions.
Robert and Michelle came back to the table. Immediately Robert asked me to dance. We went to the dance floor as the band played an old slow song. Robert was about six feet one or so and fairly thin with cropped blond hair. As we danced I noticed that each time I looked up at him, his eyes were on my breasts. I caught him once and he grinned sheepishly. I pulled him to me so that our bodies were touching. My breasts were pressed against him, my head almost resting on his shoulders. He pulled me closer and I felt his erection. He knew I knew. I squeezed his hand. His hand against my back dropped lower. His fingers were tracing the top of my ass and he was rubbing the thong through my dress. His erection became bigger.
I looked at him and said, “Maybe we should back up a little. The dance is almost over and I’m afraid you aren’t in a position to walk back to your wife without her knowing.” I glanced down at his erection.
The rest of the dance was performed in a sexually correct manner with very little body contact. We returned to the table and Robert excused himself to go to the restroom. Michelle looked at me and said, “You are very beautiful. Your dress has turned every head in the room, including my husband it seems. I wish I could be so bold and confident. This transfer to your country is a big opportunity for Robert and me.
“The how and the when is easy. There is a charity dinner dance at the Four Seasons hotel next Friday night. You will be attending and will be sitting at the table where your new friends will also be sitting. Their names are Robert and Michelle Polana. Here is a picture of both of them. We have already reserved and prepaid for a large suite in the hotel. What you tell them is up to you. However, you must take them to your room and you must have them in a compromised state. To be quite blunt, you should have them naked and you must make them do everything.”
“But how can I get them to do that?” I asked.
Peter replied, “You like to do that; you will find a way. As an aid, here are some pills. If given the chance, one pill in each of their drinks will make your sexual suggestions a little easier for them to accept. These are not date rape drugs; just a chemical that lowers inhibitions and intensifies sexual desire for the object of attraction. The object of attraction, of course, will be you. Do what you must to get them into your hotel room.”
Peter stood up and looked at me as he said, “Failure in this endeavour will be very harsh on you. Do not fail.” With that, he walked out of the lobby leaving me sitting in the chair with a million thoughts and a picture of a beautiful young couple.
I went up to my apartment. I desperately wanted to call Anne and tell her what had just happened. As my hand lifted the phone, I stopped. Maybe they were listening in to my phone. I couldn’t call; I would have to wait for tomorrow.
Sleep did not come easy that night. Peter’s conversation kept going through my mind as did being a sexual toy for people I had never met. And I had to make it happen.
The morning finally came and I went to the office. I saw Anne and went over to her. “Something has happened,” I said. “Peter wants me to do something awful and I don’t …”
“Wait,” Anne said. “We should go to Randy so that you can tell him the whole story. That way you won’t have to go over it twice.”
Anne called Randy and told him that we had to meet right away on an urgent matter. He changed his schedule and told us to come to his office. Randy gestured to each of us to sit down and said, “OK, what’s up?”
I told Randy and Anne everything. They interrupted a few times to ask questions, but generally let me tell the story my way. Anne asked if I had brought the picture of the couple. I showed it to them.
There was silence in the room. Finally Randy said, “Actually, it is a bit creative for them to try something like this. They normally just break bones or kill to get what they want. In this case, it is sex but with a twist. It is a false flag operation, isn’t it Anne?”
Anne replied, “Yes, definitely a false flag.”
Anne saw a bewildered look on my face. She continued, “Katie, a false flag operation means that the ones doing it are hiding behind another country. In this case, if you are successful, they will have two more people doing things for them. If it does not work and you are discovered, it is the United States — you being an American — who tried to blackmail them. We will be blamed. In either case, nothing bad will happen to them or their country. False flag operations have a low degree of risk. The cameras in the hotel room will be the same type that we use. Nothing will point to them; everything will point to us.”
Randy interrupted, “I wonder how we can turn this around, and if it is worth the risk. We have until Friday to find out who these people are. That shouldn’t be too difficult. Anne, start by checking with the charity running this party and see if you can get a guest list and other information. If that doesn’t tell us who they are, maybe immigration can find out with their new techniques for people coming into the country.
“Katie, this is going a little fast so I can’t walk around the subject. Will you do this for us?”
I looked at both of them, but my decision was already made. I couldn’t disappoint Randy and Anne. I said, “I will do it, but the chances of my seducing anyone, especially a couple seem remote. I have no idea what to do.”
Randy replied, “Thanks Katie, I know that your past experience with sex has not always been pleasant, so we appreciate you trying. Between now and the charity event we will find out what chemicals are in the pills he gave you. We will also bring in some of our psychologists who deal in this area to give you tips on what might work. But I’m afraid for the most part it is going to be your own creativity that makes this seduction successful or not.”
The rest of the week went quickly. The pills were high grade and produced a significant drop in inhibitions for most people who take them. The psychologists gave me body language tips on what to look for and how to proceed when and if I saw those actions. They maintained that how I was dressed that night was probably the most significant item that might be the difference between success and failure.
What I was to wear was simple. It would be a dress that showed my body to the fullest — especially my breasts and legs. Under the dress was the sheerest of bras to lift rather than hide my breasts and a ***** thong that could be felt through my dress if one were interested in finding out.
The rest of the week went quickly. On the day of the event I checked into the hotel as Peter had told me. The reservation was in order and I quickly had the key to my room. As I walked into the room I was amazed at the size of it. There was a king-size bed on one wall, a separate wet bar area, and a sitting area with chairs and couch. The entire outer wall of the room was glass looking out over the city. There were both sheers and heavy drapes that could be opened and closed by clicking a lever. It was a very expensive room.
As the time approached for the start of the event, I showered and dressed. When I was dressed, I still felt naked. I had never dressed like this before. If I bent over I quickly found out my nipples could be seen; when I sat down the dress pulled up to my thighs. I had never worn a thong. When I tried it on at home, I was embarrassed at first. It was obvious that the thong and an untrimmed pussy just didn’t work. So in another new first, I trimmed my hair so that it was now hidden by the thong. It took several times to make the unshorn area very smooth. An idle thought had crossed my mind that at another time in another place, it would be a turn on for someone to do the trimming for me.
As I took the elevator to the ballroom I finally gave in to some panic. The sex spy who was very new to sex had to seduce a couple she had never met before. I hoped my efforts would not end in a disaster.
I found my table number at the main door and entered the room in search of the table. All the tables had settings for eight people. I spotted Robert and Michelle before I saw the table number. By now we had discovered which embassy they worked for. Everyone rose to greet me and introduce themselves. One woman mentioned that her husband had been called out of the country so she was by herself. My name plate had me sitting with Robert on my right side. On my left should have been the man who could not make it, so Michelle moved over and sat on my left.
It took only a few minutes for me to conclude that Robert was a party person who kept the conversation going, while Michelle was somewhat shy and quiet. I also noticed that Robert couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. We were served wine and someone made a toast. I touched my glass to Michelle’s and then to Robert’s. Finally Robert leaned across me and touched his glass to Michelle’s. As his right hand holding the glass moved in front of me, his left arm accidentally brushed my breast. Or was it an accident?
The dinner was served slowly. The wine was served frequently. As the desert plates were cleared, the band started to play dance music. Everyone stood up and went to the dance floor for the first dance except for the single woman and me. She excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving me alone at the table. Quickly realizing I would never have a better opportunity, I casually dropped a pill in each of their drinks. Then thinking, why not, I dropped a pill into my glass. This was no time to have inhibitions.
Robert and Michelle came back to the table. Immediately Robert asked me to dance. We went to the dance floor as the band played an old slow song. Robert was about six feet one or so and fairly thin with cropped blond hair. As we danced I noticed that each time I looked up at him, his eyes were on my breasts. I caught him once and he grinned sheepishly. I pulled him to me so that our bodies were touching. My breasts were pressed against him, my head almost resting on his shoulders. He pulled me closer and I felt his erection. He knew I knew. I squeezed his hand. His hand against my back dropped lower. His fingers were tracing the top of my ass and he was rubbing the thong through my dress. His erection became bigger.
I looked at him and said, “Maybe we should back up a little. The dance is almost over and I’m afraid you aren’t in a position to walk back to your wife without her knowing.” I glanced down at his erection.
The rest of the dance was performed in a sexually correct manner with very little body contact. We returned to the table and Robert excused himself to go to the restroom. Michelle looked at me and said, “You are very beautiful. Your dress has turned every head in the room, including my husband it seems. I wish I could be so bold and confident. This transfer to your country is a big opportunity for Robert and me.
We must do everything correctly and I must act like a sophisticated lady and not some farm girl who knows nothing.”
I turned in my seat and faced Michelle and replied, “Michelle, you are very beautiful, and your dress is very appropriate for the charity event.
“I’m a guest of the charity since my company reports on all charities in the United States rating them on how they perform and how much of the money raised goes to the charity versus how much to money raising and administration. The report my company puts out is critical to the charity, so I am their guest. They supply me the free hotel room, food, a car for wherever I want to go. I can be outrageous, and the charity will do nothing to displease me. If I want an escort, it is arranged.”
I looked at her and continued, “With your beauty you will quickly become the favourite of the party circuit.”
Michelle looked at me and asked, “Am I really beautiful?”
Michelle was small at about five feet two inches tall with brown hair and brown eyes. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but fit her figure. Her waist was *****. I took my hand and touched her face and said, “You have a beautiful face; when men look into your eyes, they will fall in love with you. If I were a man, I would dream of having sex with you.”
Michelle blushed as my fingers went from her cheek to her neck and then shoulders. I pulled away just as my fingers touched the top of her breast. She grabbed my hand and softly held it. As Robert came back to the table she squeezed my hand and let it go.
Robert asked Michelle to dance again. She refused saying that maybe the last glass of wine was too much and she just wanted to sit for a while. Robert looked at me and held out his hand. I stood and took it as he led me to the far end of the dance floor away from Michelle. He took me tightly in his arms as if to squeeze the air from my lungs. When I looked up at him it was obvious that he was aroused. He lowered his head to kiss me and when he did, I opened my mouth and our tongues met. His erection came back. His hands were pulling my ass into his erection while his mouth explored mine. He was ignoring that we were surrounded by people and that his wife, although out of sight, was only across the room.
We finally returned to the table. Michelle’s face was flushed and she seemed to be holding herself erect in the chair. As we approached, she said to Robert, “I think I may have taken too much wine. I am tired and feel very warm. Maybe we can go home?”
Seeing the opportunity I said, “Robert, why don’t you and Michelle come up to my suite for a few minutes. It will be much cooler there and Michelle can rest until she feels better.”
Robert quickly said, “Katie, if that is not too much trouble, I would like that. We are far from where we live and I want to be sure that Michelle is up to the drive home.”
I stood up and took Michelle’s arm while Robert took the other arm. Michelle stood and walked between us to the elevator. To most people it would look as if three close friends were walking together. Once in the elevator Michelle slumped a little bit. I quickly put my arm around her to make sure she wouldn’t fall. My hand was directly under her breast holding her. The top of my thumb was pressed to the underside of breast. I moved my thumb up and down slowly and felt her take a breath. She looked at me, but did not pull back from me.
I took charge as we entered the room. I told Robert to make a drink for him and me while I took Michelle into the bathroom to make sure she was going to be alright. I closed the door to the bathroom and looked at Michelle. Her face was flushed and she looked me in the eyes. I told her I would help her off with her dress and she could wear the hotel’s robe until she felt better. Without waiting for an answer, I started to remove her dress. My hands were touching her as I helped her remove her stockings. She leaned against me in her bra and panties. I took the robe and put it around her and cinched the front of it tight. As I looked up, Michelle’s face came to mine and she kissed me softly. Her mouth remained closed and I did not force her. I took her hand and led her into the main room.
Robert was surprised to see Michelle in a robe, but he quickly recovered. “Michelle, maybe you should lay on the bed for a few minutes.”
Without waiting for an answer I brought her to the bed and helped her lay down. As I put her head on the pillow I kissed her mouth and then lightly forced my tongue between her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue briefly probed mine as I moved away. Michelle closed her eyes and seemed to sleep.
Robert had seen the kiss. It was obvious that he was not upset. Rather he became aroused as once again his erection forced the front of his pants out. He gave me a drink and we both sat down facing each other.
I took a sip and then leaned over to put my glass down. It was easy to see that Robert was undressing me as he caught a glimpse of my nipples. I leaned back and said, “You have probably done many things in your life, but have you ever had two women at the same time.”
“Only in my dreams,” he replied.
“Would Michelle be willing?” I asked.
Robert answered, “Michelle and I have talked about my fantasy a few times when we were both aroused. She is shy and it has never gone past us talking about my fantasy. Michelle has never made love to a woman.”
I said, “You may go whenever you wish. Right now I am going to make love to Michelle. You are allowed to watch, and maybe later, to participate. Do you want me to go to Michelle?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Before going to the bed I turned the lights down in the room so that the brightness disappeared although you could still see everything. The lights from the city came through the windows. I returned to the bed where Michelle lay. I stroked her hair several times and lightly kissed her on the lips. She did not move. My hands untied the belt from the robe and I opened the robe. I could see her panties and her bra. My mouth went to hers again and she stirred. I kissed harder and she returned my kiss. My tongue probed hers. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She had a shy smile on her face. As we continued to kiss, I pulled her robe completely open and slipped it from her shoulders. My lips went to her chest and kissed her nipples through her bra. She arched her back for me. She did not object when I took her bra off.
After several minutes of caressing her upper body, I stood up and quickly slid out of my dress and rest of my clothes leaving only my thong on. Michelle’s eyes widened as she looked at my breasts, and then looked down at the wisp of cloth that was supposed to be a covering.
I lay down next to her and continued to caress her body with my fingers and tongue. Her breasts were small, but it was obvious that her nipples were very sensitive. I continued down her body. When I touched her vulva I felt her gasp and then slightly withdraw from me. I called to Robert, “Please come over and kiss your wife.”
Robert came over and started kissing Michelle. His hands moved to her breasts. He was obviously becoming very aroused. I continued to kiss Michelle and started to put my hands on her thighs. I could feel her starting to resist. I looked at Robert and said, “Hold Michelle so that I can please her.”
I felt that any delay would mean failure. My fingers looped the elastic in her panties and I pulled them off her. She pleaded with me to stop, but Robert was holding her and kissing her. My mouth went to her vagina, my fingers pulled her lips apart and my tongue started to penetrate her. She was struggling and pleading with me to quit, but I continued the assault. My tongue was everywhere. One finger was in her, teasing her body; then two. At some point she relaxed. Her body accepted my assault. My tongue found her clit and teased it. As she became more aroused I increased the motions of my tongue. Finally, Michelle said “Yes… oh yes.” Her orgasm came almost immediately. It was intense, more than I expected she was used to, and finally she lay quiet.
I stood up and told Robert to take off his clothes.
He quickly shed his clothes as I pulled off my thong which was now covered with my fluids. The three of us were naked. I indicated to Robert that he should sit on the bed at Michelle’s feet. He did. His erection was enormous. I knelt before him and licked the top of his penis. My hands cupped his balls and very lightly massaged them. I took him into his mouth and slowly started to suck him. My mouth worked faster and faster and his body responded. I knew he could not last much longer. He pushed deeper into my mouth and he came. I swallowed as much as I could, but some came out. I didn’t care.
Michelle had been watching us quietly. She had not moved from the position where I had almost raped her. I got up from my knees and moved to her. She looked at me and pulled me to her. We kissed.
Robert recovered at some point. I was lying next to Michelle. My hands were playing with her body; occasionally we would kiss. When I saw that Robert was watching us, I said to him, “I think it is time for you to make love to your wife.”
He nodded and moved to her. He licked her until her body started to move sensuously beginning to seek release. Robert positioned her legs over him and put his penis into her. He slowly penetrated her. He began to tease her body so that he was never completely in her.
Michelle and I had continued kissing. It had become more passionate. I changed my position so that I was kneeling, facing Robert with my vagina over Michelle’s mouth. My hands were bracing myself as I slowly lowered my vagina close to Michelle’s lips. Michelle grabbed my hips and guided me to her mouth. Her tongue started to penetrate me.
I turned in my seat and faced Michelle and replied, “Michelle, you are very beautiful, and your dress is very appropriate for the charity event.
“I’m a guest of the charity since my company reports on all charities in the United States rating them on how they perform and how much of the money raised goes to the charity versus how much to money raising and administration. The report my company puts out is critical to the charity, so I am their guest. They supply me the free hotel room, food, a car for wherever I want to go. I can be outrageous, and the charity will do nothing to displease me. If I want an escort, it is arranged.”
I looked at her and continued, “With your beauty you will quickly become the favourite of the party circuit.”
Michelle looked at me and asked, “Am I really beautiful?”
Michelle was small at about five feet two inches tall with brown hair and brown eyes. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but fit her figure. Her waist was *****. I took my hand and touched her face and said, “You have a beautiful face; when men look into your eyes, they will fall in love with you. If I were a man, I would dream of having sex with you.”
Michelle blushed as my fingers went from her cheek to her neck and then shoulders. I pulled away just as my fingers touched the top of her breast. She grabbed my hand and softly held it. As Robert came back to the table she squeezed my hand and let it go.
Robert asked Michelle to dance again. She refused saying that maybe the last glass of wine was too much and she just wanted to sit for a while. Robert looked at me and held out his hand. I stood and took it as he led me to the far end of the dance floor away from Michelle. He took me tightly in his arms as if to squeeze the air from my lungs. When I looked up at him it was obvious that he was aroused. He lowered his head to kiss me and when he did, I opened my mouth and our tongues met. His erection came back. His hands were pulling my ass into his erection while his mouth explored mine. He was ignoring that we were surrounded by people and that his wife, although out of sight, was only across the room.
We finally returned to the table. Michelle’s face was flushed and she seemed to be holding herself erect in the chair. As we approached, she said to Robert, “I think I may have taken too much wine. I am tired and feel very warm. Maybe we can go home?”
Seeing the opportunity I said, “Robert, why don’t you and Michelle come up to my suite for a few minutes. It will be much cooler there and Michelle can rest until she feels better.”
Robert quickly said, “Katie, if that is not too much trouble, I would like that. We are far from where we live and I want to be sure that Michelle is up to the drive home.”
I stood up and took Michelle’s arm while Robert took the other arm. Michelle stood and walked between us to the elevator. To most people it would look as if three close friends were walking together. Once in the elevator Michelle slumped a little bit. I quickly put my arm around her to make sure she wouldn’t fall. My hand was directly under her breast holding her. The top of my thumb was pressed to the underside of breast. I moved my thumb up and down slowly and felt her take a breath. She looked at me, but did not pull back from me.
I took charge as we entered the room. I told Robert to make a drink for him and me while I took Michelle into the bathroom to make sure she was going to be alright. I closed the door to the bathroom and looked at Michelle. Her face was flushed and she looked me in the eyes. I told her I would help her off with her dress and she could wear the hotel’s robe until she felt better. Without waiting for an answer, I started to remove her dress. My hands were touching her as I helped her remove her stockings. She leaned against me in her bra and panties. I took the robe and put it around her and cinched the front of it tight. As I looked up, Michelle’s face came to mine and she kissed me softly. Her mouth remained closed and I did not force her. I took her hand and led her into the main room.
Robert was surprised to see Michelle in a robe, but he quickly recovered. “Michelle, maybe you should lay on the bed for a few minutes.”
Without waiting for an answer I brought her to the bed and helped her lay down. As I put her head on the pillow I kissed her mouth and then lightly forced my tongue between her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue briefly probed mine as I moved away. Michelle closed her eyes and seemed to sleep.
Robert had seen the kiss. It was obvious that he was not upset. Rather he became aroused as once again his erection forced the front of his pants out. He gave me a drink and we both sat down facing each other.
I took a sip and then leaned over to put my glass down. It was easy to see that Robert was undressing me as he caught a glimpse of my nipples. I leaned back and said, “You have probably done many things in your life, but have you ever had two women at the same time.”
“Only in my dreams,” he replied.
“Would Michelle be willing?” I asked.
Robert answered, “Michelle and I have talked about my fantasy a few times when we were both aroused. She is shy and it has never gone past us talking about my fantasy. Michelle has never made love to a woman.”
I said, “You may go whenever you wish. Right now I am going to make love to Michelle. You are allowed to watch, and maybe later, to participate. Do you want me to go to Michelle?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Before going to the bed I turned the lights down in the room so that the brightness disappeared although you could still see everything. The lights from the city came through the windows. I returned to the bed where Michelle lay. I stroked her hair several times and lightly kissed her on the lips. She did not move. My hands untied the belt from the robe and I opened the robe. I could see her panties and her bra. My mouth went to hers again and she stirred. I kissed harder and she returned my kiss. My tongue probed hers. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She had a shy smile on her face. As we continued to kiss, I pulled her robe completely open and slipped it from her shoulders. My lips went to her chest and kissed her nipples through her bra. She arched her back for me. She did not object when I took her bra off.
After several minutes of caressing her upper body, I stood up and quickly slid out of my dress and rest of my clothes leaving only my thong on. Michelle’s eyes widened as she looked at my breasts, and then looked down at the wisp of cloth that was supposed to be a covering.
I lay down next to her and continued to caress her body with my fingers and tongue. Her breasts were small, but it was obvious that her nipples were very sensitive. I continued down her body. When I touched her vulva I felt her gasp and then slightly withdraw from me. I called to Robert, “Please come over and kiss your wife.”
Robert came over and started kissing Michelle. His hands moved to her breasts. He was obviously becoming very aroused. I continued to kiss Michelle and started to put my hands on her thighs. I could feel her starting to resist. I looked at Robert and said, “Hold Michelle so that I can please her.”
I felt that any delay would mean failure. My fingers looped the elastic in her panties and I pulled them off her. She pleaded with me to stop, but Robert was holding her and kissing her. My mouth went to her vagina, my fingers pulled her lips apart and my tongue started to penetrate her. She was struggling and pleading with me to quit, but I continued the assault. My tongue was everywhere. One finger was in her, teasing her body; then two. At some point she relaxed. Her body accepted my assault. My tongue found her clit and teased it. As she became more aroused I increased the motions of my tongue. Finally, Michelle said “Yes… oh yes.” Her orgasm came almost immediately. It was intense, more than I expected she was used to, and finally she lay quiet.
I stood up and told Robert to take off his clothes.
He quickly shed his clothes as I pulled off my thong which was now covered with my fluids. The three of us were naked. I indicated to Robert that he should sit on the bed at Michelle’s feet. He did. His erection was enormous. I knelt before him and licked the top of his penis. My hands cupped his balls and very lightly massaged them. I took him into his mouth and slowly started to suck him. My mouth worked faster and faster and his body responded. I knew he could not last much longer. He pushed deeper into my mouth and he came. I swallowed as much as I could, but some came out. I didn’t care.
Michelle had been watching us quietly. She had not moved from the position where I had almost raped her. I got up from my knees and moved to her. She looked at me and pulled me to her. We kissed.
Robert recovered at some point. I was lying next to Michelle. My hands were playing with her body; occasionally we would kiss. When I saw that Robert was watching us, I said to him, “I think it is time for you to make love to your wife.”
He nodded and moved to her. He licked her until her body started to move sensuously beginning to seek release. Robert positioned her legs over him and put his penis into her. He slowly penetrated her. He began to tease her body so that he was never completely in her.
Michelle and I had continued kissing. It had become more passionate. I changed my position so that I was kneeling, facing Robert with my vagina over Michelle’s mouth. My hands were bracing myself as I slowly lowered my vagina close to Michelle’s lips. Michelle grabbed my hips and guided me to her mouth. Her tongue started to penetrate me.
By the time her tongue had found and assaulted my clit, Robert was reaching his peak. He looked at my breasts moving up and down as I moved up and down to Michelle’s tongue. His eyes showed nothing but lust. He came violently; penetrating Michelle deeply. Michelle came next in quick little bumps trying to get even more of Robert.
When motion stopped, I changed position and kissed each of them. Robert whispered, “Thank you,” as Michelle squeezed my hand.
We all fell asleep on the bed. When I woke in the morning, they were gone. There was no note. I quickly showered, dressed and checked out. I had the weekend left and then back to work on Monday. I tried to not think of Friday night. Usually I failed.
Randy and Anne debriefed me. After it was over Randy said, “Let me worry about Robert and Michelle. Your part in this is over. You will probably never see them again, and if you do, do not make any attempt to approach them. Peter will do to them what he has done to you. In this case, they are caught in a situation that will be difficult to escape from. I have some ideas, but Katie, your job is over with them.”
I continued the work outs with Anne. She never brought up that night again nor did I. I slept with Anne a little more now as if to prove to myself that my sexuality was intact. Of course I never mentioned to Anne and Randy that I had helped two people cum several times, and I had not. Anne sensed that something was wrong, but she never asked me about it.
Peter contacted me a week later. He said my performance was more than adequate, and that another $1,000 had been deposited into my savings account. He told me that he would be in contact with me later.
Several weeks later Anne and I were coming out of the gym when I noticed Peter with another man across the street. They were in a doorway and it was obvious that they did not want me to see them. Without moving my head I told Anne who was across the street. She said to follow her lead. At some point she started laughing and pulled my body around as if to follow through with the story. She took a quick look and pulled me around again and we continued to walk away from the gym.
As we walked away Anne said, “We have to talk to Randy.”
We met the next morning. Randy said, “The new man’s name is Andre. He is well known to us and the last we heard he is the second highest ranking member in their spy network. He is good and he is ruthless. He is also an all-round bastard. I don’t think it was a coincidence that they were watching you. You have not hid the fact that you and Anne are friends, so that isn’t it. I think Peter will be contacting you again, and Andre will be part of your assignment. Until your next contact, there is nothing we can do.”
The next day I met Peter in my lobby. He wasted no time. “Katie, a very important man is in the city. He has been traveling for weeks and is very tired. He needs to rest and to have some relaxation. I want you to entertain him.”
I said, “Peter, I don’t want…”
Peter interrupted, “You have no choice. You work for us. You don’t decide what you do or not, we do. You don’t reject anything. You will entertain this man and do anything he wants. Is that clear?”
I nodded yes.
Peter continued, “Tomorrow night at nine o’clock go to the Four Seasons bar and order a drink. A man will come up to you and ask if you are Katie. That is our friend. You will be staying with him at the hotel. Do what he wants. One piece of advice — he will be carrying a brief case. Don’t look at the brief case or touch it or even talk about it. If he thinks you are curious about the contents, you will be in a very difficult situation. Katie, you will be dead. Do you understand?”
I nodded yes again. There was nothing to say.
Peter started walking out the lobby when he turned and said, “For your own sake, make sure he has a good time.”
Randy, Anne and I met the next morning. I told them what Peter had said. Randy said, “Shit, this is not good. We have almost no time to do anything.”
Randy turned to me and said, “Will you do this?”
I replied, “If you want me to.”
Randy stared at me in thought, and then he nodded.
Randy continued, “Here are your instructions. If there is no opportunity, do nothing but entertain Andre. If you think that it will work, we will give you a pill. If you can put it in one of his drinks, it will put him into a soft sleep in about 30 minutes and he will stay asleep for about three hours. There will be no blinding headache, he will just sleep and wake up. If you can give him the pill, as soon as he is asleep, call the room number we will give you. Someone will come up, take his brief case, and return it to you. We really want to see what’s in his brief case.
Katie, this is not a man to take a chance with. If you have to entertain him, just do it. Don’t put yourself at risk.”
I replied, “I understand. Should I be scared?”
Anne cut in, “Maybe a little bit… be careful and don’t be a hero.”
*********
It was nine o’clock and I was having a drink at the hotel bar. From behind me I heard a voice say, “Katie, is that you?”
I turned and saw a large man standing before me. He was six feet tall and maybe 235 pounds. It looked like mostly muscle. His face was average but there was a knife scar on his right cheek. I looked down and saw a briefcase. I looked closer and realized it was chained to his wrist. I smiled and replied, “Yes, I am Katie and you are my friend I think.”
Andre replied, “Yes, you are certainly my good friend Katie, because Peter said you would be. No?”
I looked at him again. He scared me. His attitude, his body language told me that he had used many women before me. I was a nothing. I also realized that he had been drinking. He was holding on to the bar chair next to me and his eyes were the drunk stare that I had seen many times during college.
I said, “I am a very good friend of Peter’s and of course that means I am a very good friend of yours. Maybe we could have a drink here and then who knows?”
Andre glared at me and said, “No mouse and cat here. We are going upstairs and we fuck.”
He scared me, but there was nothing to do but say, “Of course, whatever you want, I want.”
Andre threw some money on the bar, took my arm and pulled me to the elevator. We entered his room. The first thing he did was to point at the mini bar and told me to make him a strong drink while he went to the bathroom. He left the bathroom door open and I could hear him pissing. I thought for a second that this would be a good time to give him the pill, but at the last minute decided that it was too early in the evening. I turned with the drink in my hand as he came out of the bathroom. He was trying to pull up his zipper and his brief case made him very awkward. Cursing, he finally was done with the zipper. He looked at me for a second and then reached in his pocket for the handcuff key for the brief case. He put the briefcase on the stand next to the bed, and then walked over to me.
He said, “That is your drink. Now make my drink.”
I made another drink and gave it to him. He said, “We must toast each other, my Katie slut. Drink, drink much.”
I gagged as the raw alcohol reached my throat. Some of the alcohol dribbled from my lips. My glass was half empty. His glass was almost completely empty. He reached for me and pulled me close. His head came down and he kissed me hard. His mouth opened and I let his tongue feel mine. His hand reached for my breast and squeezed it once and then again very hard. I cried in pain and tried to pull away, but he just laughed at me.
He finally pushed me back and said, “First I think I need to see a show, and then we fuck.”
“Show?” I asked.
“A strip show to see all of you, and then I have some fun.”
It was now obvious that I had misjudged how much alcohol he had before meeting me. His words were not quite a slur, but his eyes were fixed on me, his pupils very small. I thought there might be one chance to do something, so I raised my glass in a toast to him, smiled and said, “A drink before the show.”
I emptied my glass. The small amount in his glass was also gone as he drank to my toast. I smiled again and asked, “Another drink before the show?”
He nodded and held out his glass. I took his glass and went to the mini bar again. He turned and walked to the bed and sat on the end of it. My back was to him, but the bar mirror showed him pulling off his tie and opening the buttons on his shirt. Holding my breath I reached under my dress belt and took out the pill. Watching him through the mirror I dropped it in his drink and stirred it with my finger to dissolve it.
I turned and walked to him with the drink in my hand. He said, “That is your drink.”
I laughed and said, “How can it be my drink when I am going to put on a show for you. I can drink and perform, but not at the same time.”
He thought for a second and muttered, “Show first, and then drink.”
I gave him his drink and he swallowed half of it with his first gulp. He reached for my breast again and laughed when I jumped back. He leered at me and said, “Strip slut. I want to see you naked. Undress slowly.”
I nodded and tried to smile. I kicked off my shoes and then walked up to him and turned and said, “Pull down my zipper.”
I felt his hands on my back and then the zipper came down. His other hand reached under my legs and tried to grab me. I stepped away and faced him again. My dress dropped to the floor and I kicked it away. His eyes were fixated on my breasts. I touched my thighs with my hands and then moved them up my legs. I pretended to caress my vagina through my panties, and then moved my hands up my stomach to my breasts.
When motion stopped, I changed position and kissed each of them. Robert whispered, “Thank you,” as Michelle squeezed my hand.
We all fell asleep on the bed. When I woke in the morning, they were gone. There was no note. I quickly showered, dressed and checked out. I had the weekend left and then back to work on Monday. I tried to not think of Friday night. Usually I failed.
Randy and Anne debriefed me. After it was over Randy said, “Let me worry about Robert and Michelle. Your part in this is over. You will probably never see them again, and if you do, do not make any attempt to approach them. Peter will do to them what he has done to you. In this case, they are caught in a situation that will be difficult to escape from. I have some ideas, but Katie, your job is over with them.”
I continued the work outs with Anne. She never brought up that night again nor did I. I slept with Anne a little more now as if to prove to myself that my sexuality was intact. Of course I never mentioned to Anne and Randy that I had helped two people cum several times, and I had not. Anne sensed that something was wrong, but she never asked me about it.
Peter contacted me a week later. He said my performance was more than adequate, and that another $1,000 had been deposited into my savings account. He told me that he would be in contact with me later.
Several weeks later Anne and I were coming out of the gym when I noticed Peter with another man across the street. They were in a doorway and it was obvious that they did not want me to see them. Without moving my head I told Anne who was across the street. She said to follow her lead. At some point she started laughing and pulled my body around as if to follow through with the story. She took a quick look and pulled me around again and we continued to walk away from the gym.
As we walked away Anne said, “We have to talk to Randy.”
We met the next morning. Randy said, “The new man’s name is Andre. He is well known to us and the last we heard he is the second highest ranking member in their spy network. He is good and he is ruthless. He is also an all-round bastard. I don’t think it was a coincidence that they were watching you. You have not hid the fact that you and Anne are friends, so that isn’t it. I think Peter will be contacting you again, and Andre will be part of your assignment. Until your next contact, there is nothing we can do.”
The next day I met Peter in my lobby. He wasted no time. “Katie, a very important man is in the city. He has been traveling for weeks and is very tired. He needs to rest and to have some relaxation. I want you to entertain him.”
I said, “Peter, I don’t want…”
Peter interrupted, “You have no choice. You work for us. You don’t decide what you do or not, we do. You don’t reject anything. You will entertain this man and do anything he wants. Is that clear?”
I nodded yes.
Peter continued, “Tomorrow night at nine o’clock go to the Four Seasons bar and order a drink. A man will come up to you and ask if you are Katie. That is our friend. You will be staying with him at the hotel. Do what he wants. One piece of advice — he will be carrying a brief case. Don’t look at the brief case or touch it or even talk about it. If he thinks you are curious about the contents, you will be in a very difficult situation. Katie, you will be dead. Do you understand?”
I nodded yes again. There was nothing to say.
Peter started walking out the lobby when he turned and said, “For your own sake, make sure he has a good time.”
Randy, Anne and I met the next morning. I told them what Peter had said. Randy said, “Shit, this is not good. We have almost no time to do anything.”
Randy turned to me and said, “Will you do this?”
I replied, “If you want me to.”
Randy stared at me in thought, and then he nodded.
Randy continued, “Here are your instructions. If there is no opportunity, do nothing but entertain Andre. If you think that it will work, we will give you a pill. If you can put it in one of his drinks, it will put him into a soft sleep in about 30 minutes and he will stay asleep for about three hours. There will be no blinding headache, he will just sleep and wake up. If you can give him the pill, as soon as he is asleep, call the room number we will give you. Someone will come up, take his brief case, and return it to you. We really want to see what’s in his brief case.
Katie, this is not a man to take a chance with. If you have to entertain him, just do it. Don’t put yourself at risk.”
I replied, “I understand. Should I be scared?”
Anne cut in, “Maybe a little bit… be careful and don’t be a hero.”
*********
It was nine o’clock and I was having a drink at the hotel bar. From behind me I heard a voice say, “Katie, is that you?”
I turned and saw a large man standing before me. He was six feet tall and maybe 235 pounds. It looked like mostly muscle. His face was average but there was a knife scar on his right cheek. I looked down and saw a briefcase. I looked closer and realized it was chained to his wrist. I smiled and replied, “Yes, I am Katie and you are my friend I think.”
Andre replied, “Yes, you are certainly my good friend Katie, because Peter said you would be. No?”
I looked at him again. He scared me. His attitude, his body language told me that he had used many women before me. I was a nothing. I also realized that he had been drinking. He was holding on to the bar chair next to me and his eyes were the drunk stare that I had seen many times during college.
I said, “I am a very good friend of Peter’s and of course that means I am a very good friend of yours. Maybe we could have a drink here and then who knows?”
Andre glared at me and said, “No mouse and cat here. We are going upstairs and we fuck.”
He scared me, but there was nothing to do but say, “Of course, whatever you want, I want.”
Andre threw some money on the bar, took my arm and pulled me to the elevator. We entered his room. The first thing he did was to point at the mini bar and told me to make him a strong drink while he went to the bathroom. He left the bathroom door open and I could hear him pissing. I thought for a second that this would be a good time to give him the pill, but at the last minute decided that it was too early in the evening. I turned with the drink in my hand as he came out of the bathroom. He was trying to pull up his zipper and his brief case made him very awkward. Cursing, he finally was done with the zipper. He looked at me for a second and then reached in his pocket for the handcuff key for the brief case. He put the briefcase on the stand next to the bed, and then walked over to me.
He said, “That is your drink. Now make my drink.”
I made another drink and gave it to him. He said, “We must toast each other, my Katie slut. Drink, drink much.”
I gagged as the raw alcohol reached my throat. Some of the alcohol dribbled from my lips. My glass was half empty. His glass was almost completely empty. He reached for me and pulled me close. His head came down and he kissed me hard. His mouth opened and I let his tongue feel mine. His hand reached for my breast and squeezed it once and then again very hard. I cried in pain and tried to pull away, but he just laughed at me.
He finally pushed me back and said, “First I think I need to see a show, and then we fuck.”
“Show?” I asked.
“A strip show to see all of you, and then I have some fun.”
It was now obvious that I had misjudged how much alcohol he had before meeting me. His words were not quite a slur, but his eyes were fixed on me, his pupils very small. I thought there might be one chance to do something, so I raised my glass in a toast to him, smiled and said, “A drink before the show.”
I emptied my glass. The small amount in his glass was also gone as he drank to my toast. I smiled again and asked, “Another drink before the show?”
He nodded and held out his glass. I took his glass and went to the mini bar again. He turned and walked to the bed and sat on the end of it. My back was to him, but the bar mirror showed him pulling off his tie and opening the buttons on his shirt. Holding my breath I reached under my dress belt and took out the pill. Watching him through the mirror I dropped it in his drink and stirred it with my finger to dissolve it.
I turned and walked to him with the drink in my hand. He said, “That is your drink.”
I laughed and said, “How can it be my drink when I am going to put on a show for you. I can drink and perform, but not at the same time.”
He thought for a second and muttered, “Show first, and then drink.”
I gave him his drink and he swallowed half of it with his first gulp. He reached for my breast again and laughed when I jumped back. He leered at me and said, “Strip slut. I want to see you naked. Undress slowly.”
I nodded and tried to smile. I kicked off my shoes and then walked up to him and turned and said, “Pull down my zipper.”
I felt his hands on my back and then the zipper came down. His other hand reached under my legs and tried to grab me. I stepped away and faced him again. My dress dropped to the floor and I kicked it away. His eyes were fixated on my breasts. I touched my thighs with my hands and then moved them up my legs. I pretended to caress my vagina through my panties, and then moved my hands up my stomach to my breasts.
I played with my breasts through my bra as he watched me. I reached behind and unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes never left my breasts. His stare made me uncomfortable, but I noticed that my nipples had hardened. I returned his stare and slipped my fingers inside my panties and pushed them down. I stepped out of them. My fingers went to my vulva as I played with myself in front of him. He gestured for me kneel in front of him. My hands reached for his belt buckle and I undid it. I pulled his zipper down and saw his erection through his shorts.
I realized it would be difficult for me to pull his pants off with his shoes on. I untied his shoes and removed them; his socks followed. He snarled, “Hurry bitch.”
He finished his drink and threw his glass on the floor. I put my hands on his pants and pulled them off as he lifted himself. The same thing was done with his shorts. He was naked from the waist down and I was kneeling before his penis. Moisture glistened at the end of his penis as my hands cupped his balls and my mouth went over him. My mouth worked his penis trying to get as much of him into me as I could.
He was becoming excited and vocal. “Suck it good, Peter’s slut; take it all in,” was coming from his mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down onto his prick. He was becoming extremely excited and I expected him to spurt into my mouth at any moment. Suddenly he pulled my head up violently by the hair. It was painful and I was surprised.
He slurred at me, “No slut is going to get away with just a blowjob.” He pulled me up by my arms and threw me on the bed. He staggered up and stared at me. I was on my back with my legs spread. I made no attempt to cover myself. He hurriedly took off his shirt and knelt on the bed between my legs. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and put his penis into me hard. I gasped with pain. My body was not ready for this assault and I was dry. My saliva on his penis was the only lubricant and it was not helping. He thrust into me three or four times until he was completely in me and stopped. His eyes were unfocused as he looked at me. He reached out for my nipple and took it between his fingers and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain.
“Bitch,” he snarled. I looked at him just as his hand slapped my face hard. I was stunned. I was hit again with his backhand, and then another forehand. I was crying. He started moving in me again. He was rough and I was barely conscious. There was no more pain, just a violent rocking motion as he came to his climax. My eyes were closed. I didn’t care; I just wanted him to finish.
Finally he was done. He pulled out of me and stared. He dragged me from the bed and threw me on the floor as he pulled the covers back from the bed. He looked at me and said, “Get into the bed. If you move from the bed I will kill you. If you go to the bathroom, I will kill you. If you do anything I will kill you. Do you believe me?”
I nodded yes.
He lay on the bed and turned his back on me. The lights in the room were still on, but I didn’t move. I think I was sobbing silently. My one eye was hurting, my head was hurting and my nose was bleeding. I did not move.
Five or six minutes went by and I could hear his breath as it sunk into a rhythm of sleep. He was not moving. Knowing what I had to do, I still waited another thirty minutes; I wanted to be sure the pill was working. I slowly pushed the covers free from my side of the bed watching and listening for any sign that he was coming out of his sleep. He continued to breathe deeply. Fortunately, the phone was on my side of the bed. I dialled seven and then the room number that Randy and Anne had given me. Anne answered and said, “Yes.”
I told her my room number and she said, “In three minutes open the door and hand me the brief case. Watch the clock. Exactly 20 minutes after I get the briefcase, go to the door again. The brief case will be outside the door.”
I hung up without a word. I waited a couple of minutes sitting on the bed and then got up, took the brief case and went to the door. I quietly opened the door and there was Anne.
She looked at me and her face turned to anguish. “God damn,” she swore. “Are you alright,” she whispered.
I had forgotten I was naked. There was blood on my chin and my left eye was beginning to swell. I handed her the briefcase, tried to nod, but then closed the door and returned to my side of the bed. I sat on the bed facing away from him. Twenty minutes later I was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I had not moved and he was still sleeping, but he was starting to move his body to adjust his position. I went to the door, opened it and took the briefcase that was sitting on the floor in front of the threshold. I put the briefcase where he had left it and went back to the bed.
As I slid into the bed he moved again, but he was still sleeping. I lay there next to him, unmoving, staring at the ceiling. Another hour past and he was still sleeping, but now his body adjustments were becoming more pronounced. He finally rolled over facing me, but still asleep. I moved closer to him. His knee was bent towards me and I adjusted my position so that his knee was touching my labia; my breasts within inches of his chin. I closed my eyes and waited.
Sometime later, I knew he woke up. I knew he was looking at me as his knee brushed my pussy. He cursed in some language, rolled over and went into the bathroom. He returned and got into the bed. I pretended to sleep and expected the worst. Instead, he turned his back to me and went to sleep again.
He slept the rest of the night. I’m not sure if I ever went to sleep, but I must have. Every time his body moved or his breathing changed, I held my breath.
Early in the morning I heard a phone ringing, but not the room phone next to me. It was Andre’s cell phone. He retrieved it from his coat pocket and snarled, “Yes.” He listened for 30 seconds and said, “Where?” He listened for a few seconds and disconnected the phone. He cursed as he stood up and went into the bathroom. The shower started. He came back into the room and started dressing. The hangover must have been severe because every other word out of his mouth was a curse. I kept my eyes closed. And then it was over. He finished dressing, handcuffed the briefcase to his wrist, and went out the door. As I heard the door close, tears started coming from me.
A minute later the door opened again. I thought that he had come back. Who else would come here; would have the key?
I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Anne say, “Katie, it is over. Let me dress you and get you out of here.”
She went to the bathroom and brought out a wet hand towel and gently wiped the remaining dried blood from my face. My eye was now half closed; I can only imagine what it looked like. She dressed me quickly and led me out the door. The service elevator was at the end of the hall. The elevator was there and the door was open. We entered the elevator and Anne pushed the basement button.
We reached the basement and the door opened. A man was there. I pulled back, but Anne said, “He is one of ours. He is a doctor.”
The doctor looked at my eye and then checked my cheek and nose. He turned to Anne and said, “There is nothing broken. She will have a shiner that will be a winner, and she will be sore for a day or two. Give her one of these tablets if she needs it for pain; they will also help her sleep.”
Anne thanked the doctor and led me to the basement exit. A large black car was waiting and Anne helped me into the back seat. She said to the driver, “Take us to the retreat house.”
He nodded and put the car in gear. I fell asleep. Sometime later he pulled up to a front gate, it opened, and he drove up a long driveway. He stopped the car and opened the back door. Anne helped me out of the car and led me to the front door. As she was opening the front door, the car drove away.
Anne helped me up the stairs to the second floor and took me into a large bedroom. She removed my clothes and helped me into the shower. She quickly stripped herself and started the water. She washed my body gently, saying very little. Her hands were everywhere. At one point my tears started again. She stopped washing me and hugged me — my soapy body against hers.
Anne finished washing me. As I stepped from the shower, she gently dried me with a large soft towel. She led me to the bed and pulled the covers back and eased me into the bed. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Sleep.”
I slept throughout the day. About four o’clock Anne came into the room and shook me awake. She said, “Any more sleep and you will never sleep tonight. Randy asked me to wake you and bring you downstairs. He has some news for us.”
I looked around for some clothes, but Anne said, “A robe is all you need.”
As I stood up Anne put a silk robe around me. She tied the belt.
We went down the stairs together and found Randy sitting in the great room. He was dressed casually and had a beer in his hand. He stood up as we came into the room. He walked to me and gently kissed me on the cheek and he muttered, “I never thought you would get into that situation, or I would have stopped it. I’m terribly sorry. I feel awful.”
I gripped his hand and said, “It’s over now. That’s all I want to know.”
He nodded his head and said, “Yes Katie, for quite a while it is over for you. You went beyond the duty we expected and you were successful. The agency owes you a tremendous debt of gratitude. Right now we just want you to relax and recover. This is an agency house — a safe house is the right word. Only the three of us are here, and there are guards that make sure that no one else even comes close.
“This is your rest and recovery house Katie.
I realized it would be difficult for me to pull his pants off with his shoes on. I untied his shoes and removed them; his socks followed. He snarled, “Hurry bitch.”
He finished his drink and threw his glass on the floor. I put my hands on his pants and pulled them off as he lifted himself. The same thing was done with his shorts. He was naked from the waist down and I was kneeling before his penis. Moisture glistened at the end of his penis as my hands cupped his balls and my mouth went over him. My mouth worked his penis trying to get as much of him into me as I could.
He was becoming excited and vocal. “Suck it good, Peter’s slut; take it all in,” was coming from his mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down onto his prick. He was becoming extremely excited and I expected him to spurt into my mouth at any moment. Suddenly he pulled my head up violently by the hair. It was painful and I was surprised.
He slurred at me, “No slut is going to get away with just a blowjob.” He pulled me up by my arms and threw me on the bed. He staggered up and stared at me. I was on my back with my legs spread. I made no attempt to cover myself. He hurriedly took off his shirt and knelt on the bed between my legs. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and put his penis into me hard. I gasped with pain. My body was not ready for this assault and I was dry. My saliva on his penis was the only lubricant and it was not helping. He thrust into me three or four times until he was completely in me and stopped. His eyes were unfocused as he looked at me. He reached out for my nipple and took it between his fingers and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain.
“Bitch,” he snarled. I looked at him just as his hand slapped my face hard. I was stunned. I was hit again with his backhand, and then another forehand. I was crying. He started moving in me again. He was rough and I was barely conscious. There was no more pain, just a violent rocking motion as he came to his climax. My eyes were closed. I didn’t care; I just wanted him to finish.
Finally he was done. He pulled out of me and stared. He dragged me from the bed and threw me on the floor as he pulled the covers back from the bed. He looked at me and said, “Get into the bed. If you move from the bed I will kill you. If you go to the bathroom, I will kill you. If you do anything I will kill you. Do you believe me?”
I nodded yes.
He lay on the bed and turned his back on me. The lights in the room were still on, but I didn’t move. I think I was sobbing silently. My one eye was hurting, my head was hurting and my nose was bleeding. I did not move.
Five or six minutes went by and I could hear his breath as it sunk into a rhythm of sleep. He was not moving. Knowing what I had to do, I still waited another thirty minutes; I wanted to be sure the pill was working. I slowly pushed the covers free from my side of the bed watching and listening for any sign that he was coming out of his sleep. He continued to breathe deeply. Fortunately, the phone was on my side of the bed. I dialled seven and then the room number that Randy and Anne had given me. Anne answered and said, “Yes.”
I told her my room number and she said, “In three minutes open the door and hand me the brief case. Watch the clock. Exactly 20 minutes after I get the briefcase, go to the door again. The brief case will be outside the door.”
I hung up without a word. I waited a couple of minutes sitting on the bed and then got up, took the brief case and went to the door. I quietly opened the door and there was Anne.
She looked at me and her face turned to anguish. “God damn,” she swore. “Are you alright,” she whispered.
I had forgotten I was naked. There was blood on my chin and my left eye was beginning to swell. I handed her the briefcase, tried to nod, but then closed the door and returned to my side of the bed. I sat on the bed facing away from him. Twenty minutes later I was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I had not moved and he was still sleeping, but he was starting to move his body to adjust his position. I went to the door, opened it and took the briefcase that was sitting on the floor in front of the threshold. I put the briefcase where he had left it and went back to the bed.
As I slid into the bed he moved again, but he was still sleeping. I lay there next to him, unmoving, staring at the ceiling. Another hour past and he was still sleeping, but now his body adjustments were becoming more pronounced. He finally rolled over facing me, but still asleep. I moved closer to him. His knee was bent towards me and I adjusted my position so that his knee was touching my labia; my breasts within inches of his chin. I closed my eyes and waited.
Sometime later, I knew he woke up. I knew he was looking at me as his knee brushed my pussy. He cursed in some language, rolled over and went into the bathroom. He returned and got into the bed. I pretended to sleep and expected the worst. Instead, he turned his back to me and went to sleep again.
He slept the rest of the night. I’m not sure if I ever went to sleep, but I must have. Every time his body moved or his breathing changed, I held my breath.
Early in the morning I heard a phone ringing, but not the room phone next to me. It was Andre’s cell phone. He retrieved it from his coat pocket and snarled, “Yes.” He listened for 30 seconds and said, “Where?” He listened for a few seconds and disconnected the phone. He cursed as he stood up and went into the bathroom. The shower started. He came back into the room and started dressing. The hangover must have been severe because every other word out of his mouth was a curse. I kept my eyes closed. And then it was over. He finished dressing, handcuffed the briefcase to his wrist, and went out the door. As I heard the door close, tears started coming from me.
A minute later the door opened again. I thought that he had come back. Who else would come here; would have the key?
I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Anne say, “Katie, it is over. Let me dress you and get you out of here.”
She went to the bathroom and brought out a wet hand towel and gently wiped the remaining dried blood from my face. My eye was now half closed; I can only imagine what it looked like. She dressed me quickly and led me out the door. The service elevator was at the end of the hall. The elevator was there and the door was open. We entered the elevator and Anne pushed the basement button.
We reached the basement and the door opened. A man was there. I pulled back, but Anne said, “He is one of ours. He is a doctor.”
The doctor looked at my eye and then checked my cheek and nose. He turned to Anne and said, “There is nothing broken. She will have a shiner that will be a winner, and she will be sore for a day or two. Give her one of these tablets if she needs it for pain; they will also help her sleep.”
Anne thanked the doctor and led me to the basement exit. A large black car was waiting and Anne helped me into the back seat. She said to the driver, “Take us to the retreat house.”
He nodded and put the car in gear. I fell asleep. Sometime later he pulled up to a front gate, it opened, and he drove up a long driveway. He stopped the car and opened the back door. Anne helped me out of the car and led me to the front door. As she was opening the front door, the car drove away.
Anne helped me up the stairs to the second floor and took me into a large bedroom. She removed my clothes and helped me into the shower. She quickly stripped herself and started the water. She washed my body gently, saying very little. Her hands were everywhere. At one point my tears started again. She stopped washing me and hugged me — my soapy body against hers.
Anne finished washing me. As I stepped from the shower, she gently dried me with a large soft towel. She led me to the bed and pulled the covers back and eased me into the bed. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Sleep.”
I slept throughout the day. About four o’clock Anne came into the room and shook me awake. She said, “Any more sleep and you will never sleep tonight. Randy asked me to wake you and bring you downstairs. He has some news for us.”
I looked around for some clothes, but Anne said, “A robe is all you need.”
As I stood up Anne put a silk robe around me. She tied the belt.
We went down the stairs together and found Randy sitting in the great room. He was dressed casually and had a beer in his hand. He stood up as we came into the room. He walked to me and gently kissed me on the cheek and he muttered, “I never thought you would get into that situation, or I would have stopped it. I’m terribly sorry. I feel awful.”
I gripped his hand and said, “It’s over now. That’s all I want to know.”
He nodded his head and said, “Yes Katie, for quite a while it is over for you. You went beyond the duty we expected and you were successful. The agency owes you a tremendous debt of gratitude. Right now we just want you to relax and recover. This is an agency house — a safe house is the right word. Only the three of us are here, and there are guards that make sure that no one else even comes close.
“This is your rest and recovery house Katie.
You will like it.”
I asked, “Was it worth it?”
Randy answered, “Let me show you what you accomplished. Have a seat on the couch with Anne so that I can play a tape we made today.”
I sat on the couch with Anne facing the television. Randy went to the television and inserted a VCR tape into the recorder. He picked up the remote and walked to the couch and sat next to me.
Randy said, “Before I start this tape, I am going to give you the background. The briefcase you gave Anne was dynamite. At a glance we knew we had the most key information that the other side could ever give us. Andre apparently was just finishing an extended trip where he collected and was supposed to deliver the most sensitive information that his agency had. Names, bribes, double agents were all in his briefcase. Our section will be working through the weekend just to discover how much we got.
“Then I had to make a critical decision. Do we return the material and play the ‘we don’t know it game,’ or do we make a more aggressive move. We didn’t think we had time to photograph all the material in the briefcase, so Anne and I decided that this was the time to shake things up.
“Very early this morning Peter received a call from a newly recruited asset. His name is Robert as in Robert and Michelle. It was quite an effort for that call to happen. Anne went to Robert’s apartment right after the decision was made. She told Robert that we knew he was spying and bluffed that we also had the pictures. Robert was shocked. He was being blackmailed by two different organizations; he had no choice. We forced him to call Peter.
“Robert told Peter that in return for never bothering them again, he would give Peter the name of one of the highest placed officials in his agency who was a double agent.
“Peter was intrigued and since promises are made to be broken, eagerly agreed to the deal. Robert told him that Andre was a double agent and that he had just exchanged sensitive information in exchange for money. The swap had just been made.
“We hoped that Peter would react quickly with the information, and he did. The phone call to Andre was from Peter asking for an immediate meeting — exactly what we were expecting.
“We had a full team on Peter. We even borrowed agents so that we could tail him and see where the meeting was to take place. We had plenty of cameras to record the action.
“So now here is the beginning of the tape.”
The television came alive. The first picture was of a large, black car parked in a large parking lot. Peter and two other men are leaning against the car waiting. Another car drives up and stops.
Randy said, “The first car is of Peter and two helpers. The second car brings Andre. Notice how things are friendly so far. They shook hands and talked. Then Peter said something. See how Andre reacted — he backed away, his body language is angry. Now Peter points at the brief case. Words are exchanged. Andre finally puts the briefcase on the hood of the car and starts to open it.
“Our cameras went to a close up at that point. The briefcase is opened and what do you know, stacks of hundred dollar bills are visible there rather than the papers that Andre expected. The amount of money in the briefcase weighed exactly the same as all the papers that had originally been in the briefcase… we didn’t want Andre to feel a weight difference. The amount of money in there doesn’t matter anyway compared to what we got.
“Look at the close up of Andre’s face. He is totally bewildered, but then his street smartness takes over. He knows he is in trouble. He starts to reach for something, but the two men have already grabbed each arm holding him. He is talking violently to Peter. But then he looks up. Someone has attracted their attention. Peter and his two goons are facing one way; Andre is facing the other. Andre sees a man step around a corner of the building — it was me — I grinned and gave a friendly wave, and then stepped back.
“Andre goes wild trying to break away from the men so that he can get me. The men are holding him, but just barely. Peter steps forward and appears to stab him with a needle. In seconds, Andre collapses and is put in the car. Both cars drive away.
“Katie, you will never have to worry about that bastard again. He has betrayed his organization. They are not as nice to their people as we are.
“Robert and Michelle, although they don’t know it, are free too. We don’t plan to exploit them; they are the innocents in this whole thing.”
Randy turned off the television and said to me, “We never expected him to do what he did to you. It was a major miscalculation. We can never repay you enough for your efforts. We have sensitive information, and their number two person is a traitor. It will take years for their organization to recover. Thanks to you, it was a major win over them.”
I understood what Randy was saying, and I really did understand how important the success of the operation was. However, it didn’t seem that important to me. Anne was sitting on my left side, and Randy was sitting on my right. I knew what I wanted.
I untied my robe and pulled it open so that I was exposed to them. I took Anne’s hand and pulled it so that it her fingers covered my breast. I spread my legs and took Randy’s hand and pulled it so that his fingers were touching my vagina. I looked at them both and said, “Please pretend it is Paris again, and let this weekend be ours.”
Anne’s fingers gently touched my nipple. Randy’s fingered slowly circled my opening. I had my answer.
THE END
I asked, “Was it worth it?”
Randy answered, “Let me show you what you accomplished. Have a seat on the couch with Anne so that I can play a tape we made today.”
I sat on the couch with Anne facing the television. Randy went to the television and inserted a VCR tape into the recorder. He picked up the remote and walked to the couch and sat next to me.
Randy said, “Before I start this tape, I am going to give you the background. The briefcase you gave Anne was dynamite. At a glance we knew we had the most key information that the other side could ever give us. Andre apparently was just finishing an extended trip where he collected and was supposed to deliver the most sensitive information that his agency had. Names, bribes, double agents were all in his briefcase. Our section will be working through the weekend just to discover how much we got.
“Then I had to make a critical decision. Do we return the material and play the ‘we don’t know it game,’ or do we make a more aggressive move. We didn’t think we had time to photograph all the material in the briefcase, so Anne and I decided that this was the time to shake things up.
“Very early this morning Peter received a call from a newly recruited asset. His name is Robert as in Robert and Michelle. It was quite an effort for that call to happen. Anne went to Robert’s apartment right after the decision was made. She told Robert that we knew he was spying and bluffed that we also had the pictures. Robert was shocked. He was being blackmailed by two different organizations; he had no choice. We forced him to call Peter.
“Robert told Peter that in return for never bothering them again, he would give Peter the name of one of the highest placed officials in his agency who was a double agent.
“Peter was intrigued and since promises are made to be broken, eagerly agreed to the deal. Robert told him that Andre was a double agent and that he had just exchanged sensitive information in exchange for money. The swap had just been made.
“We hoped that Peter would react quickly with the information, and he did. The phone call to Andre was from Peter asking for an immediate meeting — exactly what we were expecting.
“We had a full team on Peter. We even borrowed agents so that we could tail him and see where the meeting was to take place. We had plenty of cameras to record the action.
“So now here is the beginning of the tape.”
The television came alive. The first picture was of a large, black car parked in a large parking lot. Peter and two other men are leaning against the car waiting. Another car drives up and stops.
Randy said, “The first car is of Peter and two helpers. The second car brings Andre. Notice how things are friendly so far. They shook hands and talked. Then Peter said something. See how Andre reacted — he backed away, his body language is angry. Now Peter points at the brief case. Words are exchanged. Andre finally puts the briefcase on the hood of the car and starts to open it.
“Our cameras went to a close up at that point. The briefcase is opened and what do you know, stacks of hundred dollar bills are visible there rather than the papers that Andre expected. The amount of money in the briefcase weighed exactly the same as all the papers that had originally been in the briefcase… we didn’t want Andre to feel a weight difference. The amount of money in there doesn’t matter anyway compared to what we got.
“Look at the close up of Andre’s face. He is totally bewildered, but then his street smartness takes over. He knows he is in trouble. He starts to reach for something, but the two men have already grabbed each arm holding him. He is talking violently to Peter. But then he looks up. Someone has attracted their attention. Peter and his two goons are facing one way; Andre is facing the other. Andre sees a man step around a corner of the building — it was me — I grinned and gave a friendly wave, and then stepped back.
“Andre goes wild trying to break away from the men so that he can get me. The men are holding him, but just barely. Peter steps forward and appears to stab him with a needle. In seconds, Andre collapses and is put in the car. Both cars drive away.
“Katie, you will never have to worry about that bastard again. He has betrayed his organization. They are not as nice to their people as we are.
“Robert and Michelle, although they don’t know it, are free too. We don’t plan to exploit them; they are the innocents in this whole thing.”
Randy turned off the television and said to me, “We never expected him to do what he did to you. It was a major miscalculation. We can never repay you enough for your efforts. We have sensitive information, and their number two person is a traitor. It will take years for their organization to recover. Thanks to you, it was a major win over them.”
I understood what Randy was saying, and I really did understand how important the success of the operation was. However, it didn’t seem that important to me. Anne was sitting on my left side, and Randy was sitting on my right. I knew what I wanted.
I untied my robe and pulled it open so that I was exposed to them. I took Anne’s hand and pulled it so that it her fingers covered my breast. I spread my legs and took Randy’s hand and pulled it so that his fingers were touching my vagina. I looked at them both and said, “Please pretend it is Paris again, and let this weekend be ours.”
Anne’s fingers gently touched my nipple. Randy’s fingered slowly circled my opening. I had my answer.
THE END