Blood shadows

[chris2c4u]

The darkness was pretty good to begin with. Then it began to leak. Light dripped through Steve's eyes and painted houses and porches and streetlights into his brain.

He pulled the car over and leaned forward, his forehead on the wheel. His hand inside his shirt felt sticky and warm; he held it tight, closing the wound and looked up. Light painted the driveway in greys and purples.

He made it up the path and leaned against the screen door, his shoulder on the bell until more light emerged from the rectangular window in the door. It opened.

"Steve? Is that you?...What..."

The woman's voice sounded surprised, maybe even concerned. She leaned on the screen door.

"Step back - Steve let me..."

He staggered back and like a drunk swayed as she opened the door.

She stood, looking at him, looking at shadows. Blood looks like shadows in the dark.

He wondered how it was all going to end - and remembered how it had begun.

****

The FBI's profiling team had been working for weeks - looking at their own staff. Now the shortlist was down to Alan Roberts.

Three men sat around a table and studied the reports of the profilers. "He looks like our man," said Commander McCulloch, closing the manilla folder on his desk. "Let's get him in."

****

Roberts sat outside the FBI office in Richmond, next to the girl from admin, trying to remember her name. Amanda? He smiled and took a bite of his sandwich asking what she did outside the office. He tried to read the name on her pass hanging around her neck until he realised that she probably thought he was staring at her breasts. not that they weren't worth...

"And my friend Amanda and me, we're going down the Appalachian trail, early summer, before it gets too hot..."

Figured. Amanda had to be her friend. He leaned back and drew a deep breath, wondering if she liked sports. His brow furrowed. Alice? Maybe she was Alice.

His phone began to beep and vibrate in his jacket pocket. He flipped it open and took the call from the office.

"Hey, Al, you're wanted." The voice of Simmons, who sat at the desk in front of his informed him.

"Who by?"

"Fourth floor job, now if not sooner. What you got yourself into?"

"Beats me," the fourth floor was where agents were bawled out - but he didn't have a bad record. It was also where meetings were held - none of which he'd ever been invited to - at which top brass attended.

"I can see you down there, pity to break up a beautiful thing between you and Annie."

Al shaded his eyes against the reflected glare from the windows and saw Simmons wave.

Annie. Dammit. He knew that.

****

The fourth floor. He had to leave his phone and hand held computer at the desk; these were secure rooms against bugs - no external electronics were permitted. He then waited until his own commander McCulloch came for him. They didn't speak until they entered the meeting room. Roberts looked around; there were only two other people there.

McCulloch introduced a man with a tanned and weather beaten face; a sailor in his spare time, Alan guessed. "From narcotics, Washington." No name was given and Alan knew better than to ask.

The other man was a contrast; younger, more diffident. "LA office, informatics." Alan nodded and reached over shaking hands with the younger man. Alan was taller than either of them, broader in the shoulder too, a swimmer's physique. They sat at an oval table and Alan ran his hand through his dark brown wavy hair.

They got down to business straight away - he was being asked to go undercover. Yes, he'd done it before he said to their question, knowing they already knew all about him.

"Drugs, a gang running across from Virginia into Maryland," the tanned man nodded as he added more of Roberts' past. He ran a hand across his crew cut grey hair.

"This is drugs again - but bigger. Much bigger." He pushed a box file across the table. "This is you from now on. Steve Hadley; you need to learn it all in a week. You need to be him in a week."

"I'll be helping you with this," the informatics man said, nervously pushing up a pair of wire rimmed glasses on his nose.

He nodded absently at the informatics man and opened the file. "What's happening in a week?" He pulled his new identity towards him and began to adjust to his new name.

McCulloch smiled. "You're going to a party. And you're going to get lucky." He pushed over a smaller file. "Steve" opened it and saw a picture of a beautiful woman staring up at him. He bit back the smart remarks.

A closed thread for Sinful_Whispers and myself. Comments welcome in PM's.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Natasha heard a the sound of a car drive up, the engine cut out as her heart beat faster within her chest. Whoever it was chose an odd time of the night to show up; quickly she grabbed her piece from its holster and tucked down the back of her shorts as she walked down the hall way hearing the buzzer going off as if one had their finger pressed upon it and wouldn’t let up.

She pulled aside the curtain and looked out it careful and there he stood leaning against the house, his shoulder upon the buzzer. Something was wrong, she pulled the curtain back a bit more and left the light shine upon him a smidgen more and she saw the dark crimson color stain as his hand pressed against his wound, yet to her it was a mere shadow when she looked at it as her mind and thoughts were not meshing as one at that minute. Her gut quickly told her this was not good, a feeling she got and normally it was right. Quickly she opened the door and looked to him, his eyes were glazed over and half shut. She noticed he lost a lot of blood and seen the wound more and she began to panic little. “Steve is that you?...what…”?

Natasha pressed against the screen door to open it but he was leaning against it and she couldn’t get it open to help him, she was both surprised as well as concerned seeing him there at her door. Step back - Steve let me..." before she could finish her sentence he stepped back staggering like a drunkard. She knew he needed help then as she opened the door for him, she couldn’t believe that he even made it to her house. Once he stepped from the dim light more into the open as she watched him stagger from side to side and sway, she realized that what she thought were shadows on his shirt was now a deep red blood stain. ‘Fuck’ she thought to herself, and grabbed a hold of his right arm and lead him into the house, closing and locking the door behind him and peering out the window seeing if there was anyone following him or if there were gawking nosy neighbors peeking behind blinds and curtains.

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Natasha walked out of the club and turned the corner, as her stiletto heels sounded off with each step along the sidewalk. Behind her were two burly men, both towering her by a foot. They stayed ten feet back and peered about as she headed to the private parking garage aside the old warehouse that was remodeled into one of the hottest nightclubs around for miles. Both wore dark pants, a black turtleneck and a dress jacket the same color as the night’s sky. Anyone could see they were body guards, or security of some type, they stuck out like a sore thumb even if they were dressed like mafia men all in black that sounded more like cavemen when they spoke.

She hated having them on her ass no matter where she was. As soon as she walked out the doors of the club they were told to be on her like flies on fresh shit. She smiled to the valet as she stood there and watched the other run and go bring the car around. She knew she had a few minutes from the time she got hers to the time they got theirs and were able to be on her ass. Natasha’s heart beat hard and quick within her chest, this had to work, she was getting in deeper and deeper and felt no way out at the present time. She knew she had to lose them in order to make contact with her boss for this meeting tonight.

Natasha watched as the black 94’ Dodge Viper RT10 came down and around the bend and stopped before her. As soon as the valet was out she was in, the sound of screeching tires on cement was heard as she peeled out and headed down the street. She made the first light and quickly hit the clutch and slammed it into gear to make the next few. Looking back in her rearview mirror she noticed the headlights in the distance. Quickly she jumped on the freeway and opened it open, the car did 200+ in seconds as she reached down and pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it as she switched back and forth between lanes.

Taking one a glance back in the mirror as she drew a hard long draw on her cigarette she knew she lost the goon patrol and began to relax as she blow the smoke slowly out watching as it quickly moved out the window as the nights air sucked it into its abyss. Natasha pulled off the freeway taking an exit that she could take back a few miles and backtrack to her destination. She slowed down and drove up the ramp and turned back on to a main street. She watched around here to make sure she wasn’t followed by some pure fucked up bad luck of hers and saw nothing. She turned down Greenwich and on to E. Wright and pulled up to a huge bay garage door and beeped an odd sequence. She watched as it opened and quickly, yet slowly drown in as she cut the engine and heard the door closing behind her.

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Her door was opened for her as she stepped out and dropped the red lipstick colored butt to the floor and stepped upon it, and heard the car door close behind her.

“Nice car agent Parker seems you have got yourself a Sugar daddy and one quite fast,” he said as she looked the car over and then stepped back folding his arms as she looked her over. “You get in any deeper were pulling your ass out fast and sending you abroad. We can’t afford to take that kind of chance. They already think there’s some shit going down and the fall is going to take the small fish out of the pond first.”

Commander James Booker shook his head as he turned away from Natasha and headed across the garage floor and up the steel fire escape like steps to the second floor office. Natasha followed behind him, as she felt the redness in her face as she knew she was being threatened to be pulled out of this sting operation by him. He opened the door and she followed in, closing it behind her as three to five other FBI agents stood down in the garage area making sure she wasn’t followed and keeping the place secure.

“Listen Commander, I have nine months undercover with this shit, I don’t deserve to be pulled from this operation. I have busted my ass hard to get in as YOU all asked me to do. YOU wanted me to infiltrate the club and get into their world, now that I am; you want to pull my ass out because I did exactly as YOU asked.” Natasha was pissed and her Commander knew it as she ranted and raved. “YOU said get close to the heads of this organization, so I did. YOU said find contacts and who’s doing what and I did. I’m not going to step away from this, so don’t bother even trying to yank my as out.”

Booker sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair and grinned like the cat who ate the canary as he listened to her explode. He loved her feistiness, and always knew she could go somewhere high with the CIA. Booker had Thirty-seven years in with the bureau so far; he was soon up for retirement in less than a year and couldn’t wait. “You got spunk girl, but you need more than that to prove yourself. Don’t threaten me Janet or I’ll pull your ass out so fast you won’t know what the hell your doing except waking up on a plane that’s headed for Bum-Fuck Egypt. You got that?” he said as she leaned forth in the beat up leather office chair and looked to her with his piercing dark brown eyes. Booker was hardcore CIA, he took no shit from anyone and those that challenged him he gladly took on head first and proved himself. He was tall, black and built like a brick shithouse. Meeting up with him in a dark alley would be any person’s nightmare and probably death wish as well. “By the way you look nice this evening.”

He used her real first name, she felt as if she were in trouble almost like when she was younger and her mother called her buy her full name Janet Louise Parker, she knew her ass was in deep shit then. Janet scoffed and sat back in the chair and crossed her legs as she fixed the long white sequenced dress that split up the side and went from the bottom of the dress to heaven showing off her shapely tanned legs. She smiled as she heard the compliment. “We need to hurry up here, I told Raphael I would only be gone for a short time that I had to go back to the penthouse before we left for the party. I have less than one hour and need to actually go there and then back to the club. Tell me who I’m looking for and hand me the picture or you won’t be pulling me out, more dragging me out in a body bag or maybe not even finding my body at all.”

Bookers expressions upon his face changed fast as she glared at her looking all serious, as he should this could get her killed if she was caught there and they found out she wasn’t who she said she was. Booker opened a blue file that he pulled from the upper right hand drawer of the desk, and pushed a picture of a man towards her. Janet picked it up and looked it over, and then saw the next few pushed her way and glanced at those as well. “His name is Steve Hadley, he’s a big wig in the import and exporting business. He moves everything and anything from cars, art to rare gems; basically anything that has a high ticket value.” Booker cleared his throat then continued speaking about him letting Janet know all she needed to know. “Tonight is your lucky night Princess Natasha, your going to get lucky.”

Natasha looked the pictures over again and took the one that was a headshot only and folded it up stuffing it in the top half of her thigh hi stockings on the leg side that didn’t have the slit. She secured it with the elastic top that was covered my white lace s Booker watched shaking his head. The woman had it all, looks, brains and a body to go with it. Natasha stood up and smoothed out her dress, then reached up and made sure her long locks were secured in place upon her head, other than the few dangling around her tanned thin face that had those sharp china doll features. “Okay, I got it all Booker. I know my role tonight. I’ll keep in touch and call you as soon as I can after I make contact with him. I’m not sure when that will be things having been a bit locked tight these past weeks. The gorillas are growing restless, too much sitting about and not enough movement least to their standards anyways.”

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He nodded and understood as she watched her go just as she came in. He heard the car tires squeal on the asphalt street as she headed back another way, which saved her time. As soon as she pulled up before the building she lived in, she seen the two goons sitting there in their car. Natasha quickly pulled up front, got out greeted the doorman before they had a chance to catch up to her she was in the elevator with the doors closing. She went up got out and went into her penthouse apartment, got a drink and headed back down. There to greet her was Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. Before they could say anything she was past them, back in her car and racing out and back up the street. They stayed on her ass this time as they followed her to the party where she was to meet up with Raphael.

Natasha pulled up to the gate, security seeing it was her opened the gates and she drove up the long horseshoe shaped drive and stopped as she got to the front doors of the fancy house of one of the rich head guys running the operation. The valet helped her out of the car and then another came t escort her up the marble steps and through the door as the Goon patrol followed right behind her. The party was in full swing as she entered and sought out Raphael. She wade her way thought the mingling crowd and to his side as she placed a kiss on each cheek as well as the gentleman he was speaking too. “Sorry I was late, I took the car out and opened it up tonight, never had the chance to since you bought it for me Ralphie, please forgive me.”

He nodded and whispered to her that she will make it up to him later sometime and for her to go get a drink and mingle with the other guests. Natasha placed a kiss upon his lips this time and then took her leave letting them speak. She swallowed hard and looked for one of the waiters with a tray carrying the champagne. Grabbing one as he passed she began to seek her mark Mr. Steve Hadley.

 

[chris2c4u]

Steve Hadley's apartment wasn't something an FBI agent could afford. When he and the informatics man - "call me Joe," the LA operative had said -arrived Steve had looked around.

"I could get used to this." They weren't to go back to his apartment on East Franklin. His question about clothes was answered when he saw the full wardrobe of designer wear.

"That's the idea - Steve -" Joe nearly tripped up and used his real name. "You have to get used to it. The kitchen's stocked. I'll make some coffee and we'll get started."

They worked hard and by the second day Steve lay in his new bed and dreamed about his first girl friend at school. He woke up; the sky was only half alight as he sat up and wiped his face, shaking his head. It seemed - real...The dream slowly faded away.

School, parents...

"Want to talk to em? Well - your Mom anyhow."

Steve nodded absently. "Dad died in 94. Liver..." he frowned at Joe. "Talk?"

"Give her a call. You remember the number?"

Joe pulled the phone across the kitchen bench he was sat at in a pair of track suit bottoms and a muscle tee. He looked at Joe and punched the number.

"Hello?" The lady at the other end sounded frail.

Steve cleared his throad. "Hi - Mom."

"Steve, it's so nice to hear from you. How are you? Where are you? Not in Europe again?"

The conversation went on for a few minutes before he rang off and shook his head slightly at Joe.

"They're going to be looking at you Steve. Real close - you have to be ready. These aren't street dealers or state middle men - these guys have the logistics to check and double check the people working with them. They're very careful."

The days went by. "Tell me about the last art deal you were involved with," Joe said.

Steve sighed and recounted the tale of the few minor American painters and the Japanese collector. He had sorted out the shipping and the paperwork. Joe asked him about the red tape. He nodded and smiled. "You're good. and so are we."

Steve held up his hands. "I could call the Jap collector, I guess?"

Joe shrugged. "Sure, but his English isn't so great." He grinned. "Plus, your name is down in the records at Sothebys, Christies..."

Steve drank coffee. "I guess my degree in art history is part of why you picked me," Steve said.

"Part," Joe said, biting back the question why someone with an art history degree was working for the FBI. If he could have asked the question, it could have be answered; art and antique crime had its own section. It was a painting here, a smuggled Hepplewhite desk there. Steve enjoyed it but was trying to forget it - it wouldn't do to break into a story from the unsolved crimes archive where he was going.

****

He felt nervous as he pulled on the tuxedo. Yes, he'd got his new life. Yes, it wouldn't be odd being there, this was a party where dirty money rubbed shoulders with merchant bankers, where the contacts were made. Steve Hadley had been drawn to the attention of Anthony Milanese and he wanted to see this well read import export guy. Just a party. Maybe some business. Just a party.

But this was dangerous.

Joe had left the day before, so Steve left the apartment and took a cab to the house. They security gates swung open when the cabbie bawled about a guest and read out the name.

Steve walked in and cursed himself; his mouth had gone dry. Dammit. He took a glass of champagne from a tray as a broad shouldered, silver haired man walked over and held out a beefy hand.

"Mr Hadley?" a deep voice questioningly rumbled; Steve nodded and smiled.

"Mr. Milanese," he replied, "good to see you at last."

"I've heard a lot of good things about you. You're a young man doing well for himself."

Steve nodded, remembering not to be too self-effacing. "I do good work. My clients are happy."

Milanese beamed at him and clapped him on the back.

"Let me introduce you. You should make friends tonight, there are some important people here. Then - there's time to relax."

****

He didn't think about it, just sank into his role, his new life. He made gamblers laugh with the stories from Monte Carlo, he made Milanese laugh with the tales of Europe. He even made the enigmatic Raphael smile once or twice.

The evening wore on, the wine flowed. It was another reason they had selected him. He could hold his drink; he pushed the reasons why from his real life out f sight but he managed to appear sober, as did Raphael. It was late when Milanese walked unsteadily, his hand on Steve's shoulder to Raphael and his beautiful companion.

"Raphie, Raphie," Milanase slurred. "You come along with me. Steve here, he's been short of the company of beautiful women all night, we've been having a good time. Now - let him mingle with the lovely Natasha." Milanase stumbled over to her and put his hand on her ass. He might have been drunk, might feel her up but he knew he trusted Natasha, the Princess. If she said he was OK, then it was almost as good as the background check would be.

"You be good to my new friend now, uh?" He winked at her. "I'm always good to your friends, Tony. You know that." Natasha smiled and turned her gaze to Steve Hadley.

He returned her look as the two other men headed back towards the sound of the band playing a slow tune.

"Do you dance?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. Raphael looked back over his shoulder as she moved towards Steve.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Natasha roamed about, placing kisses to cheeks of many, many men she had bedded since she went under. Their wives looked to her in disgust, but that didn’t bother Natasha, she was there to do a job, and knew if they did their job their men wouldn’t be calling on her all hours of the night and day. Some old, some young, some great in bed, others needed to re-learn what the hell they were doing. Some liked it rough, others were mild mannered and then there were those that loved her taking control behind closed doors. The secrets bedrooms hold within their four walls she thought, how she could hurt most of the upper head of the syndicate.

The music flowed just like the champagne and wine fountains, very freely. She greeted those she knew and left then introduce her to one man then another to the next, as they all gave her a once over, which she was used to as each party was the same. Drinking, music, socializing, sex, secrets, lies, drugs and then the heads leave and gather in an office around a large table like Knight at the round table all ready to serve their king. Strategies and plans made for deliveries all over the states and abroad as well. Natasha was one of the lucky ones that were able to get close to many of the heads in the syndicate, she bedded who she needed to get the information she wanted. Funny, all it took was to be sexy, beautiful and great in bed she thought, and do the things their wives wouldn’t which was basically everything.

Natasha wandered about more, nit picking at pieces of fruit from trays that women in short little maid-like outfits wore as they circulated the room, as well as young men in white crisp shirts and black pants carrying trays of drinks. The parties were all the same, but tonight she had an agenda to fill. She peered about as she felt another bump into her, stopping she looked to the woman that was well into her fifties if not older. “Excuse me,” Natasha said as the woman did it on purpose as she glared at Natasha and called her a whore before the rest of the cackling bitches standing about in a huddle. Natasha thought well if they wish to call her that she’ll act the role, fuck it she thought she was already doing it and looked at them all and spoke out in a tone they could only hear her in and she pointed to them one by one.

“You bitch, your husband loved sharing himself with another man and me, you, your husband wears ladies clothing, and he loves the feel of silk. Margaret lets discuss your husband, he loves when I dress like a schoolgirl and spanks my ass, Katherine lets see Howard loves me to tie him up to my bed and spank him, make him my little bitch-boy. Now, if you ladies prefer I keep these little secrets to myself I suggest you watch who you call names at. No, this is great gossip imagine what I could do with it.” Natasha grinned and walked away with her head held up high. She’d never tell anyone other than those she needed to, she’d never admit what she was doing to get information, and it was no others business, she’d have been yanked fast, and one threat was enough to make the point.

Looking back over her shoulder she snickered as the cackling hens were huddled even closer, every now and then looking to her direction as she mingled, knowing she got the last word and they would say nothing to nobody, not even their husbands. She played the part better than she expected, as she sucked in a breath and left it out as she felt a slap to her ass lightly with a slight grab. She turned around to see who it was and it was Raphael as she moved aside her wrapping his arm around her as she kissed her lips. He tried to claim her but she made sure he realized she was free game which made him work harder for her attentions, offering her gifts, taking her traveling, letting her get in deeper and deeper.

“Come love, time to stay at my side for a while.” He said as he made sure his hand rested upon her hip wrapping his fingers tightly as he pulled her close as if they were connected at the hip. They walked around as a ‘couple’ so she thought. Natasha turned and looked as she heard hear Milanese speak, her brow raised as she looked at the side profile of the man he was speaking with as Ralphie was speaking to another ye didn’t let his grip on her loosen as she knew she found her mark. She turned back around as her name was mentioned; just as she did she head Milanase speaking over their shoulders. His breath smelt of booze, his words slurred but he brought his friend with him, and Ralphie didn’t seem too happy as he eyed the new guy up in the tux.

Natasha felt her ass gripped, which was nothing new by Milanase she was his bright star, his princess she could do no wrong in his eyes. He told her to be good to him and she grinned and whispered back to him that she was always good to him friend and used his first name, another privilege she was given, then again she sucked his dick and screwed him in every position possible. They walked away, and Natasha turned and looked to Steve, letting her eyes roam him for a moment.

‘Do you dance?’ he asked her as he held his hand to her in an offer to dance. She placed hers in his and felt his other hand slip around her and rest upon the small of her back as she stepped onto the dance floor. She could feel Ralphie’s eyes burning a hole through her back, and didn’t bother looking to see if she was right. Natasha moved close to him, pressing her breasts to his chest as she rested her chin upon his shoulder letting them dance slowly to the music. Natasha whispered to his ear, “I not only dance, but I’m very good at other things.”

She closed her eyes and left him lead her along, her body staying in sync with his body as they swayed slowly. She could feel his hips against her own, as she closed her eyes and took in his scent. “As you know my name is Natasha, and I know your Steve, perhaps we can maybe get better acquainted as Milanase would like that.”

 

[chris2c4u]

He liked the feel of her next to him, the feel of her body moving with the slow music as he remembered what he'd learned about her. A high class courtesan, she moved in the highest of the echelons of Milanese's family and friends. Joe had told him that Milanese would use her to check him out.

“As you know my name is Natasha, and I know you're Steve, perhaps we can maybe get better acquainted as Milanase would like that.”

He moved against her, not rushing things. "That would be...good," he said, letting his hand slide down the curve of her lower back.

He thought he'd get in a few of his own questions as well.

"So, you're a good friend of Mr Milanese and - Raphael? Was that his name?"

He turned her around on the dance floor so she could look over his shoulder at the in-aptly named man. He could inhale the scent of her perfume from her hair as they swayed.

"Maybe there's somewhere more - intimate - we could get to know each other better?" He asked as the band ended the tune. He slipped his hand into hers. "This is a big house after all," he said with a smile.

****

The bedroom was on the first floor, up the curving staircase. It was panelled with wood and a fire burnt low in the grate.

Time to relax.

You're going to get lucky.

He wondered if Natasha agreed? He smiled and moved towards her recalling her words. "...maybe we can get better acquainted..." This was her job. He stood close to her again, as if they were dancing but this time he let his hand linger on the split side of her dress, letting his fingers caress the skin between the fastenings. He put his hands on her waist, the fingers sliding through the slits, his other hand gripping her firmly and he moved closer.

He kissed her; a light kiss, tentative, pulling back feeling their lips slowly separate. He moved closer.

Time to relax, he recalled.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

The music played on as they shared a slow dance, perhaps one of many to come. She slipped his thigh between her own as she pressed down upon his legs and secured it tightly between them as she swirled her around upon the floor. Her spiked heels made it east for her to turn as she listened to him speak softly as their faces were so close. So close that when he exhaled she inhaled his same breath, Natasha looked him in the eye as they spoke between themselves, studying him.

The warmth of his body was felt against hers as they danced as one. It wasn’t the kind of dance that you were grinding against each other hard but there was enough to send that ‘certain’ signal out as they touched allowing themselves to flow as one upon the floor in their own little area. Natasha felt the heat between them in so many ways, it was an instant feeling, like when you meet another and you know you will get along with them in so many ways, or just one. He turned her again as she looked past him briefly then back into his eyes as she asked about Raphael. Her eyes diverted to him for another second, then back into Steve’s.

Natasha took in his scent as she closed her eyes for a few moments, and just inhaled again then opened them to look to him. “In this world you need to be a good friend, you need to know who is friend and who is foe. You need to know that your back is watched at all time like now for instance. You are new to the syndicate so in a sense I’m watching your back for Milanese and his as well. Yes, Raphael is his name those close to him have the permission to call him Ralphie.” She continued to rest her chin upon his shoulder with her hand and then letting go of his one hand she brought it up from behind as well and rested it on the other shoulders so both his hands were able to be placed upon her hips bringing her closer as he now spoke softly to her ear.

‘Maybe there's somewhere more - intimate - we could get to know each other better?’ he said then pulled his head back from resting against hers and looked to her with a smile. ‘This is a big house after all.’

Natasha nodded slowly, “That it is, there are places within this house you could be taken to and left there for dead and nobody would be able to find you. Passages ways that would lead you out and nobody would know the wiser whether you left or not till you came up missing, but those are hidden from most unless lets say an emergency and one needed to get out fast.”

Her hand lowered as his one moved along her arms to take her hand as she looked around, making eye contact with a few and then walked off the floor with his hand within hers. Her hips swayed slowly as she took those steps, her head was always held high and her posture was that of a model walking the runway as she pressed her firm breasts out. The top of her long dress rested upon her rounded breasts, her cleavage fully exposed as was a peek of her flat firm stomach as the almost clear down to her navel.

Natasha knew that Raphael was watching ever step she took, she knew that about now he was boiling within but he knew from the start she wasn’t anyone’s property to own, she was her own free agent as long as she stayed within the ‘circle’ of the syndicate. When Natasha was first called upon she was working for a very elite call girl company that was geared to handle mainly those in the syndicate, rich men as well as ladies that had secrets to hide and businessmen from abroad when they came to the states, or needed a companion to be seen with them, for all and any reasons. Natasha was hired and immediately chosen by Milanese himself to escort him abroad on business, letting his wife behind as normal. He took a liking to her and the rest was history as she began ‘family property.’

Natasha took him up the grand stairs, which were made of solid oak, with hand carved railings of the same. She had it made from a design she seen abroad, once done it was shipped to the states pieces by piece and then placed in the house they used for entertaining. Milanese’s wife hit him hard in the wallet, as she normally does, she seemed to think it helped make up for her embarrassment that her so called loving husband brought to her through parading his whores around in public. She should have been used to it but does one ever get used to a cheating spouse that flaunts it?

Her long slender fingers curled around a golden door handle, she pushed the door open and led him into her own bedroom. It was her to use to entertain ‘family’ members, and certain guests that had come to see Milanese and the upper heads in the syndicate. The room was huge, and furnished with pieces worth more than Natasha could ever in her lifetime afford. “Since I was told you were into importing and exporting of a few different things I figured you of all people would appreciate my taste in art that I choose to place about.” She was testing him as she had every other new man that wanted in on the action of Milanese family.

Natasha held up a statue it was a piece she had gotten abroad, if he was who he said he was he would be able to tell her about it. She ran her fingers along the piece, as he began to run his fingers along her exposed thigh as she stepped closer to her. Her fingers ran along the piece once more as she placed it down and looked into his eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

The fire crackled in the background as the embers burnt brightly within the hearth. The flames were low and the room was comfortable. Natasha reached out and tapped her finger upon a button and then soft classical music began to play within the bedroom. She felt his hand slip further up and under her dress, his fingertips caressing the silkiness of the stockings she was wearing. She could feel his fingers along the lacy top where the lace ended and her flesh began upon her mid thigh.

His touch was soft, warm and inviting as she watched him stand before her closely, his lips so close to her own as she knew what was next. His hand slipped from under her dress, both moved to her hips as she felt his fingers wrap about her sides as her head turned to the side his the opposite way and a kiss was shared, as their lips pressed to each others and left to linger. Natasha raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

Natasha broke the kiss and stepped back, her eyes held hold into his as she licked her lips slowly causing them to glisten a bit. She reached behind her back, and the only sound heard other than the crackle of the fire was the sound of the zipper going down as she yanked it slowly as it rested right above the small of her back. The dress fall loose around her hips as she then reached up and undid the clasp at the neck and felt it fall from her body to around her feet. Her eyes remained within Steve’s as she stood before him in nothing but thigh hi’s and stiletto heels. Nothing needed said as she reached forth and slipped her hands under his jacket and slipped it from his shoulders and walked behind him removing it fully and laying it on the chair.

From there she leaned against his back and pressed herself against him while she wrapped her arms around him and began to unbutton his shirt slowly. Once those were done she teased his bare chest with her nail tips. Natasha made small circles upon it all the way down to his belt which she began to undo while kissing the back of his neck, giving small love bites along his nape, as she breathed warm breaths upon his flesh.

 

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Steve watched as Natasha stepped away from him and the dress fell from her shoulders. She let the shimmering garment pool at her feet before stepping out of it and walking forward in the stiletto's and removing his jacket.

He felt her nails circle his nipples as he let her undo his shirt, felt her kisses to his neck. He turned around slowly as his pants were pushed down. He smiled at her and kissed her mouth again, feeling her chuckle into the kiss as she felt his erection still within his boxers but pressed against her.

He broke the kiss and stroked her hair, looking at her face, feeling her hands on his ass.

"The statue," he murmured between kisses, reminding her of the one she held before. "Asian. Probably Thai. Buddha of course, in Japanese style - you see the way he's sitting? More than likely," he kissed the lobe of her ear, "19th century."

His hands went to her firm ass and he grinned before pulling her legs up; she smiled back and he winked feeling her cross her feet in the small of his back as she held on to him with her arms around his neck.

"Now, this, on the other hand," he walked with her, one hand under her bottom, one on her back, towards a small table.

"This," he nodded and she looked at the small box. He lowered her a little to let her take the lid off. "Woodblock printed scroll. Edo period, Japan." He kissed her ear and let his tongue play in its folds for a moment before he whispered, "very erotic images."

He lifted her again and walked to the bed as they kissed.

Slowly he lowered her to the edge of the bed and stood, letting his hands run down her outstretched arm. He held her gaze now as he let the dark red boxers slide from his body, let her gaze slide down him stomach, to his arousal. They smiled again and he moved forward.

He kissed her shoulders as he knelt slowly at the foot of the bed, caressing her firm breasts with his mouth as he did so. She leaned back on the bed and his mouth covered her navel, his tongue playing round it, in it. Then lower, in slow kisses alternately suckling and then almost the touch of a butterfly.

His hands slid down her thighs, coming to the stockings as he parted her legs, his mouth kissing her other lips for the first time. He hoped it wouldn't be the last. Yes, he could get used to this life style.

 

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Natasha felt him move within her arms as his pants dropped to his ankles as she turned around standing there, and before anything was said the kiss took place. Her head turned to seal the kiss, letting her tongue tip run along his teeth till he parted them to allow her entrance way for a brief moment, to taste his mouth as she touched his own pink muscle with her, a silent dance between them before it broke away. Natasha could feel his arousal as he pressed against her, her hands stayed upon his ass as she held him close. Her body moved to the left which caused his hardness to be pressed against her perfectly like two pieces to a puzzle that went together as one, each missing the other and now found. His fingers felt within her hair as he runs them through the long deep red locks as they looked into each others eyes.

She listened to him speak, and almost snickered as he got it right, least the statue part, as she thought to herself maybe he is who is said, then she felt the kiss to her earlobe and then the whisper as he pegged it correctly to the ‘T’. “M-h-m-m-m you are so correct” she whispered to his ear back giving the lobe a slight suckle as she took it between her lips for a brief moment then released it as her hips rubbed against his in a dance of foreplay, as she felt his hardness once again along her lower region.

Natasha felt his hands upon her hips, slowly they moved along her outer thighs and then to her rounded cheeks as she felt his hands move to the bottom and raise her as with instinct her feet lifted as her arms went around his neck and locked like her feet did around this waste and locked behind his back and she felt secure with him in a sense. She watched as the grin appeared upon his face, her eyes looked within his eyes and left him lead, nothing being said as he moved her about with him, feeling his hard on pressing between her parted petals, feeling the moistness begin to seep through the material of his boxers, letting her ‘mark’ be placed.

She wanted to laugh out as she carried her around the room with him, it was a first time in a long time that anyone had every carried her for the sake of just that. Natasha locked tighter as she felt him rubbing between those twin folds with each step causing her excitement to grown as she bit her bottom lip and swallowed hard as they stopped. He held her, making sure to support her from the bottom as well as her back which pressed her bare breasts against his own bare chest. ‘Now, this, on the other hand…this’ She heard him begin as he began to talk about the small box on the table, letting her reach for it as she removed the lid as he bent at the knees a bit. She listened to him speak about it as she smiled, then closed her eyes as he whispered within her ear those few words that sent a shiver thought her spine.

He picked her up again raising her a bit more upon his hips as she placed the lid on the detailed box and looked to his eyes once more and he carried her to the bed. She whispered to his lips as she lightly pressed her to his...”very erotic images indeed Steven.” She called him that not caring for Steve at the moment, she liked the fuller first name. His face moved to hers as he held her against him, and walked towards the bed, her head tilted opposite his as their lips met for a passionate kiss.

Natasha felt him lower her to the edge of the bed; his arms slid and caressed her arms as she loosened then around his neck. She shivered as she felt his fingertips move along her soft flesh, holding his look, not letting her eyes leave his as she exhales slowly and felt the soft bedding under her. Natasha knew his boxers now fell to his ankles yet she didn’t move her eyes to even check him out below the waist, she knew there was no need to as she had already felt his length…hardness pressing against her. Like a feline she couldn’t resist long she had to see as her smiled a bit, letting it grow wider as she lowered her eyes slowly along his well defined chest to his rigid pole and that was when she grinned big then looked to him seeing that same smile upon his face as he gave it back. She was indeed very pleased at what Steve was packing in his boxers.

She released him from her legs as well as her arms as she watched him lower himself at the foot of the bed, she knew then and there it would be a night to remember, a night that she’d repeat endlessly and probably foolishly. She watched him, she felt him as his warm breath rolled across her flesh feeling the kisses placed to her shoulder as she closed her eyes not opening them till she took a memory picture…one she could keep within her mind of everything about him, his scent, his touch, and eventually his taste. Natasha held back a whimper as she felt his lips upon her firm breasts, feeling herself wanting to arch to him yet didn’t. She bit her bottom lip and sucked in her stomach as his tongue circled her navel slowly…teasingly.

Natasha opened her eyes a bit and cocked her head to the right and watched him as she felt the butterfly kisses placed, and then suckles that twined with them. She groaned out every so softly when his heated breath was felt against her swollen netherlips. His hands moved slowly, they were so soft along her thighs as she helped part her legs for him, the anticipation building within, s it had been a while since she was with a lover that wanted to please her instead of being pleased. He was taking her body and her mind to a place that it hadn’t been for a while, a long while which she knew would be hard to get enough of. Her hands reached out as she placed them on the sides of his head, letting her long painted nail run through the strands as she drew him to her more, wanting more almost as if she were being greedy.

 

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He let his tongue play quickly over Natasha's hardening clit as he felt her hands in his hair, felt her hips undulate up trying to get closer if that were possible. He tasted her, probed her and aroused her.

His own body responded and his hands on her hips lifted her, his tongue invading her. He could hear the moans she made just as he slid his mouth up her his tongue running wetly up over her stomach between her breasts until his hard cock lay against her sex, his mouth on hers so she could taste herself on his lips.

He moved knowing her wetness and his combined were enough to let him enter her. He angled his rigid cock between her parted legs and slipped slowly, gently inside her. It was his turn to moan as she grasped him with her pussy, as she moved with him. He turned his bone against her clit his mouth to her shoulder then down to her breasts all the while a steady rhythm of his hips moving him inside her.

His mouth was against her neck his breathing deepening as he felt her moving, closing her legs around him, her nails on his back as he suckled her neck almost - but not quite - marking her.

He gasped as they moved quicker as he buried his hardness deep inside her body again and again. He suckled her left nipple deep and hard and bega to push quicker feeling her body responding under him. Her pussy tightened as she came and he groaned as he felt her hands claw his ass, his back, felt himself coming deep inside her.

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He didn't want to talk business too much afterwards. They dressed and he told her he'd like to see her again.

"Perhaps mix some business and pleasure? I hope I can be more - involved - with business here."

He knew that wasn't her decision but he also knew from what she had said, if she made the right noises to Milanese then he had every chance of that. He also knew, from mingling at the party, that there were people who were already talking about importing and exporting with him, no questions asked. If he could get a seemingly legitimate package of art going out, then what went into the shipment in addition was something he didn't need to worry about. They also asked if he did business with South America: Columbian imports; he somehow didn't think they meant coffee.

When they came down to the party it was almost over. Milanese was there but the worse for drink; not a good time to talk business. He hoped, though, that Natasha would be able to get him back with her "friends" soon. In the mean time..

"Thanks again," he said to Natasha, his hand stroking her ass before snaking around her hips. "Maybe we can get breakfast...whenever you can get out of this place? there's a diner that opens at 4 not far from here. They bake their own rolls." He grinned at her, wondering if she had her own place and thinking of an early morning shower.

 

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Natasha bit her bottom lip as her hips lifted from the bed and gyrated against his face nice and slowly taking in every bit she could, not knowing when the next time shall be that she’s pleased in such a way any woman would wish to be. Her head moved from side to side, she moaned out softly each time his tongue ran across her stiffed little flap of flesh, she could feel the energy surge through her body as she whimpered softly and moved her hands through his hair, raking the tips around his scalp lightly.

She tugged a few strands of his hair now and then, especially when the tip of his tongue circled lightly around her slick entrance which sent a shiver through her spine as she was finding out that he was a sensual lover. Each time he slipped his pink thick muscle within her warm moist tunnel she felt a little more of her being sucked in by him in more ways that one. Her eyes stayed closed as her head moved back and forth upon the soft plush bedding under her, as she felt the soft cool silk of the bedspread upon her cheeks with the movement of her head.

His hands were strong, not calloused like a blue collar worker but a bit rough in spots as he grasped her hips and buried his tongue within her causing her to groaned out and she felt her whole body respond to his tongues ministrations. Natasha turned her head upright and watched him when she felt his lathe like moist tongue move up along the flesh of her stomach, her eyes to his as she felt his heated breaths between the fleshy mounds of her firm breasts till his lips met hers as she not only tasted her own flavor but took in her own scent as she breathed through her nose.

Natasha suckled his bottom lip as she looked within his eyes feeling his steel rid pressing against her wet folds as she moved her hips along it causing it to become slick with her juices. She worked with him in silence, nothing needing said as her hips pivoted and she felt him penetrate her slowly as she groaned out as the swollen knob moved along her heated inner walls of her sex.

Her inner walls sucked him into her hot wet depth as they moved in unison nice and slowly as she felt him touch each and every nerve ending within her causing her to ache for more. Once his body moved in the correct position aligning with her he pushed her over the edge fast with that and a mixture of kisses, soft bites and suckles to her flesh. Natasha wrapped her long toned legs around him and pulled him within her deeply as her head laid to the side and she felt his slips upon it suckling her flesh as his tongue tip teased what was in his dark heated cavern as she cried out in a pleasure, a pleasure that put her body as well as her mind into a sexual bliss.

Her nails raked along his back as her breathing quickened, each exhales had a soft moan whisper from her lips as her body moved in sync with his own. His thrusts grew faster and deeper, along with his breaths as she felt his heavy sac slapping against her as she groaned out and felt the wave of pleasure begin to flow from her loins up. A familiar tingle followed as her pussy muscles tightened around his thick rigid shaft and her body erupted like a volcano, as the heat of her molten lava began to flow and cover his stiff cock. As she moaned out hearing his join her as she felt his release as well within her depths. Natasha rode the wave out to the fullest as she continued to move his body along with his milking him of each bit within his twin orbs. They only shared but a small time reveling in the bliss of their mutual orgasms before he moved from her, releasing himself from within her as she felt the gush of their mixed fluids.

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She regained her composure, and then walked into the private bathroom and cleaned up, fixing herself up like nothing had happened. She knew something did, as did anyone else that would be down there and see them return to the group. Most knew what she was, she never hid the fact nor did a few others when they had too much to drink, and their lips ran like a ducks ass which one of the more sober heads would shut them up fast so Natasha wouldn’t be disrespected. She may as well be a whore, their whore but she earned her respect with the men and a few of the wives who themselves didn’t feel the need to carry on their sexual relations with their husbands.

She walked out and he had already dressed, Natasha settled on the edge of the bed and began to dress as she heard him speak, ‘Perhaps mix some business and pleasure? I hope I can be more - involved - with business here.’ Oddly enough for being a mere classy whore to the men, she had clout, pull in various areas. Natasha gained trust in herself; she gained wisdom through listening, and proved to them she was a worthy one to keep around for various dealings and reasoning. Once she was fully dressed she turned her back to him and she felt his fingers upon her lower back as he zipped the zipper and then she secured the top of her dress with a clasp and checked herself out in the full length mirror and then once more turned to him.

“I would enjoy spending a bit more time with you Steven, it would be a pleasure. I’ll see what I can do for you to make sure you get in the door more than you are already with Milanese. For what I could see down stairs you have already gotten in further in one evening than many before you had tried to and failed miserably at. “

She turned and headed towards the door and then stepped aside as he opened it, closing it behind them as she took his arm, slipping hers through his as he led them down the steps and back to what was left of the formal engagement tonight. They stopped at the base of the steps and looked around the area, most had left, there were the stragglers, the drunks and the other hired girls and girlfriends around. Most wives normally leave early and let the men talk, even though they knew what was going on, and the reasoning behind them getting home the following day sometime.

Natasha turned to Steve and smiled, ‘I’ll show you to the door.” She swung him a bit and headed towards the front door and opened it as she slipped her arm from his and leaned in giving him a soft kiss goodnight as her flavor still lingered upon his lips. His arm slipped around her as his hand fell upon her ass cheek a bit as they looked at one another.

‘Thanks again, Maybe we can get breakfast...whenever you can get out of this place? There’s a diner that opens at 4 not far from here. They bake their own rolls.’

“I may seem property of Milanese’s and the rest of the big guys around here but Steven I am my own person. Part of the reason I’m respected is that I don’t take their shit. I’m not like one of those turn your head and kiss their ass wives they have. I have my own free time yet I check in, and am on call. I know they have eyes upon me at all times. That’s part of being in this organization, I don’t live here nor with any of them either, not even Raphael. If you give me a few minutes I’d appreciate you walking me to my car, not that I have reason to fear anything but one never knows in this business who is lurking about.”

Natasha gave him the option as she turned and walked back and headed to a tall thin guy with dark short hair and a rough face. She whispered to him within his ear as he nodded to her back. She turned and headed back towards the front door, stopping to grab her milk jacket, slipping it on and looked to see if he had waited for her. She didn’t feel like sticking around tonight, she was sober enough to drive home to her own place and just enjoy the rest of the evening, morning hours to herself.

 

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"If you give me a few minutes I’d appreciate you walking me to my car, not that I have reason to fear anything but one never knows in this business who is lurking about.”

Steve watched her speak to the man in a conspiratorial whisper and wondered about it. It seemed people didn't have to lurk in shadows to be mysterious - or dangerous. She walked back his way and he smiled.

They went out into the early morning air and she flipped the remote on her Viper and Steve grinned.

"Beats a cab," he said sliding into the passenger seat as she drove off even before he had buckled his seat belt. He guessed they weren't heading to the diner for breakfast and he was right.

They took the elevator up to her penthouse apartment. Minks...sports cars...a penthouse... someone was taking good care of her, he mused, very good care. Even for a high class courtesan these were rich pickings. He guessed she did more for this organisation that being a good lay for Milanese.

He walked in and looked around.

"Nice place. Nice car too," he said as he wandered into the kitchen. Natasha wasn't around for the moment but the address book by the phone was. He flipped through it, thinking that later - if there was a later and he was still here - he'd have to photograph the pages using his cell phone.

He looked around and went in search of her, smiling when he saw her in the lounge. He walked over.

"I'm glad you let me join you," he said, his hands on her hips. "Does this mean you think I can do business - with whoever calls the shots?" He moved closer and murmured in her ear.

"I think I have one of the key players right here," he said. "Want to shake on it?" He ran his hands up to her waist...

 

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Natasha knew she was being followed, things easily fell into plan, and she didn’t need to seduce the guy to get him back to her place so they could do a check up on him. She saw Sal leave behind her, she wasn’t a foolish one this was how it worked. She kept them company while they went and took a look at his place or businesses as well as his home. Very few times did she actually want to take a guy back to her place, tonight was one of those times she did. She wanted the company of Steve tonight, over anyone else.

“Does beat the cabs around here, never know if your going to get there in one piece or not” she said as they pulled onto the roadway. She didn’t say much as they drove along, instead she listened to the music that played in the CD player, a low playing classical sound piped out the speakers of the viper as they drove upon the wet asphalt. Once she turned into the parking garage entrance of her place she watched in the rearview mirror as the gate before her went up and seen Sal’s car drive by.

She parked and escorted him to the elevator and up to her penthouse suite where she closed the door behind them. “Please get comfortable I’ll be with you in a minute.” She walked into another room and flipped open her cell phone and tapped a number then spoke into it in a whispering tone, then flipped it shut and tucked it away with the others in a drawer. She quickly unzipped the dress from behind and undid the top letting it fall to the floor as she sat down and kicked off her heels and removed her stockings and anything else under the dress and slipped into a long red silk robe and then headed into the lounge area where she poured herself a drink at the bar and starred out the window into the city, watching the blinking traffic lights as a slow moving fog began to settle in. Natasha turned around as she heard him come from the other doorway entrance and join her.

“Thank you for the compliment; those were gifts, payments and what-nots for my services. Please fix yourself a drink if you like. Usually after one of those little gala affairs I need a couple to wind down.”

Natasha felt his hand upon her hip as she turned and looked to him, once more watching him speak her eyes going from his own to his lips and back again. “I think that you have impressed a few in the organization, though I don’t have a clue as to whether or not you’re in the door. It isn’t that easy Steven. Your talking serious shit here my friend, this isn’t a game, once you’re in you can’t get out unless it’s via body bag. Do you understand that? This is everything you read about in mystery books, see on TV but only ten times worse. If I were you I’d seriously give this thought, if you have and still decide to go through with it, you better hope you’re clean for your own sake. I’m sure you know they will investigate you inside and out. Right now there are two men going through your office or your house or wherever it is you live.”

She took another swing of her drink, feeling the cold cubes upon her lips as she did, letting the caramel colored whiskey burn a bit as it went down her throat and then set the glass on the bar as she felt his hand move up along her hip to her waist as she leaned in and kissed his lips as soon as he spoke his last word. She made sure the kiss was sealed as she raised her hands and slipped his jacket off as her hands went under it and pushed it from his shoulders. She grabbed it as it dropped to the floor and broke the kiss while she placed it over the back of one her bar stools.

Natasha began to undress him, while she looked into his eyes, undoing the buttons of his shirt and then his pants. “I’m a player in the game Steven; I’m here for a reason, to be on my back nothing more. I do a good job, they adore me, I get paid, and I’m set up with everything I need, what more could a girl want? I have nice cars, clothing, furs, jewelry; I travel on a whim when called. There are girls that don’t get this far this quickly. I have brains and they know it, and I have a lot of info as well.”

His shirt was next, as she yanked it from his hands and tossed it with his jacket as she pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles letting him step from them and she grabbed those as well and tossed them to his clothing pile. She undid her robe and slipped it down from her shoulders and arms and laid it with his own clothing, letting them both be naked as she moved her hand to his groin and curled her fingers about his semi-hard shaft and stroked him slowly as she leaned to him, her chin resting upon his shoulder, her breasts pressed to his chest, “Is this where I take over and seduce you Steven?” She licked around his ear, sucked his earlobe, then bit his nape suckling the flesh within her mouth as she bit gently and moaned softly.

He had a taste of her now she was in the mood to return the favor, she had hoped he took this seriously and gave it thought, a lot of thought before he became a pawn in the game, his life being what he risked. She released his flesh from her teeth and stood back, as she snickered and gave his cock a yank leading him slowly to the bedroom as she walked backwards as if she had him on his own flesh leash. “Perhaps more of what was started earlier, then a shower or even a shower where the fun can be continued unless you have plans?” Natasha had an ache to be filled and she knew he was the one that could do it for her.

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Sal watched as Natasha walked to the door with a raised brow. He watched the door behind her close and then grabbed his black overcoat and followed after her. He didn’t use the front door instead he used the service entrance that leads him out back behind the house where his car was. He moved quickly into the driver seat and crept around the side of the house yet still out of sight as he waited by the side of it till she moved along the driveway and stopped to pull onto the road, then Sal took his place slowly following behind her. He knew that she would be taking him home; he could tell he sparked her interest easily and it was her job in the organization. He followed Natasha till she turned into the parking area, making sure that she went to her place and then proceeded to the address of her companion.

Sal sped along the dark dimly lit streets, hearing the tires slice through the puddles that formed upon the asphalt as the water splashed out from the sides of his car, as it rained earlier while the party was in full swing. He came to a stop and looked around at the low- rent apartments and then found the place he wanted and pulled into a murky dark alleyway. He cut the engine and quietly got out off the car as she caught headlights cutting out as the car slowly drove down the street he just turned off from. He placed his hand upon handle of his gun and slipped it from his back and held it at his side as she ducked within the shadows watching the dark colored sedan pull up behind his car. He returned his gun to its holster and exhaled in relief as he watched Marco get out of the car.

“I almost blew your fucking brains outta your head Man” Sal said as Marco closed the door and approached him. He shook his head and pulled down the fire escape ladder slowly to not bring any attention to them, it really didn’t seem to matter, and not many were out roaming the streets at that time. He climbed up it and jimmied open a window he found that the latch was broken on and climbed in it. Marco followed behind him at his heels watching his back.

“You need to stop being so fucking paranoid Sal, going to have yourself a heart attack one these times. Milanese said to just snoop about and see what we can come up on the guy, financial records and make sure he’s on the up and up, he got to make sure before his ass goes on the line by letting him in fully.” Marco flicked on the small flashlight and looked around Steve’s warehouse apartment. Everything was out in the open, no walls divided the rooms. “You take the upstairs and I’ll check out everything down here Sal, okay?

“Yeah that’s fine. Signal me if anyone comes Marco.” With that said he flicked on his own small light and headed up the steps to the loft bedroom. There wasn’t really much around as far as furniture, or art pieces or anything for the most part. Sal poked through his drawers, folders he found on a desk while Marco went through boxes, another set of drawers of a second desk. He copied papers he found with his camera, and then continued to move a few things around looking for anything that could possibly be a hiding place. He found odd and ends bills in Steve’s name but that’s about it the place was pretty much clean.

Sal came up behind him, and spoke to him low key, Marco replied and they were out the window and down the escape as quickly as they were up it. They lit up a smoke and watched it circle above them as they exhaled letting the smoke flow from their chapped weathered lips. There was nobody else alleyway as they relaxed a bit knowing Natasha would keep the guy busy for a while. “Milanese said this place was one of the guy’s places. Might be to risky to check out any other place tonight, it’s going to be daybreak soon.”

Sal looked up at the windows of the warehouse, the venetian blinds were all down and crooked, the place looked gloomy as well as abandoned more than anything. The bar across the street had the neon light in the window as it flashed it lit up the side few windows where you could see somebody took a rag and made a circle to peek through the windows of the place from the outside. Sal walked over and flashed the light in a window and looked at crates of various sizes in the basement. He shined the light on a few packing labels and seen the post marked stamps, which most were from abroad. He stood up and crooked his head to the side letting Marco know it was time to go. Both returned to their cars and headed out the alleyway and back on a back street and headed back to the house.

 

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Steve nodded, as Natasha said, "I think that you have impressed a few in the organization, though I don’t have a clue as to whether or not you’re in the door."

He looked at her as she went on, talking about the dangers. "This is everything you read about in mystery books, see on TV but only ten times worse."

He looked at her and smiled, his finger snaking up her back, pressing on her skin, attracting her attention. She looked at him.

"I don't do things without plenty of my own research. Tonight at the house was more of it. I don't do business without taking it very seriously." He smiled. "But it's good of you to care." He patted her backside in a manner he hoped she would take as patronising as if saying, "good girl." He wanted her to think him just like the other business men she was used to.

"I’m sure you know they will investigate you inside and out. Right now there are two men going through your office or your house or wherever it is you live."

He sipped his drink and looked unconcerned; inside he was pleased. This was what he wanted. This was showing they were interested.

"They can look. I'm clean." He turned towards her, letting her undress him. She went on, "I’m a player in the game Steven; I’m here for a reason, to be on my back nothing more...I have brains and they know it, and I have a lot of info as well."

"I know it as well baby. I've seen you on your back already, I hope you haven't forgotten." He took her chin in his hand after they kissed. "And I know you're more than a pretty..." his hand slid down between her legs and he stroked her sex as he looked in her eyes and said, "face," with a grin.

He smiled and let her minister to him, enjoying her kiss, the way she led him by the cock. He followed happily.

****

The housebreakers made it back to the house where Louis Bruchetta, Milanese's personal assistant was half asleep on the couch watching a local cable show. "Some guy thinks there's aliens in Richmond," he said to Sal, rubbing his face and standing up to stretch.

"He ain't far wrong," Sal said with a smirk.

"So what did you get?"

"The guy looks legit so far. Nothing obvious in his place. Got some papers photographed for you, I'll download 'em."

"Take a look at his office tomorrow. No need to break in this time. The guy came to us, he'll be expecting a visit. Be thorough but no breakages. If he's legit, Mr Milanese wants him sweet. If he isn't then.." Louis shrugged.

****

She was good. On her back, with her mouth, Natasha was good. She took care of him and he appreciated it. As they lay on the bed he asked about the shower. She raised her head from his shoulder and he grinned and took her hand, letting her fingers run through the sheen of sweat on his body. He turned to her and she squealed and laughed as he reached around her, his fingers on the small of her back, feeling her own perspiration.

"See? We need it. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, you know." He nibbled her shoulder.

She led the way to the shower, setting the heat and the side jets. He stepped into the glass cubicle with her, kissing her and turning with her in the water as it hit them from the side and above. It trickled over their faces, into their mouths as they kissed. He leaned her against the tiles and pushed her breasts up, watching the water run between them, lapping it and her and tugging her nipples with his teeth.

He moved her, standing by her side his hand sliding low around her ass to her hip as he manouvered her pussy towards one of the side jets, letting the stream of water play on her mound, on her lips, on her clit.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Natasha looked within his eyes deeply as they spoke softly between them; she felt his fingertips along her back, along her spine as she listened fully to him, giving him every bit of her undivided attention. He seemed to understand how it all worked, she seemed to realize what he was getting himself into, she was so deeply in she wasn’t even sure herself if she would be able to get back out alive. He talked as if he’d done this before, he seemed to know exactly what was going in which piqued her curiosity a bit as he continued to go on. He knew to not leave a paper trail only to let them find what he wanted them to find which added to her curious manner. She watched as he smiled and assured her he knew what he was doing, and was glad she was concerned about him, adding an extra touch as he patted her ass with his hand.

He rose the glass to his lips taking a sip of the drink; she raised her hand and left her fingers run through his hair once then stopped making eyes contact again as she blushed for the first time in a long time at his words. ’I know it as well baby. I've seen you on your back already, I hope you haven't forgotten.’ There was no way she could forget that encounter at the house. She laughed softly as he looked to her eyes as she as well felt his hand slip between her creamy moist thighs, feeling his fingertips pressing against her slick slit. “I hadn’t forgotten at all, if that would have been the case you wouldn’t be here with me right now” she said as she led him to the master bedroom, she closed the door behind them even if she knew they were the only ones there she liked her privacy.

Natasha released his stiffening prick with a few teasing strokes to it as she led him to the bed, releasing him as she crawled upon it watching him follow as she guided him to his back, and crawled between his parted legs. Natasha whispered out “one good turn deserves another right Steven?” She watched him as her soft hands ran along his thighs as she tilted her head and lowered it, parting her lips as she wrapped them around the mushroom-shaped head and took him into her mouth like a pro.

Her mouth moved along his thick hard length, letting her tongue tease and taunt him as she eyed him, watching his face, listening to the sounds that released from his lips as she swallowed him whole, taking him within her throat, and massaging his prick with her throat muscle while her lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his rod, her nose nestled within his curled mass as she could smell her scent upon them, as she continued her deed. Her long slender fingers slipped between his thighs and massaged his sac; she felt his cock being to throb within her throat as she felt his balls tighten in her hand. Natasha knew then it was time to finish him off, as she pulled her lips along him and then back down upon him swallowing him deeply as she massaged his shaft with her tongue listening to his breathing change, listening to the grunts and groans then she felt his release within her throat as she swallowed every bit till there was no more left for her to milk from him, and then climbed upon him and brought herself to a hard orgasm and him to anything as their bodies glistened with sweat.

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A tall blonde carefully opened the penthouse front door with the keycard, and peered in through a crack as she slowly pushed the door open and stepped within Natasha’s place and looked around for what she was there for. She moved quickly and carefully making her way to the lounge area looking around making sure nobody was about as she spotted his clothing and began to go through his pockets till she found his billfold in his jacket pocket. She opened her purse and grabbed a small spy camera and opened the wallet taking pictures of everything in it quickly and quietly.

Andrea dug through all the small areas that anything could be stashed within making sure she didn’t miss a trick, right down to counting the cash that was in it, making sure no numbers were left behind that she missed or even the smallest of possible secret coded scribbles. Andrea like Natasha was just eye candy, she was the daughter of one of the heads, who did all the leg work, they knew she could be trusted and if she were to be caught she could claim to be Natasha’s roommate or close friend, what man would resist two beautiful females once she turned on the charm?

Everything went smoothly, she got all she needed to from his wallet and then ran her hands along his clothing, not missing an inch incase a wire tap or a bug was planted. These days everything was made smaller and technology was incredible when it came to hiding such things. She checked his pants last, right down to the hem of his pants and was satisfied he wasn’t wired in any way and then returned things as they were, and slipped out of the penthouse just as silently as she slipped in.

Andrea returned to the house once more, about forty-five minutes after Sal and entered the lounging area as she slipped her jacket off and made a drink, vodka and orange juice to feed her growing headache. She drank it straight down and sat the glass on the bar as she moved from the bar to the chair and settled in where she tossed Sal the film from the camera. “Checked his clothing, nothing, went through his wallet and took pictures of everything also. The guy seems to be clean, nothing but a number, you might want that traced.”

Sal looked to her with a scowl, “Princess no need to tell me my job, you might be a daddy’s girl, but you aren’t my boss got it?” Andrea crossed her legs, giving him a slight peek as he didn’t seem to pay no mind, to him she was just a little cocktease that was involved only because of who was her Daddy, and for the fact she was a good-looking broad that came in handy, but she didn’t have the brains or the passion in bed for anything else.

“Look Sal, get of your fucking high and mighty horse okay?” She said as she pushed herself up from the chair and walked over to him, leaning down and whispering to his ear, “or you might find yourself in a predicament you don’t want to ever be in. Night Lou, you know where I am if you need me.” She said to Louis with a tease half serious and half joking knowing daddy would kill any man that bedded his baby before she was married to them. She walked away and headed for a guest bedroom to sleep as her job was done. Sal grumbled under his breath, he hated bitches like her with a passion; those were the type that needed to be put in their place.

Andrea resented Natasha in a way, she resented the fact that she was well respected, and yet nothing but a whore. She knew Natasha was sleeping with her father, as did her mother, and nothing was said. Andrea picked up the phone and made one call. She hated the fact that it was fine for a whore to sleep with every male in the organization whether it was her job or not but she wasn’t able to do so, if her dear sweet daddy only knew what she did behind his back, half the young as well as older males would be six feet under.

“Hello Raphael, you only get one guess at who’s filling your girl’s bed right now?” Andrea loved head games; she loved the fact that him knowing would stir up a problem, Andrea wanted Raphael badly, he was her key ticket to open doors, but he had his eye set on Natasha for some fucking reason that Andrea couldn’t figure out. She hung up the phone as she heard his heavy breaths, knowing he bit him in the ass with that call.

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Natasha laid her head in the crook of his shoulder, partially upon his chest as she reveled in the aftermath of their great sex. Steven brought up the shower as she took her hand running it along him letting her feel every inch of his hard body, feeling the moisture upon her fingertips from their sexual bliss. Natasha raised her head and grinned rolling a bit to her side as she felt his hand along her lower back, as she left a few soft flowing sounds roll from her lips as she looked to him. His head leaned aside of her as she listened to his soft whispering voice, right before he began to nibble her shoulder which sent a shiver through her spine as she gasped softly. “M-h-m-m it is indeed” she responded to his comment about being clean.

Natasha untangled herself from him, as she took his hand in her and laced their fingers as she walked towards the large master bathroom and turned on the water adjusting it, and making sure all jets were on as she stepped in first, letting his hand slip from hers as she felt the heated water cascade down upon her from both sides, loving the jets that were placed everywhere in the shower. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair as the water soaked it and then turned around as he shut the beveled glass shower door behind him closing her in with him. If he wasn’t who he was, at that point of the game she knew he could easily take her out and let her in her own shower in a pool of deep crimson blood, Natasha would have given him on hell of a fight though, she wouldn’t go without one, it wasn’t her trained nature.

She looked into his eyes as she stood there before him, watching as he leaned towards her, his lips finding her once again as they kissed passionately, letting the kisses each linger, the last one lingering longer than the one before it. His body pressed against hers as she felt her breasts smashed against his chest, he broke the kiss, as she watched him tilt his head, and her cleavage filled with water, as she lapped within that small pool as well as along her round firm breasts as she whimpered softly. She closed her eyes as she felt the rush of water run down along her flat stomach as he gave her a bit of breathing room and the pool of water broke free from between her breasts and cascaded down her. Natasha opened her eyes and watched him as she felt his teeth taking one nipple and tugging them releasing as he moved to the other. The tile wall behind her, him before her as she placed her hands against it, her back as well as her hands feeling the wet cool ceramic against them as she gasped loving the bites, the teases he administered.

He moved to her side, as she felt his hands upon her ass, her hips maneuvering her about as she then felt the jets against her snatch, as she bit her bottom lip, feeling the pressure against her semi-swollen lips as well as her clit as she groaned softly out to him letting him know she was enjoying the sensation, enjoying the skilled lover within him, so erotically sensual that drew her even more to him. Natasha was forgetting what her job was for a brief time which she never let her guard down ever till now, knowing after this she couldn’t allow it to happen no more, this was it.

 

[chris2c4u]

He took a cab back to his apartment thinking about the night, remembering Natasha's body over him, on him, with him in the shower. This was certainly the way to do business, he mused, smiling to himself. The cab driver eyed him in the mirror.

She had been right, he saw when he got in, he had been visited that night. No damage but they made sure he knew someone had been there. as they had expected in his training, they had examined all the relevant papers that they hoped they would. He breathed a bit easier.

He went down to the parking garage and picked up the Jaguar, heading for the office, expecting to find a similar visit but there it was made more personal. the boys were waiting on the dorrstep.

Sal stubbed out a cigarette and grinned at Steven.

"Know who we are?"

"The guys who pay visits in the early hours?"

Sal laughed but his companion just frowned more.

"Come on in and have a look around. You don't mid if I work while you snoop?"

"Go right ahead," Sal said with a grin.

Steve made some phone calls, he let them download the contents of the computer onto portable storage.

"You're an obliging type," Sal said while marco looked through a filing cabinet and threw quiz questions at Steve concerning his supposed past work.

"No secretary to keep you company," Sal made the statement a question.

"My work's pretty much personal. Clients don't like not being able to speak to me. I keep the office for meetings with new people mostly, otherwise I work out of my home and car."

"Mind if I give one or two clients a call? Say I'm looking for someone to do some work for me in the art busness and wondered if they'd recommend you?"

Steve made a gesture showing he wasn't concerned. "Be my guest."

It was lunch time when the searchers decided he was clean enough to report back to Milanese. Steve treated them to beer and burgers at the local bar, to show there were no hard feelings.

****

It was a few days later when the phone call came.

"Steve, it's Tony here. Tony Milanese. You know I hope you didn't get miffed about having me run the rule over you."

"No problem. I'd have been surprised if you didn't."

Mianese laughed, which turned into a growl of a cough. He recovered after a moment and said, "Look, there's a job for you if you're interested. Friends of mine down at Charleston, they want to get some art valued. Natasha said you seemed to know your stuff. I wondered if you wanted to head down there, expenses paid. Take Natasha if you like - you seemed to get along." Milanese laughed again and coughed.

Steve took the date for the trip and agreed.

"Do this one good and maybe something more lucrative might be put your way."

"That would be good Mr Milanese. Very good."

"I like you Steve. I'm a good judge of character. I think you could come right into the fold. Right in."

Steve smiled as he put the phone down. yes, that's where he wanted to be. He picked up the receiver again and called Natasha with the news. He'd never had sex in an airplane before, he said to her.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Natasha lay in bed that morning for a while, the phone rang once and it was Tony, she said he would be stopping by for a while wanting to talk with her privately. Natasha sighed and rolled over on the large bed, she knew exactly what that meant; it meant he needed a screwing and she was the broad to do it. She had realized Steven left while she was sleeping, no note no money she thought and softly laughed.

She crawled out of bed wrapping a sheet around her as she opened her draw up and then a dark brown stained wooden box, she placed it on the bureau and opened it, she pulled out the jewelry and pulled up the false bottom, taking out a small journal as she sat on the bed, grabbing a pen and jotted down a few notes. She placed it back in the box, put the false bottom back in it, the jewelry and closed it putting it away.

Natasha was feeling a bit on the lazy side, regardless though she new she had to make a call before Tony got there. She looked over at the clock and had enough time to run downstairs and to the coffee shop. Tony had a key anyways. Natasha did her hair, and quickly dressed, adding the full disguise of a hat, dark glasses and a long coat as she tucked her purse under her arm and headed out the door. She took the elevator down, and headed out the front doors.

Her heels sounded on the wet concrete as she walked along, among those others that were early rises all headed to their normal morning destinations. As she entered the coffee shop she called out to Jimmy, “One and one please I’ll get it in a second.” He knew her normal order as she quickly made her way to the bathroom door and then used the payphone to make a call. “Put me through to Stan, and make it quick” she said. “New fish caught, Steven Hadley. TM ‘s checking him out, in and out deals in art and more.” She hung the phone up and walked out, making her way to the counter where she picked up her small bag containing a coffee and muffin. Natasha paid for her order and quickly went back to her place.

The doorman to her place opened the door for her, letting her know that Raphael was waiting in her penthouse for her. Natasha dreaded even going up there, as the elevator doors closed behind her she felt a pit in her stomach. As the doors opened she stepped out and entered her place, she flipped her hat off and slipped from her long rain trench, looking around and out of no where she felt a slap to her face, the pain was felt immediately following as she raised her hand to her cheek and looked at Raphael.

Natasha ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek, as she stood there looking him in the eyes, she could see the anger he had within him as he began to call her names and yell at her at the top of his lungs. “Don’t you ever, ever make me feel like a fool you whore! I hate calls in the middle of the night telling me you’re sleeping with some other mother fucker, I don’t appreciate it!” Natasha had no idea what the hell he was talking about as he babbled on yelling about her being with Steven, which was her job and none of his concern. He knew what her job was, she couldn’t help it he couldn’t keep his feelings to himself. She felt a soreness at the corner of her eye where part of his one ring made connection at, his hands were large, one could cover her face easily.

She walked past him quickly and grabbed a bag popping ice in it from the freezer as she held it to her cheek and glared at him, “Don’t you ever lay a hand on me again, I swear I’ll kill you.” She said, and she meant it. She watched as he walked over to her, pointing his finger in her face, “I made you who you are in this family I’ll take you out you ungrateful bitch.” His teeth clenched as he spoke, their eyes stayed within each others neither backing off, and then the knock at the door came, perfect timing she thought.

She watched as he fixed himself, she knew he had hoped it be Steven and it wasn’t she knew exactly who it was. She flung open the door and starred at Tony right in the eyes, as he raised a brow looking at her pushing past her and turning quickly on his heels. “Steven do this to you babe? If so I’ll break his knees.” He reached out and pulled the ice pack away and she shook her head no, her eyes looked from his as she looked to Raphael then back to Tony again.

“I went out for coffee and something to eat, guy tried to grab my purse and I wouldn’t let him, that’s all Tony.” Once that was out Tony turned his head seeing Raphael standing there in the kitchen and greeted him, with a hug as he walked over to him. “I see I wasn’t the only one wanting to see this beautiful dame in the early mornings!” he said with a hearty laugh looking at her.

He turned back to Raphael, “I need you to get to the house, make a few calls for me, and set a few deals up for the end of the week. A big delivery is being made on Friday, make sure the guys are there ahead of time, and make sure everything is going as planned. I’ll meet you there in a bit. Go now Ralph.”

Natasha knew he was pissed, she watched as he nodded and walked past them both, opening and closing the door behind him. Natasha laid the bag of ice down just as the phone rang; she grabbed it and greeted the caller.

“Hello?”….”Good morning to you as well Steven.” She turned and looked at Tony as she snickered not saying anything. “Oh, well Tony is here with me right now, and no he didn’t tell me that, first I’ve heard about it.” She listened to him go on informing her that she was going with him on the trip, she turned her back to Tony as she smiled a bit feeling a pain in her right cheek as she did. “Neither have I. M-h-m-m, I’ll speak to you later, bye for now Steven.”

Natasha turned back to Tony as she stood there grinning like a mad fool. “I was going to tell you that you would be making the trip, accompanying Mr. Hadley on this business deal. You are the best and the most trusted escort you know this Natasha don’t you?” He asked as he walked to her pulling her close to him, as she felt his lips on her own, smelling the stale booze and cigars upon his breath as he kissed her deeply. He broke the kiss and pulled her to her bedroom, where he laid her upon the bed, lifting her dress, tugged her panties and quickly undid his pants. “I could send Andrea but she’s nothing like you, she couldn’t pull this off without blowing it.”

Natasha didn’t say a word, she felt his weight upon her as he began to move inside her, his breaths were heavy and it didn’t take the old guy long till he finished. He had a kink, he liked to pull out and cum all over her pussy, she didn’t care, it was all part of the job. He got up placed a kiss to her cheek and said he’d see her later at the house, letting her know he wished her company in the early evening for a meeting that was taking place, then the rest of the evening was hers to do as she wanted. He gave her freedom yet always had her tailed, who was she kidding, there was never a time where he didn’t know her where bouts, she knew that within the next 24 hours he’d know where the mark on her face came from. She wondered what Ralph was talking about, a call to him, it made no sense to her.

Natasha used different payphones, one’s that were always behind a door so she couldn’t be seen, she checked in when she had information or when she could find a phone close by that was perfectly hidden where she could use a restroom to cover her tracks. She took her coffee from the bag, added sugar and cream and sipped it as she rubbed her face. She picked up the phone and dialed Steven back.

“Now as you were saying, was that a hint about the airplane?” She asked him, taking another sip. “There’s a meeting tonight, and after that I have free time if you’re interested.”

 

[chris2c4u]

"Now as you were saying, was that a hint about the airplane?" Natasha said seductively.

Steve smiled to himself. "I thought it might be interesting," he said, with a laugh.

"There’s a meeting tonight, and after that I have free time if you’re interested." he heard Natasha purr.

"Yes, get acquainted," he said.

Steve went out, the coffee shop was just a short walk from his office. He went inside and ordered a plain coffee and took one of the local newspapers from the rack. He sat at a table and opened the paper and a notebook at looked as if he were writing from the paper.

He took his time over his coffee, replaced the paper and left.

The Chinaman put out his cigarette on the street outside and walked into the shop, picking up the paper Steve had been reading. He ordered tea and leafed through the pages, lifting his nose a little so he could read through half moon glasses. When he came to the code Steve had written he memorised it. When he drank his tea he took out his cell phone and contacted the FBI safe house, speaking in Mandarin. He left the money by the check and replaced the paper on the rack, the special ink had already faded to invisibility.

****

Steve stood at the door and his smile was replaced by a frown when he saw Natasha. He reached out instinctively but held off when she turned away.

He heard her say something about a bag being snatched but he wondered deciding not to press it. Instead he held her in his arms and stroked her back, kissing the top of her head.

"OK, you know, it must have been a shock." He nibbled her earlobe. "What you need is a massage. Full body. Some pampering. Why don't you get some towels and your favourite oils...or something suitable...and meet me in the bedroom?"

He found a table lamp and switched that on, closing the curtains, shutting out the view of the city. he heard the door close and looked around with a grin. Natasha placed the soft towels on the bed.

"Now, we have to get you out of these clothes...fine as they are, I wouldn't want them getting anything spilt on them." He helped her with the designerwear until she stood naked; he patted the bed, watching her crawl onto it, glancing back at him over her shoulder.

He let the aromatic oil sit in his palms and looked at the curve of Natasha's hips, the undulations of her spine before he moved closer and let the now warm oil drizzle down across her shoulders and into the small of her back. His fingers dipped into the small pool there and began to spread the oil on her skin, making a sheen to cover her back.

His strong hands massaged her shoulders, his thumbs meeting to run up her neck. With the care of a masseuse he gently unwond the knots of muscles as she pulled her hair aside for his ministrations. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling her ribs, her waist and over the curve of her bottom, massaging harder before sliding his touch down the back and then the inside of her thighs.

Her legs parted for him and she whimpered a little as he stopped for a moment. She looked back and saw that he too was now naked. He returned his hands to her body, urging her to turn over.

The oil ran down her tummy, overflowing into her navel as he sat back and looked at her.

****

"Charleston," said McCulloch as the report came in. "Seems he's moving fast. get word to the office down there that they'll be getting a visit from the central Federal team. Keep a contact for Hadley in case anything breaks while he's there. Looks like it's what he says though, they're trying him out."

"He's flying down tomorrow. With somewoman in the organisation."

McCulloch didn't tell his subordinate he knew that, knew that she was an agent too.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Natasha undressed and walked around the penthouse naked; she relaxed a bit and cleaned up from the night before and that morning. She headed for the shower not even looking to her face in the mirror as she already knew there had been swelling about her eye and discoloring. She started the water letting it run as she reached up and touched her eyes messing with it as she winced a bit. Natasha got into the shower and stood there under the water for a while just letting it cascade over her as she replayed the night before through her mind.

Her fingers ran through her hair as she washed it, lathering it up as the bubbles of foamy white trailed down her body. She soaped up a rag and washed herself, being careful about her eye and then rinse off wrapping a white fluffy towel around her body and one around her hair. She heard a soft knock at the door and then heard a male voice call out to her, “room service.”

Natasha knew she didn’t order anything, she looked out the small peep hole and couldn’t make out who it was, and she reached into her sofa pulling out a gun and then placed the 45 under her towel as she opened the door carefully. A cart was quickly pushed into her suite and the guy lifted the silver lid to the plate. “Sorry it took so long Miss, the kitchen seemed too had misplaced the order.” Natasha looked down upon the tray as she spoke and retrieved the white envelope from it and carefully opened it. “It’s okay really things happen and we have no control over it. Is everything here that I ordered?”

“Yes Ma’am right down to the fresh berries you ordered for your dessert” he said as she scanned over the letter quickly and grabbed a pen and scribbled upon it and handed it to him. “Thank you that will be all for right now” she said as she looked over a few photographs that were in the envelope, studying them in depth as she nibbled a few berries that were in a bowl with a dollop of cream. He exited the suite letting the cart behind for precautions.

Natasha walked around as she stared at the photos of various organization heads that were to be at this hushed meeting where she will be. Once she had faces and names memorized she burnt the pictures in the ashtray, made sure the ashes were then flushed down the toilet. The remained of the day she spent on the phone with a few of the other girls on call for that night, as well as Tony himself as he called to check up on her and even went as far a sending her flowers.

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Natasha got dressed always looking sexy, and at her best when it came to appearance. Tonight she had a slight problem with her eye but covered it up with make-up and tried to cover it up the best she could. She slipped into her slink deep green dress and heels, placed her hair up and left. When she arrived down stairs Rocco was there to meet her along with another as she was ushered into the sliver limo and taken to the beach house owned by none other than Jimmy Morella.

Jimmy was well known, he was mid fifties, tanned and well groomed. He worked out to stay fit and had an air about him that just stank of arrogance. He was well respected as well as feared. He controlled the west coast side of the operation and had been for quite sometime. He took over when his older brother was gunned down coming out of the Chinese theater. He took head at the one end of the table as Tommy Johnson took the other end, he owned the north. He took care of everything that was distributed out of the country north of the United States. He had most of the border patrol in his hip pocket.

Natasha walked around greeting each and everyone, kissing cheeks as she did, getting kisses back to show respect and what-not. Tommy asked about her eyes and she explained that she had gotten mugged that morning which caused a few men to get a bit uppity as they asked her if she seen the guys face, or if she could identify him again. Natasha tried to shrug it off; not needing the hassles as she knew Raphael would pay her back in the end. She was a fully trained CIA agent and could have snapped his neck in less than a second, but knew that wasn’t possible but in the end she would get her revenge upon him when she placed the cuffs on him.

She stood behind the head of the Italian mob abroad and Tony, always behind him when these meetings took place. They began to talk, speaking of the shipments that were possible to make, dates and well as who would be making them, street value and how it was to be packaged, shipped and distributed. Natasha walked around getting drinks, cigars, cigarettes and whatever was asked of her from the men, playing the happy hostess instead of the happy hooker.

Natasha listened carefully memorizing everything that was being said to each member, and trying to catch what was said between two if anything at all. Her mind was incredible; she could remember names, places and dates by using her own method of memorization with association. The meeting wasn’t long, maybe two hours tops as the gang didn’t seem to like to be seen all together at one time, easy enough for a raid or a killing spree to happen and take the heads out.

Gino offered to escort her home, but she knew if that were the case she’d end up having him all over her and wanting to spend time with her. She declined and left him off easily, telling him she had already had plans with another in the organization and left out the name. Her head turned when she heard Steve’s name mentioned in conversation, she stepped around and wander closer as she slowly made herself a mixed drink.

She heard them discussing how so far he’s panned out, and that they were setting him up with his first shipment, that it would be a set up, a test for him to see if he would pass or fail, and if he failed he was to be snubbed immediately. Natasha swallowed hard as she heard the last part, she knew if anyone was to ever find out who she was, that would be what they would say about her. Natasha noticed Raphael wasn’t present, best off not to ask she thought, and hoped he’d not show up at her place tonight.

She was escorted out by the same that escorted her in, and taken back to her place. She was escorted to her penthouse by the goon and then he left her alone, and went about his merry way as she combed her suite looking around just incase, as she knew that there could always be one lurking in the darkness. She sat in her bed and drew the blinds, then the curtains as she got out that box and the journal within it and wrote down all she needed to then put it away for safe keeping.

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She heard the elevator come up to the penthouse suit, she quickly walked to the livingroom and grabbed her gun, she looked out and there he was standing there looking as sexy as ever she thought. Natasha opened the door and he immediately went to her but she turned away a bit trying to hide her semi-swollen eye and bruised cheek.

She left him in as she locked and secured the dead bolt across the door and turned looking to him; he immediately held her and kissed the top of her head. He spoke about what had happened, and how could she tell him the truth she thought, another lie she said to herself. It was getting to the point that she had lost her true identity these days, and it’s a goods thing, part of the cover up as well as a bad one that places her in the middle of it all.

Steven sounded so sweet and sincere as he spoke to her; she nodded in agreement as she wasn’t in any mood to argue with any one tonight. She felt him nibble upon her ear lobe which sent a tingle up and down her spine, and felt him release her as she went and got a couple towels from the bathroom closet while she heard him moving around closing blinds and curtains.
Natasha walked into her bedroom and looked at him as he turned, standing there as the light shined a shadow upon him, she caught the smile as she placed the towels upon the bed and sighed softly just glad to be home.


‘Now, we have to get you out of these clothes...fine as they are, I wouldn't want them getting anything spilt on them.’ He said as he undressed her right down to her fancy lacey silk and lacy designer panties and heels. Then he helped her out of those as she kicked off her heels and picked her clothing up and placed it aside. Natasha turned and seen him pat the king sized bed, as she walked to him and crawled upon it feeling her firm breasts sway under her as she glanced back at him and then laid down in the middle and got comfortable.

The last time she had a massage was so long ago she thought. This was a rare occurrence. She was pampered in others ways sure, but not just by one male that wanted more than to get himself off and go. It was easy to stay unemotionally attached that way, but as of late she needed more, and she was doing her job, getting to know him.

Her head lay to the good sire upon the fluffy pillow as she felt the drizzle of the warm oil upon her upper back and down along her back where it pooled in a small dish at the base of her spine. She felt his fingertips move within the oil, spreading it about as he began at one point and started to massage her knotted muscles. She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he hit a sore spot upon her blade and winced a bit.

Once he hit her neck that was Heaven to her, he knew what he was doing; she was almost putty in his hands. She reached and moved her hair aside those dangling curls, releasing the locks from the fancy diamond barrette that held then to her head as she pulled them over for him. “Keep this up and I’ll need to hire you as my personal masseuse to stop by one day a week,” she whispered.

Natasha arched a bit to his touch, and then squirmed slightly as she felt him along her sides hitting two spots where she was a slight bit ticklish at. He passed over them quickly enough where she could avoid softly giggling like a schoolgirl. His hands slid over her bare bottom and moved between her thighs which she parted a little for him giving him a bit more access to touch her as a light whimper released from her lips letting him know his touch was enjoyed as well as wanted.

His hands pulled back as she figured he was getting more oil, and minutes later when she opened her eyes, he was naked. She wasn’t surprised one bit, as she smiled softly to him, feeling the corners her curl up. His hands moved along her, gripping her hips slightly as she turned over with his guidance and laid upon the towel looking to him. Her nipples immediately reacted as she felt them grow erect when the coolness of the sir in the room hit them.

Natasha sucked her stomach in as she felt the warm oil drizzle down and land upon her flat stomach, pushing her rounded breasts forth to him as her back arched a bit and then she settled again upon the bed. Her eyes looked to his oven as she lifted them from her stomach where she watched the oil race down and lay about her navel, “If this is a way to try and make me talk about the meeting tonight you sure do have a way with torturing another.” She gave him a coy smile as she cocked her head to the side, and then reached up and yanked her hair from under her head and left it span out upon the pillow under her.

 

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"That's a private meeting," Steve replied, kissing Natasha and letting his hand trail lazily over her belly, slick with oil. "One thing though - what about our trip? Maybe you could give me a hint about that?" He was pleased at the way she'd reacted, to the offer she'd made, even if it wasn't serious about saying wehat had happened at the meeting. She did sound - different though, as though she was quickly getting used to him, in her own way wondering if she could trust him or at least relax a little when he was around.

He didn't really need any information from her about the meeting, he knew it was another test, knew that there'd be some dirty money getting cleaned up along the trail of art and antiques they were going to see.

He asked if she minded him staying the night, he already had his bags packed in the car and she was nearer the airport.

"And I like your shower and you need to wash off the oil..."

****

He made some conversation in the orning; nothing too probing but a few questions about her to see if she would open up a little.

How long had she been in the organisation, he wondered and then immediately withdrew the question. "Sorry - guess it's best not to - discuss things like that. I'm new at this - but I'd like to get to know you better than just a fuck buddy."

He kept up the cautious approach over the next few hours and got snippets of a story about her past though he had no way of knowing if it were true. By the time they were on the plane he had told her about his fictitious self; his aged mother, the relaties around the country, how he got into antiques and some of the stories that he found he could tell with a natural air about trips to Europe that had never happened.

as it turned out they didn't make love in the plane, though he smiled and said, "we've always got the return trip."

He opened the file that Milanese had sent looking at the picture of the couple they were visiting. Andre and Kathy Smislov. He in a loud Hawaiian shirt and shorts, sunglasses pushed into his tight curls of black hair. His arm around the shoulders of a blonde in a bikini top and sarong. Supposed to be something in electronics but he wondered whether this was another front to run the drug and gambling money through.

"Hey - did you pack a bathing suit?" he asked Natasha over the murmur of the plane engines. He tapped the picture. "Looks like they have a pool and since we're staying with them for a day or so, might as well hope they're a friendly couple."

****

It was only a few hours later that they stood next to the pool in the house in X, Charleston. "This is where the smart money comes," Steve said to Natasha as Andre came out of the French windows carrying a small Faberge egg. Steve shook his head.

"Well, here we go," he murmured to her.

Andre did like showing off - his house, his car, his antiques - and his wife. Steve admired her looks as the trophy wife made for Natasha, no doubt hoping to share the latest gossip from the beauty salons or Celebrity TV. Steve winked at Natasha and headed inside with Andre, to look at some of the things the couple were selling and to think about valuations.

Andre was pleased with these, it seemed. "Maybe tonight, we have a party - could be just us four, get the hot tub fired up, have some drinks. or get more people - whatever you like."

"Sounds good - maybe we could borrow some swimsuits - we didn't expect..."

"Who bothers with swimsuits?" Andre laughed and clapped Steve around the shoulder with his beefy hand.

 

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“It was an interesting meeting you never know who’s going to be there,” she said as she felt his hands moving upon her sides once more. “It’s actually kind of funny, I stand there as eyes candy and I watch those men and they sit there looking at each other, and you can only imagine what runs through their minds. I mean think about it, families have been at war against each other for centuries, each Family wanting more action, each having those within it that would sell their boss out for a price and ask for protection in turn for the sell out. The peer at each other like vultures waiting for the next one to be taken out, and you know their all nervous being there at one time. As far as the trip I cannot tell you much, it s best off we not know.”

Natasha groaned out as she felt his hands upon her hops, his thumbs pressing against them in a slow circular motion. “Mmm...Right there feels wonderful Steven.” She arched her back pushing up with her firm bottom and shoulders, adding a little twist to the right and then left as her hands reached up and massaged the sides of her breasts a bit. “Those meeting have no interest to me at all Steven, there are times I pay attention and times I don’t. It’s best off for me now and then to close myself out and not stay in tuned Yanno?” That was a line of bullshit; Natasha knew everything from how pure the dope was coming in to who was fucking who out of distribution as she hears the soft whispers when the men group up afterwards or before. She knows and hears dates, times, places and names. “I’m just here to please and pleasure, nothing more.” Another line told to him that was more pure than the coke they brought in and shipped out.

He moved about her and lied upon her as he asked to sty the night with her, she thought about it and figured it couldn’t do no harm as long as Raphael didn’t show and even if he did he’d better grow used to her being with other men, especially those Tony wanted her to be with, and those she wanted to be with. He was in the door of the organization, he was now a brother once this trip was pulled off and sharing women was done between them, even the married ones with wives that listened and don’t as told, or their girlfriends. “Please stay Steven; I’d love the company for the evening. I have most packed and ready to go, two suitcases sitting in the closet by the door, and one small travel bag that I’ll pack after I get ready to go.”

She rolled him over by entwining her legs around his and using her arms to help as she laid upon his body, stretched out and blanketing him feeling him between them, feeling his hardness pressing between their stomachs. She looked within his eyes and licked his lips softly while she moved herself up and down along him nice and slowly covering him here and there with the oil. Natasha bit his lower lip and tugged it playful and then released it as she looked within his warm hues, “I like my shower as well as long as it’s shared.

She rose from him letting his stiff prick spring up and slipped her fingers along her stomach and griped his rod, giving him a few strokes as she winked and walked to the bathroom getting the shower ready. She showered off as he joined her letting her wash him slowly as he did her once again, shampooing her long hair for her, as they shared a very intimate moment within the heated water. Tonight was just a night shared between two, no sex needed just the intimacy of romance and touching, which Natasha thought was more needed than the actually full sexual pleasure. Once done they dried off and went to bed, he laid aside her and pulled her close to him, spooning to her backside as she fell off to a comfortable sleep until the phone rang giving them a wake up call.

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Natasha got up first and ordered breakfast for both and fresh coffee as well as juice. She took about another hour and got herself ready to the point of only needing to dress. Her last bag was packed as she heard the knock at the door, she looked out and it was room service, as she opened it up and left the man in. It was the same man who delivered her berries the day before. He looked to her and spoke in Russian, and she answered back in the same language. He nodded and looked at Steven quickly and backed out the door. Natasha took the cart and moved it to the table where she allowed him to take what he wanted as she did the same. She left him to get ready himself as she got dressed in a light yellow business suit, with a white silk shirt. Her legs were covered by white thigh hi’s and five inch yellow pumps. She topped the outfit off with jewelry, a white hat that came down over her face a bit on the one side and a yellow matching purse. She slipped her sunglasses over her eyes and was ready to go.

Natasha always dressed to impress that was her job, she run for service to get her bags and once there she locked up behind her and off to the airport they went by limousine that was a normal standard with Tony, always be seen in style. They spoke a bit about each other as Steven began to ask her questions about herself, explaining her wanted to be more than a ‘fuck buddy’ but Natasha knew that if that were the case they would be entering into dangerous territory then.

“No that’s quite alright Steven; I have been in the organization a little over a year now. When I was called and told that I was going to Tony’s for a party, I was told to look my best, do as told, don’t talk much, don’t ask questions and I will be paid well, and extra if I laid on my back.” She poured herself a drink of champagne and sipped it letting him indulge as he wanted to in the mini-bar. “From that night on, I was asked to return, and then moved to my own apartment, then to the penthouse.”

The arrived at a private airfield where the pilot was awaiting their arrival, they were rushed aboard and their luggage was stored in no time they were up looking out at the clouds. They spoke in more detail about their pasts, each telling the other as much bullshit as they had to remember, not wanting to slip up and blow their covers. Neither knew what to believe and what to say was a false truth, that was part f it all.

Natasha laughed as he spoke about earning those flight wings, the good ol’ mile high club that she a well groomed member of. Being in her spot and all the traveling she did abroad and back to the states with high organization men, you know she had to get it during the long flights. She thought she’d tease him a bit telling him it would be her first time, as she swiveled about and looked to him on the customized private plane. “Perhaps on the way home we could enjoy that, I was joking with you earlier about that being my first time, as a woman like myself and all the time I’ve spent on planes you know it had to happen, especially with the men I accommodated.” She knew with him it would be different, and be more than just a plane fuck that you hear so much about.

She looked over and looked to the manila folder, looking over the picture of the couple he was t meet, she had seen the man around here and there, but the female wasn’t the same one he was with when she’d come in contact with him briefly before. That was probably a new wife, or who she’d seen him with was paid whores, it really didn’t matter, he’d never remember her from then, he was pretty tanked and the meeting was short, the party afterwards was longer.

“No, I didn’t pack one. You bring one?” Natasha asked him, figuring he didn’t as it was his first ‘run’. She took the picture from him and studied it a bit, looking it over. “I have spoken to him already; it was a long time back when I first came into the organization. He came to a meeting at Tony’s beach house and that wasn’t the woman he was with though. I’ve never seen her. He does live a wild life that I know that much from being around him, and hearing things. He tends to toss a bunch of parties, living the playboy lifestyle though married.”

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They landed about thirty minutes later and were rushed into an awaiting limousine parked right where they exited. Their luggage was placed in the trunk and they were drive to the home of the couple in the picture. Natasha looked to the pool; the heat was lingering in the air, moisture like the fresh mornings dew.

Andre walked toward them carrying a Faberge egg in his hands. Natasha listened to him speak to her in a whisper and she knew he was being tested once again. She had faith in him, his knowledge as she breathed in deeply and exhaled out. She knew if he fucked up they were in trouble, in a way her own life could rest in his hands.

Natasha reached over and placed hr hand upon Steve’s arm, curling her fingers about it as she gave a quick squeeze as the woman came bouncing towards her and took her away to talk and have a drink as Andre escorted Steven into the house to talk business to get it out of the way.

Natasha settled poolside with a drink as Carmen rambled on abut useless things that didn’t interest her at all. She made like she was listening and took in the conversation, adding to it as well. “Andre thought it would be nice to have a BBQ dinner tonight, relax in the hot tub, the four of us, a few bottles of chilled bubbly and get to know each other. Oh, I had the help place your luggage and Steve inside, I wasn’t sure about your sleeping arrangements.”

“That’s funny you mentioned the suits Carmen neither of us brought them.”

Carmen laughed and replied, “Thanks fine we never wear them anyways.”

 

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Andre took Steve around the house looking at the pieces he said he wanted to sell before they met up with the women in the dining room. Staff had been setting out a buffet.

"Looks good," said Steve. He also looked through the last of the provenance documents in a file and put it down on the mahogany table. He reached over and took a back olive from a bowl and looked at Andre.

"You been collecting for a while Mr Smislov??"

Andre nodded his head from side to side. "A few years."

"Yo get advice when bidding for some of these?" Steve sipped a glass of cool white wine and smiled at Natasha, putting his arm around her waist.

"Sure." Andre's tone was questioning and he looked at Steve.

"Then I suggest you get a better advisor on clocks. It might be French but it isn't 18th century."

Andre's face darkened "You're telling me -"

"'Fraid so. I can't put that in any sale - unless it's Macy's."

"Dammit. You're sure?"

Steve nodded. "Hope it doesn't spoil the day. Other stuff is good though. You should clear quite a bit, assuming you get them in the specialist auctions."

Andre prowled for a few minutes and then with a shrug, grinned, his beefy face surprisingly dimpling.

"You win some you lose some. I'll have words with my - advisors." He laughed. "Let's eat!"

****

Steve suspected that this might well be another test, he explained to Natasha in a few moments while the drink and the food were flowing and the Smislov's were getting merry and touchey feeley - with each other and with Natasha and himself.

"I thought I might as well tell him now, so he knows I'm not holding anything back."

"Hey, you two, stop with the whisperin' c'mon let's go get naked!"

Andre laughed and headed out of the french windows onto a deck where he started hopping on one foot trying to get his Bermuda shorts off. He ended up on his back but was still laughing and Carmen was happy to help him up - until he pulled her on top of him.

"Shall we," Steve said, a bit woozy himself as he pulled off his shirt. He tried to Help Natasha but managed just to paw her. He didn't object when she pulled off his pants for him and they made their way into the steam around the hot tub.

 

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Natasha watched from outside by the pool, watching thru the large plates of glass at Steven and Andre. She watched them move from room to room as they moved through the house, Natasha tried to stay with the conversation but couldn’t, nothing grasped her attention as she nodded and agreed on several things that were said from the woman’s mouth.

The glass was never empty for either of them; it would get half full and be filled again by her, as Natasha just kept on drinking, feeling the buzz starting. She felt the woman’s foot against her own, caressing it softly, as Natasha didn’t flinch, only licked her lips a bit. She never had a problem playing with those of her same gender, in fact if anything it was welcomed, a nice little change actually. It was a sensual body aside her own in bed, tangled with hers as they teased, toyed, fucked in every way possible then fell to sleep in a sensual embrace.

Natasha stood up and stretched, as the female did the same, she moved to Natasha and helped her remove her clothing, by that time she eyed Steven up as well as Andre and watched them head towards the door to join them. Natasha was by then deep in erotic kisses with her, letting their tongues play within each others mouths like dueling swords.

Once they heard the sounds of male voices they untwined from each other arms, and let the men move into place where they settled down to the table to enjoy a nice evening dinner, all four of them. Natasha was half dressed as she felt eyes upon her from all directions, she felt the playful teases of feet from under the table and a hand here and there, which she knew wasn’t Steven’s but she was there to relax, and have fun and it seemed that’s what they were about to do.

Once dinner was done they grabbed drink and talked a bit about the pieces of art, Steven allowed his brilliant knowledge to show as he spoke about the clocks that had been collected. When he said about the one being a fake Natasha nearly choked on a small pearl onion that was at the bottom of her martini. She quickly grabbed for the glass of water and took a sip as the conversation went on about it. He had balls that she knew and sure hoped he was right about it.

Andre and his wife got up and got more drinks ready as Natasha and Steven spoke between themselves, while doing so, they heard Andre call to then, in a heart laugh waving them back out to the deck, following him. Natasha went first as she felt the advances of Andre upon her and watched as Steven got a few fondles, gropes and kisses from the dear wife.

They watched as Andre sat his drink down upon the side of the tub, the wife grabbed a bottle and her glass sitting it as well in a small area, and Natasha and Steven did the same. Natasha said in a soft voice to Steven “I guess were joining them eh lover?” They watched as Andre tried the old balancing act while having too much to drink, and fell backwards with his shorts around his ankles.

Natasha turned her head and tried to not laugh hard as she watched the wife try and help him up and she went down as well upon him, as he was just a bit bigger then her in many ways. They all began to laugh as Natasha couldn’t hold it back anymore; the booze was taking its effects.

Natasha head Steven speak as she felt his hands upon what was left of her clothing that Carmen hadn’t removed, she managed to get herself naked while he struggled to get out of his shirt, she laughed and succeeded to be the first naked one between the two of them, so in turn she helped him with his pants and knelt to steady him a bit as she helped him step from them, not wanting a repeat like what they just saw though she never minded Steven upon her in any way.

They all moved into the hot tub and settled in, as it went man, woman, man woman, in perfect unison. Natasha felt her head turned as a hand gripped her chin lightly and Andre gave her no way to escape his lips from her as she kissed her hard and deeply, letting his tongue snake into her mouth like he was out to tickle her tonsils.

His hands were under water and they were like an octopus, all over her as he groped her. Before she knew it she was pulled to his lap as she opened her eyes and broke the kiss to see Carmen was doing the same to Steven, she was sucking his face right off as she straddled over him. That was when it all began, the fun in the hot tub that seemed to go on for most of the night.

 

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Carmen straddled Steve and lowered herself onto him as he held her hips. She rode him while he watched Andre push Natashia against the curving wall of the hot tub, lifting her legs around his waist as he took her.

Afterwards they slowly came out of the water, dried and took up the offer of a room, alone. Steve lay beside Natasha in the dark and stared at the ceiling. This was certainly a good life, he mused. No wonder it would attract someone like Steve - even if he was doing well this could make him very rich very quickly. It could also make an FBI man very rich. He shook his head and wiped his eyes. He turned towards Natasha's sleeping form and drifted off himself.

****

"Yes, he picked out the fake easy as pie," Andre said to Milanese on the phone the next morning.

Milanese nodded and spoke with Sal. "I think when he gets back we get Mr Hadley a shipment to deal with. Something simple - buy some art with some money that's in need of putting through the books. Also get Natasha in, see what she thinks. She has good sense about people. I trust her. I'll give her a call when they get back here."

Steve organised the pieces for Smislov, finding a good auction house from his contacts in Charleston. He'd also received calls concerning his "business;" clients were expected to contact him and so they did, from numbers across the country operated by the FBI. In these calls he was able to make use of coded language to give an idea of what was happening. He was settling in well. McCulloch was pleased. If he could get to the centre of the money laundering business they might be able to take out a sizable piece of the operation and with Natasha too they would soon be able to get information on the next big deal. Or so he hoped.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Natasha felt Andre move around her, pressing her against the wall of the rounded hot tub as he lifted her long toned leg upwards and pressed himself into her as she grabbed the edge of the hot tub behind her and moved with the motion of his hips. Through semi closed eyes she looked over at Steven and saw the expressions of his face as Carmen rose upon his hard prick, Natasha felt a twinge within but it wasn’t from sexual bliss of Andre’s hardness bucking in and out of her it was more a jealousy, the green-eyes monster she hadn’t felt in so many years with lovers coming back.

She turned her head and looked the other way feeling the man explode within her as she felt his head fall forth and wondered how the hell he could have obtained such a hard-on with all the booze that was in his system, even wondered more so how he was able to get off under such drunkenness.

She turned her head back around as he grabbed her face and kissed her lips deep and hard, Natasha hated the smell of cigars and booze breathed into her face but she told herself it was work, deal with it. She looked over to Steve as his lips were locked with the man’s wife’s and shook her head a bit to push the thoughts out as she felt Andre pull back and settle against the wall of the tub.

Natasha got out of the tub, not even waiting for the rest as she claimed she was tired and headed inside hearing the others follow along behind her. She wrapped a towel around her wet body, grabbed her clothing and headed in, looking to which way she was shown to find her room.

Grabbing a silk long nightgown from her bag, and matching robe she settled at the vanity and brushed her long hair. Steve came in not to long after her as she watched him get dried off and crawl into bed. She turned the light out and crawled in beside him, and like him she laid in the darkness starring, letting her eyes grow tired and close as she drifted into a light sleep.

Not to long after she woke up, and listened to him breath, she heard soft snores from him and knew he was asleep. Carefully and quietly she raised the blankets from her and crept from the bed, opening the bedroom door she slipped out and wandered the house. Andre and Carmen were asleep in their beds, she eyed up the security system and looked around through the slightly lit up home.

She moved through the house like a lithe feline, quiet in the night as if she wasn’t even there. Natasha found the study and slipped within it, looking through papers, and countless receipts, numbers, and amounts as she used her ‘hairbrush’ to take a few pictures. Natasha found a few pieces of paper that had large amounts next to what she would call trivial pieces of art, all statues, and the names were familiar.

Natasha snapped off a few more pictures and then slipped out of the room just as quietly as she slipped in and headed back to her bedroom. She heard footsteps and stepped into the darkness of the shadows as she watched Carmen walk sleepily through the hallway and into the kitchen. Carmen’s back was turned to her so Natasha took that as a sign as he moved from the corner making it back to the bedroom she was staying in with Steven just into to close the door behind her as Carmen turned out the kitchen light and walked back through the hallway.

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The next morning was business as usual as they gathered around for coffee and breakfast, no mention of last nights escapades in the hot tub, as there was never a need to rehash sexual games and pleasures when its business related. Idle chit chat over breakfast then Natasha watched Steven being led off by Andre to work.

Carmen suggested they do a bit of sight seeing and shopping which was fine with Natasha she needed an out to make a few phone calls anyways, and knew there was no chance in hell she would be making them from this house.

Natasha used the time away while shopping to decide who to call and what to say. She had two choices at the moment and neither seemed to be the easiest to make. She was able to slip away and make the call she chooses to make putting her job in jeopardy.

“Milanese listen its Natasha, something is way wrong here. I had a chance to look over a few papers that were in clear sight of me, and those names on it were signed by FBI. I know this sounds weird but a few years back I had a chance to run with a few under grounders, not related to your organization, it was a sting operation. I was warned ahead of time and got out, this time, your being set up. This is a set up planted to bust you with stolen art pieces.”

Natasha listened to him speak back, and she tried to convince him he was putting the whole organization in trouble if these pieces get picked up and sold. Natasha sighed softly and hung the phone up and returned to Carmen who was just walking out of the salon with a new hair do.

“Carmen I suddenly don’t feel to well mind if we go back?” Natasha said to her, and Natasha really felt a deep pit in the depth of her stomach.

As the ladies arrived Natasha went inside and laid upon the bed awaiting Steven to join her. As soon as he did, she stood up and whispered softly to his ear, and she pretended to miss him like they were old lovers and she counted keep his hands off of her. “Were being set up by the wrong people Steven trust me when I say this, we need to get out and get out fast.”

She proceeded to tell him it was a sting operation and that they were going to jeopardize the organization if they follow through with the selling of items. Natasha stepped back and waited for him to take it all in, she knew that they needed an excuse to get out and get out fast before everything she worked so hard to do was destroyed. “Any ideas?” she asked Steven as she kissed his lips, making sure that is the place was bugged it wouldn’t be heard. She couldn’t believe her own people were placing her life at risk, no wonder CIA’s went bad she thought.

 

[chris2c4u]

"We're being set up by the wrong people Steven trust me when I say this, we need to get out and get out fast."

Steve looked at Natasha.

"What's happening? I'm going to need more than that," Steve replied.

Natasha drew a deep breath and told him what she knew. At one point Steve had to turn away as his mind raced. How - how was it they hadn't told him they were getting ready to act now? He felt like a pawn in a game. Were they going to sacrifice him to get at the top?

"OK, first we do what I was planning anyway," he said and left the room looking for Andre. Steve could hear the voice of the man in his office, he was on the phone and speaking what sounded like Russian. Steve didn't linger but went to the room next door to the computer he could use and began to check the FBI and other police files on stolen art.

He made a few notes and looked up to see Andre in the doorway.

"We've got a problem Mr Smislov," he said and the big man nodded.

"I think whoever your advisors were - they knew their stuff all right. It's good art - but it's got a bad history. If any of these pieces come up in a sale room, you'll be taken down by the FBI."

"Someone set me up. Over years, I've been collecting and you're telling me most of it is trash."

"Not trash - but you need to find out where you bought stuff. If it came through a legit route you might still be able to sell it on in the market. If - not - then you need to find a buyer who likes to use more personal business transactions. Under the table so to speak. Maybe out of the country."

"Can you help?"

Steve thought quickly. "Maybe I can. One or two pieces - but really most of my work is up north for Mr Milanese. I'd have to get his OK for this. He just asked me to come down here as his associate - I'm a legit businessman."

"Sure, sure, everyone's legit," Andre said with a smile. "The comission would be good - I want to screw these guys setting me up."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, so do I." He didn't like being a pawn; he thought he might promote himself.

Steve returned to Natasha and explained. "Now I guess we have to wait for Milanese - see what he says. Look, if you're not comfortable with this you can just head back home and I'll wait and see what the instructions are. No sense you getting involved in case they decide to let the set up close in. Even if he doesn't sell anything they might be able to get him for possessing stolen goods. I need to see his receipts - could take a while."