Captured for Interrogation

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"Well you can knock me out so I'd go along with that notion," Nikolai agreed. "Who are we looking for?" he asked, noticing the rather thick manila folder.
 
The folder had a picture of a balding man in his late fifties, thick greying beard, and thick glasses. "Malik al Sahari," noted Nikolai. Arms dealing, terrorism, the whole nine yards."
 
"Mmmhhhmmm. Met him once, not a nice guy," Alexis said. She looked at him. "This is going to be dangerous, he has ties to KGB."
 
"Well then I guess we shouldn't let him see us as anything but KGB until it's too late," Nikolai said. "I will act as the decoy."
 
"Depends, how good is your Russian?" he asked. "I know you know some, but it was mostly profanity directed towards me."
 
Alexis blushed. "I know enough to possibly get back but," she chuckled and gestured at her very lightly tanned skin, her blonde hair. "I don't look even remotely Russian. You should act like you captured me and you're. . . 'sharing the spoils'," she said.
 
"Very well. It's a good thing I packed some of your more interesting outfits then," he said. "But if you think we should pick up something a little more humiliating by all means, we can do that on our layover in Germany."
 
Alexis grabbed her bag and sifted through it. "My camo corset and g string. . . a black corset with a red thong. . . " She listed off other sexy outfits, looking mildly confused.
 
"That's all very nice, and I enjoy seeing you in it but a man of al Sahari's stature expects a little more of a concubine look," Nikolai said, kissing her reassuringly. "The more embearassed you would be to wear the outfit, the better."
 
"Honestly, love?" Alexis said. "I'd be embarrassed to wear anything but jeans and a sweater." She blushed a little bit. "I noticed you packed a few dresses in here," she added.
 
"I did. We can't have you out in public like that," he said. "And I wanted you to at least look beautiful instead of just a sex object some of the time."
 
"It beats flying the whole way, and just in case, we may find something anyway," Nikolai said. "I love that kind of shopping with you, and this time we are a team in this endeavor."
 
The plane touched down and taxied to the refueling dock. Nikolai helped Alexis off the boarding stairs and got into the passenger seat of the waiting car. "I think you should drive, I'm a little out of it," he said, knowing she loved extreme speed.
 
"Alright," Alexis said, gunning up the engine. She plugged the coordinates into the GPS and started speeding down the Autobahn, pulling up into the parking lot 20 minutes later. "We're here," she said.
 
Nikolai watched on the ride over as Alexis' face lit up with glee on the Autobahn. He got out and opened her door, to look like a standard submissive. They were close to Russia and there was no way of telling who was watching. "Shall we go in, Mistress?" he asked, bowing his head.
 
"Yes, of course," Alexis said. She allowed him to help her out. She fished his collar out of her pocket and placed it around his neck and kissed his forehead. "Come along, we don't have much time," she said, walking into the sex shop.
 
Nikolai smiled as she collared him. "Remember, you want to tease me with your outfits," he said before holding open the door for her and following her in. He stood by, letting her do the talking.
 
Alexis smiled and walked over to the clerk, and spoke in soft German. "Hello, I'm just passing through with my pet," she nodded at Nikolai, "and I don't have an outfit to tease him enough, could you help?"

The clerk nodded, smiled, and beckoned the two back. Alexis followed the clerk and felt Nikolai follow at her heels.

"Here's our slightly less risque line, perfect for any Mistress to tease her pet with," the clerk replied in German. Alexis deliberately spoke in German so Nikolai would be confused. The dresses on the rack looked like she could wear them to a cocktail, but they were higher up on her thigh, lower cut upon her chest. Alexis smiled and thanked the clerk and the clerk went back to help another customer.

"Help me out, pet," she said in English. She gave a wink as she said 'pet'.
 
Nikolai sat and looked over the cocktail dresses. Then he looked over and saw the leather and latex section and a grin crossed his face. "May I be so bold as to suggest these, Mistress?" he asked.
 
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