In Too Deep (closed)

[shizzz]

Agent Morgan found himself in a night club on the outskirts of Manilla while in pursuit of the latest drug trafficking rinks leader when his phone buzzed. It wasn't really his phone. It was the wrist bound implant that tuned any normal phone into a secure line straight to the services intel headquarters.

And his wrist did not cease it's buzzing. He had to lose site of his target briefly while he went into the men's room to check in.

After a few minutes in the men's room his cell phone gave him the run down of his new priority targets location and a brief synopsis. But it did give him contact information of the agent that was closest to the priority subject.

He cursed himself as he hung up his phone and stepped out of the stall

Two burly shaved head gentlemen in fine suits stood by the door

"Evening gentlemen " Agent Morgan said as h addressed them. Ten looked at his reflection. A tall dark haired blue eyed drink of a man, if he did say so himself, and he adjusted his collar and hair briefly. Then turned for the door

Just as he was about to reach it the large gentleman on his tight laid a hand on his shoulder. Agent Morgan quickly thrust his left fist into the mans throat, collapsing the hairless gorilla to the floor. Just then te gentleman on his left, realizing this wouldn't be easy reache into his pocket. That gave agent Morgan a chance to stomp his knee, and as he collapsed, he turned and kneed the other guard in the temple.

He turned back to the mirror. Re adjusted his hair and promptly left Manilla

Two days later he found himself outside of a small diner in Paris, where he was scheduled to meet his contact.

 

[blondesque]

Tanya Kissen spoke three language, could kill a man with only her bare hands, and had a degree in acting from Harvard. She was the perfect Agent for this op. Her chest was ample, hips curved, and reached 5'7" without her shoes on. She had been undercover as Natasha Bridges for almost a year. She had had little to no contact with her Agency until yesterday when she was told to meet a contact at "Le Zebre" in the Montmarte district of Paris. She tousled her platinum blonde chin length hair and bangs. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton purse and Chanel coat as she left the huge apartment she and her boyfriend were living in. That was her op...be the girl friend to one of the most cruel and feared crime lords in Europe. Despite her training and natural talent, she feared that Serge was becoming suspicious. That's when she sent the SOS message to her agency and a month later she was having her driver drop her in front of the small cafe.

 

[shizzz]

Lance recognized the coat and the bag, something he had been told to look for, and took a seat next to the terribly cute blond in the booth

"So do you come here often?" He asked, the cheesey line was a simple code to verify that he was indeed sitting with the right person. He waited her answer as his eyes slid over the classically beautiful lines of her face, the golden wavy hair that fell over her shoulders and the delightfully expansive bosom that was trapped in a snug top. He just might enjoy this mission more than he had first believed.

His eyes finally slid back up to hers as she began a reply. Terribly beautiful eyes.

 

[blondesque]

Tanya replied, as required, "Only on Tuesdays." As the man slid into the booth, she was drawn to his chiseled face and sharp suit. "Have you been briefed on my situation? I believe that Serge is suspicious of me. I've seen what he's done to others who have betrayed him and I want an out. I figure I have a week. I need your help." I tried to not let the fear show on my face or in my voice. The truth was, I was terrified. A few months ago Serge had murdered a man who he thought was leaking information to the French Police. All that was left of his body was a charred hunk of bone that was delivered to his family in a sack. Since then, I held my breath every time he came into the room.

 

[shizzz]

He looked around, playing it casual as she spoke

"Yes yes. I got the intel. Right now what we need is a suitable and believable story to work me into your life. My first thought was as an old college friend, but that could be dubious. However headquarters insists that we need to push a business relationship agenda. " he told her as he smiled at the cute curvy girl he could see how she was useful to the bureau. She could work her way into any mans arms with the greatest of ease, and their bed would be soon to follow


"They won't let this go. They want this case closed and not abandoned. So you get to work me into a business deal. I thought it would do better for me to he a work friend or someone you meet at the gym or dance class or whatever it is you do in your spare time to stay in shape. So we have to build that up a bit, I'm sure he has you followed, especiallybifnhe doesn't trust you" he said as he gave a fake laugh to appease any spy's.

"So I need you to let me know how to work myself into your life, then in a week or two we can push the deal, bag the bastard, and close this case" he told her with a grin, just as the waitress arrived

 

[blondesque]

"Of course he has someone following me." I smiled and laughed and ordered a bottle of red wine . "See the over sized gorilla in a suit near the bar? That's one of his men that he thinks I don't know about. He's been following me for a week now. The only time he doesn't follow me is when I go to my art class on monday evenings. So, that is where you and I met. We are meeting here tonight to talk about art." I smiled again and slid a little further away. "If you touch me, he will report to Serge that I am cheating on him and neither one of us will live to see the morning. He is not a forgiving man." I pushed some bracelets further up my arm to show a burn on my wrist the size of a cigar before quickly placing my hand on my lap, out of sight.

 

[shizzz]

He didn't look over his shoulder at the mention of the gorilla in a suit. Guys like him stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Art huh delightful. You can tell him I was your nude model" he said with a real chuckle

"So then. How can I get him to make me a sale? I don't know if he would trust you enough about me. I've got a local guy who can vouch for me. But we got to figure a way to get you out of his hair for a bit. Do you have a story with any family aroun here?" He asked as he trie to think of a way to get some distance between her an the scum bag

"What was your original out?"

 

[blondesque]

"My original out? Ha...no one at the agency was thinking that far ahead when they threw me in here."
She laughed nervously and brushed the hair out of her face. After the waitress poured the wine, she took a long drink.
"I do have a contact whom I can claim as my cousin outside of town. She lives with her older mother who I can say is my aunt. They have a small vineyard and a large provincial house I can stay in. We would be safe there and can set up a command center in the wine cellar." It was clear that she seemed relieved to get out of Serge's house. Nothing in her training had prepared her for the abusive relationship she was forced into. Silently she prayed that he wasn't home when she got there so she could go straight to sleep and avoid the passionless and rough sex he demanded on a regular basis.

 

[shizzz]

"That sounds great. Get a hold of them and get the cousin or aunt to be sick. I'll talk to headquarters as get a bed opened up at the closest hospital. Once he is there you can head up and stay out the house up there until she is better. I'll contact HQ and get them to line up the Dr's and test results. I'll also see if they can through a tramp or two at him to keep him distracted while we get established. " he told her as his mind began to race with the tasks and items required for their set up

"I'll get squeezed into your art class and we can meet there. Then once everything is in motion I'll begin to set the trap for your boyfriend" he said with a wink. Unaware that while he had been thinking his eyes had drifted to the low neckline of her top. He couldn't help but admire how delicious it looked

He realized what he was doing then yanked his eyes up to hers.

"Do you think your friend would be willing to play the part? If not we could get some agent to do it. But an actual local always works best, in case they decide to look into her background" he asked then took a long swig of the wine.

 

[blondesque]

"I am sure she can play the role. She's an excellent actress and tough as nails. The aunt will play sick easily too. I can claim that I need to mind the estate for them while she's in the hospital." I sipped my wine again. "I need to be out from under Serge as soon as possible. I know for a fact that he is going to Moscow tomorrow to 'acquire new assets'. He is usually only gone for 12 hours on these type of trips. This would be a good time for me to leave. His flight leaves around 9am. Can you have everything ready by then?" I ran a hand along my neckline and adjusted my necklace, a gaudy canary diamond pendant that Serge had bought me. I noticed his eyes and how they seemed to follow my hand as it touched my chest. Mmm...I thought...I hope he focuses on saving me as much as he is on my tits. "By the way, what am I going to call you?"

 

[shizzz]

"Call me.....mark" he said with a grin.

"Tomorrow?", he thought for a moment. He knew that it would be easy enough to get the ball rolling.

"If you want to leave tomorrow. Then her heart attack will have to be tonight." He said as the wheels began turning in his head.

"Slip me her contact info an I will get it going. You just need to mention my name to her so she will do what I ask. " he told her

"You can talk to her but make sure you leave it vague so if there is a wire tap they won't catch on. Then you'll get a call first thing in the morning. If your lucky you can rush off before your tailed. I'll try to get things set up to move into her place with a few necessary things" he finished off as he thought, staring blankly out the window

"You just need to be ready to go. And think about minimal packing. Or none at all really. " he told her, "this needs to be quite real looking. And I'll set up a tail for serge in Moscow. Maybe we can get something figured out about the bust too"

 

[blondesque]

"I'll call her as soon as I get home. I can be ready to go as soon as you call me." She finished her wine and pulled on her coat. "I have to go now before he gets suspicious." As she rose to get up, she looked at him desperately and said "Mark, please...get me out alive. Serge is pure evil...worse than what the agency leads you to believe." She grabbed her bag and walked out of the crowded cafe. She glanced back as her car pulled to the curb and hoped it wasn't the last time she saw Mark...

 

[shizzz]

His eyes slid over her as she rose. Her figure was appealing from too to bottom, and he couldn't help but appreciate that. His last mission had been devoid of anything even close to admirable.

"Your handle will be in touch. But expect that your getting a call from your family and just play it cool and natural. I'll be keeping an eye in you. And I'll follow you out of town" he told her as he waved down te waitress to get the check

"You just be cool. " he said. His head turning as she left, biting the delightfully plump asset on her backside.

His eyes slid by her to see the thug who was following her eye him suspiciously. Great now he had a tail most likely. But he could be managed, even of he was the size of a gorilla

 

[blondesque]

When she arrived back at Serge's apartment he was not there. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to bed. Waiting for the phone call. It came early the next morning at 3am. Serge had climbed in bed at midnight and the ringing phone caused him to spit a slew of profanity at her and more verbal abuse. Quietly she slipped from bed and began to pack an overnight bed. She left a note for Serge and hurried into the chilly evening air. This time she took a taxi and avoided the town car she usually used. As they pulled up to the villa, her nerves calmed and she knew she was almost out.

 

[shizzz]

After paying the bill he left the restaurant. Then quickly lost the tail that had been on him by cutting through a few farmers markets.

Then on his phone he began to set all of the wheels in motion, arranging the appropriate documents, actors and agents in te scheme if serge was gonna look into it.

He watched from his car a few houses up as serge left on his hummer for the airport. Then at 3 he watched his new partner pull out, he hopped on her tail, following her. Glad to see he was her only tail he still waited a half hour up the street before hopping into the long lane that would lead to the villa

He hopped out of his car, grabbed a few bags of communication equipment, and headed in

 

[blondesque]

She watched his car pull up the long drive. It was the only way to enter and exit the property by car...well by most cars. She knew there was an old jeep tucked in the barn that they could use if needed. It was almost 5am by the time she opened the door for 'Mark'.
"Come on in. We're the only ones here. Lilly sent the staff off for next week. Only the old grounds keeper, Jacque, will be here from time to time." Tanya wrapped the small blanket closer around her shoulders as she started up the stairs, holding her knee length nightgown.
"I'm in this room" She gestured to a large bedroom where her bags were already laid out. "I figured you could stay down the hall and we could set the equipment in the basement."
She sleepily brushed her hair from her face and the events of the last 24 hours showed on her face.

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as the sleepy blond opens the door and gestured him in

"Good. That's good. The fewer people the better" he said as he followed her in, his eyes taking in the sprawling set up. Then taking in her as she led him up the stairs. The blanket was wrapped tight around her and set if her swaying hips delightfully.

Then he was led up to her room

"Ok. I'll take the next room. I'm just gonna set the stiff in there. Then I have got to crash. I am exhausted" he told her with a smile as he headed to a door on the other side if the hall, smiled when he opened it to a bedroom. Then he stepped in, set his stuff down as he turned to close the door.

"I guess I'll see you in a few hours" then he closed te door. He turned to the bed, stripped down naked, and then hopped under the covers, falling asleep almost instantly.

 

[blondesque]

She watched as he shut his doors and heard his clothes hit the floor almost instantly. She smirked at the thought of him naked and so close. She hadn't been with a man that she actually enjoyed for so long. Serge didn't care about her needs and she never came with him fucking her. As she went to her own room and slipped into bed she felt a slight heat come over her body. Lust? Really? After being so afraid and guarded for so long...
She slipped into a deep sleep and didn't wake until she heard her door being opened.

 

[shizzz]

He fell asleep instantly, but he couldn't sleep for long. There was far too much work to be done. Like clockwork his eyes slowly opened, and he turned his head to see the gray sky. He slipped out of the bed, rolled onto te floor and began his morning ritual of push-ups and sit-ups, his cock grazing the floor again and again. It was a minor complication of sleeping nude and doing these exercises as soon as he woke up. But it was this discipline that had his body hardened to a form most people only saw in magazines.

After he was done he stood up, rifled through one of his bags and pulled on a pair of shorts. Then he headed across the hall

He put his ear to the door and listened intently, no sounds of movement or anything. So he slowly opened the door

Sprawled on the bed lay Natasha, well Tanya, but you always use the covers name. She had wriggled the sheet off of her in her sleep, and the nightgown she wore was silky and short. Her toned luxuriant thighs spread from the hem, and the way she was twisted afforded him a view of one plump ass cheek hanging out from underneath. The plump curve gripped snugly by her panties

He was transfixed by her gorgeous form as he slowly stepped into the room, walking around the bed. He enjoyed every bit of flesh he could see as he came around to the side her head was facing. On her side, her full breasts were squished together in a delectable line if soft cleavage, and the nightie had twisted some, exposing a very generous curve of one of her breasts. Then he realized he shouldn't be doing this. But it was one if his favorite perks of the job

"Alright Natasha it's time to get up" he said in a soft voice as he reached out to put a hand on her shoulder and gently shake her. He had been so distracted admiring her. If he hadn't been distracted he would have noticed how her breathing had changed when she woke up.

 

[blondesque]

Her body tensed as she heard the footsteps on the floor. She knew it was Mark but she didn't know why he was in her room...she felt the cool air against her skin and knew she was more exposed than she should be. A split second before she heard his voice, he gun was drawn and she was on her knees up in bed. Gun aimed right at Mark's head.
"Fuck! You can't sneak up on me like that, Mark!"
She lowered her weapon and placed it on the night stand as she fumbled for her robe. "I started sleeping with a gun under my pillow since Serge moved me into his apartment. I never knew if I was going to have to use it."
Tanya drew the robe around her and that's when her eyes were drawn to his chiseled body. Just as her heart had slowed it picked back up looking at his hard skin and muscles.
"Now, what did you need?"

 

[shizzz]

He didn't even twitch when she suddenly popped up, her fun leveled at his head, calm and steady. She looked gorgeous.

She explained herself.

"I should have known better. I was just coming in to wake you up so we could get started, but next time I'll just bang on your door" he told her with a smile as he turned around. She had gathered her little robe about her and the delicious view was gone

"I'm gonna shower. Then we can eat and gettin work setting up in the basement" he said as he closed the door behind him. Turning two doors down the hall he found the bathroom. Discovered a stash of towels in a closet. Turned the water on and hopped in

This was going to be a long shower. It had been a long couple if weeks and the spatter got water was just what he needed.

 

[blondesque]

She slid her gun back under her pillow and huffed at Mark. Who did he think he was just barging into her room? She wandered to her bags and realized she hadn't really packed much. She found a pair of jeans and a thin v-neck shirt. Tanya simply brushed her blonde hair into a low ponytail and brushed her teeth. It was nice not having to put on her 'drug lord's girlfriend' makeup. The house was chilly so she slipped on her boots and a loose cashmere sweater before heading down to the kitchen.

Tanya found the coffee pot and started brewing some while she began to chop fresh veggies for an omelet. There were plenty of fresh eggs and she began to crack them into a bowl while humming a nondescript tune to herself. She heard Mark coming down the stairs just as she was pouring the mixture into the pan.

"The coffee is fresh" she said pointing to the pot "and this will be ready in a few minutes."

 

[shizzz]

After pulling on a pair of jeans and plain white t shirt he headed down stairs. He could hear sounds coming from somewhere, and as he followed them, he soon goin himself in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee heavy in the air

"Fantastic. That whole 2 hours if sleep wasn't exactly refreshing" he said as he fished around the cabinets for a coffee mug, found one, and began to fill it

"Sorry about popping into your room like that. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a test. It's good to see you still have good instincts" he said as he turned to look at her, noting the way her hair shimmered in the light coming from the window, streak as of it shining brightly. She appeared less 'put together' than when e had met her at the diner. But she looked much better this way

"So breakfast and then setup the coms?" He asked, knowing the answer as he began to drink deeply of the hot mug of coffee

 

[blondesque]

I nodded and sat a plate on the small kitchenette table.
"Will you pour me a cup? I like a little sugar in mine." I said as I finished cooking the omelettes. I slid a portion onto his plate and then mine. I grabbed two napkins as I sat down.
"I'm surprised Serge hasn't checked in on me yet. He's such a jealous prick...even though I left a note I know he can't stand not having eyes on me."

 

[shizzz]

He nodded in compliance, grabbing a second mug from the cabinet. He poured her coffee and stirred in some sugar.

He smiled as she brought the food to the table, then slid her the coffee as he sat down.

"Hmm. That's not good. I should check the perimeter to see if I find someone. Hopefully his lackies are lying to him and he thinks all is well" h said as his brow furrowed in curiosity. Then he took a drink of his coffee

"Did you sweep your car for bugs or trackers? I am certain you weren't followed last night. But if he is relaxed, than he might know your at your aunts" he sai as he put his coffee down and took a bite

"That is delicious" he told her with a smile