Spy vs Spy (Closed)

[missmaddy]

My name is Juliette LeFleur. I am 29 years of age, 5'6" and 125 pounds. My mother is Egyptian and my father French. My parents moved from country to country when I was growing up. At age 14 they sent me to an international school in Switzerland. From there I went to an elite university in the United States and graduated near the top of my class. I speak six languages fluently, am accomplished in martial arts, can expertly handle a variety of weapons, am a master scuba diver, have a pilot's license and am a skilled thief. In short, I am the perfect spy.

My day job is with a large international relations firm. It affords me the opportunity to travel and meet people important to my work as a spy. Who do I spy for? Anyone willing to pay the exorbitant fee I charge. I work through a middleman named Jonas who I trust implicitly. My clients never meet me, but they know I deliver results. The CIA, MI6, Mossad and several other intelligence agencies have all used my services from time to time.

My latest assignment is for an oil baron named Jake Turner. He is attempting to pull off a coup in some small Africa country where big oil reserves were recently discovered. He has hired me to buy the arms and make sure they are delivered to the leader of the coup. I have no moral issue with that. Coups happen all the time and one asshole dictator is just as bad as the next. Besides, he has doubled my normal fee.

For this mission I will become Julie Montgomery, a rich socialite from New England. Jonas gets me the required passports and other documents and sends them to a prearranged mailbox. The plan is simple. I am to "steal" $5 million in diamonds from Jake's safe at his mansion just outside London, convert it to hard cash, buy guns and other weapons through an arms dealer I have used in the past, and make sure they get smuggled on a cargo ship to Africa. Jake wants me to "steal" the diamonds so there will be no way to trace the transaction back to him. He doesn't have any idea of how or when I will hit.

I've decided to rob Jake the night of his huge gala event. As a rich New England socialite I'll receive an invitation which Jonas has secured for me, but I do need a date. I am staying at the Ritz, one of London's most exclusive hotel. I put on a sexy dress that shows my best parts and head for the bar. In the corner I notice an attractive man that appears to be by himself. I glance over at him and smile, then head to the bar where I take a seat.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Adam Wojcik, 34, was sitting comfortably in in the Lobby Bar at the Ritz Carlton's London hotel, musing about life in general, and his life in particular. The truly remarkable thing, Adam realized, was that he was comfortable in a world-class luxury hotel with a complete sense of beloning. Growing up in a blue collar suburb of Pittsuburgh, PA, and being the son of a sheet metal fabricator and the grandson and great-grandson of Polish immigrants should not lead to comfort in the lobby of the Ritz. But Joe Wojcik, Adam's father, had drilled into all of his children that hard work beats just about anything else. Adam got his dad's message. When his middle-school friends were playing Xbox, Adam studied; when his high school friends were busy drinking, smoking pot, and bedding as many girls as they could, Adam studied and worked part-time jobs. His work was rewarded by a full scholarship to Stanford University, where he majored in psychology with a minor in Arabic language. Adam's work habits continued; he graduated in 2007 Phi Beta Kappa, summa cum laude.

By the middle of his undergraduate studies Adam assumed that he would go to law school or med school immediately after graduation, but the horror of the 9/11 attacks in the fall of his junior year ignited a fierce sense of duty and patriotism. Two months before graduation, he walked in the recruiting center and signed up for enlistment in the army. Adam imagined infantry duty in Afghanistan, the army had other ideas. One look at his scholastic record and Adam was assigned to Military Intelligence. In his three year hitch he never left the MI branch's home at Fort Huachuca, Arizona.

On reflection Adam wasn't sure if he would have re-enlisted had the CIA not found him first and offered him a job in their clandestine services division with the promise of a much more exciting life and a lot higher pay. He accepted immediately. He excelled at the CIA's training facility at Camp Perry, known colloquially as "the Farm", with one small exception. During the last pratice training session in hand-to-hand combat he was unexpectedly paired up to fight Sarah Weiss, one of the few women in the program. Old messages about not roughing up women caused Adam to hesitate just briefly. Sarah capitalized on his hesitancy and beat him roundly. Amid the teasing that Adam got from the other men, Sarah felt bad for him and invited him out to dinner at a nondescript place just off base. The food was mediocre, but the followup sex in the cheap motel was mind-blowing. Nonetheless, Adam vowed to never hold back again should a similar situation ever arise.

Adam was surprised, himself, that he only stayed with the CIA for three years. He told himself that the revelations about CIA torture prisons and other misdeeds turned his head, but, in fact, it was the lure of even more adventure and money as a free lancer that drove his decision. After five years as a spy for hire, Adam was doing very well. Sitting comfortably in the Lobby Bar of the Ritz was proof enough of that. Of course when on the job in London, he was not Adam Wojcik, he was Wesley “Wes” Preston Needham, scripted as a wealthy international businessman, with credentials and a solid cover story to support that personna.

Adam generally didn't have very many problems, but he had a vexing one at the moment. The people who had hired him - he wasn't exactly sure who they were - had gotten wind that Jake Turner, the outrageously wealthy oil merchant, was planning to fund a coup in an African nation. Adam's employers wanted the coup to fail, and hired him to disrupt the flow of monies to the rebels. Rumor had it that the funds would somehow be transferred at a huge, lavish gala that Jake Turner was throwing several days hence. It wasn't hard to get an invitation to the gala for Wes Needham, but Adam (Wes) didn't yet have a date. Going dateless to such an event would make him far too conspicuous. Adam had made an arrangement with a contact to act as his escort, but this very morning she had e-mailed him to say that family matters required her to leave the country. Adam now needed to troll for a woman who would not only go as his date, but who would reasonably fit in in such an elegant event. The Lobby Bar of the Ritz seeme like pretty good hunting ground.

Adam snapped out of his reverie just in time to see a hot, young unescorted woman enter the bar. She glanced in his direction and, Adam thought, smiled at him as she made her way to take a seat at the bar. Approaching this stranger could easily be a dead end, Adam realized, but he couldn't afford to miss the opportunity. Quickly, he called the waiter over to his table and instructed him to have the bar tender tell her that whatever she was drinking was on him.

 

[missmaddy]

Men are so predictable. As soon as I was seaated the bartender let me know that I coild order whatever I liked "compliments of the gentleman in the corner".

"A negroni please - heavy on the gin and light on the vermouth."

I picked up the drink, slid off the bar chair and slowly walked towards the nicely dressed gentleman in the corner. I put a little extra sway in my step just for effect.

"Thank you for the drink," I said in a whispery voice. "Do you mind if I join you? My name is Julie."

 

[Gr8chtr]

Adam would almost certainly have offered to pay for a drink for this woman even if she was not particularly attractive, as long as she might "look the part" of his date at the gala. "This is business," Adam told himself, "not pleasure." But as the hot, young woman swayed as she approached his table, the pleasure part of Adam's brain began to assert itself. Adam struggled to suppress this reaction. He knew, from his training, that sexual attraction was a powerful force that dulled other senses and often ruined well-made strategy when on assignment. Or, as one of his instructors said repeatedly, "you men have two heads; think with the one attached to your shoulders."

[Thank you for the drink. Do you mind if I join you? My name is Julie.

Adam flashed a grin, making lots of eye contact with Julie as he did. "Wes Needham, here," Adam said as he stood and offered Julie his hand, "I thought you looked like a woman who needed a little kindness, and the kind of woman with whom I would like to share a drink and some pleasant conversation."

Returning to his seat and positioning himself so that he and Julie would be within physical touching range, Adam considered how to begin their conversation. He had two objectives. First, to find out as much as he could about Julie in a short period of time, without seeming suspicious. Second, he had a good cover story; he wanted to get that out as well. "So, Julie," Adam began, "tell me what brings you to one of the very finest hotels in the best city in the English-speaking world?"

 

[missmaddy]

I know how to lay it on thick, to tease and flirt with a man until he is practically creaming his pants. I can usually get what I want without having to sleep with my victims, but it's always an option. In this case I might just do it anyway. Wes is a very attractive man.

"So, Julie, tell me what brings you to one of the very finest hotels in the best city in the English-speaking world?"

I take a slow sip of my drink and put it back on the table. I rest my elbows on the edge and lean forward to make sure he can see more cleavage. Playing a man always excites me. My hard nipples are already poking tiny dents into the front of my dress. I decide to tease him a little before we get down to business.

"How do you know I'm not a hooker? Tell me Wes, how much would you pay to spend a night with me? I'll give you a hint. It will cost a lot more than a drink. That is, if I'm a hooker. If not you can try buying me another drink and see what it gets you."

I throw down the rest of my negroni and give him a playful smile.

 

[Gr8chtr]

How do you know I'm not a hooker? Tell me Wes ...buying me another drink and see what it gets you.

Fuck! She was toying with him. Adam had not expected this. And, he noted, she had not addressed his question about why she was at the Ritz at all. Probably completely innocuous, but her dodge was something to keep in mind.

When on assignment Adam was always cautious about not getting pulled up into irrelevant distractions. There was nothing particularly suspicious about this beautiful woman, but engaging in a flirtatious game of wits was certainly distracting. Adam's rational side told him to back off, maybe make some lame comeback or even pretend to be offended, but end the game. Pay up, excuse yourself, leave the lobby bar, start over somewhere else. But when a hot, young woman sets you up to fantasize about her as a prostitute and you as her john, and then invites you to see how far you can get if she's not a lady of the evening, rational thought goes right out the window. "What the fuck", Adam thought to himself, "it's Tuesday; the gala isn't until Saturday night. I can play a little and still recover if this goes belly up."

Adam returned a man's version of Julie's playful smile as he spoke slowly, with confidence, "How do you know that I'm not a part of Scotland Yard's vice squad? If I am, and we do even as much as having a kiss, and you ever even hint at a price, you'll be in Holloway Women's Prison before sundown tomorrow. So, given that you just kicked back your negroni, which, I believe, is classified as an 'apertif', instead of exploring your possible hooker connections why don't you accept my invitation to dinner? I'll buy both of us several drinks, and we can both see what that gets us."

Adam sat back in his chair, feeling a bit smug about his quick, clever comeback. For some reason, a fleeting image of Sarah Weiss, the CIA fellow trainee who had once bested him in a fight, crossed his mind. He decided to ignore it. Adam was having too much fun.

 

[missmaddy]

He is quick, I'll give him that much. Clearly intelligent in addition to his looks. Not a bad choice at all. Dinner will give me an opportunity to find out more about him and whether or not he would be an appropriate escort to the gala in a few days. I don't want to look too easy by accepting the invitation outright, so I decide to tease him a little more first.

"Scotland Yard Vice Squad? The pay must be better than I thought. I'm sure that suit cost you at least 1000 pounds. That could buy you an hour of my time."

I gave him a playful smile and sit back in the chair

"So Mr. Scotland Yard Vice Squad - Wes did you say it was - don't you at least want to sample the merchandise before you arrest me? Otherwise how are you going to know I am what I say I am."

I can see him looking at me and trying to size me up. Maybe I've pushed the hooker line too far. I need to be careful with this one.

"Of course dinner at say... Le Gavroche... might get you a discount. They are usually fully booked but I'm sure a man with your connections can get us in on a Wednesday night. Perhaps you had something more private in mind... dinner in your suite maybe? The meal won't be as good but dessert might be worth it."

 

[Gr8chtr]

Shit! She was continuing to play the game. Adam had hoped that his clever reply would end the banter and they could proceed to a conventional dinner date that would allow him to find out enough about Julie to know if he wanted to ask her to be his date at the gala.

Julie had come close to accepting his dinner invitation, but for tomorrow night, Wednesday, rather than this evening. And, she had teasingly hinted about a more private encounter. This was going too fast. Adam had to stop this, or at least slow it down. He was in danger of losing control in a situation where he needed to be in the lead.

Feigning more confidence than he was actually feeling, Adam made his counter offer. "I like your choice of restaurants. Le Gavroche is one of my very favorites, and I am on good enough terms with Pierre, the maître d’, that I have no doubt that we could get a table tonight, rather than tomorrow. I have no interest in a 'quickie' with any woman whom I have not had the pleasure of taking to dinner. So, if you care to join me tonight in Pierre's most wonderful establishment, we can dine on some of the world's best food and wine, and engage in sparkling conversation. Doing so will allow both of us to decide if we wish to spend any time with each other in a more private venue." Adam paused briefly to quietly calm his heart rate and breathing before continuing. "Of course, if you'd rather, we can remain here and continue the competitive game of wits in which we are now engaged. I would do that for a while, but, quite frankly, I'm getting bored."

Adam sat back in his chair, posturing an air of command. He had just told two lies in the past minute. He had been to Le Gavroche before, but only once. He had no idea what the maître d’ s name was, but what the fuck, it's a French restaurant. Someone there must be named Pierre.

 

[missmaddy]

I am impressed. Most men are drooling all over themselves by this time. He's playing it cool. In fact his manner is a little too controlled. I'll have to get Jonas to check him out.

"That's very considerate of you Wes. Feed them before you fuck them, is that your motto?"

I can see that he is not laughing. I might have pushed him too far. I need to recover.

"Look, I'm sorry if my warped sense of humor has offended you. My friends tell me that I am too much of a tease and that someday it will get me into trouble. I'm not a hooker as I'm sure you have already guessed. I'm visiting London for a few weeks. It's one of my favorite cities and I always stay here at the Ritz."

He is listening. That is good.

"I'd love to go to dinner with you Wes, but if it's okay I'd rather not go to Le Gavroche. It's much too stuffy and no fun at all. I know this great Indian restaurant in a very elegant yet relaxed setting. I'm sure the concierge can get us a reservation. Of course if you have another suggestion that's fine with me."

 

[Gr8chtr]

Adam had succeeded. He had gotten them off this dizzying game, slowing the pace a bit. Excellent! Moreover, on a personal level, he liked this version of Julie more than the more aggressive version.

Adam also liked the suggestion of going to an Indian restaurant. First, in fact, he loved Indian food and, of course, as anyone who has ever been to London knows, the best food there is from the subcontinent. One wonders why the English never really learned to cook. Second, unless the restaurant that Julie had in mind was different than most it would be relatively quiet and not a hot spot where the glitterati would be seen. More run-of-the-mill places were always preferred in the covert operations world. Adam realized that by accepting Julie's suggestion he was ceding some power to her, but he thought that to be no problem. After all, La Gavroche had been her suggestion as well.

Adam let out a hearty laugh, an expression that he had practiced many times when he wanted to convey being unguarded. "Well, Julie, I'm heartened to see that you have a wide range of preferences. Most women I know can't go from a world-class French restaurant to an Indian one in just a matter of a few minutes." Adam paused to allow his apparent good, relaxed mood to set in. "I accept your suggestion unconditionally. In fact, I love the idea."

It was perhaps a mistake, but Adam could feel himself getting into a "date" with Julie, not just because of the ultimate goal, but for the pleasure of it itself. A broad grin spread across his face as his eyes began to sparkle, this time a true, spontaneous reaction. "As far as my motto being 'feed them before you fuck them', that's not quite right. It's more like 'share an enjoyable meal, then share a mutually enjoyable fucking."

 

[missmaddy]

My suggestion of a restaurant is motivated by far more than the food. I have been told that the owner Raj can supply the most interesting assortment of weapons and specialty tools for almost any occasion. I will need several of both that can be easily concealed for my upcoming mission. I won't deal with him directly - I'll have Jonas do that, but I always like to look my suppliers in the eye first to see if I can trust them.

The restaurant is located in what used to be a solarium. The tables are spaced nicely with potted trees and plants scattered around the room interspersed with works of Indian art. The chairs are white wicker with high fan shaped backs. The maitre d' shows us to our table. I ask him if it would be possible for Raj to stop by and drop a name I know he will recognize.

"Don't you just love this place. It is my secret getaway when I come to London. The food is just as good as the atmosphere. I'll have that next drink now Wes. Be careful though. You never know what a girl might do if she has too much to drink."

 

[Gr8chtr]

They had walked in the cool London evening the seven blocks from the Ritz to the Indian restaurant in which they were now sitting comfortably. The stroll afforded Adam two opportunities. First, it allowed him to review the status of his planned operation. London was one of his major hubs; consequently, he had many valuable contacts that could provide almost anything he needed, from all kinds of altered documents to tools or weapons of almost any kind. For this assignment, he didn't think he needed much. His documents were in perfect shape already. His goal was to stop monies from being transferred, not to steal them, so he didn't anticipate needing any tools. As for weapons, well, Adam was good at firearms, but he didn't really like using them very much. Additionally, he thought it was pretty likely that Jake Turner's mansion would have some very discrete metal detectors in place, maybe in multiple locations. That ruled out a handgun and most knives of any size. One of his contacts had offered a very sturdy, very sharp plastic knife; he was considering it. But, for now, if any physical violence was likely, Adam's plan called for him to rely on his very considerable martial arts skills. At the moment, there wasn't much to do about preparations; that would come later in the week.

Second, and certainly more pleasurably, the long walk provided Adam with ample opportunities to notice every curve of Julie's gorgeous body. He was certain that the subtle sway in her step was designed with him in mind. Adam decided to relax and enjoy their dinner date; after all, the whole point was to size Julie up and, if found acceptable, maneuver her into accepting an invitation to the Saturday gala. Danger seemed remote; a little fun along the way couldn't hurt.

I'll have that next drink now Wes. Be careful though. You never know what a girl might do if she has too much to drink.

Adam smiled at Julie's flirtatious moves. "Well, back at the Ritz you were drinking a negroni - an apertif. That cocktail has lots of alcohol, and is both bitter and sweet. So, before I order you a drink, I need to know something about your mood. So, what's your pleasure for the evening, Julie, something sweet and laid back, or something hotter and more powerful?". He flashed a mischievous grin as he continued. "Personally, I am leaning toward hot and powerful, but since we are only just starting the evening, I'd want to make sure that we are compatible."

 

[missmaddy]

Now he is the one flirting. His question about 'my pleasure for the evening' and letting me know his mood is 'hot and powerful' leaves little doubt about his intentions. I still haven't made up my mind as to whether or not I'm going to sleep with him but I like to keep my options open.

"I do like gin. Ask him if he has a Four Pillar's Rare - double shot with two ice cubes. If not I'll take a Beefeater Burroughs Reserve. I hope that's hot enough for your taste. It's certainly powerful."

I need to make a call and it's one I can't do in front of Wes.

"If you'll excuse me please I need to pee."

I take my time getting up from the table letting his eyes drink in my shapely curves. I turn sideways and bend at the waist to pick up my handbag tilting my butt upwards to give him a perfect profile of my powerful cheeks pushing out from the tight skirt I am wearing. I stand and smile back at him, then head for the ladies room exaggerating the sway of my ass.

"Jonas, what do you have on my possible date for the gala... I see... and that's all? Interesting. Okay, I'll take it from here."

Wes is an enigma. He has a bio and all the facts check out. It's what missing that's the problem. Other than what is in his bio he doesn't seem to have much of a life. I just might have to sleep with him after all. Pillow talk can often be revealing. Besides, fucking my targets is part of the job. It's not always pleasant. There are too many fat slobs in the business. This one could be the exception. If his looks are an indicator I just might be in for a pleasant and informative night.

"Have you missed me?" I ask as I sit and pick up my drink raising it towards him. "I hope you're feeling powerful Wes. Here's to a hot... and pleasurable... evening."

 

[Gr8chtr]

It would have been impossible for Adam to not notice fully Julie's hot body as she got up from the table and headed to the restroom. Even if he had tried, he could not have done it. Adam didn't try; in fact, he worked hard at soaking in as much as he could see. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the minute.

Julie was gone to the restroom for quite a while. Adam filed this fact away in case it might mean something, but he was accustomed to women spending long times on their restroom trips. Julie obviously took a lot of time with her appearance. This could mean nothing, but still...

Julie's absence provided Adam with the opportunity to do a little work on his assignment. He was leaning strongly toward inviting Julie as his date to the gala. Before he finalized that decision he needed to do as much background checking as he could, just to be sure. He pulled out his encrypted-message smart phone and called "Mark". Adam had no idea what this guy's real name was and he only met Mark once, but Mark was tops in ferreting out information about almost anyone. Mark answered immediately. That was one of the truly strange things about him; he always answered immediately, any time, day or night. Adam wondered what kind of life does a man have if he is always instantly available.

As he and Julie were walking from the Ritz to the restaurant, they had stopped to look at some fashion items on display in the window of a very expensive shop. At that point, Adam's phone rang, unbeknowst to Julie triggered by Adam himself. He pretended to have a trite conversation about business. In fact, a special feature of Adam's phone was that it could take pictures out of the edge of the phone, such that with the phone to the listener's ear he could take a photo of whatever was straight ahead while pretending to have a conversation. In this case "straight ahead" was Julie's reflection in the store window. Adam sent Julie's image and everything that he currently knew about her to Mark. Adam would have Mark's analysis by tomorrow morning.

The possibility, though very remote, that Julie was somehow working for the other side amused Adam. If she were his opposition, taking her as his date to the gala would be an excellent way to keep track of her movements. Besides, literally fucking the opposition was always such sweet revenge.

Have you missed me? I hope you're feeling powerful Wes. Here's to a hot... and pleasurable... evening.

Adam had ordered their drinks. They didn't have Four Pillar's Rare, but they did have Beefeater Burroughs Reserve. He ordered one for Julie and a 21-year-old Balvenie single-malt scotch for himself; double pours for both. "Powerful" didn't begin to describe the strength of the two drinks that were sitting on the table before them.

"I did miss you, Julie. How could I not? As you see, I have had the waiter supply us with lots of powerful beverage. We shall have our choice of excellent Indian food soon. I'm looking forward to that, but I'm especially looking forward to some very hot and pleasurable dessert. I am lead to believe that there may be some not far from here, back in the direction from which we recently came."

 

[missmaddy]

Just before the first dish is served Raj stops by our table. He remembers our mutual friend fondly. I find Raja little too accommodating... a little too shifty - a man not to be trusted. That doesn't mean he can't deliver. I'll just have to put some extra precautions in place to ensure there isn't a double-cross and that he only gets paid what he delivers.

The food is out of this world. We take our time with each dish. I carefully avoid asking Wes personal questions that might make him suspicious. We discuss books, movies, fashion, art and scientific discoveries. The time passes quickly and the meal ends. I wipe my lips and look at him with a gleam in my eye.

"Did you say something about dessert back at the hotel? I'm not sure what's on the menu, but I'll bet it is going to be delicious."

We take our time strolling back to the hotel. I continue to avoid asking personal questions. I wonder if he finds it suspicious. I am a little surprised he hasn't offered the information without being asked. Most men love to talk about themselves. It is their favorite subject.

When we reach the lobby I turn to him.

"I need to go to my room to freshen up before dessert. Why don't you stop by my suite in about 15 minutes - to pick me up of course. Unless, that is, we decide to have our dessert in a more private setting."

 

[Gr8chtr]

I need to go to my room to freshen up before dessert. Why don't you stop by my suite in about 15 minutes - to pick me up of course. Unless, that is, we decide to have our dessert in a more private setting.

Adam smiled to himself. The outcome of the evening was now definite. He was certainly ready, and it was clear that Julie was also. Adam replied without hesitation, "We've had drinks in a bar and an entire, wonderful meal in your favorite Indian restaurant, I think dessert should be in your suite - on my tab of course. I happen to know that the Ritz Restaurant serves an outstanding Chocolate Bombe' that serves a minimum of two people. I'll call down and have one delivered to your room." He could feel a sly grin, uncommanded, spread across his face. Laying his hand on the small of Julie's back, Adam continued. "Oh, and, I also happen to know that the Chocolate Bombe' requires a 20-minute wait, and it will take me 5 minutes to get to my room and call room service. So...take your time; I shall arrive in about 25 minutes."

Adam and Julie could barely take their eyes off of one another; they nearly tripped on the carpet as they were walking to the elevator. As they entered the elevator a middle-aged woman entered with them. Adam chuckled to himself at the thought that had this matronly woman not been there, he and Julie might have had a quickie by the time the got to the 4th floor. Julie got of at the 3rd floor, turned to the man she knew as "Wes", smiled and simply said "37" as the elevator doors closed on Adam and the older woman. After one more floor, Adam quickly went to his room and entered, noting that the little thread that he had placed in the door frame was still where he had left it. Apparently, no one had entered.

Adam used his cell phone to order from room service while he practically ripped off the suit that he had been wearing and threw on some more casual clothes. He was in a hurry, not to get to Julie's room, but to use a few minutes to do some thinking about his mission. It was true that the Ritz' Chocolate Bombe' took 20 minutes to prepare, but his real motive was to buy a little alone time. Before his memory faded Adam reviewed the evening so far. Julie's longish restroom trip was still a fact to consider. Connected, possibly, was the fact that she suggested a 15-minute wait, as opposed to inviting him to her suite immediately. Was she also buying time like him? More interesting, though, was the fact that she neither asked personal questions about him, nor did she reveal much personal about herself. Hmm. "Well", thought Adam with an evil grin, "after I fuck her brains out, we'll see how guarded Julie is."

Adam called Mark who, of course, answered immediately. Mark had already done some very preliminary checking, and told Adam that so far it looked like Julie was the rich, young socialite that she appeared to be. Mark was a bit surprised that he didn't find much about her pre-university days, but he had been at this less than three hours. He'd continue and contact Adam in the morning.

Adam left his room, reinstalling the little thread in his door, and hurried to Julie's room one floor down. This time his urgency was about the delights that he knew were to follow. He arrived just as room service was delivering the luscious, and expensive, chocolate dessert. Stepping in behind the serving cart, Adam caught Julie's attention. "Ah, mounds of chocolate and a beautiful woman. What a way to end a lovely evening." Tipping the server generously as he closed the door, Adam added, "Or, to begin a great night."

 

[missmaddy]

I spend a few minutes making sure there is nothing incriminating in the room. I check for messages. Jonas has a little more on Wes. He confirms that Wes is a wealthy international businessman that travels a lot. That doesn't tell me much. A woman can learn a lot about a man who isn't wearing any clothes, and that is exactly what I plan to do.

I look at the time and still have fifteen minutes. I shower and apply expensive perfume in all the strategic places. Then I slip into a night outfit and pull on a long red robe to hide what is underneath. Then there was a knock on the door. I was surprised to see both the dessert and Wes come in.

I could see Wes admiring my robe as he tipped the boy who brought the dessert. He has to be wondering what is underneath. Once we are alone I sit down at the table in front of my chocolate bombe'. Wes takes a seat across from me. I scoop some chocolate syrup onto my finger and stare into his eyes as I flick my tongue across it before sucking the finger into my mouth. I move it in and out like I am sucking a cock. I do it again scooping up more chocolate. I purposely spill some on my robe.

"Oop. I made a mess."

I stand and let the robe fall to my feet exposing the sexy black nightie I am wearing. I let him drink in the view for a few moments before moving over to his side of the table. I dip my forefinger in his chocolate bombe' coating it thoroughly with the rich chocolate syrup. I hold it straight up in the air and make a big show of licking up and down its length before taking it into my mouth.

"It's simply... orgasmic."

I reach under my skimpy nighty and pull a string holding the tiny patch of see-thru material covering my shaved pussy. It falls to the floor. I swing a leg over Wes' lap then slide onto the table in front of him. I spread my knees and look into his eyes.

"Dessert is served," I say in a whispery voice.

I slide my foot into his lap and rub it across his growing erection. My toes find his swollen knob and massage the sensitive tip through his pants. I put my hands on the table behind me and lean back while locking my elbows.

 

[Gr8chtr]

The man known as Wes Needham was becoming both more aroused and more impressed by the second. Julie was as hot a woman as he had ever encountered and was about as bold as they come. It was clear to him that she could handle herself in any situation. Right now, though, Adam was mostly interested in handling her as much as possible.

Mirroring some of Julie's moves Adam reached into the chocolate dessert with the index and ring fingers of his right hand, covering them with chocolate. Holding his hand with his two fingers pointed down and spread apart to form an upside down V, he deftly licked the chocolate off, focusing on the top of the V shape. "Yes," Adam said very intensely, "simply orgasmic".

With chocolate still dripping from his two fingers, Adam flicked specks of chocolate onto both his shirt and pants. "Damn", he exclaimed, but without showing the emotion customarily associated with that word, "I've messed up my clothes. And, what, with you so nicely dressed. " Adam quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. With one hand he lifted Julie's leg off of his lap, while using his other hand to unfasten his belt and his waistband, and unzip his fly. Another couple of tugs with his hand and legs, and his pants fell to the floor as well. Sitting now in nothing but his silk boxer shorts, he carefully replaced Julie's foot on his lap, making sure to rest her toes next to the engorged head of his cock, which now was fully erect and beginning to protrude from the top of his shorts.

Adam dipped his fingers again into the chocolate sauce, leaned over, and smeared chocolate from Julie's neck down to the cleavage that was showing through her nightie. Dipping his fingers once more in the chocolate, he pulled the piece of Julie's nightie that was covering her left breast down, exposing her rock-hard left nipple, and continued the chocolate smear around her nipple in concentric circles. Adam leaned into Julie's neck, teasingly licking off a bit of chocolate at the very top, then pulling back to look Julie in the eye. "Hmm,"Adam mused, "Although I paid the tab, it looks like our dessert is on you."

 

[missmaddy]

"Although I paid the tab, it looks like our dessert is on you."

I like a man who isn't in a hurry to get his penis into my vagina. Wes is taunting me, playing with me, and I love it.

"So it would appear," I tell him rubbing my toes across the head of his erection. "We'll have to do something to even the score."

I dip two fingers into his dessert and lift my foot so I can spread the dripping chocolate across my toes. I move it back to his lap to smear it across his knob and then slide my toes into his boxers and down his shaft to his testicles which I gently massage. I move my toes back up his cock and rub them across the sensitive underside of the swollen tip. I lift my other foot and smear more chocolate onto its toes. I place it on his naked chest smearing chocolate across his tiny nipples. Then I lift my toes to his lips while my other foot continues to massage his cock

"It would appear that dessert is on both of us."

 

[Gr8chtr]

Adam could see what was happening. Julie and he were working hard - and successfully from Adam's viewpoint - at arousing each other's lust, while deliberately moving at a slow, teasing pace. It was as if they each were seeing if they could make the other person break and just rush ahead with sex. Adam still thought that it was very unlikely that Julie was involved in the arms deal making, but whatever her business was, he realized that she would be one formidable adversary.

Adam had almost no choice but to lick the chocolate-covered toes that Julie offered him, and he did so flicking his tongue as tantalizingly as possible, slowly and deliberately toe by toe. But, he wanted to be more aggressive. After all, Julie was massaging and teasing his cock unmercifully with her foot. He was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on an erotic strategy.

Wrapping his strong arm around Julie, Adam pulled her into him, momentarily causing her other foot to lose its contact with his hard cock. Quickly, he resumed his licking off the chocolate that he had placed on Julie's chest. Though deliberate, Adam wasted little time working his way down to her now bare left breast, running his tongue in circles on the smears that surrounded her nipple. "Mmm," gushed Adam, "damn, if this just doesn't look like the famous Italian candy, Nipples of Venice. Before Julie could even begin a retort Adam plunged his mouth onto her swollen breast, first flicking his tongue hard against her nipple, then nibbling it with his teeth hard enough to be just short of pain-inducing. Figuring that his sudden move would catch Julie off guard for a second or two, he slid his free hand quickly down her stomach and into her nightie, searching quickly for her wet, hard clit.

 

[missmaddy]

"Mmmmm... yes baby..."

He knows just how to tease my sensitive nipples. His tongue flutters across them sending ripples of pleasure straight down to my pussy. When his teeth bite down on the erect tip I let out a gasp. Then his finger brushes across my swollen clit. The pleasure pulsing through my body is excruciating. I almost lose it when his fingers plunge deep into my steamy hole.

I usually like to tease my victims until they beg for mercy. That's when I get what I want. Sometimes I have to let them fuck me. It goes with the job. Wes is different though. All I want is a date. I shouldn't have to fuck him to get him to ask me out but I'm going to. I want to.

I hump my pussy against his fingers and rub my hands through his hair as he continues to lick and bite my nipples. The pressure in my belly continues to build. As badly as I want to climax I'm not going to let that happen. Not yet. I need to control the situation and right now he's in charge.

I push his head away and slide off his lap until I am wedged between his spread thighs. Directly in front of my face is his hard cock pushing up through the slit in his boxers. It is smeared with chocolate from my foot. I lean forward and flick my tongue across his knob, then look up at him with hungry eyes.

"It's the best chocolate bombe' I have ever tasted."

I plunge my lips down his shaft and take him deep into my mouth.

 

[Gr8chtr]

As Adam worked his fingers around Julie's clit while nibbling on her erect nipple, he called forth his well-practiced ability to think rationally even while emotionally charged. Even as he plunged his fingers into Julie's hot, wet pussy, and as she began to tease his cock with her tongue, Adam was analyzing the event with regard to his mission. All he needed from Julie was a date; if she accepted, she would be nothing more than a prop in a stage play. His mission didn't require that they have sex now, or ever for that matter. What did matter to Adam, he realized as he finger-fucked Julie, was that he remain in control of the situation at all times as much as possible, including making each of his actions deliberately. It was the last rational thought that he was to have for several minutes.

Aaagghh!!

When Julie plunged her lips down the shaft of Adam's cock, a jolt of pure pleasure and passion surged through his entire body, causing him to emit a loud groan. Only his well-honed ability to control his body stopped him from cumming right there. But Julie had pushed him over the edge; he could think of nothing but fucking her with reckless abandon, as she furiously worked her mouth up and down his shaft repeatedly.

With one quick kick of his powerful leg Adam knocked the little table with the desserts away from the sofa, clearing the deeply carpeted floor for several feet around. Grabbing Julie's head in his hands Adam pulled her mouth off of his cock and rolled them over onto the carpet, Adam landing on top. A quick move with his free hand tore off what little clothing remained on Julie's body. Grabbing Julie's ass and hips hard, Adam positioned the head of his cock in the crook of her pussy lips, then, with one quick thrust, plunged his hard cock deep insider her. Gasping for some breath, Adam blurted out, "Fuck me, Julie; fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

 

[missmaddy]

I feel him plunge deep into my soul. I bring my knees back by my shoulders and grab the cheeks of his ass with my hands pulling him deeper into my belly with each powerful thrust.

"God yes... fuck me baby... fuck me with your big cock."

I know how to say the right thing to make a man think he is driving me crazy. I tell him how good it feels and what a big cock he has. Stoking his ego is all part of the game. With Wes it is different. I don't have to fake it... and I'm not. I can feel his deep thrusts reverberating through every nerve ending in my body. The pressure in my belly is intense. He slams into me again and again and again. I slide my hands to his back and let him ride me like a stallion.

"Oh fuck... yes... ooohhhh... oh god..."

I throw my head back and scream. My pussy clenches against his thrusting member in a series of orgasmic spasms. My fingernails dig into his skin. I know how to fake an orgasm, but this is the real thing and it scares me because I have lost all control.

 

[Gr8chtr]

God yes... fuck me baby... fuck me with your big cock.

Adam hadn't really needed any more encouragement, but he got it from Julie anyway. Never a man to let a lady down, he poured it on, driving his thick cock into her over and over again. He wasn't sure that he had ever fucked a woman harder than this. And, he was loving it. Thoughts of his mission had left him altogether.

Aaagghh!!

For the second time in as many minutes Adam let out a huge grunt. When Julie's pussy began to clinch his cock, Adam's body responded in kind, completely outside of his control. Adam exploded into Julie's tight pussy, filling her womanhood with is hot cum. For nearly a minute their bodies spasmed together, until they rolled away from each other to lie on their backs, completely spent.

As he regained his breath Adam remembered that he had a goal, and a plan quickly developed in his mind. What scared him, though, was that his motivation was more driven by his desire to repeat the night's pleasures than it was to accomplish the mission.

"Julie," Adam said quietly still trying to recover from their exertions, "that was the best damn dessert I've had in years." Laughing a little, he placed his hand in Julie's. "I have a proposal. Let's take advantage of the excellent bed in your room to sleep till dawn. I know a little bistro near here that has excellent coffee and pastries; that would do for breakfast. Then, let's have dinner again tomorrow night. We'll pick the place later." Adam stopped to let his proposal sink in before continuing with a carefully planned half truth. "And, I'm not absolutely sure yet, but I think that by dinner time tomorrow night, I will be able to invite you to accompany me to a world-class gala on Saturday night. "

Clearing his throat, Adam topped off his comment with the obvious, "So, what do you say to my proposal?

 

[missmaddy]

I am stunned. He is inviting ME to the gala? Why is he going? On the other hand it is the perfect cover. It won't look like I was ever planning to go. Still, something doesn't seem right. I need to play this carefully and regain some control of the situation.

"Yes, the dessert was quite filling. I feel pleasantly stuffed. I'm not so sure that your spending the night is a good idea. After all, we hardly know each other."

I roll over and trace my finger down his chest. My hand slides over his spent cock. I fondle it with my fingers.

"On the other hand the night is still young."

I lower my head and take him between my lips immediately feeling a spark of life as he begins to grow.