by Bella Juarez
“Damn, sugar, you’re something,” James said as he dropped to his knees.
James made Irene feel like a goddess, as if his sole reason for living was to please and worship her. His warm tongue caressed her belly as his hands moved firmly up and down her legs. He kissed around the lacy tops of her stockings. Irene’s knees almost buckled when he kissed the top of her pussy. His hands wrapped around the lace of her stockings encasing her thighs. He pulled her thighs open, forcing her legs to spread even more.
Irene was so aroused she felt a slight trickle of her cream run down her inner thigh and James lovingly lapped it up. She felt his tongue reach out and lick her clit slowly, methodically as he massaged her calves and thighs. She threw back her head and sensually moaned at the magic his tongue was doing. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair.
Irene hissed in a sharp breath when his fingers slowly invaded her pussy. She was very aroused when she walked out in nothing but the coat. Now, she was light headed at the intensity of his oral assault on her cunt. James was about to bring her to a crashing orgasm standing up. Irene squeezed her eyes shut as her legs quivered and her pussy throbbed. She screamed when her muscles locked in sexual bliss. Her senses fired on a different level as she started coming in the unnatural position of standing. The sensation was extraordinary and bizarre, almost forbidden. She involuntarily jerked her pussy up and down on his fingers and rubbed herself all over his face.
Irene slumped slightly as her body recovered from its erotic high. James stood and grabbed her ass with both hands. He lifted her up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” James ordered.
Irene did as he commanded. She wrapped her legs around him as her fur-lined back slam against the glass-windowed wall behind her. She wondered when he had taken out his cock as it breached the entrance of her cunt. He forced her ass downward and made her throbbing pussy sheathe his hard cock. He roughly moved her up and down. James’s primal grunts and groans echoed in her semiconsciousness as he fucked her roughly against the window.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” James growled as his thrusts became harder and faster. “Have you ever fucked like this, baby?” He lightly bit her throat.
Irene couldn’t speak. She shook her head and let it fall back against the cold glass. She held herself up by holding on to James’s shoulders in a death grip. He kissed her harshly, demanding her very breath as he continued his wild fucking against the glass wall. The effects of her first orgasm were still coursing through her body as she felt a miniorgasm shudder through her. Her nipples rubbing against the rough silk material of his suit provided another erotic sensation that seemed to make her climax drift from one wave to the next.
James grabbed her ass even more tightly as he made a final thrust upward. He held her in place as he roared his climax. He thrust once more and buried his head into her fur-lined neck, muffling his growl. He loosened his grip as he looked at her slack eyed and smiled.
“Sugar…” James whispered breathlessly as he kissed her.
Irene unwrapped her legs from around his waist and he gently set her down on her feet. She felt unsteady so she held onto James for a support. He pulled her close and held her for a moment. They seemed to be holding each other vertical. She pulled away slightly and looked behind her. She could see the harbor and part of the city down below. She unconsciously pulled her coat around her a little tighter as she looked down.
“No one saw you, sugar. We’re eighteen floors up,” James said. Irene looked at him and said nothing. “I won’t let you get hurt. Trust me,” he said, kissing her lightly. “That was really hot. You coming out here in nothing but that coat and your lacy stockings.” He smiled as he started to straighten his clothes.
“Your reaction was pretty hot, too,” Irene said shyly.
Chapter Sixteen
Consulate General of the Russian Federation
Secure Situation Room
Istanbul, Turkey
March 6, 2009/0654 Zulu
Azad Jobrani sat in the secure conference room as Intelligence Director Viktor Zaytsev briefed them on the latest scheme from Bakri. He glanced at Sergei Vaslliev. The man was an inhuman robot. It was impossible to tell what the hell he was ever thinking. One thing was for sure, MI-6 had done their homework on Nayyaf Bakri. He was behaving like a dream. In fact, Azad didn’t like it because he was too predictable. Either Bakri was new and stupid at being a bloody criminal or dumb like a fox.
Azad had managed to gain a little of Vaslliev’s trust, or at least his attention. Vaslliev took Azad everywhere. Sergei was cautious and suspicious. Azad guessed the reason why Sergei kept him close was so he could be watched and Azad wouldn’t be able to fuck him if he turned his back. He refocused when he saw Sergei frown.
“Did you mention this to Katrina? What does she think?” Sergei asked.
“She is only responsible for introducing this pathogen. Thus far she has not been successful. I do not think she is as powerful as we once believed,” Bakri said.
“What you are asking her to do will take time. She cannot risk exposing this operation by rushing. Her concern for her lost agent is understandable. He was in a very delicate position. She is on the dangerous end of this project and must proceed with caution,” Sergei explained.
“Do you feel this new contact will be more successful?” Viktor asked Bakri.
“Yes. I do. His assistant is head of the microbiology division at the company,” Bakri said.
“And you feel we can gain his cooperation and hers? Sergei what are your thoughts?” Viktor asked.
“It would not hurt to have another possible outlet for the distribution of the bacteria.” Sergei shrugged. “It will assure its dissemination into the pharmaceutical supply rather than the blood supply like we first planned. That might be a little easier,” he concluded.
Azad realized Bakri’s weakness. He was impatient. He wanted things to happen yesterday. The Russians were old hands at this sort of thing. They’d be more methodical and cautious. He was a little confused at Sergei’s acquiescence to bringing on someone new. Their goal was to ensure the success of the mission. Bakri thought that throwing enough money at something would ensure its success. The Russians were moving too slow for Bakri, and this was encouraging. Azad knew when the Iranians became involved they’d be just as impatient as Bakri. They would, however, defer to their Russian mentors and listen.
“Sergei, what do you think about meeting this American?” Viktor asked.
“I think for now, we stay in the shadows. Send Azad to meet with him,” Sergei said. He then addressed Azad. “You tell him you represent the Pakistani government. You and I will plan this. I will keep you informed, Viktor.”
“Very well, Sergei. I have something for you after this meeting,” Viktor said.
I hope this bloke is all Mick made him out to be. Sergei will see through it and kill the poor sod if he isn’t good.
Azad would be hooking up with his MI-6 handler at evening prayers. The mosque would be full of worshipers and the service would go for at least an hour giving them plenty of time to catch up.
Chapter Seventeen
Arap Cami, Mh.
Istanbul, Turkey
March 6, 2009/1355 Zulu
Azad walked into the Arab mosque that was a few minutes from the Russian Embassy where he was staying. He didn’t trust that Sergei wasn’t having him followed. He turned on the EMC device as he walked to the building. It would ensure that any devices placed in his phone or somewhere on his person unknowingly would be blocked.
Azad cleansed and covered himself as he entered the main hall holding all the worshipers. He stood, leaving space on either side of him. The mosque was filling up fast. He closed his eyes and centered himself. He noticed two men stepping beside him. The call to prayer started and they knelt.
“Allah shines on you, my son,” the man to his left said in Persian.
“He will reward you for your suffering, my son,” the man to his
right said in Persian as well.
“Thank you for your blessing, my fathers,” Azad responded in Persian.
“Are things well with you?” his cousin, Kashi, asked.
“They’re coming along fine,” Azad said as he bowed once more.
“Jones is well aware of your situation. He’s familiar with the Russian and his methods of operation,” his Uncle Sana said.
“He’d better be good. The Russian will pick up on any weakness or mistake he makes and will kill him,” Azad said, bowing as the imam led the prayer. “The Paki is impatient. It’s his weakness. He wants to cut his ties with the woman. He feels they are moving too slow. He wants to use Jones to make distribution through drugs. Who is the woman with Jones? Is it Katrina?” Azad asked.
“No. Watch Katrina, if you ever meet her. She’s not on our side. I’m meeting with Jones tonight. He and I will come up a plan to deal with Bakri,” Kashi said.
“Watch yourself, my boy. Watch the Russians. They are crafty and have ways of finding things out,” Sana warned.
Prayer service ended, and Azad walked the fifteen minutes back to the Russian Embassy. It was a little warmer this evening. Tomorrow the weather was expected to turn cold and icy. As he passed the Galata Restaurant and Wine Bar, he felt a nudge to his back. Bloody hell! There was no mistaking the object. Someone had a gun at his kidney.
“Keep walking, my friend,” a familiar voice said in Russian.
“Vaslliev? What is this?” Azad demanded as they turned down an alley before reaching the street where the embassy stood.
“We need to talk,” Vaslliev said coolly.
* * * *
JJ waited in the exclusive Executive Lounge for Kashi to arrive. He glanced at his watch and picked up his glass. He took a long drink. He was a little early. Kashi was supposed to be his meeting from the Indian university and arrived right on time. JJ stood and greeted him like an old friend.
“Mr. Sinha?” JJ asked.
“Yes, Mr. Jones?” Kashi asked with a mischievous smile.
“A drink?” JJ asked.
“Tea and biscuits, please,” Kashi said.
The waiter left and Kashi set a device that looked like a cell phone on the table. It was a scrambler. No electronic device within thirty feet of them would work while that little toy was on. The waiter returned, and JJ noticed some of the clientele next to them getting frustrated when suddenly their Internet, laptops, and cell phones all went haywire. JJ chuckled.
“That’s downright evil, Kashi,” JJ said.
“How the bloody hell are you, JJ?” Kashi asked with a wide smile.
“Surviving,” JJ said with a shrug.
“I hope you haven’t slowed down any. Vaslliev hasn’t. Azad says he’s just as paranoid as ever,” Kashi said.
“So am I. What’s the plan, Kashi?” JJ asked, taking a drink of his scotch.
“I think we’ve got a bit of a twist for you.”
“Do I still need a snatch-and-grab team?”
“Yes. You do. But there’s more to this than we initially thought.”
* * * *
Irene was sleeping soundly when JJ walked into the bedroom of the suite they shared. He turned off the TV and stripped out of his suit. She stirred as his weight shifted the bed. He slid under the covers and carefully swung his arm over her, pulling her close. It felt good to settle down for the night. She snuggled closer.
“How was your date?” Irene asked.
“It would’ve been better if I had some fine sexy thing sitting across from me. Instead I had an old ugly guy with a beard,” James said, kissing her shoulder.
JJ’s hand slid under the covers and ran it up and down the satin gown she was wearing.
“Umm, good night, honey,” Irene whispered as she drifted off to sleep once more.
JJ smiled and closed his eyes.
* * * *
Azad lifted Sergei as he pulled him up to the entrance of the embassy. It was a little before midnight. The sentries looked a little confused and concerned.
“Is something wrong with the colonel?” one of them asked as he helped Azad carry Sergei inside.
“No, just drunk,” Azad said.
“The colonel?” the man asked, shocked.
“Even the bloody colonel ties one on every now and then. We’ve been working really hard,” Azad said.
Sergei broke out into an old Russian love song as he was being helped inside. The young sentry smiled knowingly. Azad and the sentry managed to get Sergei to his bed. He thanked the young man with the half bottle of vodka that Sergei had been holding.
“For you and your friend downstairs,” Azad said, handing off the bottle as he shut the door to Sergei’s room.
The young sentry turned and left. Azad breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow would be one hell of a day.
* * * *
JJ waited in a café on the European side of Istanbul near St. Sophia for Bakri. Irene was taking a group tour of St. Sophia Museum while he was busy with Bakri. He looked up from his paper when Bakri sat down. He noticed the man was looking around.
“Is something wrong, Mr. Bakri?” JJ asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Where is your assistant?” Mr. Bakri asked.
“She’s busy,” JJ said shortly. “You said we needed to talk in private.”
“I have an offer for you. Mr. Jones…” Bakri started as the waiter brought a second cup of coffee. “I need to get certain scientists inside your company into your research departments. I also need you to do something for me.”
“Let’s just get down to business, Mr. Bakri. The scientists aren’t a problem. I’ve got complete control over who I get in or out of the company. What the hell do you want me to do, and how will you make it worth my time?”
“I need to know what kinds of drugs and vaccines you supply the United States military. And I need to know if you can distribute a microbiological agent we have into one of your drugs that you supply to the military.”
JJ sat back in his chair. “Let me see if I understand you correctly. You want me to poison our men and women in uniform?” He looked at Bakri. The man nodded. “Okay, just how much do you think this is worth?”
“Twenty million American dollars,” Bakri said.
“I don’t think so, partner, that’s not even a dollar per military member. I want two hundred million and I want one hundred of it up front.”
“I cannot do that.”
“You will do it if you want me to lay my ass on the line. Once this deal is set in motion it’ll bankrupt the company. I want a new face, new residence outside the US, and I want a new life. I’m fucked when I do this, so you will make it worth my while,” JJ said, taking another drink of his coffee. “Tell your funding source what they want is doable, but it’s expensive. When I put these drugs in the supply line I need to do it so they don’t get recalled right away. I’m guessing you want maximum casualties, so I need to have other people helping me and looking the other way for a while,” JJ said.
“You are positive you can do this?” Bakri asked.
JJ had to control himself because it took everything he had not to reach across the table and kill this terrorist bastard. Vaccines in the military were a requirement. There was no getting out of them. What this scum wanted to do would kill thousands of troops and cripple the capability of the United States military. He took another drink before answering.
“I can make it happen, no problem. And I can do it right now. We supply forty-five percent of the generic antibiotics to the Department of Defense. Fifty percent of that goes to overseas military hospitals. We prepare distribution of vaccines to the military. That particular number is classified, but I’ll tell you, it’s a whole lot. You want your pathogen in the supply? I can get it there,” JJ said.
JJ watched as Bakri’s eyes lit up. “I will be in touch.”
“I’ll have a bank account you can wire transfer the money to. I won’t do anything until I see two things. You demonstrate what this
pathogen does and I’ve got my money,” JJ said.
“That is, as you say, doable.”
“Good, let me know when and where I can see a demonstration.”
“Your assistant, will she be going with you?”
JJ sat back and sighed. He took a slow drink of his coffee. “Mr. Bakri, is there something you want to ask me? I’m a pretty straightforward guy. Just say what’s on your mind.”
“What is the exact nature of your relationship with this woman? The suite you have only has one bed and she is not staying in another room.”
“I don’t like being spied on, Mr. Bakri.” He reached into his pocket and threw the listening device on the table. “My relationship with Irene is no secret to anyone who works with us. You want me to do what you’re asking? Leave my woman alone and quit fucking with me. Otherwise find someone else,” he said, giving Bakri a don’t fuck with me look.
* * * *
Irene was a little over forty-five minutes into a guided tour of the St. Sophia Museum when James caught up to her. It was cold outside and there was a little sleet today. When they ended the tour of St. Sophia an hour later, James called for the limousine while Irene looked around the gift shop. After a few minutes he found her paying for some trinkets.
“The driver’s outside, sugar,” James said as he took the bag.
“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” Irene asked.
“We’re having dinner with some old friends of mine,” James said.
They walked outside toward the pickup area. Irene pulled her mink hood over her head as they walked against the chilly, damp wind. James opened the door for her and she slid inside the warm car. “So what’s the plan?” Irene asked.
“We’re having dinner in tonight, sugar.”
