Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1)

by Charbonneau, Olympia

  “Yes,” she said staring into his eyes. Those eyes… those truthful eyes. There was no sugar coating there. Finally an honest man. An honest man that knew how to fuck her. “Yes, of course.”

  “Good, very good. Now, I’m going to sleep through this flight. I’m exhausted. And, as a little treat for you, Gabriel, who has been waiting so patiently for your time, is going to give you a massage, okay? After your hard weekend, just for you. If you want more, let that be up to you today. I’ll tell Matt to stay up front.”

  “Good, do that.”

  “Gabriel is in the back.” Henri settled his bags, pulled out a down pillow, and quickly settled into sleep.

  Eve went through the makeshift door in a partition that had been set-up for privacy in the back of the plane.

  “Eve, sweet Eve,” Gabriel flicked his warm brown eyes down to her and gave her a big, comforting hug. “You’ve done a lot on this trip, huh? Here’s a robe, would you like a massage?”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Go ahead and change. We’ll take off, and then we’ll set things up all the way, okay?”

  Eve grabbed the spa robe with a smile. Her mind tried to interrupt her brief happiness with doubts. Eve felt that maybe she had given in too easily. A French accent, some handsome men, and a massage… she was an easy target. She came back out in the robe feeling pensive.

  “Eve, I can see something is on your mind. Have a seat. What’s going on?”

  “So, I haven’t seen any of this money that’s always being promised.”

  “One million dollars in a Swiss bank account… your Swiss bank account, tomorrow. That was part of the papers that you signed. That’s your first check, so to speak.”

  “That’s what Malcolm said, my first check. Check for what exactly?”

  “Well, we don’t exactly get paychecks. We’re paid by the job and a monthly allotment. No taxes anymore Eve.” Eve broke out in an enormous smile. “Of course, this job can get dangerous, so consider that your new problem, not Uncle Sam. Besides they don’t want any agency messing with us. You’ll be left alone. The deposit, let’s call it that instead, is for joining up. A… signing bonus. Right?”

  Gabriel nodded to her and raised his eyebrows for confirmation, but she suspected he was just trying to make her feel comfortable. His English was flawless. He didn’t need her help.

  A cool million dollars tax free. She was happy, then frightened. No one gives you a million dollars and the IRS looks the other way without you being involved in some serious shit. The plane took off and as they climbed, Gabriel gave her hand a pat, and let her sink into her thoughts. Training had been mentioned briefly… should she be scared, intrigued, or both? Where would she live? Would she ever see her parents again? What about her driver’s license? Did she have an actual grave? They said she was now legally dead after all.

  “Okay, massage for one,” Gabriel patted the table. He had stripped down to his white t-shirt. It was nice to be surrounded by well-cared for men, strong men. She gave him a quick once-over and climbed onto the table. He slid a towel up under her robe, and she released the robe to him. He turned on some background music. Was it The Goldberg Variations? She thought it was. Before she knew it warm oil was being spread by strong, bronzed hands over her back.

  “You know I actually did this for a living to get through college, so I hope it is good. Tell me any areas you’re having a problem with.”

  “Neck, shoulders.”

  “Classic. Most people carry stress there.” He worked out a knot, and Eve sighed with relief. More oil, more rubbing this time from the legs, up, up, and he stopped.

  “How far would you like me to go?”

  “As far as you want to go.”

  “You’re already wet,” he whispered as he slid his fingers inside of her. She let him massage her inside and out. He stopped briefly as his jeans hit the floor. He turned her over and took off his t-shirt. He was perfectly muscled, a gym dream. Eve never thought she would have a man like this kneading her body, all she had to say was yes, and she didn’t even care about that anymore.

  “More,” Eve encouraged as she pulled herself down the table, wrapping her legs around his waist. He slid his oiled hands over her breasts, up her neck and down to her hips. He gently pumped into her, and she let herself be rocked up and down on the table. His head reclined, and he let out a moan. He fucked her hard, pumping his cock all the way in. Eve got louder and louder, she forgot about anyone else on the plane. “Yeah, oh yeah, fuck me!”

  Gabriel bent over, cradled her head, and fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he pulled out and exploded over her stomach. “Oh my God,” he stood up slowly, “I’ve been waiting days for that.”

  Clean-up ensued and Eve lulled her head around her neck feeling loose and alive. The plane was dead quiet. She gave a panicked glance around and then looked over to Gabriel. “Don’t worry, this plane has seen and heard worse,” he laughed. “There’s a shower in the back. You can go first.” Eve pulled her robe on and he cupped her breast as she walked by, “You must not keep yourself for only Henri’s games. I can play games too.” He bent down to give her a kiss, and she made her way to the showers for hot water and total relaxation. For once in Eve’s life, it was very, very good to be a woman.

  Chapter 8

  Malcolm made his entrance in silk suspenders, slicked hair, and what looked like a Saville Row suit with shoes that dazzled like the sun during Eve’s Florida trip. Cornflower blue eyes and hair that was the most perfect shade of brown... all others being inferior, mousy in comparison. She didn’t know whether to fuck him or slap him.

  “Good flight?” He poured her a cup of coffee. Eve had found her hotel, the Four Seasons on the infamous or famous Pennsylvania Avenue, inviting after a turbulent plane trip.

  “Gabriel made it so, and Henri as well. I like him.”

  “Very good. He’s to be your handler. What? You look puzzled.”

  “Why am I in a hotel?”

  “It’s just for a couple nights, and you’re not to leave it. There are two bodyguards outside the door. You’ll be going to training soon. We always like to give a little luxury before the hardship of training. It’ll be for four months. More if you need it, or a refresher later on, perhaps. Generally, we start you out and see what your natural skills are, what we can tweak, what you’re comfortably with using. We analyze your interaction style with people, especially men, and your physical presence. We also spend a lot of time on physical safety and teaching you how to get information.

  “So, do I break into people’s offices or something, or seduce them?”

  “These men don’t need seduction, they’re the seducers. They merely need availability and time. Say they have a wife. Well, she suddenly wins a free, luxurious spa vacation with her friends out of town courtesy of us. And, guess who is the new girl at wherever you need to be? You are. We always match attraction types, so you won’t have to worry about that. You will be his type, and you will be available whether he’s single and always on the make, or he’s married and needs the wife away to get close to you. Some don’t even need that. Sex is your primary weapon, and I’ve heard you’re not half bad at it,” he let out a self-satisfied little laugh. She gave him back a sneer. “Oh us boys, you know we do talk. Anyway, we’ll teach you about various technologies to get the information we need. You’ll be completely comfortable going into every job. I promise you that.”

  “I can see that I’m going to be busy.”

  “You’ll also be alternating between hair colors. We’ll keep you brunette for now, but for some jobs, we’ll put you back to that disarming strawberry blonde you naturally bear.”

  “No choice on that?”

  “It all depends on the job and the target, always a man unless you swing the other way sometimes?”

  “No thanks.”

  “Okay, not a problem. Don’t worry. These men are in their prime and often not in the public light. They all have a weakness for women, a
nd women have a weakness for them. That’s why they’ve been chosen. Synthesis is best in spy work. And, that’s why we are selected, and of course the type of job it is… a black ops job not something for the usual channels.”

  “How many of us are there?”

  “Enough, but it is a dangerous job. Only the best make it. I’m going to level with you, Eve. You may not survive this,” Eve’s eyes widened. A controlled rage began seething behind her eyes.

  “You contracted me to a job for life that I can’t escape from with certain death for an outcome? You fucking son of a bitch!”

  “Oh now, Eve, that was the risk. You’re not a baby anymore. You’re a woman. You made this choice. You wanted those things. Do you think the world is made up of, how would you say it, ‘awesome’ sex clubs with lots of hot men and women fucking and reveling in money? Not everybody dies anyway, just some people. Come on, you’re not stupid… are you?”

  “Of course not… asshole.”

  “Good, listen Eve, let’s get back to business then. No more tantrums.” He slapped her on the shoulder and poured himself a scotch, neat. “Now, about training. Your routine will make you an animal, a sexual animal. And that is the type of shape we need you in. You’re great now, but you need six days a week training, exceptions for extreme illness and in-training operation days. Don’t worry, it will help you deal with the stress and you get to be alone, which is nice.”

  “So that’s it. Yadda, yadda, you might die, yadda, yadda. Unbelievable!” Eve paced around the Royal Suite. Four thousand square feet of tastefully appointed space right by the seat of a global power. Unfortunately, she had been that stupid. There was no turning back now. She had gotten caught up in the sex, the adventure, Matt had been so, so beguiling, and now… now there was only one way out and that was through. She had to survive this. She stalked off to the bedroom and seated herself on the bench in front of the bed. She found herself daydreaming unexpectedly, Malcolm waking up next to her, her body sore from his demands.

  “Have I lost you?” he entered the bedroom, as if it was now the most important room in the hotel. He had a habit of that… of entrance.

  “I have a lot of adjustments to make.”

  “Only natural, Eve. Do you like Eve or Evelyn?”

  “Eve is fine,” she answered, distracted by him seating himself on the bench right by the bed. She suddenly felt hot. She felt herself blushing.

  “I like Evelyn, what a rare name nowadays… it’s refined. You’re an amazing asset, Evelyn. I can’t tell you the last time we had a girl with an active mind. You’re scared now. Scared is good because if you weren’t you’d be crazy, or reckless. We hate reckless. Reckless gets you killed.” Malcolm slid his hand over her knee and up to her pulsing, wet slit. Over her jeans, he simply grabbed her cunt and held her. She turned her head to look at him, and he was staring at her intently. “This is going to rule the world Eve. You’re going to be my star. Now take off your clothes.”

  “I…”

  “Don’t talk to me. Do it.” Eve slowly removed her clothes more out of hesitation than a slow seduction. “Now undress me.” Eve obeyed and removed his clothes, a little more quickly. She tried not to fumble. “Get on your knees Evelyn.” She did so and he tipped up her chin. “Suck my cock until I come.” Eve again obeyed silently. He tipped her chin upwards again, so that they were looking directly into each other’s eyes. He let out a self-satisfied muffled murmur of pleasure, and dipped her head back down to finish him off. “Harder and faster Evelyn, harder and faster.” His thighs tensed, and he pulled out and came on the bench by her head. He seized her head with both hands, “Very good. We’ll have some company tonight.” He grabbed the duvet off the bed, gave himself a quick wipe-down, and off to the showers without another word.

  Eve looked around and sank back onto her thighs. She gathered her clothes closer and had the impulse to fold his clothes for him. She finished folding and laid them carefully on the bed. Eve grabbed a room service menu. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. She dialed and began to order when he piped up from the shower.

  “Order me a steak please. And some more Scotch. Oh, and a salad.” He continued to run the shower humming a tune she couldn’t place. Eve completed the order and redressed. She looked outside and wondered if the Cherry Blossoms would be as beautiful as they were last year. They’d look so different now that she was different. Their meaning and being had changed.

  “I have to make some calls. I’ll be back in a few.” She was surprised he said anything at all to her. Perhaps it was to mollify her. Their room service arrived after about fifteen minutes. They both ate with relish. He patted Eve on the thigh, “Henri and Gabriel will be joining us this evening. Have you been with two men at once Evelyn?” He asked this as casually as he probably ordered his shirts starched at the dry cleaners.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Ah, we have such sites to show you.” He gave his winning smile and a wink. He quickly flipped his tie into a Half-Windsor. “Don’t worry. We’ll have refreshments of various types, if you wish. You’ll be nice and relaxed.”

  “What am I supposed to say to that?”

  “Life is good, I think?” Malcolm didn’t look up as he finished off his steak, threw his napkin on the table and put on his shoes. “Back this evening. An outfit will be sent over at seven, be ready by eight.” He took a swig of scotch and left Eve wondering how she was going to handle two of these animals at once.

  * * * *

  Eve sunk into the ultra-modern, porcelain tub after Malcolm left. She let the water close over her eyes, her face, her body, and she held her breath until she couldn’t anymore. She burst out of the water. Everything was still there. Still the same. The room was encased in marble with a chandelier hovering above her bath. She wondered if she was being taken for a ride, used somehow. Or, maybe they’d already told her how. There was a knock at the door. The bodyguard announced himself with her outfit and closed the door again. She drained the bath and wrapped herself in a towel. Eve tip-toed out to the entry and stared at it again at a loss for words. It was a simple yet beautiful white Grecian dress. It draped devastatingly downward, no bra for this dress. It was held by gold clasps at both shoulders and it was tightened around the waist by a gold, silk Greek key belt. She took it back to the bedroom and laid it on the couch. Was this her life now? She longed to talk to someone, a normal conversation, but what good was conversation when you had three gorgeous men coming over to make you their sexual plaything for the night? Suddenly, conversation about mundane things seemed ridiculous in comparison to her circumstances. She continued getting ready, and a hairdresser and make-up artist arrived at 7:30 to her relief. At 8 p.m. sharp, there was a knock. She went to get the door, but the group simply came in, boisterous and full of cheer.

  “Eve,” Gabriel waved, “Look at you, a Greek goddess come down to be with us tonight!”

  “Gabriel,” Henri subtly moved in front of Gabriel blocking him. He immediately closed in on Eve, “You’re so right. How have you been? How was your day?”

  Eve looked over at Malcolm, “Interesting.”

  “Well, it’s about to get more so Evelyn.” Malcolm picked up the phone and made a call. Henri escorted her out to the balcony where they made small talk about D.C. The door to the suite opened and a guy with waist-length dreads carried in two wooden crates. He opened them and simply left. No tip, no words, just gone.

  “Champagne, wine, liquor, ecstasy, marijuana. What do you want, Eve?” Gabriel said.

  “Just champagne is all I need.” Eve sincerely hoped noone took ecstasy if she wasn’t. It would be an all-night affair if they did. Gabriel rolled a joint and sipped champagne while everyone else stuck to the bubbly. They gathered in the TV room and munched on some snacks while everyone got loose.

  “Ready Eve?” Malcolm interjected into the conversation. Eve gulped for air and tried to appear above it all.

  “Always ready, Malcolm,” she offered as she made her wa
y into the bedroom. She steadied herself by trying to control her breathing. Head high, shoulders square, deep, slow breaths. Malcolm lit a cigar and deposited himself on the couch; clearly, it wasn’t only two men involved in this. Henri gallantly picked her up and laid her out on the bed. He started of course, just kisses. Then Gabriel sat down; he demanded his kisses as well. Henri trailed down to her breasts and removed the clasps from her shoulders. Gabriel undid his belt quickly. Clothes began popping off and dropping off onto the floor. Eve stole a glance at Malcolm, who was reclining, smiling like a Cheshire cat on the couch, a very contented cat.

  Henri was the first to grind into her. His cock already rock hard. He stole her briefly from Gabriel and tried to secret her away to the other edge of the bed. Gabriel laughed, “Uh-huh!” He spread Eve’s legs apart as Henri was pushing his cock past Eve’s lips. Gabriel sunk his tongue deep into the wet slit between Eve’s legs. She moaned as she sucked Henri’s cock. Gabriel was a master at giving head. He quickly had her thighs quivering and all doubts removed from her mind. He seized her knees and held them open. There was no escape from his pleasure.

  She worried that she would climax, and it would all be over. She came anyway, her head fell back from Henri’s cock and she screamed with pleasure. Henri immediately turned her over, “Hands and knees,” he demanded, she tried to comply but her whole body was shaking. Henri took her long hair in both of his hands, twirled it and used it to pull Eve back onto his cock. She shook her head with total abandon like a colt on a spring morning. She let herself go completely. Henri kept her hair for reigns and worked her nearly sore as Gabriel let himself into her mouth. Her lips massaged his curved cock like the best dessert she had ever tasted. Henri slapped her ass and ordered her to come for him, “Now, Eve, do it now!” She felt an orgasm rip her body and soul apart. She tore the room apart with her cries. Gabriel entered her cunt roughly when Henri fell away and back on the bed exhausted after coming. Henri recovered quickly and dutifully grabbed her hips. Gabriel leaned back and let Henri rock Eve back and forth on his cock as he fucked her hard. “That’s my little slut. That’s the third man you’ve had today. I’ll show you how it feels to be such a little whore.” Gabriel shoved Henri’s hands away and spanked Eve roughly several times. Gabriel gave in to Eve’s body and came inside of her. He gasped with relief. Henri gave a bit of applause. Eve fell face first onto the bed and then rolled over. Her legs were slicked with sweat and cum.