The first wave arrived so quickly and was so strong that it took me by surprise. I gasped as I felt myself tumbling over the edge and turned my face away. He immediately grabbed my face, turning it back toward him as he ground himself against me and my entire body seemed to explode at once. I was helpless to do anything other than stare into Lazarenko’s eyes as he literally fucked me senseless, my mind shutting down as the huge orgasm swept over me.
Lazarenko never took his eyes off mine until he eventually eased to a stop, remaining inside of me. Somehow during all that, he’d been able to hold off his own orgasm. Again he made the gesture pointing at his eyes, then smiled the dirtiest smile I’d ever seen. Lazarenko knew that he’d just screwed the hell out of me and that forcing me to stare into his eyes had elevated my orgasm to an almost unbearable intensity. He finally broke the stare-down, but only because he lowered his mouth to mine for another of those amazingly sensual kisses. In the elevator I had been too scared to enjoy it, but this time I let myself go and kissed him back hard, showing my appreciation for what he’d just done to my body.
When Lazarenko slowly slid out of me, part of me demanded more, not yet ready to leave this man’s bed. “Wait for me here,” he said softly but firmly, “I will be back in one moment.”
I watched as he climbed off the bed and he walked to the bathroom. I stared at his muscular ass until the door shutting reminded me that I was on a mission and still had to plant that second bug. Bounding off the bed, I ran with still-wobbly legs to the dresser with the TV and grabbed Lazarenko’s shirt from where I’d tossed it. I was in the process of peeling the sticker off his collar when I heard the bathroom door open behind me and froze.
“What are you doing, beautiful?”
His voice was hypnotically sexy, but my heart was pounding for different reasons as Lazarenko swiftly closed the gap between us. I turned toward him and, so as not to look in his eyes and give away my fear, stared at his condom-covered erection. I smiled lasciviously while I subtly removed the sticker from his collar and palmed it just in time, as he took the shirt out of my hands and tossed it aside.
“I would love to see you wearing only my shirt,” he said, “but at the moment I have other plans for you.” In his hand was a bottle or vial of some kind. Holding my hips, he spun me around, facing away from him, then began caressing my butt. A few seconds later, he stood directly behind me and as his hand roughly grabbed my breast, I felt his erection against my ass. Lazarenko’s forearm pressed against the top of my back, pushing me forward bent at the waist. Only when I felt the unmistakable sensation of liquid lube being dripped on me did I understand what was going on. The weird part was that I was incredibly turned on by the idea.
Focus, Anna, I told myself. I still needed to plant the damned bug which I had palmed. I felt him gently nudge my opening and I looked straight ahead at the TV a few feet in front of me.
“Wait,” I said, taking a step toward to the dresser, then placing my hands on its edge as if I were bracing myself. I bent at the waist again, not even having to fake my lust as I offered myself to him. He grabbed my hips with both hands, repositioned himself, and slowly pushed his way into me. The initial pain was nothing compared to the abject fear that Lazarenko would see that sticker in my hand. I pushed back against him, allowing him to penetrate me. Once he’d built to a steady rhythm, I moaned loudly and repositioned my right hand, grabbing the top corner of the TV. As I did, I affixed the sticker to the back. It wasn’t the perfect location for it, but it would have to do.
The second bug now planted, my mission was nearly complete. I just had to let Lazarenko finish his business, then hopefully I could get dressed and leave without making him suspicious. The problem was that with the bug finally planted, I relaxed and felt how exquisitely I was being taken by this man. My god, he was like a magician. When he started to moan, I allowed myself to really get into the sex again, holding onto his hands on my hips and writhing backwards against him. I no longer felt any pain whatsoever; it was just so goddamn sensual. Lazarenko owned my body, taking control of me in a way that made my nerves practically melt.
He moaned loudly and I coaxed him on, saying, “Yes! Give it to me!” in my French accent. My mind reeled at the surrealism of having anal sex with an international criminal who thought I was someone else entirely. Suddenly, Lazarenko grunted as he came, then finally slowed to a stop.
“Don’t move,” he said. We remained in place for a moment, with him still inside me. I felt him lean forward and kiss my neck, then my earlobe. “You have a delicious body,” he whispered before sliding out of me and heading to the restroom.
When he returned, I placed my arms behind his neck and pulled my naked body against his. While I knew I had to get out of that room as quickly as possible, I wanted to take a moment to remember some of the hottest sex I’d ever had. Why couldn’t I meet a guy like this in my real life, and he not be a criminal?
“It’s late, Sasha,” I finally said. “I should be going.”
“Yes, of course,” he replied, making no effort to stop me. “I understand.”
Lazarenko sat naked on the bed and watched with a contented smile as I hurriedly dressed. I didn’t see my bra or my panties and decided just to leave them there, slipping into my dress and heels. Still naked, he walked me to the door and I couldn’t help but marvel at his ripped body. This man must spend a lot of time in the gym, especially considering his occupation. He opened the door and I stepped out into the hall, almost free.
“Wait a moment,” he said as he ducked back into the bedroom then re-emerged holding his pants. “I will walk you to the lift.”
Rather than put the pants on, however, he fished around in the pocket for his room key, then dropped the pants on the floor as he met me at the door. Taking my hand in his, he walked me to the elevator totally naked. Apparently, this man’s confidence knew no bounds.
After pressing the button, he smiled and said, “I look forward to seeing you again, Dominique.” I returned his smile and leaned in to give him a final passionate kiss. When the bell dinged and the door opened, I ran my hands across his taut chest muscles, then stepped into the car. As the door shut, I looked into his eyes again, then down his body one last time. The car began to move and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, then broke into a grin.
When the doors opened, I stepped into the lobby and walked out of the hotel into a cool, misty September London night. After hailing a nearby cab, I slid into the back seat, pulled out my cell phone and dialed Vitek’s number.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Everything went well,” I said, aware of the nearby driver. “I was able to leave the two packages with the guest.”
“Yes, I know,” Vitek said. “We’ve already activated them.”
I paused, wondering how much of my interaction with Lazarenko might have been eavesdropped on. “I just heard from Musgrave. He saw you walk through the lobby. He’s leaving the Hotel 41 area now and will return to your hotel. If you feel you need someone to talk to, he’ll be available.”
“No, I’m fine,” I said. I was more than fine, actually. I’d just completed my first mission and had indulged in some utterly glorious sex as a bonus. I would go to sleep satisfied for the first time in months.
Arriving at the hotel, I slid out of the back seat and remembered I wasn’t wearing panties. That lovely bra was gone forever, too. I paid the cabbie, then walked into the hotel grinning, knowing that I’d left a souvenir for Sasha Lazarenko to remember our night together.
Nine
Musgrave and I flew back to DC midday Sunday, less than twelve hours after I left Lazarenko’s room. The Agency didn’t mess around, getting their agents out of the area as quickly as possible when an operation had been completed. Musgrave never asked me if I’d had sex with Lazarenko, sticking to questions about the placement of the bugs and whether I had felt in danger at any point. I’d been so buzzing with energy when I got back to my hotel that I’d been unable to sleep, a
nd I ended up sleeping most of the flight home. I received a text from Sills telling me to report back to work on my regular schedule the next morning for debriefing and that I could have a couple of days off afterward.
Having slept on the plane, I ended up staying awake into the wee hours of the morning, reliving the calm manner in which I’d seduced Sasha Lazarenko and planted the two bugs in his room. I also couldn’t help but remember the intense sex we’d had and once again bemoaned the fact that such a hot man and talented lover was an international criminal.
Bright and early Monday morning I strolled into CIA headquarters in Langley, still patting myself on the back for having successfully completed my mission. I was wondering how much of the sex with Lazarenko I would have to own up to, or whether those details might not be pertinent during the debriefing process. I knew Dr. Morello would ask me about it later because it was her job to be sure I was approaching my job properly from a psychological standpoint.
I knocked on Sills’ office door and his secretary greeted me perfunctorily. “Agent Mercer, they’re waiting for you in the conference room.” I walked down the hall wondering who “they” were and wondering whether I would be cheered for completing my first mission or perhaps graded poorly for having failed at snaring Lazarenko on that first night. I took a deep breath, then pushed on the door and stepped into the room.
The first face I saw was Sills’s, as he stood with a smile on his face. Musgrave and Dr. Morello were both there, along with a man who remained seated, looking down at the open folder in his hands. I immediately identified him as someone familiar, but when he raised his head and smiled at me I felt as if my brain might explode.
It was Sasha Lazarenko.
I looked at Sills, then stepped backwards toward the door, a look of frightened confusion on my face.
“It’s okay, Anna, he’s one of us,” Sills said, moving toward me and tenderly draping an arm around my shoulders. He gestured in the direction of Lazarenko and said, “This is Agent Ryan Demarco.”
My mind reeled. “I don’t understand,” I stammered, looking away from Lazarenko.
Sills tried to calm me. “Before we continued investing time and money on your training, we needed to send you out on a blind simulation. We had to know that you would be able to follow through on an actual operation, to make sure you wouldn’t jeopardize a mission or endanger yourself.”
Dr. Morello gave me a sympathetic look and said, “Anna, the Agency needed to see that you were capable of doing this kind of work. Not everyone is.”
I looked briefly at the agent who had played the part of Lazarenko, then turned away when I saw a trace of that smugness, that cockiness, etched on his face. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and anger. The same arrogance that had looked so sexy on Lazarenko looked creepy on this Demarco guy.
Sills spoke again, saying, “Agents Musgrave, Vitek and Hannah all reported that you handled yourself professionally. Agent Demarco gave you a glowing report.”
A glowing report? What the fuck? Had he told them everything that occurred between us? I felt light-headed and I wanted to flee from the conference room, but instead took a seat so I wouldn’t pass out.
Dr. Morello said, “Could you gentlemen please step outside and give Agent Mercer and I a moment alone?” The men dutifully filed out of the room and Dr. Morello took the seat next to me. “Anna, whatever transpired in that hotel room is between you and Demarco. We know there was sex involved, because his orders were to make certain you were capable of using your body if needed during an operation. The details were not discussed. The only other thing Demarco reported to us was that you managed to plant the bugs without him seeing you do so, and that you were the ultimate professional in the manner in which you handled yourself. He recommended that we continue your training and thinks you’ll make an excellent agent.”
I looked at Morello, my mind still spinning and lurching. “He was ordered to engage me physically? To have sex with me?”
The doctor nodded. “It was the only way the Agency could determine whether you’re strong enough mentally for this job, Anna. Some agent trainees have lost their nerve and bailed out at the moment of truth.”
I thought for a moment, then asked, “Before we continue the debriefing, can I have a moment alone with Agent Demarco?”
Dr. Morello looked surprised, but said, “Certainly.” She left the room and a moment later Demarco stepped in.
Without sitting, he said, “I would have preferred meeting you under different circumstances. The deception was part of the job.” There was no trace of a foreign accent whatsoever.
“Was coming in my mouth in the elevator part of the job, too, Agent Demarco?” I demanded.
He began to chuckle, then caught himself and said somberly, “Actually, it was. My task was to make sure you were willing to do whatever it took to gain Lazarenko’s trust and get into his suite. I don’t know what you may face in future operations, but I chose to push you hard to make sure you were ready for this kind of work.” Then that smugness returned and he said, “To be honest, I hadn’t planned on coming but couldn’t help myself. You’re very talented in that way.” After a pause, he added, “And my friends call me Ryan.”
I was livid. “And the anal? Was that part of the job, too, Demarco?”
“No,” he said, amused. “That was just for me.” I glared at him as he smirked and said, “What can I say, Agent Mercer? You have a spectacular ass. Besides, I saw the bug in your hand and knew you needed more time to plant it. I didn’t mention that part in my report, though.”
“You’re a fucking jerk,” I blurted, my face red. I had been certain Lazarenko didn’t see that sticker.
“And you’re upset because the sex was so hot,” Demarco countered. “But don’t worry, nobody knows how hard you came except me.”
What a cocky asshole. But Demarco had me; he knew I wouldn’t complain about what had occurred, because he was in fact doing his job. He may have taken it too far, but he was certain a green agent like myself wouldn’t dare rock the boat with claims of workplace sexual harassment, especially considering the unique situation surrounding what had happened. He’d been given a mission to have sex with me and was following orders. Plus, I still wanted this job — I just didn’t want to ever see Demarco again after today.
I refused to talk to him anymore and sent him to get the others. When everyone was in the room, the debriefing continued. I felt as if I had a fever as they questioned me about the events of the weekend, discreetly leaving out any mention of the sex itself. An hour later, Sills congratulated me on behalf of the Agency for a job well done and said, “Go home and get a couple of days rest. When you come back, your training will continue.”
* * *
I returned to my office to calm down before driving home, and just a few minutes later there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said loudly. The door swung open and I saw Ryan Demarco standing there holding a gift-wrapped box.
“A peace offering,” he said, holding out the box. “We got off on the wrong foot. I’m not really a bad guy. And who knows, we may have to work together again.” His words were immediately rendered insincere by the return of that arrogant smirk.
I didn’t get up or say a word and instead merely stared at him.
“Well, I’ll just leave it here,” he said, setting the box on my desk. “It was truly a pleasure meeting you this weekend, Agent Mercer.”
He shut the door behind him and I sat staring at the box before I finally decided to open it, mostly out of curiosity. What would a man like that think was an appropriate apology gift? I removed the bow and tore off the wrapping paper. Maybe he wasn’t a total asshole after all.
Lifting the top of the box, I saw a layer of tissue paper. When I peeled it back, I felt myself flush again. In the box were the burgundy bra and panties I’d left in his — in Lazarenko’s — suite. There was also a note, written on Hotel 41 stationery.
“You left these be
hind, but they looked so amazing on you that I couldn’t bear the thought of some British hotel housekeeper stealing them. Thanks for a fun evening. — RD”
Asshole. Definitely an asshole.
Ten
“Is there something about Agent Demarco you’re not telling me?”
I looked across the desk at Dr. Morello and tried to decide how much I should confide in her.
“He’s a jerk, that’s all,” I said, playing it safe for now.
“Ryan was told to play the part of Lazarenko,” she said, “and he was ordered to engage you sexually, Anna. He had no choice in the matter. The Agency had to know you were willing to give up your body if that’s what it took to complete your assignment.”
Knowing the doctor was doing her best to read me, I kept a poker face.
Morello knew something was up, she just couldn’t tell exactly what. “If he did anything to you outside of the scope of the operation, let me know and I will see that he is investigated for it.”
I knew Demarco could get in serious trouble for taking things further than necessary, though I suspected he’d be protected by the good ol’ boys network that makes up the upper echelon of the CIA. I also knew I had thoroughly enjoyed the sex with him — all of it — and it wasn’t until I found out he was a fellow agent that I became infuriated.
“Nothing improper happened,” I said.
“Okay, so let’s talk about what did happen,” Dr. Morello said. “Did you feel it was at all possible to complete your mission without engaging Lazarenko sexually?”
Funny, but her referring to Demarco as “Lazarenko” actually helped me discuss what had occurred.
“No,” I replied. “I determined very early on that planting the bugs without having sex with him would be impossible. He pushed me in that direction from the beginning.”
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