The Secret Agent, Episode 1
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THE SECRET AGENT
Episode #1: Death in Marseilles
An Erotic Thriller Series for YP Erotica
By [email protected]
My God, she’s gorgeous, Evelyn Colby thought as she looked at the young woman she had met less than an hour earlier.
The nightclub was playing decades-old soft rock and roll classics that were once in English but now in Spanish. The lighting was subdued, and the waitresses were ready to serve if given the slightest hint that their presence and service were wanted. They knew to keep their distance unless otherwise indicated. Every one of them was gorgeous.
“The men kept hitting on me,” the young woman, who had explained that her name was Bianca Ashe-Dalton, said after taking a sip of her champagne cocktail. Evelyn suspected it wasn’t her first cocktail of the evening. She was also hoping it wouldn’t be her last. “I tried to tell them that I wanted to be alone, but they just wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
Evelyn looked at the girl and wondered about her background. She suspected Bianca came from some money. She was at least solidly middle-class. She had the casual indifference to the price of things—like the bottle of champagne she’d ordered for herself, Evelyn, and Evelyn’s husband, Drake Colby, that suggested without words that whatever she wanted she got, without questions regarding the price of those wants. Only someone with unlimited wealth behaved that way.
“I’m so glad I bumped into you,” Bianca said, touching the back of Evelyn’s hand lightly with her fingertips. “You saved me, and I owe you for that.”
“You owe me nothing,” Evelyn replied, though she was already considering ways in which she could extract a ‘payment’ from Bianca that would ultimately end in having an orgasm that would leave her feeling as though she had been turned inside-out and left completely breathless.
What would her beautiful face look like shimmering with my pussy juice all over it?
The thought made Evelyn close her eye for a moment, and shake her head. Such thoughts were too explicit, too sexually graphic, for her to give them much consideration.
Bianca’s fingers curled around Evelyn’s hand, and Evelyn felt her cunt tighten, clenching at the possibilities of pleasure that the teenage blonde American represented. Evelyn found it difficult to keep her gaze centered on Bianca’ beautiful face, and not stray down to the more-than-ample bosom which was hidden by a rather severe brassiere and a blouse that Evelyn wished was unbutton a little more to show something other than just a mere hint of cleavage.
Evelyn moved her thumb very lightly over the back of Bianca’s fingers. It wasn’t truly an intimate caress, but Evelyn’s electrified clitoris tightened because of the slight friction of skin-against-skin. She looked at Bianca’s mouth, the girl’s lips shimmering with lip gloss that made them shine but did not change their color, and wondered what exquisite pleasures would be hers should the two of them kiss.
“Are you at all hungry?” Drake asked.
The sound of her husband’s voice took Evelyn out of her too-brief reverie. She was skilled enough in controlling her emotions to not let her annoyance show in her expression. But the urge to give her husband ‘the look’ was very strong within her.
“Yes, of course,” Evelyn said to Bianca. “I should have asked that earlier. Is there anything…anything at all that you’d like that I can provide for you?” The double entendre could not be missed. At least she hoped it wasn’t.
When Bianca squeezed Evelyn’s hand, Evelyn felt her pussy get just a little wetter, a bit more anticipatory for pleasures of a lesbian variety that Bianca might provide. Evelyn was distinctly aware that she wished her husband weren’t there.
Please, please, please tell me you like licking pussy.
The thought caused Evelyn to once again close her eyes, and give her head a little shake. It was difficult—no, it was impossible—to not fantasize when she had Bianca so close, even though they had only met so recently. Her eyes…her mouth…her tits…there wasn’t anything about her that didn’t make Evelyn’s pussy wet and hungry.
“No,” Bianca said, her voice barely audible above the piped in Spanish music. “Thank you, though. You’ve been wonderful.”
I could be a lot more wonderful if you’d just let me take your panty off.
For the third time in the last several minutes, Evelyn closed her eyes and turned her face to the side to hide her expression. She tried to tell herself that she shouldn’t think such wanton lesbian thoughts—especially not regarding a young woman who was, for all practical purposes, a complete stranger—but good intentions apparently had little impact on her willpower. Or her libido.
When Evelyn managed the self-discipline, she looked at her husband and found him looking at Bianca’s breasts while the girl was paying attention to Evelyn.
He wants to fuck her.
This thought did not particularly disturb Evelyn. She wanted to fuck Bianca, too. She also suspected that all the men, and probably a third to a half of the women in the nightclub, wanted to have sex with Bianca. Who wouldn’t? She was blonde-haired, blue-eyed, gorgeous by any standard of measurement that anyone could apply, and she had the most ample bosom that Evelyn had seen on a woman or girl who wasn’t grotesquely overweight. And there was something about her mouth that elicited thoughts that were nothing less than pornographic.
I’d give a small fortune to kiss her mouth and suck on her nipples.
A shiver went through Evelyn when the thought registered in her brain. She hadn’t intended to think it. The thought just sort of happened all by itself. But once it had slithered its sensual path through her consciousness, she couldn’t deny its existence.
I’ll bet her pussy tastes as fresh as a raindrop. A delicate flavor, like freshly cut muskmelon.
“Oh, my” Evelyn said softly but aloud, then turned her face once again away from Bianca. There wer e parts of her body that were traitorously sexually aroused.
Bianca gave her hand the softest of squeezed, leaned closer, and asked in a whisper, “Did I do something to displease you?”
Evelyn gave her head a little shake, sending her auburn hair swirling around her shoulders, and replied, “No. Of course not.” She smiled at Bianca, and resisted the urge to kiss the girl’s lips. “I don’t think you could disappoint me, even if you tried.”
Evelyn didn’t often speak truthfully, but this time she had.
Bianca looked directly into her eyes, and Evelyn felt her clit begin to throb with more insistence and anticipation than she had thought possible. She hadn’t wanted to have sex with another woman in a long time—and thinking of Bianca Ashe-Dalton as a woman instead of just a teenager was not doing her justice. Bianca seemed frightfully young, but with breasts like hers—even with her angelic and innocent face—age was difficult to approximate.
It was just then that the piped-in music changed from light rock and roll classics recorded in the eighties to significantly louder electronic dance music from the current decade. It made having a quiet, subtly sexual conversation with Bianca impossible, and Evelyn didn’t try to hide her annoyance.
“Maybe we should go up to our room?” Evelyn said, hoping she didn’t sound too overtly seductive. Bianca’s charms made it difficult to be anything less that overt. “It’s quieter there, and we can order some more champagne and relax a bit.”
She rubbed her thumb against the back of Bianca’s hand, and gave her fingers a little squeeze. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, and the lips of her pussy moistening in anticipation of sinful pleasures that would never be forgotten—should she have the chance of exploring the mystery of Bianca’s desires.
“Your room?” Bianca asked, her voice hardly audible above the music.
“It’ll be quiet there,” Evelyn said, hoping she sounded innocent, “and there won’t be all these awful men ogling you from a distance.”
She watched as Bianca looked around the nightclub. When Evelyn did the same, she saw that there were at least a dozen men who were looking at Bianca, and every one of them had lust in his eyes. What they wanted to do to Bianca did not need to be put into words to have their intentions known.
She hated them all.
Bianca’s gaze went to the three-quarters empty bottle of champagne in the bucket of ice on the table, then to Evelyn. She smiled, and it was an expression that was both shockingly innocent and wickedly erotic. Evelyn had never seen anything like that before, and the effect it had on her was profound.
Evelyn could hardly breathe as she waited for Bianca’s reply. Every nerve ending in Evelyn’s body seemed to be tingling. She could feel the honey of her excitement making her panty cling uncomfortably to the lips of her cunt.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Bianca said finally. “You’re sure you don’t mind me intruding? I don’t want to impose or be a burden.”
“Darling girl,” Evelyn said, “you’re a blessing to us. You just don’t realize it…but we do.”
Evelyn looked around quickly as the three of them got out of the horseshoe-shaped booth. The two armed bodyguards, sitting nearby, immediately got out of their chairs. Evelyn didn’t necessarily like the men, though she did have a sense of appreciation for their professionality, and for their dedication. They really were willing to put themselves in the line of fire to ensure the safety of Evelyn and her husband.
Someday, I should probably give them both a blowjob.
The thought caused Evelyn to immediately castigate herself. Now in her late thirties, she could no longer remember all the cocks that she had sucked. But never—not ever!—had she given a blowjob to an underling, to an employee. She had sucked cock for profit and gain, to facilitate a business deal that she and her husband believed would be beneficial to their various numbered bank accounts around the world, or for the pleasure she took in simply giving that blowjob, but she had never sucked the cock of an employee out of gratitude for a job well done.
A woman in her position in the world, a woman with her power and prestige, simply didn’t have to do such menial tasks for unimportant men.
She had, in her employ, many young women to do such things for her. And Evelyn wasn’t at all adverse to commanding those young women to do such things.
Power provides privileges.
I want her pussy before Drake fucks it. I want her when she’s fresh.
“The elevator is over there,” Drake said to Bianca.
Evelyn looked at her husband, and tried hard to not hate him because he, like her, wanted to have sex with Bianca, the young woman they had both just met.
* * * *
Now what? Bianca thought as an uncomfortable silence came over the three occupants of the elevator once the doors had hissed closed.
She suspected that Evelyn wanted to hold her hand, and wondered whether or not she should bridge the gap that separated them, and take the lead by holding Evelyn’s hand. But what about Drake? So far, he hadn’t been overly assertive in the seduction, though she had sensed his desire.
Does he like to watch a girl-girl thing going on with his wife? If he does, then he wouldn’t be the weirdest man on the planet, Bianca decided. Though still a teenager, her experiences in the sexual realm were limited, though not necessarily tame. Her mentors at the Cleopatra Unit, the joint intelligence service combining the talents and resources of both America’s CIA and Britain’s MI6, had made sure that she had the sensual skill sets that she needed if she was to be of significant value to both countries’ security.
On the penthouse floor of the luxury hotel there was a security guard standing near the elevator. When he saw Drake and Evelyn, he gave them a smile of recognition, but nothing more than that. His glance at Bianca was fairly dismissive. She suspected she wasn’t the first young woman to be escorted by Drake and Evelyn to their penthouse suite in the hotel.
Drake opened the door wide, putting on display an enormous penthouse suite.
He’s showing me how much money he has. He’s a prick, and his wife has twice his class.
“It’s beautiful,” Bianca said as she stepped through the threshold and into the penthouse suite that was ostentatious in every possible way. “My God, it’s a palace.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Drake inhaled deeply, his chest puffing out. She knew that she had said exactly what he wanted to hear, and the sense of owning him, of being superior to him, came to life within Bianca.
Bianca moved her left hand just a little ways away from her body, and almost instantly Evelyn took her hand. This time, unlike previously, they laced their fingers together—like familiar lovers would.
“Champagne,” Evelyn said declaratively. “And strawberries with cream.”
Bianca looked into Evelyn’s eyes and said, “That sound delicious and decadent.” She looked away for a moment, and blushed slightly. “Just like you. Delicious and decadent.”
She saw the surprise and pleasure suddenly register in Evelyn’s expression, and she knew that she had said exactly the right thing. Confidence surged through Bianca’s bloodstream, and at last she suspected that her mission was going precisely as had been planned.
“Drake, will you order the champagne and strawberries?” Evelyn asked as she guided Bianca to the sofa, keeping a possessive hold of her hand. “And make sure they’ve got a second bottle on ice. You know how I like my champagne especially cold. Particularly when it’s late at night.”
Bianca noticed that, when they sat on the long, thickly padded sofa, that Evelyn moved so that Bianca was sitting in the middle, with Evelyn to her right. After Drake had ordered champagne and strawberries, he sat on the sofa, close enough to Bianca that his thigh touched hers. She was pinned between them.
When the champagne arrived—very quickly, Bianca noted—Drake made a small production of pouring the glasses, then presenting the bowl of strawberries with the whipped cream in a separate bowl. When he sat down again, his thigh pressed against Bianca’s even more firmly.
“How long do you plan to be in Barcelona?” Drake asked.
Bianca turned her gaze away from Drake and looked Evelyn directly in the eyes. She sat close enough that Bianca could smell the delicate, pleasing aroma of her perfume, though she couldn’t tell who the maker was.
“How long would you like me to stay?” she asked quietly, seductively.
“Drake and I are only going to be here for another day,” Evelyn said, her voice more than a whisper but still distinctly seductive. “But we’re more than happy to see that you have…accommodations…wherever we have to go next.”
Bianca leaned forward and plucked a strawberry from the bowl on the rectangular coffee table in front of the sofa. She dipped the fruit into the bowl of whipped cream, then looked Evelyn directly in the eyes as she slowly, sensually licked some of the whipped cream from the strawberry, then took a bite of it.
The lustful pantomime could not be interpreted any other way then overly sexual. Bianca watched as Evelyn’s pupils dilated.
“I’ve never had strawberries and whipped cream before,” Bianca said. She was now completely ignoring Drake. She understood that he as most assuredly the decision-maker of the power couple, but she as the ruling force when it came to what happened in the bedroom. “I love discovering…new pleasures.”
Evelyn’s mouth opened, and then her lips moved as though she was talking, though no words came out.
Without taking her gaze from Evelyn’s, Bianca took a sip of her champagne, then asked in as casual a voice as she could manage, “Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to kiss you first?”
She saw the color come to Evelyn’s cheeks instantaneously.
“I…I didn’t want to seem…forward,” Evelyn said after long seconds ticked away.
“Then let me,” Bianca said as she leaned toward the woman, “be bold.”
Bianca kissed Evelyn’s mouth softly, her lips hardly brushing the other woman’s lips—but only to begin with. It wasn’t more than just a few seconds before Bianca’s left hand was lightly touching Evelyn’s cheek, and her lips were sealed firmly with Evelyn’s.
This is an assignment.
Bianca tried to keep that singular fact in mind, but this was difficult when Evelyn slipped her tongue into Bianca’s mouth to leisurely and erotically explore, with a delicacy think they have, but only women really have.
“That’s so fucking beautiful,” Drake said, his tone carrying awe and astonishment.
The sound of his voice shattered the eroticism of the moment, and Bianca once again reminded herself that she was on an assignment for the British and American governments, and that she had been given a task to accomplish, and her personal sensual pleasure wasn’t really a part of the equation.
But Evelyn does kiss divinely.
Bianca sucked on Evelyn’s tongue, and tried to tell herself that she wasn’t supposed to feel this good about kissing a woman who was directly responsible for the deaths of dozens—if not hundreds—of innocent civilians in South Africa, and other countries experiencing civil unrest.
While continuing to kiss Evelyn, Bianca blindly reached out with her left hand. She touched Drake’s stomach, and he immediately took her by the wrist and guided her hand down to the erection he had trapped inside his hand-tailored trousers. When she squeezed the solid shaft of his cock, he groaned, and Bianca moaned into Evelyn’s mouth to let her husband know that she was impressed with what he had for her.
But she wasn’t in the least bit impressed…and she was glad that she wasn’t. It made the continuation of her assignment so much easier.
She didn’t want to be impressed with a man she might have to kill.