RED HEAT - PT 7 Zhanna, silently pushed open the door to Darius' office. The door creaked slightly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear it. She skillfully picked the lock on the desk drawer and began to search for any information she could find. She froze as she saw the manila folder, stained with blood. A rush of adrenaline filled her veins. Darius knew, but why hadn't he confronted her with it? Unless, Oh shit, he must think Sophie has betrayed him that's the only reason he would have hesitated. She had to get to Sophie before he did. She didn't want anymore blood on her hands. Darius' voice startled her from down the hallway. She locked and closed the door and planted the listening device on his office phone. Now to get out of here… "Zhanna, what are you doing in here?" "I was looking for you. Sophie sent me to give you an update on the warheads." She did her best to look calm, hoping he couldn't see through her. Darius gave her an odd look. "Is there a problem? She just gave me an update twenty minutes ago." "Just that our people are having some difficulty getting them reactivated." "I know this. We may have to resort to other methods. Are you OK? You seem nervous." Darius walked around behind his desk. Zhanna tried to look normal, hoping he was buying all this. "I'm fine, just a little tired." "Fine then, tell Sophie to keep up the work and let me know if there are anymore problems." He waved his arms for her to leave. Zhanna, almost ran out of the office. Darius ran his hands across the desk drawer. That seemed odd, but he didn't quite understand why. His thoughts turned back to Sophie. He was conflicted. She was his adopted daughter, but she had betrayed him. He would have to deal with her. He was about to pick up the phone when it rang. "Yes." "I have new information for you." The male voice answered from the other end of the line. Darius pushed the red button on his phone. "I am secure." "I have reason to believe there are more agents heading your way." "Details?" "I don't have any. I am out of the loop on this one. I just know two agents left from New York yesterday. Destination Paris." "Do you have any names?" "No, like I said, I'm out of the loop on this one. The director suspects someone on the inside is involved. Whatever he is up to I won't know this time." "Find out. I don't pay you for `I don't know.' Get back to me when you know something." Darius slammed the phone down. How could she do this to me? She will have to be dealt with, daughter or not. But I still need her to complete this mission. Zhanna listened from her room. The implanted transmitter sent the information directly to her auditory nerve, via burst transmissions. No one could discover it unless they happened to be in the direct line of sight. She had to find a way to warn who ever the CIA had sent. But first, it was time to tell Sophie the truth. She just hoped Sophie would do the right thing. 5:00 P.M. Amsterdam, NL Thalys, the high-speed train, thundered down the rail at over one hundred miles per hour. The trip to Amsterdam took only four hours. Checking into the hotel took almost as long. Cynthia sat alone in her room and pulled out the immunity agreement. How had the FBI known she would be there? It was obvious Peter didn't know, Jill would have known instantly. She opened her laptop and began to pour over the intelligence. It had to be a setup. Agreement or not, there was no way they would let her go when this was all over. The FBI's appearance was a definite sign of that. She had almost begun to believe she could trust the government when they had pulled their stunt. Fine, if that's the way they want it. They were on their own now and she would use anything she could to get what she wanted, that made the guys expendable. The girls had been asked to put their partners out of commission for a few hours and to meet her in the hotel restaurant. It was early evening and Jenna was sitting on the balcony admiring the scenery. Rob was sitting on the bed in their room. He was glaring at Jenna. He hadn't said a word since they'd boarded the plane in New York. "Ok, what's your problem?" Jenna said, finally breaking the silence. "Are you not going to speak to me for the entire trip or what?" "I'll speak when it's necessary to the mission. I don't like you. I don't trust you." "You think I'm a heartless bitch don't you?" Rob nodded. "I get that a lot." Jenna turned towards him and let her legs open just a little as she sat on the couch. She was wearing her black latex pants with the silver zipper, an extremely tight white T-shirt, and the black studded neck collar, which she usually wore. Rob pretended not to notice her, although she had caught him sneaking glances at her earlier on the train when he thought she was sleeping. "Look, it's not personal. It's the job. I just figured since we're on the same side now, you could give me a chance?" She smiled innocently. It was working, she saw Rob start to relax a little bit. She took the opportunity to move next to him on the bed. Rob leaned away from her, but at least he didn't get up. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, with the way we met. But we're going to have to spend a lot of time together on this trip and I need to at least be able to talk to you. I mean were supposed to be newly- weds, right?" Jenna leaned closer to him, not leaving him anywhere to move. Her hot breath on his face mixed with her perfume was making him more and more tense. "And besides. It isn't that bad is it? To talk to me?" They were practically touching, but Rob held his space. The unresolved tension was starting to mount. "No I guess not." He answered more softly, staring into her eyes. "Well do you think you could…" He leaned forward, kissing her on the lips, taking them both completely by surprise. He hadn't intended to do that, but he couldn't help himself. Jenna's eyes widened, just as surprised by the move. She didn't know quite what to do, she wasn't used to the guy making the first move. She decided to go with it. Although she fought the notion that she could be attracted to him, she found herself excited by his kiss. She grabbed the back of his head, letting her thoughts go for a minute. She gradually applied pressure until she had leaned him back onto the bed straddling. She sat up and peeled off her T-shirt. Rob was working to pull her pants down but they were too tight. She guided his hand to the silver zipper and leaned forward so he could unzip them. She parted her latex pants and sat down on him. She rode him for what seemed like an eternity. Rob could feel his climax building but became very frustrated when she pulled off him. Jenna rolled onto her back spreading her legs for him. She wasn't the type who liked to be on the bottom. She didn't like losing control, but what the hell, this was new for her. Under ordinary circumstances she would never have let him get this far. Rob positioned himself between her legs and began to thrust into her. She started to moan louder with each thrust. Jenna wasn't faking anything at this point. She felt herself start to cum and let out a very loud scream. Her body shuddered as she came. Rob responded with a grunt as he closed in on his climax. With the tension relieved, her traumatic childhood memories came back to her in a rush. As Rob continued to thrust into her, all she could think about was being pinned against her will. She no longer saw Rob, but the man who had raped her when she was fifteen. Any chance Rob had for relief and happiness disappeared for good as her wicked smile returned. She reached up and pulled Rob's head down into her chest. The collar around her neck began to hiss, clouding Rob's face with wisps of pink gas. She made sure to time it just right, causing him to pass out just short of cumming. "I guess I am a heartless bitch, you're too gullible, we'll have to work on that." She whispered to herself, feeling doubly satisfied. She wasn't scheduled to meet Cynthia for another hour and the jet lag was getting to her. She closed her eyes and decided to take a nap, stroking his hair as he slept on top of her. Two rooms down, Lori was lying on the bed, plotting how best to satisfy herself while putting James to sleep. She got her answer when James decided to take a shower. She opened her suitcase and took out a bottle of massage oil. She stripped off everything and began to pour the oil all over her body. Her six-foot-two body glistened under the overhead lights as she rubbed the anesthetic oil over every inch of her body. She had built up a tolerance to the stuff over the years, but the effects on James should be quite enjoyable. She figured that this was a good a time as any to figure just how waterproof this stuff was. She slid the door open to the bathroom. The steam was very thick. Lori watched him through the sliding transparent shower panel. She slid her fingers into her moistening vagina and began to pleasure herself while she watched him shower. James startled as she slid the panel back. She slicked her wet hair back with both hands as James reached his arms around her. She pulled him into her making full frontal contact. The water mixing with oil created an extremely erotic slippery feeling. She let James take the initiative. Lori was an expert, as were all the women in the organization, at making it seem as if this was his idea. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her. The oil allowed him to slide in easily and she wrapped her legs around him as he pushed her up against the cold marble. He slowly pushed farther into her. She let out an extended sigh as he started to thrust. The hot water fell all over her body mixing with the coldness of the tiles causing waves of pleasure to course through her. She hadn't seen any indications that the oil was working, but who cared, she could always knock him out later. Lori stopped him and turned around tilting her hips to display her perfectly toned ass. James took the hint and entered her. Lori bit her lip and moaned as she came. Five seconds later, she felt him explode all over her ass. She turned around to meet his gaze and giggled as his eyes rolled into his head and he fell against the shower wall and slid down into the tub. She stood in the shower for a few minutes longer rinsing the rest of the oil off. She left him asleep in the tub, and got dressed for her meeting. When Cynthia arrived, Lori and Jenna were sitting silently at the table drinking coffee. They both had that glow about them. "I see we're enjoying ourselves. I wish I had a boy toy to play with." "OK what's the plan?" Jenna said defensively feeling guilty for allowing herself any pleasure. Cynthia was well aware of her past and didn't push any further. "Erin is here already. She has made contact with one of Darius' henchmen." Cynthia said passing out briefs to the girls. "How is it going?" Lori asked. "Let's just say the man is more willing help us than he knows. She has a meet set up." "With Darius?" Jenna asked. "Probably not. I don't expect him to meet with me right away. I would imagine I will have to do something to prove our worth before we meet. That's where the boys come into play. How better to prove our worth than to hand him two members of the CIA." The girls spent the next hour refining the mission and plotting their escape should either side decide pull anything unexpected. "That should do it. You ladies have a nice night. I'll be along later." Cynthia nodded towards the man eating by himself at the table behind them. "Don't wait up for me." Cynthia smiled and motioned to the waiter. "Can I get you anything else?" "That man over there. Who is he?" Holding up a hundred dollar bill "That is Mr. Anderson ma'am. He lives in the Penthouse." "Thank you." She said putting the large tip into his hands. "The service was excellent." The manager finished cleaning up the desk in his small office and turned off the light. He closed the door and turned around into Cynthia. "Hi", she said with her sexiest of voices. The manager stood speechless, staring at the way she filled out her black short form-fitting dress. He paused a little longer on her legs. "Could you help me?" She cooed as she walked him backwards back into his office. "I'll sure as hell try." He said trying to control his erection. "Mr. Brian Anderson…What room is he in?" The manager had run out of space to backup. She took another step pushing her entire body against his. "I can't give that information out." She smiled putting her hands around his neck. She uncapped the needle hidden in her ring and punctured the skin on the back of his neck. "That's OK. I just need your keys." She tilted her head to one side and watched the expression on his face change. "Sleep." She took a step backwards letting him fall to the floor. She retrieved his keys and headed for the Penthouse. Brian Anderson was the CEO of a major finance company. He was in his late thirties with the build of a man who worked out daily. He was probably very rich, but Cynthia didn't know any of that, nor did she care. She was only interested in one thing. He opened the door to his cabin and started to hang his coat on the hook, when he suddenly dropped it to the floor. "How was your day dear?" Cynthia asked. She was lying on the edge of the bed propped up on her elbows. Her dress was pushed up revealing the top of her sheer black thigh-high stockings. "Who are you?" Brian inquired hesitantly. "Does it matter?" She huffed getting up off the bed and walked up to him. "I'm here to have some fun, if you're interested." "Look I don't know who you are, but…" "I guess not, Oh well." Cynthia depressed the top of her mini aerosol can and sprayed a haze of pink gas into the air above his head. He fell into her arms. She dragged him over to the bed, he was just barely conscious. She undressed him as he sluggishly tried to prevent it. She sprayed some more gas into the air above him until he quit fighting. She knelt down and licked the base of his cock. After a few licks, it got hard and stood up. He stirred a little as she worked on him. She took a bottle of de-sensitizing cream from her purse and rubbed it into his penis. The feeling started to leave his cock. She mounted him and started to ride him wildly. Knowing he couldn't feel it made it even better for her. She would pause every few minutes to spray more gas into the air before starting up again. She kept him in this state for four hours. She was spent and decided to retire for the evening. She bent over and kissed him. "Thanks, that was fun." She reached down and touched his cock. He responded, indicating the feeling had returned. She wrapped her hand around his penis and jacked him off, taking great delight in watching him spurt into the air. "Sleep tight." She blew him a kiss before spraying him another blast of gas, this time directly into his face. His eyes closed and he started to snore a little. She dressed herself and tossed the managers keys onto the bed. She took one final look and headed back to her room. It was midnight and the jetlag was really taking its toll. All she wanted to do was get some sleep. Jenna paused at the door when she heard a woman moaning loudly. She entered the room and found Rob lying on the bed nude. He didn't even respond to her. He had ordered some porn from the hotel's entertainment system and was desperately trying to get himself off, but to no avail. She laughed devilishly as she got between him and the television. "What's a matter Baby, can't get off?" She teased as she slowly peeled off her latex pants and T-shirt. "Bitch. What did you do?" Rob was stroking frantically trying to get some feeling. "Don't worry, it'll come back in..Oh…" She looked at her watch. "Ten minutes or so. I didn't want you to start without me." Jenna bent over and took her time turning off the television all the while giving Rob a nice view of her ass. He continued to stroke himself, but he felt nothing. She leaped on top of him before he could react. Rob fought her as best as he could, but she was much stronger than he would have guessed. He eventually gave up. "Aw come on, it's not fun if you don't fight." Rob twitched a little, the feeling was starting to come back. Jenna rode him until she felt him tense up, then she stopped. Rob flailed against the bed in utter frustration. "Believe it or not, this is to help you." "Please stop helping me." Rob was angry and very frustrated. "Look, what if something goes wrong and you're caught? You have a weakness. And if they find out who we are, then we're all dead. If I can show you how to resist this form of interrogation, we can accomplish what we're here to do." "So this is training?" "I could think of worse ways to spend an evening." Jenna was becoming increasingly conflicted. She was feeling remorse again for torturing him. But she was right, she had to teach him how to resist women or they were all in trouble. She pulled off of him once again leaving him completely unsatisfied. "OK, How do I beat it?" "Tomorrow." She opened the drawer on the nightstand and took out her silver vibrator. She needed to do something to get rid of the feelings she had for him. "What's with the…" "Shhh, you need to get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow." She depressed the end and blasted Rob in the face with a stream of pink gas. It took a little longer this time. Rob was starting to build up a little tolerance she would have to start using different means. Rob groaned and passed out. She turned her vibrator on and after another orgasm, fell asleep. RED HEAT - PT 8 The waiter led Cynthia to the private room in the back. Darius, Oleg and Erin sat at the table. Oleg was the second cousin of Darius and had no idea what he really did for a living. Darius had agreed to meet her as a favor to his cousin, who believed she was looking for a job in his fishing business. Darius wanted to get this over with and get back to his real problems. They were still unable to re-activate the warheads. Cynthia wore an eloquent black evening gown, black nylons and heels. Darius and Oleg stood up as she arrived at the table. "So nice to finally meet you." Darius said as he took her hand and kissed it gently. "Please sit, we have much to discuss." Cynthia and Erin exchanged glances, then she sat down opposite Darius. "Would you both excuse us? It was nice meeting you Erin, you two make a lovely couple. Oleg I will speak with you later." They both left leaving Cynthia and Darius alone to talk. "Let's get right to it shall we. My cousin asked me to meet with you, apparently he is quite high on you. I'm sorry you've come all this way, but we are not currently hiring. Please enjoy your dinner." Darius started to get up from the table. Cynthia cocked her head and laughed. "You might want to see my resume first. I understand you are having problems with your latest shipment. Something about cold fish?" Darius stopped cold. Cynthia turned her head to talk over her shoulder. "I might be able to help as well as providing information on the activities of your competition." Darius sat back down. "Perhaps I was a bit too hasty…Continue" Cynthia set her purse on the table and opened it. The waiter came in with more drinks, but Darius waved him away. Cynthia pulled a folder from her purse and removed the pictures from it. They were photos of Rob and James. "CIA. You'll find them at the Bilderberg Garden Hotel, under the names Sanders and Rodden. The girls work for me, leave them out of it." "If what you are telling me is the truth, we will talk again. If you are setting me up, you will not see tomorrow." Darius grabbed the photos and rushed out. The corner of her lip started to curl into a smile, knowing her plan was working perfectly. She dialed Erin's pager number and entered "86". Erin and Oleg were riding back to her apartment when her pager went off. She read the numbers off the pager. A few minutes later they arrived at her apartment. Oleg got out and opened the door for her. "Do you want to come up?" Erin said as she leaned into him. "Not tonight. I'm very tired." "Not as tired as you're going to be." She muttered to herself. "This could have fun, but oh well. Goodnight." Erin extended her hand for Oleg to kiss. When he brought her hand to his face to kiss it, her ring puffed a cloud of blue gas. He dropped to the ground instantly. She looked around to make sure no one had seen her, then popped the trunk on his car. She dragged him around back and into the trunk. He had to disappear for a few days. RED HEAT - PT 9 The Next Afternoon: James sat at the desk in his hotel room. He was monitoring Darius' cell phone frequency on the surveillance equipment. "Housekeeping." The accented voice yelled through the door. James closed the laptop and pulled the blanket over the rest of the equipment. He opened the door to find an extremely attractive woman standing in the hallway. Sophie was wearing a French maid's uniform. Black short skirt with white apron, thigh-high's and not much else. "Here are the new linen's for you." She said handing him some towels. "Thanks" James grabbed them, turned around and set them on the dresser. "Would it be possible to get some…" She held up the cleaning bottle and spritzed him in the face a few times. James blinked a couple of times, he couldn't move. He felt so happy, he started to giggle. Sophie giggled back, and then the secondary effect kicked in. His knees weakened and his vision began to blur. Her smile faded back into her cold business stare as she put her arm around him. Rob held his arm across the elevator door and waited for the family of four to exit. He pushed "12" and rocked back on his heels waiting for his floor. The elevator stopped on floor two. Zhanna smiled at him as she got on. The thirty-year-old Russian woman was wearing a short jet-black wig, skin-tight black leather pants, a red shiny halter-top partially covered up with a full-length black leather jacket. She had her purse slung over her right shoulder and was wearing red tinted glasses and a red scarf around her neck. "What floor?" Rob said as he moved over to the panel. "Six please." She said in her heavy Russian accent. She covered her mouth with scarf as Rob hit the "6" button. A stream of pale blue gas blasted from the panel covering his face in a cloud. Rob covered his face, but it was too late. Zhanna forcefully pushed him against the front wall, using the whole front of her body. She reached around and pulled his gun from his jacket holster, letting her arm brush across his hardening cock. "We've been expecting you Mr. Walker. Now just relax and come with me." Rob moaned back. The elevator doors opened onto the roof. She walked the drowsy agent over to the waiting Helicopter. James was unconscious on the seat with head buried in Sophie's lap. Natalia pulled back on the collective and the helicopter disappeared into the night.