“It's all lies and hypocrisy. Showing that you want to do something and then planning on doing the opposite. Lying to whoever you need to. Leading them a merry dance. Letting them believe that they understand you and then changing the rules; subtly at first, before delivering the devastating blow. That's what chess is all about,” Alastair explained to Emily as he watched her shuffle uncomfortably in her chair.

Emily’s hand hovered over the Knight which had been making its way to the Queenside, her fingers caressing its mane before she picked it up and placed it in the firing line of two pawns as it switched direction towards the King. “Check,” she announced; not from the Knight, but from the Bishop that was hiding behind it.

Alastair could see the dilemma quite clearly. He smiled. Nodded.

Emily lifted her head to look him in the eyes but his head was bowed to the board. Confidence was another valuable trait in this game. Making your opponent think that you have made an outstanding move, makes you psychologically dominant. She leaned back in her chair, studying him. Her breasts heaved against her flimsy blouse. You wouldn't have known that she was wearing a bra because her prominent brown nipples were teasing him when he looked over the rim of his glasses.

Emily pre-empted the end of their game. She had worked out several variations all of which led to checkmate unless of course there was something she had missed.

She thought back to the days when Alastair took her in from the cold, provided her with a safe place to live, clothes and food, without asking for anything from her; other than she learns the rules. His rules. She had run away from home many times, and on her fifth attempt had succeeded only to find that she had travelled miles and was close to death. Her father didn't care, never registered her missing with the police. As far as he was concerned the only daughter he had was called “good riddance.”

“Let’s call it a day, training over.” Alistair started to rise from his chair.

Emily snapped out of her reverie, “Does that mean I won?” She smirked.

“Maybe.”

She smiled. She knew that was a firm yes coming from him.

That evening they ate, drank wine and at the end of a pleasant and fun evening,  Alistair’s attitude changed to one of concern and worry.

Emily caught the distant undertones in his behaviour. Noticed his hesitation while speaking. She had taken the dishes and placed them into the dishwasher while Alastair ferried the two glasses of wine into the lounge.

“What’s up?” Emily asked.

Alastair looked at her towering above him as he slouched on the sofa.

“I’ve got a job for you,” he signed heavily.

“But that's great,” she shouted, “where? When? Who?”

“I’m still debating it, it's not that simple.”

“You know I’m ready, come on, you know I can do this. “

Alistair continued her words, he knew she was right, he knew she could do the job. That wasn't the issue. The issue would be the fallout should she work out any connections. He seriously wondered whether their relationship would still be intact if she did.

“I’m considering giving it to Jenny,” he told her.

“Fuck Jenny, she couldn’t seduce herself into a harem of lesbians. If it's a seduction that gets me in, you know I’m the best.”

Alistair bit his lip. He knew her words were sound and he had to smile at the thought of Jenny trying to seduce a harem of lesbians.

“This is a difficult one, Emily, I’m...”

He shook his head, bit his lip again and looked into her eyes.

“Top drawer, brown envelope,” he pointed to the writing desk behind the sofa.

“Yes...” she hissed as she made a beeline for the documents.

Emily read in silence, picking over the words, sentence by sentence, looking at the supporting images, maps, places of interest. Two people were highlighted in the report.

Him: Derek Forsyth, American, a businessman, early fifties, self-made, raised from rags to riches in six years, obviously a backer behind him, ruthless, known to carry weapons, property in the Bahamas, Virgin Islands, Spain and a yacht and private jet to get him anywhere in the world. The details continued.

She looked at his image, salt and pepper hair – nice, attractive – check, would she fuck him? – she smiled, yes.

“Is he the target?”

“Yes,” Alastair’s tone was authoritative, “but you get to him through her, he has so far avoided all contact with other women other than his wife.” This was crunch time and something that Emily would need training on in the coming months.

Her: Angelique Forsythe, French, an astute lady of leisure, own sporting businesses in the past, tall attractive blonde, not dumb, into fast cars and devoted wife to her husband, likes to party and let her hair down.

Emily read on. Fetishes: frequents lesbian bars and into younger one-night stands. Emily smiled to herself. She picked up her images and flicked through them. Nice tits and what a gorgeous round ass.

“That’s no place for a g-string,” she said out loud. Emily looked at some of the seedier images and she could see why the woman liked one-night stands.

“She’s our way to him.” She eyed Alistair carefully. “One-night stands, never the same girl twice, Femdom by the looks of it.”

“You’ll need training of course,” Alistair added.

“A few days, maybe.”

“A week, to be a convincing Femdom.”

“As I said, a few days, maybe.”

“Emily, we can’t fuck this up.”

“Alistair, I have no intention of fucking up a job, any job, I’ll get to him, through her, three days training at a maximum if you must.”

The conversation ended with Emily pouring over the rest of the documentation. The couples’ likes, dislikes, favourite restaurants, places they hung out, favourite drinks. The intelligence went on and on. The one thing it didn’t say was why? Or how?

Emily didn’t need to know why it was immaterial. She worked for the government so she didn’t need to know why.

ooOoo

The training was intense. Emily was sent to the slut and sub training school (with the words S&S Training proudly emblazoned above the door). Not exactly a government establishment, but an institution that trained women for pleasure. A high-class pleasure that is. She was booked in for two days from ten in the morning until ten at night. She arrived at eight, left at midnight partly because she was keen and partly because the woman training her was drop-dead gorgeous and despite her attitude to Emily’s defiant behaviour, she found that she quite liked the woman. Maybe she could become one of them? It was certainly an option, after all, dating men in her line of work was just as fraught with problems.

The training was carefully undertaken, only enough information was provided to her tutor to ensure that Emily’s experience was complete and, in that respect, the long-haired red-head, that went by the name of Rebecca, concentrated on oral techniques. It was the first time Emily had licked a pussy and she found it a most enjoyable experience. She was taught to follow orders, play the submissive, always be attentive to a female mistress. She was taught when it was best to be nice and when rough and taught to be a total slut. Judging by what she already knew about Angelique, rough seemed to be the norm. Emily was spanked and caned and taught how to absorb the pain and convert it to pleasure.

Emily was a fast learner, and in two days surprised Rebecca by taking the cane while kneeling on a chair without yelping once. Her breathing constant, she seemed relaxed and in control despite that Rebecca landed one on her backside that went above and beyond the call of duty. Rebecca wanted to break her and failed.

Rebecca collared her, pulled her around the room, and made her kneel and crawl to her needs. Butt plugs and horsetails were inserted into her anus and she was paraded around some high-class venues; much to the joy of the resident clientele.

It wasn’t a case of Emily having to act the role. She had to be it.

ooOoo

The first evening back at Alistair’s was awkward. He wanted to ask how she had got on with the training and all Emily could think of was how Rebecca sat on that high stool, not too dissimilar to the one she was currently sitting on, with her legs wrapped around her head while she ate Rebecca’s pussy.

It was surreal, considering it was in a public lesbian bar, close to the Mall in London. Emily couldn’t imagine the Queen wandering in unattended though.

She looked at Alistair, who was looking at her with a smirk on his face.

“What?”

“Just wondering that’s all,” he retorted.

“I happened to like it. Is that what you want to know.”

Alistair nodded his approval and pursed his lips.

“We have a contract date for you. In two weeks they will be visiting London on business. They will be staying for a week. She will get bored and she will be prowling the greater London area looking for playmates. Have you given any thought to how the job will go down.”

Emily thought pensively.

“Acute hyperkalemia,” she said with a smile. “A massive overdose of potassium close to the heart, it will lead to fatal cardiac arrhythmias.”

Alistair nodded approvingly. “It will be detected by the post-mortem?” He questioned.

“No, from his medical records, he has diabetes which fits with the symptoms of high potassium and last year he attended a clinic for kidney problems. Again, a sign of high potassium in the body.”

“You’ve given this some thought,” Alistair added.

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

“No,” he added, “You’re now a pretty lesbian face.”

“How much will it be administered?” Alistair asked.

“About ten to twenty grams of potassium permanganate dissolved in water. It will be dispersed by the body’s own chemistry by the time the hospital analyses him, and in any case, any excess will be put down to his condition when they look at his records. It will be classed as a heart attack.”

“How the fuck are you going to get that close to him?”

“I’m going to fuck her so well she’s going have no option but to invite me back to her hotel for a repeat performance. With or without him!”

“Administering it will be either injection into his heart or through the cork of a wine bottle.”

“He’d notice the taste and colour of the wine, surely.”

“Nope, same colour and the wine completely masks the taste of the potassium,” her confidence at parrying all his questions made her feel a complete success.

Alistair leaned back in the sofa and studied Emily. The young girl he took in many, many years ago had changed and part of that was his fault. She had nearly died out on the streets before he stumbled upon her. It would have been easy to hand her to the authorities but the way her ten-year-old brown eyes looked at him caused him to waver. He took her in and found that she grew up as a highly inquisitive teenager. Always reading books, always wanting to learn, always questioning.

By the time she was thirteen, she had worked out that he did not have a normal job, that his work involved travelling abroad and that he probably worked for MI6 or something like it. She had asked him whether he was licenced to kill which he denied, even though he was. By the time she was fifteen, she had wanted to be a part of his job and he took it upon himself to train her in all sorts of martial arts, surveillance, covert and counter-terrorism techniques. When she was eighteen, she went to Oxford University to complete her training and ended up as his accomplice in MI6. Rarely did they put close relatives together or assigned them on the same job, but while Alistair was an operative, she was a seductress; trained in seducing targets, relaxing them, lowering their guard before the inevitable scythe fell on them either by her hand or by his.

She was good at her job, yet she was his little girl and he had seen her grow from a tender age to this.

He studied her features but Emily wasn’t giving anything away. She was ready for this and she was going to carry out her job come wind or high water.

“Let’s get some sleep, we’ll go over some things tomorrow.”

She nodded and as per normal operating procedure, the next two weeks would be train, train and train for the eventual completion of the job, though much depended on Angelique and what she would do when the time came. But it was a plan at least.

ooOoo

The Continental Airlines plane landed at Gatwick airport and Emily was at the airport to meet her visitors. Not actually meet them, she didn’t have a Derek and Angelique billboard to hand and she wasn’t wearing a private taxi peak hat. She was present to have eyes on only. See how they waltzed through customs and immigration. See how they treated people around them, how they commanded respect, get the feel of them. Emily followed them through the airport as if she was also a traveller. No-one would suspect otherwise in a busy airport and besides, with her high heels and blonde wig just about everyone would classify her as a dumb blonde. It was a label that she was more than happy with.

She let Derek and Angelique pass her by as she stood to wait for a taxi. She deliberately bent over at the waist to pick up her lipstick that had fallen to the floor causing her short skirt to rise above the hem of her black stockings. It was a sight that Angelique did not miss and by the time Emily stood upright, Angelique’s head was at ninety degrees to the direction she was walking in; relying entirely on the arm of her husband to direct her towards their pickup point.

Emily smiled and at that moment knew that Angelique was on-heat and was going to be an easy catch when the time came.

ooOoo

Emily played vigil both outside and inside the Waldorf Hotel for the whole week that they were in occupancy. She even paid for a room which cost well above her pay grade. In the early evening, she spent her time in the bar area or lounge, but once they had eaten, she moved to the car outside and waited.

It was three days before Angelique appeared at the front desk at about seven-thirty in the evening, moments later a driver in a Daimler appeared at the hotel reception and waited for her to get in. Emily followed the car but she suspected that she knew the place that they were headed; the light rain, smeared against the windshield. Her training had taught her all the low-down sites in London and as sure as eggs are eggs, they arrived at the Ku Bar and Club on Soho’s Chinatown fringes. The bar specialises as a LGBTQ venue and regularly voted as one of London’s best, attracting up-for-it lesbians and gays alike.

Angelique headed for the bar area on the ground floor, sat down and ordered a Negroni. She was into her fourth sip of the cocktail when a leather-jacketed female plonked herself down by her side, lay the laptop on the bar and brushed the outside of her ripped jeans down trying to get most of the water off. The barman waited as Emily cursed the taxi driver that sped through the puddle that soaked her jeans. Emily looked around at the few people either side of her, turned towards Angelique’s direction and pointed at her drink.

“I’ll have one of them, please,” she said.

Angelique couldn’t help but look at the somewhat dishevelled woman to her side. She would have looked quite smart if it wasn’t for the soaked and muddy bottoms to her jeans, she had on a white T-shirt under a black leather jacket, an ordinary pair of flat shoes; also dirty. Her hair was a little wet and definitely on the wild side. Angelique couldn’t help but look her up and down.

Emily glanced at Angelique and repeated the curse about taxi drivers; shaking her head in the process. Her drink arrived and she pulled herself onto the high stool and took a big squig before blowing air through her lips and throwing her head backwards.

“Hard day at the office?” asked Angelique.

Emily looked at Angelique, “You could say that.” She nodded, then after another squig of her drink, and before ordering another one, asked Angelique whether she had had the same. Emily pretended that she hadn’t looked at how Angelique was dressed and presumed she was here for the same reason; a quick drink before going home, maybe chat to some sexy woman and perhaps get lucky.

“No, I don’t work. I’m fortunate in that respect. I have a rich husband.” Angelique smiled.

Emily nodded, pursed her lips, gave a sly glance at the two women chatting behind Angelique, then to the bar lady and then to a couple of lesbians kissing in the corner to her right. She lingered on their kiss for a little too long; causing her to bite her lip.

“What you doing here then?” she asked, turning back to Angelique.

“He’s not a good licker,” Angelique replied with a grin.

A smirk appeared on Emily’s face. “Fair point.”

“How about you?”

“What do you mean, about me?”

“Are you a good licker.”

“Only when I’m forced to be.” Emily raised her eyebrows and smiled. She looked away to take a sip of her drink. The line, sinker and hook had been well and truly thrown in the water. All that she needed now was for Angelique to take the bait and that last line she delivered should just about do the job. Emily forced back the smile that wanted to appear on her lips. That would have been very unprofessional of her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Emily saw Angelique swallow hard. She ordered another Negroni and offered Emily one. Emily accepted. The drinks were placed next to the almost finished glasses and Emily greedily knocked hers back to give to the bar lady. She licked her lips before picking up the next drink. She looked at Angelique who was still sipping her first.

“You look like you have something on your mind?” asked Emily. Angelique said nothing at first but finished her drink.

“I’m intrigued,” she said, finally.

“About what?”

“About how good your tongue is?”

Emily looked at her and smiled. She let her eyes wander down over Angelique’s luscious body; covered only by a one-piece black dress with thin straps over her shoulders and hem that stopped halfway down her thighs. Emily studied her breasts a little too long and noticed that as she moved, they wobbled effortlessly under the garment.

“Now who’s got something on their mind?” asked Angelique.

Emily broke out of her stare to look into her eyes. She smiled.

“I don’t think you’re my type,” she said, clamping her lips tightly together into a thin smile. Emily hedged her bets that in her current state, Angelique would not be able to let go of the hook and that she would allow her some slack before reeling her in proper.

“You’re out of my league.”

“I didn’t know there was a league table involved. It’s a shame because I was going to offer you a lift home in the back of my Daimler.”

Emily thought for a while but said nothing. She looked at the woman in front of her and admitted that her pussy had become as moist as her jeans were.

“And it must be uncomfortable for you in those wet jeans,” Angelique added.

“I live miles away,” Emily said, shaking her head, “I couldn’t possibly accept.” Emily took a sip of her drink.

Angelique stepped onto the floor from the high stool and stood next to Emily. Her hand touched her knee before slowly sliding upwards. Angelique leaned towards her and whispered in her ear.

“I’d think you’d look good on your knees in the back of the car,” she hissed through her teeth, “and even better with your mouth full and your tongue busy.”

Angelique waited for Emily to respond, but Emily was too busy drinking in her words. They excited her, as did her perfume with sweet-smelling almond topped off with the smell of leather. She took a second, more obvious sniff as she turned her head to face her.

“What perfume are you wearing?”

Angelique looked slightly amused. “Tom Ford – Fucking Fabulous,” she replied.

“It smells fucking fabulous too.” Emily inhaled deeply. A finger had found its way into the crease of Emily’s jeans and was busily rubbing Emily’s slit. Angelique pushed it hard against her while pressing on the small of her back with her other hand. She was panting with the effort but she had decided that this girl was going to do what she wanted her to do.

“Do you want that lift now?” Angelique’s voice was firm and as she said it, she raised her hand from Emily’s pussy, grasped her drink and proceeded to finish it off. Emily did likewise, grabbed her laptop and swung her feet to the floor. She covertly placed her car keys on the table next to her drink and followed Angelique towards the door.

Emily glanced sideways at Alistair who was sitting on his own in a chair, watching one of many TV screens that were pottered around the bar. He would pick their car up when she was safely away.

Outside, the Daimler was waiting with its door open. The hunk of a driver was caressing it fondly. Angelique got in first and instructed Emily to sit opposite her which she did. The door was closed, the driver got in the front and Angelique instructed him to drive to nowhere in particular.

“You haven’t asked me where I live?” asked Emily, her tone of voice came across as timid, edging on a little scared.

Angelique raised her dress so that she was not sitting on it and pushed it up around her waist. She opened her legs wide to provide an unhindered view of her shaven pussy which was glistening with moistness and showing a hint of fiery redness.

“What are you waiting for, lick it,” she ordered, the last two words deliberate and firm.

Emily stood her ground and just watched as Angelique caressed and squeezed one of her breasts.

“Am I going to have come over there and make you?” Angelique’s voice rose slightly towards the end. Emphasising her dominance over the situation.

Again, Emily said nothing and was staring into Angelique’s pussy. Her breathing had become shallow and deliberate, her eyes closed momentarily, her training kicked in. In her mind, she had worked herself up into the submissive role ready to break free.

Angelique leaned across the space between them and planted her hand on the back of Emily’s head. She pulled her forwards and downwards as she slumped back into the comfy leather seats.

“On your knees, and lick it,” she commanded as she guided her head to her wet twat.

Emily’s response was instant. Her eagerness exploded from within her. The sight and smell of Angelique’s pussy had worked her up into an animal; one that was about to embark on a feeding frenzy. Emily’s knees hit the floor of the car, her head continued forward into the waiting snatch that was Angelique. Her mouth clamped over her puffy lips, her tongue protruded from her mouth and slipped straight inside her cunt. Her hands came up under her thighs; lifting Angelique’s bottom slightly from the seat before they clamped down on top of her stomach, and she pushed her head forwards into her sopping wet pussy and ate her out.

Angelique wriggled, twisted and writhed under her. She pushed her pussy towards Emily’s probing tongue and she kept her hand on the back of her head to keep the pressure of her mouth on her twat. She humped her bottom in order to rub herself on Emily’s mouth. A second hand came upon Emily’s neck as she licked and sucked, and it looked as if Emily’s head had suddenly become a part of Angelique’s anatomy. Her legs were flailing wildly as the Daimler cruised through the streets of London; the insides of the car lit by the green, then orange, then red of the traffic lights. The occasional white light from oncoming buses flooded through the semi-opaque windows.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Angelique hissed through clenched teeth. Her head nodding as she held Emily in place, her breath panting hard and her teeth as tight as a virgin’s bottom.  She humped Emily’s head like it was a face-shaped dildo.

Emily licked furiously, in and out, up and down, she was desperate to get some air and to get her tongue on Angelique’s clit to bring her off in a storm of pleasure, but she couldn’t move an inch. Although her training had involved holding her breath for long periods, yet she was rapidly reaching her endpoint. In desperation, she thrust her hand under Angelique’s dress and grasped her tit. She sought her nipple and with her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed hard and pulled it outwards.

Angelique’s hands followed her arms as they both hit the side of the back seat in unison. Emily’s other hand joined the first and together they pulled on her nipples. With her head free, Emily raised her mouth and allowed it to clamp down over Angelique’s clitoris, and proceeded to suck it into her mouth.

The orgasm was explosive. It left the driver in no doubt as to what was happening in the back seat of his plush Daimler. A smile broke out on his face before he realised the consequences of what he heard. He hoped there wouldn’t be much to clean up after them. At least, that’s what he hoped.

He was wrong. Angelique’s cum, covered Emily’s lower face and soaked her white top just as she slid a finger into her cunt. Angelique bucked, shook and shuddered on her new friend’s tongue and within seconds of her breaking climax, her hands were once more on the back of Emily’s head as she humped into her face. A second orgasm broke almost immediately.

“More, give me more,” Angelique ordered as she looked down on Emily in her crouched position.

Emily’s tongue flicked at Angelique’s clit and she raised her body slightly. She pulled on Angelique’s buttocks; causing her to slide forward; her bottom slipping over the backseat of the car and her head propped up at right angles. Emily’s tongue busied itself on her clit causing Angelique to moan loudly.

“Finger me too,” she said.

Emily did just that, but not where Angelique had intended. Her finger found her anus. She pushed it in, unceremoniously. The tides were changing, Emily was slowly taking charge of how this woman climaxed and when. Her finger forced its way inside as Angelique opened her eyes to stare at her adversary. Emily’s face was now in line with Angelique’s and she stared her out as her tongue and mouth concentrated on her clit and her finger probed her anus.

Both women stared at each other; Emily panting and feeding off the orgasm that was building in Angelique’s body and Angelique feeding off the pleasure and look of intent on Emily’s face. Each inward breath of air brought her one more step closer. Emily knew that the path was running out fast.

Angelique exploded once more. The waves rushed over her. Her body shook and shuddered but this time she slumped down into the seat and let the feelings flow over her; like she was a discarded piece of flotsam that had washed up on the beach.

Emily licked her slit to post-orgasmic bliss. She slowly raised her head from her pussy and looked down onto her sodden shirt.

Angelique raised herself onto the seat and slid the window between them and the driver.

“Waldorf Hotel, please,” she said before closing the window.

“I thought you were taking me home,” Emily said, concerned that she wasn’t going to get home until late. Again, Emily suppressed the smile and the flicker of intensity in her eyes when the destination was revealed.

“You – are coming back with me, young lady. Can I call you a lady?”

Emily shrugged. “I could do with a change of clothes, I suppose,” she added.

“You do look rather drenched, my dear.”

“Fuck, my laptop,” cried Emily as she turned to grab and inspect it in front of Angelique. It was soaked on one side but the thin neoprene layer had protected it well. Emily took it out to examine the machine and found it was dry. She put it back into the protective case and wiped it in her shirt.

The car pulled up outside the Waldorf Hotel. Both women had made themselves as presentable as they could and they dashed through reception and into the lift.

“So, are you going to do the same to me once we get inside?”

“After I introduce you, yes.” Angelique smiled.

Emily furrowed her eyes but the lift door opened and Angelique dashed out of it as soon as there was enough room. Emily followed closely behind her.

As soon as they entered the room Angelique called out. “Darling – I’m back. I’ve found a playmate.”

The door closed behind Emily as Angelique made her way towards the lounge area of the residency. Emily followed her to find Derek Forsyth sitting on the sofa; a laptop in his hands and a glass of red wine on the table beside him. Derek looked at Angelique and raised his head to kiss her as she bent over him. He glanced at Emily. They nodded to each other. The only form of acknowledgement two strangers needed. Yet, he didn’t seem a stranger to her. Emily knew everything she needed to know about Derek Forsyth.

“Are you coming to play with us?” Angelique asked.

“I have this work to finish, you two have some fun, maybe later,” he replied.

Angelique turned to Emily, “Looks like you’re all mine then, sweetheart.” She smiled. “She’s a fucking great licker, hun,” she added.

“I’ll have a glass of wine if you’re opening one,” he shouted back.

Emily followed Angelique to the kitchen area of the residence. She placed her laptop on the edge of a long bar-like tabletop, removed her leather jacket and placed it on the back of one of the high chairs. Angelique was already twisting the cork into a bottle of Chateau Grand-Puy-Lacoste. Not a cheap bottle but not expensive either; a modest one-hundred-pound starter for ten. An everyday wine to the Forsyth’s.

In the five minutes that Emily was in the flat, she had located the door to the two bedrooms, the shared bathroom door was to her right, the main door behind her. The flat opened out into a small corridor from which the lounge opened onto a nice frontage of London town. The kitchen area was set back into a side of one wall leading from the lounge and which had a bar-like extension. She noticed that from the bar area, Derek had limited visibility into the kitchen. She pushed her laptop along the bar and left it close to where Angelique was pouring the wine into three glasses. Her hand reached down and under her dress and came up onto her backside; her fingers curling around into her sodden pussy from earlier. Angelique had enough time to take a sip of the wine before Emily’s passionate kiss engulfed her.

Angelique pulled away, gasping.

“Take this to Derek, would you?” She said, handing Emily the glass of wine. Emily took it and wandered off to the lounge, placed the glass down on the table, and took the empty one away. She smiled at him.

“I hope to see you – later.” She winked. “I hope you have a big one,” she added. It was, perhaps, the wrong thing to say. Her plans were unfolding nicely, too nicely. What she didn’t want to happen was for him to come with her right now. She needed time with Angelique and she needed Derek to finish that glass of wine and be in a mood that required a second. She would have to be patient. All too often, operators in her position would rush the ending and fall foul of their plans. She was a good one, the best, in her eyes and Alistair’s.

Emily walked back to the bar area. Angelique had gone missing along with her glass of wine. Emily picked her glass up and took a squig. She pursed her lips, and let out a gasp. Good wine, she thought. Not your five quid bottle of Fitou from Sainsbury’s. She took another sip and wandered to the one open door. She walked in.

Angelique was naked and sitting at the head of the bed.

“Strip – I’m waiting,” she said as she sipped her wine.

Emily placed her wine next to Angelique’s on the bedside table and walked back to the foot of the bed. There, she slipped her shoes off, struggled with her jeans that had now almost dried on her, and slipped her panties down to the raised eyebrow of Angelique. Her landing strip emphasised her pussy to perfection. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed her bra.

Naked as the day she was born, she stood on the end of the bed and looked at Angelique.

“Would you mind if I take a shower first?” Emily asked.

“What? And get rid of all that lovely pussy juice covering your body, no. No shower. Now, do I have to drag you here kicking and screaming,” she said, pointing to her pussy.

Emily crawled onto the bed looking into Angelique’s eyes with every move of her sumptuous body. She wiggled her hips, she snaked her body up and down towards the bed and from side to side. As she approached Angelique’s pussy she stopped and looked at her.

“Make me,” she said.

Those two words brought out the worst in Angelique. She couldn’t believe Emily said them, but once they were out, she became so excited. Anticipation grew to the boiling point. Yet, she too waited and looked at Emily.

“Come on, make me, you bitch.”

Angelique’s lips quivered. She had never been called that before and she loved it.

She twisted her head to one side and nodded.

“You’d better believe it,” she added, and with such speed, her hand shot forward to grasp Emily’s hair. She pulled her towards her pussy and with her other hand pushed her down onto it. Emily didn’t disappoint. She devoured her pussy as she did in the Daimler, only this time she was prostrate on the bed. She could have done with an equally eager tongue on her anus or searching out her folds and wetness. She licked Angelique like a headless chicken and brought her off just as quickly as she did earlier. After Angelique’s first orgasm, Emily pulled her legs towards her so that Angelique was flat out on the bed. Her head just off one of the biggest pillows Emily had ever seen.

Emily proceeded to lick her pussy and raise her hopes for a second orgasm. Her hands slid along her stomach and up to her breasts before they circled her nipples and clasped onto them. She licked at one end and tugged at the other of Angelique’s responsive body. The sounds filling the room encouraged her to lick and suck with more eagerness. It wasn’t long before Angelique’s orgasm crashed over her. It was the same story as before, she gushed into Emily’s mouth and while she had never tasted a woman’s cum before, certainly not in training, she was getting a real taste for it.

The noise of Angelique’s orgasm caused Derek, in the next room to become a little verbal. “Have quieter orgasms,” he shouted, while quietly acknowledging to himself that while Angelique was this worked up, quiet orgasms would be impossible. But he felt the need to express his opinion, or pat her on the back for her efforts.

Once Angelique was climaxing, Emily jumped up off the bed. She quickly brought her legs to either side of Angelique’s face. Her legs pinning her arms to the bed, her body lowering her wet pussy onto her mouth. With her hands, she opened her lips wide before letting them go, before her inner folds contacted with Angelique’s mouth.

“Now, you lick this, you bitch,” she commanded.

Emily, let out a loud moan as Angelique’s tongue shot into her waiting cunt; bypassing most of her anatomy. Angelique’s hands came upon her bottom and she squeezed them hard before raising her hands outward and bringing them hard upon her buttocks. The double spank delighted Emily.

“Yes, do that and I’ll cum all over you, bitch.”

This had nothing to do with Emily’s training, this was raw, Emily completely out of her box and free. Emily ground her pussy into her face and reached out to steady herself on the headboard. She glanced sideways at the two drinks on the bedside cabinet. She thought for one moment as she tossed and wriggled on Angelique’s tongue and a plan formed in her head. She ran through it again and concluded that it would work. That would be the plan. The one she would put into action in the next thirty seconds.

“Make me cum – NOW!” Emily shouted at Angelique.

She rubbed her pussy over her mouth as Angelique’s finger found her anus. With the intrusion in her bottom and the expert licking actions of Angelique, Emily came in her mouth. She bucked her nether regions but found that Angelique had clasped her hands down over her thighs to keep her there. When they were finally released Emily broke off sideways and plan A was put into action.

With the sudden release, she jerked sideways knocking Angelique’s glass of wine off the bedside table and onto the floor. The glasses clinked together but fortunately, Angelique’s glass only had a small amount left in the bottom. There was a sudden crash as the glass hit the wooden floor, but it remained unbroken.

Angelique and Emily both slumped on the bed, side-by-side and both breathing heavily.

“That was good,” said Angelique between breaths. Emily just nodded. They both sat upright.

“I tipped your wine over, have mine, I’ll get another one,” she said, swinging her feet out of the bed, picking up the glass from the floor and heading to the kitchen.

Her heart rate spiked. This was it, this was plan A but she was prepared to back down from it, she had to. Emily remembered her manners and turned to face Angelique. She kissed her on the lips as she raised herself from the bed.

“You’re almost as good as me,” she said, giggling as she left to walk towards the kitchen.

Angelique took that as a compliment. Emily rounded the corner of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen area, the bottle was still on the side and half full. She glanced around the corner to see that Derek was still in his seat, he hadn’t moved in the entire time that they had fucked each other.

Emily, reached for her laptop, slid it from the protective case just enough to flip the two sides down, she pressed the buttons underneath which released the two syringes full of concentrated potassium permanganate solution. She let them extend while she grasped the bottle of wine and poured a modest amount into her glass. She took both the needles, which as luck would have it were not needed, and squirted the contents of both vials into the bottle of wine. She quickly placed both of the syringes back into the laptop and pushed them home, leaving the flaps pop back into place before pushing the laptop back into the case. She shook the bottle to distribute the potassium more evenly and left to join Angelique.

As she approached Angelique, she raised the glass and took a sip. She was thankful that Angelique had just propped herself up against the headboard and had not touched her wine at all. She lifted it and handed her the glass. She took a sip of her own before joining her on the bed. She swung her legs over Angelique’s body and sat down on her thighs. She dipped her finger into the wine and coated her nipple with it; leaning forward she offered it to Angelique’s mouth.

Angelique sucked on it, swirling the nipple and wine in her mouth before flicking it with her tongue.

“Lovely sight.”

The words came from behind them. Derek was leaning against the bedroom door, a full glass of wine in his hands. He took a sip.

“Don’t wear yourselves out,” he continued, “I think I’d like to fuck your friend’s arse, Angelique,” he added.

“Huh, me too,” came the shrill reply.

Emily glanced over her shoulder as Derek turned to walk away. “I have a few more things to tidy up and I’ll be with you.”

Emily tipped some more wine over her nipple for Angelique to gather up as both women giggled. Both of them sated for the moment, but with Angelique far ahead in the league table on orgasms.

Emily smiled at Angelique; a growing feeling of the evening coming to an end was making itself known. She looked at Angelique with sympathy in her eyes, a knowing that the evening was not going to end well.

The first sign of anything odd happening was a loud crash from the lounge. A bottle had slipped out of Derek Forsyth’s hands and crashed onto the glass table as he approached it, greedily drinking from the glass of wine as the thought of fucking a stranger’s ass entertained his mind.

Emily blinked and her body stiffened.

The second sign was a gurgling sound that seemed distant to both of them. It was a sound that Emily had heard many times. The sound of a heart attack taking its toll on the human vocal cords. It was a sound that Angelique missed.

The third sign was that of a glass falling to the floor and a body following it; bouncing off the sofa and onto the same table that had put paid to the bottle of wine, the contents of which were now soaking into the fabric of the sofa and carpet.

The ingredients wouldn’t last long when exposed to air and fabric, but the longer Emily could keep Angelique in the bedroom the more time there was for it to decompose, especially in Derek’s body.

Emily jumped backwards in pain after Angelique bit her nipple. She cried out just as the sound of Derek crashed to the floor.

“Do you have a strap-on?” she asked with overflowing enthusiasm.

“I do indeed,” came the reply, “I’ll fetch it.”

Angelique pushed Emily off her and jumped out of bed. She headed out of the bedroom as Emily’s mouth dropped open. Angelique headed to the other bathroom between the bedroom and the lounge to fetch her strap-on. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a body and arms on the floor just past the sofa.

Emily closed her eyes and concentrated. She heard a scream and knew that Angelique had discovered Derek’s body. The only word that spread through her mind was fuck.

Although plan A had gone well. It was now the turn of plan B. The extraction plan.

Emily followed Angelique to the lounge and when she saw her bent over Derek’s body, shaking it from side to side, slapping his face, crying and shouting his name over and over, a feeling of sadness came over her. It wasn’t usual to feel this way about a hit and she could only put it down to the fact that she and Angelique clicked somewhat and it wasn’t Derek she felt sorry for but Angelique.

Emily looked stunned at the sight before her. She suddenly started to panic.

“What the fuck! – what the fuck is happening,” she screamed.

“Phone the reception," Angelique shouted back at her, "tell them we need an ambulance.”

Emily was rooted to the spot. Shaking her head and repeating over and over the word no.

“This isn’t happening,” she said. “I’m not seeing this. Is he dead?”

“I don’t know – phone for an ambulance will you,” Angelique shouted once more. All thoughts of the pleasure ride they had both experienced were lost and forgotten.

Emily ran from the room, apparently to reach her mobile phone which was in her jeans pocket in the bedroom. She reached the phone and stopped. She thought about what she had touched. She grasped her white top and rubbed the stems of both glasses and the around the rims. She polished the top wooden bar of the headboard where she had placed her hands when that wonderful orgasm hit her, square on. She started to dress, knickers, jeans, T-shirt, shoes. She went to the bedside table and while holding the bedsheet between her hands she dialled reception.

“Emergency, room 911, I think it’s a heart attack,” her shrill voice pushed the appropriate panic button and Emily dropped the receiver. She stood and calmly walked to the door. She had indicated to the receptionist the likely form of death, it would be one that he would pass onto the emergency services and it would be the one they would treat as the most urgent when they arrived. Emily needed to buy time for the effects of the potassium to spread through Derek’s body and become a normal part of him. A by-product of his ailments.

Emily reached the kitchen, she picked up a tea towel from the handrail and rubbed the bottle of wine all over with it. She donned her leather jacket. She picked up her laptop. There would be no leftover signs from neoprene she thought and there was nothing she could do about her sex juices on the bed or all over Angelique’s face.

The medics would get here, and try and resuscitate him. They would fail and pronounce him dead, then they would take him to a hospital where all the analysis would take place. Hopefully, enough time would have passed.

Emily approached the lounge. A concerned look on Angelique’s face was telling her that the CPR she was administering wasn’t working. Emily knew that.

“I’ve called the ambulance,” she shrieked, her voice in panic mode, “I’m going, I don’t want to be involved in this.” Emily started crying.

“Is he okay?” She stupidly asked. She knew he wasn’t.

“Does he fucking look okay to you,” shouted Angelique.

Emily shook her head. “I have to go, I’m not staying here when the ambulance arrives. I’m going,” she said as she headed for the door. “I didn’t ask for any of this,” she added.

“I wish – ” Emily started to speak but stopped herself. She left through the door and headed for the stairs. It would be the simplest and least obvious egress from the room and the hotel. It would bring her out at the side of the lift area and she only had to sneak through reception and into the waiting car. Few people if any, ever used the stairs and never this high up.

As she was leaving the hotel the blue-lighted ambulance shrieked to a halt. Two emergency service responders leapt from the vehicle and opened the back doors. A third ran inside while another vehicle pulled up behind the ambulance. Probably the medic thought Emily.

She headed out of the swinging doors after waiting for the team of medics to file past her. Once in the car, she paid a sideways glance at Alistair and nodded quickly before turning her head to look out of the side window. For the first time in her life, in this life at least, a tear formed at the corner of her eye and she thought of what would become of Angelique.

She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

“Busy night, tonight,” added Alistair.

Emily remained silent for the whole journey home. She pondered on the job, on the circumstances, on the way it all went. She analysed every move, every mannerism of her behaviour. She walked through the whole operation a thousand times in her head. Nothing was missing. Nothing felt wrong about it.

“Good job?” asked Alistair.

Emily was back to normal.

“All went to plan,” she responded. There was an element of finality about her words.

And then it hit her. Hard. The one plan that she hadn’t seen. Plan C. She couldn’t stop thinking about Angelique. How she treated her? How did she demand to be licked? How she herself became so submissive in her presence? And how that was turned around so quickly. The pleasure she felt from the whole experience, engulfed her.

She looked sideways at Alistair and knew that she dare not mention the fact that she had left her phone number on a piece of paper which was ripped from the notepad on the bedside table and placed under the sheets. She reasoned, that to Angelique, that wouldn’t seem out of place. Not after what they shared.

ooOoo

Two days later, the newspapers announced that an important American man had died in the Waldorf Hotel of a heart attack. Police were not treating the death as suspicious. His wife was left in deep shock and arranging for his body to be returned to the USA as quickly as she could. The President of the USA, no less, had offered her the use of his private jet.

The payment arrived into Emily and Alistair’s bank account. “An extra five hundred thousand for death by natural causes. You’re a genius, my girl,” announced Alistair.

Her phone never rang, yet Emily silently wished that one day, when this employment of hers would come to its natural end, it would.