Psylons 8: First Tango in Paris (Part 2)

A top-secret mission that entails sex and subterfuge.

In our last episode, Joanne and Nick arrived in Paris for a top-secret mission. Today, we find out what that mission entails.

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His liaison with the Russian spy had been arranged on the third floor of the hotel. Nick took the stairs up to scope the landscape in case he needed a quick getaway. He had multiple escape routes planned by the time he knocked on the door.

A woman answered. “Esteban?”

Nick nodded. For this meeting he was Esteban Le Clare, and he had papers to prove it if necessary. “You would be Cherrie?” Probably not her real name either.

The woman matched the photo in his mission briefing. Mid-thirties, dark brunette hair, quite attractive. She spoke English with a deep French accent. “Come in. You brought the product?”

Nick handed her the envelope. “Everything should be in there.”

She motioned him to a cushioned chair.

The suite was luxurious. Comfortable seating, a kitchenette, and what looked to be a fully stocked bar. Through an open doorway in the back, he noted a king-sized bed. This Russian spy was living her best life.

Cherrie sat at a table in front of a laptop computer. She opened the envelope and spilled out the contents, then inserted the drive into the USB port. “We must check that everything is in order before we wire the funds. You understand, of course. Help yourself to a drink if you would like.”

“Can I get something for you?” he asked.

“Vodka on the rocks, if you please.” Despite the French accent, her Russian was showing.

Nick poured her drink and a bourbon neat for himself.

He set the Vodka next to her laptop as she continued to type furiously, then took a seat at the table across from her.

After a few minutes, she stopped typing. “It checks out. The funds should be wired to your account within the hour.”

She picked up her glass and took a sip. “Of course, you are welcome to stay here until the funds clear.” There was a glint in her eye, and Nick probed her mind. They didn’t tell me he would be so handsome.

“I trust you to deliver the funds, of course, but I think I will stick around a bit to finish my drink. I find the company very pleasing.”

The money didn’t matter. The software he was selling the Russians looked like a hack into the US State Department’s computer network. It would take a few months for them to discover that it actually connected them to a special server set up to feed them false information. The software would also open up a back door into their system that would allow CIA hackers to plant an intricate virus to, hopefully, bring down a substantial part of the Russian’s hacking operations.

She motioned him over to more comfortable seating. “Tell me, Mr. Le Clare, do you visit Paris often?”

He shook his head. “This is my first visit. I plan to do some sightseeing before I depart.”

She bent toward him, displaying an attractive expanse of cleavage. “Yes, you must take in the sights. Paris is so accessible this time of year.

Her thoughts were radiating just how accessible she was.

We can move on to plan B, he sent to Joanne. Move into position.

I never doubted your charms for a minute, she sent back

The software exchange was the most important part of the mission, but Cherrie was well established here, and if they could plant some cameras and microphones in this suite, it would be a bonus. But to do that, Nick would have to lure her into the bedroom. That didn’t appear to be a problem.

“You know,” Cherrie said, casting a glance at the bedroom doorway, “I can think of some wonderful ways to spend some time while we’re waiting for those funds to transfer.” The hint was far from subtle.

Nick smiled at her. “What did you have in mind?”

She stood and took Nick’s hand, pulling him to his feet. “Kiss me.”

He did, pulling her into his arms and capturing her lips.

Her pliant body pressed against him as she ardently kissed him. The nipples of her pert breasts pebbled hard through the thin fabric of her dress. Her tongue probed, and Nick opened to accept it. They were in France after all. A French kiss seemed even more appropriate.

Her mind seeped erotic imagery. Things she’d done. Things she wanted to do to him.

His cock rose to attention. And maybe this time you’ll get the attention you desire.

Joanne’s chuckle echoed in his mind. You just can’t get enough, can you? Well, maybe I’ll get a night off.

You don’t really want that, do you?

No.

Good!

He maneuvered Cherrie into the bedroom. Probing her mind, he blurred anything her senses detected outside the bedroom. Go!

He heard the click of Joanne’s lockpicks on the outer door’s keyhole, and noted the shifting shadows through the bedroom doorway as one of the CIA’s best agents went to work wiring the apartment.

Cherrie didn’t appear to notice a thing. She pulled back from him enough to drop the straps off her shoulders, sending her dress sliding to the floor. Braless, she stepped back into his arms in only a skimpy, red thong and sandals. “You’re over dressed,” she hissed.

As she began working the buttons on his shirt, he extracted a condom from his pocket and tossed it onto the nightstand. Better safe than sorry.

You got that right, buster!

It amazed him how thoroughly entrenched she was in his mind. She had to have some latent psychic abilities.

Nick toed off his shoes and stockings as he dropped his trousers, freeing his arms just in time for Cherrie to slide his shirt off. “Are we more even now?”

“We’ll be even when you’re naked,” she said, rubbing his hardening cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

He pulled her back into an embrace and tumbled them both onto the bed. “All in good time, lover. All in good time.”

He needed to give Joanne time to plant all the bugs in the other room.

Palming Cherrie’s breast, he pulled the nipple into his mouth, tonguing it savagely as he enhanced her pleasure centers.

“Oh my God! I’ve never…”

What if I ruin her for other men?

Joanne huffed…mentally. The bitch deserves it. Remember, she’s a Russian spy.

Well, she was a sexy bitch. He kept that thought to himself.

Cherrie rolled him onto his back and slid down his boxer briefs. He raised his hips to assist and enjoyed the delight that rippled through her as his cock popped free.

“You are so big!” Wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft, she brought her mouth down to lick at the precum that seeped from his cockhead.

“Ohhh!” Yeah, it felt so good. “Suck me.”

She did. Taking him deep, opening her throat, she engulfed him to the hilt. Her hand, cupping his balls, gave a gentle squeeze. The woman had some serious skills.

Between the tongue-lashing and the tightness of her throat when she took him deep, Nick had all he could do to hold back the orgasmic tide that tightened his balls. At last, he pulled her head up off him. “Oh no, you are not going to deprive me of the opportunity to return the favor.”

She beamed him a smile. “You have incredible stamina, my stallion.”

He rolled her onto her back, and positioned himself between her legs, running his fingers along her slick folds. Laying flat, he positioned himself to prod her sex with his tongue. Her scent, her flavor — that musky essence of woman that never failed to arouse something primal within him.

He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, tonguing mercilessly, as he sunk two fingers deep within her channel. As his fingers quested, he probed for her response. Her pleasure centers lit up when he touched her in certain places. G spot. Bingo!

He applied more pressure and had her writhing under him. She came hard, crying out and sating every last bit of his growing hunger.

Still, he wanted…needed…a climax of his own.

Reaching for the condom he’d put on the nightstand, he tore it open and sheathed himself. “Are you ready for more.”

Her eyes lit with desire. “Yes, please.”

He pushed inside her, setting an easy rhythm, even though he was close to orgasming. Are you almost finished out there? he sent.

I’m done and on my way out, she replied. Are you almost finished in there?

I’ll meet you at the car in fifteen minutes. He quickened his pace, slamming into her.

“Oh. Oh!” She rocked with another orgasm.

He pushed in balls-deep, and shot his load, then collapsed on her. He pushed up and captured her gaze. “A pleasure doing business with you.”

She smiled. “Be sure to look me up the next time you’re in Paris.”

“I’ll do that,” he answered, though he was pretty sure he would never see her again.

That evening, he lay in Joanne’s arms after making love to her. “I do prefer American spies over Russian spies.”

She sighed. “I am really going to miss being your handler.”

Something fisted in his stomach. “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t heard?”

He shook his head.

“The CIA is setting up a world-wide sex club for you guys that will soon be self-sustaining. Very soon, they’ll be reassigning all the Psylon handlers.”

Shit! This had been such a good setup.

Tune in next week for Psylons 9: Operation Sex Club. Right here in Tantalizing Tales.

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