Chapter 4
They arrive at Cameron's home in Bethesda and Bond escorts M to the door. M looks lovely and smells even better. A professional navy suit with a white blouse...low cut to show off her assets and a lovely green scarf to ward off the November chill.
The usual protocol dictates that Bond stay around the house but not necessarily inside hovering over M. He wishes that were not the case but he is not an agent...this time.
It's times like these that Bond hates substituting as a bodyguard.
M gives him a smile as Douglas kisses her again. The man looks at Bond and tells him to remain outside with his men and that Rosetta will bring them some dinner. Bond could swear the man smirked at him as he said it.
Where is the wife? M said the wife would be here...maybe checking on things in the kitchen? Bond is beginning to get a bad feeling about this.
M pauses and comes up to him when she notices he has not yet moved from his rather rigid spot in the entrance way to Douglas' home.
"Bond...is there a problem?"
"No ma'am."
Douglas Cameron is frowning at Bond still standing in his home and waits to hear the agents excuse. This is that agent that tends to go a little loose on her leash, the one he tried to eliminate as a risk, last year in Bolivia.
Bond, James Bond, her 007, the one he almost had killed...but he eluded capture completely.
M whispers, "Bond...what are you doing still here then?"
"You have not yet dismissed me ma'am."
"Oh, Bond please wait out on the veranda while I have dinner."
Bond's eyes seem to bore into hers for a moment as if he wants to object or say something. Then he relaxes his body.
"Yes ma'am. Call if you need anything M."
Douglas takes this all in and Bond finally leaves when his mistress orders him too, but only after shooting a glare in his direction. Douglas quickly forgets about him and takes Olivia by the arm to the dining room.
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That bitch! How could she! She should feel honoured he bothered with her at all. There are plenty of women that would love to warm his bed and what does she do….damn her!
Douglas should have known it was an act...her instantaneous reaction to slap him at the dinner table was telling. He thought that perhaps she liked things a bit rough so he pinned her arms together and carried her upstairs...
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UPSTAIRS
The next kiss was less cold...she was coming around. Douglas palmed one of her large breasts as he kissed her again.
M pushed him away and stood back. Douglas wandered over to the iced champagne beside the bed he set up before she arrived for dinner. He pours a glass and hands it to her.
"M, my dear I know it has been a while for you but there is no reason to be nervous. I will be gentle...unless you want me to bite?"
"Douglas...I am...well I am rather shocked. You are still married and I assumed ours was an amicable relationship. I did not expect this...at all."
"But darling you and I have always been toeing around this...we do the same job, hold the same ideals and face it we both need excitement, something extra in our lives. We only live vicariously through our agents exploits so let's make some excitement of our own."
M sips the Champaign desperately hoping to find a way to get out of this situation.
"I would have thought that a man such as yourself could find abundant excitement with much younger women than I."
"They are not exciting...they are merely diversions. I have wanted to sleep with you since we met. Now that your husband has died...I figured now would be the time to begin our affair."
M's arms crossed defensively across her lovely breasts. They seem to heave with the action and distract Douglas to no end.
"Really...and what made you wait until Nigel died...some sort of code of honour I don't know about." M uses a tone that border lines on disgust as she says it.
"Well I gathered from any inquires that I made about you that you did not sleep your way to the top...In fact I could not find a single slighted lover in your past. Therefore I deduced that you did not stray, unless you had them killed, nor would you until the old man was gone."
M is internally furious...if she could only get Bond up here…"I see...so now I should automatically fall into bed with you because?"
M's eyebrows raise in that way that Douglas likes so much...her face is truly striking...such a beauty and she has aged so gracefully.
"I don't get you? Why wouldn't you? We are here...we have mutual admiration...the greatest nations and agencies in the world...we cooperate all the time so let's seize the day, so to speak."
M smiles a smile full of malice but Douglas assumes it's one of desire and he pulls her to his lips again.
M wiggles free, "Douglas this has been enlightening... but I will have to think on this. I try not to run into things this quickly in my personal life. Thank you for a lovely dinner and this impromptu tour of your bedroom but I must get back to my hotel now."
This woman is so up tightly British it is beginning to hurt...why the hell is she playing hard to get at their age?
"I think I like you right where you are."
Douglas' becoming angry...she wants to leave with that agent...that blond haired handsome, 007 who stares at her inappropriately and who is currently twiddling his thumbs on his porch.
"Trying to make of with your attractive agent? Perhaps my inquires into your relationship status were not looking in the right direction."
Douglas puts down his champagne glass as he locks the door to the room and moves towards her.
Bond! He thinks she's sleeping with Bond! Even if that were even a remote possibility, none of this is an alternative as far as she's concerned.
"I would never sleep with one of my agents!"
"Why not? I have and it was an adventure...a little unsafe, but an adventure. This is why I have always wanted you Olivia."
M's eyes go wide with the use of her real name. "You presume too much Douglas and my name is off-limits."
"Really...why won't you let yourself enjoy this? It doesn't make sense unless that husband of yours was less than adequate and you never learned to enjoy sex?"
"Sex is enjoyable when it means something...not a diversion to waste bloody time! If you had given me a clearer invitation earlier that implied a dalliance, I would never have come here tonight!"
"It means something to me Olivia...I want you...I could take younger women but I want you...you intrigue me and always have. I would woo you if we had the time but these meetings always end so quickly and I come to London next month and thought if we began our affair here we would naturally continue it when we arrange SIS meetings. I don't usually have to have a debate before I get what I want but you...you would have to be different and more difficult than most."
"Well don't you have this all figured out in your mind. Did you even consider the chance that I would decline this invitation?"
"M...I guess code names do make it hotter. You can call me Director...or Douglas. I have always wanted to hear you pant my name with that sexy voice of yours. This will be wonderful, you will see."
At this point M realizes that he is going to physically assault her but there is a chance she can disarm him if she plays along. Unfortunately she left her handbag with her mobile on the back of her chair in the dining room.
M forces her features to soften and not show the panic that is rising through her body.
"I suppose I will go along with this just once Douglas...I do not want a relationship but a one-off sounds nice." M places her glass of champagne on the dresser after downing the contents.
"I knew you would eventually agree M...now come here sexy."
Douglas grabs M and kisses her passionately. M does not resist and the butterflies in her stomach churn and she feels about to get sick. She pulls away again, "more champagne first."
Douglas smiles and refills both their glasses. He drinks half of his in one go as does she.
"I need to use the bathroom for a little while, why don't you put on some music...perhaps light a few candles. At my age mood lighting is very beneficial."
"Darling M...you don't need mood lighting. You are sexiest woman I have ever met."
M would be flattered if the idiot did not plan on holding her against her will and forcing sex on her.
"Douglas I hope you like a woman who likes to take control?"
The man's face smolders at her as his lights the candles and begins unbuttoning his shirt. the greying chest hairs on his broad chest now exposed for her. Douglas isn't a bad-looking bloke, but she has little no interest in him sexually.
Douglas is staring at her chest waiting for her to begin to disrobe. M removes her suit jacket and scarf. He moves towards her again and she takes a step back.
"I will just be a few minutes...finish getting ready and I will have another glass with you in bed."
M takes her half filled glass into the bath with her and closes and locks the door. She moves to the window to see if she can see Bond but it looks out over the back yard and he is in the front.
M begins searching the room for weapons...christ what the hell is she going to do...kill him with a bloody nail file. That would be a world of trouble. No one is going to believe this...a woman her age embroiled in an international espionage sex scandal.
There is a small closet in the large bathroom. M open it and finds make-up and accessories...his wifes. She rifles through and finds a man's belt...a holster with no gun...damn it!
Hooked on the belt she finds a pair of police hand cuffs. This could work...she finds the keys and put them in the pocket of her skirt with the cuffs.
M moves to the medicine cabinet...looking for sleeping pills...anything...damn...she sees the package of Viagra and there is one missing. She take the Viagra out of the cabinet and sees what she was looking for...sleeping pills. M takes two and puts them into her glass of champagne.
Once they dissolve she undoes the buttons on her blouse to allow it to hang open. M opens the bathroom door to see Douglas propped up on the bed in nothing but his pants. There is soft music and candles lit around the dimly lit room.
M forces a smile on her face and tosses him the box of Viagra.
"I went snooping and thought I should bring you these... just in case. I wouldn't want you to let me down."
Douglas smiles. "Already took one love and I'm more than ready to go, now come here. I was hoping you would be wearing less but I do like the idea of unwrapping you M."
M moves to the bedside table where the champagne is and pours more into her glass and his. She then drops her blouse to the floor to distract him as she switches glasses and hands her's to him.
"To trans Atlantic co-operation."
Douglas smiles and clinks her glass, while staring at her white lace bra...christ she has gorgeous breasts...she has kept a very good figure.
They each down their entire glasses of champagne and put the glasses down. M needs to stall for time.
M pulls out the handcuffs. "Remember how I said I love being in control?" She arches her eyebrows at him seductively.
"Yes I do...how about we save those for later...I think I need you under me first."
M frowns for a moment...she has to gain the upper hand or she will be force to go through with this. Of all the positions she thought she would be in...This was definitely not one of them.
The gall of the man to just assume she would go on her back for him. Agents have done similar for less. However, she is no agent and there is little she has ever asked for but respect from her peers.
M cannot bear to think on failure at this point. Undoubtedly she will survive however, the aftermath...if she fails. If only Bond had stayed with her.
M's damn kingdom for a with only or an emergency at home that forces James to come look for her. Damn it 007! Please come looking and barging in like at work or invading her flat...now would be the time for that sort of unplanned miracle.
M climbs up on the bed and straddles his waist. Douglas waists no time in beginning to kiss her pulling her face tightly to his as his hand hikes up her skirt.
M takes the open hand cuffs out of her pocket and slides them under his pillow and the chain around part of his headboard. Difficult to do without the sound notifying him...but she moans to cover up her actions.
M can feel his arousal against her thigh and he releases her mouth and moves his hands to remove her bra. M moves away by sliding down his thighs and pulling him down flat on his back as she removes his pants...tossing them to the floor.
Douglas smiles at her likely hoping she will use her mouth on him but she crawls up his body to straddle him again.
M takes one of his arms in each of her hands and pushes them over his head, caressing his arm up to his hands as she gives him a deep seductive kiss. M's right hand applies the metal to his wrist and then left quickly while she moans loudly and tongues his mouth.
Once the metal clicks into place she pulls back sitting up on him. Douglas looks confused and then smiles as he pulls his hands. The smile quickly fades as M climbs off him and off the bed.
M picks up her white blouse and does it up...walking over to the chair she grabs her navy suit jacket and puts it on. She loosely drapes her scarf around her neck and turns to look at his confused face that is quickly turning to anger.
"You...what in the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Not what you want to force me too that is for certain. I was misguided in two things; one, that you were my friend and two, that you were an honourable man. You are a dishonest ass who was going to rape me and not think anything of it. Well you will not get away with this."
M unlocks the door and shuts it quickly...she hears him start to yell through the door...the damn pills have not yet begun to take effect she rushes downstairs...but he is going to alert his people too soon.
M takes her bag and goes back upstairs. Douglas looks livid...still alert despite the pills. M needs a few hours to get out of the county at least.
"Un-cuff me M...you will regret this woman!"
"I think it is you that will regret this more." M snaps a few photos of him naked and cuffed in his own bed.
Then she hits record on the device and sets it down on the dresser behind her. Not so much for images but for sound. Cameron is in view and only the back of her if she shows up in camera range at all. M hopes that she accomplished this so that he took little or no notice after hitting record.
"Now stop yelling Douglas. I was not the one who began this little tryst. In fact I wanted no part of this!"
"Un-cuff me damn it! I will hold you down and take you roughly once I get my hands on you M!"
"I think you touched me enough...against my will. Do your superiors know you like to sexually assault women in your down time...or your wife Susan for that matter?"
"I don't sexually assault anyone...they come willingly!"
"Oh really? Was I willing when you forced a kiss on me downstairs? Or how about when you had to carry me up to your bedroom and locked the door, blocking it so I could not get away?"
"You let me…"
"ONLY AFTER YOU GAVE ME NO CHOICE BUT TO PLAY ALONG!"
"BITCH! LET ME GO OR I SWEAR YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!"
"I see, so sleep with you or die? Are you going to take care of me yourself or are one of the agents of the CIA going to take out the head of MI6?"
"I will strangle you as I take you M...if it is the last thing I do...I will punish you myself!"
"It is good that I get a head start then. I will send the photo to your wife...you may keep your job so long as you never mention this or do this to anyone else ever again. Your marriage on the other hand...It is a fitting payment I think...for attempted rape."
"Capture or kill order M...once my men get me out...I will issue the order...you will not make it home before I get to you...if you send that picture to Susan I will kill that blonde troublesome agent of yours and take you over my desk!"
"I don't think your plans will come to pass. I will have a few hours head start after all."
M stuffs her scarf in his mouth...avoiding his teeth as he tries to bite her. She takes the mobile and takes a few more pictures. M sends all the still photos to the number she has for Susan Cameron.
M leaves the room closing the door and walks quickly outside the house. Bond and the other agents turn towards her suddenly.
M smiles, "Bond get the car here...we are done dinner." Bond moves down the stairs with his mobile. M turns to the two CIA guards, "Douglas was not feeling well...he wanted me to tell you that he went straight to bed and you may do as you usually do."
The two men smiled at her and nodded. They went back inside to do what they usually do. M walks down the step quickly and hooks her arm through Bond's pulling him down the lane.
Bond knows instantly that something is wrong. "M?"
"007 we have to get out of here now! There will be a capture or kill order on us as soon as they figure out what happened. I have bought us some time...I think. So now it is up to you, 007 to make the most of it and get us out of here."
Bond frowns and open the door to the car for her. They climb into the back and head out into the night.
To be continued...