The invisible Spy
A/N: Just a friendly warning that chapters 6 and 7 will deal with a more mature subject matter. Take heed and read responsibly. If this subject matter offends you, please go read something else.
And now, on with the story...
Chapter Six: Scales : Part one
Louie had had a busy day. Solving a mystery involving a spy along with help from some new friends. This didn't compare to the mystery of the pretty Calico cat he had spotted on his afternoon rounds. She had taken up residence in the stables and had completely ignored him when he had passed by. Imagine, ignoring him, the Master Spy Catcher and Royal Mouser! Well, he'd just have to have a word with her. Or two. But that could wait until tomorrow, no need to rush things. He stretched out on his own pillow and soon dropped off to sleep. He would rest and wait until the next time the invisible spy would again be called upon to save the kingdom. After all, who takes notice of the kitty cat, unless he wants to be seen.
And that was the story of how Fat Louie caught the spy and saved his home, not to mention his title, and how Genovia became home to a Spanish family of mice. But there was more going on in the castle that evening that Louie wasn't aware of. There was the problem of Joseph swatting the Queen's bottom...
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His cologne of choice, Black Suede, was a good choice for the man sitting across the table from her.
Dark, mysterious, revealing nothing until he deemed the time was ripe. The scent filled her with images of long walks in the garden, snatching bits of time for a lingering kiss. Discreetly adjusting schedules to spend some quality time together. Like a simple picnic in a secluded corner of the garden that had turned into the most exquisite love making she had ever experienced. She squirmed at the mere thought of lying in his arms afterwards, totally and utterly spent.
After the negotiations had been postponed, she had rushed back to her suite, peeling off clothes as soon as she dared. The hot shower had eased tired muscles but had done nothing to relieve the tightening coil at the center of her being. Only one thing could remedy that particular problem. She had selected her clothing, a pink flowered silk blouse with the matching solid colored skirt, (with coordinated underwear); an explicit hint that she wanted the business of dinner dispensed with as quickly as possible.
His eyes found and held hers; she twisted in her seat again. He had the power to do that...just a look that made the moist heat leap from smoldering ashes to consuming flame. Being Head of Security, he couldn't have missed the extra button left undone and the splattering of freckles strewn over the swell of her breasts. She breathed deeply, the edge of her bra peeking out from behind unfastened buttons. Protocol and duty be damned! She needed him and had no reservations about showing him she was ready to be taken.
He pulled an envelope from an inside coat pocket, laying it on the table, holding it a moment before withdrawing his hand.
"What's this, Joseph?" Clarisse wondered.
"My birthday is in two weeks as you well know. I've been thinking of retiring. I may go to San Francisco...as a tourist."
In that few seconds all the air had been sucked from the room. Clarisse found it difficult to breathe; life without Joseph would be existing, not living. And not a life she was interested in living.
"I...I can't accept that." Somehow she rose, making the way across the room on unsteady legs. She stared out the window, wiping at the tears that had come unbidden to her eyes and moistened her cheeks.
"It's my reaction to you slapping my bottom, isn't it?" It was the only thing she could think of that would explain his talk of resignation. Not that she was thinking very clearly at this point. Talk about killing the mood.
'Slap!' The smack across her bottom stung, sending a shock wave up her spine. She hadn't been aware of him approaching. The blow had been a surprise, so out of character for him.
"No, Clarisse, not at all but..." 'Slap' "We'll have no more secrets between us!" His hand on her wrist was like a steel trap, dragging her back to his chair. Stumbling, she lost one high-heel shoe in the process. He forced her to lay unceremoniously across his lap. Clarisse felt her skirt being pushed upward, bunched around her waist, exposing the dark tops of nylons, garter belt and pink satiny panties.
'Slap' "Tell me about the mice, Clarisse. You were right, that story isn't in your file, I looked. Tell me why you are so afraid of mice."
"Can't we get more comfortable, Joseph?" There was something stabbing her tummy, speaking volumes that he was enjoying the view of firm dancer's legs encased in sheer nylon, soft creamy thighs that still screamed to be touched.
'Slap' "We're not negotiating, Clarisse."
** Clarisse's Story **
"When I was twelve, two things happened that changed my life. Puberty struck and Genovia experienced the worst storm in recorded history. This happened before Rupert showed any interest in me. Maybe my breasts blooming overnight, (or it seemed to a twelve year old), was the reason for his interest, it certainly wasn't love.
"Father said a bad storm was brewing, he had never seen so many mice hunting shelter before.."
** Interruption**
Clarisse felt her panties being lowered slowly, the stick stabbing her stomach was turning into a tree limb, a thick branch in fact. By shifting slightly, she was able to reach between their bodies, letting her fingers trace the outline of his throbbing member.
** Clarisse Continues **
It was the day before the dark storm clouds appeared on the horizon that the first of the mice entered our house. That was the first wave, mother and I took turns sweeping the mice out the door. The more we swept out, the more of the little devils found their way in.
** Second interruption **
'Slap' "What did you do, Clarisse?"
"What do you want, Joseph?! I'm half nude, my bare rear end at your mercy-are you enjoying this?"
'Slap' "The mice, Clarisse! I want to know..."
** The story continues **
"I ran! Alright, Joseph? Late at night, tired from sweeping mice, I went to bed. I wanted to read a story I had started the day before. As I read about a princess finding her prince, the storm broke, winds howled, rain hammered at the window in my little room. The lights had gone out, I was reading by candlelight when I became aware of scratching sounds, weird, secretive, alarming scratching noises.
"I lifted my candle, burned low now, to see the floor moving. Roiling, tumbling, the floor was never still. I lifted the candle higher...I saw...Oh, Joseph, it was horrible!...so many mice, they covered the floor completely. Some had gotten so brave they were trying to climb upon the bed with me! I could feel their little claws pulling at the bed covers. Three mice peeked over the foot of the bed at me, their beady black eyes darting around but always they came back to rest on me.
"I may have screamed, my parents never told me, I only remember running. I kicked mice out of my way, Did I kill any? I didn't know, didn't care. My only thought was to get out! Out of my room, out of the house. And I ran, I ran until my lungs felt like they were on fire, I couldn't breath without grimacing in pain. My legs felt like rubber, I've often wondered how they carried me on but they did. Through the storm, through the underbrush; terrified, blind with fear, I ran.
"I found the tree by accident, (she laughed), actually, I ran straight into it. I fell, scuttling forward under the protective branches. I only wore a thin nightgown and was soaked to the skin, my feet bled from the cuts I received in my mad dash. Cold, wet, scared, exhausted, I fell asleep.
"Joseph, don't you find it ironic, I love storms and the rain but hate mice?"
**End of story **
"Now, will you please take me to bed, Joseph?"
He allowed her to rise, sweeping her up in his arms, kissing her lips as he carried her to the bedroom. Seeing the bed, Clarisse started to giggle.
"There's two pieces of chocolate." She explained her giggles.
"So?" Joseph had other things on his mind besides chocolate.
"Silly, Olivia usually only leaves a single piece of chocolate with the turn down service."
"Clarisse, I'm of the opinion that our secret isn't as secret as we thought." They both began to laugh.
TBC