WITH THIS RING REVISED-PARTS III AND IV
This part never made it to the original. I apologize for that oversight. This addition should make the
story complete.
Parts III DISCLAIMER: See Part I
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Sexual tension prevails between the two partners as Lee instructs Amanda on another version
of the Peacock dance, the version where intensity is very evident.
PART III
Back in the Q Bureau.
Lee took a look at the suggestive outfits Leatherneck had supplied for Amanda, mostly gowns, but low
cut and seductive. The colors were beautiful, and would complement her slim figure. He waited for her
to comment, but she just shook her head in reluctant agreement. Scarecrow took her in his arms, because
he felt she needed a hug. Amanda was amazed at how Lee always knew when she needed him, which
added to the intensity of her feelings for him. He continued to hold her and kissed her forehead. Amanda
clung to him, always renewed in his comfort, even though words might not be spoken.
"I think I know what's bothering you. Look, we should talk, but not here," soothed Lee. Why don't you
stay at my apartment tonight. We can go to Emelio's for dinner. Go home and pack, tell you mother that
you leave tonight on assignment for Port St. Lucie. I'll pick you up at 5:15 p.m. That way we only have to
use one car. We can go over the briefing later at my place. I promise I'll be good, Amanda. Well, what do
you think?" "That's sounds like a good idea. I'll see you later, then," agreed Amanda. "Great, see you
then."
Later, on his way to Arlington, Lee was deep in thought. "She's hurting inside. I know her, she's scared,
about this case, about our relationship. I'm scared for her. I can't lose her. Damn ---I love her. I can't
forget that cover kiss we shared at San Angelo. Emotionally, I'm toast. Her lips were so soft and tender.
I dream about her and think about her all the time since then. So much for objectivity on the job.
Damn, Amanda, why do you have to be so beautiful, so caring, always defending me, always there for me."
A car horn telling him to move on brought Lee to his senses.
"Mother, I'll be at eh High Sierro Hotel, Port St. Lucie, at least through next Saturday, a week. We're
filming a documentary about the island life. "It's beautiful down there this time of year, Amanda, have a good time," Dotty prescribed. "Thank you, Mother, I'll try and bring some souvenirs back with me."
"Of course, Mr. Stetson will be with you, right?" Dotty gave her daughter the familiar "he's the one" look
"Mother---please don't start," Amanda had grown tired of this overused scenario. "All right, Amanda,
all right, but he's such a catch."
Amanda packed her warm weather clothing, and was ready in time for Lee to pick her up. He placed
her luggage in the trunk of the Vette, and proceeded to Emelio's. Reservations were for 6:00 p.m.
They sat at their usual table in the back. They had gone to dinner here several times previously,
and it was their special table. As Lee drank his wine, he glanced at his partner. The romantic candlelight
danced in her beautiful brown eyes, which were now burning into his soul. His gaze never left hers.
He kissed her hand, all the love he felt for her surfacing unconsciously in his eyes. He wanted
her, there was no doubt in his mind, and he needed her. He shuttered at the depth of emotion this woman
evoked in him. Never, had he felt this way before. All the uncertainty he previously encountered
was rapidly dissipating. Does she feel the same way? Yesterday, we weren't completely sure.
"Lee, are you o.k.?" Amanda saw him shake, and was worried. Scarecrow came out of his reverie.
"Yeah, sure, just lost in thought is all." How was he going to get through this night? Once back to
reality and Lee, the agent, taking over, he relayed, "Amanda, I'll be working with you later tonight on a
variation of the peacock dance. That's when one agent approaches another agent for the purpose of
exchanging intelligence, or protecting a cover. In order to achieve success with this dance, a sexual
connection is usually established, sometimes rather ardent. You have never participated in this dance
on a previous mission, therefore, in order for the dance to look effective, you'll need practice, especially
with the faked intensity. We can use stimulatives, if necessary, but I've never had to resort to these in any
case so far. You can carry some with you, just in case. They show the same effect, but only last a short
time. Their should be rooms that are set aside at the hotel for the call girls. We will be probably be using
one of those rooms. They normally have cameras, so that the perpetrators can view what we are doing, to
make sure it is genuine. I'm going to try and cover those cameras when we are alone in that bedroom. I've
done this before, but have never had to consummate a sexual act as yet. Hopefully, this will be the worst
part of the job this time around." "I can do this, Lee. I know I can," Amanda's smile definite.
"Amanda, even Francine has never gone this far. It isn't going to be easy, but is needed to convince Diaz.
"I'll be ready, Lee," Amanda affirmed. Lee shook his head in wonder. "Let's get out of here and go to
my place."
Back At Lee's Apartment
"O.K., Scenario time. Look, it would be best for you to wear one of your outfits while we practice to
make the situation seem real, sort of a dress rehearsal." Amanda returned in a low cut yellow evening
gown, very promiscuous. Lee couldn't take his eyes off her for a long moment. "From now on," his
voice cracked, "I'm Nick Sinclaire, and you are Mandy, call girl extraordinaire. Let's try it."
"Well, Mr. Diaz, please introduce me to this gorgeous creature," beamed Nick, looking Mandy up and
down as she approached him. We pretend Armando Diaz makes the intros. "Ms. Kraft. How do you do?
I'm Nick Sinclaire, head of Le Girls, straight from Las Vegas, honey, and I like what I see very much."
"Nice to meet you," Mandy purrs at Nick seductively, "do any of your male employees look as good as
you?" "Thanks for the compliment, Mandy. Mr. Diaz says that you have excellent experience, and he
wishes you to work for him for $50,000 a year. I can top that, Mandy, to $60,000 and above for someone
like you. There has to be an initiation, though, you know, as proof. Usually, I take care of that aspect
myself. Would you like a drink, and we can discuss this at length?" Nick pulls her to his side and moves
Mandy to a nearby couch. "Amanda, you're doing great so far, let's continue," a proud Lee confirmed.
"Ms. Kraft," Nick said admiringly, "I reviewed your resume. I'm highly impressed. If you pass initiation,
how soon can you start?" He had moved very close to her now. "Wait a minute, Mr. Sinclaire, Mr. Diaz,
wanted to hire me. He doesn't require an initiation," countered Mandy. "Yeah, how about that, Stetson?"
Amanda asked. "Yes he will, Amanda, with one of his assistants, and for less money." You can't win.
"Oh well, then, what do I have to do?" "You need to show me a good time, sweetie," laughed Lee-or
Nick. "How soon," Mandy stated warily. "As soon as possible, I already have a room booked for us
Are you ready?" Nick crooned. "Let me freshen up first I'll meet you there, honey." "First door to your
right, up the steps. See you soon, lover,' Nick was all smiles.
"Amanda, wonderful. Now comes the difficult part. You've done great so far. Carry the sweet mace, just
in case," Lee recommended. "Now, the intensity starts, and has to look convincing. To the bedroom, please. "Hi, hon, ready," smiles Nick, as Mandy approaches Lee's bedroom. He wrapped his arms around
her waist before they entered the room, and kissed her passionately, crushing her to him. Mandy responded
eagerly, moving her arms around Nick's neck. Their kiss deepened. Nick started unzipping her dress, as
they headed toward the bed. Nick looked into her eyes, "well, sweetie, show me your stuff." Following
his lead, and with a seductive movement, Mandy began to climb out of her outfit. There was no bra to this
dress. All the underclothing Mandy had on were lace bikini panties.
Lee adamantly interrupted, "stop, Amanda, please, practice is over." Amanda cowered in a heap on Lee's
bed, her dress barely clinging to her. Lee placed his shirt over her. She started shaking, and the tears
came quickly. "You won't have to go that far, I promise," Lee sat beside her, placing his arm around her
for comfort.
"I'm sorry, Lee, it's just that"---, she placed her head on his chest. "Yeah, I know. I know, hon," he
kissed her forehead. It will be o.k., you'll see." There goes the inclination toward the silver lining from
our Scarecrow. Amanda pressed closer to Scarecrow, grateful for the comfort and closeness. "You were
wonderful. We're all set," the optimistic Lee promised. "We had better get to bed. It's late. We have a
few tense days ahead of us." It was all he could do, to use his self-control, and remain emotionless.
"Good night, Amanda," Lee said tenderly. As he turned one last time toward her, he looked into her
expressive, brown eyes and almost lost it. "Never get emotionally involved," he thought, "always maintain
professionalism with regard to your co-workers," he added, as his lips descended on hers.
Their kiss was possessive. Lee parted her lips with his tongue, she opened her mouth instantly, granting
him entrance. Their tongues danced together like fire, exploring,, flirting mercilessly. "Oh, Amanda,"
he whispered in her ear. Lee pulled her to him as closely as possible. His shirt slipped from her shoulders,
exposing her open front. "Amanda, oh God, I want you," Lee was losing control. His hand traveled toward her open front, grazing her nipples. His hand pulled back. "Don't stop, Lee, please," she moaned,
her body trembling in anticipation. "Amanda, are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Lee, I'm sure," she
stammered, looking up at him with passion filled eyes. "I love you, Manda," he confessed, "I love you,"
Lee buried his face in her hair. "Then make love to me, Scarecrow, because I love you, too, with all my
heart." "Yes, ma'am," replied her partner, the biggest grin on his face. The barriers all came down, as best
friends made the transition to become lovers.
To Be Continued-Soon
This part never made it to the original. I apologize for that oversight. This addition should make the
story complete.
Parts III DISCLAIMER: See Part I
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Sexual tension prevails between the two partners as Lee instructs Amanda on another version
of the Peacock dance, the version where intensity is very evident.
PART III
Back in the Q Bureau.
Lee took a look at the suggestive outfits Leatherneck had supplied for Amanda, mostly gowns, but low
cut and seductive. The colors were beautiful, and would complement her slim figure. He waited for her
to comment, but she just shook her head in reluctant agreement. Scarecrow took her in his arms, because
he felt she needed a hug. Amanda was amazed at how Lee always knew when she needed him, which
added to the intensity of her feelings for him. He continued to hold her and kissed her forehead. Amanda
clung to him, always renewed in his comfort, even though words might not be spoken.
"I think I know what's bothering you. Look, we should talk, but not here," soothed Lee. Why don't you
stay at my apartment tonight. We can go to Emelio's for dinner. Go home and pack, tell you mother that
you leave tonight on assignment for Port St. Lucie. I'll pick you up at 5:15 p.m. That way we only have to
use one car. We can go over the briefing later at my place. I promise I'll be good, Amanda. Well, what do
you think?" "That's sounds like a good idea. I'll see you later, then," agreed Amanda. "Great, see you
then."
Later, on his way to Arlington, Lee was deep in thought. "She's hurting inside. I know her, she's scared,
about this case, about our relationship. I'm scared for her. I can't lose her. Damn ---I love her. I can't
forget that cover kiss we shared at San Angelo. Emotionally, I'm toast. Her lips were so soft and tender.
I dream about her and think about her all the time since then. So much for objectivity on the job.
Damn, Amanda, why do you have to be so beautiful, so caring, always defending me, always there for me."
A car horn telling him to move on brought Lee to his senses.
"Mother, I'll be at eh High Sierro Hotel, Port St. Lucie, at least through next Saturday, a week. We're
filming a documentary about the island life. "It's beautiful down there this time of year, Amanda, have a good time," Dotty prescribed. "Thank you, Mother, I'll try and bring some souvenirs back with me."
"Of course, Mr. Stetson will be with you, right?" Dotty gave her daughter the familiar "he's the one" look
"Mother---please don't start," Amanda had grown tired of this overused scenario. "All right, Amanda,
all right, but he's such a catch."
Amanda packed her warm weather clothing, and was ready in time for Lee to pick her up. He placed
her luggage in the trunk of the Vette, and proceeded to Emelio's. Reservations were for 6:00 p.m.
They sat at their usual table in the back. They had gone to dinner here several times previously,
and it was their special table. As Lee drank his wine, he glanced at his partner. The romantic candlelight
danced in her beautiful brown eyes, which were now burning into his soul. His gaze never left hers.
He kissed her hand, all the love he felt for her surfacing unconsciously in his eyes. He wanted
her, there was no doubt in his mind, and he needed her. He shuttered at the depth of emotion this woman
evoked in him. Never, had he felt this way before. All the uncertainty he previously encountered
was rapidly dissipating. Does she feel the same way? Yesterday, we weren't completely sure.
"Lee, are you o.k.?" Amanda saw him shake, and was worried. Scarecrow came out of his reverie.
"Yeah, sure, just lost in thought is all." How was he going to get through this night? Once back to
reality and Lee, the agent, taking over, he relayed, "Amanda, I'll be working with you later tonight on a
variation of the peacock dance. That's when one agent approaches another agent for the purpose of
exchanging intelligence, or protecting a cover. In order to achieve success with this dance, a sexual
connection is usually established, sometimes rather ardent. You have never participated in this dance
on a previous mission, therefore, in order for the dance to look effective, you'll need practice, especially
with the faked intensity. We can use stimulatives, if necessary, but I've never had to resort to these in any
case so far. You can carry some with you, just in case. They show the same effect, but only last a short
time. Their should be rooms that are set aside at the hotel for the call girls. We will be probably be using
one of those rooms. They normally have cameras, so that the perpetrators can view what we are doing, to
make sure it is genuine. I'm going to try and cover those cameras when we are alone in that bedroom. I've
done this before, but have never had to consummate a sexual act as yet. Hopefully, this will be the worst
part of the job this time around." "I can do this, Lee. I know I can," Amanda's smile definite.
"Amanda, even Francine has never gone this far. It isn't going to be easy, but is needed to convince Diaz.
"I'll be ready, Lee," Amanda affirmed. Lee shook his head in wonder. "Let's get out of here and go to
my place."
Back At Lee's Apartment
"O.K., Scenario time. Look, it would be best for you to wear one of your outfits while we practice to
make the situation seem real, sort of a dress rehearsal." Amanda returned in a low cut yellow evening
gown, very promiscuous. Lee couldn't take his eyes off her for a long moment. "From now on," his
voice cracked, "I'm Nick Sinclaire, and you are Mandy, call girl extraordinaire. Let's try it."
"Well, Mr. Diaz, please introduce me to this gorgeous creature," beamed Nick, looking Mandy up and
down as she approached him. We pretend Armando Diaz makes the intros. "Ms. Kraft. How do you do?
I'm Nick Sinclaire, head of Le Girls, straight from Las Vegas, honey, and I like what I see very much."
"Nice to meet you," Mandy purrs at Nick seductively, "do any of your male employees look as good as
you?" "Thanks for the compliment, Mandy. Mr. Diaz says that you have excellent experience, and he
wishes you to work for him for $50,000 a year. I can top that, Mandy, to $60,000 and above for someone
like you. There has to be an initiation, though, you know, as proof. Usually, I take care of that aspect
myself. Would you like a drink, and we can discuss this at length?" Nick pulls her to his side and moves
Mandy to a nearby couch. "Amanda, you're doing great so far, let's continue," a proud Lee confirmed.
"Ms. Kraft," Nick said admiringly, "I reviewed your resume. I'm highly impressed. If you pass initiation,
how soon can you start?" He had moved very close to her now. "Wait a minute, Mr. Sinclaire, Mr. Diaz,
wanted to hire me. He doesn't require an initiation," countered Mandy. "Yeah, how about that, Stetson?"
Amanda asked. "Yes he will, Amanda, with one of his assistants, and for less money." You can't win.
"Oh well, then, what do I have to do?" "You need to show me a good time, sweetie," laughed Lee-or
Nick. "How soon," Mandy stated warily. "As soon as possible, I already have a room booked for us
Are you ready?" Nick crooned. "Let me freshen up first I'll meet you there, honey." "First door to your
right, up the steps. See you soon, lover,' Nick was all smiles.
"Amanda, wonderful. Now comes the difficult part. You've done great so far. Carry the sweet mace, just
in case," Lee recommended. "Now, the intensity starts, and has to look convincing. To the bedroom, please. "Hi, hon, ready," smiles Nick, as Mandy approaches Lee's bedroom. He wrapped his arms around
her waist before they entered the room, and kissed her passionately, crushing her to him. Mandy responded
eagerly, moving her arms around Nick's neck. Their kiss deepened. Nick started unzipping her dress, as
they headed toward the bed. Nick looked into her eyes, "well, sweetie, show me your stuff." Following
his lead, and with a seductive movement, Mandy began to climb out of her outfit. There was no bra to this
dress. All the underclothing Mandy had on were lace bikini panties.
Lee adamantly interrupted, "stop, Amanda, please, practice is over." Amanda cowered in a heap on Lee's
bed, her dress barely clinging to her. Lee placed his shirt over her. She started shaking, and the tears
came quickly. "You won't have to go that far, I promise," Lee sat beside her, placing his arm around her
for comfort.
"I'm sorry, Lee, it's just that"---, she placed her head on his chest. "Yeah, I know. I know, hon," he
kissed her forehead. It will be o.k., you'll see." There goes the inclination toward the silver lining from
our Scarecrow. Amanda pressed closer to Scarecrow, grateful for the comfort and closeness. "You were
wonderful. We're all set," the optimistic Lee promised. "We had better get to bed. It's late. We have a
few tense days ahead of us." It was all he could do, to use his self-control, and remain emotionless.
"Good night, Amanda," Lee said tenderly. As he turned one last time toward her, he looked into her
expressive, brown eyes and almost lost it. "Never get emotionally involved," he thought, "always maintain
professionalism with regard to your co-workers," he added, as his lips descended on hers.
Their kiss was possessive. Lee parted her lips with his tongue, she opened her mouth instantly, granting
him entrance. Their tongues danced together like fire, exploring,, flirting mercilessly. "Oh, Amanda,"
he whispered in her ear. Lee pulled her to him as closely as possible. His shirt slipped from her shoulders,
exposing her open front. "Amanda, oh God, I want you," Lee was losing control. His hand traveled toward her open front, grazing her nipples. His hand pulled back. "Don't stop, Lee, please," she moaned,
her body trembling in anticipation. "Amanda, are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Lee, I'm sure," she
stammered, looking up at him with passion filled eyes. "I love you, Manda," he confessed, "I love you,"
Lee buried his face in her hair. "Then make love to me, Scarecrow, because I love you, too, with all my
heart." "Yes, ma'am," replied her partner, the biggest grin on his face. The barriers all came down, as best
friends made the transition to become lovers.
To Be Continued-Soon