Chapter 10
Chang sat in the middle of the comfortable couch looking across the small table to the wonderfully deadly woman on the other side. He won't admit it but he looks forward to these meetings. They usually discuss important happenings that would affect their businesses then argue about differences in managing then the fun would start. It had been almost two weeks since their last meeting, but he had a feeling that this one wasn't going to end where he hoped. Something big had happened that could prove to cause some serious difficulties.
"What are your thoughts?" Balakia asks pulling the cigar from her lips.
"Well, it could be a good thing. The cartel is always underfoot and boasting about their superiority. Frankly I am glad they are gone. On the other hand this could cause a lot of serious problems. The most immediate being that one of the smaller groups decides to fill the gap, of course the others won't stand for that and the streets would be bloody once again. The Italians have started to mass their numbers in the event they are targeted. Some see it as they are guilty of the hit and are preparing to take out someone else while others just see them as preparing to protect themselves from the after effects. They in advertently gained a lot of clout thanks to this, even if they didn't do it. Another thing is that the cartels, who have no doubt heard about this, will probably send someone to set up shop to keep their foothold here." Chang replies looking her body over.
"We won't have to worry about the cartels for awhile. Apparently sometime this morning the Americans attacked their stronghold in their war against drugs. They didn't last long. I have not doubts that their upper guys managed to escape, but the death toll was huge so we may not see anything or it may be another group from outside to move in."
Chang thinks for a moment, "Do you think the Italians were involved?"
"Not a chance. They are too cowardly and only start a fight that they are sure they can win. No this was done by a professional. The question is who hired him and why." Balakia replies taking another drag off her cigar. "There is the possibility that this was staged by the government. There are rumors about a joint operation between several countries attempting to stop our business ventures."
Changs eyebrows raise slightly, "Oh? I assume you have your suspicions."
"I do but I want to see how this plays out. It very well could work to our advantage. Without the scum running around, life would be much easier and much more profitable."
"Hmm, I can imagine. You will inform me if this little idea of yours is coming to fruition right? After all, you wouldn't want your primary ally and rival to be left in the dark."
Balakia grins, "Don't worry chang baby, I will tell you what you need to know."
Chang sighs, "You always have to make it hard don't you. Very well I will have people look into and see what I can find. Is there anything else I should know about?"
"If what I think is going on, be prepared. If he weakens your forces too much, you know what I have to do," Balakia says with a hint of amusement.
"Be sure to heed your own warning," Chang growls before standing. He turns to leave when Balakias voice calls him back.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry? The night is young."
Chang grins before loosening his tie and turning back to face her.
Eda is driving around the red light district outside the brothel that Katya works at. She had been looking for the last forty-five minutes and hadn't seen the girl so she can only assume her intel was wrong or the girl is busy entertaining a customer. She sighs as she turns back down the road to the safe house.
She begins to wonder how the operative is going to get into the brothel and realizes there is only one way. He will have to walk through the front door and approach the girl, then take her to her room for a romp. She grins thinking about how he will have to be in the light in order for them to see her and there are a lot of street lights between here and there. Now she will discover what he looks like.
Pulling into the alley beside the safe house, she turns off the car and makes her way to the door. As she reaches for the handle the door opens and a rather hard looking man stands before her. She quickly draws her pistol and just as quickly releases it as the man reached out and grabbed two pressure points on her arm she didn't know she had. Her arm went numb as soon as he touched her causing her to drop her pistol to the ground.
"You shouldn't do that," the man says in a deep voice with the smell of cigarettes on his breath. "I might actually hurt you next time." He had a slightly accented English.
She eyes the man carefully as he turns into the house and turns on a light.
"Who are you?" she asks picking up her pistol preparing to turn on the man.
"I'm glad the disguise gets your approval," he replies in the same cold voice the operative uses.
Eda is shocked. The operative is wearing a tan hat over his long hair, reflective aviator glass, his entire wardrobe is black with a long sleeve shirt, fatigue trousers and combat boots. Looking back at his face, she sees a man with a few days growth on his face and a long scar on his right cheek that disappears under the glasses, presumably passing over his eye. There was no way she would have thought that the operative looked like this. "Why are you disguised? Surely it isn't just so I can look at you."
"Did you bring the girl?" he asks turning towards her.
Eda shakes her head, "I didn't see her. She must have been inside or entertaining another guest."
"That is why. I will have to go see her myself and what better way than to look like the normal dregs that pass through the place." The man says back in his deep accented voice.
"I know I shouldn't ask, but what is the mission?" she asks curiously.
"You're right you shouldn't ask because I can't answer. Now you may go do whatever it is you do. I suggest though that you get some sleep as I will be bringing the girl by shortly, things will be heating up soon if they haven't already started."
"How-" Eda begins to ask but is cut off.
"I planned it that way. Now I have to leave so feel free to go about your business. I will meet you here tomorrow night around midnight, unless you would like to stay tonight and participate," the operative says as he leaves out the back door.
The clerk looks at the mercenary before him and fights his revulsion at the sight. Mercenaries and Americans are by far the worst on the girls. They sometimes ask for the strangest things and he can't bear the sight of them. He sometimes feels sorry for the girls since they take anyone as long as they have money and mercenaries have lots of that. Like right now he feels a slight bit of regret for allowing this…thing to buy time with the bosses' most popular girl.
"You said Katya right?" he asks in broken English.
"Yes, an acquaintance said she is the best you have," the deep voiced rather intimidating man replies holding up a stack of bills. "I would like her for the entire night and most of tomorrow."
The clerks' eyes widen at the amount. It is easily twice what a night with the girl would normally cost. That gets him thinking. "You don't plan on doing anything…strange do you? If you want someone to beat up, then Katya is not one for you. What about-"
"I don't plan on doing anything like that. I am just passing through and I need the relaxation only a professional can provide. I assume you understand my predicament."
"Do you wish to stay here?" the clerk asks eyeing the money carefully, knowing he didn't have to ask that question.
"No, I have arranged accommodations," the man replies.
Nodding the clerk takes the money and heads towards the stairs. Going up two floors he turns down the hall and makes his way to the last room on the end. He pushes the door open and gestures for the man to enter.
"Get up Katya. He has paid for all night and tomorrow. You will be accompanying him." He says then cringes as the man begins to grin and gestures for her to follow him.
The clerk shakes his head and heads back down stairs.
Katya sighs internally but keeps on a seductive smile as she holds her clothes for tomorrow. She has been so busy tonight and she doesn't think she will meet with the man who is supposed to help her get out of here and now she has to spend the night with another man so she won't even be around to see him if he comes by. Thoughts of betrayal and sorrow fill her slightly but she suppresses them. Looking outside the window, she realizes that she is heading to one of the better neighborhoods. Nowhere is safe in Roanapur but this area is safer than others. It is controlled by the Russians so the petty gangs don't usually cause any trouble.
Turning back to the man who is driving, she feels her body begin to warm. He isn't that bad to look at and just exudes sexuality as if he himself is a professional. She begins to wonder why he had to pick up a hooker. He could have easily gotten a regular girl for the night. Compared to most of her regulars, he is a ten where they are barely a one or two. She begins to fear that he may have those violent tastes that most of the mercenaries have.
She is slightly surprised when the turn into an alley beside a small rundown house. She expected a romp in a hotel room or maybe at one of the gangs hideouts. As the car stops and the lights turn off, the man exits and waits for her to follow. Once inside the house with the door closed, the man pulls her roughly towards him and begins running his hands all over her body, pushing her clothes off at the same time while his lips cover hers.
Picking her up bridal style, he carries her to one of the rooms and tosses her on the bed before he kisses her hard on the mouth and begins to run his hands over her firm breasts. The way his hands caress her skin and the ability of his tongue in her mouth actually get her wet, much to her surprise.
She stops a gasp from leaving her mouth as she realizes that she is getting turned on and tries to turn to look at the man but he holds her in place putting kisses on her neck before traveling lower. Her mind protests that she shouldn't be feeling anything but her body is reacting of its own accord. His lips latch on to one of her nipples and she gasps as pleasure begins to radiate from her body. Wrapping her hands in his hair, she pulls him closer, holding him to her breast. One of his hands is massaging her other tit as he lower body begins to grind against hers.
Katya moans as he assaults her senses, her juices are flowing heavily now and her desire is growing. She has only been a whore for about a year but the older girls told her that every once in a while she will find a man that it just seems right. Just his touch will bring her to want him. He will focus on her pleasure more than his and that she should just enjoy it and not try to rush it since he may not be around for long. She inwardly hopes that this is that man. Most of her patrons are quick, caring nothing about how she feels and only about getting themselves off. Sometimes one would get her to climax but it is rather rare.
She is torn from her thoughts as the man begins to kiss down her stomach. Part of her is excited but another is scared. Ideas begin to run through her head; whether or not she is clean enough, though she did bathe before he arrived, then if he is going to enjoy her taste, most of the men that go down on her say she tastes wonderful but that could be just the lust talking since none have stayed down there long.
As his tongue reaches where her legs join her body, her body begins to shiver in anticipation thinking about how skilled his tongue was when it was in her mouth. She nearly growls as he ignores her sopping core and proceeds to kiss and lick her inner thigh, moving around her sex, passing just millimeters from her aching pussy. She realizes that he is teasing her and her fluids start pouring out.
After what seems like eternity of the pleasurable torture, she nearly screams as his tongue brushes harshly against her. Never has she been this close to climax before without having been penetrated. The simmering in her lower abdomen begins to boil as little shots of pleasure reverberate throughout her body. She squeezes her eyes shut as she feels a finger enter her, pressing at the right spot. Suddenly her vision goes white.
Her scream brings a grin to Rocks' face as he continues his ministrations to prolong her orgasm. The woman begins to convulse and he keeps himself attached. When she finally shows sighs of calming, he removes himself from her and kisses her deeply with her reciprocating. Looking into her glazed over eyes, he knows she is ready and puts his mouth next to her ear and covers her mouth with his cum soaked hand. "Do you have any listening devices or cameras in your clothing or on you? Rub your body against mine once for yes, twice for no, and three times if you're not sure."
She stills in shock and stares into his eyes. Fear inserts itself within her and she responds quickly by rubbing against him twice. "Are you absolutely positive?"
She rubs against him once.
Rock releases her and sits back, looking her over carefully in the thin light, her shuddering breaths and sweat glistening off her body inform him he did a good job. Looking between her still spread legs, he grins as he likes what he sees and his tool is standing at attention. He leans forward and again leans down to her ear, "I apologize that it took so long. I am nἅve."
It takes a lot of focus for her to stop her gasp as she realizes that her savior is finally here. Her eyes damped at the prospect of getting out of here and she latches onto him, pulling him tightly against her.
Rock holds her on the bed, and in a soft voice tells her, "Relax, its alright."
Once she is calm, he takes her shoulders in his hands and pushes her away, looking straight into her eyes and says in a cold voice that sends shivers down her spine, "You know what the deal is. Provide me with as much information as you can and when this job is over with, you will be sent anywhere you want with enough money to live a great life. But…"
"If I lie, withhold information, or betray you, I will die like the rest," Katya finishes for him, remembering the previous operatives' words.
Rock grins again, "Smart girl." He gets up and heads towards the closet and removes something that is hanging and tosses it to her.
Katya slowly takes the robe. She wants to continue what they were doing so badly but she knows that the information comes first so she regrettably pulls the robe on but doesn't tie it, sneaking a peak at him and smiles softly as he is still staring at her breasts. Then she notices something. He was wearing a disguise. His hair is now shorter and the fake scar dangles from his chin. Without his glasses she can see that he is Asian, probably Japanese. Looking him over fully her smile grows as she sees his tented pants and the wet spot on his groin.
"Stay here," he tells her in that same cold voice and he leaves the room for a moment then returns with a bottle blonde. She recognizes the woman instantly as the nun from the church of violence. She has seen her a few times when the boss takes her with him on business deals to entertain his guests.
Eda wakes and is quickly on alert as she hears the front door open. Easing off the bed silently, she pulls her pistol from its hiding place under her pillow and stalks towards the open door, putting her back against the wall and peering out. In the dim room, she watches as the operative begins to roughly kiss the informant and removes her clothing. She isn't surprised that he is taking advantage of the situation since Katya is quite attractive.
When he picks her up and begins heading her way, she relaxes and watches as he turns his back and enters the room beside hers. Returning to her bed she feels a slight stab of jealousy but ignores it. It doesn't take long before she begins to hear soft moans and gasps coming from the girl inside the other room. Feeling herself getting turned on, Eda covers her head with her pillow in an attempt to soften the noise.
It works momentarily but the woman's moans grow in strength and volume. Her body begins to gather warmth and a familiar itch decides to make itself known. She can't help but rub her legs together and she feels the dampness of her panties. She is surprised since she has been in the same room with people having sex and not get turned on whereas now she is just listening. It must be because of who is in the other room. Not the girl but the one who is giving her that pleasure; the perfect killer who decimated the entire cartel alone without a single wound. A man so shrouded in deceit that not even her handler knows who he is, his name, or where he is from.
She doesn't resist when her hand makes it way towards her sex. She knows she finds strong terrifying men immensely attractive and admits that since she met him she has pleasured herself while thinking of him. Currently her mind is imagining that it is his fingers probing her folds and his thumb rubbing her clit vigorously. Her excitement grows along with the moans and soft screams of the woman in the next room. She feels her climax coming as tendrils of pleasure reach out at all her senses.
She moans loudly as Katya screams in ecstasy, bringing her to her own climax. Slowly her mind returns as the fog caused by her orgasm recedes and she sighs heavily, removing her fingers from her soaked pussy and straightening out on the bed. She closes her eyes as a soft content smile graces her features.
"I hope it was good," a husky voice says from the doorway.
Eda opens her eyes quickly and stares at him in open shock. "Rock?" she asks thoroughly confused.
Rock tenses, How did she guess? What made her guess? Reaching up to his face, he realizes that his disguise has come apart.
"Fuck!" he growls out as he quickly draws his pistol.