Chapter 41 – Sex, Lies and Videotapes (pt1)

Sunday 18th March 2018 –05.00 am

Bo's Hotel, London

Bo rubbed her eyes and felt the bed beside her. It was cold. Reaching for her dressing gown, Bo slid out of bed and wrapped it around her naked self. Flicking on each light, she called out Laurens' name from room to room. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Deflated, she returned to her bedroom, surprised to see Lauren dressed in her dark grey suit with a crisp white shirt just standing by the bed.

"Morning, sorry, I have work. I was just writing you a note." Lauren held up the paper.

"Where were you?" Bo eyed Lauren up and down cautiously; she wasn't to be seen a few minutes ago.

"Bathroom," Lauren lied, "Getting dressed. I didn't want to wake you."

"I checked the bathroom." Bo stood defiantly.

Lauren approached Bo and kissed her, "You must still be sleepy."

"Okay. I guess that's the only logical explanation." Bo sat on the bed, grabbed Lauren, and pulled her close to kiss her neck, "Goodbye, Agent Lewis, stick to the day's plan as I want you home by ten."

Bo loved how that sounded rolling off her tongue.

Lauren smiled. Bo was extra cute today, "Yes, well, the plans changed."

"What from last night?" Bo laughed, crossing her arms across her. "What the hell could have happened while we slept?"

Lauren joined Bo laughing, pulled her arms down, and stepped inside them. "The day is still as planned, except I am adding an extra bit."

"It's already a tight schedule. I don't think there is any place to add anything." Bo huffed, hating already how much their worlds collided.

Lauren saw her love's sadness and pulled her into an embrace. " I decided to bring everything forward a few hours to watch your final matinee show with drinks afterwards at the Dal."

Bo was lost for words.

"Sorry, I didn't think of it sooner." Lauren held Bo, "You're the most important part of all my days. But afterwards, I must return to finish the day's silver room meetings."

Bo was elated that Lauren would be at her show and taking her out afterwards for an impromptu second date. "But do you need to go back afterwards? It is Sunday?"

"Afraid so. I have meetings that I am chairing, so I need to be present. I am vital to the operation. The British Government will not allow me not to be there." Lauren pinned her hair back in a perfect bun. "This asset is dangerous and could harm many, so my tac-advice is critical."

"Are you being safe?"

Lauren reached for her jacket, "I won't be going on the mission, only providing support from the Security of the silver room. What about you? Any plans for tonight? Who might I find when I get home?"

Bo laughed and lightly punched Lauren's arm, "No one, just me cradling a pot of freshly brewed tea."

"Sounds like heaven," Lauren said, picking up her briefcase, putting on her jacket, and stepping back towards the bedroom door. "Bubba, I must go now if I'll make the six am meeting."

"Of course," Bo blew her a kiss, then slowly removed her dressing gown to reveal her naked self. "Goodbye."

Lauren grinned, "That's not playing fairly. And blowing a kiss is what you give your grandma, not your girlfriend."

Lauren dropped her briefcase and pulled Bo back into a frenzied kiss full of passion. Soon her jacket was removed and crumpled on the floor. Lauren's freshly ironed shirt opened up to the waistband of her pants, exposing her white lace bra. One of the new purchases from Victoria's Secret.

Bo had been spun around and was now facing the wall with one leg hitched up on the French dresser. Her back was slightly arched, head resting on Lauren's shoulder as kisses rained down her neck. In no time, Bo was spread open, with Lauren rubbing hard on her clit. Kisses showered her neck while her left hand caressed and squeezed Bo's hardened nipple.

Bo's eyes were closed, and she knew Lauren was in a rush, which meant she wouldn't have the time to repay the favour, which heightened her. Knowing she was getting a free run and would be left to sleep in the afterglow made her happy. And it made up for the fact that Lauren had fallen asleep after her final orgasm of the night and not repaid the favour, even though it was Lauren's two to Bo's, a very satisfying one.

Lauren placed her hand between Bo's shoulder blades, pushed her down on the dresser, and crouched between her legs. A smile parted her lips as Lauren saw how wet Bo already was. She was always amazed at how turned on Bo would get. Eagerly Lauren brought her mouth to Bo's lips and ran her tongue the length of her. She was salty, a reminder of the sex session they had had the night before. Not wanting to tease or waste any time, Lauren brushed hard strokes on her clit and sucked without mercy. Lauren would be late, so this needed to be a quickie, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be epic.

Bo held on to the dresser. The mirror reflected the scene. Bo bent over with Lauren beneath her. It was such an arousing sight. Her reflection showed her eyes fleck blue, and Bo knew she was close. Bo's grip intensified, and unashamedly she moaned Lauren's name.

Lauren stood, fingers replacing her tongue as they circled Bo's entrance. Using the juice from her earlier assault on her clit she slipped a finger inside her lover. Bo let out a hoarse yelp and tried to stand up, but Lauren held her, pinning her down. Lauren pounded her long digits inside her, one finger, then two. Almost making it three. Bo moaned louder. Lauren gyrated against Bo's behind, missing the feeling of them both naked.

Lauren gave a light slap across her bum cheek. Bo's head shot up, and Lauren grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her back onto the dresser using her palm. Her hand was hard at work, fingers deep inside, while her thumb pressed her clit. Pure, unforgivable assaults on her enlarged bud.

The table rocked forwards and back, hitting the wall and creating loud banging noises. But neither cared. Lauren leaned over to suck on Bo's neck until she saw the skin flush a darker pink and stopped. She was getting too carried away.

Bo grabbed behind at Lauren's once-perfect bun, now messy with loose hair falling down. Rhythmically, Bo jerked herself into Lauren with each thrust. Each one was more intense as her orgasm crept forward. Finding Lauren's lips with hers, she kissed her deeply, moaning into her mouth. A scream crept forward, and she grabbed the table as a leg-shaking orgasm hit her hard. Steadying herself, Lauren slowed down but didn't withdraw from her. A second rush hit Bo.

This one took her legs from her, and she collapsed. Gently Lauren scooped Bo up into her embrace and carried her to the bed, and laid her down. "Goodbye, sweetheart," Lauren said while buttoning up her shirt and picking up her jacket.

"You're right. That is a far better kiss goodbye to my girlfriend." Bo shouted back, grinning but not opening her eyes.

"See you this afternoon at your matinee." Lauren walked to the door.

"Hey Lauren," Bo shouted over, sitting upright. Lauren had hold of the door but turned, "Yes, Bubba?"

"I love you," Bo screamed top of her lungs, knowing that the suite was practically soundproof.

Lauren's face burst into a wide grin. "I love you too. See you later."


Sunday 18th March 2018 – 22.20 pm

MI6 Headquarters, Vauxhall Bridge, London

Lauren looked up when she heard the knock on her door. "Come in."

Staring at the door, no one entered. Lauren huffed; she had been in the middle of a message to Bo and didn't want any interruptions today. "I said come in," Lauren shouted louder this time. Putting her phone back in her jacket pocket, her flirty reply that she had been thinking of sending to Bo would have to wait.

The door opened, and Lauren smiled broadly, "Why hello. I thought the plan was to meet you later at the hotel?"

"Plans change." Bo winked.

"Okay," Lauren rested back in her seat, "And you do need to tell me how you keep getting into Britain's top Security building?"

Bo entered the office, closed the door behind her and leaned against the door frame, "Maybe, one day."

Bo hitched up her skirt slowly.

Laurens' mouth dropped at the sight of her red lace panties. She grabbed the files she was working on and shifted them to a drawer.

"You left me hanging in my last message about what you wanted to do to me tonight?" Bo smirked, loving the effect she was having on Lauren. It was just the one she had hoped for. "So, I thought I would walk over to inspire you."

Lauren stood quickly, running in haste, hitting her leg against the desk. This action caused her to fall and land in the visitor's seat in front. Yelping in pain, holding her shin, she screamed, "Fuck."

Bo let go of her skirt and raced to her side, "I'm sorry, Bubba," letting out a small chuckle, "Are you okay?"

"I'll survive." Lauren pulled her into her lap and kissed her. "You were fantastic today."

"Really?" Bo hid her blush in the crock of Lauren's neck.

"Absolutely. Your final show was amazing, just as good if not better than your first one." Lauren planted a kiss on Bo's shoulder. "God, you were breathtaking on that stage."

Bo lifted her head, "No one has ever said that to me before."

"Well, they should have." Lauren snaked her arms around her lover's waist,

"The irony is that is how you make me feel." Bo wrapped her arms around Lauren's neck, "Sorry about cancelling the drinks at the Dal. I didn't know that I had those interviews. As I mentioned in my messages, they were booked at the last minute."

"It's fine." Lauren replied, "I had to get back, really."

"Anyway, for cancelling you like that, I thought I would come by and walk you back. You know, so you didn't get lost and wander back to Croydon." Bo kissed Laurens' neck, making clear her intentions. "Do you have much more to do? It's nearly half ten. Let's go home."

"Home, I like the sound of that." Lauren took hold of Bo's hands and kissed her palms. "I'm nearly done, Bubba."

Bo stood and walked around to the other side of the desk and sat in Laurens' chair. Lauren watched as she picked up her stationery and tapped on her keyboard to her locked computer, "So this is where the Tactical Advisor does her thing?"

"No, it's where I write reports to avoid bureaucratic bullshit." Lauren kneeled on the desk and began her crawl across the wooden furniture.

Bo watched Lauren push the wireless keyboard off the desk and sit on the edge.

Lauren embraced Bo and kissed her hard, her body instantly responding. It was precisely what Bo had wanted when she decided to walk the two miles over to her building. Sat in the suite, and knowing Lauren was only a twenty-minute walk away was killing her.

Every kiss with Lauren differed slightly and ranged from slow and sensual to hot and heated. This one was undoubtedly landing on the hot end.

Bo popped the button on Laurens' suit trousers and lowered the zipper. Bo reached down, stroking the material with her fingers, hearing again as Lauren moaned into their kiss. Without breaking their kiss, she placed her hand under the waistband, exciting another moan. Pushing downwards, Bo's fingers slid easily into Laurens' wet folds, and she used her body to rock gently on her.

Lauren enjoyed her fingers equally to any other position they tried, and they had tried all of them. Rocking on Bo's hand faster as her release edged its way forward. Bo pleasured Lauren with a long, drawn-out sensual kiss, causing Laurens' mind to short-circuit.

It didn't take long before Lauren was biting back her orgasm and rocking on her desk. Digging her nails into Bo as her body shuddered. A wave crested her, causing her to grab hold of the desk to not cause any permanent damage to Bo's back. Her hips bucked fast against Bo's hand, gripping the desk so hard that her fingers went white. A quick but highly satisfying orgasm shot through her, and a cunning smile appeared. Bo would definitely pay for that.

Lauren pushed Bo into her seat and knelt before her with a new fire in her eyes. Placing her head between Bo's legs, Lauren gripped her red lacy undies with her teeth and jerked them down, simultaneously lowering Bo down the seat so that her bum was just on the edge of her chair.

"Agent Lewis." Someone was banging on the door.

Both women jumped. Lauren quickly re-buttoned her suit. Bo sat back straight in the seat and flattened down her skirt.

The knock on the door was louder this time, "Agent Lewis, are you in there?"

Lauren looked over to Bo, seeing that she was decent and laughing at her blushing face.

Lauren partly opened the door. Whoever was behind, she was not letting them in. "What do you want." She barked at the Agent in front of her.

"Everyone you asked for is now in the meeting room. You called this last-minute meeting; do you want to cancel?"

Lauren looked at the clock, 'shit' "No, I'm on my way." Turning and closing the door on him, she rested back against it.

Bo walked purposely slowly toward her. "I guess I will see you later at the suite? We will finish this another time."

"Oh, no, wait." Lauren grinned. "Stay. I won't be long; can we leave together? Please, twenty minutes max, and I am all yours."

"Deal, I'll grab a coffee from that machine I spied down the hall and wait here for you." Bo stepped nearer to Lauren and planted a kiss on her lips. "And you owe me an office chair fuck."

Lauren shuddered. Bo's words went straight to her sex. Lauren went to move back when she felt her jacket pocket being pulled, but before she had a chance to check what was going on, she was ushered out of the door. "Twenty minutes Agent Lewis."

Lauren stepped outside and checked her pocket. Bo had put her lacy underwear in there. She was even more turned on than before. Knowing that Bo would be waiting for her, sitting in her chair, and with no underwear on!

Lauren ran to her meeting and apologised for being late. She presented the fastest report of her career. Highlighting all that was needed and answering any questions that the agents had. Checking the clock, she had been precisely eighteen minutes when they agreed that was all required. Lauren literally pushed past everyone to get out the door.

Lauren rushed back to her office and stopped just before it, slowly knocking and entering, "Hey, it's just me. You ready?" Stepping in, Lauren looked around; Bo was not there.

A half-smile crept across her face at maybe another game. Her smile dropped when she saw the drawer of her desk open. Lauren cursed, 'Shit, shit, shit.'

Manila's files were all open on her desk. All the background checks Lauren had done. Official documents of Bo's criminal record, finances, and medical history. Lauren fumbled with her phone and dialled Bo's number. It went straight to voicemail. Lauren slammed her hand against the desk; she needed to get to Bo quickly.