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Max sat on a deep red chaise lounge chair in the penthouse of her next mark, a high-ranking Russian intelligence officer named Aleksander Dorokov. The man was short, over 45, and had a thick square head of salt and pepper hair over bushy eyebrows. For this mission, Max was 'Jessica,' the seventeen year old American prostitute who'd been trafficked into sex slavery one year prior.
Nikolas, her pimp, was another cover Alec had built over the past year. He'd set up his business associate Dorokov with a young girl - per his request - to satisfy his desires. And while she was satisfying his desires, the same tech she'd used on Cale would wirelessly copy the intelligence officer's hard drive. It would be as simple as ABC, Lydecker had said.
Mission prep for Alec meant setting up Max's cover and reestablishing a trail of his 'presence' in Russia as a pimp peddling (sometimes underage) American escorts to (sometimes perverted) older Russian officials. Mission prep for Max, on the other hand, meant memorizing her cover, visiting the infirmary and wardrobe, and becoming the embodiment of distraction.
Alec had walked with her toward the infirmary, stacking the folder against the palm of his hand. "Standard Romeo mission. Once the disk is near the network, I'll wirelessly activate it and start copying. You do your thing, and by the time you're done, I'll be done, too."
Max had nodded, trying to mentally prepare herself for the mere idea that Alec would be listening in while she 'did her thing.' Zack didn't listen in the whole time she'd been with Cale - and thank the Blue Lady for that small miracle - but Cale is a relatively nonviolent Ordinary (to her anyway), and this Dorokov guy wasn't exactly known for his gentle treatment of his escorts, so Alec would be listening in for her safety.
But Dorokov hadn't so much as leered at her with any menace, and Max wondered why. Until she heard the velvety voice of another woman.
"We had something a little different in mind."
Max recognized the woman whose voice she'd just heard from a photo in the mission file. It was Dorokov's wife Yelena, a late-thirty-something brunette with a few extra pounds and an overall hourglass body shape. Up until that very moment, Max had believed Dorokov kept his indiscreet liaisons secret from his wife. That's what the dossier showed, anyway; but now, here Max was in a soft rose-colored babydoll chemise with matching thong, nude-stiletto-clad feet propped up on the chair with her knees gently knocking together, wondering if this man's wife was going to kill both of them in a jealous rage.
Fuck.
She sat up in the chair, schooling her countenance to that of a scared teenager.
Alec's voice came through the ear piece in a low tone and with a tiny echo. "Max, abort. We didn't know about the wife being there. I'll come get you. Stall for two minutes."
"No," Max said.
The Dorokovs both watched her at her sudden outburst. "No," asked the couple in unison.
Max scrambled to her feet. "What I meant was, we can still do this." She paused, hoping Alec was still listening, because that message was for him. "What did you have in mind?"
"Max, are you sure?" She could hear the back door of the work van opening on his end, but she wanted to prove to Alec that he had picked the right woman for this mission; she wanted to show him how good she could be. He had probably screwed a mark on his previous mission, and Brandy was right, they were both going to have to fuck other people, and they'd both have to get used to the idea. And, she admitted to herself, she wasn't above a little petty payback. Let him hear what she could do to another man.
Max hummed an approval, disguising it by approaching the wife and seeming to appraise her.
"Aleks," Yelena started. "For this first time, I just want to watch."
Taking a deep breath, Max steeled herself for the idea of having sex with this guy while his wife watched. She looked to Aleksander for his instruction.
"Just say the word and I'll come running," Alec promised, the telltale echo of their comms devices buzzing on the line.
"Okay," Max said. What, did he think she couldn't do this? She could do this, no problem. She swayed her hips as she approached the older man, balancing between acting nervous and acting like a seventeen year old trying to be sexy. "Where do you want me?"
The bushy-eyebrowed man gestured back to the chaise as his wife joined him on the opposite couch. "Sit."
Sitting with her knees together and ankles crossed, Max took a calculated breath.
Imagine Alec's hands. His mouth. His dick.
She felt certain she was blushing under her make up, the temperature rising while she waited to hear the next command.
"Open your legs," Yelena said, her brown eyes casting down Max's body.
Max unhooked her ankles and swung her right knee out, leaning back on the lounger a bit.
Zeroing in on the juncture of her thighs, Aleksander smirked. "You are getting wet already. Good. Now pretend Nikolas is here. Touch yourself and tell us: What did he do to you?"
Max's eyebrows quirked in confusion. "He didn't do anything to me."
Aleksander frowned suspiciously. "What do you mean, he has not tasted you?"
"Shit, Max. They think I sample my girls," Alec said in a rush.
Fuck. I can fix this.
"He said he was saving my first time for the right client," Max offered innocently.
The slight echo in her ear disappeared and all she heard was complete silence for ten seconds. Max worried Alec would show up and pull her out of this op. Then she would be written up for mission failure and forced to ride the desk.
"Nikolas said you were really good," Aleksander illuded, his thick lips curving in the slightest smile, as if he was a kid about to get the whole damn candy store. "What do you do for him that makes him brag so much?"
"He showed me how to do what he likes. He said I was his best student. With the other clients, he protected me. One tried to take me, and Nikolas burst through the door and saved me. He beat the man almost to death." Max let her eyes glaze over with feelings of lust. "I wish I could thank him properly," she said with a slight whimper.
Yelena sat up straighter, leaned forward, and pulled her husband's hand to her sex, pressing his fingers against her through her skirt. "Touch yourself and tell us how you will thank him," she purred.
Alec interrupted with a gravelly rumble. "They want you to masturbate," he said straightforwardly.
"I know," Max answered, then realized the Dorokovs were looking at her oddly again, so she rushed to continue. "I know... that he likes when I teethe his earlobes and drag my tongue down his neck."
Aleksander nodded mutely and Yelena ran her hand through his hair and tugged gently on his ear.
Scooting back on the lounger, the X5 soldier untied the strings which secured the chemise and let the sides fall open, revealing her breasts to the couple. She caressed down the planes of her stomach until she reached her thong, ghosted over the fabric, then pulled the small strip aside with one hand while she laid her other hand's fingers against her lower lips.
"I'd trail my tongue all the way down to his hard cock and slowly lick up the underside until I reached the tip, and then fit my lips around him and slide down slowly." Max pushed her fingers down her quickly swelling clit to dip into the wetness at her core, then dragged the liquid back up. She bucked once against her own hand from the thought of giving him oral.
Aleksander had started moving his hand against his wife, and she was palming him through his trousers. On the other end of the comms, she could hear a few shallow breaths, but other than that, Alec remained quiet.
"I'd pump him gently at first, just like he taught me, until I could feel how taut his body had become from trying to keep himself from wildly fucking my mouth. Then I'd start to go a little faster, sliding up and down, taking him as far back as I could, to the point where I'd nearly choke."
Aleksander's eyes narrowed with the idea of such dangerous pleasure.
Fun fact: Max's designation held the top score for breath-holding. Her record was nine minutes and twenty six seconds. It was right there in her file, and Alec had read her file cover to cover. Let him think about that every time he got head from now on.
She was getting slicker between her folds, but she knew she needed to draw it out longer - the disk was still doing its job; Alec would have told her otherwise, so she needed to keep distracting the couple.
"And when he came, I'd swallow him whole," she said, starting to rub herself faster. In her experience, men usually bought the fake orgasm and believed they'd been the cause of such ecstasy. But a woman might be able to tell otherwise. A few moments passed where she rubbed and rubbed, and then Yelena interrupted her ministrations.
With a knowing look, Yelena said, "close your eyes and picture him standing before you."
Max paused her movements and closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and imagined Alec standing in front of her, his chest heaving from breathing so hard, from wanting her so much.
"How would he reward you for being such a good girl?" Aleksander asked. Yelena whispered something to her husband that Max couldn't bother to tune into, what with her racing pulse drumming up her spine and into her ears. She heard the tiny sound of a zipper being drawn down. Then she heard shifting of clothing, fearing the two were going to change their minds about just watching and instead have a three-way with her while her handler listened in.
But no one else's hands touched her. No more of her clothes moved or were removed. Alec didn't even say a word on the other end of her comms. She chanced a peek at the couple and saw Yelena in nearly the same position as her, leaning back on the couch with her hand down the front of her skirt.
Aleksander, on the other hand, watched Max.
"What's happening, Max," asked Alec worriedly. "Give me the word."
"Tell us what you'd want Nikolas to do if he were here," Aleksander said.
And suddenly, Max froze.
Images assaulted her - images of kissing him longer and deeper than she had at the gala, sensuously sliding her tongue along his lips, nibbling at his lower lip and sucking on it while his hands made quick work of their clothes. More scenes flashed through her: Alec's strong thighs and taut ass flexing as he pounded into her from behind, going down on him at the communal showers at base, having sex in the van right outside the hotel, his face buried between her legs while she clawed at his hair to pull him deeper, their bodies pressed against one another's as they made love in her old apartment way back in Seattle and away from prying eyes.
She came back to herself with enough mindset to realize they were waiting on her to speak, but all that came out was, "uh... he would kiss me. He would be my first."
Aleksander and Yelena watched Max's face for a moment, then looked at one another, smiling between themselves like they knew something she didn't.
"Max, you gotta do better than that. I know you have some fantasies in there somewhere. Reach deep." Alec's voice in her ear telling her to unleash her fantasies wasn't helping. She didn't want to give the Dorokovs her personal fantasies about Alec, but those were all she could think about.
His deep voice came back on the comms. "Max, think about your last decent fuck. How did it start?"
She took a deep breath. Her last decent fuck? When was that? She just kept imagining Alec and couldn't get him out of her head.
She didn't want to disappoint him, but maybe she should call it. Give Alec the safe word and let him do damage control. He was her handler, after all, and he could salvage this mission. But right before she could give the code word, his deep voice came back through the line.
"He would start with a kiss," he said, "but the pent up sexual tension would be unbearable to live just on the surface of your lips."
Max's fingers paused and she said, "it would start with a kiss, but he would deepen it immediately."
Yelena's smile curved lasciviously as Max moved her hands up her body in a soft caress, until she touched her bottom lip and used her fingertip to open her mouth a bit.
"And then he would kiss down the column of your neck, down between your breasts and over your stomach, and while he's making his way further down, you'd already be holding your breath in anticipation."
And she was holding her breath. Max's hands turned downward and she breathed, "he would keep kissing me, from my collarbone, down between my breasts and lick lightly down my stomach, and I'd be so turned on he could smell it."
Alec seemed to stifle a groan; she wasn't sure if it was in frustration or if he found this little scenario sexy, but the Dorokovs were definitely into it, if their ragged breaths were any indication.
"He would tease your opening with his fingers first, before experimentally slipping a finger inside."
Circling her opening with her fingers, Max gathered the natural wetness and swiped her fingertips on either side of her sex. "He would tease me by touching every other part of me except the one place I need him, and then he'd slip his long finger into me. His knuckle would rub against my clit." She nearly bucked against her own fingers.
"Yes," Yelena murmured, her own hand moving faster.
Max also heard a rhythmic sliding sound and figured Aleksander was fisting himself. If she'd still had any presence of mind for trying to please them, she would have looked, but now she didn't want to ruin her fantasy by thinking about three people in a room all masturbating.
"He wouldn't be able to wait any longer to taste you," came Alec's voice. "He'd move his fingers away and plunge his tongue into your core."
Arching her back into the air a bit, Max felt her breasts sway. "He'd press his long tongue into me as far as it could go. I'd think about his taste buds rubbing rough against me until I swelled..." She trailed off, getting really close to an orgasm herself.
"Yes, yes..." huffed Yelena while her husband unzipped his pants completely and positioned himself between her legs. Apparently, Max wasn't the only one getting close, but unlike Max, the Dorokovs could do something about it.
Luckily for the young brunette, her handler continued. "And when he asked you if you were close, his breath hot on your skin, his voice would bring you right to the edge."
"And he'd ask if I was close, which would make me want him inside of me completely."
"Good. Now you need to orgasm. Try to bring it back around to Dorokov." Alec typed at his keyboard and Max could only assume the disk was near complete.
Problem was, she couldn't bring herself to come now. She was honestly worked up with not enough presence of mind to create a new fake orgasm. But maybe if Alec said a few more things...
She rubbed her clit quicker, but to no avail. "I can't."
Fuck, she realized she'd said that out loud.
"Fuck," Alec parroted her thoughts.
"I can't, is what he would say, because he was saving my first time for you, Aleksander."
Aleksander loved the idea, his face red from exertion as he pushed into his wife over and over.
"Nice save. Bet he's never been harder than he is right now." There was another pause before the blonde X5 began again. "Disk is done, we need to wrap it up."
Sliding her fingers along her slickness, Max tried to make herself come. She was right on the precipice. "But when he finally gave me permission to come, I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore."
Another ten seconds passed with no orgasm. She heard some shuffling on Alec's end, then he jumped back on the line. "You need to come now."
The urgency in his voice spurred her on, and she felt the crest of a wave about to wash over her. "He'd demand it."
"Come on, Max. Come for me."
That deep gravelly voice coasted right on up her clit and around her opening, sending all her nerves in every direction. Oh my god, he just-
Her orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, and she bucked her body against her hand as her juices coated her fingers. "Oh my god, oh, oh, Alec!"
A groan followed by a clattering noise filled her ear piece and the line went quiet.
"Alec- oh, Aleksander," she tried to cover as if stuttering. She rode out the undercurrents and pulled her fingers from her sex.
The Dorokovs had been full-on having sex by this point, and they, too, had orgasmed. She just hadn't noticed, what with Alec begging her to come for him.
How was she supposed to face him after this?