“Do you let all your employees speak to your clients like that?” snapped the Mandarin.
“Only if they’re right, and Rayna’s right. She has already seen part of your operation and has a strategy that will work perfectly. Tell them, Rayna.”
“Mary took me to see the factory where handbags are made. Fashion is notoriously fickle, updating and changing constantly. No one would think there was anything unusual about shipping hundreds of bags on short notice to fulfill new orders. We would hide the drugs along with the shipments to the merchandisers in America. With the sticker price of your handbags, only those brokers, importers and retailers with upscale clients would be interested—the target market. From wholesale to retail is a fairly easy step. Let’s face it. Most salesclerks do not make a lot of money. It would be fairly easy for us to identify two hundred that would like to make some easy money. By the time they knew what they were involved in, the operation would be over. This is essentially a surgical strike conducted with military precision.”
It was a brilliant and perfectly executable plan if the right players were in place.
“You are sure you can deliver?”
“The weakest link in this operation is you, Mandarin. I would suggest that you delegate a major portion of this to Mary, who understands perfectly the bags and purses we would need. Like Arthur, you might be consulted on a higher level strategic basis, but you could leave the essentials to us.”
Silence. Then, “May I talk to Mary privately?”
Arthur answered, “Of course, but keep this in mind. If I walk out of this office without a decision, I will put all of my American contacts on full alert. If I do that, you might as well abort the project because it will be dead in the water.”
With that, he and Rayna stepped into the waiting room and closed the door.
The Mandarin was in a foul mood. He hated not being the one in control. He unleashed on Mary.
“Why did you take her to the factory?”
“Mandarin, we have been discussing expanding into the United States for a very long time. She definitely knows her stuff and would be a valuable partner.”
General Park cut to the chase. “Mandarin, this is not about ego nor is this about money. It is about your son, your legacy… The Mandarin’s Vendetta. Let’s have some young girls, eat some food that’ll burn your mouth off and then you can go back to Linfu tonight. Let Mary handle it.”
The Mandarin blew out a long gasp of air. “Call them back in.”
Mary opened the door. “Please come in.”
Arthur and Rayna stepped in. This time, instead of sitting down, they stood at the door to listen to the Mandarin,
“I accept your offer and we will work with Rayna. If Rayna can come back at 2:00, the extra fifty million dollars will be in your account.”
***
Rayna stepped off the elevator at precisely at 1:57 and walked to Mary’s office. Jun the watchdog was standing guard as Rayna entered.
The Fidelitas operative smiled. “We can begin. First of all, we need to check the status of the drugs to be shipped. Are they ready for pick up?”
“Soon. The Mandarin is working on it now.”
“Soon as in one hour, one day or one week?”
“I… he… he didn’t tell me.”
“Mary, this is basic. Can you contact him to find out?”
Mary hesitated, then shook her head. “He never tells me his schedule and I never know where he is. Can we do something ahead of time to prepare?”
Rayna pondered, then scrunched her face. “I’d rather have all the pieces in place before we do anything, but we don’t have any choice if we want to come close to making a deadline. Let’s go back to the factory. We can pick out thirty-five bags to be overnighted to our Beijing distribution center. Shall we go?”
“Of course. I’ll let the Mandarin know what we’re doing.”
Rayna waited patiently for Mary to send off the text.
“Done.” Mary added coyly.” Now we can go. While we’re there, we could visit other floors and you could pick out some clothes for yourself.”
“The thought never crossed my mind.” Rayna gave Mary a stern look, then burst out laughing. “I love it!”
Chapter Fifty-Five
As the elevator descended, Jun stood at its front with his eyes glued to the door. At the rear were Rayna and Mary. Rayna’s hidden fingers reached beside and gently tapped on Mary’s tush and whispered in her ear, “Mary, can we make a stop at the Oceania before we head out?”
Focusing straight ahead as if ignoring Rayna, Mary replied, “I thought you said that we don’t have enough time.”
“We don’t. That’s why I want to do it now,” murmured Rayna softly but loud enough for Jun to hear. Rayna put her head on Mary’s shoulder and squeezed her bum cheek. “Do you know when I first wanted you?”
Mary felt her breath disappearing. “No. When?”
“In the factory when you stayed behind to do it with one of those skanks that work there. That should have been me, not that little hoe.”
Rayna gave Mary an insider’s glance. Yes, I figured that out.
Rayna blew into Mary’s ear, then backed away as the elevator door opened.
Mary turned to Jun and announced, “We’re going to stop at the Oceania.”
“Yes, Mary.”
Inwardly, Rayna breathed a sigh of relief. Thoroughly and completely heterosexual, she had never in her life tried to come on to or appeal to a woman, let alone a person twenty years older than herself. Maybe all those school plays she had been part of did pay off with some acting chops.
Her cell phone vibrated, indicating a text message arrived. There is no info at all on N115.
***
The outwardly calm Jun took deep silent breaths to control his own raging hormones as he walked back to the door of Rayna’s Oceania suite. He had just spent ten minutes methodically searching the room for any kind of weapons, unusually sharp materials or hidden persons.
“It’s clear,” announced the big man.
“Sorry to do that, Rayna,” apologized Mary. “Jun has kept me alive so many times that I always trust his instincts.”
“I totally understand,” said Rayna as she sexily strolled to the table where a bottle of champagne awaited beside a bouquet of scarlet roses in her suite.
As she walked, her dress dropped to the floor. Mary’s jaw dropped. She thought that Rayna in a bikini at the presentation was already scorching hot but to see the ex-Special Forces operative in a turquoise G-string and skimpy lace bra… her body was already quivering in anticipation.
Rayna turned around—the front of the lace bra exposed her nipples. “Oops. Now was that accidental or on purpose?” teased Rayna as she slowly placed her hands to cover her booby tips. She then bent down to the floor, allowing Mary—and Jun—to see the silky smooth skin of her butt. Standing back up, Rayna curled her index finger, beckoning Mary to come to the table.
Mary, obviously no neophyte at eliciting and titillating, removed her French designer outfit slowly and sensually. She tossed the jacket to the floor and wiggled her hips as she stepped to Rayna. Standing in front of Rayna, she allowed the Fidelitas operative to unbutton her blouse while she pulled down the zipper of her skirt.
Top and bottom fell to the floor simultaneously.
Rayna pulled Mary’s body close to hers. She reached over and unclasped Mary’s bra, then lifted the older woman up and pulled off her panties.
Carefully placing Mary back down, Rayna noted a body of artificial “beauty.” It would take a knowing eye, but there were faint scars and outlines of a tummy tuck. As Rayna gazed into Mary’s eyes and pressed her lips against hers, she saw that Mary’s face did not express the rapture she was feeling. Mary’s skin was wrinkle free but also had a little rigidity… not enough to have that ghastly frozen face of those women who overdid it with Botox but enough to be a little too firm. Mary’s breasts were a thing of beauty. Perfect and perky like those of a tee
nager but again, evidence of improperly done surgery with some scarring. As Rayna massaged them, she could feel the implants. Looking into Mary’s eyes, Rayna noted the tiny, faint marks that indicated surgery on her eyelids. Her natural self had “slit-eyes” so she, of course, opted to have beautiful almond eyes.
“You are perfect,” cooed Rayna as she gently ran her fingers over the tips of Mary’s breasts, the hard points of desire.
“Oh, that’s not entirely me. I’ve had the best surgeons do a bit of work,” admitted Mary.
“If you didn’t tell me, I’d never have known.” Rayna’s fingers flickered down Mary’s body to the vee of her aching loins.
“I just feel the need to be completely open with you.”
“Honesty is the last thing on my mind,” giggled Rayna. As Rayna lifted herself, she cupped her hands under her breasts, then pulled on her bra strap. After letting Mary have a glimpse, she let go and the strap snapped back. Mary reached for the bra to pull it off but Rayna snatched her hand.
“Now, Rayna. I want you now.”
Rayna lifted Mary’s hand and licked it. Then Rayna motioned her head at Jun. “I’m not very good with audiences. Especially when I do nasty, terrible things that should not be done to man or beast.” She took Mary by the hand and led her inside her room.
Five seconds later, Jun heard Led Zeppelin’s signature tune, “Stairway to Heaven,” blaring from behind the doors. He walked to the room and tried the door. It was locked. He thought of knocking the door down but was not willing to risk the wrath of Mary being interrupted when she was in her “moment.”
He exhaled and allowed himself to dream. Maybe he could get a turn with Rayna too before they left.
Chapter Fifty-Six
With the soaring vocals of Robert Plant’s tenor pondering for meaning in a world of ambiguity, Rayna let go of Mary’s hand, then whipped off her panties and bra.
Mary gasped—she had never seen perfection until now. Mesmerized, her eyes devoured Rayna’s body. An exotic beauty. Glorious luscious full breasts that rose above her chest. Ecstasy thrilled her spine as Rayna took her head and placed it between her twin peaks. While her hands wandered over Rayna’s body, her mouth traveled down to Rayna’s navel, slipping her tongue into Rayna’s belly button.
Mary was shaking as Rayna pulled her head up. Rayna’s hands caressed the older woman’s body. With Rayna’s hands sliding up to the crest of her breasts, Mary shuddered with electricity. Rayna knew the fine line between pain and rapture, knowing that the crossing of the boundary would heighten the experience even more.
As Mary’s heart pounded like it would explode, Rayna’s body language transformed. She aggressively pushed Mary off, then sauntered to the music sound system and turned the volume to an ear-splitting decibel level.
With her sexual confidence radiating heat like a supernova, Rayna squeezed Mary’s hand, then led her into the bathroom. Rayna poured bubble bath into the tub, then turned the water on. The Oceania was one of those hotels with a rapid fill system.
As the oversized tub filled, steam rose off the surface of the water. Rayna inhaled deeply, then stepped in and sank into the sea of bubbles. She then jumped up. Seeing Rayna’s wet hair hanging over her breasts and water droplets glistening on her body, Mary couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Rayna. Now.”
Rayna pulled Mary’s body tight into hers and plunged her tongue into Mary’s greedy mouth. Rayna sucked hard then jumped up, wrapping her legs around Mary. It was euphoria. No one had ever dominated Mary the way Rayna had.
With Rayna on top, the two fell into the two feet of water. Rayna’s legs locked tight, squeezing Mary around the stomach.
After twenty seconds submerged in the water, Mary wanted to scream to release the tension but Rayna’s lips would not release.
Then Mary felt the pain of bones breaking. Rayna had squeezed too hard.
Mary tried to push Rayna off but the Fidelitas operative was too strong. Mary was going to drown. Didn’t Rayna know what she was doing?
Suddenly, Rayna released her legs, and put her hand over Mary’s mouth. “Where is your boss and what is his name?” She lifted her hand off Mary’s mouth.
Mary tried to scream but Rayna quickly pushed the older woman’s head into the water again, this time holding Mary’s mouth open so that water flowed inside.
Rayna pulled Mary’s head up again. As Mary coughed and gurgled, Rayna asked, “I can do this for the next half hour before Jun would think anything is wrong. Again, where is your boss and what is his name?”
Mary coughed, then yelled, “J…” Before she could complete saying Jun’s name, Rayna pushed her head back into the tub of bubbles.
This time, Rayna waited a full twenty seconds before pulling Mary’s head out of the water.
“His name is Deng,” Mary gasped as she struggled to breathe.
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me. Now, please. Let me…”
But before she could complete her plea, Rayna pushed her head down into the water again. When movement had almost stilled, Rayna yanked her head up again. “Where is he?”
The executive assistant whimpered, “He will be in Linfu tonight.”
For the final time, Mary’s head was shoved under the water. This time, Rayna waited for the end of Jimmy Paige’s soaring guitar solo before letting go. Mary’s body was already limp as Roger Plant sang the a cappella last line of the song.
Rayna screamed in the throes of ecstatic climax, “No, no. Yes, yes. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU! AAAH!” While her imitation of Mary’s accent was poor, the screaming and ear-shattering volume of music would prevent Jun from figuring out that it wasn’t his boss lady in the throes of wild orgasm.
Rayna then pulled herself up out of the water and turned on the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body, left the bathroom, locking and closing the door, then tiptoed to the door of her bedroom.
She unlocked the door and, as she suspected, saw Jun standing there with his head pressed to the door. The hormonally-berserk bodyguard quickly straightened up and tried to be professional as he forced out, “Where’s Mary?”
Rayna’s fingers made an encore performance on the large bulge between Jun’s pant legs. “She’s in the shower,” said Rayna slowly, pointing to the bathroom where the sound of water pounded down.
Jun’s body started gushing sweat, the muscles in his neck bulged like cord and his face turned scarlet as Rayna’s finger movements turned from ballet to dirty dancing. She pulled herself closer, her hips undulating against his body.
He forced out in a gasp, “We have a job to do.”
“Yes, we do and we have seven minutes before we have to go. You could join her. Or…” the towel dropped off her sleek, taut body, “…you can join me.”
Jun unbuckled his pants and they fell to the floor—he was commando. No underwear. Just his thick stick pointing out.
“Oh…” cooed Rayna as she eased slowly to her knees, fondling Jun’s throbbing merchandise, first with one hand, then two.
Jun emitted a quick series of small groans, panting.
“Oh, you are a man, a real man,” murmured Rayna as she wrapped both hands around his shaft. Then, with a sudden grip, she bent his penis hard, fracturing it.
There was a weird cracking sound. Jun’s penis went flaccid as he screamed, “AAH!”
Rayna leapt up, crooked an elbow and jammed downward at his face. But Jun, used to pain, was hardly incapacitated and rolled over a millisecond before Rayna’s elbow arrived. She hit the floor hard, and was shocked for a brief moment. It was all the time Jun needed to lumber on top of her. He put his mitts around her throat and started crushing her windpipe.
Rayna was flailing. For all her martial arts and physical fitness training, thousands of hours in a gym, there was no way she could escape the clenched grip of a hundred-and-ninety pound bruiser of pure muscle… unless…
The unexpected defeats the impossib
le. The expected in her situation was for her to try and pull off Jun’s hands. The unexpected?
Rayna went limp. Sensing victory, Jun relaxed his grip. That heartbeat reprieve was enough for Rayna to bang her forehead against his, then ram a thumb with a pointed thumbnail into his eye.
Jun backed off screaming as Rayna’s thumbnail slashed the eyeball and then she ground her thumb into the socket hard. She thrust her left knee against his tortured groin and pulled Jun’s body in tight—it was the most painful thing he had ever experienced.
But damned if he was going to be beaten by a woman. He pulled his right arm back and hurled a straight fist at Rayna’s head. She tilted to the side but couldn’t completely avoid the blow—it hit her on the side of the temple. Not enough to knock her out, but enough to make her woozy.
Both wounded warriors struggled to their feet. Yes, they were both injured but, battle veterans that they were, they knew that pain was just part of the territory for the lives they had chosen for themselves.
Rayna snapped out a side kick. Jun turned just enough so that her foot landed on his meaty upper thigh inside of his groin. He latched on to it and twisted. Rayna followed the arc of the turn by doing a standing somersault.
In mid-air, with her face pointed toward the ground, she pinpointed two fingers at Jun’s good eye. He sidestepped, releasing his hold on her. Another knee slammed his balls into his stomach and Jun reeled back, howling.
Enough of this. While there might be some honor in hand-to-hand combat, Jun had had enough. He ripped a gun from his pocket and snapped off a series of shots at Rayna.
Rayna took random running steps to avoid the bullets and ducked behind a sofa. Most sofas are no match for a speeding bullet, but the ultra-thick, padded sofas of a luxury hotel suite were up to the challenge. Jun wasted his rounds, then angrily tossed the gun aside and stormed back at her, roaring wildly.
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