Sexpionage

by Lesley E. Hal

  He hesitantly let the black leather and chrome chair swivel around so that he was facing me. Finally, I had his undivided attention.

  “Don’t you see that I’m working?” His annoyance dripped off of every word.

  I knew it was because I was wearing my insecurities like a tightly fitted bustier, but at that moment, I didn’t give a damn. “Who is she?” I pointed toward her, and questioned again.

  Jordan ran his hands over his head, inhaled and exhaled deeply. “She’s one of us.”

  “One . . . one of us?” I threw my hands up frustrated with the way he was talking at me, instead of to me. “Are you serious—no bump that. Are you fucking her too?”

  Jordan stood, and walked over to me. Mystery bitch never took her hands off of the keyboard. I was waiting for her eyes to leave the monitor and look my way so I could knock them out of her skull and fuck her up. He placed his hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze. The move was followed by soft caresses before tilting my head in a position to kiss. Jordan’s lips were tantalizing. His touch was nothing short of mesmerizing. I was in a zone as his hands explored my yearning flesh. My eyes searched his for answers that weren’t forthcoming.

  “Do you trust me, Bianca?” he whispered as his head dipped to kiss my exposed cleavage.

  All I wanted was for him to tell me what the hell was going on, but it could wait. “Fuck me,” I answered instead.

  Jordan smiled as he ran his fingertips along my lips. His hands traveled down, tweaking my nipples along the way before finally drifting up under my skirt. He slid my thong to the side and massaged my engorged clit. I didn’t care that someone else was there with us. I just wanted what I wanted. To hell with that bitch; Jordan was my man.

  He worked up a delicious friction causing me to open my legs wider as I stood bracing him for support. I worked my hips in synch with his touches. My eyes closed, and a deep moan escaped from somewhere deep within me. Between my thighs became drenched with the sticky essence from making my kitty awaken from her slumber. I was in a world of my own when I felt my shirt being lifted in the back and a tongue licking and relieving my thighs of the creamy nectar that had collected between them. My thong was slowly tugged until it pooled around my ankles. Jordan’s fingers found their way inside my saturated pussy, but the other things that I was feeling were impossible for him to be doing all at once. As if to answer my question, the next sensation threw me overboard. The tongue that was on my legs was now competing with Jordan’s fingers as it tap danced on my clit. The orgasm I experienced was so powerful that it knocked me to my knees, but that didn’t stop my assailants from assaulting me further.

  I opened my eyes in time to see Jordan taking the thong completely off and spreading my legs wide open. That bitch didn’t waste any time getting between them and putting on a hell of a show.

  I wanted to put her in a choke hold with my legs, but what she was doing felt so damned good that I couldn’t muster the strength to do so if I tried. Instead, I wrapped her ponytail around my hand and steered her head in the directions that I wanted it to go to get maximum satisfaction.

  Jordan replaced her when he grabbed me by the ankles and put them on his shoulders and gave me what I’d been craving. She surprisingly brought her lips to mine kissing me gently before thrusting her tongue inside of my mouth. I could taste myself as our kiss deepened. Her hands squeezed my breasts and her mouth eventually left mine to suckle on my hardened nipples.

  That was the first time I’d ever been dominated by two people, but it wouldn’t be the last.

  • • •

  “Do you recall where this house was located?” Agent Garza asked.

  “Sounds like it’s one of Pringley’s homes due to the secret wall, but who knows,” another agent answered.

  “I do recall it being on Lobello Drive in the Preston Hollow area of town.”

  “Definitely, Pringley’s place,” the agent confirmed. “We already got this one on the books, but knowing that Jordan conducted business there means we’ll need to get a crew over there and have forensics to do a deeper analysis on the confiscated computers. At first we were just looking for Pringley’s dealings, but now we have to go even deeper, because we know how Jordan likes to think he can extract things.” The agent looked me dead in the eyes, smirking at the shocked expression I was sure I had on my face due to his last comment.

  “Well, get on it right away, Agent Smithscoff. After you get the search warrant, make sure they search every nook and cranny of that house. Oh, and to make it easier, get the plans so you’ll know exactly where that secret room she’s talking about is hidden.”

  “I’m already on it, Sir.” The agent left the room with his things in tow.

  Agent Garza turned his focus back on me. “So, Ms. Brooks, let me get this straight. You, Jordan, and the ‘Bitch,’ since you can’t seem to recall her name,” Agent Garza used his fingers as quotation marks, “had this threesome which leaves me wondering . . .” Garza slammed his opened hand down on the table in frustration. “What in the hell has this got to do with my case!”

  “Agent Garza, you said that you would hear my client out regardless of how you arrived at the dance just so long as you got there. Remember?” Aliyah reminded him.

  “While I’m sure that the others in here have no problem hearing of Ms. Brooks’ sex life, I, on the other hand, have better things to be doing with my time.”

  Aliyah stood. “Well, Bianca, I guess this concludes our business with Special Agent in Charge . . . Garza. Hopefully, he can get his man without any help from you. Oh, and by the way, I wish you would try to have anything rescinded.”

  Agent Garza watched as I stood and went to grab my purse in order to leave on Aliyah’s orders. “You can’t do this. We had a deal, damn it!”

  Aliyah faced Agent Garza. “We can and we will. Before you get all indignant, let me remind you of something.” She whispered in his ear and that caused him to turn a deep ruby red. “Now try me if you want and that position will just be a figment of your imagination once I’m done.”

  Garza’s whole demeanor changed after whatever she’d told him. “Ms. Brooks, I tend to get a little beside myself being that I am very passionate when it comes to my job. I promise to try and control myself better. Please, I’d like for you to continue, if you don’t mind.”

  I looked over at Aliyah and she gave me a nod to go ahead. Whatever could she possibly have said to make Agent Garza dance to her tune had me unnerved.

  I sat down and got as comfortable as the situation allowed before continuing. “And for the record, Agent Garza, I told you, I never got her name.”

  Chapter 9

  I woke up from a deep slumber in an unfamiliar bed completely naked. My body was achy and stiff. Moving was more of a task than it should’ve been. Once out of bed, I stood in the bathroom mirror looking at the red welts that I didn’t recall being on my body the previous day. Puzzled, I slowly hobbled over to the shower and turned the water on making it as hot as I could stand it. I needed the pulsating streams to massage my muscles and rejuvenate me back to my normal self.

  After a much needed and relaxing shower, I found my clothes carelessly thrown on a chair in the room. I couldn’t put my dress back on, so I looked in the dresser and found a pair of men’s jogging pants and oversized T-shirt. Luckily, they had a drawstring and would have to do until I got home. I walked down the long, winding staircase in stilettos with my tattered belongings looking for the command center from the night before, but like magic, it had disappeared into thin air. I pushed on the wall thinking that it would gain me access and even looked for a control panel, anything to tell me that I wasn’t tripping. Finding out was important, because I was definitely beginning to question my own sanity.

  During the search of the missing command center, I was startled by an older white man dressed for golf.

  “You must be Bianca, the event planner from Pleasure Principles, but for now operating under code name Priscilla,�
� he whispered with a chuckle in his voice. “Did you sleep well?”

  Bewildered, I scratched my head while looking at the man as if he were from another planet. “Umm . . . yes, I’m Pri . . . I mean, Bianca. Who are you, and where is Jordan?”

  He chortled like I’d just told him a good joke. “You don’t remember, do you? To jog your memory, you can call me Pringley. I thought I’d made quite an impression on you when we met before.” He stood smiling a few moments, I guess to see if I would recall knowing him. Finally, he gave up, but not before holding up his finger as though he’d forgotten that I’d asked him two questions. “Jordan left a few hours ago. He told me that you were still asleep. So I delayed my tee time and decided to wait for you.”

  Now I was pissed. How dare he leave me unattended with this old-ass coot? “Pringley, thank you for the information, but do you know what time Jordan will be returning home?”

  Pringley’s eyes roamed over my body keenly before answering. “I wouldn’t have the answer to that unfortunately.”

  “He does live here, doesn’t he? Aren’t you the butler or something?” I probed further.

  He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Dear, you misunderstand; you see, this is my humble abode. Jordan is a business associate of mine.”

  I’m sure embarrassment blanketed my face. “Excuse me for the mix-up. I was under the impression that he lived here, but since he doesn’t—” I started for the door.

  “Care to join me for lunch, or at least have a cup of coffee with me? You look like you could use some,” he called out before I could leave his presence. “You have to be famished, after last night.” He covered his mouth with his hand and snickered thinking that I didn’t hear or see him do it.

  Was this old geezer trying to hit on me? I turned wearing a pasted grin on my face. “Thank you, but I really need to be getting home.”

  Pringley nodded his head as if he understood. “I see. Your keys are on the table beside the door and your car is waiting in the spot where you left it.” He then went about his business in the opposite direction from where I headed to the front door. Then it hit me; Pringley was the banker that I had thrown the party for in Chicago. After remembering his spare-no-expense speech, the palatial estate in Chicago, the very bodacious tip that not only Pleasure Principles as a company but all the staff received individually, and now this ostentatious estate, he really did leave an impression on me. Yes, I would say that Jordan really was stomping with the big dogs.

  I hurriedly walked out of the house, jumped into my Range Rover, and hightailed out of there, but not before dialing Jordan.

  He picked up on the first ring. “Bianca, I’ll need to call you back.” Click!

  I hit my steering wheel. “Shit! I should’ve taken Pringley up on his offer for coffee, so I could pick his brain and ask who the hell that bitch was, and if she left with Jordan.”

  Chapter 10

  The moment I pulled into my driveway, Jordan was in his car waiting.

  He got out and walked to my side of the car and opened the door for me. “Hey, I just got here.” He leaned in for a kiss, but I dodged it.

  I got to my front door, paused before unlocking it, and faced him. “You know, I’m a lot of things, but a doormat isn’t one of them. How dare you leave me at some stranger’s house.”

  Unperturbed, Jordan reached for the keys, unlocked the door and nudged me inside. He led me to a seat on the sofa, but I refused to sit.

  “Jordan, I asked you a question, and you are going to answer it,” I demanded.

  His smile was so wide it resembled that of a clown. The way he ignored my pissed-off mood really rattled my cage. “You know the Spanish guys we hit last night?”

  I rolled my eyes heavenward. “How could I ever forget being fondled by two octopuses?”

  He grabbed my hands and tried to get me to sit again, but I pulled back. “Louvre.”

  “The museum? What in the— you know what, I don’t even care to know what the hell you’re talking about the Louvre for.” I threw my hands up in surrender since it was apparent that I wasn’t going to get anything that I wanted to know answered.

  Continuing to ignore my feelings, he shouted. “I have the blueprints that actually have all of the original escape routes for the Louvre! This is monumental, since it’s been remodeled in some areas and those routes did not make it back onto the current blueprints, and are now considered secret tunnels. Do you know what that means?”

  “What? You’re going to steal a painting? While you’re at it, why not go for the Mona Lisa or better yet, a Marquise de Pompadour, since I’m your mistress and that painting is more fitting for what I am to you. They should fetch a pretty penny on the black market,” I answered sarcastically.

  Jordan’s smile fell and darkness came over him. “Don’t you ever for as long as you live mock me, Bianca.” Then the darkness retreated, and the light in his tight eyes reappeared. “I don’t know how many times I’m going to tell you that you’re not my fucking mistress, but if that’s what you want to be, it can be easily arranged.”

  For some reason, I wasn’t fazed by his displeasure or imminent threat of leaving me if he decided to play that card again. “If you want me to respect you, then do the same for me, damn it. And if you think I’m going to help you take anything from the Louvre, you’re sadly mistaken, mister.”

  Instead of responding the way I thought he would, Jordan changed his tone, and laughed out loud for what seemed like an eternity. He wouldn’t stop, and I didn’t know what he found to be so amusing. “A painting? You underestimate me, Bianca, because I wouldn’t need the blueprints to take anything from the Louvre.” He continued his giggling fit.

  I asked the most obvious question. “Why have the blueprints if they’re not needed?”

  He finally stopped, cleared his throat and adjusted the jacket to the suit that he was wearing. “Only a fool would steal anything out of the Louvre, but luckily for me, I know one. A very rich one, that’s willing to pay top dollar for those plans.”

  My day had been confusing so far; leading me further into the fog wasn’t going to change a thing for better or worse. “Humor me. What does he need them for?”

  Jordan shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe he’s foolish enough to risk stealing some of the world’s most guarded treasures. That’s his business and not my concern except for where it concerns me.”

  “I can’t even remember most of last night, so you’ll have to excuse me for having such a hard time following you. Can we cut to the chase and get to the point already?” I snapped, becoming impatient with the riddles.

  Jordan finally stopped fidgeting with his jacket and took the damn thing off. “Like I said, he’s foolish enough to try the Louvre. The paintings, artifacts or whatever he plans to take won’t be easy to get rid of, so that makes him a fool, unless he has a buyer in which I suspect that he does. I have some unfinished business with the buyer of these blueprints. His name is Easter and a pudgy, little fuck maggot is what he is.”

  I laughed at the description of Easter. “What did he ever do to you to be described so lovingly?”

  “He tried to set me and some very good friends of mine up to be killed is what he did. Anyway, back to what I was saying, I know that he will keep the plans in a secure place like a safe. That’s where we come in with part one that’s going to make him wish that he’d never double-crossed me.”

  I was starting to catch his drift, but I was still confused. “So, I get it. You’re going to sell him the plans, then steal them back from him?”

  “Not hardly. Documents can have undetectable tracking and other devices put on them like the Trojan horses that infect your computer. I will have those plans telling me every move they make. When he places them in a safe, another tracker will automatically lock in on the code with its sensor. The GPS will let me know exactly where the safe is located. Knowing Easter, the way that I do, he will take extreme measures like using his fingerprints to avoid anyone cr
acking his safe’s code. The blueprint will be covered in undetectable transmitters for this very reason. My sensor will transmit data to me every time he touches the document via a special computer that will generate a very thin, skin-like film for me to place on my fingers matching his prints exactly. If it comes down to it, I can also lift his prints from the safe. Another advantage to knowing him is, I’m confident that once he has the plans, he won’t make a move on the Louvre immediately. He’s a perfectionist, but he’s also a procrastinator, which will give me the time that I need.”

  Jordan’s ramblings left me even more bewildered. “So I was right; you’re going to steal the plans back from him?”

  Now he was the one frustrated. “Were you listening to me, Bianca? Apparently, what he has in his safe is what I’m after. The blueprints, although valuable due to being the originals, are just the bait that I’m using.”

  “Okay! I get it. You only went after Antonio and Vicente for the blueprints, but why if you don’t need them?”

  “The man who wants to buy the blueprints undercut me a few years ago and went behind my back in order to broker a deal with your dinner companions, Antonio, and Vicente, for a job in Bangkok. They helped him get the jump on us in order to take everything before he met up with us to complete the job. He almost got us iced with the people that we were working for. For that reason, and a few others, he has to pay. Once he buys those prints from my associate, and try to execute the job on the Louvre, it will not only be a day of reckoning, but one of déjà vu. Easter will be executed on the spot for trying to pull another fast one. Plus, I’m making sure to invite our Spanish friends and have them under the impression that Easter was the one who set them up at the Le’ Ameritage Hotel. So you see, everyone will be getting their due in blood for crossing Jordan Lei.”

  “Couldn’t you just have said that?” Instead of waiting for another long-winded answer, I got up and walked into the kitchen to find something to eat. I was starving, and wished again that I had taken Pringley up on his offer for food.