Sexpionage

by Lesley E. Hal

  Jordan stood and as heated as I was about his behavior, his nakedness had me wanting another round. “Whatever, Bianca. I didn’t force you into doing anything you didn’t want to do.”

  I shook out of the trance he had me under, and made a mental note to myself about allowing him to entice me with his body. “Like you gave me a choice with your threats of cutting me off.”

  He pulled me up from the floor and led me over to the sofa. “I promise to take what’s important to you more seriously. I don’t want you thinking that what we have is one-sided, because it’s not.”

  That put a smile on my face, but he turned that upside down with his next statement.

  “We leave for China next week. I have a trap in place to put Easter out of his misery, and if things go according to plan, I’ll catch two birds with one stone.”

  Chapter 30

  “Jordan, you can’t be serious.”

  The look on his face let me know that he was serious. Dead serious. “Does it look like I’m playing?”

  My hands instinctively flew to my face to shield the tears that started to flow without my consent. I couldn’t believe that I was giving in to him again. My body was racked with uncontrollable shakes as I cried without a care in the world of how I might be perceived by him. Jordan did nothing to console me and I felt as if I’d been sequestered by his dictating magnetism. I had no one that I could confide in without incriminating myself or worse. I had to find a way to rid myself of this hold he had on me.

  I dried my tears with the backs of my hands while gathering my composure. “Jordan, you know I have plans already. I can’t and I won’t abandon them. Not for this. Please don’t make me choose because you won’t like the outcome.” I finally found the strength to wipe those sorry waterworks away and hold my head up high. Well, at least until I saw that there was no compassion coming from neither his eyes nor his body language. He was so austere and icy that I was now afraid of what would happen if I denied him. I wasn’t fearful of him hurting me, just him abandoning me. Jordan was like my drug of choice. I realized from the moment I’d heard his voice over the phone, that I wasn’t as over him as I thought I was.

  The prolonged silent treatment he was torturing me with was tearing me apart. I watched as Jordan slid into his clothes ignoring me until he was finished.

  “Again, we leave for China next week.” He snatched up his shirt, stuffed his feet into his Gucci driver loafers, and left me alone with my thoughts.

  I was so mad at myself for allowing him to see me crying, which was getting old. Sitting back on the sofa, I thought about what I’d allowed myself to get into. My cluttered mind was a mess trying to process the events of my life since Jordan had entered it, but one thing became clear. Suddenly, my backbone had started to develop and I knew what I had to do.

  • • •

  “Did you remember something that could help Agent Garza?” Aliyah asked me.

  Thinking quickly, I knew I couldn’t show my hand just yet—especially with Agent Garza thinking he had the best of me. I wanted to make him work for what he was after. “Nothing that we hadn’t already talked about.”

  Agent Garza stopped the recorder. “Are you sure?”

  I took a sip of the now lukewarm water sitting before me. “Yes, I’m positive.” Agent Garza and I made eye contact that was only broken when Aliyah intervened.

  “I’d like to take a breather to confer with my client,” she said.

  “I was just thinking the same thing myself. Everyone, take ten,” Agent Garza agreed as he dismissed the rest of the agents. “Ms. Brooks, remember the deal you cut with the D.A., depends on you cooperating a hundred percent. I’ve already caught you in a few sloppy cover-ups concerning the girl. You don’t want to disappoint me by trying to hide more information because I will find out.”

  I made a clucking sound with my tongue before waving Agent Garza away. The moment he left, I went off. “Who does he think he is?”

  Aliyah stood and looked around as if we weren’t alone. “Not here. Let’s take a walk.”

  Once we were out of the building, we walked down the sidewalk when Aliyah excused herself to take a call. I sat on one of the benches thinking of everything that had led to this point. Aliyah finished up her other business and joined me.

  “Is there something more you need to tell me?”

  I faced her and tried to hide my true feelings. “Why would you think that?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “You stopped with the story as if you just remembered something pertinent, and I want to know what it is.”

  The wind blew my hair into my face. I fought with it to get it into a ponytail until we got back inside. “Aliyah, you’re my attorney. It would be stupid for me to hold anything from you.”

  She reached to get a fly-away strand before it made its way into my eye. “It would be very stupid, which is why you should tell me. Better yet, remember what’s at stake, Bianca. Hell, Agent Garza already busted you once. If he finds you’re withholding information again, he can have the deal thrown off the table and charges brought up against you for obstruction of justice . . . or worse. Now, I’m sure you wouldn’t want that. Would you?” Aliyah stood, indicating that the meeting was over.

  I placed my hand on her shoulder before she walked off, prompting her to contemptuously stare me up and down. “I’m not withholding anything, just betraying my man. I hate doing this, Aliyah, especially when I don’t know that he’s the one who really set me up.”

  And that quickly, the look was replaced by a smile before her finger swiped at a tear that rolled down my cheek. “Of course you do.”

  I followed her back into the building where Agent Garza and the others were waiting with two women who weren’t present earlier.

  Agent Garza stood when I entered to make introductions. “Ms. Brooks, Ms. Talal, District Attorney Marlow Hayes and Legal Attaché Phoebe Bercherot will be joining us for the duration. They’re already up to speed with your statement thus far, as they were listening to you on the other side of the glass.”

  District Attorney Marlow Hayes, a petite, but curvy woman with smooth, dark-chocolate skin nodded in my direction. Her intense hazel eyes bore a hole through me, as if I should have been intimidated, but I wasn’t.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Brooks, it’s nice to be meeting you in better surroundings. Aliyah,” she said halfheartedly.

  Aliyah gave her the same half-assed greeting. “Marlow.”

  Phoebe’s eyes were cold, but her lips held a smile. Her body looked like it belonged to a thirteen-year-old boy. If not for the fact that she was wearing a pencil-skirt suit and sporting a blonde, sharp-edged bob with humongous breasts that made her look as if she would topple over at any minute, I may have mistaken her for one. “Bonjour, Mademoiselles Brooks and Talal. I’m Legal Attaché Phoebe Bercherot, and I work with the American Embassy in Paris. Since a serious and most devastating crime was committed against the Musée du Louvre . . . well, it’s only fitting that I see what you can come up with to make sure that everyone involved is brought to justice.”

  “Yeah, well, nice to meet you too, Legal Bercherot. I only hope that we’re able to bring some closure to this catastrophe that took place at Musée du Louvre, and recover your precious treasures while we’re at it.” Aliyah spoke with concern and passion, but with an undertone of hidden mockery that only I seemed to have caught.

  District Attorney Marlow Hayes laughed, breaking the ice. “Now that introductions are out of the way, you may continue, Ms. Brooks.”

  Guess I wasn’t the only one who had detected the sarcasm oozing from Aliyah’s so-called speech.

  • • •

  The day of the trip to Bora Bora had finally arrived. Jordan called, stopped by and did everything under the sun to get me to change my mind about going. For the first time in a long time, I was back to my old self, and it felt damned good.

  On the drive to the airport, my phone rang, displaying an unknown number. I was going to igno
re it, chalking it up to a bill collector, but something prompted me to answer.

  “Hello?”

  There was static in the background and then Jordan’s voice came through. “Where are you? I’m at your house.”

  I looked at the phone to make sure I’d heard him right. “Excuse me?”

  He sighed deeply as if he were annoyed with me. “I guess this means you’re on your way to vacation with your friends, instead of standing by your man as you promised you would always do?”

  “Why is it so hard for you to understand that I had plans already?” I saw the exit for the airport coming up and was almost cut off when I got over. I cringed at the thought of my newly purchased Infiniti QX80 being hit. That was short-lived when the horn of the other driver blared loudly as if I was in the wrong. In response, I gave him the finger and kept it moving.

  Instead of showing concern, Jordan’s next statement was a demand. “I suggest you turn that car around and get your ass back home. Now!”

  When he hung up the phone, I decided to power off my cell. I came to a stop at a red light when I thought about the things I had in store while being on the “Pearl of the Pacific” for seven whole days. I wasn’t about to be bogged down with Jordan and his drama.

  Chapter 31

  After making a safe landing on the airstrip in Tahiti, we exited the plane and were greeted with fragrant floral leis and given tropical drinks served in hollowed-out coconuts decorated with little umbrellas and fruit. We journeyed to our private overwater beach bungalows by ferry. Cody, Reggie, Shelia and the three other staff members that made Pleasure Principles stepped off of the boat wearing looks of amazement on their faces. It was the first time that any of us had been there.

  Suddenly, it was a bittersweet moment when I thought about the honeymoon that never took place a few short months ago when I was stood up by my fiancé, Michael. We’d been together since the ninth grade which made our union destined to be a marriage made in heaven. The thought of him and this supposedly being our special place caused me to tear up. As quickly as they materialized, they dried up when I realized that I had to get ahold of myself since that chapter in my life was closed. Looking at my closest friends, I couldn’t have asked for a better group to experience this tropical paradise with.

  “Girl, I think he wants the doll.” Cody interrupted my thoughts when he whispered about one of the cabana boys who’d brought us to where we would be lodging. He was a strapping, young Tahitian with sun-kissed skin and a body that only God himself could’ve sculpted. His thick, black hair cascaded down his back and his accent was ultra-sexy.

  The way he devoured Cody with his eyes led me to believe that someone was going to be getting their groove on in the very near future. “Mmm-hmm . . . I see him.” I snickered softly so he wouldn’t know that we were discussing him.

  Reggie grunted when he saw the object of his affection was taking a special interest in Cody. “Where is my room so I can go and rest my eyes for a few?” he snapped.

  One of the other guides told them to pick out a bungalow of their choice with the exception of the master suite, which belonged to me. They were all the same as far as the décor that provided a romantic theme. The gang all went to claim the spots that they would be calling home for the next seven days.

  Another hunk of a guide with my luggage in tow led the way to where I would be. I couldn’t help but to look at his well-toned ass and wonder what it would feel like in my hands. Naughty thoughts plagued me until we arrived at our destination.

  He stepped to the side and allowed me to enter first. The only way that I could describe the layout and the white décor was . . . enchanting. The views were wide open, yet provided private at the same time. I could see the ocean through the glass floor of my bungalow. Seeing the many schools of fish swimming about and the colorful reefs gave the room an ambiance out of this world. I could sit and stare at the beauty of one of God’s greatest creations all day. The lie was told when my guide walked past with my luggage proving that Mother Nature couldn’t hold my attention too long with him in the vicinity. His bulging muscles beckoned out to me. My hands were itching to reach out and touch until he caught me staring. Our eyes locked and a knowing grin spread across his face. He flexed pectorals at me that couldn’t be contained by his tight-fitting uniform shirt.

  “Is there anything else that I can do for you?” he wanted to know.

  I was still at a loss for words when he boldly led me over to the king-sized canopy bed dressed in the fluffiest of white linens and comforter. He bypassed the stepladder and lifted me onto the high bed.

  “Is there anything else that you might desire?” This time he allowed me to feel his hardness pressed firmly against my knee.

  My hand instinctively caressed his rigid muscle. A soft moan escaped my lips, when I felt that he was working with a fatty. He pulled his shorts down to give me better access. I rubbed him until I saw pre-cum oozing from his slit. I polished his dick with his juices and felt its stickiness coating my hand. He had a musky scent, that would normally drive me wild, but I felt that we needed to get cleaned up before any action was to go down. I pushed him back and used the stepladder to get off of the bed. Never losing eye contact with him, I took off my clothes and stood before him completely naked.

  “I would like to shower first.”

  His smile darn near split his face it was so wide. He eagerly grabbed ahold of my hand and led the way.

  Attached to my bungalow was an outside shower with its surrounding resembling a botanic garden. It was out in the open, but still private due to its positioning. We quickly undressed, admiring each other’s nakedness. He turned the water on and waited for it to heat up. When he was satisfied with its temperature, he adjusted the shower head and allowed the warm streams to cascade over our bodies. I took the complimentary soap and lathered and explored his most sensitive spots.

  The favor was returned when he washed me from head to toe. He took his time giving me pleasure along the way, massaging my nipples and clit. His dick poked me in the belly begging for my attention. I knelt in front of him and was immediately drenched from the gushing waters. My straight hair was now a curly mess, but that didn’t bother me as I leaned in and let my tongue glide across his slit to see how he tasted. I don’t know what his diet was, but his sap was as sweet as maple syrup. My hungry mouth wanted more and I obliged by engulfing all of him. His tool wasn’t as big as I would’ve liked lengthwise, but it more than made up for its shortcomings in girth.

  He grabbed the back of my head while I worked him over, giving him the best tip he would receive all day. As delicious as he was, I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I let my tongue wrap around him one last time before standing up to see what his pipe-laying skills were about.

  I was quivering with need wanting him to put his mouth on me. Finally, he squatted in front of me, kissed her and then at last, began tonguing her down. I exhaled from the relief as my leg went over his shoulder. I held onto to the shower pole to accommodate him with better access into my sultry oasis. The feeling of his wide tongue as it curled around my clit was indescribable. I fucked his face as though I was in a marathon trying to make it to the finish line. Feeling his soft lips kissing my lips and his tongue doing the bump and grind with my pearl was an ecstasy of a ride. I slowed a bit, paced myself, humping his mouth, slowing every now and then to prolong the inevitable.

  “Ooooh!” I moaned to keep from screaming out loud the way I wanted to. In my mind, I pictured the moment of when I would explode inside of his mouth, sending all of my long, pent-up frustrations with Jordan in the form of a creamy tidal wave down his throat. Sensing that I was almost there, I decided that I wanted to feel that fat dick inside of me and backed away.

  I rushed back inside the room, trying to think, and became panicked when I couldn’t remember which suitcase I had packed my condoms in. Just when I thought I was going to have to send him on his way, he proved to me that he was not only a pussy slayer, but a li
fesaver, for he came prepared! He took a couple of condoms out of his wallet and slid one on. I got on the perfectly made bed, grabbed some of the pillows to prop myself up, and tooted my ass in the air for him to hit it from the back.

  He was only too willing to take me up on my offer. He massaged himself some more before entering me. His little fatty was just what the doctor had ordered for the time being. He was humping and smacking my ass and serving me right, but the moment it started to get really good . . .

  “Oooh, yeeeeah!”

  The motherfucker came.

  Mad wasn’t the word. I was about to cuss his ass out when one of his coworkers barged in without knocking. I looked over my shoulder at him. Cocky and so sure of himself, he grabbed his crotch and walked over to the bed. I couldn’t believe that he had such nerve that he thought he could just waltz on in and get in on the action. Without being invited, he hopped on the bed as short-dick rolled off, trying to catch his breath. He pulled his shorts down with me still looking at him and unveiled a whopper! My hand reached back to stroke him while he tore open the last condom his friend had on the bed. Before plunging in, he ate me out from the back and had me speaking in tongues. His friend was good, but this was what I had come to Bora Bora looking to experience—besides the beautiful views.

  Once his appetite was sated, he eased himself inside and filled me to the brim. His strokes started out nice and slow, and before long, it became a pounding fest. I played with my clit as the core of my being erupted into a bright explosion of colorful pleasure. Cum spurted out in what felt like a never-ending climaxing river.

  My excitement got him off as he pulled out, snatched his condom off and shot hot rivulets of children that would never be onto my back before collapsing onto the bed.

  Being a little gratuitous always went over well. Judging from the wide grins on their faces, I knew they had been tipped generously. Once they were gone, I basked in the aftereffects of the illicit encounter I’d just had. I used one of the pillow cases to wipe off the mess on my back, since I was too lazy to get up and get a towel. Before long, a yawn caught me off guard and with nothing else to do, I pulled the covers back and welcomed the more than deserved nap that was awaiting me.