While she had healthier than average curiosity and was a rather clever sort, Jessica wasn't a spy, and didn't really have the slightest idea as to how she was going to pull this off.
The motel was suitably nondescript, but clean. It had a pool and free wi-fi, but that was about it for amenities. There was a coffee shop next door, but the glitz and glamor of Las Vegas was nowhere to be seen. On the other hand, the neighborhood was quiet. She was grateful for that.
After checking into the motel and unpacking her suitcase, Jessica got in her car and drove towards the Bellagio. She had decided to dress like a tourist, wearing a nondescript dress and a large floppy hat with sunglasses. She put her hair in a ponytail under the hat and figured that she likely wouldn't attract too much attention. After all, lots of people wear sunglasses and hats in Las Vegas. If she accidentally encountered Ryan, he likely wouldn't recognize her with just a casual glance.
She parked her car in the garage and headed inside to get a look around.
The hotel/casino complex was immense. Jessica was overwhelmed by the size of the place. She'd been there before, but she'd forgotten just how large the place was. The hotel has nearly four thousand rooms, but there were always thousands of non guests wandering around, too. The beautiful fountains outside the front of the hotel tend to draw in lots of sightseers.
The hotel seems so much larger when you're trying to find one person. It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I'm probably wasting my time.
Jessica was also quite impressed by the clientèle, most of whom appeared to be fairly well to do. The Bellagio was clearly frequented by well-heeled guests, as everyone seemed to be wearing designer clothes. Jessica felt a bit underdressed, though she was far from the only one there who was dressed like a tourist. The array of shopping boutiques caught Jessica's eye, too. One could easily spend days in the stores there, and she was always up for shopping. That would have to wait, however, as finding Ryan and discovering what he was up to was her first priority.
Jessica wandered around the hotel complex for nearly two hours. Due to the hotel's size, there were a lot of places that anyone could hide in plain sight - the casino, the shopping area, the art gallery, the swimming pool area, the gardens, or inside any one of the restaurants. It would be hard to find someone there even if they knew you were looking for them. There could be thousands of people inside the place at any time and it wouldn't even appear to be crowded.
It was approaching dinnertime, and Jessica was beginning to get hungry, as she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Since she'd already committed a lot of money to the convention admission and the hotel, Jessica was feeling a bit frugal. She decided to eat at the buffet, which offered an incredible variety of food at a reasonable price. The buffet was also large enough that Jessica could probably eat unnoticed, even if Ryan were there. There were usually hundreds of people dining there at any given time; she'd just blend right in.
Jessica worked her way through the line, picking out a salad, an entree and a dessert. She was on vacation, of sorts, so why not grab that slice of Boston Cream Pie? After walking around for hours, she felt as if she'd earned it.
She paid for her meal and began to look for an out-of-the-way table where she could watch people come and go without being seen herself. While concentrating on finding a suitable table, she failed to notice the wet spot on the floor where someone had recently spilled a drink.
Before she even realized what was happening, Jessica slipped on the slick floor, dropped her tray and landed flat on her back, right in the middle of the restaurant. The crash of plates breaking on the tile floor was loud enough that nearly everyone in the immediate area stopped to see the source of the noise. Hotels and casinos are loud places, but the sound of breaking dishes never goes unnoticed.
One gentleman immediately rushed to her aid and offered to help her up.
“Are you OK, miss?” he asked.
“I'm fine,” she said, as she allowed him to help her back to her feet.
As she assessed her situation, she looked into the eyes of her would-be rescuer. It was Ryan.
“Jessica? What are you doing here?” he asked. “Never mind. Come with me. Quickly.”
He quickly ushered her to a nearby table. Jessica was so flustered by the sudden accident, as well as her clumsy way of being discovered by Ryan, that she could barely speak.
“Uh... hi, Ryan,” she muttered. “I'm so embarrassed.”
“What are you doing here?” he asked again.
Jessica just looked at him sheepishly.
“Uh..I'm...uh...I wanted to observe you.”
“You what?” he asked, incredulously.
“I wanted to watch you work as a spy. As research for my books. I'm sorry. I was trying to find you and observe you without your knowing about it. I hoped to follow you all week, but you found me in a couple of hours. I guess I'd make a lousy spy.”
They both laughed.
“Yes, I'd say your spy career is off to a pretty poor start, Jess.”
Realizing that Jessica had more food on her clothing than she had on her plate, Ryan offered to get her some lunch. He started to head back to the buffet line for her, but then stopped when he had another thought.
“Why don't you come up with me to my room. You can clean up there and I'll order something for you from room service. Besides, it's a bit more private.”
Jessica, hungry and sticky, thought that sounded like a good idea.
“OK. I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't ruin anything for you.”
“Don't worry about it. Come on.”
They caught a nearby elevator and went up to Ryan's room on the eighteenth floor. Ryan's well-apportioned room had a beautiful view of the swimming pool area.
“I could get used to staying in nice hotels with you, Ryan. You always get such nice rooms.”
“Why don't you clean up in the bathroom? There are a couple of robes in the closet. If you need to, we can call and have the hotel clean your dress.”
“No need for the cleaners. I think I can clean it up.”
She took off her dress and put on the robe and then proceeded to blot out the stains using a damp cloth. She hung up her dress to dry and came out into the main room. Ryan was sitting on the sofa. Jessica took a seat next to him.
“I'm so embarrassed,” she said.
“Don't be. You didn't see the spill and you slipped. It's not that big of a deal. But could you explain again why you're here?”
“I realized that I didn't know that much about what you do for a living and even less about how you go about it. I've been writing stories about a spy but I don't really have any firsthand information about what they do. So I needed to find out for myself since you haven't told me much about your job.”
“True. Uh...spies can't exactly go around telling everyone what they're doing, you know. It sort of defeats the purpose of being a spy if you go around talking about it all the time.”
“I get that. That's why I thought I'd come to Las Vegas. I'd see if I could find you and follow you around at the convention. I could see what you were doing and take notes. Of course, I had intended to do it secretly. I sort of blew that part.”
Ryan laughed. “I have to admire your spunk, Jessica. You do have the right attitude and a fair amount of curiosity. You'd make a lousy spy, though. Dropping your dinner in the middle of a restaurant isn't exactly the best way to avoid drawing attention to yourself.”
“Well, it was my first time trying to spy on somebody. Were you good at it from the start?”
“You have a point. Everyone makes mistakes, I guess.” He laughed. “Why don't I call room service for you? A burger and fries OK with you? Something else?”
“Whatever. A burger will be fine.”
Ryan called room service and they told him that the food would be there in about thirty minutes.
“I guess we've got a half an hour or so until the food arrives. What shall we do to kill time while we wait?”
Jessica
smiled as Ryan took her hand and pulled her closer to him on the sofa. She leaned in and his lips met hers. They were soft and gentle, and she felt her nipples stiffen as his warm, wet tongue entered her mouth. She loved Ryan's kisses, and they were comforting enough to help her forget her embarrassment from the incident at the buffet. Actually, they were comforting enough to make her forget pretty much anything. When Ryan kissed her, Jessica entered a world where nothing else mattered.
He stroked her cheek as they kissed, then he slowly moved his hand into her robe to gently run his finger slowly around her erect nipple.
Jessica ran her hand across his chest and slid it down near his belt. She could feel his stiffening erection through his pants. Ryan continued to kiss her with his soft lips and probing tongue as she began to caress his erect but still-clothed cock.
Ryan's finger running around her nipple was torturing her. As he continued to lightly stroke her nipple, Jessica felt herself growing wet between her legs. The combination of the kisses and the caressing of her breast was making her squirm with excitement. She took her free hand and began to rub the sweet spot between her legs.
Ryan slowly leaned forward and began to kiss and suck her nipples. As he did so, she rubbed herself harder and harder, her fingers easily slipping in and out of her increasingly damp pussy. The stress of the incident downstairs was forgotten as she focused on the pleasure coming from her own hand and Ryan's mouth. She knew she'd find her release soon.
It didn't take long. Jessica came quickly, with wave upon wave of pleasure cascading over her as Ryan continued to kiss and suck her swollen nipples. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her aggressively, bringing her yet another thundering orgasm.
She was sweating, shaking, and throbbing all at once as Ryan's masterful fingers worked their magic. He continued to rub her for several minutes more, and Jessica felt herself convulsing, coming again and again.
“You should patent whatever it is you do with your fingers,” she said between deep breaths. “You're that good.”
Jessica decided that it was Ryan's turn to experience incredible pleasure. She reached for his pants and unfastened his belt.
She reached into his boxers delicately and pulled out his hard penis. She rubbed it gently as Ryan slid off his pants and undershorts.
She could feel that his cock was slick with excitement as she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke it's hard length.
“Please,” he asked. “Put your mouth on it. Lick it. Suck it.”
Jessica didn't need an invitation; she was more than willing to comply. She pulled the head towards her mouth and circled it with her tongue, tasting the salty slickness on the tip.
She took the head into her mouth and began to slowly move it in and out, while working the underside with her tongue and running her hand up and down its impressive length. She could feel herself dripping between her legs as she continued to lick and suck Ryan's throbbing cock.
She took it out for a second and said, “No arguments, Ryan. This time, I'm going to finish this.”
Ryan just moaned softly and said nothing as Jessica slid her warm, wet mouth over his cock and returned to sucking with a vengeance. He had been such a good and attentive lover, and this was her chance to return the favor. Jessica was determined to make Ryan come, right here and right now.
She wanted all of him in her mouth, and she wanted him there until she was done with him. He instinctively knew this, and began thrusting his hips in time with the movements of her mouth. She sucked and slurped faster and with more determination as he continued to thrust his hips.
Jessica felt him stiffen and she knew he was ready to finish. Finally, with a gasp, he uttered, “I'm coming now.”
His entire body shook as the thrusting stopped and Jessica felt her mouth filling with Ryan's hot, sticky semen. She stroked his cock carefully as he continued to shake. She was delighted to finally be able to make him come with her mouth and she swallowed with joy and satisfaction.
She continued sucking ever so gently for the next few minutes. “Was that OK?” she asked with a smile.
“That was wonderful. Come here.” He pulled her to him and gave her a long, lingering kiss.
A few minutes later, room service brought the meal. Ryan had also ordered a burger for himself, as well as a bottle of wine.
As they ate their sumptuous meal of hamburgers, fries and a good Cabernet Sauvignon, Ryan asked Jessica about her plans.
“So, what are you going to do now? You can't spy on me anymore, since I know you're here.”
“I don't know. I really don't have much information for my next spy book. I'm so sorry you caught me. I'm not sure what I'm going to do now.”
“Well, you can't stay here with me. I have a job to do. I can't have you following me around.”
“Well...maybe you could tell me a bit about what you're here for. I can take some notes - just vague ones, and write a story based on that.”
“You know I can't talk about what I'm doing in the middle of an assignment. It's confidential. Besides, someone might hear me or find out what it is I'm doing.”
“No one's going to hear you up here in the room. Just give me the basics of the job. I'll change the details for the book. Promise.”
Ryan was a bit skeptical, but at the same time, he didn't want Jessica's presence to be a distraction. If he needed to give her a few details about this job in order to get her to go home and stay out of his way, then that's what he needed to do. The job had to come first.
“OK. I'll fill you in on what I'm doing here.”
Jessica found a notepad and pen in the nightstand to take notes.
“Go ahead.”
“I've been hired by a company that manufactures microprocessors for smart phones. You know - the chips that actually make them run.”
“OK...”
“They've developed a prototype chip that runs twice as fast as anything on the market right now. But here's the best part - it also uses only a quarter of the power of current chips.”
“So it's faster and lets you use it longer without recharging it?”
“Exactly. But here's the deal. It hasn't gone into production yet; it's still in the testing stage. But it's so far ahead of the competition that nobody is likely to duplicate it for at least two years.”
“Sounds great. What's the problem?”
“The problem is that one of the engineers for the company has stolen one of the samples. It looks like he's going to bring it here to sell it to some Koreans.”
“Koreans?”
“They're into manufacturing cell phones in a big way. There's a buyer coming here that represents one or more of the companies; I don't know which ones. They want to acquire the chip as a group so that their country can effectively own the industry for a while.”
“Who is the buyer?”
“It's a guy I know only as Mr. Kim. I don't know his real name. I'm not even all that sure what he looks like. I know more about the seller.”
“And he is...”
“His name is Bob Kellerman. He's about five foot eight, with short brown hair and glasses like Woody Allen. He'd stand out just about anywhere - except at a convention of engineers.”
Jessica laughed. Yes, looking for a nerd in a convention center full of nerds might be a difficult task.
“So what do you do?”
“I thought about just grabbing the briefcase, but I came up with something easier. Have you ever heard of an electromagnetic pulse?
“No.”
“It's a surge of electrical energy that is produced when a nuclear weapon goes off. It destroys all electronics that are nearby.”
“You're going to set off a nuclear weapon?” she asked with a giggle.
“Wouldn't that be overkill?” He smiled at her. “No, I've got a small handheld device that puts out a similar, smaller pulse. It's only effective within a range of four feet or so, but it will destroy the chip or any nearby electronics if I activate i
t within a couple of feet.”
He showed her the small, pistol-sized device.
“Wow. Where did you get that?”
“I wish I could say something clever, like I got it from the spy gadget department, but I found it on the Internet.”
“So what's your plan?”
“In short, find the chip and set off the pulse near it and go home.”
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