Stephen's eyes were closed, being blinded by a warm light. He tried to move in his seat, but found his was strapped in tight. Drowsily he tried to remember where he was, keeping his eyes closed. Then there was the announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen, cabin crew will be collecting any items you no longer need to prepare for landing." Oh yes, Stephen remembered, the red-eye. He opened his eyes to see the clouds stretching away from his porthole, the sun streaming through making him wince at how bright it was. He yawned and gratefully accepted the warm towel offered by the attractive air steward. Stephen did not like travelling. Or more accurately he didn't like the waiting around before and after. The actual jet, boat, car or whatever was fine, but the process was the painfully boring.
The aeroplane took an age to taxi up to the stand, and people jumped off their seats eager to be gone from the metal tube while the air bridge was slowly connected. Stephen being a well seasoned traveller took his time and waited. He left the aeroplane, thanking the pilot and staff as he shuffled out and headed through the noisy terminal to passport. Now more waiting in line, shuffling forward and waiting again as each person is processed, questioned and their border cards are stamped: chunk chunk thank-you conducted by 25 people, every 5 minutes making a strange rhythm in the noisy terminal. Stephen yawned, bored he had seen this all before.
"Stephen Crane?" asked the border agent when it was his turn.
"Yes, that is me." he responded.
"Why have you come here," asked the border agent, scrutinising the passport and border card.
"For business", he responded confidently. The same questions, the same routine.
"And what business is that?" asked the border guard swiping the passport through the electronic reader.
"Well, I sell electronic equipment. We have a variety of different offerings for manufacturing and also some primary industries such as oil and gas,"
"I see sir," said the border guard. Chunk-chunk as he stamped the visa card handing it back to him directing Stephen over to the exit.
"Thank-you," said Stephen taking it, and then walked to the exit to hand it to the waiting guard so he could be let into the country. Stephen walked the short distance, wearily handing over the card to a heavily armed policeman.
"This way sir," said the policeman, pulling Stephen out of the flow of passengers. "If you would like to follow me,"
Stephen shook his head weary. He wanted to get to the hotel the freshen-up, before getting to the office. "OK," he responded dully.
The noise seemed to reach a crescendo and he could hear a woman at the border screaming something about wanting to be let in. The policeman led Stephen away from his fellow passengers up a short flight of stairs and opened the door of an office.
"Please wait here, someone will be with you shortly" said the policemen, shutting the door and with a resounding click locked it.
Silence. The room was quiet, and the outside hubbub was barely perceptible. "Whatever," muttered Stephen as he sat down on the basic chair, back to the door, facing a desk. Must be some processing mistake or something. He examined the room and saw that the room was basic. There was a desk, two chair and a cheap looking sofa to one side. There was nothing on the desk. The walls were covered in fabric which accounted to the sound proofing.
Stephen waited yawning. I could do with a coffee, he thought.
He waited.
He looked at this watch.
Click, the door opened, Stephen looked behind him to see another border official enter carrying a small briefcase. Attractive, dark hair with dark eyes. Stephen smiled at her.
"Hi," he offered, "Thought no-one was going to come," he smiled, thinking that possibly he could charm his way out of the situation.
She did not smile. She closed and locked the door behind her and walked past him over the desk. She sat down placing the brief case on the desk.
"It is quiet in here..." continued Stephen trying to build some form of relationship, prior to some form of interrogation that he felt was going to happen, "The noise doesn't get in from outside," he smiled again.
"Or from inside out..." she said sweeping her hair back. "So, your name is Stephen Crane?"
"It has been all my life," replied Stephen grinning a little. She shot him a withering look. OK so it was not going to be that kind of interview. She clicked open the briefcase, so she could look inside taking out a pad of paper, a pen and a ruler.
"My name is Juanita. Stephen, I want to get right down to business. I don't work for the police, or for the border guard. I work for one of our intelligence agencies. We think that you would be an asset to help us understand what certain contacts you have are doing. You can pass information to us, and you would be of great benefit to this country. What do you say?" she paused for effect.
"I am useless at that kind of thing," Stephen didn't like the way this was heading. "I am no James Bond. I can't remember anything...Sorry you have the wrong guy."
"I see," said Juanita, reaching into her case. She brought out three very large and thick wads of cash. "Sorry to be quite so blunt, but we need your assistance," she smiled beautifully looking down at the cash "And there is plenty more if you assist us."
Stephen looked at the cash and shook his head "I'm sorry, but I am not a spy. I have paid off my house, my divorce, my children have left home. I have done well...I really don't need the cash. Sorry"
She looked a little disappointed, put the cash back into the suitcase and brought out a bag of white powder and looked at him questioningly.
"No," said Stephen "Never have done, never will do drugs." He shrugged. "If that is all..." he moved to get up.
"SIT BACK DOWN," she commanded, eyes blazing. Stephen sat instinctively feeling something stir. Juanita appraised him closely. "I wonder," she mused. She got up from the desk, picking something up from the briefcase, she moved around to Stephen and before he knew what had happened, he felt the cold steel of handcuffs being snapped around his left hand, they were police cuffs, so she easily used the rigid cross piece to bring his hands together and snap the other cuff on the right hand.
"What..?" said Stephen confused.
"My job is to find what button to press," Juanita smiled. "Money or drugs work for most..." she looked down at his crotch and smiled broadly at him as she could see it swell through the cloth. She leant down to his ear and whispered, her warm breath ticking his ear: "But other people have other buttons."
She sat down on the desk opposite Stephen looking down on him on the cage. "Feeling vulnerable?" she asked. "Legs apart," she commanded, when Stephen didn't obey "Legs apart, now!" her voice biting. Stephen pulled his legs apart and she placed her black booted right foot between his thighs, and then very gently pressed the tip. Stephen groaned despite himself.
"How interesting," Juanita breathed. She slowly moved the foot back and forth pressing down on his swelling cock as she pressed, and then took away the pressure, pressed again slightly longer.
"So, you do have some buttons to press," she continued. "Is this what you have been doing after your divorce?" she teased.
"I am not really the person you need," protested Stephen trying to concentrate.
"Oh?" asked Juanita. She leant forward her knee rising to his face, her breasts close to him. "Kiss it."
Stephen hesitated. "I said kiss it!" Juanita barked. Stephen placed a chaste kiss on the top of her uniform. "No, that is not how it likes being kissed!" she pressed her foot harder into his crotch again. "Come on Stephen lets try again."
Stephen leant forward and started to kiss the breast again "That it," purred Juanita. She reached up to her breast and pushed the clothed breast into his mouth.
"Nice?" she enquired, feeling the cloth become more wet under his kissing.
"Yes," Stephen admitted between kisses. Juanita slowly unbuttoned the front of her uniform shirt and pulled away the black lacey bra revealing a dark areole and a perky hard nipple. "Lick the nipple Stephen, lick it for Juanita."
Stephen offered his tongue and licked her offered nipple feeling it leap under his tough, hard and unyielding as he slowly worked his way around it playing. Juanita moaned a little. Stephen took her nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled it.
"No!" Juanita sat up and slapped him hard on his face.
"Wha..?" Stephen eyes filled with tears from the blow. "I thought..."
"No," she slapped him again "I did not tell you that you could do that. You obey only my commands. You understand?"
"I thought that was what you wanted. Jesus you are such a bitch," sulked Stephen.
"Oh yes, I am a bitch," chuckled Juanita standing up from the desk. "And for the moment you are my bitch too. I will not have such transgressions done to me. It is time you learnt your place. On the floor."
"What really?" asked Stephen.
"Did. I. Stutter?"
Stephen carefully inched down onto the carpeted floor.
