"Good dreams, I hope?" Joan's moved very close to him now, her face only inches from his. "Tell me some of what you dream, Harry."
He turns from her and walks to the door, locks it, and closes the blinds on the glass partition separating the office from the rest of the building. "Why don't I show you," he says.
He returns to her and kisses her, lowering the zipper on the back of her dress at the same time. After the garment has cascaded to the floor, he motions her over to a couch near the wall. She removes her bra and panties as he strips his own clothes off. He sits down and pulls her on top of his lap, her legs straddling him. She offers her tits to him and he sucks them greedily. She reaches for his cock and strokes it, feeling it expand in her hand. He lifts her by her ass, and tells her to put his cock inside of her. His cock slides in, her wetness engulfing him. She moans as his cock pounds into her. She keeps herself balanced on him by throwing her arms around his head, freeing up both his hands to caress her tits. He moves a hand under her ass and inserts a finger into her asshole, doubling her pleasure.
"Fuck me, Harry, and then fuck me in the ass like in Iraq; I want you in my ass."
For several more minutes he slides his cock in and out of her cunt, and then he moves her onto her stomach on the couch. He pulls her up onto her knees, her tits sprawled on the couch, and circles his tongue all around her rosebud making it wet and slippery before thrusting it inside. He spits on it to make it super juicy and then straightening up puts his cock to her anus. He pushes into her, his cock sliding through the rubbery sphincter and deep inside of her. She is breathing hard now, pushing her ass back to meet his invasion, her fingers clawing at the couch. Soon she takes one of her hands and touches her pussy with it, pushing a finger, and then another one, inside massaging her clit. With the noise they're making it's surprising no one outside has tried breaking the door down yet. But with the fire enflaming her ass from Harry's cock and her fingers dancing on her clit, it isn't long before she hits her climax, with Harry emptying his cock deep inside her ass shortly after.
She sprawls flat onto her stomach on the couch with Harry lying on top of her.
"Hmmm," Joan purrs. "That was nice, Harry, really nice. One of the few fond memories I have of that place."
"Is that why you specifically asked for me for this operation? Spark old memories?"
"Is there anything wrong with that? But, no, Harry, that wasn't the only reason. I want the best people I know on this operation, and you're one of them, even though you work for the LAPD and not the CIA. I had to pull a couple of strings to get you, but it was worth it."
"Thanks," Harry says.
"I wish you had come with us after leaving the army; the CIA would've been lucky to have you, and I would've liked that a lot."
"I wanted to plant myself in good old American soil after the army; I was tired of overseas assignments." By now they were dressed again.
"It looks like you've got good CIA people working for you, too," says Harry. "Annie is a tough little cookie, a real firecracker. My daughter is nuts about her, as is my partner, though neither for anything having to do with the CIA. Even the blind guy seems all right."
"Auggie's the glue that keeps things together most of the time."
"So who is this Kaplan guy?" asks Bosch after a pause.
"Hollister Kaplan," says Joan. "He's an old gun runner working in Latin America, though for a while now he's been off our radar. A while ago we were tipped off by a Mossad operative that he had resurfaced and was planning a deal with North Korea to smuggle in high-tech nuclear materiel for their development program. It was coming up from Lima through L.A. before going overseas. We want to stop it here."
"How much are we looking at? Truckloads?"
"Nope, actually all of what they've got fits into two suitcases. It seems these days the smaller the package, the more lethal the contents."
The next day all those involved in the operation assemble at the luxurious Hotel Dormaine. Annie is in her rather skimpy cocktail waitress outfit, her beautiful legs on full display. Bosch is sashaying around the premises, along with Jerry and two other plainclothes officers, all connected to each other via earpieces. There are no uniformed police officers about, of course. Auggie is back at headquarters with Joan ready to monitor everything on his computer. Kaplan is hosting a party, a rather large gathering in one of the hotel's ballrooms, and guests are beginning to arrive. Joan thinks the party is a distraction for the major order of business that will go down somewhere else in the hotel.
Annie makes a number of rounds of the ballroom holding a tray of drinks. At one point Jerry approaches her to talk with her, but she cuts him off abruptly. Bosch goes up to him a bit later and tells him to keep his goddam pecker in his pants and don't fuck up the operation. He tells Bosch to relax, "I've got a date with Maddie later anyway, so go fuck yourself."
Finally, Kaplan arrives with a small entourage of three women, all gorgeous, naturally. Annie immediately zeros in on him, offering him a drink, and talking to him. He is fluent in Spanish, but his native language is Portuguese, and that's what Annie uses for conversation. He's instantly impressed, and is so happy to find someone conversant in his favorite language that he wants her to stay close. She tells him she's got to mingle, it's her job, or she'll get fired, and he replies that she needn't worry about the maldito trabalho (damn job), he'll give her five times as much money if she stays close. She smiles at him and stands very close to him. "Perto assim?" (close like this) she asks him, smiling coyly. "Sim, isso e perfeito" (yes, that's perfect), he replies and grins. And it was perfect for her, too, because the receiver should have no trouble hearing everything now.
Kaplan talks to several people, in English or Spanish, sometimes telling her to wait where she is so he can talk privately. She makes sure to stay within ten feet of him, though, at least most of the time. Soon Annie notices a certain restlessness among the three women in his entourage, as if they are about to leave. Kaplan then asks her if she would like to join him and the women in a more intimate setting and party together, just the five of them. He tells her he will give her $1,000 per hour for all the time she stays, which he imagines might be all night. He makes it very clear that it will involve sex (only a moron wouldn't have been able to figure that out), perhaps of a very kinky nature, and that it would include him and the three women but that's all. (He doesn't want her to think she is going to be gang-banged by a room full of maniacs.)
Kaplan looks to be about 40 years old, well built, and handsome enough. To indicate to him that she wasn't just born yesterday, she asks about the money: how does she know he's going to pay her after the proceedings are over? Unlike some men, who might have just socked her in the jaw at that point, he understands her position and comprehends her concern, even appreciates her display of self-interest. He says he'll give her $5000 up front, the rest, if there's more, when she leaves. She starts to think that if Kaplan wasn't mixed up in this awful nuclear deal with North Korea, he might not be such a bad guy after all. She agrees, of course, and makes a quick scan of the room looking for Harry to signal him she's about to go off with Kaplan. She eyes him, makes her signal, and sees him shake his head no, indicating they have not gotten any information that would help them locate the suitcases. The receiver is still a vital tool.
They all go to an elevator, get on, and begin ascending to an upper floor. Since intimate relations are soon to commence the women all introduce themselves to Annie. Since the women only speak Spanish, that's what they all speak now. While the women talk, Kaplan moves away and makes a phone call. Annie has a feeling it's an important one.
They enter a large suite on the tenth floor. The suite is sub-divided into several rooms, one being an oversized bathroom with a large Jacuzzi/sunken bath in the center of it. The women are instructed to take their clothes off in the bedroom and hang them in the closet. As Annie takes her blouse off, she yanks the second button off and swallows it. When everyone is naked they come back into the bathroom and assemble in the tub. Annie thinks they're all going to take a bath together, but the women begin to pee on one another. Annie is pulled into the middle and everyone takes aim at her, soon drenching her. She hasn't done anything like this since college, and is finding it most enjoyable and sexy. The women are very affectionate with each other, rubbing their bodies together, kissing one another, hands everywhere, which only intensifies the pleasure.
Soon they are joined by Kaplan who stands on the edge of the bath and has the women all gather close together in front of him. He begins to pee on them, some of the women squealing with delight. He must've been saving up for a very long time because he seems to go on forever. The women are wallowing around on the bottom of the bath, licking the piss off each other's tits, dribbling it from their mouths, licking each other's pussy. Kaplan finally finishes peeing and is about to step into the bath, when a fully dressed man comes into the room, goes up to him, and says something to him, almost in a whisper. He hardly looks at the naked, pee-drenched women, and they hardly pay any attention to him. But Annie pays close attention and from the angle he's standing at, can read his lips. Along with a bunch of other things, she sees him say Habitacion 247 (Room 247). Convinced this must be vital information, and not sure whether her ingested receiver gets it, she turns away from the others for a second and says out loud Room 247 down towards her stomach.
Whether it's the acoustics of the room or just freak timing, but just as she says it, the room grows almost silent, and what she utters is heard clearly by all. Shit, Annie thinks. Kaplan stares at her and steps into the bath. The other women scurry out of the bath like rats fleeing a burning building, and Annie backs away from the advancing Kaplan, though she runs out of free space quickly. She tries climbing out of the bath, but Kaplan grabs her and pulls her back in. He throws her down into the pooled pee at the bottom of the bath, and she splashes around trying to get away from him. He grabs her by her sopping wet hair and drags her through the piss to the other end of the bath where it's slightly deeper. He smacks her across the face a few times and forces it under the pee. He holds her there as she flails away trying to raise her head and breathe again; then he pulls her head out and immediately pushes it back under again. Piss is flying all over the bathroom from their struggling.
