Chapter Three - Gina
A few days later, the email pinged its arrival from my third-party consultancy, the bridge between my world and the shadowy security services.
You have a job.
I replied in the usual manner and a meeting was set up.
Using my usual mask, for my contact I parked my Ducati motorcycle and met in the basement morgue of the London Hospital.
Despite my thick, biking leathers it was chilly and my contact, Mr Grey was smothered in his grey greatcoat from the Grenadier Guards. On the slab, a body of a man with two neat jokes through his chest cavity, perfectly aligned with the heart.
"Your new job" Grey shrugged.
"Shot while escaping?" I joked thinly.
"Just shot." He replied.
Knowing my routine, the body was left for me to help me create the 'frame'. He had been a handsome man, muscular and well-endowed- I hope the assignment would give me a chance to use the king, thick shaft.
I examined the body and took in all the details. Grey handed over a secure flash drive. "Voice, video, briefing notes."
"Do I get the highlights?" my tone playful.
"A woman we want on our side would be very happy for this man to be inside her- enough highlights?"
I smiled; Perhaps I would get to fuck her with this huge dick.
"My fee?" I prodded him verbally, sending his discomfort around the dead.
"This is important and time-sensitive- 300k now, the rest when the woman comes over."
With that, he turned round sharply and left.
At home, I studied the file carefully.
Gina Swan, her code name was Lupin, was counter intelligence secondment to CIS (Cyprus Intelligence) only an analyst but discovered some dark secret intel and needed an 'out'.
The dead man was her former boyfriend and handler. Tom Harris is a cover name but one she knew him by. She had requested him to 'bring her in' but FSK (Russian Counter-Intelligence) had killed him.
A big problem for Control.
A bigger problem for me is if the woman, Gina, discovers he's dead.
The email chimed again, and my flight details were confirmed via Brize Norton (RAF Hercules flight) to RAF Akrotiri and then by military land rover to Pissouri Beach, Limassol. Control had rented a 2-bedroom villa, that Tom Harris had used before.
After an exhausting 15-hour turnaround, wearing three different masks to cover my tracks, but assuming Tom Harris's mask as I parked the non/ description Land Rover in the driveway outside. Travelling light with one hold-all and wearing Tim's clothes that had been found in his London apartment, I flopped onto the bed of the villa called 'Rosaries' and felt like sleeping the rest of the day away but I had to be sure that Gina didn't have the villa under surveillance. As Tom, I wandered on the patio and scanned for any untoward glints of metal or glass from binoculars or cameras. Seeing nothing, I retired inside and unpacked. I set up the laptop, configure the Sat phone connection, put my two phones on charge and found the house lockbox. Security services always have lock boxes as a means of housing essential tradecraft items including a sidearm. As expected, the standard Glock 25 in matt black finish resided within, complete with a shoulder holster and two full magazines and a box of 120 9mm rounds. I ejected the mag, also a full load of 15 rounds, checked the slider and reinserted the magazine and cocked the weapon, chambered a round and clicked up the safety catch. I replaced the Glock and took the whole box and put it under the bed.
As I lay on the bed, I pondered how long this might take. My RAF flight was slated for three days but I just had to wait.
If Gina was any good, she'd be hyper-aware of those out to get her, the net must be closing in.
FSK, unlike FSB we're usually gatherers of intelligence with no charter for espionage but something went wrong.
I had troubles of my own, maintaining these masks would be a drain. When I slept, the mask would slip and my true, bland featureless visage would be visible. If I slept now, even for a few hours it would replenish my strength. I took the chance. I locked the villa, locked the bedroom, and closed the curtains, blocking out the light. I set an alarm for 6 pm, giving me 4 hours.
At 4:32 pm, something woke me. It wasn't the alarm- I looked at the display. Instinctively my face rippled to assume Tom's mask. I retrieved the Glock and slipped the safety to 'live'. I approached the door and silently unlocked it. Stealthily I walked into the lounge and saw nothing. I kept the light off to save my night vision. Sudden bright lights can blind you- Basic Tradecraft.
After checking the whole villa and the poolside, I found nothing.
But then I saw the open French windows of my bedroom, I edged closer and drew the door aside. The curtains were parted and through them, I saw a figure move to the bed. I knew better than to burst in. I slipped through the curtains and then the side lamp switched on.
Gina Swan had slipped beneath the covers of the disordered bed, like Tanya Romanova in From Russia with Love. I didn't see if she was naked though- but I hoped so.
"Well, you know how to make an entrance! Naked but with a gun in your hand" Gina chuckled.
I had completely forgotten to pull on some shorts before venturing out of the bedroom. What a comical sight I must have been, except for the deadly weapon in my hand.
"Well, you did give me a fright!" Tom's voice replied. I stood and watched her, as she sat up and the covers fell from her body as she crawled up the bed on all fours.
"Well, I had better make it up to you." Gina cooed as she slid her wet mouth onto the erect cock in front of her. Her mouth was wet and warm and her tongue skilfully swirling around my glans. Her tip slipped into my cock's opening, savouring my pre-cum. Gina shuffled forward, now taking my shaft in her hand and stroking it, building up the arousal. I could feel myself throbbing and pulsing in her tight grip. I watched her head bobbing forward and back, loving sucking Tom's cock. Her blonde shaved bob was thick, lustrous, and smelled of apples. I looked down at her slender back and saw the toned muscles moving. Further down, her shapely arse made a perfect inverted heart. I slipped my hands to her head and held her as I started to slowly fuck her mouth. With the saliva lubricating my movements, I could slide more of my length into her. I smiled at her ability to take the length and so I pushed in further and she opened her throat to let me in as far as I wanted.
With her loud gagging, I felt her shudder and I slowly withdrew from her mouth, she looked up at me, strings of clear salvia falling from her mouth. Her eyes watering from the size, I took my wet dick and rubbed it on her mouth and face.
"Turn round and show me your arse," I growled and smiling gleefully, she obeyed.
"Are you going to spank me?" She put her finger to her mouth like a schoolgirl.
"Say please" I held her hips in position.
"Make me scream!" She lowered her head to the mattress, sticking her backside high, her anus winking. So, this wasn't in the file on her, but I tested her with a half dozen spanks, each progressively keener than the last and discovered her limit. As my hand spanked first the right, then the left buttock she squealed with both arousal and pain. Once her arse was hot and red, I pushed my mouth into her pussy, and tasted her warm musky flavour. Sodden from the spanking, my tongue slipped and swirled in her. Wriggling and shivering from her growing climax, I licked my thumb and slipped the tip into her anus.
"Oh fuck, I'm loving your finger in my ass!" Gina cooed and pushed back onto my thumb, swallowing it up. She welcomed my next two fingers that explored her clenching pussy, as I stood up and stroked myself to full stiffness.
"Ask nicely!" I whispered.
"Oh Tom, fuck my dirty little pussy!" She squealed, shaking from the next wave of sensation from her flexing anus and dribbling sex I filled her up with one hard thrust, burying my erection as deep as I could.
She squealed and came messily over my cock. I kept my thumb in her ass, as I fucked her from behind, I wanted this tight little hole and was determined to have it. Luckily, Gina was into my savagery and cooed and wriggled with each deep thrust and complete evacuation of her sex. As I pushed back in, her cunt gave a loud flutter, which pleased both me and her.
