THE SAFE HOUSE, CEDAR VALLEY UTAH.
Dominika's heart thuds then races at double-speed. First Dmitry and now Viktor? The weight on her shoulders feels like a ten-ton anvil. What immense evil has the power to turn intensely loyal Russians into rotten rat-fuckers? Fear suddenly numbs her limbs. She'd pledged to neutralize al-Gama'at al-Islamiyya's American operations directly to Iron Hand -- the Kremlin. Failure means death or a miserable future as a forgotten number in a frozen labor camp that no one knows exists.
Such a cock-tease she is, Viktor is thinking as he scans Dominika from head to toe. Look at her. Those perfect breasts are held by nothing but a tight beige turtleneck sweater. Those tan corduroy pants hug her curves like sausage casing. And that sexy silver waist chain tinkles as the free end bounces on her perfect ass as she walks. Too bad, she has to die. Viktor looks at Tomiko and gives her outfit equal appraisal. "All right ladies. Let the game begin."
"With pleasure," Tomiko says. She swings her gaze toward Dominika. "You will cooperate, won't you?
Dominika's stare is steady. "Do I have a choice?"
"No," Tomiko says, her stare just as steadfast. "This way Gypsy Danger."
All three walk toward the Jacuzzi. Dominika ponders the two people at her side.
Although Tomiko's grip on her upper arm is surprisingly strong for a small girl, she can't be the brains behind an international terror attack. Well, whatever brainsick behavior they've planned, there's no choice but to play ball and find out what they're up to. There's always solutions, always hope. They reach the Jacuzzi's tiled edge.
"I forgot my swimsuit," Dominika says dryly.
A bantam smile washes over Tomiko's face. "You won't need one. All right Viktor. I said I'd deliver a night you'd remember. So watch and enjoy."
Tomiko gradually immerses one patient leather boot into the foamy water and then the other. As she steps down the submerged stairs, water rises past her boot tops and creeps up her thighs teasing at the hem of her skirt. Swirling bubbles rise as she reclines into the tummy-deep Jacuzzi. Viktor grins, watching her body's S curve become a silhouette against the bluish glow of the underwater light. On her face is a look of sexual bewitchment, as if the delights of a pleasurable orgasm are consuming her.
Viktor looks at Dominika. "Okay Patroph. Your turn."
"Viktor, I'm not going in there fully dressed."
He smiles. "Oh yes you are."
"With all due respect Comrade General, kiss my fucking ass."
"Patroph, don't make me force you. It'll hurt too much."
She shrugs and wets her lips, her sixth sense saying that a good performance might present the chance to catch them with their guard down. Slowly Dominika lowers one foot onto the underwater stair. Warm water seeps through the boots and around her toes.
"What's it feel like Patroph?" Viktor asks with a lusty gleam in his eye.
"It feels, well -- wet."
"Where? Between your legs?"
"Viktor, what kind of nut-job are you?"
Glancing between the two of them, Viktor's look is that of a hungry tomcat inside a fish store. "Take another step Patroph."
She shrugs and does so. Water darkens the tan cords as it rises toward her knees, flooding the Italian-made boots zipped tight against her calves.
"Another."
Thigh deep, Dominika looks at Viktor. "Am I supposed to like this?"
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Viktor says softly.
"I guess it feels well kind'a, well, different." She wades over and sits on the pool's tiled edge. Raising a leg, she looks at the water falling from the glistening boot-leather. "Mind telling me what the point of this is?"
"The point is between Viktor's legs," Tomiko says as she lifts a leg out of the bubbling water. "I told Viktor that getting wet in my clothes always makes my pussy sizzle. When I got boots on, it makes me so horny that I can't wait to be fucked. He said prove it. Well Viktor? Wet some threads too. I have big plans for that luscious cock of yours. Get your ass over here Patroph."
Dominika wades over to Tomiko. She stands and parks her gaze in Dominika's eyes.
"Gypsy Danger, when it comes too fucking, Viktor tells me that among the Swallows, you're the best of the very best. So we're gonna find out just how good you are."
"How?" Dominika asks.
"By seducing Viktor."
Dominika doesn't even blink.
"Okay, Gypsy Danger, Mz. Sex-spy extraordinaire. Put that fine body to work. You got one minute to take your best shot."
For a moment, their stares are two crossed swords locked in battle.
"Fair warning, bitch," Dominika mutters. "I never lose."
"Fair warning, bitch, I never lose 'cause I don't play fair."
Dominika turns away from Tomiko. "All right Viktor. I'll play your little perverted game. Watch very carefully."
Using slow purposeful steps, she wades deeper. Percolating bubbles rise toward the wide camel-toe V between Dominika's legs. "Viktor," she whispers, "it's -- ummmm -- warm water's soaking around my pussy now. You know I loathe wearing panties. Ahhh, now I can feel it seeping in and around my hot pussy-lips. Do you like the waist chain? See the way it teases my ass? You fantasize about fucking my ass don't you?"
Viktor stares mesmerized as Dominika lowers herself enough so that the water flows past her thick belt and then up, meeting the silver chain that surrounds her bare and slender waist. Water inundates the fuzzy brown turtleneck and flows around her breasts. She leans back and rises slightly so they stick up like two brownish islands in the middle of a lake. Closing her eyes, she delicately scratches her nipple-tips with her fingernails.
