"An evening out with the girls", at least that's what Laura told her husband and it was the truth and nothing but the truth, however it wasn't the whole truth. Unfortunately she knew that in her new line of work the whole truth was often a necessary victim. To a woman with a precise command of the English language, the word play necessary to avoid lying to her husband came easily. Had she said "just an evening out with the girls" she would have told an untruth, but as it was her conscience was clean, at least mostly clean. She smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror as she thought about her night's assignment.
Laura's husband liked her to dress sexily, so he was pleased and unsuspecting as he watched her choose her outfit for the evening. In the bedroom, she slipped her naked body into a gray blue skirt. She was excited and nervous as she plotted her tactics for the night. Noticing that her nipples were starting to tighten, her husband took one in his mouth and lightly flicked his tongue across the bud. She gave a slight moan as her husband's fingers reached beneath her skirt and felt her moistening slit. But that would have to wait for later- a while later in the case of her husband and perhaps not so much later in her own case. She gently pushed him away and completed her outfit with a sheer grey blouse for her top, a camisole for modestly beneath, her new red leather high heel shoes and a simple blue sapphire necklace. Laura was stunning- her luxurious hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced around her slender neck, and the skirt's tight waste accentuated the pleasant swell of her hips and the more bountiful swell of her bosom. Laura knew why she had been chosen for this line of work.
Her target would not be in place until at least 10pm, so she had time to tuck her children into bed, kiss her husband goodbye and to enjoy a leisurely meal on the upper east side with several of her mom friends. Laura sipped a cool glass of pino gris while gossiping, feeling a bit like a pool player who plays best after a couple of drinks. A teetotaler's game is likely to be too constrained, while too much alcohol can make you sloppy- and in Laura's business sloppiness can mean death. But a couple of drinks would put her into perfect form.
After departing from her friends, Laura took a cab downtown towards the Campbell Apartments- a discreet cocktail lounge originally owned by a turn-of-the-century tycoon who used it for dalliances with his mistress. Certainly a fitting place for her night's business. As the cab rolled down Park Avenue, Laura removed the camisole from beneath her blouse- the taxi driver probably caught a glimpse of her naked breasts through the rear view mirror as she changed- but modesty had been one of the things Laura had to shed in her new line of work and, after all, the driver did deserve a tip for good service.
Her target, the handsome Swedish tycoon who ran Saab's armaments division, seemed at home in the bar's wood panelling and gilt coffered ceiling. He should be, Laura thought, for the advance team had studied his behavior on his other trips to New York and knew all his patterns. They knew which special suite he reserved at the nearby Roosevelt hotel. They knew the bar he always went to after his business dinners. They knew the type of woman he liked to pick up and take back to his hotel. They knew he kept the file of his secret arms trades on the laptop he left in his hotel room. They knew that the hotel room was always protected by his personal body guard. Always protected, that is, unless he needed privacy to be with one of his conquests.
Laura gazed at him for a moment before approaching the empty seat beside him at the bar, and was pleased that he looked just like his photos in the dossier. A heightened sense of awareness took hold of her as sat down on the red leather stool and gracefully crossed her legs. Her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse. A light stir in the air brushed a wisp of soft hair across her cheek, which was every so slightly blushed with anxiety and excitement. Her diamond ring dazzled as the facets refracted in a rush of colors the wall lamp's dim light. The silhouette of her breasts could be clearly seen by any who cared to look- and the Swede certainly cared.
Deception is integral to all fishing- the fish must be tricked into biting the hook. In fly fishing the fish is completely deceived, when it bites the hook the fish learns that the fly was only an unappetizing mass of feather and deer hair. In bait fishing the deception is only partial, for the fish at least gets a tasty morsel as the last meal of the condemned. Laura knew that she was a bait fisherman, and would have to give a succulent taste in order to catch her prey.
As Laura pretended to study the cocktail menu, the Swede gallantly offer to buy her a glass of wine. "I would be delighted" Laura softly replied, returning the Swede's broad grin with a devilish smile on her own soft lips. She knew that she could be patiently reel this man in.
Several minutes of conversation and half a glass later, Laura gently touched his shoulder while laughing at one of his jokes. He took this as an invitation to touch her in turn, and moments later she felt his broad strong hand resting innocently on her knee. The warmth of the hand created a stirring contrast to the cool air in the bar and she felt her heart subtly quicken. He leaned towards her to whisper a compliment in her ear and his warm breath breezed across her ears and neck. As he whispered to her, his hand travelled from her knee up her thigh, until a couple of his fingers rested beneath the hem of her skirt. When he leaned back to take another sip of wine, he his hand remained on her thigh. He was clearly proud of his territorial conquest and he made a furtive and devouring glance at Laura's breasts beneath her blouse. Laura felt at the top of her game. Uncrossing her legs, Laura continued to pretend that the Swede was not turning her on. He leaned towards her again, this time moving his lips to hers at the same time that his hand moved further up her leg, beneath her skirt and between her thighs. Their lips touched and she felt a bolt of adrenaline. His lips matched hers for softness, but his kiss was not the gentle type that feels the leisure of time to slowly sense and explore. Instead it was a forceful kiss that demanded to know her taste and texture and that didn't have the time to wait. His hand continued to force its way under her skirt, and Laura could sense his surprise and heightened urgency when he discovered that there was no cloth between his fingers and her moist slit. His tongue began to dart in and out of her mouth- he had an urgent need to be inside of her. Laura was awash with sensation, her own urgent sexual need competing with the tension of knowing that the most dangerous part of her assignment was soon to begin. She suddenly broke their kiss and pulled away from him, standing up and straightening her skirt.
"It's getting late" Laura said "I really should be going home to my family now." The sudden withdrawal of the prize that he so wanted left the Swede with a desperate need for her. Although at the beginning of the evening there might have been dozens of women that could satisfy him, now there was only one and she was about to leave him.
"No please, why don't you have one more drink with me?" It wasn't often that he had to say please in his business life or his personal life.
She seemed to soften at his request and replied "Perhaps one more drink." Reinvigorated he decided to push towards his goal.
"My suite at the Roosevelt hotel has a wonderful view of midtown, we could have some champagne there." Without replying, Laura slipped her arm into the Swede's and they turned walked out of the bar.
As they walked down the hotel corridor to the Swede's suite. Laura saw the bodyguard standing beside the door. She had to make sure the body guard was far away. She feigned a bit of surprise and displeasure and said sharply "Who is he?"
"Oh he is just a colleague of mine- I'm sure he was just stopping by with some last minute business details before leaving" the Swede quickly answered. After a few hushed words between the bodyguard and the Swede, the bodyguard walked away down the corridor and the Swede unlocked the door to his penthouse suite.
The living room was sumptuously decorated and Laura could see that the bedroom, visible through a partially opened door, was also outfitted in the decadent style fitting a tycoon. Once through the doorway, the Swede rushed towards her, not even bothering to lock the door. That would make her job a bit easier she thought. Pressing his lips fervently into hers, he grabbed the cheeks of her bottom with both hands and pulled her body into his. His kisses were frenzied and his groin pressed into hers, as he walked her backwards until she could feel the wall behind her and the pressure of his penis through his clothes and hers. But she had work to do before she would attend to his need.