Baghdad, The Green Zone
Zahra is sitting on the desk across the room from Steve, with her leather high heel boots and short grey business skirt with white low-cut top. Zahra opens her legs and leans forward on the desk before she crosses them again and leans back; the sight of her olive almost golden complexion and seductive accent is enough to send Steve's pants into a riot. Zahra blushes and batters her eye lids at him, she is exotic, beautiful and highly alluring, but also quite dangerous and Steve knows that if he does what every urge in his body want him to do; he will be in a lot of trouble. Fighting temptation, Steve sits in his chair and crosses his legs to try and regain control of his crotch area and his legs are shaking violently. He is in enemy territory, and not for the first time, but this enemy is different. This is not a Vietcong soldier trying to electrocute his balls in order to extract a confession; this is a more sophisticated seductress, who, for a fee, will lick him good.
Zahra: "Sir, what is the matter? Don't pretend to be shy, an experienced stud like you knows exactly what to do with a woman like me. And I know you want to do, I can see it in your eyes with your pupils widening. I see your face going red, your veins are popping at the surface and I bet your heart is racing. I think I can hear the violent humping of your heart, and best of all, I can see a lump emerging in your pants. Your also shaking and sweating, in my opinion, you are consumed.. no better yet, engulfed by passion and lust. Lust has invaded every fibre of your being, it's all you can see, smell, taste and hear. You weren't this shy before, you were a real animal, who taught a girl like me the meaning of the word passion. I know you are a lonely man, who longs for the smell of jasmine on your bed sheets, I also see starvation and famine in your sex life. Well, baby...I am a three coarse meal."
Zahra says in her seductive and yet mellow Persian accent, she then begins to rock back and forth on the desk and the desk shakes and makes noise. Blood runs through Steve's veins and races throughout his body, he begins to feel incredibly hot and can't stop sweating, if this continues, Steve believes he will have a heart attack. He hears and sees nothing but Zahra; she is young, fun, and energetic. She is in her earlier twenties and her baby lamb flesh does look appetising, not to mention her smooth skin. Steve knows that what he is doing is wrong; he is a married man and has daughters Zahra's age. Worse still, she forces him to commit treason, for Steve is no ordinary solider, he is a three-star general and very close to the head of U.S. military in Iraq. Zahra had tricked him; she is not a young horny Iraqi journalist, but a well-trained VEVAK Iranian intelligence officer.
Steve only found out this evening, that Zahra was not who she said she was and the gravity of the situation was still dawning on him. He had unwittingly, been passing state secrets to the Iranians, without knowing it. Zahra was the first girl that Steve had elevated from fuck buddy to girlfriend and this was the result. Before Zahra, Steve would solicit young Iraqi girls for sex, but since Zahra had come into his life there have been no other partners. Zahra would later go on to become a master spy, running agents all across Europe, America, and the Middle East and she would often be compared to John le Carre's Karla from Tinker Taylor Solider Spy. All of this was unknown to Steve and as he tried to control himself, Zahra opened her legs and Steve could make out her white panties.
Zahra: "Come and get it."
Zahra's prefect body could win her some modelling contracts and she was offering it to Steve free of charge except for his soul. She was a she-devil, if ever there was one and Steve knew she had him by the balls. For Zahra this was her first major catch and proof she could get into sensitive places, but she didn't have to worry about Tehran discovering her methods of information extraction. Her family were prominent and well protected, her uncle Nimi is a prominent high-ranking Shia cleric, who sits in the Assembly of Experts and has just been appointed to the Guardian Council. His elevation gives him intimate access to the Iranian leadership and makes him a key-decision maker in Iran. Her other uncle, Mehrad, is currently the speaker of the house in the Iranian parliament and of course there is her father, Ali. Ali is a senior commander in the Revolutionary Guards' Quds Force, all of which makes Zahra untouchable in Iran.
Steve: "You bitch! You...fucking bitch."
Steve gets up and moves slowly towards Zahra, he is also limping and his back in curving forward. He has such a massive erection that he is having trouble walking, his cock feels as though it is ready to burst. Steve is not only angry, but also incredibly turned on at Zahra's manipulation and deception of him. She has outsmarted him and he can't stand it, a proud strong military man like Steve and yet this young exotic girl has control over him. She dominates him, she owns him and humiliates him- she can eat him up and spit him out again, he is disposable to her. Although, the phrase Persian Pussy does have a ring to it, it just rolls of your tongue-Persian Pussy. Fucking the enemy's women has always held a special fascination for Steve, but now they are fucking him, does that make him their bitch?
Steve: "arrrrrghhh.. must..resist..but..can't."
Zahra decides to further escalate the situation, while Steve struggles to move towards her. She take one finger and holds it up in the air, as if, to demonstrate to Steve that she has a real finger. She holds it in the air for half second, then she slides down her white panties and motions, as if, she is rubbing her pussy and she groans wildly and erotically.
Zahra: "Ahhhhhh..ooooohhhh..uuuugghhh...yes..yes."
Steve is overwhelmed and cannot hold back much longer and so he speeds up towards Zahra. Zahra closes her eyes and pretends not to notice Steve's advance, she is too busy enjoying masturbation to acknowledge him. She has her mouth wide open and is making a lot of noise and she quickly opens her eyes to see if her actions were having the desired effects. She could see that it was and began laughing and gave Steve a naughty smile. Steve now stood in-front of Zahra and he felt like a child at Christmas about to open his presents. He savoured the moment, before unadulterated pleasure was about to hit him. Steve closes his eyes and began sniffing the masturbating Zahra, Steve wanted to smell and breathe in this horny Iranian slut. The mixed aromas of expensive female perfume and a wet pussy, created a powerful sensation in Steve's senses, he felt like a young man again. Steve opens his eyes and treats his eyes to this sexy feast, he stick out his hand and goes in for a gentle touch. Not aiming for anywhere in particular, the groaning Zahra, pulls out both her arms and intercepts Steve's emerging hand.
Zahra: "You know what I want, what I need? I want the pass codes for CENTCOM's computers, give me this and I will take you to paradise and back."
Steve: "Yes, I know what you want and need. I know who you are and what your kind get up too."
Zahra: "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up. If not, I'll stay down here till I'm someone else."
Steve: "What???"
Zahra: "Lewis Carroll author of Alice in Wonderland, you think you know me, but you only know the version of myself that exist in this wonderland. Wonderland is a wilderness of mirrors, it is deceptive and nothing is as it seems. Don't get lost in the wilderness of mirrors."
Steve: "I don't know what you are talking about or why you talk in riddles?"
Zahra: "A Persian habit, I'm afraid. Talking in riddles is a national pastime. Well what is it going to be?"
Steve: "Okay, the pass codes are on my USB stick, which I keep in my jacket pocket and I will give it to you."
Steve was now so horny and confused by Zahra that he had now given in. If he gives her what she wants, she will be pleased and reward him with much needed pleasure.
Zahra : "Good!"
