The Mistress Of Mississauga Pt 03

"Za coast is clear, as you people say," said Dragana, walking back into the yard, "Gate twas open. I lock again."

Dragana, now properly dressed and polished, pinched a pink Sobranie of London cigarette from a box, placed it between her red-stained lips, and fired it up with a gold-plated lighter. The lighter had a crest on it and was stamped with three letters in the Cyrillic alphabet - КГБ.

Kerry raised an eyebrow.

"Where did you get the KGB zippo?" she asked.

Dragana sucked hard on the luxury smoke and answered in the exhale.

"Russian market."

"Isn't that the kind of attention you don't want?"

Dragana shrugged.

"Anyone could have purchased," she said, "So, Danvers. He look like shit when he leave here."

"Yes, he did," said Kerry, taking a seat at the patio table and opening her laptop. "Poor guy didn't know what hit him." She giggled. "I can't believe what we had to do to get him in bed."

"Dah, " chuckled Dragana, "I never work so hard."

"And that strap-on thingy - that was a first for me!" laughed Kerry.

"You were wunderbar," said Dragana, bending to kiss Kerry's cheek, "but why so necessary? He is married man, no? Why not you and heem only?"

"They wanted something more impactful," said Kerry, air-quoting the word.

"Then you should do ménage with other man," said Dragana, "HAHAHAHA! I know, I know - not possible with your Lloyd."

"That's for damn sure," said Kerry.

She pressed the pause button on the video she was scanning and gestured for Dragana to take the seat beside her.

"I think all I need is the last five minutes, starting here with us on our knees in front of him," she said, pointing at the laptop display.

"Dah, is good," said Dragana, nodding, "No doubt is truly Danvers."

"No doubt whatsoever," said Kerry, "and it has the added advantage of concealing our identities - just wet hair and bare backsides."

Kerry reclined against the chair and sighed.

"I just hope they don't use it," she said.

"You have deep feelings for heem, I sink," said Dragana, reaching to position her cigarette - now well exhausted - between Kerry's lips. Kerry inhaled what was left of the blunt and exhaled a series of smoke rings.

"Yes, of course I do," she said, "It's been over three years."

She closed the laptop and zipped it in its case.

"Zat is very long time for single assignment."

Kerry nodded.

"Once they got what they wanted, they tried to move me along to bigger fish," she said, "but I convinced them the long-term investment in Lloyd was worth it; that was a couple years ago. The video will help, but I need to deliver something else significant and soon, or I'll end up a world away from him, and I don't want that to happen."

"I too am in love," said Dragana, wrapping her string bikini in her towel and pressing it into the duffel bag. "She is royalty - a Princess. She come to visit me every year; they never use video on her. Maybe your Lloyd is lucky too."

"Maybe," said Kerry, "but leverage like this is how SHADE maintains their power. They'll mothball it for 30 years, just waiting for the right time to screw ya."

"Dah, true," said Dragana, nodding, "So, I take cameras?"

"Yep, we're done here," said Kerry, "and thanks friend. It was a pleasure working with you."

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Kerry set the brush down on the bathroom counter and stared at herself in the mirror. It had been five years since she'd made the upgrades, but every so often she'd still startle at the striking amber eyes staring back at her - the lion's mane of light brown hair, the full and finely curved lips, the beautifully abundant breasts. Without a doubt, the changes had elevated her appearance, and in the ways that made men more amenable, and naturally, this had enhanced her value at SHADE.

Lloyd loved her overly-long hair, especially when she was trailing it down his torso on her way to a Tim Teblow. Sometimes, he'd wrap her ponytail around his fist as he took her from behind, then pull it hard, right before she climaxed - perfect timing. The thought of it made her smile, but her reflection registered something far less than lightheartedness. Why wasn't she whistling Dixie? After all, things had gone as planned today. But, she had next-leveled Lloyd, and she didn't feel good about it, and despite his happy ending, he'd likely demand some sort of an explanation.

What would she tell him? She wondered.

Just then, the front door clicked open and slammed shut. Kerry stepped into the hall, anxious to hear how the evening had went, but she knew almost instantly, it had not gone well. Lloyd looked to be of heavy heart, his head hung low, his shoulders slumped.

"Are you OK, honey," she said. She hugged him to her and felt him deflate like a punctured pool float.

"I'm in trouble," he said.

"Because you were late for dinner?" she asked, "That's ridiculous."

"No!" he said, shaking his head, "because Chad was here."

"Who is Chad?" she asked.

"CHAD!" he blurted, "Chadarooski! Chad in the Middle! Chad About Town! The Chadster!!"

"The other salesman? Your rival?"

"YES!!!"

Lloyd threw up his hands.

"He saw us - you, me, and that randy office manager - on the cabana bed!"

Oh shit, thought Kerry, unsure how this might muddle things up, but pretty sure it could.

"He's got me by the balls," he said, beginning to pace, "and he let me know it. I grabbed him and shook him, then I pushed him down a hill! I've never done anything like that in my life!! I'm still shaking!!!"

Kerry led Lloyd to the couch and encouraged him to sit next to her.

"That's exactly how you handle a bully," she said, patting his knee, "You probably scared him off. Now, you need to settle down; you know how stress aggravates your high blood pressure."

Lloyd took a cleansing breath, reclined with his hands folded over his stomach, and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm done," he said, quietly.

Kerry alarmed, albeit silently.

"What do you mean, done?" she asked.

"I will not stay at ToneDef waiting for Chad to put the squeeze on me."

"Don't be silly," she said, scrambling to come up with something to change his mind, "What would you do all day? You'd be bored to death."

But her effort was either unheard or ignored.

"I should have retired a long time ago. I'll give my notice next week."

Kerry slid her left knee across Lloyd's lap, and eased into a straddle over him.

"You can't retire, Lloyd," she said, gliding her slender hips fore and aft along his groin, "or we'll never see each other."

Lloyd smiled up at her, then slipped his hands under her dress.

"I'll think of something," he said, with a gentle squeeze, "Maybe volunteer work in Mississauga; that will give us even more time together. Hey!" he added, playfully slapping her ass, "I don't want to talk about work; I've made up my mind."

Lloyd lifted Kerry off his lap and took her by the hand. When they reached the bedroom, he tore off his teeshirt and shorts, then he laid on the bed and put one hand behind his head - the other in his ball-hugger briefs.

"Take your clothes off, baby," he said, in his sexy base timbre, "nice and slow."

"RARRR!" she growled, with a desirous purr, as she unzipped the strapless sundress, but her mind was elsewhere. Lloyd's early retirement was a threat, and she'd come too far and worked too hard to let this Chad asshole upend everything.

"I have an idea," she said, standing naked at the edge of the bed, her hands on her narrow waist. "Why don't we get something on Chad, like he has on you? Create a mutually-assured-destruction scenario. Then you can ride out another couple years doing what you love, and what you excel at."

Lloyd knitted his brow and propped himself up on his meaty forearm.

"Kerry, I've made up my mind. I don't want to talk about work and I..."

Then it dawned on him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat upright, his mouth open in a silent scream.

"A mutually-assured-destruction scenario?!" he exclaimed, spitting the words, "You mean you and Dragana would have SEX with him?!"

"NO, NO, NO, of course not," said Kerry, recognizing her overreach.

"Because the idea of you sucking Chad's dick makes me want to throw up!"

He slapped the mattress with both hands.

"Not ME, Lloyd, but maybe we could find someone to-"

"And that won't work on Chad! He's single! He goes through women like I go through a case of beer!"

"OK OK. It was just a thought! Please, forget I said anything," said Kerry, pressing Lloyd back down on the bed and curling up beside him. "I'm sorry, honey; I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

She kissed his cheek and wedged her palm into his fly, and finding him flaccid, tried to resurrect his enthusiasm. 'Twas an effort in futility, and Lloyd sighed to signal his defeat.

"My boner has been overtaken by events," he said, tugging on Kerry's wrist to dislodge her grip coiled around his softy, "And speaking of sex, since when do you wear strap-ons and make love to women?"

Well here goes, she mused.

"Since never," she said, with a shrug, "But I knew Dragana was DTF as soon as I met her."

"DTF?" asked Lloyd, his eyebrows raised.

"Down to fuck," said Kerry, "I thought everyone knew that. Anyway, when I asked her to unlock your door so I could sexy-surprise you, she invited herself in, and after a few drinks, she got pretty handsy with me. So, I thought, why not? I'll never see her again, and I'll have satisfied a curiosity."

"You've never mentioned this curiosity to me," said Lloyd, still confused.

"Well, that's all it was," she said, "A stupid bucket list thing - a one-off. I prefer men, and one in particular." She stroked his cheek with her thumb. "But tell the truth; once you got over your uneasiness, you enjoyed the two-on-one, admit it."

She winked.

"The truth?" he said, chuckling, "I closed my eyes and pretended it was just you and me."

Kerry rolled on her back and raised her arms overhead.

"And now it IS just you and me," she said, butterflying her long legs, "Would you say I deserve some compensation?"

"Yes, I would," said Lloyd, with an impish grin.

Kerry had always found cunnilingus to be particularly intimate, much more so than giving oral or engaging in penetrative sex. It was when she felt most vulnerable, and for this reason, she avoided it, unless she was in (her version of) a serious relationship. She also understood that not everyone was into it. In fact, in her experience, most men saw it as a quicker way to get to the main event. But Lloyd Danvers was not most men, and especially in this respect. He was the best she ever had, focusing solely on her pleasure, and deriving his own from that. And it wasn't just his enthusiasm; it was his technique: soft kisses, light touching, nipple play - that always came first. There was no rush, not until she was well ready for it. And then his lips pressed gently against her muff, his gray goatee and mustache tickling her to full bloom, until her pearl was so perceptive, she could interpret the texture of his tongue on it. Then his fingers exploring her, invading her, pursuing that special spot, rubbing it just the right way, to just the right rhythm, as his ring finger teased her rim. And when the orgasms rolled in, it was a bit like being drunk; dizzying anticipation, then weightless as the warm waves curled the climaxes over her, each one successively stronger, lifting her higher and higher until the grand finale was just out of reach for those few heavenly seconds.

And that's exactly what happened, for Lloyd was nothing if not consistent.

"BABY! BABY!" she cried out, knotting his fine, white hair in her fingers, as the spasms rumbled through her and the tsunami of sexual tension released, flooding her entirety with immense pleasure and leaving her breathless."

And then it was quiet except for the ba-bang, ba-bang, ba-bang in her chest and between her ears.

"You are so beautiful, Kerry," Lloyd's devoted voice weaved through the haze of orgiastic aftermath. He pulled her to him and pressed his pussied lips to the corner of her mouth.

"Lloyd?" she whispered, "I'm sorry. You know I would never intentionally hurt you."

Lloyd swept the tangled hair from Kerry's forehead.

"It's me who should apologize," he said, "You'll never find a committed partner as long as you keep saying yes to me. I'm in the way, but I just can't stay away."

Kerry placed her palm on his cheek and wrapped her right leg around his left.

"YOU are my committed partner, Lloyd," she said, running the tip of her index finger down the bridge of his nose, "At least that's how it feels. And if I wanted or needed things to be different, I'd say so."

She turned her back to him, prompting him to spoon up against her, and then she stilled, waiting for him to drop off to sleep. Soon a little snore throttled in the back of his throat, and she slipped from the sheets, redressed, and packed up her satchel. Having decided a handwritten note would be more appropriate than a text, she found the Clitz Royal stationary and a matching pen.

Hey baby,

I didn't want to wake you after your trying day. I decided to take the shuttle to the airport hotel tonight to avoid running into anyone from your group in the morning.

I'm sure everything will be OK, and I really think you should hold off on retirement. Let's talk about it Wednesday, hump day, our day.

Love,

K.

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Stay tuned for part 4 of The Mistress of Mississauga