"And what are you going to do about it?" The word hung in the air and stung her. He looked impassive as he sat opposite her.
"I don't know what...." She stammered. The warm Spanish sun filtered through the heavy wooden shutters. The temperature was 30 degrees and the beads of sweat formed on her skin.
"What will you do about it?" The question was the barb of the arrowhead, it shifted in her wound.
"I don't know how I can...?" She wriggled uncomfortably in the seat.
"I you can open your legs and let him put his pathetically small penis into your, what I imagine to be, very tight pussy and let him fuck you." Captain Derek Manning smiled at his joke. Sara Fanning did not find him funny at all. She sat opposite him because she had to. She had come to Mallorca with an airy fantasy of getting back at the man who had hurt her friend.
Now Captain Manning was her handler and that was that. She'd managed to fall in with a group that loosely called themselves 'Secret Services'. A toned public schoolboy type with a long face and a polished British accent., not unlike Jonathon Menzies of 'Outlander' fame, Sara distrusted him on sight.
"So what do you think about that? I would think a pretty girl like you has been fucked many times?" Manning smiled a thin smile and looked Sara up and down. She was a slender, attractive young woman. She was a captivating sight with blonde, pixie hair, a slender neck and small, braless breasts. He imagined her pussy was a waxed smooth tight little place, a place he had every intention of visiting and very soon.
"Is that what I am expected to do?" She snapped, outraged at the very thought that Manning expected her to fuck someone to further his aims.
"Well, I think it would be a good first step. If you want a man to tell you some secret stuff, he's often more willing to say things after he's enjoyed that tight little pussy or your tight little mouth and even leave you a little milk to swallow!" Manning was enjoying this just a little too much.
"You have a foul little mind and an even fouler mouth. It's just sex." Sara frowned and Manning chuckled.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to see how far I had to go to get a reaction from you." Manning leaned forward and pressed his hands together.
"I know that. So, what else will you say to shock me further?" Sara was getting the measure of the man.
"Well, as you mentioned it; I'd like you to take off your clothes and bend over the chair for me!" Manning smiled and stood up, "When we recruited you, you asked to get back at Yussef Hamid. Your reasons were obvious, to revenge the despicable way he treated your friend, Mandy. You came here and managed to get yourself noticed by one of his brothers, which essentially used up all your luck. Now we have stepped in to help you, and us, to dispense some long-awaited justice on Mister Hamid. This would require you to enter Humza's bedroom, his little brother, tale of your clothes and fuck him, like he was the last man on Earth, can you do that?
"I can!" Sara stood and unwrapped the thin white and gold summer dress and left it on the floor. Her white panties sat tight against her newly tanned skin. She looked at Manning. She could tell that he liked what he saw, so she took her time, shimmying out of her panties, turning round and wiggling her arse as she pulled down. As they slipped to her feet, she reached down, giving him an unpreceded view of her arse and pussy lips. She picked up the panties, turned back around and handed Manning the cotton briefs. She could smell her pussy on the damp material. She was wet, which alarmed her slightly. Then she turned away and walked to the side of the table and bent herself over it. The cold wooden chilled her flesh but she turned her head and faced Manning.
Manning shifted, as his prick stiffened, "That's very brave of you, but showing off your attractive body is all well, and good Humza will ask more of you than that." His voice taunting.
Even in this comprising position, Sara kept her resolve and her wits, "You think I would be unable to give a happy ending?" Her tone was playful, and she sighed seductively. Manning took a breath and moved towards her and then put his hands on her naked hips and tucked himself behind her.
The swelling in his suit trousers was obvious.
