Brigitte spent the better half of an hour in the bathtub trying to enjoy the feeling of hot water on her skin after days in the jungle. The thought of the man and what she would have to do with him soon nearly spoiled the outlandish joy of a bath. Never mind tonight, think about getting Jake back soon - she thought. In just a few days, she would be back in the jungle for him, with fresh men, reinforcements and a field medic. Jake must be alive. He must.
He got shot in his lower back when they attempted to storm the mansion. Once the guards were alerted that Jake's squad was around the house, the group had to act quickly. By then, they knew the target wasn't even home. But they also knew that if they gave the guards time to call him, he'd never come back to the mansion. At least, by neutralizing the guards, there was a slim chance that the drug lord would be back.
They were quick and effective when everything went according to plan. Since this time the takeover was improvised, against superior numbers and well-defended positions, they suffered heavy losses. Brigitte thought about the shock of seeing some of their most loyal men face down in the mud, bleeding. When Jake got shot in the back, she nearly fainted too. They won the battle, but Jake couldn't walk and the other two survivors were also not in a good shape.
She stepped out of the tub in front of the huge mirror. Normally she liked looking at her own body. This time it was painful - she saw scars, tired eyes and calloused hands - but her thoughts also kept returning to how the Dan would treat her body.
She dried herself and put clean underwear on. She found a clean pair of shorts and a tank top in her bag. It wasn't what she liked to wear stateside, but they were on a mission now. A mission bungled beyond recognition.
She found a bottle of wine in the fridge. She'd fucked guys on assignments before. That was of course before Jake, many years ago. She held that thought for a while as she wolfed down the second glass of wine. A bit of alcohol might make it easier.
She wondered when he'd get back to the hotel. This was spy work, she thought, the most important I've ever done. She loved Jake, the first man who treated her as an equal in their line of work, and who also taught her a lot without being condescending. This was not all he had to offer of course, but it was important. He was caring and gentle and a terrific lover.
At this point she had to run to the bathroom. She retched in the toilet for a while, than got up, brushed her teeth and poured another glass. No Jake tonight, she thought, otherwise I'll lose it.
She was afraid of being idle, possibly for hours, but before long she heard footsteps from the hallway and the door opened. Dan walked in.
"Hey," he seemed agitated.
"Hey. Do you have everything for tomorrow?" she asked.
"Sure. Almost."
"What do you mean?"
"Later," he was shorter than usual. "I'll be in the shower."
She curled up on the sofa and went through the conversation in her head. He's not gonna back out, right? He was gonna get paid more than he has made in years. He is gonna get to fuck her, which in Brigitte's experience had a disproportionately high value for men. What's there to lose? Besides getting shot at in the jungle and possibly ripped apart if Jake was in a better condition and heard about them fucking. But that was a slim chance. Most of the enemy soldiers were killed, the chasing party, if there is one even, had days to cover and - she hated to admit this - Jake was not in a condition to fight him. Dan held all cards.
She filed everything under "to be analyzed later" and finished the glass of wine. She stood up from the couch when he came out of the bathroom in just a towel around his waist.
He embraced her immediately and stuck both hands down her shorts. With a grunt, he grabbed her ass-cheeks painfully and pressed his erect penis in her stomach. He went for a kiss. She didn't kiss back but she opened her mouth and let his tongue roam around.
"Let's get comfortable," he smiled into the kiss and led her back to the couch.
This is what she'd trained for. By giving up her body she'll make gains for the entire team.
Dan sat down first and pulled her on his lap. He still had the towel on when she lowered her crotch on the bulging shape under it. She felt him hard on her labia, through the shorts. She rode him slowly, his hands glued to her breasts. She pulled off her top and hissed in pain when he bit her left nipple. He played with both nipples all the while one hand was guiding her slow riding movements up and down his length. Brigitte was getting wet. Her breasts had always been sensitive and given her size and curve, she always got enough attention there.
Dan was no exception. He was not in a hurry, obviously. She was better than any of the whores he could get here and he had time on his hands. He was smart enough to make the most of it.
When he's had enough of her breasts, he pushed her off his lap next to him on the couch. She looked at him with a quizzical look, even though she knew what was coming.
"Take the towel," he said, whispering into her mouth. His tongue was relentlessly teasing her lips as she opened the white cloth. She could see from the corner of her eye his massive erection.
"Your hands," he ordered. She put her right hand around as they came up for air and started jerking him off.
"Now listen to me." He held her by the hair and pulled her back to his face. He licked her lips. "You're going to be the best prostitute in the world tonight. You'll do everything I ask for." She kept jerking him. He put his index finger on her lips, than into her mouth. She licked it.
"And than I will help you tomorrow and the days after. But your pussy is mine as long as you're in this country, do you understand?" he asked, breathing heavy. His finger left her mouth to trail her nipple.
"Yes," she tried not to think about Jake, "I understand." She knew she had to.
"Good," he concluded. He kissed her again, than still not releasing her hair, she pulled her mouth away and towards his lap.
"I want my dick in your mouth," he rasped.
She stuck her tongue out and pulled it across the tip a couple of time. With one hand still on him she leaned down and licked along his length from the balls to the tip. He moaned. It was uncomfortable to kneel next to him so she moved off the couch and crouched between his open legs.
