He screamed in agony, the noise filling the tiny room. Automatically, his hand released her wrist and went down to his injured foot. Expertly, the girl swung round, smashing her bent knee below into his face.
The big man fell heavily to the floor, crashing sideways into the lavatory bowl. Maria seized his neck and lifted his head bodily into the toilet bow then brought the seat cracking down on the back of his skull. She stepped in front of the mirror and calmly made her face up; adjusted her disheveled clothing, and went out shutting the door gently behind her.
"When she walked back down the aisle to her seat, she saw the second man watching her with startled eyes. Maria gave him a sexy smile as she went past, enjoying the look of bewilderment on his face. Deliberately, she ignored Eva. It was probably better to keep the girl in suspense for the time being as to her feelings at being intimidated by the "bodyguard".
She took her seat next to Erica, knowing that their bodies and faces were well-hidden by the high-backed armchair type chairs.
"That was a long time!" Erica whispered. "What happened? Did. you have any luck with her? I saw one of the men get up and bang on the door: then he went into one of the toilets. It wasn't the one you were in, was it?" The girl looked rather concerned, Maria noticed with a renewed interest in her companion.
"Everything's under control," she reassured Erica, patting her lightly on one nylon-clad knee. "Haven't you heard? I can take very good care of myself!" She gave the girl a friendly, affectionate smile.
And then, Maria realized, I'm absolutely surrounded by beautiful and available women! Erica looked as if she wouldn't require too much gentle persuasion to submit to a little lesbian love-making. The girl was regarding her with a light in her eyes that was akin to hero-worship. She had evidently realized that Maria had quite a reputation for dealing with thugs. And when the curtains swished back and the bodyguard emerged, his mopping-up operations not altogether successful, judging by the thin trickle of blood at his mouth and the way he was holding his head, Erica's eyes popped with admiration.
Maria lit two cigarettes and placed one delicately between the girl's lips. Yes, definitely Erica, she mentally counted. And, of course, darling Sandra-waiting patiently for her on the island hideaway.
And most important of all, Eva. She must save most of her energy and inspiration for the very beautiful Hungarian, Maria reminded herself.
What about the girl with Eva, the one who looked as if she was her maid? Maria felt reasonably convinced that, knowing Eva's true nature, her traveling companion wasn't there solely to help her dress and undress. Their relationship was almost certainly deeper and more intimate than that, she felt sure. Her mind began to conjure up all sorts of interesting and sexy combinations.
First, though, it was imperative that she make absolutely sure of Eva. Business and pleasure before pleasure only, Maria chuckled. And it looked as if the seduction of Eva Harnecz was going to prove more pleasurable than all her other assignments put together!
At 11 p.m., Maria stood in front of the bedroom mirror, checking her appearance for the last time. She wore a close-fitting, yellow chiffon negligee; the thin, silky gauze clinging like a second skin to her otherwise naked body. She turned, presenting her profile to the mirror. The upright melons of her breasts pressed boldly underneath their solitary garment, the ripe thrust of her nipples clearly visible.
Maria had taken great pains to insure that she was looking her loveliest. She had spent a leisurely hour in the bath, sprayed her body liberally with an expensive perfume, made up her face so that her particularly full and luscious lips were shown off to perfection, and then donned the sheer, scanty negligee.
The warm night air wafted sweetly into the room and filled it with the smell of light sea breezes. Maria switched off all the lights except for a pink-bulbed table lamp and walked out onto the balcony.
From the ninth floor, she could see out over the street and beach to the Mediterranean's horizon. Below her, the girl could see an inspiring panorama of lights and fast-moving traffic, as the tourists and locals alike made toward the late closing bars and restaurants.
The curtains billowed gently as Maria went back to the bed and let herself fall onto the well-sprung mattress, her negligee creeping carelessly above her knees. She put her bands behind her neck, fingers interlocking, causing the prominent balls of her breasts to move in a sexy jiggle. She looked down at them proudly, the nipples made stiff by the friction of the nylon against them. And then there came a faint but insistent rapping at the door.
Quickly, Maria swung her legs off the bed and crossed to it. She opened the door and Eva sidled quickly into the room, breathing heavily and obviously in a state of exhaustion after a tiring run.
Maria turned the key in the lock and helped the panting girl to a chair, sitting on the arm and leaning over her solicitously. "Did you have trouble getting away?" she asked Eva. "What happened? You look terribly out of breath."
Eva waited until she could speak without panting. "It was the men on the plane," she told Maria. "They're supposed to be my bodyguards and they follow me around everywhere I go. But I think I've managed to shake them off. I led them quite a chase. We covered the best part of Nice, I should think!"
Eva let her head fall back against the cushion. The Hungarian girl was wearing an evening gown which fell away from her shoulders in a revealing way, exposing a generous amount of her big breasts. It was satin fronted, coming down modestly to her sides and a deep blue in color. The rise and fall of her bosom alternately widened and closed the cleavage between her breasts, and Maria's eyes were drawn hypnotically to this intriguing, exciting spectacle.
"I'm supposed to be quite a valuable person in my country, you see," Eva went on, not without a certain tone of pride in her voice. "It's all very secret and hush-hush so I can't tell you anything about my work. But I'm hardly ever given more than a few minutes to myself! It's very trying at times!"
Maria nodded sympathetically. "There's no need for us to talk now, is there?" she asked meaningfully. "We can get to know each other later. Can't we begin this evening where we left off in the plane? I've been longing for you so much."
As she was speaking, Maria's hands had stolen slowly around Eva's neck. She inclined her face nearer and nearer to the Hungarian girl, at the same time drawing Eva's head forward, her fingers pressing firmly and insistently into the silky black hair. In dreamy slow-motion, the two girls began to kiss; their mouths coming meltingly together and merging in a sweet, infinitely prolonged tongue orgy.
Eva made room on the wide chair for Maria to slip down into the cushions beside her. Then, their bodies pressing tightly and warmly together, they started to pet and fondle: Eva's hands sliding around the American girl's waist and moving voluptuously over the dearly-craved silk of Maria's revealing negligee.
Marie kept her hands on Eva's hair, stroking the beautiful How and running her fingers down to the girl's neck, from time to time passing them under Eva's ear and feeling her squirm deliciously at the erotic touch.
"Please… " Eva gasped, breathing heavily. "Let's go to' bed. I can't stand not being able to touch you more freely and comfortably!"
Very willingly, Maria helped her to climb out of the chair. Then the girls walked, arms possessively around each other's waists, to the bed. Eva fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Here let me help you do that!" Marla said. She drew the zipper slowly all the way down the girl's back. It extended right to Eva's buttocks, and Maria's eyes drank in the sexy cheeks greedily. They were covered only by a pair of totally inefficient black panties, so tiny that they had inadvertently been drawn tightly into the girl's ass-crease, leaving the cheeks themselves completely bare.