Don cried out too as he felt the long imprisoned sex liquids come coursing through the small channel running along the underside of his cock, then spew its cream into Marie's vagina. Her whole pussy became super slick and more lubricated and Don's cock went through its final spasms of pleasure jerking around in the fleshy liquidness that felt so good.
"It… may be the only time I'll have you, Don," Marie said as her muscles milked his last drop of semen. But I'll always remember it…"
"Forget it," Don said abruptly, spoiling the cozy, affectionate after moments of love that Marie (as well as most females) craved. There's no room for the romantics in this game… unless you're faking it to seduce an adversary. If you get hung-up about a brother or sister agent, you11 never perform to your fullest potential. We've both enjoyed a very outstanding sexual experience. It has to be left at that, Marie. The opportunity may come again… and then it may not."
"At least I proved to you that I am a real woman when it comes to sex," Marie replied, wiping her flooded crotch with a bath towel and throwing off her romantic emotions. "Oh, I know, Don… I think you're afraid I might feel really romantic toward someone I'm supposed to seduce… that I'll defect to their side. Oh, no. I allowed myself to give in to my real feelings… and want to hold you there close to me lovingly… because I thought it would be safe for us. We're on the same side, Don. But… I guess you're right. It would be completely senseless for me to fall in love with you…"
"Let's get washed up and have a good lunch sent up to us," Don suggested. "There's a lot of planning and talking we have to do before tonight… "
It was a few minutes past two in the afternoon when Don and Marie were sipping their second cup of coffee after a very sumptuous lunch and looking out the large window of their suite in silent meditation. Marie lit two cigarettes and handed one to Don, which he accepted with a quick smile as the only acknowledgment.
"Why do you think this will be such a simple job?" Marie asked, breaking the several minutes of silence. "You've been here over a week studying it, and two of our French agents have been helping you, haven't they?"
"Yes," Don answered, turning his eyes from the street below to hers. "That's why the execution of the job itself will be so easy… because of the vast amount of time and concentration we have spent on sizing up every facet of Louisa Lanay's personality, her habits, her bodyguards. She's a highly emotional creature. We may be able to seduce her in one night and have her on the plane to New York with us by tomorrow.
A typical, attractive, sexually appealing American couple-us-is her greatest weakness. She enjoys men, women and young girls too, but she goes to the Club Royale every night because it's full of young American couples. Her problem is that damned few American couples are interested in her. A few swingers perhaps, but they are few and far between. You and I combine the perfect attraction for her. She will seek us out. She will be the aggressor… and this, she thinks, will also insure that we are not agents. We don't approach her, she chooses us to approach."
"What about her bodyguards?" Marie asked, wanting to hold Don's hand across the table, but resisting the strong urge.
"There's always one man assigned to cover her." Don stood up and paced the floor as he talked. "He's not so much of a bodyguard to keep aggressive Western agents away from her-she's pretty capable of protecting herself when it comes to that-as to see that she doesn't become too sexually attached to any of those she seduces for her own pleasure. That's why we have to get rid of him first… get him out of the way."
"Does he go to the Club Royale with her every night?"
"Not with her," Don explained, propping his foot upon the chair across from Marie and leaning, with his elbow on his knee as he ticked off the facts of Louisa Lanay's nightly schedule for search of pleasure. "He follows her to the door, waits a couple of minutes, then goes into the club and takes a seat over at a comer table to observe… then follows her if she goes out with someone."
"And she recognizes this man? She would miss him and know something is wrong if he isn't seated in that table?" Marie asked, becoming more absorbed in their plans.
"Yes… and she will always look back to see that he is following in his car when she leaves with someone," Don went on. "Oh, he doesn't prevent her from doing anything, but he finds out who the people are and waits around the hotel or residence they retire to for their sex orgies. When she comes out, she expects to see his car parked nearby."
"But… if we are successful in seducing her… making her want to go back to 'Texas' with us," Marie rationalized, "then she would want her man out of the way as much as we would."
"Not 'out of the way' exactly," Don corrected. "But she would be willing to take a chance to sneak by him, out of a back entrance or something. That's why we have to figure out an efficient way to eliminate him from the scene and replace him with one of our men as early as possible. She can't recognize his face from across the Club Royale or in a car that's some distance away. All we need have is a hefty man, who wears baggy suits. And I know just the man. He's one of our French agents who has been casing this job with me."
"And… how does he… 'eliminate' Louisa's real bodyguard?" Marie inquired.
"He doesn't… you do."
"Me! Why me?" the girl inquired, almost as if to protest, then adding, "How can I do that if I'm supposed to be in the Club Royale with you… as your wife?"
"And so you will be," Don explained further, snuffing out his cigarette and speaking very determinedly. "All of this depends on precise timing. You and I will be in the club before Louisa arrives. We will have a very conspicuous table in the area she seems to prefer. But… as soon as we see her enter, you will get up and head toward the Ladies' room. You may have to squeeze by her through the tables and catch her eye right then, make yourself noticeable to her.
"But you will only stay in the Ladies' room for a moment, then come back out and leave the club by the front door, mumbling something in French about having left your lipstick in our rented car. All of this, you must accomplish in less than two minutes.
"Once outside the club, you will walk to the side street where our car will be parked, and also where the bodyguard parks his car. It's a large, black Mercedes, you can't miss it. Hopefully, he will still be sitting in the car, just about to get out and come in the club. You will go up to him at the drivers' side and ask him for a light for your cigarette… in French.
"As he holds his lighter up to your cigarette with his right hand, you will jab him with this hypodermic at his inner wrist, trying to hit a. vein, if possible… "
"What if I don't hit a vein?"
"It might take him as long as two seconds to pass out… instead of immediately," Don replied, holding up the syringe and a small, rubber-tipped vial of fluid. "And then you will return to the Ladies' room, break the syringe and Hush it down the toilet, put on new lipstick, and rejoin me at our table with a charming smile."
"What happens to the bodyguard?" Marie asked, not quite understanding it all.
"Everything will be planned with precision!" Don assured her, acting a little irritably. "The street there is rather desolate and poorly lighted. Even to a passerby it would only appear that he slumped back in his seat after giving a light to a streetwalker… "
"A streetwalker! Me! A… whore?"
"Yes! You! A whore!" Don lashed out at her impatiently. "Come off it now, Marie! You're an Intelligence agent, not a prim little schoolmarm from the Midwest! What else would someone think if they saw a pretty girl walk up to a man parked in a ten-thousand dollar car and ask for a light?"