"It's a perfectly natural street scene for Paris. That's why you're doing it instead of a male agent. Another reason you're doing it is because we don't want to involve a single agent more than is necessary. You are the logical one for that very important phase of this mission.
"As for the man… he will be removed from the car as soon as the coast is completely clear. Two of our French agents will drive up beside his car and put his body in the back seat of their vehicle. One of the men will be the bodyguard's double. He will take the man's car keys and identification. The other man will drive off with the body."
"The body?" Marie asked, her eyes showing a little concern. "You mean that… I will have killed him?"
"The man must never be heard from again!" Don exploded, gesturing irritably with his hands. "They must never know at what point Louisa ceased being observed by him. And don't give me any crap about killing! You've killed before! You'll kill again! In some cases, it's the only way to do the job right.
"Do you have some reservations? Tell me, Marie! Do you have some reservations?"
"Absolutely none!" she said positively, firmly, and looked him right in the eye forcefully.
As usual, Don Cabot's carefully thought-out plans worked perfectly, and he stood up like a gentleman to help his "wife" be seated again, when she returned to their table at the Club Royale at 9:15 that night. To Marie's great surprise, Don was not alone I In the few minutes that she had been gone (no more than ten) to accomplish her job, Don had been hard at work too.
"Darling," he said, before pushing the chair in for Marie to sit down. "I want you to meet a most charming young lady. Louisa Lanay… my wife, Marie."
"Yes… it gives me great pleasure to know very sweet young American couples," Louisa responded, shaking hands vigorously with Marie after she stood up. "I am very sorry that I did accidentally bump into you so hard when we passed between the tables a few minutes ago. I took liberty to come and apologize to your husband… and we began to talk, so I am afraid I have stayed here too long. I will return to my table now… alone… "
"Oh, please join us," Marie insisted. "I'm not at all jealous, and I'm not upset about the struggle we had getting between those two chairs when I was on the way to the powder room. We're having a wonderful time in Paris, but we do want to meet some people. We'd be delighted for you to join us."
"Please do," Don added, standing behind her chair.
"It's terrible of me to intrude this way," Louisa said with a sigh and a Gallic gesture of resignation, as she sat down again. "But I do have a special delight for Americans. So many of you… when you visit with Paris, you know, you are more free. You release inhibitions and have a good time… real good time."
"But you aren't French either, are you?" Marie asked, studying the stunning woman's face and figure as much as she could. "Your accent is more… "
"Czech… yes," Louisa broke in with a big smile, and then seemed to reminisce aloud. "If it were not for the Communists, I would be a Countess. Many of my friends here refer to me as 'Countess.' Oh, but I am not trying to sound snobbish, no… "
As Louisa continued to talk, both Don and Marie noticed a heavy-set man in an ill-fitted but expensive suit, seating himself at a corner table well across the room. They noticed too that Louisa looked his way briefly, then frowned for a second, before returning to tell them her life story. It was true that she had been a member of Royalty in Eastern Europe, or would be, if the Soviets had not taken over. What she did not tell them was that her father and mother had both defected to the Communists and convinced her to go along with them. What better cover for a good Communist agent in France than the guise of exiled East European royalty.
Both Don and Marie had noticed the sexual appeal of Louisa, particularly when she had stood up. The mold of her voluptuous body was classic, with the large breasts displayed magnificently if only in part by the extreme cleavage allowed by her dress' neckline, which seemed to go all the way to her navel.
Louisa's black hair pulled back into a tight bun made her eyes and facial features stand out-the classic nose, the full, moist lips, the deep brown eyes that seemed to talk. Her soft and creamy upper arms and shoulders had an appeal of their own as exposed by the sleeveless and almost formal dress. Her armpits were unshaved in the typical European tradition, but instead of appearing ugly to Don and Marie, there was a bizarre erotic symbolism about the long, black hairs that sprouted forth. When Don looked at them sticking out from her armpit even when her arms were at her side, the cunt-surrogate picture was clear, and he remembered the Italian agent in Rome with the long underarm hairs. She wanted him to fuck her there, and he did with some pleasure. Too bad, he recalled, that she had been an enemy agent too, and his assignment at that time was not to seduce her and spirit her away, but to "eliminate" her, in just the way that Marie had so recently eliminated Louisa's bodyguard.
"What would you like to drink… 'Countess'?" Don asked with a smile, boldly putting his hand over hers on the middle of the table as the waiter hovered over them. "You're our guest, you know."
"I think because you are Americans… I will drink American, yes?" Louisa said, Hashing her hosts her most intimate smile. "May I have Bourbon and water, please?"
They were halfway through the first drink when Louisa began to drop hints. She invited them to come to her villa and finish off the evening of talking and drinking in the posh suburb of Neuilly, espousing verbally her "fascination for beautiful young Americans like you." But it would never do to go to her place, where the other bodyguards and servants would be. The Western French agent who was taking the other bodyguard's place could hardly fake his way into Louisa's very lair.
"But this is your night for drinking American," Don protested, thinking quickly. "You honor us with your words… and your beauty… so I think you should come with us to our suite at the Continental. It just so happens that I was able to get two full fifths of Harper's Bourbon through French customs. And I'm a Scotch drinker. Please, 'Countess,' you must be our guest."
"Ah! Your invitation is most interesting," Louisa admitted, her face glowing with promise. "Yes… it will be more in time… cozy. And I am so fortunate to meet you tonight. I am in a… an uninhibited mood… adventuresome. Do I scare you with my frankness?"
"Not a bit," Marie said, letting her eyes roam with obvious relish over the exposed cleavage and licking her lower lip. "After all, 'Countess,' what do Americans come to Paris for-not just to see the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower-but for adventure!"
"I will come with you… on one condition… " Louisa stated, pausing for effect.
"What is it?" Don asked squeezing her hand and turning on his charm, hoping the "condition" was amenable with their plans.
"You must never again call me 'Countess,'" Louisa said, bringing a silent sigh of relief from Don. "Everything must be informal. I am 'Louisa,' You are 'Don' and 'Marie.' That is my condition."
As they left the Club Royale and waited for a cab, Louisa looked back to see the hefty man in the ill-fitting suit emerge from the club behind them and immediately turn to walk around the corner. And when the taxi was taking them for the ten minute ride to the Continental, the familiar black Mercedes followed closely behind.
Louisa felt quite secure and was looking forward to the next few hours. She felt that the message had gotten across, that this was indeed a most broadminded American couple who sought erotic adventure and the bizarre while in the fabled city of sex. When Don, sitting between the two girls, put his arms around them both, she took advantage of the situation at once.
"Aha, my friend Don," she said with an intimate little laugh, lowering her husky voice. Do you bring our faces together so that you may kiss us both… or so that we may kiss you. Or, perhaps… since you have my face looking into your lovely wife's… you want me to kiss her, yes? Do I frighten you with my daring?"