Isobel is back and now faces another decision - will this one increase her chances of surviving the ordeal that awaits her?
Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.
They were seated in living room of Isobel's small West London flat. She had opened a 2012 Chateauneuf du Pape but Eric had asked for tap water. "As your colleague, Agnetha, is an US citizen she is being briefed by a colleague from the CIA right now." he began "We are asking for your help but it is entirely your choice whether to do so. However I do need to you to understand that if you decide not to help we strongly advise you both not to go through with these arrangements - these are potentially dangerous people you are dealing with."
He had already explained that Ethan had created several tech applications that were so far ahead of the competition he had become extraordinarily wealthy. He had continued to work on various projects but in the last few years also developed a relationship with the President of a very secretive state that had links to terrorist groups around the world. The intelligence services had been tracking his activities with increasing nervousness but had little concrete evidence of what he was doing.
"The new girlfriend is a particular concern" he went on "We have not been able to identify her. She seems to have come out of nowhere. As you will already have gathered we are rather good at acquiring information but with her we have drawn a blank and that may well mean she is an even greater threat than he is."
He explained that he understood what she and Agnetha were going to do and that they must already be aware it was risky but if they co-operated he could give them some protection while they gathered as much information as they could. Despite Isobel's best efforts he refused to expand on the nature of the protection but she surmised that it would involve both observation and a nearby presence which was not something she would reject lightly.
She wasn't sure whether it was her natural impetuosity, the wine or the fact that Henry seemed to have bonded with this man instantly but she felt she should trust him. She also knew fine well that she was attracted to him. It had been a long time since she had fucked a man without there being a financial arrangement and while she occasionally had sex for fun with women when it came to men it was always business these days.
The one male who was in her life needed to be taken for a walk and she told Eric that she was going out and if he was still there when she returned she would expect him to stay for the night. She had been deeply concerned about what she was facing in any case and her fears had now been deepened convincing her that she did not want to be alone.
When she and Henry returned she was immediately aware that he was still there. This time he accepted her offer of wine and they sat facing each other in the dimly lit room. "You know what I do for a living of course" she said and before he could do more than nod his head she went on "I have sex with men and women in ways that most people find shocking - I do it because I'm good at it and sometimes I enjoy it too."
"I know what you do" he said " and I make no judgements about what people do so long as they don't damage others. However you might think me old fashioned but personally I prefer just making love very slowly but passionately to beautiful women."
She moved to sit on the arm of the chair where Eric was sitting and said softly "I can do that too". She took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. This flat was her home - not the place where she saw clients - and it spoke of another side to her with its warm colours, soft furnishings, books of poetry, vinyl albums and even an old, but clearly well loved, teddy bear.
They stood by the bed and looked at each other. "I'm a little bit scared about what I have committed to" she said "I can take care of myself and I've been in some tough situations but this time I might have got it wrong."
"I know we have just met but I had to research you in some depth I'm afraid and I believe that you are a strong, resourceful woman. I also understand why you have made this choice. I chose to come and see you myself because I wanted to know what you were really like - what I hadn't expected was to find you so damn attractive."
"I'm flattered that you do - and I'm off duty now so this is the real person you are seeing and I really do need to be held tightly because I don't think I will sleep well tonight"
He took her face in his hands and began to kiss her and without a moment's hesitation she responded. They began to remove each other's clothing piece by piece until there were only her bra and panties and his underpants left. She stepped away and said "There is no going back after this" but he smiled, moved towards her and expertly removed her bra. He took each breast in turn and raised it to his lips so he could harden her nipples before kneeling down to remove her knickers.
As she stepped out of them, he moved his right hand between her legs and found her vagina lips. He already knew they were now pierced and he consciously made himself not react as his fingers encountered the warm steel and her wet cunt. He felt her intake of breath as he pushed her lips apart and probed more deeply while seeking her clit with his mouth.
After several minutes she began to tremble and he withdrew and arose - he lifted her bodily on to the bed and removed his own pants before lying down beside her. She began to say something but he silenced her with a kiss and then whispered "Let our bodies do the talking".
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt able to simply let go in this way. She didn't have to worry about the particular things the client wanted or the passing of time - he was, of course, a stranger to her but he was awakening in her emotional as well as physical responses. As he began to probe her once more she knew that if she wanted it an orgasm would quickly come so simply said "More please".
Once her spasm had subsided she quickly moved to explore his body and as her lips ran across his belly she encountered a large scar "Got it in the line of duty" he said. She took his cock in her hand and raised it to her lips. She knew very well that her oral skills were of the highest order and just a little professional pride crept in. She had no idea whether she would ever see this man again but she was going to make sure that he would never forget this night with her.
She realised he was trying to tell her that he was nearing ejaculation but she hushed him with her hand and carried on. This was something she did only occasionally did for regular clients but she really wanted to taste and swallow this man's spunk. Seconds later she recognised that despite his best efforts t was now on its way from his balls and she felt the first spurt followed a few second later by a larger one. She licked, sucked and swallowed till his cock began to wilt and then moved back up the bed to hold and kiss him.
They dozed for a while but in the small hours she was awake and reached for his cock and was happy to feel it grow hard. "Fuck me please" she said and he did very slowly, very hard, very deep and more than once before morning..
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