THE FALL OF A MYSTIQUE PRINCESS
I felt warmth pushing it's way into my bloodstream. The rays of the sun cast long golden lines across my bare torso as I struggled to turn sideways under the comforter. I was sandwiched between Mason and Jules. After the craziness at Misty's last night we'd stumbled down the road to the guys hotel for round two which involved a lot more wine, a butt plug and a riding crop. I could still feel phantom spasms in my ass from where the butt plug has been last night, the sex was legendary to say the very least.
I tried lowering my hands to lie on my belly but they wouldn't come down. I pulled and felt the cold steel of handcuffs biting into my wrists.
My eyes snapped open.
Realizing that I'd been handcuffed to the iron bars on the headboard of the bed, I started to panic internally, the SSIC would kill me if they found this out. I reminded myself to breathe, maybe the guys just wanted to have some more kinky sex. I took a deep breath and turned around, my eyes met Masons large brown eyes as he stared at me, he smiled making a clicking sound in his throat, slowly moving his head from side to side.
'Good morning Genevieve Chardavoinè'
If looks could kill then Mason would be laying in a pool of blood from the icy daggers of my glare.
He'd uttered my government name, Maybe he saw my driver's license but if we was snooping around who's to say he didn't see my SSIC ID too…..
A quick survey of the room showed Jules was fast asleep and the room had been tidied so it appeared that last nights rendezvous had never happened. I turned around to look at Jules properly, his long eyelashes fluttering ever so lightly as he slept, a tent pole beneath the sheets where his crotch met the comforter.
'You don't have to worry about him, he won't be up for a few more hours'
I eyed Mason quietly, what did he want? He had obviously drugged Jules and cleaned the room out of any evidence of last night but for what reason? Did he want more sex? Was he going to alert someone else to our location? I gave up quizzing myself and asked him
'What do you want Mason?'
'To hand you over to the government because you're a spy' he replied, flashing the same crooked tooth grin that had been so sexy last night which was suddenly irritating now, I wished I could strech my hand out and smack it off his face. He pulled out a badge from his jacket and flashed it at me,
AGENT: Mason B. Manchester
DEPARTMENT OF STATE SECURITY
Shit! Shit! Shit!
This man would turn me in without a doubt, I rubbed my fingers together to feel for my ring, it was still on. Using my distress ring was a last ditch effort and I really didn't want to call for back up until I'd exhausted every avenue I could. I tilted my head ever so slightly so my earring could make contact with my skin, a small vibration let me know that it was fully charged, I had to pull masons attention away so I could cut through the handcuffs without him noticing
'Okay Mason Manchester, you got me, what now??'
I attempted to sit up, knowing fully well that at the angle I was cuffed it was impossible to sit and trying to do so would cause my breasts to jiggle, smack and strain against each other. I watched triumphant as masons eyes stayed glued to my chest and it's movement
He clicked his tongue 'too bad all of this is going to prison'
I continue to rock slowly, Mason's eyes trained onto my breasts as they moved in either direction. Now was the time to strike
'It's also too bad that we never got some alone time last night' I said, peeping at him through my lashes
'Yeah too bad' he said, standing up to reveal his massive boner, stroking it slowly and staring at me
'You just had to be a spy, we could've been the perfect throuple you know'
'Me, you and Jules, we're fucking sexy man' he continued 'but you just had to be here stealing information that could potentially destroy my homeland'
His stroking grew more forceful with every word he spoke. I bit on my lower lip and smiled at him
'Touch me' I said in my most sultry voice.
I knew he wouldn't call anyone while he was like this, tensed and blue balled to the roof, if I could capitalize on the time he was fucking me maybe I could get out. Mason stood there stroking himself, eyeing me suspiciously
'Oh come on now' I said 'I might as well go out with a bang'
I watched a flicker of doubt go across his eyes before his warm wet mouth enclosed my nipple.
'Fuck!' I hissed, throwing my head back.
I quickened my breath as his hand squeezed and pulled on my nipples. My head was already tilted, the beam shooting out of my ear slowly melting off a cuff, cutting through would have been quicker but it would leave a strong smell in the air and that would be the end of my escape. I needed to keep him engaged so his attention didn't drift elsewhere.
'Oh fuck!' I said 'just fuck me daddy!'
He placed his tongue over my nipple and flicked it, leaving a trail of saliva over my areola before biting down on my nipple again
'Aaaaaah, yesssss baby!!'
Mason's dick was poking my stomach, I could quicken the melting if he just moved a little further away so I could turn up the heat
'Just stick it in alreadyyy'
Mason stood back, staring at me intently. He stepped back and opened a drawer, pulling out a tube of lubricant. Was he trying to fuck my ass? I remained quiet as he lubed himself up and pushed my breasts together, he was going to fuck my boobs. I took a breath and tilted my head further away, saying a prayer to the universe and the forces that be as he thrust between my breasts, his rigid flesh dragging against my chest. His eyes closed and head up to the ceiling as though in a silent prayer
'Fucking hell!' Mason groaned 'it's been way too long'
The melting was nearly complete, I could the joints of the cuff thinning out. Mason stayed like that with his eyes closed for a minute before pulling out and thrusting in again
'Yesss' he said
He began to thrust with a reckless abandon, the head of his dick repeatedly slamming on to my throat. His hands pushed me deeper into the mattress as his pace quickened, his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, rubbing so hard against me I knew it would leave my skin raw.
The joints of the cuff melted off.
I decided to stay put till he came, once he blew his load he'd be disoriented, tired and out of breath, then I would make my move.
I watched bored as Mason fucked the breath out of himself, his legs quivering as he reached his limit
'Ahhhh Genevieve'
'Don't come on me' I said
Mason hastily released my breasts as he sprayed jet after jet of cum haphazardly around the room, some of it landing on the carpet, some landing on the chair and the wall. Mason collapsed on the chair, with his eyes closed and breaths coming in long sparse bouts.
'Well aren't you the little mess maker' I said,
Quietly getting up and throwing his t shirt on
'Room service are going to be very unhappy with you'
'Yeah' he rasped 'it'll be totally worth it, that was fucking perfect'
'Hmm…for you maybe, my chest hurts'
'Sorry to hear that, I'm sure some ice on it and it'll go back to normal'
I grabbed my card holder and pushed the small green knob on the side of my ring, it sent out my live location so the nearest agent would come and pick me up here. I watched Masons breathing return to normal but his eyes remained closed, the door was unlocked so I could make a run for it. I tiptoed to the door and gently grabbed the handle, pulling as quietly as I could. The door opened with a loud creak and Masons eyes flew open
'Hey!!!'
I ran out and slammed the door behind me, running down the hall to the elevator and pushing in before it shut. I breathed a sigh of relief, Mason would have to put on clothes or a robe at least, then wait for the elevator before getting to the lobby and by then I should be long gone. The tiny knob on my ring lit up, my ride was outside.
The man next to me in the elevator kept stealing nervous glances at me, looking me over before pulling his portfolio closer to his chest. I took a quick survey of myself and chuckled, I looked like a crack addict. Standing barefoot with nothing but a t shirt on and a card holder, I looked like I had just robbed someone. The elevator doors opened and I sprinted across the lobby, making a beeline for the pickup truck with a spade etched on the door. My boobs were knocking and hitting each other, I placed an arm over them and kept running.
'Ouch!' I said, as my feet touched the asphalt.
My perception of time had been off, it midday and the asphalt was burning my feet. Moving as fast as I could manage on tiptoes, I grabbed the door and launched my self into the car.
'Well what the hell happened to you??' Maisie asked as she drove off. I took a look behind us to see if Mason was following us, from what I could see, he wasn't. I relaxed into the chair and blew a large gust of air through my lips
'It's a long story Maisie' I replied
'I can tell from the looks of you' she chuckled 'I hope it doesn't involve crack cocaine though'
'No no, I don't do drugs'
Maisie turned down the freeway, she was taking the long way to my house. This was SSIC protocol after you picked someone up, you drove around for a while to lose anyone who was tailing, you were also required to camouflage the car at least three times to disorient them. So as Maisie took another turn, the car became a sedan, she drove slower now, looking me over
'So what happened Genevieve?'
'Umm….' I tried to gather my racing thoughts, anyone who requested emergency pickup had to give an official report, if I lied on my official report I would get caught. My recklessness could potentially put the entire mission into jeopardy. I sighed
'There was a little bit of an incident' I finally said
Maisie laughed a dry laugh 'yeah no shit. I pick you up barefoot with a t shirt and no bra, and that large red bruise on your throat—'
My hands immediately flew to my throat, shit!. Masons dick had been bumping my throat but I didn't think it would be enough to leave a bruise, curse my super sensitive skin. Maisies voice softens as she asks me
'Did someone hit you?? Because we have protocol for that too'
'No Maisie no body beat me up. You think I'd let some guy beat me up?'
Maisie shrugged 'I guess not'
I closed my eyes and drew a large breath
'I might as well get on with it' I muttered to myself.
After narrating the events of the night and this morning to her, I braced myself for the inevitable
'YOU DID WHAT!!!' Maisie screamed 'are you fucking crazy???, department of state security?? Oh my God!!' Maisie gripped the steering wheel harder as she turned into my neighborhood
'What happened to the entire database of free fucks that SSIC gives us? You know….. the people you can sleep with without worrying about your safety or compromising your mission?'
'None of those idiots are good fucks and you know it!' I spat
Undeterred she continued 'it doesn't fucking matter G! You should have been more discreet!'
' I didn't even pick him, I picked his boyfriend who is neither a spy nor working with state security, I had no clue!'
Maisie shook her head as she pulled up in my apartment complex
'This is bad G, this is really bad' she stared at me as the car came to a halt
'Girl, What are you gonna do??'
Maisies question reverberated across my mind as I placed an ice pack on my chest.
What was I going to do?
The board would call me in by tomorrow wether Maisie ratted me out or not. All emergencies are sent to the board directly and it didn't matter that it was just a car ride, they would call me in for mandatory questioning. I had between now and 10am tomorrow morning to figure it out.
I threw a pack of salami in the microwave and set it to defrost, watching the orange glow from the microwave envelop the pack of salami and spin it in circles
I needed to find Mason and see what he really knew before he went in, if he hadn't already gone in and if he had, I needed to find out what he'd told them. The sound of the microwave beeper brought me back to reality. I plated my brunch and ate slowly. I'd set an alarm for 6pm and return to the hotel, with some luck Mason would still be there, without luck he'd be gone but perhaps I could draw some information from the hotel database.
Draw some information!
I pulled my iPad from my desk and settled into the couch. After plugging in my SSIC encrypted key card, I logged into the department of state security data base. A quick search brings up Mason's details.
MASON BARTHOLOMEW MANCHESTER
6ft 7inches
27 august 1999
African American
Since 2024
I stopped. I got caught by a rookie???! Mason had been at this job for a little over six months, there was absolutely no way he knew anything of substance. He was either bluffing or tampering with classified information. I scanned his portfolio and current engagements. Nothing there tilted towards him officially being in contact with anything that could notify him of my existence.
After powering down and applying some salve on my tender areas, I lay on my couch to take a nap. I'd need all my strength for hitting the streets later that night.
I pulled my trench coat tightly around myself trying to ward of the windy chill that was making its way through the city. From the looks of it, it was going to rain. I'd gotten to the hotel and stood outside to gather my thoughts. I chained my motorcycle down and headed to the reception. There was someone else at the desk which was great, it'd be god awful if it was the same person who was in the afternoon. Not that I was specifically worried about being identified as the barefoot girl from earlier today, infact I could have leveraged that for a particular type of story.
'Good evening, how can I help you'
'Good evening, I'm here to meet with someone'
'Okay do you have their name and room number?'
'Just their names I'm afraid, they're on the top floor, I was here earlier today'
'What's the name?'
'Mason Manchester'
The sound of the receptionist hitting the keyboard filled the quiet lobby. Her eyebrows furrowed as she smiled at me
'I'm sorry but they've checked out'
I considered asking her to let me check the room but it'd probably have been cleaned out already.
I smiled at her and nodded
'Thank you'.
Outside it had started to drizzle. A quick glance at my watch as I raced through the light evening city traffic to Misty's revealed that the time was just a little after 7, the night was still very young. The drizzle had advanced to a full downpour by the time I parked my motorcycle in Misty's parking lot.
I hung my coat on the rack and stepped into the bar, it was packed full. The only current information I had about Mason was that he drove a blue Chevy (we'd stopped there last night to grab some toys). I face palmed myself for not looking at the plates, I could have ran them through a system and it'd take me back to an address but in my defense, I had no clue that I was dealing with a DSS employee.
Cassie wasn't behind the bar, maybe her shift started later on in the night or maybe she wouldn't work at all tonight, I didn't know. Foregoing my usual spot at the bar, I sat in the pit which was what most people came to Misty's to do. The pit was a modern looking() with tables snaking all around the edges before curling into each other and a wide space in the middle that served as the dance floor. The overall effect of the pit was feeling as if you were in the middle of blocks of dominoes or you were twisting around in the belly of a snake. The pit was dark with red blue and green mood lights flashing across the room, the deep bass of the music pulsing so loudly you'd feel your blood thumping. People were already pressed against each other gripping and grinding on the dance floor as I made my way to a cluster of tables where a group of men sat. I had to begin my search somewhere
'Hey fellas'
'Hey lil' mama, what's good?' the guy sitting in the middle replied, he had large brown curly hair and they all turned to look at him when he spoke, he must be the leader.
'I'm trying to find a guy, thought I'd ask if any of you know him'
'Whatchu need him for? You trying to to bed him?' The leader asked and some his followers chortled whilst the others either grimaced or guffawed.
I leaned in, smiling at him
'Maybe I am trying to bed him but I can't bed him if I don't know where he is no?'
'Maybe he don't wanna be bedded then. You can bed me, shit I wanna be bedded'
'Thanks for the offer brownie locks but right now I need to find this guy'
The leader shrugged
'Your loss I guess' he said 'what this guy look like anyway?'
I gave a detailed description of Mason leaving out only the fact that his dick hung low between his thighs and that he had a nice toned ass. I watched as they shook their head one by one. The leader looked at me
'Gee Merida, I don't know, a dude like that AND he's black. If he was from here parts we'd know him'
I nodded. Taking a deep breath, if he and Jules truly were a couple then finding Jules would also be as good as finding Mason. I gave a description of Jules and watched their faces for any recognition and was about to give up when I saw a mousy guy in the back perk up
'He's got like long hair right?'
'Thank you God!, yes he does!'
'And like…blue blue eyes'
I nodded. Had this guy fucked Jules?
'Yeah I know him' he continued 'he's a baker, works down on the island. He drives a blue Chevy too'
'Yes the Chevy'
So the Chevy belonged to Jules not Mason.
'Do you know how I can find him?' I asked
The mousy guy stood, 'I don't have a phone number but I might have the packaging from one of his goods in my car. I buy donuts from his bakery every morning'
'So you're going to bed this one instead?' Asked the leader 'you sure do get around miss'
'Not around to you though, maybe another day'
The leader nodded, rubbing his stubble
'Yo Tito, give the lady what she needs so we can finish our meeting'
The mousy man now identified as Tito, took me to his car outside. After rummage around for a while he pulled out a white nylon bag.
'Here you go' he said 'the bakery's address and numbers is on there'
I took it from him and neatly folded it into my pocket. The rain had stopped but the clouds were heavy with possibility of more coming soon. I wrapped my arms around my shoulders as the wind blew,it was cold and wet. My coat was inside
'Thank you Tito'
'No problem, say hi to Julian for me'
I wanted to ask more but he turned around and walked away.
I stood in the cold bracing myself, according to the packaging the bakery stayed open till 9:30pm. If I left now I might make it right before closing time.
I took the train to the island.