"Paige" (inspired by the FX tv series "The Americans")

[Alice2015]

Paige, with Nick:

Paige would have been lying if she'd said she hadn't noticed Nick's erection when she laid her head in his lap. Actually, she'd noticed it just moments after entering his apartment ... then again as he was getting her coffee, bringing the coffee, moving to the couch. How does a man function with his cock eternally swollen like that? she'd thought with humor.

"Thanks," she said to the offer of the pillow, snuggling her head down into it and her shoulder up against his thigh; probably more intimate than each of those, Paige laid her hand atop his thigh, just north of his knee. She didn't caress him; she simply placed it there. Just trying to make conversation, she said about the movie, "This is a good part."

She was fading off again when she realized that Nick was gently caressing her arm with his thumb. She knew he wanted to fuck her; hell, most men who met her did, either because they thought she cute or sexy ... or both. Paige found Nick attractive as well, and over the years she, too, had had occasional fantasies about sex with him.

But she was with Connor now. Wasn't she? She had had an incredible night of very satisfying sex with the Illegal. That made Connor her boyfriend, right? Paige had never been the two-timer type. Hell, she'd only had four boyfriends in her life, including Connor; had only slept with three of them, again including her fellow Center spy; and had only truly appreciated one of them as a sex partner, and that most definitely included only Connor.

Paige found herself thinking about her mother. Elizabeth Jennings had used seduction and sex as just another tool in her work. Paige had once asked her mother if she'd fucked men as part of her job, something to which Elizabeth had without hesitation said no. But Paige had known better. She'd heard a story third or fourth hand about a young Senate Intern who'd been seduced by an older woman into unwittingly performing an act of espionage during a Senate meeting on military aid to Ukraine.

The realization of what he'd done had been devastating for him: he'd abandoned his internship; he'd quit university; he'd taken to binge drinking. Paige had been unable and unwilling to forgive her mother for crushing this young man, and she'd told her mother that she was done working with her. The pair never collaborated on a Center mission again, and less than two months later, the Jennings Family's cover was blown and the flight to Canada -- which Paige had, of course, abandoned -- had become necessary.

I'm with Connor now, Paige again told herself, even as she realized that -- just as Nick was caressing a thumb on her arm -- she, too, had unknowingly begun caressing her fingertips upon his thigh. She rolled to her back to look up at the man, smiling softly as she studied him. Reaching to take the hand that had been on her shoulder, Paige interlaced her fingers with Connors, a bit of intimacy that conflicted with what she was about to say to him.

"I think you are an attractive man, Nick," she began with a soft, sincere tone. "And you're very nice. You've been good to me, and I appreciate that." She paused a moment, looking to the fingers that were now toying with casually with each other. Looking up into his eyes again, Paige finished, "I think that I would like to be your lover ... someday ... just ... not this day. It's--" She drew a deep breath, held it, then released it. "--not the right time. Are you okay with that?"

 

[HumanBean]

Paige rolled to her back to look up at Nick. She interlaced the fingers of one hand in his. He smiled, thinking this was a first step to more intimacy between them. His hopes rose even more when she said, "I think you are an attractive man, Nick."

But there was more in her tone than in her words as she continued. "And you're very nice. You've been good to me, and I appreciate that."

Despite the gentle play between their fingers, Nick knew what was coming. What was coming was not what he was hoping was coming. "I think that I would like to be your lover ... someday ... just ... not this day. It's--"

It's not a good time for me she's going to say, he thought as she paused.

She finished close enough to that: "--not the right time. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course," Nick responded quietly. He smiled down to her, trying to support his words with a sincere expression. He perked up a bit, repeating, "Of course! It's fine. You're right. I mean, we barely know each other. I mean, I like you. Very much. And I think I know you enough to know that ... well ... I'd like to be your lover, too. I know I would, not think I would. But ... the right time will come ... or not."

He lifted Paige's hand, leaned his head down, and kissed the back of her hand softly, intimately, while looking her in the eye. He hoped he'd hidden his disappointment well enough not to let things get awkward between them. He peeked up at the television, then back down. "You're gonna miss the good part. I mean, the next good part."

Where they went from there, tonight and in the future, was up to Paige now. Nick was a guy, of course. He'd strip his clothes off and fuck'n'suck Paige at a moment's notice. But until she made it clear to him that that was what she wanted, he'd continue on being her forger, her host, and whatever sort of acquaintance/friend/lover she wanted him to be.

 

[Alice2015]

"Of course," Nick responded to Paige's delay -- or maybe denial? -- of a sexual relationship between them. He continued with his agreement that it wasn't the right time for them -- her words -- ending with, "But ... the right time will come ... or not."

He was putting up a good face, but Paige could both see the disappointment in his face and hear it in his tone, despite his efforts to the contrary. He glanced to the television, telling her, "You're gonna miss the good part. I mean, the next good part."

Paige didn't immediately turn back to the screen, instead looking up into his face a long moment before pressing her lips to his hand and returning the kiss. She rolled to her side and snuggled her head and shoulder into the pillow again, but this time the hand that had earlier found his thigh moved to her own bosom instead. The show finished sometime later, after which Paige immediately hopped up and complimented Nick's choice in entertainment before rushing off after saying, "Gotta pee."

In the bathroom, Paige sat atop the lowered toilet seat for a long while, thinking. Had she done the right thing? She wasn't thinking only about having told Nick they weren't going to be lovers tonight or even soon; she was thinking about bringing up the subject at all. Nick wasn't meant to be a potential boyfriend; he was her documents forger. Staying over at his house and being of opposite genders didn't mean that sex had to be contemplated.

On the other hand, she was very much attracted to the man. He was handsome and personable, neat and clean, intelligent and funny; and as illegal as it was, Paige was impressed by his skills as a forger. He was most definitely boyfriend material. But Paige had a boyfriend. Or, at least, she had a lover. Fuck! she screamed quietly in her mind. She was too inexperienced at relationships, to know how she was supposed to conduct them. She'd kissed and engaged in some heavy petting with Matthew Beeman; she'd spread her legs once for that college boy before freshman year Christmas break; she'd had a short-lived sexual dalliance with yet another fellow student that had taught her a lot yet had been seriously dissatisfying; and now, finally, she had had a fling with an experience man who'd rocked her world like she'd never imagined.

Still, was Connor her boyfriend? Or was he just a man she'd made love with -- had sex with? -- because she had been horny, and he'd been available? She was horny now; Nick was available now! Why shouldn't she fuck him as well? She wasn't committed to Connor. Paige didn't know if she could do that, though: keep two lovers simultaneously. She'd known girls in both high school and university who had done that. She wouldn't say that all of them had been sluts, but most of them had been. Most of them hadn't stopped at just two lovers.

I'm not a slut, she told herself. Standing and flushing the toilet, Paige headed back out into the living room. She made eye contact with Nick for a long moment, contemplating, considering. She smiled weakly to him before saying, "I need sleep. How about we call it a night."

 

[HumanBean]

Paige spent an unusually long time in the bathroom, Nick thought. Of course, what did he know about women? What did any man truly know about women? Nick cleaned up the remains of their snacks and drinks. He'd just about finished when his guest emerged again.

"I need sleep," she told him bluntly, finishing, "How about we call it a night."

"Of course," Nick said. He headed for his bedroom door, saying, "Take my bed." He knew she was going to resist. He was ready. "I changed the sheets and gave you the blanket you used the other night. Freshened the room, picked up my clothes. If you turn down my hospitality, all that effort will have been wasted. So, don't turn it down."

Nick took hold of Paige and literally forced her toward and through his bedroom door. Before he let go of her, he pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek. Sincerely, he said, "I'm glad your here."

He stepped back. He didn't want Paige thinking he might be inviting himself to sleep in his bed, too. Pointing, he said, "You'll find my big comfy tee shirts in the second drawer down. Feel free."

Backing more until he was out the door, Nick said, "Night, Paige."

He didn't expect her to prevent him from leaving. She'd made her feelings clear. He would return to the couch and the sheets and blanket he'd stripped from his bed. He would want to beat off, but he would resist. Maybe tomorrow morning in the shower, though.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOPS: I got a little crazy with the length of my reply, so I had to split it into two posts. Sorry. I get this way sometimes.)

"Take my bed," Nick offered, explaining that he'd freshened it and the room for her before saying, "So, don't turn it down."

She was going to take the couch again, but his insistence was ... well, insistent! When he took hold of her to force her inside, Paige thought for a moment that Nick might be hoping that contact with her -- contact which would include a kiss on the cheek -- was a last attempt to change her mind about sex. But he only said, "I'm glad your here."

Paige found a tee shirt just as he'd instructed, stripped to her panties, donned the oversized top, and slipped into bed. She suddenly found herself wide awake, her brain stimulated by the exchange between them about the possibility of a sexual relationship at some point -- or, maybe, the lack of one ever. Paige was horribly conflicted about her feelings for Nick; he was just the type of man she'd like to have as a lover, but at the same time a part of her was screaming don't mix business with pleasure.

But hadn't she already done that with Connor? Nick was her documents forger, and she most definitely needed to maintain a long-term relationship -- business relationship -- with him, and if there was one thing she'd learned from life and from her mother, you didn't endanger a valued business relationship by mixing it with romance. At the same time, Connor was her only hope of learning where she stood with the Center. What happened if their sexual relationship ended badly, and he decided not to help her? Or worse: what if he decided to turn her in? She was wanted by the Center and -- possibly even worse -- by the FBI.

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Paige had finally slipped off, waking while it was still dark beyond the bedroom window. She rose to learn it was barely past 5am, slipping quietly out into the hall to look out upon Nick. He was deep asleep, snoring so lightly that it could almost have been described as simply breathing loudly. Paige walked over to sit on the coffee table's edge, studying him for the longest time. She didn't know whether she was hoping he'd wake or remain asleep or what she would have done if he'd done the former; she was still conflicted about her desire to get naked with him and toy around with having two simultaneous lovers.

In the end, Nick remained in slumber, and Paige dressed, slipped out, checked the street for any sign of surveillance, and -- seeing none -- made her way to the bus stop and ultimately to the garage where she kept the car. She didn't have anything she needed to do this morning; she was pretty sure that Connor wouldn't have any information about Burov this quickly, and that was only thing she had going on at the moment. She took a few minutes to done one of her wigs, slip in dark contacts, and change into some baggy clothes that made her look heavier. When she got into the older economy car to depart, she looked so unlike herself that her parents might not even recognize her.

She got breakfast and coffee at a drive-thru, then headed out of town without any destination in mind. Her subconscious must have been directing Paige, though, because before she even realized what she was doing, she was nearing Falls Church, where she'd spent her entire life before being identified as a Russian secret agent. She was just a mile from her block when she began to question her sanity in taking what was certainly still a risk. But her despair over what had happened and surely still was happening to Henry led to Paige driving up the street between the two homes for the third time hoping to see something, anything, that told her Henry was okay.

Even now, 5 days after the FBI had uncovered the Jennings as the Illegals for whom they'd long been searching, there were still government cars sitting in the driveway of the family's home; a pair of men in long coats, clutching steaming cups of coffee in a bid to ward off the cold of a mid-December morning, were chatting near the front door, each of them glancing toward the car cruising slowly by before turning back to their conversation.

Paige looked the other direction, toward the Beeman household, to find Stan's sedan and Renee's Jeep Wagoneer parked side by side. None of this surprised Paige, of course, as she simply continued onward at the speed limit until she was out of sight of both homes. Slowing to a halt at the stop sign at the next intersection, emotion got the better of Paige and she began sobbing. She wanted so badly to turn around, race back to the Beeman house, burst inside, and take her brother into her arms. To do so, though, would result in her being arrested and jailed as an enemy of the United States of America.

Paige had lost track of time as she sat at the stop sign crying and only returned to reality when she heard the horn of the car behind her. She wiped her eyes as she instinctively looked into the rear view; the driver waved his hand impatiently. Paige waved politely back, then -- after looking for and seeing no cross traffic -- flicked on her blinker and began to pull forward.

She slammed on the brakes in panic as she very nearly hit a bicyclist who -- thinking Paige had been giving the right-of-way -- was crossing before her in the crosswalk. The biker flinched and swerved just a bit, but by this time was far enough pass Paige to not be in danger. Paige's heart was pounding, and she took a moment to recover, only to once again be honked at by a now very impatient driver. Paige glared into the rear view and -- feeling that the man's initial impatient had been the reason for the near collision -- stuck her middle finger up to his viewing pleasure. Again, checking for traffic -- this time for not just automobiles but bikes and pedestrians, too -- Paige pulled out, turned left, and headed down the street.

She'd barely gotten a hundred feet before the car that had been behind her zipped around her, despite the narrowness of the suburban neighborhood street. It was moving quick and fast initially, an act of anger Paige initially believed. She recalled driving lessons with her father three years earlier, when one of the things he'd taught her was to just ignore assholes, of whom she would be driving amongst on more occasions that she could imagine.

Paige thought the driver's burst of speed and aggressive passing was the end of their interaction until suddenly the car's brake light illuminated and the car slowed back down to match her own. Her first fear was that this was going to turn into a road rage incident; if the man stopped in the road before Paige, she would have no room to go around him. She checked her mirror to see if the road behind her was open for a quick but careful reversing of her direction. It wasn't. A second car was just coming onto the road from the same direction that she and the leading car had.

Suddenly, Paige's heart leapt with panic as she considered that perhaps these two cars were together -- that they were FBI, that they'd recognized her or had simply decided to check her out, and now they had her trapped between them and the various cars parked on either side before the houses to which they belonged. She looked for escape routes but saw none; there simply was nowhere to go what with all the idle cars, large trees, picket fences, and other obstacles.

 

[Alice2015]

(Part 2 of 2)

As her heart continued pounding, the two government-looking sedans bracketing her, Paige caught sight of the previous bicyclist crossing at yet another intersection, and with her eyes widening and mouth falling open, she realized that it was her brother, Henry. She craned to see him as he passed before the leading sedan, then flashed between parked cars. She wanted to see more of him and flicked on her blinker the appropriate direction.

The leading car coincidentally made the same turn, and after Paige had made the change to the new street, she realized that the car behind her had as well. A new thought suddenly filled her mind: just as she was following her brother, these two cars were, too. They were Feds, tracking her brother. But why? For what reason? Were they his protection, or were they surveilling him in the hopes that a member of his family -- perhaps his heart broken sister, who was thought to have fled the country -- would be stupid enough to make contact with him while he was out pedaling through the neighborhood?

At the next intersection, Henry again turned onto a new street, and the lead car -- staying back a couple of hundred feet -- took the turn as well. This time, though, Paige continued straight through the intersection, traveling up the block until the car behind her had also taken the turn. Quickly, she jerked up into the next driveway, backed quickly back out, and sped back to the intersection. She inched up until she could see the trailing car almost two blocks away, then pulled onto the same street to follow.

Paige remained at a safe distance of two blocks, sometimes more. On three separate occasions, when she saw the lead car turn far ahead of her, she quickly turned at the next corner to parallel the Feds for a block or two before falling back behind them at a safe distance. The chase ultimately ended when Paige saw the two cars pull into the parking lot of a strip mall with which she was familiar. Her heart danced and her lips spread in a smile as she realized her brother's location: Wunderland Amusements.

She pulled into the lot and parked a good distance away, arriving just in time to see Henry walking away from the bike rack to the gaming business's entrance. Paige watched as the driver of the first car casually entered the business; the second Agent exited his car, found a nearby tree to lean against, and pulled out a vaping pen, and began sucking away at it.

Paige realized that her heart was still pounding from the unexpected excitement. She knew it was a bad idea to be here; she knew it was a horrible idea to make contact with her brother. And yet a voice in her head was screaming for her to do it, that it would be safe, that she could get away with it.

She sat there for almost an hour, during which the first Agent had exited, a third one who'd arrived unseen replaced him, and yet a fourth one came to relieve the vaping man, who drove off in the general direction of where all of this had started to begin with. Despite her desperate desire to make contact with Henry, Paige did finally fire up the car and head out of the lot, heading away without a course or destination in mind.

She wandered aimlessly for an hour, ultimately deciding to head to Connor's apartment to get an update on Burov. She arrived, only to find him not home. She waited an hour or so, finally leaving when there was no sign of him. She checked three of the coffee shops that she knew he frequented, again seeing nothing of him. With nowhere else to go and a dreadful need to talk to someone, anyone, Paige headed back for Nick's apartment.

Knocking and being gestured inside, Paige wrapped her arms around his torso and immediately began sobbing. She clutched him to her for the longest time, desperate to feel the touch of someone who cared about her. Paige had no one in her life anymore with the departure of her parents and the forced distancing between her and her brother. She hadn't fully considered this loneliness when she'd stepped off the train at the US-Canadian border; her only thought that day had been that she couldn't leave her brother alone and wouldn't live her life out with her parents in Russia.

After the longest time, Paige pulled her cheek back from where it had been pressing against Nick's chest, rose on her tippy toes, and pressed her mouth to his in what began soft and sweet but slowly became intimate, then erotic. One of her hands slipped downward to his belt, then rose again under Nick's tee shirt; the other hand came out from under his arm to reach to the back of his head, pulling their faces even more passionately together.

"Make love to me," she whispered after a long while. Kissing him again and lowering the caressing hand to grasp a butt cheek, she repeated insistently, "Make love to me, Nick ... please! I need you."

 

[HumanBean]

Stan and Henry had fought over the latter's desire to get out of the former's house for some fun. Henry had been stuck inside Stan's house for five straight days. He'd been allowed out in the fenced backyard with an accompanying FBI Agent. But nothing more. Henry was going stir crazy.

Stan only agreed to let Henry off his leash is he had Bureau escorts with him. The teen didn't want bodyguards, so they compromised. The Agents could follow Henry, but they had to maintain their distance.

And that was how Paige ended up seeing what she had. Henry had looked right at his sister when she nearly slammed into him. But she'd been disguise. She'd been in an unfamiliar car. And she wasn't supposed to even be in the United States. Why would he even look closer than to simply reassure his safety.

After that, he'd continued on without incident. He did look back occasionally. Stan had told him to make sure the Agents stayed with him. Henry had contemplated losing them. On his bicycle, he could go places they couldn't. But he had no reason to shed his protection. Stan had promised that they wouldn't cramp his style. Henry barely noticed the Agents once he was inside the arcade.

He played games until he'd spent all but ten of his dollars. He got some fast-food next door, then biked to the park a couple of blocks away. He sat there eating, watching the ducks, and thinking. He'd been doing a lot of that: thinking. It had been five days since his family's departure. Flight from justice, Stan had called it. Henry had been too devastated initially to think too deeply about what was happening to him. Later, he began looking for questions. Ironically, today he only had more questions.

Henry only finished half his takeout meal before he headed back home. As before, two government vehicles followed at discreet distances. At Stan's house, he dropped onto the bed that was now his but had once been Matthew Beeman's. He listened to music sent from his phone to a Bluetooth stereo as he watched a soccer match on the muted television.

This was his life now. Stan was looking at schools for him to attend in January after the holidays. But until then there wasn't much else to do.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor:

The sun was barely up when his landline rang. He answered only half awake, "Speak to me."

"I'm sorry, I was looking for Miss Wagner," a female voice said. "Miss Teresa Wagner. Do I have the correct number?"

Connor sat up quickly. He was suddenly wide awake. He feigned confusion, "I'm sorry, who?"

"Miss Teresa Wagner," the woman went on. "She applied for a job at our agency, McKenzie Temporary Services."

"No, sorry," Connor said, rolling out of his bed. He snatched up a pen and scribbled down key words and letters: Miss, Teresa, Wagner, M, T, S. "Wrong number."

"So sorry to disturb you, sir," the woman continued. "The number I have was handwritten and poorly so. This 7 is probably a 1."

"No, that's alright," Connor said. He added both the 7 and the 1 to the page. "You have a nice day."

He hung up, showered, dressed, ate, and headed out. After using his car, his feet, a bus, and a cab, Connor reached the private garage where he kept the tools of his craft. Using the note he'd memorized before burning, he constructed the decoded message. He smiled.

This was going to please Paige greatly.

Nick:

"Make love to me," Paige whispered to him, kissing him again as she groped one of his butt cheeks. "Make love to me, Nick ... please! I need you."

He didn't have to be asked twice. He swept her easily up into his arms, whispering back, "My pleasure."

He carried her off to his bed, playfully tossed her onto it, and began undressing as he smiled down to her.

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman:

From the upstairs bedroom that she now shared with her newlywed husband, Renee watched Stan give Henry a casual farewell wave as the boy headed way on his bicycle. It was the first time since his world had been turned upside down that the teen had left the property. Once Henry was out of sight and Stan had turned back for the house, Renee looked across the street to where the Jennings had once lived, finding two black SUVs and two FBI agents out front. Even from this distance, Renee could identify one of the men as Special Agent Cliff Peterson.

Peterson would normally be no more special than any of the other Agents working the Jennings home if it wasn't for his primary task. He was the driver and aide to Assistant Special Agent in Charge Emily Mathers. After the multiple failures of the Washington DC Counterintelligence office at which Stan worked, Mathers had been reassigned from the New York office to supervise both the investigation of the Jennings family and -- more importantly -- a top-to-bottom review of Stan's office.

Renee descended to the homes first floor, wrapping her arms around her husband as he stood in the kitchen drinking his second or maybe even third cup of coffee. She kissed him and said simply, "He'll be fine. It'll take a while -- it's only been five days -- but he'll be fine, I believe that. And I believe in you, Stan. You're the best thing for Henry right now."

She kissed her husband again, fetched the sack lunch she took with her to work each day, turned to look him up and down with a hungry ogle, then returned to stand close to him. "You know, I don't actually have to be at work until two. My trainer isn't in today, so I'm meeting up with some of the trainees for a study session. We could go upstairs and..."

As she looked up into Stan's eyes with a flirty smile, she cupped a hand over his groin, kneading his cock and balls softly. She finished her offer, "...roll about naked for a bit while the kid is out." Renee smiled, laughed, and kissed Stan yet again. She knew he actually did have to be at the office soon, yet she enjoyed teasing him with offer just to feel him harden down yonder.

"I'll be home by six," she told him, backing away toward the door leading to the garage. "I'll bring dinner home. Mexican...? Thai?"

Renee got her answer, blew Stan a kiss, and headed out. She headed out the open garage door, loaded up in the Wagoneer, and backed it out onto the street. Looking to her left, she caught sight of Mathers exiting the Jennings home. Renee spun the Jeep around in the crossover just past the median and pulled up into the Illegals' driveway. Mathers caught sight of the new Bureau hire, waved, and walked over to greet her.

"How're things in HR, Renee?" she said, patting the other woman on the arm when she reached the vehicle. "Still in training?"

"Will be for a while, Emily. Thanks for asking," Renee responded. Looking to the Jennings home, she asked in a more hushed tone, "Anything new in the investigation? I mean, anything you can share?"

One of the lessons pounded repeatedly into Bureau employees' minds -- particularly the new hires -- was classification of information and need to know. Renee wasn't surprised at all when Emily responded, "Nothing much." They chatted a while longer about nothing in particular before Emily said she needed to go, Renee said the same, and they parted. Renee backed out to the road and headed for work -- but not before looking back to her own home to see if her husband was watching her chatting with the woman who was investigating him, his coworkers, and everything they'd done or didn't do over the last 10 years.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige:

(OOC: The pic is out of context. Just imagine her in underwear.)

Paige grasped at Nick's shoulders and neck as he swept her up into his arms, responding to her request for sex with, "My pleasure."

He carried her 106-pound form to his bed with ease and playfully tossing her onto it just as easily before beginning the quick process of stripping off his clothes. Paige rose to sit on her knees with her haunches on her calves while taking the moment to simply watch Nick undress. With his shirt and jeans discarded, she marveled at how delicious he looked. She found herself comparing Nick to Connor; they were both very athletically fit, surprisingly very similar in height, weight, shape, etc.

She rose tall on her knees, unsnapped and unzipped her own jeans, then stripped her tee shirt off over her head. Lying back, she kicked off her slip-on shoes and stripped off the jeans. She laid there a moment in just her panties and bra, then stripped them off as well. Now naked, she waited eagerly for Nick to join her, parting her knees as he neared her and eagerly reaching out to grasp his cock in both hands. Without hesitation, Paige rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, both wetting it and pleasuring her clit with some gentle flicking.

"Do you have condoms?" she asked, suddenly aware that she'd left her purse in the car. "I won't do it without them."

 

[HumanBean]

Stan Beeman:

"He'll be fine," Renee said about Henry. "It'll take a while -- it's only been five days -- but he'll be fine, I believe that."

"I dunno," Stan murmured.

"And I believe in you, Stan," Renee added, kissing him. "You're the best thing for Henry right now."

Stan knew that to be true. Of course, the boy had no other option right now. What else were they supposed to do with him? Orphanage? Group home? Foster family? Stan already knew that Henry had no other family. Not in the United States anyway. Elizabeth Jennings had once claimed she was away caring for an ailing aunt one time. After the truth about the Illegals couple came out, the Bureau had looked into this aunt. She didn't exist so far as anyone in law enforcement could tell.

After toying with his manhood, Renee made her way out. Stan remained where he was for a moment. Then, inconspicuously, he went upstairs to his office. From there, he could look down on the front of the house, including the street and the Jennings house beyond it. He watched as his wife crossed over to chat with the woman investigating him and his office.

Stan didn't have a problem with Emily Mathers. He'd known the moment that he let Elizabeth, Philip, and Paige escape that someone would be coming in to look into the DC office for their deep and serious fuckup. Stan was already anticipating a series of changes and, likely, punishments. He'd already received a reprimand. He'd been told a performance letter would be added to his permanent record. And it had been hinted that suspension or even termination was possible.

The only thing that scared Stan was the possibility of prison. That option had been hinted at. After all, he'd been friends with a foreign intelligence agent for almost 7 years. Stan's current boss didn't think that would actually happen, though. "It's not like you let him go, Stan," the man had reassured him. "All you did was not catch him."

Yeah, if only you knew the truth, Stan had thought to himself. That scene in the parking garage of Paige's campus apartment building haunted him every day, often several times a day.

Renee pulled out of the Jennings' driveway and resumed her course toward work. Stan looked to Mathers. The ASAC was just standing there, staring directly at the Beeman house. Stan wished he knew what was going on inside the woman's head. Ironically, he'd learned more about Mathers from Renee than he had during personal conversation or work with her himself. He probably hadn't exchanged 30 words with her since her arrival the day after Elizabeth and Philip vanished.

Could she know that Stan had let the Jennings trio escape? Crazy as it might seem, there'd been no cameras pointed at the underground garage's entrance. You couldn't hardly travel half a mile in the DC Metro area without a camera catching you. And yet, this night, Stan and the Jennings had been unseen by any visual recording device. That didn't mean that Mathers didn't know there was more to the Jennings' escape and Stan's part in it though.

There was a whole other situation to be concerned about, of course: Renee. Philip had told Stan that night that Renee might very well be an Illegal. Stan didn't want to believe it. But he had to investigate it. Only, how? Any sort of records search could raise red flags. Not only that, but Renee was being trained for a position in Human Resources. Some of the records he would need to review came from HR. There was no way for him to know whether or not she was made aware of a review of her.

The only way to ensure that Renee didn't learn she was being looked into was to open an official investigation -- through Mathers. And Stan wasn't about to do that. He might just as well pack up his desk and dust off his resume. That was assuming, of course, that his next position wasn't in the laundry at the nearest Federal Penitentiary.

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige:

Paige only watched Nick as he stripped. He felt a bit self-conscious under her gaze. He was in good shape but like most people always thought he could look better. Down to his briefs, Nick was very aware of his erection. He didn't consider himself huge or anything. He was above average, though, in both length and girth. The result was that his cock pushed the front of his briefs out very noticeably.

Paige finally began undressing. She lost her top, her shoes, her pants. She looked incredible in just her panties and bra. She was well toned, smooth, shapely. Nick had expected she would be. There was no disappointment here.

His delight continued as Paige shed her bra and panties, too. Nick took a moment to admire her, whispering, "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. She gestured for him to join her on the bed. He pulled his briefs forward and down to free his cock. It popped out like a Jack-in-the-box. All that was missing was the music.

As Nick moved over her, Paige parted her legs. He couldn't resist looking to her crotch. Her folds were already glistening from her juices. Her clit was swollen. She was ready and waiting. Nick moved up her body farther, suddenly feeling her hands wrapping around his shaft. She grasped it tightly. Nick smiled, moaning.

"Do you have condoms?" she asked. "I won't do it without them."

"What...?" Nick responded, distracted. Paige was rubbing his bulbous cock head up and down her pussy. Then with realization, "Oh, oh! Yes! Of course."

Acrobatically, he practically leapt from the mattress. He retrieved a condom from his nightstand and hurried back to the bed. Nick thought he should employ some foreplay. But Paige seemed to want to fuck, right now.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick:

"What...?" Nick asked when Paige asked him about protection.

"Condoms," she repeated, still stroking his cock and rubbing its swollen end up and down her womanhood.

"Oh, oh! Yes!" he answered leaping from the bed. "Of course."

As he dug through the drawer, Paige slid a hand down her belly to her pussy, laying her middle finger between the folds as if a street vendor preparing a hotdog. She hadn't realized how horny she truly was until Nick's cock was no longer doing sprints up and down her sensitive flesh. When he returned and moved back between her parted feet, she sensed in his expression that he was wondering what to do next; a gentleman lover would have spent the requisite time with his mouth upon her pussy in foreplay, much as Connor had done so skillfully ... and recently.

But Paige had no interest in tongue or finger action; she wanted to be fucked. It was so strange for her to feel like this; it wasn't her way! But the emotions rampaging through her about her brother, her parents, her FBI pursuers ... and, most likely, Connor as well were raw and powerful, and she didn't know any other way to conquer them than with a good, hard, satisfying fuck.

"No," she said simply, rising up to her knees beside Nick. She saw the confusion in his face and clarifying as she maneuvered him to lay on his back, "I want on top. I--" She caught herself just before saying I like to be on top, something that might make her look like the slut that she was beginning to think she might be. Instead, she said as she maneuvered into place over Nick's thighs, "I have never been on top. I want to try it ... okay?"

Paige took the condom package, ripped it open with her teeth, withdrew the raincoat, and pressed it to the seriously swollen head of Nick's manhood. She'd never done this before herself, always leaving the sheathing of her lovers' weapons to themselves. Surprisingly, she applied the prophylactic slowly and carefully; the amateurish deployment didn't have to be faked. It was lubricated, as Paige believed most to be, yet she still leaned over Nick's groin and -- as ladylike as she could -- spit onto it. She spread the saliva around the top, then down the length. She wondered if maybe she should repeat her loogie, but then instead reached her fingers to her pussy and wet them well, bringing the warm natural lube to his shaft.

All the time, Paige's eyes moved between Nick's cock and his own eyes. He watched her with great interest and what she safely presumed was deep hunger. She repeated wetting him with her own juices a second, then a third time; she did it not just to prepare for his intrusion of her but because it certainly felt good to her and had to have felt good to Nick as well. Finally, she moved up his body, lifting above him, and with fingers of both hands directing him, lowered herself down upon him.

Paige grimaced and moaned as Nick's thickness penetrated her. She didn't realize that after her recent night of passionate, energetic intercourse with Connor, that she'd be so sensitive. Her vaginal muscles refused to part for him, clamping around Nick's bulb and refusing him entry. Her eyes had closed without her thinking about it; she leaned forward to place both opened hands upon his muscular chest, opening them again and looking at him with a mixed look of agony and desperation. Paige wanted Nick inside her, deep inside her, and she wasn't going to let a little pain stop her.

"It's been a while," she lied. She certainly wasn't going to say Another man fucked the hell out of me last night and I hurt. She leaned down, kissing Nick on the lips for their first time without actually realizing it had been the first time. She whispered, "We're just gonna have to take it easy."

And easy they did ... at least for a bit. Paige worked Nick into her slowly, carefully, grimacing and moaning with each inch of his fat, long shaft that her pussy devoured. When she was finally sitting fully in in the forger's lap, she had a sudden flashback to when she'd been in the same position with her fellow Illegal. A chill ran up her spine as her brain again chastised her for being with two different men in less than a day and a half. I'm not like this ... this isn't me ... but...

The but part of her private thought would have been followed by the silent words I like this, Jesus, I like this. But again, the word slut came to her, and she felt very self-conscious about what she was doing. But the I like this returned, this time with an additional thought: I need this!

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Paige controlled their lovemaking almost entirely, staying atop Nick in variations of the cowgirl position. With Connor performing orally on her, Paige had cum fairly quickly; and when they'd fucked afterward, she'd again orgasmed with haste several times. Climax wasn't so quick to arrive with Nick, though, and Paige began to worry that it might not come at all. She shifted her body's orientation to Nick's several times as well as changing up how she took his cock in and out of her: she sat tall and laid down upon him; she rocked forward and backward and bounced upon him.

The euphoria for which Paige was desperate did finally come to her. She'd leaned back, supporting herself with one hand upon Nick's thigh while the fingers of the second hand flicked her bean; she returned to rocking up and down his groin, and the combination of all that was happening between her thighs proved successful. With orgasm imminent, Paige drew a deep breath, held it as the pleasure rose rapidly, then cried out loudly as her entire body began trembling to the climactic explosion.

She ceased her body's movements but not the manipulation of her clit, both lengthening the first orgasm, then causing a second one to strike her less than a minute later. Her mind was lost in the euphoria, her heart pounding fiercely; although she wasn't thinking it at this very moment, Paige would realize that this orgasm was as good as the first she'd experienced with Connor -- possibly even better.

When she finally began coming down from cloud nine, Paige slowly leaned forward until she was fully laying atop Nick. Her chest continued to swell and shrink with deep breaths of delightful satisfaction. She buried her face into the crook of Nick's neck, kissing him on the chest before playfully biting him and saying, "My God!"

It was all she got out. She was spent after just that one unbelievable explosion. She stretched her legs out behind her, getting more comfortable. Nick was still deep inside her, leading her to suddenly lift her head, look into his eyes, and ask with concern, "Did you cum...? Did you finish?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige:

"I want on top. I--" Paige told Nick, maneuvering him to the bed. "I have never been on top. I want to try it ... okay?"

He knew Paige was young. Youth meant the possibility of inexperience. Because of this, it didn't occur to Nick that the beauty had been about to say I like it on top. He'd willingly laid back into pillows. He, too, liked it this way. There was nothing as sexy as watching a woman above you in the throes of ecstasy.

"It's been a while," she told Nick. The lie only buoyed his belief that Paige had had few lovers. "We're just gonna have to take it easy."

Nick was perfectly fine with that. The feel of him slipping into her tightness was incredible. Paige was most definitely enjoying it, too. The grimaces of pain had waned. Her face was full of only pleasure.

But after a while, Nick began to worry that he couldn't make her cum. He hinted at maybe switching places. Paige denied him. He reached a hand between their crotches in an attempt to toy with her clit. Again, he was prevented from doing so. Paige wanted total control. Nick was fine with that. He was enjoying himself. And he did cum, his balls clenching and filling the condom.

She didn't stop churning in his lap. Paige's eyes were closed, her head back. Nick doubted she realized he'd orgasmed. For a moment as he came down, he was overwhelmed with a tickling feeling. But he suffered through it, joyful that the young thing wasn't about to quit.

Paige shifted how she sat in Nick's lap. She was searching for that perfect position. When she found it, she drew a deep breath, threw her head back, and cried out as she trembled down to her core. It was beautiful. Perfect. Nick smiled wide, delighted.

It only got better, though. Paige continued massaging her clit, cumming again. Nick knew that some women were multi-orgasmic in this way. He'd never been with one who was, though. It was incredible to witness. He found himself hoping she'd cum a third time, a fourth, a fifth.

She didn't. But the two orgasms that ripped through her were explosive and beautiful. She fell forward to lay atop him. Nick wrapped his arms around Paige. He held her to him, feeling her heart pounding, her chest swelling and shrinking. Is shrinking the right word? he actually found himself wondering playfully. She was still trembling, her skin warm and slick with sweat. He loved this, too.

She kissed at his neck, whispering, "My God!"

Nick laughed. "Yeah. My God."

After they cuddled for some time, Paige asked with a tone of concern, "Did you cum...? Did you finish?"

"Oh, God, yes," he said, kissing her erotically on the lips. Nick rolled Paige to her back and carefully withdrew from her. He'd always hated the process of removing a filled condom. No matter how you did it, it was never romantic. Kissing her again, Nick rolled away from her to sit on the edge of the bed. With his back to Paige, he removed the rubber, tossing it into the garbage can under the lamp table. He used Kleenexes to wipe away as much cum as he could. Over his shoulder, Nick asked, "Do you want water? I need water."

Nick went to the kitchen, then returned with cold bottles of water. Sitting again on the edge of the bed, he sucked down some water as he studied Paige. With a sincere tone, he said, "You're incredible."

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick:

"Oh, God, yes," Nick said when Paige asked him if he'd orgasmed.

She felt kind of silly asking the question; shouldn't she have been paying enough attention to him to have notice? Was inquiring such a thing indicative of her not caring whether he'd enjoyed their lovemaking? It wasn't really lovemaking, though, was it? They'd fucked, just fucked.

Again, Paige began to feel self-conscious -- and a bit guilty. She'd seduced Nick for her gain and only her gain. Her mind suddenly flashed back to the conversation with her mother about her job-related sexual activities, as well as to what Elizabeth had done to Jackson Barber, the Senatorial Aide who she herself had seduced and destroyed, emotionally and occupationally.

"Do you want water?" Nick asked as he was sitting up and discarding the filled condom. "I need water."

Paige couldn't make eye contact with the man, instead simply laying back with her gaze set on the ceiling. Politely, she answered, "Yes, please..." Pausing to ensure beyond a doubt that she was using the correct name, she added, "...Nick."

Only after he'd headed away did Paige look Nick's direction. He had a great ass, the butt of an athlete. She began to wonder if perhaps she should have let him control their sexual encounter; the women amongst whom she'd grown up had always believed that athletes -- men with muscles, men with strength, men with endurance -- made the best lovers. Paige couldn't know, of course; even through half of her lovers -- the last two -- had been very fit men, she had no idea whether or not they'd really ever been true athletes.

She could ask, of course. But did she really want to? Paige was uncertain, conflicted even, about how close she wanted to get to her new lovers. Nick was her forger, and without him she'd be very restricted regarding travel or any activity that required identification. If she got closer and the relationship soured, would he be more or less likely to help her in the future if he needed her services? And Connor, well, he was the Illegal with whom Paige felt safe. Without him, she couldn't know what the Center was up to or if the Center was still actively seeking her out. Again, the question was whether or not it was better to be emotionally closer to the Russian plant.

Paige suddenly giggled when the most ridiculous thought struck her: I wish mom was here so I could ask her advice. She looked toward Nick again as he was returning from the kitchen with two opened bottles of water. She glanced to his crotch, finding his semi-flaccid penis swinging back and forth with each step. He had a beautiful cock, and Paige found herself wanting to touch it, caress it, knead it ... and put it back inside her again.

Nick handed her one of the bottles, and as she sipped at it, he told her, "You're incredible."

Paige smiled, reaching out a hand to caress the flesh of his thigh as she returned, "Thank you. You were great. Thank you. I really needed that." Immediately realizing how that sounded, Paige corrected, "I really needed you, Nick." And continuing to realize things -- in this case telling him that it wasn't the right time for them to consider being lovers -- Paige added, "I'm glad I changed my mind about making love to you."

She drank more water, set the bottle atop the lamp table, and asked, "Do you have another condom?"

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Paige let Nick control their next round, parting her thighs and lying back as he pumped away at her with increasing speed and power until he grunted out in orgasm. She'd feared that she wasn't going to cum a second time, so she'd reached down between them to do laps with a fingertip upon her clit. Surprisingly, she'd climaxed before Nick and then after him as well.

They laid there together, panting and kissing and sweating until finally Paige urged him off of her, turned, and spooned into his still-trembling body. She whispered, "I think I need a nap." He didn't have a clock in view from her current angle, but Paige knew that it couldn't be any later than noon. The last time she'd slept at this time of the day had been on an operation with her mother during which the pair of them -- with others as well -- had been working during the nights trying to steal a piece of military technology.

Again, Paige found herself thinking about Elizabeth. With regret, she asked herself, Am I becoming my mother?

 

[HumanBean]

Stan Beeman and Oleg Burov:

Stan made his way through the FBI detention center. He had to flash his ID six different times. They took his picture and ran it through facial recognition. They even took his thumb print and retinal scan. He'd heard rumors of these new precautions, but this was the first time he'd experienced them.

Eventually, passing through a final heavy metal door, he was face to face with Oleg Burov. The former SVR agent had reentered the United States just over three weeks ago, on a temporary student visa, not a diplomatic passport. He claimed to be here to attend a conference on revolutionary public transportation concepts. Stan had met with Oleg off the books. He'd warned the man that if he was caught committing espionage, he'd spend his life in a federal prison.

Today, after two weeks in custody, Oleg looked as though he'd aged a decade. The Russian gestured the FBI Agent to sit at one end of his cell's bed. He then set on the other. He gestured a finger toward the ceiling. He was, of course, indicating that he suspected that the space was being monitored for sound. It was.

"I need out of here, immediately," Oleg whispered after leaning closer.

Stan chuckled. He hadn't meant to, but Oleg's statement was simply unbelievable. Stan reminded the man, "You were caught with a dead drop, Oleg. You're not on a diplomatic passport. You're not getting out of here, ever!"

Oleg's father, the Russian Transportation Minister, had once been a powerful man in his home country. That was no longer the case. Oleg's father no longer had the pull to arrange a trade of spies between the two countries. The two men stared at each other a long moment. Neither really knew what to say next. They each had a lot that they wanted to say. But neither knew how to begin.

Oleg contemplated, leaned in almost to the point of his lips touching Stan's ear, and informed him, "There is a plot to oust Putin. A faction comprised of members of the SVR, the FSB, the Chief of the General Staff's Office, and others want Putin out."

"Good," Stan responded curtly. "Sorry, but my response is it's about time."

Oleg could see in the Agent's face that he didn't fully understand the Faction's reason for wanting to replace the Russian Federation's current leader. "Putin blusters about using nuclear weapons against Ukraine, but he won't do it. They will! They already have a man they want to put in his place. Valery Gerasimov."

"Head of Russian's military," Stan said. "Chief of the General Staff. I know who he is."

"He's ready to activate Operation Dissolve," Oleg said, again whispering almost inaudibly. "Dissolve is intended to break up NATO. Gerasimov will hit Ukraine with small nuclear weapons--"

Stan interrupted, "The United States will strike back--"

"No, they won't!" Oleg said. It's already been worked out."

Stan's lips began spreading in a smile. He chuckled, asking, "Worked out...? Between who?"

"The Russian Faction," Oleg began in whisper. Then, even lower, he added, "And the President-Elect of the United States."

Stan stared for a long moment, then laughed aloud. Oleg ignored the outburst and continued, "Russian will strike key locations in Ukraine with low yield nukes. The US will threaten a response. NATO will strike back with their own battlefield nukes, with America's blessing. Gerasimov will hit the military bases closest to Russia: Finland, the Baltic States, Poland, Slovakia, Romania, Turkey. He'll hit both NATO and non-NATO countries, European Union and non-European Union countries. Dissolve is designed to confuse the West about who is Russia's true enemy: NATO, the EU, Europe as a whole, the world?"

Stan was beginning to believe Oleg might be telling the truth. That belief was beginning to show more and more in his expression. Again, they stared into each other's eyes a long moment. Stan challenged Oleg, "Why are you here, Oleg? In America. You're here for a reason, and don't tell me it was to take a class on better public transportation. What was your mission."

Oleg was concerned about the bugs. He was uncertain of whether they would pick up their whispers. He told Stan, "I was here to meet with a Directorate S Agent."

"An Illegal," Stan said, using the FBI's terminology.

"Yes," Oleg confirmed. "He has a contact in the US government. This contact, in turn, has a contact. This man had first hand knowledge, proof, of the agreement between your President-Elect and Chief of the General Staff Valery Gerasimov."

Stan considered what Oleg was saying. He asked, "Then what? If you got to this Illegal, got to the contacts, got this proof. What were you going to do with it?"

"Reveal it," Oled said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Reveal it, to the Press, to the World."

"That would bring down the President," Stan said, no longer whispering. "It would bring down the American government."

"It would prevent a nuclear war!" Oleg countered, also no longer whispering. He paused, leaned in, and whispered again, "A nuclear war, even a small scale one in Central Europe, is a lose-lose for Russia and the United States. Millions will die."

He pulled back to look Stan directly in the eyes. "Can you live with that?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige:

Nick pulled Paige's back to his front. She felt so good against him. His head was still swimming in the euphoria of his second climax. His still hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass cheeks. It felt good there. He kissed her shoulder and whispered, "Get some rest."

It took some doing, but Nick got a blanket over the both of them. They were both asleep in no time.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick ... then Connor:

She awoke to find the sun low on the horizon beyond Nick's bedroom window. Still lying on her side, she carefully looked over her shoulder to find Nick on his back, still passed out; he looked so peaceful, spent from their sexual encounter. She smiled, then ever so carefully slipped out of bed, gathered her clothes, and padded across the floor to the bathroom. She showered, dressed, did the bare minimum to make her presentable to the world.

Nick had rolled to the center of the bed but was still asleep. Paige wrote him a note: Thanks for an incredible time. I have something to do. Might come back tonight, might not. P.

Two hours later, after carefully and thoroughly checking for a tail and then studying Connor's neighborhood for surveillance, Paige knocked on the Illegal's door. He had a happy expression on his face, which she assumed was the result of simply seeing his newest lover at his place. She had no idea that he had good news for her.

Paige had nearly skipped coming to Connor's at all. She'd just had another man's cock inside her. What would she say if he wanted to sleep with her again? Sorry, my pussy's aching from Nick pummeling it. Paige had barely been able to get the forger's cock inside her initially from the wear and tear of her hours of wonderful sex with Connor.

 

[Alice2015]

Emily Mathers watching Stan Beeman and Oleg Burov:

Emily knew that Oleg had asked for the meeting with Stan before even Stan did. The Detention Center's Administrator had been instructed that anything and everything of interest regarding the Russian was to come to her immediately. She was in the Detention Center's Monitoring Room, watching and listening in on Oleg's cell before the FBI Agent even got through security.

It didn't surprise her that the former SVR Agent attempted to avoid the microphones hidden around the cell. The Tech sitting at the console manipulated the controls to get the best results, yet they still only heard the loudest bits of the conversation.

"I need out of here, immediately," Oleg whispered.

That wasn't going to happen, and if Emily had heard Oleg's request, she likely would have said the same thing Stan did: "You were caught with a dead drop, Oleg. You're not on a diplomatic passport. You're not getting out of here, ever!"

Oleg returned to whispering, none of it decipherable to those in the Monitoring Room. After he was captured, Oleg told the FBI nothing; the dead drop had been just about as worthless to the FBI, despite the Bureau's best cryptographers working on it for the last week. Stan responded audibly to Oleg's continuing whispers, "Good. Sorry, but my response is it's about time."

Emily didn't know what that meant. The Bureau had no information about an anti-Putin faction, so she wouldn't have made the connection. Ironically, the CIA knew all about the conspiracy to dump Putin. Just as ironic was the fact that one of the primary reasons for creating Homeland Security was to better share intelligence between agencies. And yet, the CIA hadn't told the FBI about the anti-Putin Faction, and the FBI hadn't told the CIA that they had Burov.

Stan responded audibly to something Oleg said: "Chief of the General Staff. I know who he is."

Emily knew right away that Oleg was talking to Stan about Valery Gerasimov, the Russian Federation's equivalent of the United States' Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. Still, what connection could there between Burov and Gerasimov? The Chief was far too high up the Russian chain of command to have a likely direct connection to the former SVR Agent.

Hearing Oleg refer to Operation Dissolve would have been a serious bonus to Emily's visit. Unfortunately, Oleg's volume had again dropped to an indecipherable whisper.

One of the two cameras high in the corner of the door-side wall had a relatively good profile view of the FBI Agent. Stan had a look of disbelief on his face, just before laughing aloud. Oleg continued speaking in whispers, and as the conversation persisted, Stan's expression changed; he looked to Emily as if he was either beginning to believe what Oleg was saying or thought what he was saying was simply too unimaginable to even consider.

"Why are you here, Oleg?" Stan said, this time audible in the Monitoring Room. What came next was only partially clear: "...America ... You're ... don't tell me ... transport- ... What was...?"

Oleg Burov's visa had been granted for him to attend a public transport symposium, even though Emily and others hadn't believed for a second that that was his reason for being here. Oleg whispered to Stan again, causing Emily to clench her jaws as none of his answer was heard. She growled to the Tech, "Why the fuck can't we hear them? What good are they if we can't hear them?"

The conversation continued in whisper until Stan suddenly said more loudly, "It would bring down the American government."

"It would prevent a nuclear war!" Oleg countered, also loud enough for Emily and the others to hear. But he finished in whisper to Emily's despair.

Stan finally rose to knock on the door for extraction from the cell. After passing through several layers of security, he found himself facing the man heading the investigation into him and his Office. She curled an index finger at him as she turned toward a nearby office, saying, "Come with me, Agent."

Once the door closed behind them, Emily asked, "So ... what did he say?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick with Paige:

Nike's bedroom was dark when he finally awoke from his nap. He rose and looked around, calling out Paige's name. She didn't answer. Nick was disappointed but not surprised. This was the third time Paige has slipped out while he was still asleep. It was the first time he'd been so soundly asleep because they'd energetically fucked, though.

He showered, dressed, and headed out to a club. There, he met up with Kirk, the man providing Paige's passport. Nick passed an envelope of cash under the table to Kirk. Kirk past an envelope of his own under the table to Nick. Neither of them bothered to check the envelopes' contents. Each of them knew where to find the other if there was an issue that needed to be handled.

"Nick, this is Kitty," Kirk said, nodding toward a sexy, ebony skinned woman sitting beside him. "Kitty, Nick. He's a really good friend of mine. You should dance with him."

The beauty didn't hesitate to spring out of the booth and reach out for Nick. Nick hadn't planned on partying. But all Kitty had to do was perform just one slow, sexy, writhing move before him to get him out of his seat.

Half an hour later, they were in the back seat of his car fingering, groping, stroking, and ultimately fucking like animals. Kitty was a flexible fireball, and Nick enjoyed the encounter immensely. And yet, he still found himself thinking about Paige as he grunted out loudly and filled his third condom of the day.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Paige:

"Nice to see you, Paige," Connor said as he stepped back from the door. He smiled wide and let his eyes take a walk up and down her form. He didn't feel so awkward about so obviously ogling her. They'd fucked crazily less than 24 hours ago, so it almost felt obligatory to show his appreciation for her beauty. "I have some news for you. I think you'll like it."

Connor went to the kitchen for drinks and food as he began, "My contact at the FBI got back to me about Burov. He's being held at the FBI Detention Center in the Hoover Building on Pennsylvania Avenue. No Guantanamo Bay black site or SuperMax out in Kansas or some other cornfield state."

He returned to the living room with the goodies. "More good news, one of the friendlies in the Rezidentura managed to arrange a lawyer for Burov before the anti-Putin Faction even knew he'd been taken into custody. I'm being told that he knows the good guys are on his case and to keep his mouth shut around anyone else."

He sipped at his drink, smiled, and said with a more solemn tone, "The bad news, however, is, well, pretty bad. I've discovered that my Handler at the Rezidentura is in fact a member of the anti-Putin Faction. This means I'm walking a very fine line between doing my job for him and doing my job for our country."

Connor chuckled softly before continuing. "You know, I never thought I'd be rooting for Putin to remain in power. He really fucked us when he invaded Ukraine. I mean, I'd like to see some of the Eastern Bloc countries back under the Kremlin's control again, or at least under our influence. But not like this.

"I can remember my father talking about the casualties from the Afghan War," Connor said. "The casualties in Ukraine far outnumber those in Afghanistan, and that war lasted 10 years. Ukraine has been less than 3. What the fuck?"

Connor suddenly realized that he didn't know what Paige's feelings were about the war in Ukraine. Oh, he knew that she didn't want to see Russia and the US in a nuclear shootout any more than he did. But he'd never asked her about her feelings regarding Putin's invasion of the defunct Soviet Union's southwestern breadbasket. Maybe she supported the invasion. He wanted to know. But he wasn't going to ask. Awkward, came to mind as he contemplated her arguing the opposite of what he'd just said.

What he wanted to know more than her feelings on the invasion was whether or not she was going to sleep with him tonight...

 

[HumanBean]

Stan, with Emily:

Stan was very surprised to find Emily standing before him as he made his way for the Detention Center's exit. She'd obviously been alerted to his visit. This wasn't coincidence.

"Come with me, Agent," she said. She curled a finger at him.

Stan followed, his gaze dropping to the woman's fine ass. She's going to fire me, maybe even have me brought up on charges. I might as well get one last boner out if imagining putting my dick in that hole.

He'd fantasized about Emily before, of course. All men had. Many women had.

She was a fine woman in any case. An easy 8.5 on s scale of 10. For an FBI Supervisor, at her age, and surrounded by mostly male underlings, she became an even easier 9.7.

Ironically, being easy had had nothing to do with Emily's rise through the ranks at the Bureau. Stan had heard no rumors of her sleeping with coworkers, let alone superiors who could further her career.

Some people questioned Emily's sexual orientation. If she wasn't fucking her male coworkers, she must be getting naked with the female ones, right? Still, even then, there were no stories to pass around. Emily was all work and no play when she was packing her badge and gun.

"So," she asked, once they were behind closed doors. "What did he say?"

Stan didn't see any reason to conceal what Oleg had told him. He answered, "He says there is a conspiracy in the works to oust Putin. They want to put in a hardliner, an even more hardliner than ol' Vladimir."

If Emily asked for more about this plot, Stan would tell her. But he would hold back what Oleg had said about the Illegals. Stan didn't need to fuel that particular fire. If Emily knew that the Illegals Stan had failed to catch were still part of this drama, he'd be locked up in a room not too unlike Oleg's cell for next few months or years.

 

[Alice2015]

Emily and Stan:

(FYI: I have permission to "put words in Stan's mouth". This is not god-moding, as you can see by my lack of description of Stan's emotions and reactions. Just didn't want anyone reading along to think that I'd taken over HumanBean's character.)

(OOC: Also, because I know that more than half of the US's electorate voted for the current President-Elect, I feel that I should say that the President-Elect spoken of in this post, the previous post, and any future posts is not who you think it is. This is fiction. Remember?)

Emily caught Stan ogling her ass as she entered the borrowed office, glancing at the perfect time to a glass enclosed bookcase that worked well as a mirror. She smirked a bit; it wasn't uncommon for men -- and, as Stan wondered, women -- to eye her with fantasies dancing about in their horny minds. What Stan had heard about her straightlaced work ethic at the Bureau was very much correct; not since the Academy, when she'd had a short-lived fling with a fellow Cadet, had Emily ever slept with a coworker. She had been determined to rise through the ranks without others spreading rumors of her pussy or mouth being available to those who could further her career.

And rise she had. In the 16 years that she'd been with the Bureau, Emily had received six promotions, reaching the last one a little more than six months ago. She'd been hearing rumors about the problems in DC as far back as a year ago when a pair of Russian assets were slaughtered in an FBI safe house, practically in front of their toddler. She'd been secretly assigned the task of reviewing anything and everything coming out of the DC office; without making any contact with Stan's office, Emily looked for things they might have missed in an effort to find the Illegals for whom they were searching, uncover anyone in the office who might be an intelligence threat, or both. It had been Emily who had first suspected Martha Hanson, Frank Gaad's secretary, of being either an intelligence leak or an outright Russian agent. Unfortunately, her suspicions had come to late; two days before she was to fly down to DC to look deeper into Philip Jennings' contact -- and wife! -- Martha disappeared, never to be seen again.

Less than 24 hours after the Jennings Family was finally identified as the Directorate S Illegals, Emily was on a plane for the DC office. She'd been here since, working 20-hour days, reviewing every sheet of paper, updating every status board, and interviewing every man and woman in the building again and again in an attempt to understand what the fuck went wrong.

"He says there is a conspiracy in the works to oust Putin," Stan said when Emily asked what Oleg Burov had whispered to him.

Ironically, Emily murmured the same words Stan had at the news: "About time."

Stan began, "They want to replace him with Chief of the General Staff--"

"Valery Gerasimov," Emily filled in. "Yeah, I heard that part." She'd been standing near the desk owner's office but now turned to curl around it and sit. She gestured Stan to sit opposite her, urging, "Continue."

"Burov said the Russians are activating something he called Operation Dissolve," Stan explained. "He says it's a plot to break up NATO."

"How?" Emily asked, her tone a bit on the impatient side. "What's the plan? What did Burov have to offer in details? I mean, the war in Ukraine's coming up on three years, and NATO seems to be sticking together just fine."

"Gerasimov's going to use battlefield nuclear warheads in Ukraine," Stan answered.

Again, Emily responded with the same thing Stan had when Oleg had reported this: "The United States will strike back--"

And just like Oleg had said to Stan, Stan now said to Emily: "No, they won't! Burov says -- and these are his words -- it's been worked out."

"What does that mean, worked out?" she inquired.

Stan dropped a bombshell: "Worked out, between Chief of the General Staff, Valery Gerasimov, and the President-Elect of the United States, Howard Samuels."

For the longest moment, Emily only stared at Stan. In any other context, the Agent's claim would have been laughable. But Emily was privy to information about Samuels that was known by fewer than two dozen people across the US intelligence gathering spectrum. She hadn't heard this, of course; the CIA hadn't shared what they knew about Operation Dissolve quite yet. But she knew that Samuels had had secret communications with people in the Russian hierarchy other than President Putin, and that had concerned some in the FBI who feared something akin to a US-supported coup in the world's most unstable nuclear power -- and Emily was including North Korean in that list!

"This information is not to be shared with anyone, Agent Beeman," Emily said, standing so that she would be hovering over Stan. "Do you understand me? No one! Not your fellow agents, not even your Director. I'm designating this intelligence's classification level as..." Emily paused, chuckled, then explained, "Hell! There is no classification level high enough for what you just told me."

She came around the table and sat on its edge, now dominating Stan even more so. Looking down at him, Emily said, "I want to share some information with you, Agent Beeman, but currently, I don't have clearance to do so. I will get it, though. I need a day, maybe two. When I do get it, I'll call on you. We'll meet. Until then, you speak to no one about what took place here today. You never saw Oleg Burov. You came, you didn't see, you left. Understood?"

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Connor:

"My contact at the FBI got back to me about Burov," Connor informed Paige as she took a seat on the couch and he went to the kitchen for snacks and drinks. He explained that Burov was being held here in Washington DC, and -- joy of joys -- friendlies at the Rezidentura had made contact with him before the Faction had, arranging a lawyer for him.

Then Connor told Paige the bad news: his handler at the Rezidentura was a Faction member. He said, "This means I'm walking a very fine line between doing my job for him and doing my job for our country."

Connor spoke on his feelings about Putin's invasion of Ukraine and the terrible toll it was taking on Russia. The timing of that invasion had coincided very closely with Paige's discovery that her parents were Russian agents, spies working for the government of the very man who'd initiated that invasion. Paige had found herself horribly conflicted over how to feel about the war. Obviously, war was bad; people die, both military and civilian, and millions if not billions of dollars that could be spent on social programs instead get spent first on destroying things, then on rebuilding them.

But when Paige learned that her parents were agents of that government, working hard for the progress of Mother Russia, she was horribly confused. She went along with her training and participated in several missions, of course. If she'd known just how violent and destructive Directorate S operatives -- including her parents -- could be when it was necessary, she might very well have run to the FBI and told them everything she knew.

There were only two things keeping Paige from doing just that today. The first was learning that her parents on been on the right side of the conspiracy to oust Putin from office. She agreed with them that the war in Ukraine simply couldn't advance to the use of nuclear weapons, and she would do her part in seeing that that didn't happen. The other thing keeping her from turning herself in was obvious: her brother, Henry. Paige was determined that somehow she would protect him and -- if possible -- reconnect with him again. She couldn't know what Henry would do if he was to suddenly find himself face to face with her. But Paige was willing to give that a try.

Connor concluded his monologue about the Russian wars, then went silent. He was eying her silently, and Paige wondered if his brain hadn't moved on to the question that she'd contemplated earlier. She smiled, leaned into take his face in her hands, and pressed her lips to his softly. It was an intimate kiss but not particularly erotic. She just wanted him to understand that he was special to her, even if she had just fucked another man less than eight hours earlier.

"I can't make love to you tonight," she said bluntly, clarifying just as bluntly, "I started my period this morning. Ick!" She kissed him again, then leaned back into the couch again. "Can I use your couch again though? Until I get the rest of my papers, it's kinda hard to get a place to live."

She listened to Connor's response, smiled, glanced toward the TV, and asked, "So, what're we watching tonight?"

 

[HumanBean]

Agent Stan Beeman, with ASAC Emily Mathers:

(OOC: Well done above.)

"Valery Gerasimov," Mathers filled in when Stan talked about Russia's Chief of General Staff.

It didn't surprise Stan that the Assistant Special Agent in Charge knew Gerasimov. He explained what Burov had told him. He left out the part about the Illegals. It was hard. Mathers was well informed, and Stan feared that she would already know just enough to challenge him.

After he explained about Operation Dissolve, Stan expected Mathers to convene a meeting of FBI Agents, CIA spooks, Senate Intelligence Committee Members, and others. But after mentioning the President-Elect, Mathers went entirely the opposite direction. "This information is not to be shared with anyone, Agent Beeman. Do you understand me? No one!"

Mathers was sitting on the desk's edge, looking down on Stan, literally. It was difficult keeping his gaze above her impressive bosom, but he managed. She talked about how important it was to keep the information contained.

"I want to share some information with you, Agent Beeman," she went on, "but currently, I don't have clearance to do so."

Stan immediately assumed that Mathers knew something he didn't about Operation Dissolve. Was it about Illegals? Was it about the Jennings? Had evidence of his seeing them the night they disappeared come to light?

"I need a day, maybe two," Mathers said. "When I do get it, I'll call on you."

Will that call include my Miranda Rights? he wondered. She warned him not to mention his meeting with Burov. "You came, you didn't see, you left. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said without hesitation. Stan knew better than to disagree with her. He sensed that the conversation was over. Standing, he asked if there was anything more. There wasn't. He made his way through yet two more levels of security. At his car, Stan realized that he was perspiring more than normal. Had Mather noticed it? He went back over everything that had happened. Finally firing up his car, he murmured, "I'm so fucked."