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

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Paige:

Paige seemed happy with the news about Burov, though, she didn't speak on the situation. Instead, she informed Connor that they couldn't make love. "I started my period this morning. Ick!"

"Yeah, ick!" Connor repeated. He laughed. "I get it. You girls, I don't know how you deal with it."

He could have spoken about boners but didn't. Sure, it was menstruation. But the male curse of suffering an erection at the most inopportune times could be a hassle, too. In fact, Connor has a stiffy right now. He knew he wasn't getting any. And still he was hard as a rock.

"Can I use your couch again though?" Paige said after kissing Connor. She explained about her papers and housing issues.

"Of course, any time," Connor answered. "But take my bed. I'll take the couch. I insist. I've been led to believe that periods are antagonizing, frustrating, annoying." He smiled. "I don't think I want to see you in the morning with all that and a backache from the couch and exhausted from a bad night's sleep."

Connor kissed Paige again, more romantically. He considered asking her if he could ride the red wave but decided against it. He'd once known a girl who loved fucking when she was on the rag. It wasn't exactly a preferred thing by many women, though.

Paige asked, "So, what're we watching tonight?"

Connor snatched up the remote, saying, "Anything you want."

 

[Alice2015]

Emily Mathers and Agent Stan Beeman:

After Agent Beeman departed the office that she had borrowed for their intelligence exchange, Emily dialed a number on her secured phone. When the voice on the other end of the line said only Speak to me, Emily said, "Burov was here about Operation Dissolve alright ... no, Beeman doesn't seem to have had any knowledge of it ... no ... no, I don't think so ... no, we couldn't hear what Burov was saying for the most part, but I'll have the recording enhanced and analyzed."

After a long moment of just listening, Emily headed for the office door. "I'll see to it. Yes, I'm on my way there now. Yes, sir."

She cleared security and was met just outside the facility's entrance by the blackened-out SUV that she seemed to spend more time in than her own bed these days. She told the Security Officer as he opened a back door for her, "Back to the plane."

Emily had a contact in New York City -- an Aide on the Russian Federation's UN Ambassador's staff -- who she needed to speak to about Chief of General Staff Valery Gerasimov. She had no reason to doubt that what Burov had said to Beeman was false, leaving her with the important task of discovering just how much time they had to prevent Putin's overthrow. She couldn't help but shake her head slightly as the big vehicle shot out into traffic for the airport. What am I doing? Saving Putin's ass? How did he suddenly become the lesser of two evils?

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Connor:

The two of them were barely ten minutes into some poorly scripted science fiction television series before Paige laid her head down in Connor's lap and fell asleep. Two or three episodes later, she awoke and rose; Connor had pulled a blanket down over her, keeping her warm and extending her little nap. Paige's first thought was how kind he could be; her second one was about how thoroughly messed up her sleeping regime had become over the last week. She had been sleeping through the mornings and afternoons and staying awake through the night, never quite following the same schedule one day as she had the previous one. It was exhausting.

"Let's go to sleep," she said, kissing Connor on the cheek and rising to her feet. She smiled to him. "I'm only going to use your bed if you sleep beside me."

She took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Knowing that she had to continue her tale of being on her period, Paige said, "I need to do something in the bathroom, but ... I'll be right back."

Before she entered the adjacent bathroom, Paige raided Connor's dresser for a pair of pajamas she'd discovered days earlier when she'd searched his house for what-nots. She would wonder later whether or not he noticed how quickly she discovered them, but at the moment her brain wasn't functioning well enough to contemplate the concern.

She peed, washed her face, waisted some time, then returned to the bed in Connor's sleeping garb. Cuddling up tight beside him, Paige whispered, "Thank you ... for everything. I couldn't do this without you."

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The next morning before the sun had fully risen, Paige was in the kitchen sipping hot coffee and waiting for her lover, host, and fellow Illegal to rise. When he emerged from the bedroom, she smiled, saying, "Coffee's on, and there are eggs and bacon warm on a plate in the oven."

Paige had actually awoken just after 4am, having already slept most of the previous day's afternoon away in Nick's bed after the two of them had spent the late morning fucking. She'd slipped out to take a short drive to the only all-night convenience store in the area that carried all the national and international newspapers.

Then, for the last two hours, she'd perused the papers for messages that may or may not have been posted to gain her attention. The FBI might have found it surprising that Directorate S sometimes still used newspapers rather than the internet to communicate with their Illegals. There was a good reason for it, though; today's Intelligence experts had multiple programs and algorithms that could look for secret communications on the internet, even the most elegantly encrypted ones.

And although most of the national and international newspapers also had online versions these days, it was still possible to hide information in them that those programs and algorithms missed; to really find what you were looking for, one had to actually sit down with a paper newspaper and ready through it, page by page from front to cover. Old school is what Elizabeth Jennings had called it when she'd explained it to her daughter almost two years ago when Paige had first joined the family business.

Paige hadn't found anything of interest to her this morning, which left her feeling conflicted. Do I really want someone to try to contact me? she thought. Her parents had fled to Canada and, presumably, Russia. Paige was supposed to have gone with them. Certainly, by now, the Jennings couple had been debriefed by handlers either here in North America or back in Mother Russia, and Paige's act of rebellion -- stepping off the train and remaining in the US -- had been reported. Someone surely would come look for her soon, if they weren't already.

"I have somewhere to be this morning," Paige told Connor as he continued with his morning. She didn't tell the man that her other lover should have her new passport for her by now. She hopped up, moved up to and against Connor, and passionately kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you for everything you've done for me. I'll keep in touch."

With a more concerned expression, Paige asked a blunt and serious question: "Are you on my side?"

Her meaning was likely and easily clear: Paige was wanted by Directorate S -- as well as by the FBI -- and Connor had confessed at their first meeting that he was supposed to let the Center know if he came across her. At any moment, she could find herself getting woozy from some drugged drink he gave her, the first step to turning her over to the Russians. Would he do that? Paige hoped not, particularly after they'd become lovers. But sex could sometimes be part of the business, and Connor's business was doing what he was told to do by his Handler.

She kissed him again, then asked softly, "Am I safe with you?"

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Paige:
"Let's go to sleep," Paige said after waking from her second nap of the day.

Connor thought hopefully, Changed your mind? We are going to fuck?

But he would learn that sex still wasn't an option tonight. He did notice how quickly Paige had located his pajamas. But Connor didn't think much of it.

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The next morning, Connor awoke alone, again. This was becoming a disappointing pattern. Then he found Paige in the kitchen. With breakfast! And the papers.

"Jesus, how long have you been up?" he asked with a chuckle. He began looking through the newspapers Paige had already been through. He, too, was looking for communicades.

"I have somewhere to be this morning," Paige told him as she rose. She kissed Connor passionately, thanking him for all he'd done.

"Of course," he responded. He thought of telling Paige thank you for all she'd done, specifically there great sex. Connor chose to keep quiet on that.

"Are you on my side?" Paige asked with a serious tone. She kissed him. "Am I safe with you?"

"Of course, you are, Paige," Connor promised. "I won't betray you. I'll do anything you need. And if I can't, I'll let you know."

He rose to his feet. Kissing Paige again, he reassured her, "I won't betray you."

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Connor:

"Of course, you are, Paige," Connor said, promising that she was save with him. "I won't betray you. I'll do anything you need. And if I can't, I'll let you know."

She wanted to believe him more than she'd ever wanted anything else in her life. Connor was her only contact -- potential contact actually -- with the Intelligence world. Without him, Paige was adrift in a world in which everyone was a potential enemy, captor, or both.

Connor rose, kissed her, and reassured her, "I won't betray you."

She returned his kiss just as passionately, then whispered, "I believe you. Thank you." A chill ran up Paige's back, and she knew what was behind it: desire. She wanted to rip Connor's clothes off and mount him until they were both panting from the ecstasy she knew they could achieve together. But she'd already told him that this wasn't a good time for that. She could always say she was past her bleeding.

But Paige really did have to be somewhere. Nick was supposed to have her passport, and with it and the papers she'd already picked up, she could begin her new life. There was an important question hanging over all of this, of course: what was that new life supposed to be. When she'd gotten off the train delivering her parents to safety, Paige had had only one thought in her mind: to be near and protect her brother. She simply couldn't abandon him. Beyond that, she had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to do with her life and where she was supposed to go.

Of course, there was one possibility regarding a destination: Directorate S. Paige was conflicted as to whether or not she would be welcomed by the Center, and if she was, would she be expected to be loyal to the Anti-Putin Faction or others. Who's even running the Center right now? she'd asked herself often. Connor's handler was a member of the Faction, of course, but other than that, she knew very little about the group. She knew that Burov had been fighting against the Faction, which was the reason Paige wanted to connect up to him.

After simply holding Connor against her for a long moment, Paige kissed him once more and said, "I gotta go. I'll contact you as soon as I can. You remember our signal?"

The two of them had arranged a way to let the other know that a meeting was necessary. Of course, Paige had already shown how easy it was to locate Connor when she needed him. But they couldn't know if or when he might need to shake up his life and abandon his predictability.

Heading out, Paige once again checked the street for any signs of surveillance, then headed out to make her way to Nick's in her meandering, tail-shaking way.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Paige and a new woman:

Connor promised, "I won't betray you."

"I believe you," Paige said. She kissed him passionately again. "Thank you."

She asked him if he remembered their new method for making contact. He glanced at the stack of newspapers on the kitchen table. To her, Connor said, "I'll be looking for it."

Paige left, and Connor went to the window to watch the street. A couple of minutes passed before he saw her crossing the road. She always parked down the street somewhere. There was a contradiction in doing that, of course. Most people parked as close to their destination as possible, to minimize the walking distance. If someone were to see Paige park two blocks away when there were empty spaces before his apartment building, they might find it odd and pay her undue attention. On the other hand, if her car had been identified as worthy of attention, she wouldn't want to park it directly in front of another Illegal's home.

Connor perused the important parts of the newspapers while finishing his breakfast. He was on his fourth paper when his eyes opened wide and his heart skipped a beat. He'd found a coded message in the Washington Post. He couldn't decode it here at home, though. He didn't keep any of his tradecraft gear here, of course.

Two hours later, in his secret, long-term garage, Connor had deciphered the message. He was a bit nervous initially. He was unfamiliar with the message's sender. But the right security words were all there.

He donned a disguise: fake beard, big glasses, hat, and more. At 2:22pm exactly, he pulled his car up to the corner indicated in the message. He illuminated his headlights for three seconds, then turned them off again. A car parked under a huge elm kitty corner to him turned its left blinker on, then off. It repeated the action. Connor turned right and traveled two blocks and stopped near the alley entrance.

Almost immediately, a woman exited the alley, pulled open his passenger side door, and got in. She asked, "Billy?"

Connor replied, "No, I'm Billy's cousin, Frank."

She gestured an extended finger toward the windshield. "Drive."

He checked his mirrors and pulled out, asking, "Destination?"

 

[Alice2015]

Anastasia Valentina Novikov, aka Sally Peterson, with Connor:

Anna had only traversed the dark, narrow alley and arrived at its shadowed, north end just moments before her contact's car pulled up and stopped. Standing in the alley longer than that might have attracted unwanted attention, the bane of secret agent's existence; being there any longer than necessary would have made her look like either a drug user looking to score or a drug dealer looking to sell.

As soon as the car stopped, Anna hurried forward, opened the door, and asked "Billy?"

The man replied, "No, I'm Billy's cousin, Frank."

Anna dropped into the car, pointed forward, and ordered, "Drive."

The man behind the wheel was very attractive and -- despite his clothing hiding the whole truth -- appeared to be very fit. He was exactly what the job needed; her superiors had apparently chosen wisely. He asked, "Destination?"

Anna tossed her bag into the back seat, then turned and followed it over; if the driver happened to glance into his rearview mirror at the moment, he would have gotten a nice shot of her panties and shapely ass below her mid-thigh length skirt. In the back, Anna turned forward again, saying, "Get on I-95 north."

Anna quickly went to work shedding the appearance she'd created for her walk from her temporary safe house to the meet up point. She removed the big, dark sunglasses, the wide brimmed hat, and the fake teeth veneers that were yellowed and crooked. Next came her clothing, with the oversized blouse and undersized skirt being stripped away. Pushing the dirty deck shoes off her feet left her sitting in the driver's line of sight via the rearview mirror in nothing more than her underwear. She dug through her bag and pulled out a pair of sweat bottoms, a tee shirt, and a thin but warm blanket. She packed the discarded items into her bag, redressed, and laid down.

"My name is Sally," she told the driver, using her new cover name. As she laid down and tucked the blanket all around her in an attempt to ward off the December chill that caused her to shiver even in the warm car, Anna added, "Peterson, in case you need to use it at some time."

Squirming around and putting her bag under her neck as a pillow to get comfortable, she returned to her instructions, "Take I-95 north about 5 hours. It becomes the New Jersey Turnpike. You need what they call the Eastern Spur. You'll see it on the signs. Take the exit for Paterson Plank Road. Paterson, P-A-T-E-R ... S-O-N Plank Road. There's a huge Home Depot on the right. You can't miss it. There's a Hilton Garden Inn at that same exit. I have a room reserved for us there.

"Turn up the heat a notch, okay? And when we're there -- before we get there actually -- look for a drive-thru coffee stand and get me a four-shot vanilla latte, hot!"

With that, Anna's instructions were finished, and she was ready for a badly needed nap. Last but not least, she asked, "What do I call you?" If Connor asked anything further after giving his name -- real or not -- Anna would simply ignore him. She needed sleep!

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with ”Anna” (Anastasia Valentina Novikov, aka Sally Peterson):

“Get on I-95 north,” the woman directed.

Connor had questions. Sitting here on the side of the road wasn't a good idea, though. He pulled away from the curb as ordered.

Looking into the rear view mirror, he found her stripping. He shouldn't have ogled her so intently. But she was incredible!.

She caught him checking her out. That shouldn't have been surprising or unexpected. Connor’s gaze had been on her far more than the road.

"My name is Sally," Anna told him. She added, "Peterson, in case you need to use it at some time."

Connor knew she was giving him a cover name. Illegals sometimes kept their permanent American names secret even from each other.

She gave instructions for a much longer drive than Connor had been expecting.

“There's a Hilton Garden Inn at that same exit,” she continued. “I have a room reserved for us there.”

Connor couldn't help but wonder how many beds that reservation included. He couldn't help but hope there was only one! Anna was an undeniably sexy woman. Connor would be happy enough just to see her in her undergarments again. Still, he obviously wouldn't turn down sex.

He asked, “Is there anything I need to know…?” When Anna didn't answer, Connor clarified his inquiry, “Destination, tasks, mission … other needs…?”

Again, he only received silence. Connor tilted the rear view mirror down for a look at her. All he saw was her ass. Even hidden by the blanket she'd brought with her, it made his cock harden. His mind filled with thoughts of having that behind bare and in front of him as he thrusted in and out of her.

He tilted the mirror back up. Looking to the road again, he set about following her directions.

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman (Stan’s wife)

FBI Building, Washington, DC
Cafeteria:

(OOC: The last time we heard from Renee was here in her post and here in Stan's (HumanBean's) response to that post.)

Despite having brought a sack lunch from home, Renee still went to the cafeteria at the lunch break, eager to chat with her fellow trainees. She had already successfully concluded two weeks of classes that included the general introduction to the Bureau, understanding of the FBI’s mission and hierarchy, the need for secrecy and security, workplace diversity and social inclusion, and so much more.

Only today, her previous assembly of 50 new hires had been split up into smaller groups, based upon the departments to which they were to be sent. Renee had applied for and been granted a then-non-specific position in Human Resources, only to be bumped up to a more important spot with a higher security clearance level due to her husband's importance in the Counterintelligence Division.

This early promotion had come before Stan’s fall from grace because of the Jennings affair, of course, and honestly, Renee expected to be knocked back down to where she'd started every time one of her instructors pulled her aside or called her into their office.

But so far, no official actions had been taken against Stan, meaning nothing negative had happened to Renee either. None of her fellow trainees had any knowledge of the most recent issues with the Illegals, of course – they were just trainees, and not future field agents either – so it wasn't as if any of them knew anything about the Jennings, Directorate S, or Renee’s husband's troubles.

And yet, when she took an open seat at a table of softly speaking Chatty Cathies, Renee found them already deep into a conversation about intelligence intrigue that, as one woman was claiming, “...is going to open a whole lot of positions across the Bureau when those who'd screwed up were canned … maybe even arrested.”

Renee listened intently to the conversation, adding the occasional and shocked Really? or Where did you hear that? or Tell us more. Denise did most of the talking; she wasn't a trainee or even a trainer but was instead a Senior Assistant in HR who had had a hand in organizing many of the classes in which Renee had participated thus far.

Denise and Renee were no longer officially connected since the latter's move to Section Two in her training, yet Renee still sought out the woman’s table for lively conversation. Today's gabfest was just as lively – and just as inappropriate – but Denise loved to gossip, the others loved to listen to her, an, thus far, at least, no one in Security had taken an interest in the frequent conversations taking place at the cafeteria’s corner table.

“Do we know specifically who screwed up or what they did wrong?” Renee asked at one point, seeking juicy details.

Denise launched into another monologue that pointed fingers in all directions but not at any specific people. She used the names of the Directors of Counterintelligence and the FBI as a whole, of course, but those two were natural targets of such controversies, so Renee didn't give Denise's personal knowledge any more credence than she would this morning's newspaper headlines.

One of the rumor mill’s participants suddenly turned the attention to Renee, asking, “Didn't you say your husband's in Counterintelligence?”

Renee found herself wishing she hadn't bragged about Stan’s position in the Bureau. The other gossiper continued, “What have you heard from him about this? Anything juicy?”

“No, nothing,” she responded with a shrug. “I don't think this is his area of involvement, and even if it was, he wouldn't talk to me about it.”

“Not even between the sheets?” another woman asked. A fourth chimed in, “C’mon, share the pillow talk with us?”

The conversation broke down into a lewd, salacious back and forth about things exchanged between lovers, none of which had anything to do with the FBI, Intelligence, or – more specifically – Stan’s current troubles.

Renee laughed along with the story telling, even sharing a tidbit of her own regarding a previous lover occasionally talking in his sleep about his own previous lover. She didn't tell the group that she was talking about Stan, of course, and certainly didn't mention that during those sleep talking episodes, Stan sometimes spoke words that might have been Russian or that he had used the name Nina on multiple occasions. The last thing Renee wanted was for this group of free talkers to focus any more attention on her or her Agent husband.

Time forced the conversation to an end, but before they all went their separate ways, Renee caught Denise by the arm and told the woman, “We should get drinks one night, when our hubbies are busy with other things.”

They vowed to get together soon, then parted. Renee couldn't help but wonder what other interesting things Denise would share when in a less public place while being plied with alcoholic beverages.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Nick at his place:

She entered her forger's apartment with a smile, noting that Nick's own expression was ... odd, was the word that came to her. She reminded him, "You said you'd have my passport for me today."

Making herself to home, Paige headed directly for the coffee pot that she could see was still half full...

 

[Alice2015]

Anna with Connor, on the road to New Jersey:

“Is there anything I need to know…?” her driver asked from the front seat. “Destination, tasks, mission … other needs…?”

There was a great deal of information that Anna could share with the man, whose name still hadn't been given to her by either her handler or the man himself. But in this business, there was often a big difference between what could be told and what should be told. And in this instance, Anna simply remained quiet.

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Hours later, Anna sensed that the car had come to a stop. She was still curled up tight in the blanket with her back to the front of the car and to Nick. The car inched forward a bit and again stopped, and through the window which was now open Anna heard a woman ordering a specialized coffee drink and a second woman's voice repeating the order back via a poor-quality speaker.

"Forget the vanilla flavoring," she said, rolling to her back and looking forward toward the back of her driver's head. "Hell, forget the latte, too. Just get me four shots of espresso and one packet of real sugar ... raw sugar if they've got it."

As the car moved forward again, Anna sat up, stretched, and repositioned herself to look at her hair in Connor's rearview mirror. She groaned playfully, then looked to the man behind the wheel. She teased, "We're going to have to get you a chauffeur's cap if you're going to drive me around like this."

Anna tossed her bag onto the floorboards in front, then gracefully hopped over the seat to once again join Connor up front. She teased, "Do I call you Frank ... or...?"

She didn't know whether or not Connor would tell her his permanently assigned American cover name or some mission name, not that she cared. Well, no, that's not entirely true; information -- aka intelligence -- was the name of the game for them, so anything real was always sought for, appreciated, and sometimes used. One way or the other, Anna simply needed something to call him.

Connor ordered their drinks and treats and pulled forward, and when he looked to her, Anna smiled wide. "You're a very handsome man. That's going to help. You asked if there was a task or mission about which you should know. There is. There's a woman here in New York--"

She paused, looked about to orient herself, and pointed to the east. "Over there, in the City. She, um ... has particular needs that I think ... that I hope you can sate." Anna smiled even wider, seeing in Connor's eyes that he understood exactly at what she was hinting.

The car behind them gently tapped its horn, leading Connor to pull forward to the window to pay for and collect their order. Once they'd pulled away from the window, Anna continued, "This woman is a supervisor with the Federal Bureau of Investigation ... Assistant Special Agent in Charge, to be specific, for the New York Office, though, right now, she's involved in the investigation into the Directorate S agents who were recently exposed in DC."

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman:

FBI Building, Washington, DC
Cafeteria:

(OOC: I'm writing Denise. This should be fun. )

“We should get drinks one night," Renee Beeman suggested, "when our hubbies are busy with other things.”

Denise Taylor showed instant excitement. "Tonight! Roy has bowling, and my Bridge game's been canceled because our hostess isn't available..." She leaned in closer and traced a fingertip under her chin. She whispered, "...recovering from a little work she doesn't think we won't notice when next we meet."

Laughing, Denise begged, "Tonight, please, Renee. Don't leave me sitting at home all alone." This, less seriously, she accused, "Do you really want to be the reason I start drinking alone at home?"

Denise pressured Renee until finally the new hire agreed. "There's a little lounge on Beeker at Harold. McIntyre's. Your car's gps'll take you right--" She laughed, patting Renee on the arm. "Oh, I forgot. You drive that old Jeep. Wagoneer, right? When are you going to get that newlywed Special Agent of yours to get you a car from this century?"

She explained how to get to the bar just in case Renee's cell phone also lacked a map app. Hugging the newer Bureau employee like an old friend, Denise kissed Renee on the cheek and said, "Eight o'clock! Don't be late, or I'll be sauced before you get your first drink. Gotta go."

Denise turned and headed away. She was jubilant. She loved making new friends. She was a fountain of information without someone to drink from her. It was going to be so wonderful to have someone new to hear all of her stories ... and gossip.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna:

He nearly leapt out of his seat at Anna suddenly ordering, "Forget the vanilla flavoring."

"Jesus!" Connor exclaimed. He looked up into the rearview mirror. Anna was milling about. Exaggerating, he said, "I forgot you were even back there."

"Hell, forget the latte, too," she continued. "Just get me four shots of espresso and one packet of real sugar ... raw sugar if they've got it."

"As you wish," he responded. He turned to find her checking her appearance in his mirror. She smelled great. Was it intended or simply incidental? Connor had picked her up in an alley, not a nightclub. And yet, her scent caused him to draw a deep breath and dream.

She teased, "We're going to have to get you a chauffeur's cap if you're going to drive me around like this."

Using his best faux stuck-up New England servant voice, Connor replied, "As you wish, madam."

A moment later Anna was again in the front of the car. Again, Connor got a close up viewing of her tight, shapely ass. It was a less satisfying ogle than it had been five hours later. That time, when she'd been wearing a shirt, his eyes had found bared, tanned flesh. Still, even in sweats, her curves had his cock getting hard once again.

"Do I call you Frank ... or...?"

"Chuck," he said, smiling. Connor didn't use his real cover name as he didn't know this woman. He was still concerned with the whole Can't trust anyone until you know if they're Faction or not situation. "Chuck Bartowski."

Connor's smile widened. He looked for an indication that Anna was familiar with name of the main character of the 2007 espionage comedy.

"You're a very handsome man," Anna said after checking him out. "That's going to help."

Connor wondered if that meant she needed him to be handsome to get her excited for fucking him. Connor didn't need a woman to be attractive to get his cock to work, of course. He'd been trained to sexually perform with any woman, regardless of physical appearance. That training had been begun in Russia before deployment to the US. It had been perfected here, though, through the skilled efforts of one Elizabeth Jennings.

"You asked if there was a task or mission about which you should know," Anna continued. "There is. There's a woman here in New York--" She paused, looked about, and continued, "Over there, in the City. She, um ... has particular needs that I think ... that I hope you can sate."

"You're whoring me out," Connor said with a matter-of-fact tone. It wasn't a tone of regret, resistance, or disappointment. Connor enjoyed sex, whether it was for his own personal gratification or for the Center. The car behind them honked. Connor waved dismissively, pulled ahead, and tended to the business at hand.

He pulled them away to a parking place. Anna explained about the woman in question. Connor became very interested in the assignment. An Assistant Special Agent in Charge for the FBI? he mused. I've had important assignments before, but nothing like this.

"She's here, in New York?" he asked.

Anna explained that she was but that she was assigned to Washington DC. Then, to his surprise, she brought up the investigation into Directorate S. His stomach turned over anxiously. He knew the agents about whom Anna was speaking. The Jennings. Paige's parents.

Connor realized that his heart was beating quicker than it had been. Did Anna know about his relationship with Paige? Did she know he was fucking her? Did she know he was shielding her as best he could from the Center? He wanted answers to these questions. But he couldn't simply ask them.

"So, this woman I'm targeting," he said. He'd start with her and, if possible, move on to the Jennings and to Paige in particular. "What's her name, and why me?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige at his place:

"You said you'd have my passport for me today," Paige said, surging past Nick into the apartment.

She gave him a curious, studious look. It was as if the guilt and embarrassment in his heart were all over his face. Nick was usually much more in control of his poker face. But he'd fucked up. He'd been expecting a delivery, so he hadn't checked the camera app on his phone before he'd opened the door. Paige was the last person he'd expected to enter.

Paige headed directly for the kitchen to fill a mug with coffee. Behind her, Nick nervously said, "Your passport, right. Um, yeah, I got it." He hurried to his hidey hole. Retrieving it, he hurried to Paige, offering it out. "It's perfect, as promised."

Just as was Connor's almost 250 miles away, Nick's heart was pounding with unexpected excitement. The nervousness was obvious in his expression. He knew it. He could see Paige's recognition of it in her own face. He stammered, "Listen, I was just heading out. Business, ya know."

He glanced at her mug. "I can put that in a travel mug if you want."

From the bedroom door came a seductive female voice, "Hey, baby, where'd you go?"

Nick's head fell forward in despair. A moment passed in which he imagined never getting his cock wet again. He looked up to Paige, then over his shoulder to the woman standing in his bedroom doorway.

"Kitty..." Connor said to the woman before turning back to Paige. "This is--"

Connor stopped suddenly. He didn't want to name the redhead to a stranger. Even if he did, was he supposed to use her current name or the new name on her passport?

Kitty padded across the living room toward the kitchen and the pair whose faces were filled with emotional responses to the awkwardness.

(OOC: I stopped here because I know you want to write Kitty.)

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman, with Denise Taylor
FBI Building, Washington, DC:

"Tonight!" Denise spat out excitedly, explaining about her husband's bowling and her own Bridge night. "Tonight, please."

Renee agreed reluctantly; she wanted to chat with the chatty woman, but doing so with such short notice was not what she'd wanted. She returned to her classes, finished them and some independent work in a research room, then headed home, stopping for Thai takeout on the way.

When Stan got home, she would explain her plans and hope he didn't mind.

 

[Alice2015]

Anna with Connor in New Jersey:

"Chuck," Connor lied about the name Anna was to use for him. "Chuck Bartowski."

She didn't catch on to the television series' fictional spy's name, mostly because she wasn't a fan of American television. She was supposed to be, of course; to fit into her role as a US citizen, Anastasia Valentina Novikov -- aka Sally Peterson, Anna, and so many other names -- was supposed to be a connoisseur of American culture, which included its many forms of entertainment. Television, however, was not to Anna's liking, and this wasn't the first time -- and likely wouldn't be the last time -- that she missed such a cultural reference.

When she spoke of her need for Chuck to seduce an American woman, his response was a calm, "You're whoring me out."

"You could put it that way," Anna responded, smirking. She sipped carefully at her hot espresso, adding, "I'm sure it will be a difficult task for you."

They talked about the target's location, after which Anna brought up the investigation into Directorate S. She was certain she saw some recognition of the situation in Connor's eyes and wondered whether or not she should question him about that. He, of course, was Directorate S, and Illegal, the Americans called them. But not all of their Russian brethren were familiar with the troubles the Center was facing with the discovery of the Jennings Family, the arrest of several other Russian assets, including an Orthodox priest who'd given the FBI the valuable descriptions of Elizabeth and Philip that had nearly gotten them caught.

Before Anna could contemplate how to inquire about his knowledge of the investigation, Connor asked regarding his target, "What's her name, and why me?"

Anna pulled a cell phone from her bag, tapped and swiped at it, and turned its screen to Connor to flash an image of the woman he was being sent to sate. "Her name is Emily Mathers. As I said, she's an Assistant Special Agent in Charge stationed normally in New York City but who is currently assigned to the investigation in Washington. She's a workaholic ... unmarried, no children, no current lover or even a love interest. However..."

As she deleted the internet connection that had produced the image, just in case the phone was ever lost or stolen and ended up in police or Bureau hands, Anna explained, "We have discovered that, like most women her age, particularly those in high stress positions within Law Enforcement..."

Anna looked to Connor again and smirked devilishly. When he looked to her after a moment of silence, she explained, "Through extensive surveillance, we discovered that Agent Mathers makes use of an escort service based in Manhattan ... typically when she has returned to New York after days away at other Bureau locations, as she will doing in the next couple of hours following a visit to DC."

She paused a moment for Connor to get a better grasp on what she was describing. "That service is operated by an organization that is little more than a front for the Center. It has provided ... let's call it a wealth of intelligence for us over the years ... some of it applicable to national or international politics ... some of it good for other purposes."

Anna again reached into her bag and pulled out a manila envelope, handing it to Connor. "Your driver's license, passport, business cards, credit cards. It's more than you need for the job, of course, but if you were to be stopped by the authorities for any reason ... or if Miss Mathers questioned your legitimacy as a male whore ... we would want you to be able to pass as that and not give her any reason to suspect that you are anything other."

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Nick -- and Kitty! -- at his place:

"I can put that in a travel mug if you want," Nick told Paige, obviously hurrying her out of his apartment.

Paige opened her mouth to question him about his nervousness when another female voice called out, "Hey, baby, where'd you go?"

Paige leaned to her left to peer past her lover, finding an incredibly sexy, dark-skinned beauty standing in the bedroom doorway in almost nothing at all. Paige looked the woman up and down, then leaned back to put Nick between the two of them. She opened her mouth to speak again, but no words came out.

Paige wanted to rip Nick a new asshole for having another woman in his home less than a day after he'd had his cock inside her. The fact that this woman was so dramatically and erotically sexier than she was only infuriated Paige further! Her mind was overwhelmed with disbelief and hurt...

... and then she remembered that less than 24 hours after she'd been straddling Nick's groin, grinding upon him, she'd been having the same done to her by Connor ... and then last night, she'd been in bed with Connor again, very nearly begging him to fuck her to multiple orgasms despite her pussy still aching from the treatment it had received by the pair of men.

Nick introduced Kitty to the redhead, then began to introduce Paige and stopped with, "This is--"

"Mary," Paige said, the name practically spat into Nick's face. The other woman in the room had been walking their way and now stood in the kitchen next to Nick. Paige looked to her, smiled, offered out a hand, and clarified, "Mary Smith. Nice to meet you. I'm Nick's cousin, in from Manhattan. That's in New York."

Kitty took Paige's hand as she looked Paige up and down. Smiling wider she said, "Mary Smith from Manhattan." She chuckled, patted Nick on the ass before kissing his cheek, and released Paige's hand as she very correctly said, "I was afraid that maybe you were his girlfriend, and I'd just fucked something up."

She turned her back to them, presenting her fine, pear-shaped dancer's ass and the tiny thong strings cutting between her butt cheeks and across the small of her back. Over her shoulder, Kitty said, "I'm going to shower. It was nice meeting you ... Mary ... from Manhattan."

At the bedroom door, Kitty stopped, looked back, and said, "You can join me if you want." It was all too obvious that she was looking at Paige when she said it. She smiled again as she ogled Paige, then headed into the bathroom, stripping her cropped sports shirt off her body and turning to shut the door, flashing her incredible bosom for just long enough to be considered teasing.

Once the door was shut again, Paige stared hard at Nick.

 

[HumanBean]

Stan Beeman, with his wife Renee:

When he got home, Stan immediately picked up the delicious smell of Thai filling the home's foyer. He smiled, delighted. He called out, "I'm home and hungry."

He wasn't referring only to dinner, though. His meeting with the beautiful, sexy Emily Mathers had left Stan desperate to put his cock inside something warm, wet, and tight. He preferred his wife's pussy over his hand in the shower. But if the former wasn't available, the latter never turned him down.

He pulled Renee tightly to him in the kitchen. He kissed her deeply, saying seductively, "I missed you." Another kiss was followed by, "Dinner can wait, you know, if..."

If Renee was up for a round of hanky-panky, Stan would lead her quickly up the stairs to their bed...

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna:

"You could put it that way," Anna said when Connor accused her of whoring him out. "I'm sure it will be a difficult task for you."

He feigned a reluctant expression and tone, "I do what they tell me to do, whether I enjoy it or not."

Anna revealed Connor's target, Emily Mathers, and her proclivity for male prostitutes. She then explained about the escort service that the Center apparent either owned or at the least had a hand in operating. That surprised Connor. The Illegals lived very private lives, very inconspicuous lives. They did all they could not to draw attention. Learning that the Center had a professional escort service available to it was very surprising to Connor.

Then she spoke of the wealth of intelligence the service had blessed the Center with. It made a lot more sense to him now. Such an escort service in Washington DC could gain a great deal of intelligence related to what Anna had called national or international politics.

But New York City...? NYC was much more a financial city than a political one. Connor thought about it for a moment. Blackmail, he told himself. Financial blackmail ... and insider trading ... and ... so much more. He could just imagine some of the things learned via pillow talk. Connor also wondered something else. Was all of this gathered information used for the good of Mother Russia? Or was some of it, as Anna had said, good for other purposes, such as the enrichment of the escorts gathering it and their immediate superiors?

Anna gave Connor a manila envelope with his cover ID papers. "...if Miss Mathers questioned your legitimacy as a male whore ... we would want you to be able to pass as that and not give her any reason to suspect that you are anything other."

"So, you don't put something like this together overnight," Connor said as he perused the IDs, cards, and more. He looked to Anna. "Have you been planning to use me for this for a while...? Or did something go wrong, and you are scrambling? What am I walking into?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige and Kitty at his place:

Nick was cringing as he waited for Paige's response to Kitty. She surprised him, though, saying, "I'm Nick's cousin, in from Manhattan. That's in New York."

They shook hands. Kitty playfully recapped, "Mary Smith from Manhattan. I was afraid that maybe you were his girlfriend, and I'd just fucked something up."

Nick laughed. It was meant to sound humorous. It sounded forced. "Girlfriend? No, not hardly."

Kitty turned back for the bedroom, saying she was going to shower. Nick looked to Paige again, waiting for her fury. She instead watched the other woman depart. Nick wanted so badly to turn for the view, too. Kitty's ass was magical, being viewed, touched, or penetrated. But he resisted and kept his eyes on Paige.

"You can join me if you want," Kitty said from the bedroom door.

Nick turned instinctively, quickly turning back. He was conflicted on just what he was doing. He was conflicted on what he was trying to preserve. On what he wanted. Paige had been a wonderful lover. He'd enjoyed how her inexperience and desire for experience had mixed come together in bed. Kitty, on the other hand, was an animal. She'd done things with Nick that he'd never done with a woman, including those things he'd done to that beautiful ass.

If he'd continued watching the dark-skinned goddess, Nick would have realized that she was inviting Paige to join her. That would have brought out a whole new array of fantasies. Good thing? Bad thing? He was about to find out as Paige returned to glaring at him.

Nick cleared his throat to speak. All he could think to say was, "I, um, I wasn't expecting you so early."

 

[Alice2015]

Renee with Stan:

"I'm home and hungry," Stan called from the home's entrance even before Renee had heard him enter. They met in the kitchen for passionate kisses, amongst which Stan proposed that they put off dinner for another form of eating. "...you know, if..."

"Yes," Renee responded without hesitation. She took his hand and led him to and up the stairs and into their bedroom, where she immediately began stripping him, then herself. Once on the bed, she whispered erotically to him as she kissed, caressed, and groped him, "What shall we do first?"

Something she'd learned early in their relationship was that if she let Stan begin the quest toward ecstasy, he enjoyed partaking of her concluding the trek. Their lovemaking had become much more refined and satisfying over their months of dating and subsequent months of marriage, with each of them cumming at least twice if time permitted. Sometimes, they engaged in quickies, particularly in the morning before work or when the passion came over them as Renee prepared dinner or Stan watched sports.

They began as Stan chose, cried and grunted almost in unison for their first climaxes, then continued onward with Renee as expected leading the way. Renee very much enjoyed sucking on her husband's cock after he'd cum once already. He was very different from her past lovers, finding fellatio far more satisfying after his balls had emptied once than before. And, of course, sucking cock was something a woman did for her man for his pleasure.

When they simply didn't have any energy left, they collapsed into one another's arms. Renee wasn't concerned about missing her drinking and gossiping date with Denise as she'd set an alarm in her phone to remind her. It turned out to have been a good idea, too, when the newlyweds fell asleep in each other's arms within minutes of their heart beats returning to normal.

"I have plans," Renee told Stan as she kissed him and made her way out of his arms. She explained about Denise, apologized for abandoning him, then reminded him about the food still sitting out on the counter in the kitchen. After she showered, Renee told Stan, "I'll put a plate in the microwave before I leave. Shower up. I think there's a game on tonight. I should be home by eleven, midnight at the latest."

 

[HumanBean]

Stan, with Renee at home in bed, yippee!

Stan flinched awake at the sound of the alarm sounding from his wife's cell phone. He was laying on his back, his arm under Renee's neck. He hadn't even realized they'd fallen asleep until they were already waking back up.

He smiled as she, too, awoke. Stan imagined starting all over again! He pulled Renee tight against him to meet her lips with his. But she told him, "I have plans."

"So do I," he said with a complaining tone as she crawled over him to escape the bed. Stan playfully tried to restrain her, begging, "C'mon, stay."

Renee explained about her coworker, Denise. Suddenly, the playfulness was gone in Stan. Every so often, he remembered what Philip had said to him in the garage two weeks ago: I think there's a chance Renee might be one of us. Philip had, of course, had been implying that Renee was an Illegal. A Russian agent. A traitor, not just to the United States of America but to Stan as well.

Stan had considered surveilling his wife on many occasions. He hadn't yet. He'd considered doing a deep background check on her, too. Again, he hadn't yet. Knowing she was going out with a Human Resources Training Department Administrator worried him a bit. If Renee was, in fact, a Russian spy, Stan should be monitoring any activities she had with Bureau personnel, shouldn't he?

"I'll put a plate in the microwave before I leave," Renee told him as she exited the bathroom to dress.

Stan ogled her wonderful body as she finished drying and began dressing. He'd fallen in lust with her the first time he'd seen her at the racquet club. Tight shorts, tight top, fit figure. Nice rack. Wonderful rack! Stan had thought her bosom was from a box the first time he saw her. Getting his hands on those puppies the first time had told him otherwise.

By the time he'd explored her body that first time, Stan had fallen in love with Renee. He'd told her he was in love a month after that. They were married three months after that! How could she be a Russian? How many times are you going to ask that before you find out the truth one way or the other?

Of course, a beautiful body didn't preclude one from being a Russian spy. Watching Renee dress, Stan's mind went back to Nina. She hadn't been the full-figured, well-rounded woman that Renee was. But Stan liked petite women just as much. And Nina had had a wonderful, petite figure, particularly that delicious butt.

Elizabeth Jennings had been another sexy Russian spy. She'd never been Stan's lover, of course. And Stan had never seen her naked. But he'd seen Elizabeth looking hot as hell at a backyard barbeque. It hadn't taken a lot of imagination to imagine Elizabeth naked.

Before he'd learned that she was from the other side, Stan had fantasized fucking Elizabeth at least once a week. And that was despite her husband being his best friend. Ironically, he still imagined fucking her. Now, though, she was strapped to a table or wall. And more often than not, his cock was in her ass, lube-free and slamming hard and deep.

"Shower up," she told him as she finished dressing. "I think there's a game on tonight. I should be home by eleven, midnight at the latest."

"I will," Stan responded to the first instruction. To the rest, he told her, "College basketball tonight. Not my thing. I'll wait up for you."

She kissed him goodbye and headed out. Stan laid there for a long while. He stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about what Philip had said. I think there's a chance Renee might be one of us. I think there's a chance Renee might be one of us. He just couldn't get it out of his mind.

He tried to think about what the two of them had just done to, with, and for one another. Stan loved sex with Renee. She was so uninhibited, so adventurous, so accommodating. She typically insisted that they begin with what he liked. He liked to go down on her. Unless it was a quickie down in the kitchen or living room, they almost always started that way. Sometimes, even downstairs it began with his mouth on her pussy.

Tonight had been no different. With Renee lying back into a pile of pillows, Stan ate her out until she was close to orgasm. He'd flipped her over, pulled her up to her knees, and fucked her from behind -- hard, fast, and deep. Their climaxes had come almost simultaneous.

After a short break, Stan had given Renee control. He knew what she liked, and luckily, he liked it, too. Stan treasured the view of Renee writhing about in his lap, searching for that second or third orgasm. He was often sweaty by now. She would usually be so before she finished. Her skin would glisten. Her body would tremble.

Sometimes, Stan came again. If he didn't, Renee would go down on him. Even with all that came before it, head from his wife was simply unbelievable. He'd always wanted to ask her how she learned to do what she did with her mouth. But it seemed just a bit intrusive. Stan hadn't told Renee about his past sex lives. Why should she tell him.

Like every time before, Renee had sucked Stan to climax. She always made a production of oral. She would toy with him with fingers and tongue. She would stroke and suck him with a combination of fingers and mouth. She would deep throat him often, something no other woman had every been able to do.

Then, when he was close, she would stroke him hard and fast until he exploded. She would aim him at her open mouth, the great glob spurting onto her tongue. Renee swallowed, of course. She would smile, sometimes moaning with delight, as if Stan had given her salty-sweet candy. It was so fucking hot.

Please, God, do NOT let her be a fucking Russian spy, he begged silently toward the ceiling.

 

[Alice2015]

Anna with Connor:

"So, you don't put something like this together overnight," Connor said about the operation Anna was explaining to him.

"No, we don't," she confirmed.

Connor was examining the fake papers and IDs she'd given him. "Have you been planning to use me for this for a while...? Or did something go wrong, and you are scrambling?"

"You weren't part of our original plan, no," Anna answered. She didn't know how much to tell him about what had gone wrong, not because she thought it would cause him to be reluctant but simply because Connor didn't need to know. "The man we were going to use isn't available after all, is all."

"What am I walking into?" he asked with obvious concern.

Anna could tell that the isn't available after all explanation wasn't good enough for Connor. She considered a variety of lies that could be told before deciding to go with the truth. "Our man ... well, the simplest way to put it is ... he got caught with his dick in the wrong hole ... and someone relieved him of it."

She registered Connor's reaction, laughed, then explained further, "It had nothing to do with Emily Mathers. Nothing! He was on another job, got caught in bed with the wife of a man who really didn't appreciate his wife's infidelity ... and ... well, he took it out on both of them in what he probably thought was an appropriate fashion." She shrugged, then added, "The end. There's nothing more to tell.

"Like I said, that had nothing to do with Mathers, so there's no reason for you to worry about it. She's expected back in New York tonight--" Anna looked at her watch, then continued, "She should be landing any moment. If she sticks to her pattern, she'll call for a date on her way to her hotel room. We know where she likes to stay, too, so ... we'll have you in a second room, well rested, dressed to the nines -- don't know what that means, but I'm sure it means something -- and we're set."

She sucked on her coffee, took a bite of pastry, and -- spitting some crumbs as she spoke -- asked, "Anything else you need to know?"

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Nick (and Kitty, too):

She caught Nick looking to the other woman after she'd invited one of them -- or both, he might have been hoping? -- to shower with him. He turned back quickly, though, obviously trying to hide his man-ness from Paige. She, of course, had seen where Kitty's gaze was when she made the offer, so she didn't hesitate to tell Nick softly, "I think she was asking me, not you!"

The second of her lovers looked as though he was going to shrivel up and die from the shame of what Paige had caught him partaking. She was torn about how she should feel, of course; she, too, had another lover. But Nick hadn't caught her with a half naked Connor coming out of the bathroom, had he?

Nick cleared his throat and said, "I, um, I wasn't expecting you so early."

"That's pretty fucking obvious," Paige said without hesitation. Again, a voice in her head reminded her of the other man in her life. She drew a deep breath, held it, released it, then said with as sincere a tone as she could, "Don't worry about it, Nick. You and I ... we aren't, you know ... anything. I mean..."

Paige didn't honestly know what to say. She was hurt, even if she had no right to be. She'd enjoyed being Nick's lover, just as she had Connor's. And even now, with a second woman stripped naked and showering in his bathroom, Paige imagined that she and Nick might very well make love again sometime in the future. She'd enjoyed him very much; would she really forego him because he'd been with another woman since they themselves had fucked?

"We aren't exclusive," Paige finally said, remembering the words she'd seen spoken in some cable television show or movie once. "You can do what you want." She paused, then -- feeling just a bit of anger about the whole thing -- added, "You can do who you want."

She felt a blush fill her face, a sudden feeling of guilt sweeping through her because of the obvious hypocrisy of what she was saying. Trying to move on, Paige waved the passport before her, saying as she headed for the door, "Thank you for this. You've saved my life, really!"

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna in New Jersey:

Connor had been correct in assuming that the mission had been long in planning. He'd also been correct in assuming that he hadn't been the first male Illegal assigned with servicing Assistant Special Agent in Charge Emily Mathers. He hadn't expected what had happened to his predecessor, though. Jesus Christ! Castrated by a jealous husband? I would have preferred to hear that he'd simply been caught by the FBI and thrown into a dark, damp, black site cell.

"The end," Anna said. She was promising Connor that that horrific tragedy had had nothing to do with this mission. "There's nothing more to tell."

She told him that Mathers was due back in New York soon. She also advised Connor to get some rest. She asked, "Anything else you need to know?"

He thought for a moment, then inquired, "What's she into...? I mean, sexually. Is there anything she likes, wants, or needs that I need to concentrate on?" He paused, then added, "Or avoid?"

Connor knew that one man had been slated for the job before him. What he didn't know was whether or not a man or two or ten had serviced Mathers for the mission before that one.