Underground Doll (Closed)

[Lyssa_Marie]

Jeanette sat beside Mike. She rested her head on his lap, feeling his fingers massage the top of her head. Her eyes wandered around the room, wondering where else a bug or camera could possibly have been planted in her house.

"Globe trotting must be nice. Just the places you end up...it can be worrisome. Last I heard, Turkey isn't going well with the riots and all."

She perked up when she felt something vibrate on the bed followed by a ringtone. Jeanette turned her head up enough to be able to see him. "Sounds like it's coming from your phone."

 

[Asobininryochan]

After he finished his fag, Xi returned to dialing the mobile, hoping that Mike Future might have the courtesy to answer his call (in order to tell him that his suit had arrived).

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mike picks up the cell phone. "Helfen die Futrure und Carr Nachforschungen, wie kann ich Ihnen?" he says. Then shakes his head. "Futrure's and Carr Investigation, how can I help you?" He pauses. "I tend to think in German some times." he says to Jeanette. He looks at the phone. "What can I do for you?"

 

[Asobininryochan]

Tired of Marty Ho and also Mike Futures’ endless games, Xi nevertheless answered Mike in his most polite English:

- I would to inform you that your suit for the party has arrived, sir.

When he heard no response, he added:

- May I come up to deliver your costume, sir?

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Costume? No leave it with the manager down stairs. I just got my latest blow up doll from Nanking. I'm going to call her Li Chong. That sound like a good name. Li Chong does that sound like a chinese girl. Any way I'm busy. I'm going to drop a load of man seed in Li's mouth. Talk to you later!"

Mike closes up the phone. "That should piss him off. Before I got here I got a text. The Ministry of Public Security just got a new Deputy Director for Over Seas Operations. Her name is Li Chong. She is suppose to bring stability to the North American operations and to the Chicom marketing. It appears that some of their over sea opertives have been a little loose with the books."

 

[Asobininryochan]

Therefore, Xi waited – assured by the fact that wankers existed throughout the world. His erstwhile employers, when Hong Kong was still British, possessed an overabundance of pompous bastards like Mike Futures (who blatantly made inappropriate comments about the Chinese in his presence). On the other hand, the length and breadth of Chinese incompetence astounded him when joined their “Intelligence:” when he switched his allegiance, along with Hong Kong, from the Mother Country to the Motherland.

Meanwhile, Marty Ho more or less ignored Mike Future’s bluster and hoped to see him perform as he entertained himself with Amanda’s not so willing body….

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

She couldn't make out what the caller was saying. Jeanette figured it was one of Mike's clients or someone else he knew. But then Mike went on what she thought was a bit of a racist tirade. Needless to say, Jeanettem was a little perturbed by it. It was a bit much. After Mike hung up, he explained to her that Li Chong actually did exist.

"Who was that?" She asked. She turned over to lie on her stomach, her head facing down.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Who was that?" She askes. Mike rubs her butt and looks out the window. " It was the camel. He wants to stick his nose in our tent" he looks back at Jeanette's back and starts to rub her back.

"Like I was saying the Zhongnanhai Baobiao have branched out a bit and has been stepping on Chicom business toes. And not doing a great job either. My friends in Japan tell us that Chicom profits are down 17%. In Panama alone the Zhongnanhai Baobiao have brokered two deals that cut in to Chicom's profits."

He slips his hand under her blouse. "In Texas two ports are run by Chicom. Profits are down 8% and here in the windy city, the Zhongnanhai Baobiao have taken over several businesses."


Zhongnanhai Baobiao-Bodyguards from Red Palace

 

[Asobininryochan]

Xi heard his statements through the listening devices planted by Marty’s questionable associate. Frankly, he considered killing Mike Futures, but murdering an American brought no benefit to the plot he already set in motion: provided that Marty honoured their agreement….

As Xi pondered about the moral integrity of his fellow conspirator, Marty amusingly imagined Xi as a Bactrian camel in a butler’s outfit. The hilarious vision sustained his debauchery as he happily rode Miss Carlton into the table….

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

"It was the camel. He wants to stick his nose in our tent"

Jeanette immediately picked up on that. "And how was it able to acquire a way to establish contact with you in the first place?"

She felt a little nervous when Mike began to feel up under her blouse. Hoping to distract herself, she tried to listen as he went on about international matters in places she most likely have not visited. As his hand slowly removed her blouse, what appeared to be a faded slash mark ran diagonally on her shoulder blade. Jeanette was never attacked in anyway to gain such a mark. Rather it was a birthmark she always lived with; the only distinct feature that set her apart from her identical twin.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Noticing an object of interest, Marty adjusted his view to better observe Jeanette. He studied the birthmark on her shoulder and then ran his finger on the identical feature on her twin’s back. He enjoyed feeling the sweat wetting his finger as Amanda pleaded with him to:

- Please… be more gentle… it hurts!

Disregarding her pain, he burned the image of that scar, and commended the doctor that brilliantly duplicated the birthmark on all the Amandas. Resting his hands on her shoulder, Marty withdrew from Amanda’s vagina and realigned his manhood onto her other orifice.

- No!

She screamed loudly when his glans passed through sphincter and her wailing continued as his shaft violated her anal cavity. In a perverse way, he wanted Mike Futures to also ravish the other Amanda on the screens. On the other hand, he also knew that he needed to make arrangements to assassinate him if he accomplished this endeavour: for taking something that rightfully belonged to him!

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"And how was it able to acquire a way to establish contact with you in the first place?"

Mike runs his hand over the birth mark as he continues. "Well that is a good question. Here is what I suspect. And I'll tell you why I suspect what I do." He pulls his hand out from under her blouse.She sits up next to him on the bed looking at him.

He kisses her gentlely on the neck. He turns slightly toward her. He raises a hand to her face and rests it on her cheek and jaw line and kisses her again. His hand slides down to her breast he carress it. He starts talking again. While unbuttoning her blouse.

"We know that the Senator sits on several commitees that effect foreign relations. WE know/ or strongely suspect that agents would want to effect change in the Senators position. Spies and moles and agents do a lot of the same thing. Plant listening devices, scanners, cameras. then relay the information to a controler. Who inturn sends information back to there opertives in the field. It was not hard for one of the lackeys of our Camel to find out who I am and find a cell phone number. "

Mike finishes unbuttoning Jeanette's blouse. He slips it of her shoulder. He continues. "Any way, Intell operation tend to trust their own countries products over others. So you look at point of origin of the product. In other words. Russian use Russian listening devices. The US uses mostly thing made in there own labs. So when I found the Chinese listening device under the phone that leads me to believe we are dealing with the Chinese. "

Mike kisses her on the mouth and runs a hand over her bra. And continues.

While I was on the plane coming here I got reports from all over the world. The one that makes the most sence concidering who the senator is and his position. Is the report from Japan that the Zhongnanhai Baobiao had a shake up. And that things may change in the way they do business here. The kidnapping of Amanda may just be the begining of a new trend of the Zhongnanhai Baobiao to effect that change. "

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

"Do you think the Zhongnanhai Baobiaohave any connection to the case?"Jeanette had dealt with Asians of that sort but half of the time, they were the victims of the crime. The other half have their own isolated incidents.

She leaned up against him, a little embarrassed when he removed her blouse. Jeanette gave him a kiss on the neck, began to unravel his necktie, and unbuttoned his shirt. Her lips trailed from his neck, to his cheek before reaching his lips.

"I'm just disturbed. I only transfered to the Organized Crimes not long ago and only the chief would have my personal info. How somebody else found out the address..."

Jeanette could not help but wonder. Suppose if it had anything to do with what happened to her sister.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"I'm just disturbed. I only transfered to the Organized Crimes not long ago and only the chief would have my personal info. How somebody else found out the address..."

Mike helps Jeanette out of her bra. She leaves a trail of kisses over his chest and neck. He smiles and enjoys the attention. He draws her down on to the bed. They trade kisses. They are laying on their sides looking at each other.

"You were targeted. Even before you left your other department. You were probably followed every where you went." He point to the costume. "That was not thrown together over night. That took some time to get the right sizes. That means they were in your apartment. That makes sence since we know there are listening devices here."

He kisses her and continues" In a way it is funny. Technically I'm just an international business man with a back round in police studies and investigation. But every where I go I end up in some kind of Intell work. I mean I did a little of that at Fort Meade, but mostly I was CID."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Where were the cameras? Outside of the window? Inside somewhere in her room? Jeanette took advantage in using Mike to hide her smaller frame. She was still trying to get comfortable with Mike in this aspect, although somee parts such as being in the state of undress felt a little awkward. She had just gotten his shirt off when he guided her down the bed.

"Could be," she said, referring to his theory of her being followed even prior to her transfer. Or perhaps from her old apartment to dowtow.

When Mike pointed out that the dress measurements were down to her size, she mulled over the thought. She ran her fingers through his hair. He pulled her closer till their bare bodies pressed up against one another.

"Or maybe they had something to do with Danielle. We were the same size."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Or maybe they had something to do with Danielle. We were the same size."
She had gotten his shirt off. And they were laying on the bed facing each other. There arm inertwined. Kissing fiercely and hungerly over each others bodies. In the middle of their wils exchange Mike brought a momentary pause to the passionate tiraid.

"Daniella? Your sister? What happened to your sister?"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

At that point, Jeanette wished she could have kept her mouth shut. It wasn't so much about the case with Danielle but the emotional baggage that came along with it. The near breakdown, the leave of absence, moving in to a new place shortly after, and her decline in performance. She tilted her head back, allowing him better access when his lips reached her neck. She made an attempt to match the intensity with his kisses.

"That's right, you weren't here." She paused, then nuzzled her head up against his chest. "Imagine being assigned to a case where your loved one was found murdered. At the time, they didn't consider her case connected to the one we are assigned to now because unlike the other women, she was never reported missing. But the way her body was found....it's like all the other women so far."

Jeanette looked up at him just in time for Mike to give her another kiss, much softer this time, on the lips.

"This was almost three years ago."

 

[Asobininryochan]

While Marty wanted to derive voyeuristic pleasure from spying on Mike and Jeanette; the temptation to press the mute button almost overrode the sensible part of his mind. Surely, he surmised, even chimpanzees like Mike Futures possessed enough infantile intellect to reason that filling the air with his non sequitur ramblings might lessen his ardour to eavesdrop on their conversation.

On the other hand, listening to his ardent claims about a nonexistent Chinese companies, officials and etc. truly exasperated his faculties. Fortunately, vessels like Amanda existed for such occasions. As he drowned out Mike’s annoying voice with her screams and pleas for clemency, he at least enjoyed how the lies he told Jeanette merged into a singular unintelligible narrative of falsehoods.

At the very least, Jeanette instinctively knew her admirer studied her for quite some time – ever since he developed the obsession to replace his lost Amanda. The copies only brought momentary satisfaction since they reproduced an irreplaceable original. Then, suddenly, in an unexpected epiphany, he remembered Danielle (not Amanda) as the name of his object of unattainable desire.

He now saw why he carved all the women with that scar… to make them perfect! Not to imitate the one he presently sodomised, but the one he lost…. Perhaps, as his hand reached out to touch the screen and stroke Amanda’s cheek, he can… have her back… with… her mirror image….

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

He pauses and then seperates slightly from her. "3 years ago?. This case is three years old and no arrests?" This is more then just a Zhongnanhai Baobiao change in policy then. This goes much deeper." He leans his head to the side."

"You said, 'her body was found....it's like all the other women so far'. What did you mean by that? I thought the bodies were in different positions and different places. "

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

"Just because they were found in different positions and different places doesn't make the style and particulars different."

Jeanette sighed, mumbled an apology, but hesitant to go on. Sure, they are portraying themselves as a couple for the ass hat that was spying on them. If they picked up what she was saying, suppose it was going to be used against her.

"Danielle and I didn't live together. It's only the two of us left. We met up every other week, she had a job at the Hyatt Regency. The last thing she told me was three weeks before her body was found...she said she had a company trip and was planning a trip to Canada after to visit a friend. I didn't think much about it."

Jeanette draped an arm over Mike's body.

"She made it for her company trip. She didn't make it to Canada. Originally I was assigned to the case. Previous captain wanted me to stay out of it. My partner convinced him for me to stay on. After two weeks..."

Jeanette was unsure if she should explain why she did not have a more detailed version of the case. How would Mike perceive if he was aware?

"Faire une dépression nerveus" She admitted her downfall towards him.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

« vous avez eu une pause nerveuse vers le bas » He replies.« Ne se sentent pas mauvais, que j'ai eu un plusieurs années en arrière. » He says smiling and gives her a kiss. "I layed on the beach of a tropical island for three months." He draws her closer so her breasts are against his chest. He holds her close. "I'll take you there if you like after the case is over." he kisses her again.

"Just white sand, coconut trees and the rush of the ocean."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

If she was hearing correctly, Mike had a nervous breakdown at one point in his life? Curious as she was, Jeanette decided not to ask him about it. Or at least until the case was over. He pulled her towards him. She wrapped her arms around him. Her hands smoothed out his hair as she returned the favor of the kiss.

"Sounds nice." She said about his offer to take her on vacation when the case was resolved. The closest to the beach she had gotten to was during a trip to Los Angeles years back.

The visuals of the ocean had a calming effect on Jeanette. For a short time she was able to forget about the tensions that the cameras and bugs brought upon her.

Slowly, Jeanette began to get used to the kisses. She began to up the ante little by little and kissed him with passion. Her fingers interlocked with his, her tongue exploring inside his mouth. She laid onher basck while Mike got on top of her.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Jeanette starts kissing him with passion. She lays back and Mike follows her down. As he lays on top of her he breaks the dance of their tongues. He leaves a trail of kisses to her throat. He looks at her for a second then turns his attention to her breasts. Taking one in his mouth while caressing the other.

He plys his tongue over her nipple feeling it get harder as he gives it more attention. His hand does the same with the other rubbing it firmly with his thumb and index finger. Her hand continues to run through his hair. Though he feels a slight push as if she wants him to go lower on her body.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

As Mike's lips left hers and trailed down her neck, she massaged the back of his head, pushinfg it slightly to her neck. When he reached down to her breast, Jeanette could not help but feel a little nervous about the whole thing. A part of her wanted to back out. They only got to know one each other just hours ago.

Mike began to lick one of her nipples, causing a strange sensation to come over her. It was a whole new pleasure she had not felt before. What's even more strange was that she was enjoying it. Not to mention the strange feeling going on between her legs.

She began to push him down slowly, unsure if she wanted him to get him off of her or to explore this a little further. How far were thehy going to push it just to "nicely" tell their anonymous viewer to fuck off?

Still curiosity got to her.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Marty felt reinvigorated by their pretend coitus. The erstwhile flaccid member inside Amanda’s anal cavity hardened to the sights and sounds of Jeanette succumbing to Mike’s supposed charms. The mention of Canada by Detective Cassidy sparked an idea not easily distracted by the foreplay he saw on his monitors. Before he once more sodomised Miss Carlton, he contacted Xi and communicated the following:

- When they come out, don’t take them to the club….
Meanwhile, Xi smoked another fag as he answered to Marty and his new plan. When he simply replied that he understood his instructions, he heard the Princeling add:

- Instead go to the airfield…. Have the zeppelin ready to take them to the Gatsby Party on the island….

When Marty finally ended the call and resumed fucking Amanda Carlton’s bum, Xi took a few moments to finish his cigarette and then contacted the captain of the dirigible….