A fellow spy

The door opens. A man enters, already naked and erect, his cock wrapped in a condom. He has short brown hair with a neatly trimmed moustache and beard. His arms, chest, and abs are sharply defined with muscle. My jaw drops open in recognition as--at the same time--he recognizes me.

"Well, Anna," Victor says amusedly. "You are in an interesting position here."

"Do not say my name!" I hiss at him. "We should not know each other!" At least the fool has the sense to speak in English.

"And why not? There is nothing suspicious in such a thing, unless you choose to--how you say--make a big deal of it." His accent is clipped and precise; he's never properly applied himself as I have to adopting the regional intonations.

His eyes travel appreciatively over my nude body, and his hand pats my thigh, dangerously close to my womanhood. "I never thought I would have the privilege of this sight," he murmurs. "Certainly not after you rejected me during the operation in Boston."

"And I never had the slightest wish to see that sight." My lips curls. "It is smaller than I was expecting."

"You are an awful liar, Anna. This truly baffles me, given our line of work." Victor shakes his head. "In any case..." He grabs my thighs and pushes them apart.

"Wait!" I say, startled. "You're... You're going to fuck me?"

He frowns. "It is why I am here, is it not? It is why you are here. I intend to get my money's worth."

"What money?"

"Ah, right!" He slaps his forehead. "How could I forget? The government is giving away your pussy for free!" Seeing the look on my face, he softens. "Come on, Anna. I've seen your eyes before. I know you were curious--to see what it felt like, at least a little."

He...isn't wrong. "Fine," I grumble. "Go ahead."

"With pleasure." Victor pushes himself forward, through my folds. His cock is unyielding, filling me nicely. Wrapping his arms around my upturned thighs to steady himself, he begins to thrust steadily.

The pleasure from the motion builds up within me. I give voice to that pleasure, my cries filling the room in concert with the sound of creaking bed springs. From the way his cock twitches within my passage, I can tell that Victor is close. However, he slows down slightly, just enough that I am able to reach my own peak before he finally comes, filling the condom with his load.

Victor is nothing if not an attentive lover. I never doubted this. I simply doubt everything else.

"I know you have many more clients to service," he says casually as he removes his condom, ties it up, and throws it in the nearby wastebasket. "But after you are finished, perhaps you will stop by the cafe two blocks south of this building. I will be waiting. You can tell me what you were doing here..." He hesitates briefly. "...and...I can explain a proposition I have for you."