An old foe

She recognized the lilt in this girl's French. “Delphine!” Shauna gasped in mock glee. She should've expected the little fascist to be here, but nothing for it now but to control the damage. She couldn't afford being exposed here (or at least anymore than she already was). Shauna pointed at her crotch. “Do you mind...?”

“Not at all! In fact,” Delphine Aras responded as she moved her towel and settled next to Shauna, kissing her cheeks. Shauna pulled off her swimsuit, spreading her legs, and was surprised but gratified to feel Delphine's slender white fingers spread her black lips.

"Oh, you're ready, aren't you? Feeling sunkissed and ready to be kissed?"

"Well, that, and I'm not fully recovered from the porter with an impressive package of his own."

Delphine was best described as “cute.” Bare inches over five feet, she could slip with ease between the innocent girl and the sensuous woman. She brushed her black hair out of her face, blue eyes and smiling full lips a mask of ease. Shauna wondered how many had seen this face right before they died.

“It's been so long since Cairo, Delphine, I don't even know who you're killing for these days. Not those same gray-haired Nazis, I hope?”

“Oh, darling, why pretend?” she laughed. “We all know my uncle Sam is writing my checks.”

“Typical Americans, choosing the greater of two evils.”

Shauna hissed between her teeth at the pain. Delphine's fingers pinched her button, and Delphine herself gave a warning look.

“What about you, Shauna?” She smiled again and probed Shauna's canal, making her hips rise off the towel. “It's not very British of you, this having fun.”

“God, Delphine, I– fuck, I'm so close–”

“Me first. What are you doing here?” Her smile was thin as piano wire and just as lethal.

“Oooh, fuck!” Shauna groaned, Delphine's fingers retreating just before she could reach her peak. “You, you can keep a secret, can't you, darling?”

“Of course. I look after my friends.” And you're not one of them remained acknowledged but unspoken.

“F-fritz W-w-wiebe. He's working the Ssstasi, and we'd like to keep an ah-ah-ah-eye on any VIPs looking to b-buy from him.”

Delphine waited. “And that's it? You only want the guest list?”

“Delphiiiine,” Shauna purred, “would I lie oooh-when my little **** might come at any moment?”

“Mmm, I suppose not. You know, darling, I have a pass for the VIP suites.”

Her voice trilled with laughter. Shauna sighed with the removal of Delphine's fingers, which the assassin licked clean with transparent delight.

“Well, don't be shy. What do you want for your pass?”