Her mask

Valerie was taken by surprise at what Lang had said. He had given her a choice: to either reveal her face to him, or to give up the last bit of fabric covering her modesty.

Despite knowing how dangerous it was to show her face to Lang, she couldn't bring herself to take off her g-string in front of him, his guards and the other people in the room. Even if it was a tiny strip of fabric, it was the last thing preserving her modesty.

She took off her mask and put it on the table in front of him. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. "Where have I seen you before?", he said, his brow furrowed.

Valerie felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Had he recognized her? She was in a terrible position, **** and without her equipment in front of a dangerous criminal and his guards. If he knew who she was, it was game over for her.

"You're Amanda Ruggi, aren't you?"

Valerie felt relieved. Lang had just said the name of one of her aliases - an art critic, a semi-regular presence at art auctions and media events. There was still a chance her cover hadn't been blown. "Y-yes", she stammered, biting her lip.

"I've seen you before. I'm surprised you're standing here, and not out there on the auction floor.", he said. "Not that I'm complaining - you are a wonderful sight."

Valerie's training kicked in. She had been given a lifeline, and she had to make the most of it. "I wanted to meet you...personally, Mr. Lang.", she said, her voice purring.

"Is that so? Why, if I may ask?", he inquired, raising his eyebrow. She had his attention.

Valerie took a step forward, leaning so that her breasts were almost in his face. She turned around, presenting her derriere, making a motion indicating she wanted to sit on his lap. "The truth is, the world of art can get tiring after a while. These days, I find myself fascinated more by the people than the art itself. What drives them, what they collect, what they...desire."

"How...exciting", he replied. He let her rest her behind on one of his legs, letting her swivel so her legs were supported by the arms of the large chair as she put her arms around his neck.

"Would you indulge me? I want to know you better.", said Valerie, her breathing becoming ever so slightly heavier.

"You make a compelling argument.", he said. His lips interlocked with hers, as his tongue assaulted her mouth with sudden ferocity. Valerie was taken aback, and she let him direct the kiss. For almost a minute, they kissed, Lang's arms roaming all over her body. She was only too happy to let him explore.

"Perhaps we should take this somewhere...private", she gasped once the kiss was over. In spite of the danger (or maybe because of it), her body was on fire. Valerie felt herself getting wet - she hadn't felt this aroused in a long time.

"Indeed we shall.", he replied.

Valerie heard an electric twang nearby, like that of a stun gun. Before she could react, she felt a sudden shock on her side, and she fell ****.