Ava can't tell, but it's a man.

Colonel Roberts quickly grabbed the golden silk robe from the top of his desk and moved it inside of an open drawer. The door soon opened and closed with no words spoken at first. Ava couldn't see from underneath the desk, so her ear perked up while she slowly wrapped her tongue around the colonel's dick still in her mouth.

"Colonel, I'm sorry to interrupt you as I know you're a busy man," the new male voice in the room spoke. She couldn't tell, but it sounded like someone younger than the colonel, probably a lower rank in the grand scheme of Le Couteau.

"What is it Micah? It better be good news," Roberts quickly responded to his visitor, making it clear that he had better things to do.

"Well sir, good news and bad news," Micah replied, with his voice seemingly losing confidence at the end. The colonel didn't reply. He simply took a another puff of his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke towards the young Le Couteau terrorist. "So...Operation Dragon Scale is complete. However, we suffered significant casualties. Those who survived managed to bring back some of the...merchandise...but not enough for what we need."

Ava could feel the tension in the room as she tried to take as much of Roberts' cock in her mouth. She stopped once the tip got dangerously close to the back of her throat, not wanting to gag and make her presence known. She slowly pulled her face away, dragging the tip of her tongue along the seated man's shaft, not wanting to make him any more angry than he must be at the moment. After what seemed like an eternity, Roberts finally broke the silence.

"For your sake Micah, that better not be the good news," the colonel stated, a dark and ominous tone now in his voice.

"No-no sir, that's ah...haha...not the good news," Micah nervously replied. "Operation Drunk Monk is ahead of schedule and we are now less than a week from initiation. One last cargo run is needed before we move forward."

"And the fucking GDF?" responded the colonel, trying to curb the excitement in his voice. Ava stopped for a split second before continuing to suck the fleshy rod inside her mouth. She shut her eyes tight, hoping Colonel Roberts didn't notice her hesitation at the mention of the GDF.

"They have no clue about Poland," Micah smiled with new found conviction in his voice.

"Now that's some good news Micah, very good," said Roberts, his tone much more light than earlier. Ava slowly opened her eyes and exhaled through her nose, thankful her slip up. "Spread the word and make the preparations for those who need to get shipped out. You're dismissed," finished Roberts, tilting his head towards the door. Micah nodded and made his way out. Ava continued to orally service the colonel at the same snail-like pace.

"Change of plans," Roberts said, now addressing the naked woman still blowing him, "get up." The man carefully pushed his chair back as he eased himself out of Ava's mouth. He took a few steps back and stood silently, unfazed by half of his clothes now around his ankles. She wiped her mouth as she crawled from under the desk. Ava stood before the colonel once again, using both hands to brush stray strands of her red hair behind her eyes.

"Turn around and bend over the desk," commanded Roberts, "I'm in such a good mood I'm going to fuck that tight cunt of yours."