Spend the night with Milaslava and consider her offer... for the good of CEDIT

You sat upon your bed in the Rowntree, pondering how strange it was that all of the world's CEDIT leaders were in one place and, stranger still, that a good number of them intended to offer you a highly indecent proposal to sway your loyalties towards their CEDIT division. You had to imagine that none of them would present this as a one-time deal; you clearly weren't so desperate for sex that a single fling would sway your opinion one way or another. On the contrary, each of them probably had ideas for all kinds of perks they planned to roll out for you, many of them illicit. The thought that you were the center of attention for each of them tonight made you feel powerful, which, in turn, made you feel horny. It was time to go do something about those feelings.

After everything that happened with CEDIT Russia , were you really willing to devote yourself to that organization? The CEDIT Russia that was supposed to have died with the discovery of illegal cybernetics development and kidnapping cases didn't seem so dead after all; its reanimated form had been discovered alive and well during Operation Sleep Mode. They were shady, unscrupulous, and seemingly devoted to the advancement of humanity via unconscionable experiments with cybernetic implants and prosthetic surgery.

On the other hand, wasn't that all the more reason to consider going there, to set the ship right? If CEDIT Russia never had anyone on the inside to offer a dissenting opinion when the rest of the room wanted to push forward with abominable means, how would anything ever change, short of another raid against their facilities? Perhaps if you relocated there, along with {if The Goodbye Girls Break Up = 1}one of {endif}the Goodbye Girls, you could enact some real change there. If you looked at it that way, the world at large may have a lot to gain from you accepting Milaslava's proposal. Of course... you also intended to make her work for it.

Milaslava Bortnik had been placed in a room on the fourth floor-- room 401, near the far side of the hall after exiting the elevator. You came to her, still dressed in your best suit, and looked both ways carefully before knocking upon her door. It wouldn't do for anybody to see you having this meeting, not even Goodbye. This wasn't a part of your surveillance mission with the Goodbye Girls; this was you acting on your own, for reasons that may or may not turn out to be advantageous for international security.

When the woman answered your knock, it felt as though all of your planning went out the window. You'd seen her a few times by now and every time, she'd presented herself in a handsome suit, grinning in a belittling way, hiding some evil intention. The smile on her face still held some meaning, but you didn't think it had anything to do with the cold war between CEDIT Russia and the other divisions; instead, she looked you from feet to head approvingly, then grinned hungrily, sans cigar for once. "Ha ha ha ha... I thought I'd read you correctly. Goodbye, Madison... they're little girls. In the end, you and I only have one thing we want, don't we?" she questioned.

The woman was barely dressed at all. In the place of her usual uniform, she wore only a white bathrobe, tied at the waist by a sash but left scandalously open at the chest, where her massive breasts swung with each movement. Like Au Revoir, she was the type that managed to be tall and muscular without sacrificing anything in terms of womanly curves. Also like Au Revoir, she didn't seem to bother with hiding her intentions; instead, she watched you as though you were prey. Her hair might have that one odd white streak, showing her age, but it was still wild and voluminous. She might be older than the others and crippled with a metal hand, but she definitely had the experience advantage and always seemed thoroughly ready to go. Right now, that hand of hers was curled into a fist and resting at the broad curve of her hip, while she stepped aside and allowed you entry.

You didn't answer her provocation... This wasn't about your preferences in women or any failure of Pamela Goodby or Madison Peddigrew. This was about your mission...

So why did it suddenly feel like you were the one whoring yourself out, instead of the other way around? Facing the grinning Milaslava, this suddenly felt like it had nothing to do with her winning you over to Russia. She just wanted to get you, a young stud and her persistent adversary, one-on-one in a sexual engagement. No sooner had you entered the room than she locked the door behind you. "I'm glad you're open-minded, Ciao. Russia has a lot to offer you and so do I, personally. Why don't you have a seat on the bed and uncork the vodka for us?" she questioned with a coo, tilting her chin up as her steel-blue eyes shined in the low light of the room.

You only turned for a moment to do as she asked, sitting upon the bed to reach into the ice-bucket at the side, before you heard the sound of her robe falling. You turned, knowing what you'd see: her stunningly toned body, exposed with both hands proudly upon the hips, while she strutted towards where you were seated. Your eyes were drawn first to her impressive abs, then to the bush of black hair above her sex, then to the strange point where one wrist terminated into what looked like a metal glove, but was actually an advanced prosthetic. "I can imagine you've been having a lot of sex lately, Ciao. An agent with the Goodbye Girls couldn't survive without a certain level of sexual prowess and hunger. This will be like a challenge for me... I have to rise to it and show you that I can keep pace with them."

You asked her if she even had any intention of telling you what your assignment at CEDIT Russia would be like. It suddenly began to feel as though you'd wasted a lot of time thinking of this as in-road... Instead, it seemed oddly like she wanted you there as a boy-toy.

"Oh, this is about opening a fruitful relationship between the two of us. I'm hoping that once you see what I have to offer, you'll be a lot less cold around me. Is that too much to ask?" she teased, placing one hand upon your chest and playing with your tie as she leaned over your body. Her massive frame cast a shadow over the bed-spread. You doubted either one of you were going to be touching the vodka during this midnight fling, though you wondered if perhaps she'd already dipped into it.

The leader of CEDIT Russia pushed you over so that your back lay upon the bed. "Pull it out, Ciao," she instructed you, while licking her glossy, red-painted lips.

Frustrated with her commands, you asked her to do it herself.

"Are you sure you want that?" she questioned, pinching her metal fingers together with a loud clack while grinning playfully.

You returned her smirk, telling her to use her teeth instead. That solicited first a loud peel of laughter, then, surprisingly, compliance. Milaslava held your eyes with her own as she climbed onto the bed, her body hunched above your lap, and caught your zipper expertly in your teeth like it was one of her cigars. She tilted her head sideways, then, with tantalizing slowness, pulled it down to its lowest point. Your boxers beneath hid your equipment for just a moment longer, before she fished it out with her non-prosthetic hand and began stroking it eagerly.

The power of that hand was extraordinary. Suddenly, you wished you had Au Revoir here, so that you could compare the strength of the two of them. You shook your head angrily... This was the woman who had done terrible things to Tschau and others like her, who'd further tried to humiliate all of you in Russia. You couldn't allow yourself to be taken in by this odd charisma of hers.

"You're angry. I can see it in your face... What do I have to do to win you over?"

You told her: she had to suck your dick, for starters. You wondered what that sneering face of hers would look like with its lips wrapped around your length?

The speed with which she followed that command was almost agitating. In the next moment, she opened her mouth, lolling out her tongue for just a moment and revealing her teeth, before absorbing your cock deep into the wet, warm cavern. Her lips sucked and stretched about your length lewdly as she bobbed her head up and down; her eyes smiled into yours almost unblinkingly, as she dared you to say a bad word about her technique. How could you? Who in the world could critique this kind of experienced blowjob?

You noted her lipstick smearing along the flesh of your penis, leaving erotic red streaks along its surface. You clasped both hands upon her head to try to guide her, or possibly to demean her, but it was no use; all of her technique and power was her own. The feeling of her tongue, alternating between licking the bottom-side of your dick and swirling around its head, was just too much. Both of her hands rested effortlessly upon the bed as her head bobbed up and down, her wild black hair brushing upon the lap of your suit. All thoughts of negotiations had left your head now, perhaps because all of the blood was rushing to your penis.

Powerless, you felt yourself begin to cum. You were sure she'd draw back and allow you to spill it upon the floor... instead, she simply kept her mouth locked on, taking it all inside her mouth. When she finally slid off and withdrew, she raised her good hand to her mouth and ran one finger across, making it sticky with a string of your cum. She chewed on it for a moment longer, before swallowing everything inside. "Hm hm hm! You know... I'm not too old yet, Ciao. Do you want to try making a baby with me?" she questioned, grinning broadly.

You weren't sure how to answer that question.

"Ba ha ha! Don't be an idiot! I've far too much on my plate to worry with children; that part of my life is over. Still, you're welcome to try, if you like!" With that, she stood to her feet, then placed both hands upon the bed and began to rub her heavy buttocks back and forth against your aching dick. Slowly, unintentionally, you powered it back on for a second round. "Good, good! I expect at least this much from the handler of the Goodbye Girls..." Once you'd gotten hard enough, she raised her bottom again, then slowly lowered her waiting, wet pussy onto your member, engulfing it. She moved her hands from the bed to your knees and began to slap her lower body up and down against your exposed manhood. Amazingly, this cold, hard, beast-like woman nonetheless had a warm, welcoming pussy. You clasped both hands to her hips as she rode you reverse cowgirl.

"How does it feel? To be ridden by a woman you hate? Tschau would love you if you killed me right here, you know? And instead, you're letting me dominate your cock~"

She had a point... But as an agent of CEDIT, you'd never attack her in a hotel room.

But as an agent of CEDIT... it was okay to let her bribe you and seduce you?

Your logic was all mixed up. You were forced to admit that this wasn't about your mission, your duty, or doing the best you could for mankind. You came here because you knew she was a horny, experienced cougar, and that was just what you felt like on this particular night in London. There was no other reason, besides your carnal desire.

That realization seemed to be accompanied by increased motion on your part. You gripped both hands to the girl's waist and worked to move her up and down upon you; with you now doing all the work, she raised both hands above her head and ran them through her hair, even the metal one. She laughed, then gave a low moan. "Mmmm... The girls have trained you well! Or perhaps this is how you are able to control them? Ha ha ha...! Oh, yes. I'll be looking forward to a lot of this!" she gasped, looking back at you over her shoulder with a big grin on her face. "Fuck! Enough stalling, fucking Brit! Do it!" That was a pretty rough way of telling you she was about to cum and wanted to do it together; you thought she'd probably beaten you to it, since this was your second go-around and she was probably still on her first. Still, you obeyed those instructions, feeling your penis surge as you poured your semen into her, heedless of any kind of condom or protection.

Could this make her pregnant, at her age? Had she already had an operation to remove those capabilities? Would she have an abortion if she were to become pregnant from this? Or, in the worst case... what if she actually became pregnant and wanted to raise a child, the fruit of this union? The thought was making your head spin...

"Your face is so troubled... I always have that effect on people. Oooh, it's lonely being a visionary like me, Ciao," Milaslava cackled, rolling off of your body and laying with one arm across your chest on the other side of her double bed. The weight of her metallic hand was heavy against your body as she carelessly left it there. With a satisfied smile, she lit a knew cigar using a silver lighter, then sat up and began puffing away at it, heedless of your presence. "I believe I've made my terms clear. It's up to you to decide if you'll end up at CEDIT Russia, once it's all over. As much as I'd like to, I don't hold your leash. But I could... If you wanted me to."

Slowly, breathlessly, you zipped yourself up and stumbled out of the bedroom. The rest of the night was a dizzy dream, as you collapsed upon your bed back in your room, still smelling the scent of cigar smoke and vodka that hung about the woman. You'd always known that Milaslava was dangerous. This night had just proven it one more time.