My Only Talent Ch. 24

While we attacked a very substantial rib eye steak, some kind of weird English twice baked cheesy potato made with some very strong tasting English cheese, and some very overdone green beans laced with smoked pimento, Ben went through the plan for the second trip, after Christmas, which was designed to show conclusively that Lara's dad's company was becoming a player on the international stage. We would boldly make visits in a showy corporate jet to the most controversial and dangerous countries where Tier Group was either already constructing major infrastructure projects, or bidding on them. That was the reason for all the pages that had been added to the back of my passport: visas for Yemen, the UAE, Morocco, and Jordan. Sounded like a tour of risky terrorist homelands to me. Then Barry gave me another passport, a Canadian one, with all my current info and a recent picture. I knew my Dad was born in Canada of American parents, but what was this all about? He explained that we needed to go to Tel Aviv to meet one of Tier Group's biggest investors and some other prospective customers, and having our American passports stamped there would likely preclude later entry into the UAE, so we would use the Canadian ones to enter Israel and then go through customs at a friendly FBO in Amman, Jordan before arriving in the UAE.

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Elizabeth watched as several new auto generated messages from the arborist bots popped up on her screen. They had crawled young Mr. Robert's phone tree, and then started in on the trees of people he had been in contact with, and then those they had in turn been in contact with, ad infinitum, looking for common and frequent contacts, common GPS locations and times, and otherwise interesting people, places and things. The Pliskin daughter was the most interesting so far, but a few others appeared too: another frequent contact for both Pliskin and Roberts was the daughter of Harold B. Upman, who was the current scion of that long legendary financial family and current Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer. HQ was always on alert to the current government's opposition, the Parliamentary potential of forming a new coalition, and any intra-governmental intrigue, especially where budgets were concerned.

Another alert told her that Roberts had recently obtained a second passport, a Canadian one, and that raised some further concern. Why did a university freshman need a fresh new passport? But then the audio from the dinner meeting answered that question: the group he was traveling with was part of an American insurance company trying to make inroads in the EU and the Middle East, the company not coincidentally was owned by the Dallas-based minor billionaire previously identified. But that also raised her hackles: just after Christmas, they were scheduled to make a quick set of visits to Yemen, Morocco, and the UAE before their return to London. Bells were now ringing in several towers. Tier group had one of the largest inventories of commercial high explosives in the UK, and was licensed to buy almost anything. It wouldn't be the first time a big contract was dangled to try to get some restricted products and services under the table. The final alert pointed her to another information source she might tap: a gossip columnist who used to be a 'yearly fashion model' for several very wealthy rulers in the Middle East, some of them with terrorist financial connections, and who was also an HQ asset while she was there. She made the call to Tessa Formby.

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The business meeting and meal finally wound down, and the only offered dessert was an odiferous and heavily brandied bread pudding, which not even my voracious sugar metabolism found attractive. There was nothing left but more and more alcohol, which did not tempt me, but ditching these pushy drunks to get back into Peggy's arms certainly had great appeal. I managed to communicate my team spirit and commitment to expanding international commerce sufficiently, and then the taciturn driver picked me up outside and started driving back to Horse Guards. I texted Peggy for her availability, and convinced the driver to go to the museum to pick her up. On the way over, he told me to be outside the main hotel entrance at 5:45 AM sharp next morning for the early ride out to Herts. It was going to be a long day.

His gruff manner changed completely when Peggy stepped into the car outside the museum. You would have thought the queen herself was now on board. I was afraid he would hit something while his eyes were glued to the rear view mirror watching Peggy. When we arrived at the hotel, he leaped out to open her door, and almost bowed. If the walk to the curb had been wet and muddy, he might have thrown his coat across it for her. He even smiled at me like I had suddenly improved my station in the world markedly. He actually spoke. "See you in the morning, young sir, and good night young lady!" She leaned back into the car and gave him her best smile, and he wiggled like a puppy. They talked for a moment, about what I could not hear, and then he drove off, literally whistling.

I think I knew how he felt. My inner puppy was about to get petted, and so was hers.

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Elizabeth actually admired women like Tessa Formby, though they often were scorned publicly. She had seen how their undercover daily lives were filled with stark terror and the risk of instant discovery and torture. She had also seen how valuable some of their information had been, in one case literally stopping a major attack in London, in which tens of thousands would have died. One of her instructors during her first six months of training for HQ had been such a woman, and she said something that stuck with Elizabeth. "Some brave men take risks for their country while being shot at. Some brave women take even greater risks for their country while being shot into." Tessa had agreed to meet with her in her office at the Tattler magazine, which not coincidentally had some of the best anti-snooping technology in town. Elizabeth had never met Tessa, but they had been introduced in absentia by the instructor at HQ who had once been Tessa's handler while she had been 'in cuntry' as some of the HQ ops wags put it.

After enquiring at reception, she was shown directly to a very nice office. Tessa must have been well into her forties, but she looked younger. Elizabeth was a little bit excited about being at the Tattler: reading it was a secret vice shared with many of her old schoolmates, and she never missed an issue. It was sort of a fantasy antidote to the deadly seriousness of her career, and she dreamed of someday making "The List" under her real name, and here she was right where they compiled it. She had read many stories under Tessa's byline.

"I won't waste your time, Elizabeth. Our mutual friend says you need information, and I'll tell you what I can."

"Thank you. I am investigating some interesting connections to an American that your mobile phone spent some time next to in Austin in November."

"We tend to stay away from voicemail data and such, after Rupert Murdock had such trouble, you see."

Elizabeth smiled. "I'll take care of the data issues if you will help me with the interpretation."

"Okay. Who are we talking about?"

"A young man from Texas named Robbie Roberts."

Tessa tried not to look startled. She had one deal with Brujo and Sapiento about what she could say about that boy and certain of his girlfriends, still another understanding with her editor, and a third and very one sided deal with Ambassador Pliskin, who had contacted her a few days after the Addicted to Party. Pliskin's offer certainly trumped all the others. How in the world was GCHQ interested in Robbie Roberts?

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When Peggy and I entered the Horse Guards lobby about 10 PM, there was a queue of about 30 Japanese tourists (or perhaps they were from some other country and just had Japanese flags on their luggage) waiting in line to register. Many were equipped with cameras, snapping away at the sights in the lobby, which now included Peggy, and coincidentally, me. She seemed to enjoy the attention, towering over all the tourists like a giant oversize statue of a fashion model. We made our way to the lift and up to the room, with me keeping my hand possessively in the small of her back all the while, like I knew she liked it. My Suzie connection with Peggy seemed to be growing stronger -- perhaps it was the absence and then being reunited, or something else, but I felt like I could receive her Suzie signal and read her moods more easily now. She seemed to be a 'clearer sender' than even Lara -- that clear tone that was so easy to interpret. Suzanne was more complicated.

Peggy was sending Suzie in the same dulcet tones she had yesterday, when she told me that me being proud to be seen with her made her feel like a bad girl, and it certainly had made her act like one, and delightedly so. She also seemed to like the contrast between being treated sweet and nice versus hard and mean, just like Lara did. Come to think of it, I did too. I decided to act on that. I closed the door to the room, and then spoke to her to highlight the contrast.

"Peggy you are so wonderful, but you know you are also my dirty slut. Leave your clothes on and go put your hair up in two little pigtails, freshen up your lipstick, then come back here and kneel down in front of me."

She drew in a big breath, and her Suzie warbled and grew much stronger. When she returned from the bathroom mirror, her hair was up just as ordered, and her cheeks were flush and almost as red as her lipstick, which she had applied very thickly. Her nostrils were flared wide and her breathing was fast. She kept her lovely eyes on mine and kneeled down. I took off my clothes slowly, watching her eyes, and getting incredibly hard. I grabbed her two pigtails for handles, and slowly pushed my cock between her now perfectly pursed lips. Her eyes smiled at me, and life was good.

"I'm going to fuck your hot little mouth, slut, or more correctly, your long elegant throat! I wonder if those tourists in the lobby would like a few snaps of that."

A note of Suzie shame ran through her, but it was followed directly by a spike of excitement, for both of us. She was amazingly hot. Her lips quivered nicely as I inserted myself between them. Her eyes grew wide and wild as I stared into them. I took my time, using the little pig tails as handles for her head, moving it left and right, up and down, like a kid playing with a new toy. She began to anticipate my pushing forward and relaxed her jaw a bit, then sucked a little harder when I was moving away from her mouth. I think we were both surprised by how hot it made us.

The sound of her breathing and the fullness of her lips became my world. Her eyes smiled even more, and then she knew she had me. My spine stiffened and my head went back involuntarily, and she mumbled something unintelligible while swallowing my hot output. By the time I could get my eyes back on hers, she was milking me for the last few drops, with a look on her face that said she knew exactly how great it had been for me, and a vibrato Suzie signal note that said she liked it as much as I did. She didn't know Suzanne's little low excursion suck trick and she didn't need to: I was still as hard as ever. I wondered for a second about the effect of that strong and unusual smoked pimento at dinner. I was frantic to fuck her. I picked her up off her knees, stripped off her clothes, and moved the big stack of hotel pillows to the center of the bed, and then threw her on them, stomach down and beautiful bounteous bouncing butt up. The thick hotel robes in the closet yielded their waist ties to me and I used them to strap her wrists to the headboard, and pulled them tight. She was flushed and red all over, but not quite enough for me, not yet.

"Look at you slut! On your knees sucking cock in a fancy hotel room and now you are about to get a thorough going spanking for being such a naughty girl. And that will just make you even hotter, and then I'll have to fuck you! A few well lit shots of you strapped across that bed right now would make quite a nice little photo spread for the hotel brochure, wouldn't it?"

A shrieking Suzie note escaped her, as loud and clear and horny as ever. Peggy might not be ready to strip in public for excitement like Alley and Nora had in Dallas, but the prospect of such exposure, even via hypothetical photographs, drove her absolutely crazy. What a happy situation, and one that I was uniquely equipped to exploit. I fine-tuned into her Suzie signal and began to spank her, gently at first and them harder as the feedback told me to. She was clearly shocked by how hot it made her, and although she lacked Millie's ability to instantly turn pain into excitement and pleasure, the pain did make her much more exited. Her butt was red and ready, and her pussy dripped beautifully, like it was melting in the rain. My cock took over my mind, as the desire to fuck her drove out my Suzie listening skills. I planted my legs between her wide spread knees, and kissed her back gently. "You are such a beautiful girl, and so tender. But I just can't help myself. I am going to fuck you like a staked out mare!"

I grabbed her surprisingly small waist and pulled her ample butt up high and then pushed into her slowly but steadily from behind and her Suzie note exploded as I felt her hot pussy grip me. A fog seemed to envelope us both and I stopped thinking and just acted -- call it impulse, instinct, or just plain old rut. Whatever you call it, then next thing I remember was realizing I had just come in Peggy, after having ridden her mercilessly for some time. I quickly listened for her Suzie, and found it was happy, but sort of drifting unawares like I was, so I must not have hurt her at all. I shifted my weight back to my knees and untied Peggy's arms, then grabbed her and we cuddled together, trying to gather all the bedclothes around us.

Big Peggy, big bed, big wonderful. I turned onto my back, and she absent mindedly began to play with my chest and nipples. She was a natural! I drifted off to sleep, and I presume she did too. I was awakened by a great desire to pee, a growling stomach, and a hard on. It was time to sort out a few priorities, here. Peggy was sleeping soundly, and I disengaged from her gently and made my way to the bathroom. I had to wait a moment for erection to give way to urination, but finally the right nerves talked to each other and I was able to get things done. That much heat leaving my body induced a shiver and being cold and wanting to get back under the covers just underscored my desire to get back to Peggy. I slipped into bed and felt my erection returning and decided to graciously offer it to Peggy. Technically speaking she was sound asleep, but the brain between my legs interpreted that as a clear lack of refusal, and I was soon feeling her up and positioning her for my re-entry.

It was slow and nice and gradual, in great contrast to my previous rough fucking, and she responded with accelerating caresses and little cooing noises. I slipped gradually into her and she opened her eyes just a moment and smiled at me, then grabbed my cock with her pussy, grabbed the back of my neck with her arms, and rolled over on top of me and proceeded to fuck me with all her strength, which was considerable. My body was simply a cock holder for her, and she took possession of my cock and used it as she saw fit. I saw stars. Just as I lost control and ejaculated up into her, she opened her eyes again and looked at me with determination on her face, as if she was completely determined to squeeze me and milk me for all I had. She accomplished that and more.

A few kisses later her alarm went off, before mine was set to, and she said "Up and at them, Robbie! Reggie is going to pick us up a little early so he can drop me at my flat before meeting up with your group."

That explained her conversation with him last evening. He never even told me his name. We enthusiastically soaped each other up and washed in the relatively small shower area, and had just finished rinsing and turned off the water as my alarm sounded. We got dressed and squared away the room a bit.

"While you are off gallivanting around in limousines and helicopters all day poor little Peggy will be slaving away doing art for art's sake, dusting ancient dirt off both worthless donated junk and potentially valuable finds and trying to figure out which is which. I'll be at the museum late, and don't expect to see you until tomorrow, when there is an afternoon tea and dinner party at Abelard's country estate, where I understand you and I will both be. You will get a chance to meet Abelard's wife, and her wicked daughters, and a bunch of the museum people."

"There's nothing poor or little about you, beautiful, and I'll slave away over you any time."

Suddenly she was Betty Boop again. "You just want to fuck me and make me suck your nasty cock. I just know you do!" She took my face in her hands. "I won't be able to resist you. Urges, you know. And then I am going to ask you to kiss my ass, darling!"

That sounds like a plan to me. We made our way downstairs and this early the only people in the lobby were the reception desk duty stander and a sleepy looking bellman. Reggie was outside, right on time, and holding the car door open for Peggy. I hustled over to the opposite side of the car so he wouldn't drive off and leave me. There were other benefits however, as Reggie had hot tea and muffins for Peggy, and felt honor bound to allow me access to them too. My growling stomach was very grateful. We dropped Peggy at her flat in Pimlico, as she explained she had been dreadfully lucky to find it with Abelard Peter's wife's help. She was paying about a thousand pounds a month for a place about the size of my dorm room, but it was in a very nice location, about an hour's walk along the river to the museum. She was walking it both ways every day and said it was helping her conditioning, and her legs did look a little more muscular to me even in the ten days she had been here. She certainly had plenty of leg strength an hour or so ago.

Reggie was all business after scurrying out to open both the car door and the building's front door for her. He gave me a look of incredulity as he got back in the car. "I don't know how you managed to attract the likes of her, but I hope you know what a rare bird she is!" There was that disappointing emphasis on the word 'you' again, but I was getting used to it by now. I would always associate Peggy with pretty birds.

Reggie drove back towards the river and soon we picked up Ben Whani and Senex Pedo at the Four Seasons. They both looked as tired and nervous as I felt wired and wonderful. I assume they did not have the kind of delightful and fulfilling night that I did. Breakfast while we motored north was in some little white boxes with a Four Seasons logo sticker on top, but the muffins could not hold a candle to the ones Reggie had supplied. I ate the eggs and bacon, but offered my muffins to one of the other guys, and Reggie actually smiled at me in the rear view mirror as I did so. Barry Fermy and Penelope Profico were in another car, and would meet us at Tier Group.

The tour of Tier Group offices proved to be unremarkable. It was mostly aluminum and glass outside and mahogany paneling and overstuffed chairs inside. There were lots of large printed pictures of construction projects, all photo-shopped to have wild lighting and coloration, as if the viewer was just about to have a psychedelic episode. There were lots of eager looking young men and women running around with cell phone earpieces on their heads, looking like they had just closed a billion dollar deal. Barry did a very smooth 'mom and apple pie' pitch in a nicely appointed conference room, but most of the attendees were reading email on their phones. They didn't even look up as Abelard's CEO gave us their version of a corporate beauty pitch. They had done some really big projects -- a huge airport in Indonesia that was virtually created of land filled in from the sea, a giant underground submarine base in the north of England, and a huge road and bridge project just beginning down under in Australia that they were a major sub-contractor for. Chairman Peters didn't join us until we were all loaded into one of those big Mercedes vans.