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Agent Provocateur Ch. 01

By: Alexandra



'And the money will be transferred in fourteen days?' Danielle spoke into her mobile phone.

Danielle's smile widened as she listened to the reply. 

'Excellent, thanks for the call and I'll see you tomorrow.' Her smiled had settled into one of self-satisfaction as she flicked the phone closed and settled into the plush seat of the limousine taking her home.

The call had been from the finance manager of precision engineering software producer JetApps, a company she owned. He had, finally, received the facsimile from India that she had spent most of the day waiting for. It confirmed that AAI, a software company with which she had formed JetAAI, a joint venture based in New Delhi, had agreed to increase their stake from 25 to 49 percent. It was a deal worth almost $7.5 million to her but left her in majority control of JetAAI. The cash would be used to continue her company's expansion into Asia, and would silence her critics once and for all. At the age of 31, Danielle's business acumen had been questioned by many who saw her riding on the legacy of her father, whose sudden death had given her JetApps, at that stage a small engineering design company of twelve employees with business exclusively within Australia. 

Three years on and now that had all changed, with JetApps valued at $25 million with offices in India, China, Singapore and Malaysia.

Her smile widened at the reception she would get from her husband Jeff when she arrived home. As senior sales manager in JetApps he would now have the boost in advertising revenue that he had been long pressing for. Tonight would be a night for celebration, she thought, reaching upwards to release her dark hair from it's tight bun. Her hair was not long, barely touching her shoulders, but was straight, thick and healthy. 

A glance outside the limo told her that she had almost ten minutes before getting home. She snapped open her briefcase and fished out a small make up case, quickly touching up her lipstick and mascara before settling back again to watch the lights of the city roll by.

***

The minute Danielle walked in the front door of her home she knew something was wrong. The absence of Jeff's country music, his preferred method of unwinding after a day in the office was the warning cue. Placing her briefcase on the small table near the front door in the foyer, Danielle called Jeff's name.

'In the living room,' he called out in reply.

Entering the room Danielle immediately regretted touching up her make up and letting her hair down. Two other men were in the room with Jeff, both wearing crumpled suits. They stood as she entered and she sensed their surprise at her obvious femininity when expecting to meet the CEO of an international company. It was a common occurrence but annoyed her now no less than the first time it had happened.

'Hello,' she said putting on her best smile while raising her eyebrows at Jeff.

'Hi darling,' Jeff replied, trying to respond with a smile but barely managing a grimace. 'These men are from, ah, Canberra.'

'Clarke,' the older of the two offered his hand. She accepted it and ensured her grip was strong. Clarke's palm was sweaty and his ruddy complexion and unkempt grey hair told her that he was a senior bureaucrat.

'Paul,' said his companion, probably an up and coming twenty something assistant.

'And what brings you to my house?' Danielle asked, deliberately adding the location to ensure that they knew she was not happy with being disturbed at home.

'Ah, they're here because, well, because...' Jeff began before trailing off.

'May we sit down?' Clarke asked.

'Let's,' Danielle responded, hiding her impatience and fighting to quell the rising sense of unease in her stomach. 'Why don't you start by telling me where you are from?' Danielle directed the question at Clarke.

'The Department of Foreign Affairs,' he replied. 'Our section specialises in handling delicate issues with other countries.'

'My dealings with AAI are hardly delicate...'

'That's not why they are here,' Jeff interrupted.

'You know Stuart Fosdike,' Paul stated. Danielle nodded, turning her attention to the younger man. Stuart was a long time friend of Jeff and he and his wife Naomi were regular dinner companions. 'He has been arrested in India and is being questioned in relation to a matter that the Indian government has described as espionage.'

'Espionage?' Danielle failed to hide the surprise she felt. 'Apart from Stu being our friend, what does that have to do with us?' An uncomfortable silence fell as the three men waited for each other to answer the question.

'Stuart was undertaking some work for us...'

'So he is a spy?' Danielle interjected.

'Well, we'd rather not comment on those allegations.' Paul coughed before continuing, 'however at this stage his work for us has not been compromised and we would rather keep it that way and extract him as soon as possible.'

'How can we help and why should we?'

'Because the Indian government thinks that he is me.' Jeff's voice sounded flat as he spoke.

'Why would they think that?' Danielle was becoming more confused and more irritated by the cat and mouse these men were playing with her.

'Because he has a passport in my name and is posing as me as his cover.'

'Posing as you?' The enormity of Jeff's words was now starting to sink in. 'You mean as senior sales manager for JetApps?'

'Yes.' His voice had become quiet.

'To conduct espionage work using my company as a cover?' 

'Yes.' Jeff shifted in his chair, his discomfort evident.

Danielle held down the fury she felt. Everything she had worked so hard for was now at risk. She wanted to explode but needed all the information she could get. An overt display of emotion would make the three men clam up and at this moment she needed to retain control to ensure she could do what was needed to protect her company.

'How long has this been going on?' She sensed Jeff's relief when the tirade he had expected failed to materialise.

'Six months,' Clarke spoke. 'I apologise now for the inconvenience this has caused, but an opportunity arose that we had to move quickly to capture and it was felt that you may not agree to what we needed to do...'

'You're right there,' Danielle interjected with a tight-lipped smile. 'As for the inconvenience as you called it, I would like to know what that would be? Also, I would like to know what Stuart was after and why he needed Jeff's identity as a cover?'

'Ah, we would prefer not to disclose too much to you...' Clarke began.

'If you want any cooperation from me you had better tell me everything,' Danielle spat out. 'Or else I will contact the Indian government and inform them that the man in their custody is not who he claims to be and that he has no connection to my company.' Paul and Clarke looked alarmed at the outburst.

'Don't think you can waltz in here and expose my company to further risk, without fully disclosing what is going on. I have worked my butt off to build this company to where it is today, yes worked,' she snapped at Paul as she caught her eyes wandering to the round contour of her buttocks. 'Don't be fooled by the fact that I have a nice arse and cleavage into thinking that you can manipulate me like you obviously manipulated my husband.' Jeff squirmed in his seat again and Paul blushed. 

'So what will it be gentlemen?' Danielle lowered her tone as she sat back in her seat.

'Well Mrs Price, we will need you to sign the Official Secrets Act.' Clarke's tone had sharpened now and Danielle allowed him to continue as Paul opened a leather binder and rifled through papers to extract a single A4 sheet.

'This binds you by law not to disclose to anyone what we are about to tell you,' he stated as he handed it to her. His words were almost comical but Paul's delivery was flat enough to suppress any humour she felt. After a cursory glance she scrawled her signature and dated the document.

'A year ago, an Indian scientist contacted your husband while at a cocktail party. The scientist offered to pass on details of a weapons program in return for monetary reward. Jeff passed this offer on to Australian High Commission officials. Being aware that he could not directly expose JetApps in attempted espionage, he initially refused to become involved. Eventually he allowed us to use his identity as cover for Stuart's trips to pick up the information on offer.'

'Why Stuart?' Danielle asked.

'He has worked for Foreign Affairs on prior occasions,' Clarke replied.

'What was the weapons program?'

Paul paused, before meeting her stare, 'Nuclear weapons.'

'Oh.' It was all she could think of. 

'Stuart would travel to India, pass on paperwork to JetAAI's sales manager on behalf of the real Jeff and then pick up the documents from the scientist. He would only remain in the country for 48 hours and would meet no one other than those two people.'

'Are you saying that my sales manager in India is involved?'

'Oh no, Stuart didn't...couldn't, pretend to be Jeff. He was simply a courier, Jeff's identity was simply used to gain access to the country.'

'Why couldn't he use his own identity or some bogus one that you created for him?' Danielle knew that her questions couldn't change the situation she was in, but she wanted to know why it was that Jeff had been targeted.

'Stuart can't obtain a visa for India for reasons we will not disclose.' Clarke sounded firm on this point. 'And it takes considerable time to develop a cover, and time was something we didn't have. Besides, the Indian party had contacted Jeff and so it was easiest to keep that facade going.'

'So what went wrong?'

'We don't know,' Paul said with a frown. 'At this stage Stuart has been detained, his passport confiscated, however the Indian police allowed him one call to the High Commission. They clearly don't know what is going on and so the quicker we can get him out, the less likely they are to find out what he is doing.' 

Danielle looked at the ceiling as she thought through the implications of what she was being told. Her mind was already racing through the likely outcomes of the forced acquisition of her share of JetAAI, the loss of business through the rest of Asia and whether JetApps could survive.

'What do you want from me?'

'We need you to travel to India tomorrow, and facilitate his release.'

'Facilitate?'

'We think that as the Indians don't know what is going on, they will eventually offer a release on some sort of bail or surety. We want you to speed up that process and meet that payment. We of course will pay the money.'

'A bribe?' She couldn't believe that her own government thought that they could pay bribes to get one of their agents out of a situation this serious. Bribes, or baksheesh as it was more commonly called in India, were a customary and normal part of dealings at all levels of Indian society. But nuclear secrets were not normal business dealings by any stretch of the imagination.

'Once he is out of police custody, we can get him out of the country, along with you...'

'If he disappears and breaks the law doing so, my company is ruined.'

'But you have influence in India...'

'Not that sort of influence...nuclear weapons, are you out of your mind?'

'But they clearly don't know that,' Paul retorted sounding exasperated. 'It may be a visa irregularity, or something of a similar nature. Your presence, as his wife and boss, will impress on the Indians to reveal what they are doing. You will have a contact in the High Commission who will act as a conduit to us.'

Danielle saw nothing but further disaster to be achieved by complying with their request. Already she was formulating an alternative plan which would involve her using her Indian contacts to find out what was known about Stuart and then if necessary exposing him as a fraud and strenuously and defiantly denying any knowledge about his actions. Some largesse would have to be spread around those with influence, but JetAAI and more importantly JetApps could weather that storm. However, an involvement in the attempted theft of nuclear weapons' secrets, in affect an assault on a cornerstone of modern India's national identity, could not be survived.

'Thank you gentlemen,' Danielle smiled as she stood up. 'I have no intention of accepting your request and if you will excuse me, I would like to freshen up after what has been a long, but gratifying day, meeting you notwithstanding. My husband will see you out. Farewell.'

She ignored their protests and the pleading look of her husband as she walked from the room towards the master bedroom, the click of her heels on the granite staircase masked the urgent murmuring of the voices of the men she had left behind.

***

The sound of the water streaming from the shower rose blocked out all other noises and let her concentrate on the situation in which she now found herself. She was absolutely furious at Jeff, not only for having allowed this harebrained scheme to take place, but to have not told her about it. The only regret she had about her plan was that it would leave Stuart totally exposed and facing a long spell in an Indian jail. But she now knew that he had done this sort of work before and she suspected that the government would work to get him free through a backroom deal of some description.

Sighing she shut off the water and stepped onto the thick bathmat. She blinked at her reflection and ran her hand through her pubic hair, noting that it was time to book in for a bikini line wax. She liked to keep herself neat down there. Danielle crinkled her small upturned nose at the slight droop of her breasts, one of the few signs of aging that she had noted. Her nipples, dark brown and the size of ten-cent pieces, still pointed straight ahead and her stomach was flat.

'Dani?' Jeff's voice sounded apprehensive from behind the door that he found to be locked. She had known that he would follow her to try and convince her to change her mind, so the unusual action of locking the door was a conscious one.

'What?'

'Can you open the door please?' She remained silent as she wound her hair into a white towel and rubbed moisturiser into her arms. 'I'm so sorry,' he added.

Danielle walked across to the door, flicked the catch open, then turned and returned to the mirror.

'God you're gorgeous,' Jeff breathed from the open doorway.

'Fuck off,' she replied, placing one foot on the edge of the basin so she could rub cream into her calf. There was no malice in her tone, just a simple warning that he needed to do more than throw some compliments to placate her.

'I'm sorry, but you are.' She caught his boyish grin from the corner of her eye but refused to be drawn. 'Look Dani,' his tone became serious, 'we have to help Stu...'

'We don't have to help anyone except my company.' Dani straightened and turned to face him, her eyes blazing with the anger she had kept suppressed. 'You have placed at risk everything I, we, have worked for and the jobs of nearly one hundred people here in Melbourne alone. On top of that, you hid something of monumental importance from me, your wife! That's a bigger fucking deal than the fact that you agreed to this bumbling keystone cops plan...'

'Dani, Stu's our friend...'

'He's a fucking spy Jeff, he knows the risk he takes.'

'We can't just leave him in prison.'

'Tell me this Jeff, will those pricks downstairs lift a finger to help JetApps as the Indians and every other Asian government dismantles us? Will they help protect us from destruction?'

Jeff didn't try to answer the question; its rhetorical nature was obvious.

'No, so I have to act first.'

'Okay,' he shrugged. He turned to go, then stopped and looked at her again. 'By the way, Naomi's downstairs, I'll let you tell her that Stu is stuffed.' He walked away before she could reply. An empty pit was opening in her stomach again.

***

It transpired that Naomi already knew what had been happening. The six-foot tall statuesque blonde with the strong, fun personality, quick wit and sharp intelligence now looked somewhat diminished as she sat on the sofa with her feet curled up underneath her. Red rings around her pretty blue eyes betrayed that she had been crying and the sight melted Danielle's resolve. Naomi was always strong and confident without a hint of arrogance. Dani liked her far more than she liked Stuart.

'Please Dani,' Naomi whispered, 'I know that you can get him out, I can't bear to think of life without him.'

'I don't know that I can,' Dani protested. 

'Of course you can, you're Wonder Woman.' Under different circumstances the reference would have set Danielle into hysterics. This evening's events had robbed her sense of humour however. Dani sat on the sofa beside Naomi and was surprised when the other woman threw herself into her arms and began to weep. Dani held her tightly and was glad that Jeff had excused himself some time ago. She lightly kissed Naomi on the head and rested her face in the mass of blonde hair.

'Okay,' she murmured.

'What?' Naomi asked

'I'll do it.' Danielle regretted the promise as soon as she said it. Her golden rule was to never agree to anything without having a concrete plan. Right now she had none.

'Thank you,' Naomi said, lifting her face that was now lined with mascara smudges. 'How can I ever repay you?'

'You bring the wine next time we all have dinner,' Dani quipped.

***

Jeff looked relieved but just nodded when she told him that she had changed her mind. He telephoned Clarke and Paul and passed on their thanks and stated that she would be booked on the flight to Delhi that departed the next night. 

They ordered take away and at her request ate it in bed. 

'Do you have any idea how much you owe me?' Dani asked after dinner.

'A lot,' he said, cradling her in his arms.

'Mmmm,' she replied, pressing her back against his chest. 'And you had better start now.' Danielle injected a note of suggestiveness into her words. Almost at once Jeff's hands began to roam across her body creating friction between the thin cotton nightshirt she wore and her skin. Danielle felt her nipples harden in response and as she squirmed against Jeff, feeling him harden against her back.

'Make me come with your tongue,' she murmured and helped him as he pulled the nightshirt over her head. She was naked underneath and rolled onto her back as he slid down the bed. Jeff's hands gripped the inside of her knees and parted her legs. Danielle offered only light resistance before succumbing and felt a groan of anticipation as Jeff's hot breath fell between her legs. His tongue darted wetly across the right thigh left her skin, then made contact again on her left thigh. She shivered and resisted the temptation to grab his head and force his mouth onto her. His nose nestled into her pubic hair and pressed lightly against her labia, further stimulating the dampness that was seeping from within her body.

Then his tongue flicked across her lips before he again kissed her thigh.

'Yesss,' she murmured as the intrusions between her legs increased in pressure and frequency. Jeff's tongue began to part her lips and his upper lip brushed against her clitoris as it extended from its hood. Then, without warning, his mouth clamped onto her clit, sucking it between his teeth and making her back arch as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Danielle exploded into orgasm and Jeff was unable to keep his mouth on her as she twisted in ecstasy and rolled away from him onto her front, breaking the contact between them.

The crisp cotton sheet felt soft against her skin, which was still tingling with post orgasmic bliss when Jeff ran his tongue from the back of her knee to her buttock. He nipped at the rounded flesh sending sparks through her and again making her squirm. All the accumulated stress of the evening's events had disappeared as Jeff crawled up and along her body, Danielle parted her legs to provide access. She could feel the full length of his hardness push along her inner thigh, then against the entrance to her pussy. They both stopped moving, Dani enjoying the moment before penetration, Jeff seeming to ask for permission to proceed.


Agent Provocateur Ch. 01



With the slightest movement of her hips, Danielle invited her husband to enter her, an offer he immediately accepted. His cock felt harder than normal as it slid in, his heat injecting pleasure through her body as he plunged his full length inside her. He stopped and they were locked together as one, but as always the need to move, to thrust and withdraw, took over and soon they were pushing their bodies together so hard that Dani thought she was going to end up bruised.

Jeff's mouth kissed her upper back, shoulders and neck and occasionally he would reach around and squeeze one of her breasts. Danielle climaxed again but this time there was no consideration of her sensitivity by Jeff who simply increased the weight of his body on her and continued to thrust into her scattering her thoughts to the ether as her mind was blanked by the intense sensations racing through her.

She felt Jeff's breathing grow ragged, the pace of his thrusting become less regular as he both raced towards his climax and fought to prolong the pleasure he felt inside her body. 

'I wanna come in your mouth' He dropped his head and groaned into her ear.

'Uh-huh,' she shook her head and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. 'Come in my cunt.' Very occasionally she would let him come in her mouth, but after tonight there was no way he was having that pleasure. She knew that her use of profanity would increase his pleasure and reduce his self-control. They had been at it for twenty minutes; she had experienced two orgasms and now was ready for their lovemaking to be over.

'Fuck my cunt Jeff, fill me with cum.' She felt him twitch inside her as he neared his end and felt a little thrill at the power she had over him. 

'Ohhhhhaaaahhh yessss,' escaped from him as he thrust in to the base of his shaft and Danielle felt the warmth of his seed as it leapt from his cock and smeared inside her. 

Thirty seconds later his rapidly deflating manhood slipped from her and Jeff lifted his weight from her and flopped on the bed next to her. He was still panting from the exertion and the knowledge that almost all the work had been on his part was somehow gratifying for her.

'Not bad,' she murmured the lie. It was the best sex they had enjoyed in a long time.

'Hmmm, thank you,' he replied. Danielle rolled on to her side to face him.

'You're not forgiven yet.'

'Yet?'

'Yet,' she acknowledged. 'I need to be able to contact you any time of the day and night while I am over there,' she added. Her post-coitus bliss was fading rapidly as she started considering the expedition she was about to embark on.

'Okay.'

'I don't trust Paul or Clarke,' she stated, 'so I expect that you will give them as little information as possible, short of lying.'

'They want to be involved in everything,' he protested.

'Make them contact you, don't contact them at all, work from the office as much as possible so we can keep them physically isolated from us.'

'But...'

'No "Buts". This is about you, Naomi, Stuart, JetApps and me. Whatever they want to achieve is of no consequence to me. And therefore to you. If you don't support me one hundred percent in this tell me now and I'll find an alternative way to get Stuart out.' Their eyes met and she saw the look of shock in Jeff's eyes as he realised that she would turn her ruthless business manner on him as quickly as she would any other competitor.

'Of course I do,' he agreed weakly.

'Good.' She felt sorry for him to some degree. 'I'm not saying lie to them, just don't volunteer anything, their agenda is not ours, that's all.'

'I understand.' His tone indicated that he did understand and Danielle drifted towards sleep feeling more secure about the new turn of events than she had an hour or so ago.



Agent Provocateur Ch. 02



Copyright Alexandra Lee 2006

'Mrs Price?' The bespectacled man in the blue uniform smiled to reveal a gold tooth from under a well-groomed handlebar moustache. Although not tall he was powerfully built and from the little she knew of the Indian police force, the array if gold on his shoulders indicated that he was a senior officer.

'Yes,' she smiled as she tried to hide her apprehension at being singled out in the long queue awaiting customs clearance. Several of the passengers turned to look at the exchange, no doubt grateful for something to alleviate their boredom. They had been waiting for over an hour, though Danielle wasn't complaining; on her previous visit the air-conditioning in Delhi's Indira Ghandi International Airport had been out of service turning the building into a sauna.

'Please, come with me, we can expedite you through customs.' At once a tall, thin police ifficer appeared and took control of her suitcase. She surrendered control to him, along with her passport, but retained the laptop computer that was slung over her shoulder.

'I am Chief Inspector Gupti of the New Delhi Police District.' The senior police officer walked briskly through the airport towards the administration area, with his junior officer trundling her suitcase just behind. Danielle had to hurry to keep beside her escort.

'Well Chief Inspector, may I inquire as to the reason behind the honour of such a greeting on my arrival? It is most unusual.' She noted many of those in the busy terminal stopping to watch the white woman being escorted by two police officers. 

'Certainly, once we are in my office,' he said. They walked the rest of the way in silence until she found herself seated opposite a desk piled high with yellow folders and papers. Photos of a man who was clearly not Chief Inspector Gupti indicated that this was not in fact the policeman's office. She was also aware that her suitcase had not made it into the office and she had no doubt that it was being very thoroughly searched.

'Mrs Price, we of course were expecting you and understand why you are here.'

'Of course,' she nodded and offered a small smile. 'My husband's arrest had caused me much concern...'

'No, no, no,' Gupti interrupted. 'Your husband has not been arrested; he is merely assisting us with an investigation and is in fact staying at the Hyatt Hotel.' This was news to Danielle but she kept her expression neutral.

'And how much longer will this investigation go on?'

'A few days, no more,' he said, showing her his palms and rocking his head from side to side. She knew that a few days in India could turn out to be two weeks. Or more. A shadow fell across the carpet as someone neared the glass-partitioned door and Danielle pretended not to notice the policeman's subtle nod to whoever was outside.

'We just wished to inform you that this is a routine matter and perhaps with your help it can all be sorted in a few days.' Gupti stood and offered her a business card, which she accepted. She offered hers in return.

'How can I help?'

'Perhaps you could accompany Mister Price when he comes to the police station tomorrow?'

'Of course,' she smiled. 'Is there anything else I can do?'

'No, no,' Gupti's gold tooth glinted as he smiled. 'We shall see you tomorrow?'

'Tomorrow it is.' They shook hands and the tall junior officer led her from the building to a waiting limousine. The forty five minute drive to the hotel gave her time to think through the implications of what had been said in the short interview, and more importantly what had not been said. Apart from the opportunity to search her suitcase thoroughly, the authorities clearly wanted her to know that she was known, was being watched and that people of high authority were interested.

The contrasts of India never failed to fascinate her. The crisp modern lines of New Delhi's newest building overshadowed run down slums where people in ragged clothing begged for a living. Limousines, such as hers', passed horse drawn wagons and forty-year-old cars that belched smoke and looked to be made of rust.

She was greeted with great warmth at the Hyatt and was not required to check in, instead being given a swipe card and led to the luxurious room where her husband was residing. 

She tipped her escort and the porter who followed close behind, a handsome and cheeky young man who kept his body language politely subservient but let his eyes wander voraciously. Danielle enjoyed the attention and met his stare with a faint smile.

Danielle was relieved to find the room empty. Stu, or Jeff as she would have to call him, was apparently out, where she did not know. The room was whisper quiet and again a stark contrast to the cacophony that were the streets of the city. Danielle quickly unpacked her suitcase, deciding that pessimism about the expected length of her stay was the best option. Unsure of how long she would have to wait for Stu's return, she flicked open her mobile and dialled in the number for Jeff's office in Melbourne. It was just after eleven in New Delhi and therefore just after half past three back home.

'Hello?' His voice sounded strained and she smiled grimly. The caller ID function on his phone would have warned him it was her and therefore he didn't identify himself when he answered. 

'Hello Richard,' she said, using the nomenclature she had chosen just in case her calls were being monitored. It was her reminder to Jeff of what she thought of his involvement in this.

'Hello Danielle,' he replied, 'I take it you have arrived okay?'

'Indeed.' She realised that she felt somewhat sorry for him having to wait in Melbourne for the news from her as it trickled through, and was grateful that they had made love and reconciled before her departure. 'I just wanted to check in and see if there had been any developments in the JetAAI proposal?'

'No, no change.' She could sense that he desperately wanted to be more personal. 'Ah, how is Jeff?'

'Oh, I'm not sure. He isn't under arrest, in fact were staying at the Hyatt, but he's out somewhere at the moment.' The impact on her visit of Stu not being in jail dawned on her as she listened to the silence the news had invoked at the other end of the line.

'Oh, well, that's great news. Does that mean you, I mean he, will be coming straight home?' 

'No, not quite, the police want to ask him, us, a few more questions tomorrow. I'll call and let you all know what is going on after that.'

'Yes, yes,' Jeff sounded distracted, possibly upset. Danielle wanted to get off the phone and re-compose herself before Stu returned.

'I'd best go,' she said.

'Okay, right you are. Thanks for calling.' Then the line went dead.

Danielle felt the effects of the long flight hit her then, so she ran the bath in the marble and gilt edged bathroom. She picked some clean clothes from the wardrobe, locked the bathroom door before stripping and slipping into the bubble filled bath. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together everything that had happened. There was only one bed, albeit a King sized one that she would have to share with her "husband."

She had expected to find him in jail and therefore have limited contact with him at least until his release. If she had been with Jeff, the real Jeff, he would have been in the bath with her right now, followed by a passionate session in that bed. She recalled the sensation of him entering her from behind just twenty-four hours earlier and felt a tingle. Her hands wandered down her body, brushing her palms across her nipples, which stiffened in response. She ran her fingers through what remained of the hair at her crotch. She had spent an hour before leaving Melbourne with her beauty consultant being waxed, a final pampering before she entered the lion's den.

The memory of Jeff's tongue inside her led to her pressing her fingers against her mons and gently stroking her clit. The spark ignited in her belly, the promise of pleasures to come and she increased the pressure of her middle finger, pushing downwards across her clit and parting her lips. She directed her right hand up and down her slit, slowly pushing deeper as the forefinger of her left hand began to draw increasingly faster circles across her clit. Her stomach muscles clenched and relaxed as the pressure built within her body, sending the water rippling up across her chest and occasionally exposing her nipples to the cool air of the room. All at once she gasped, water splashed over the edge of the bath and Danielle arched her back as she came. Her bottom slipped and threatened to send her under the water and brought her orgasm to a premature end as she regained her balance.

As her breathing returned to normal the thought that Stu might return at any moment entered her mind and all at once she wanted to get dressed and ready herself for his return. Within ten minutes of leaving the bathroom, refreshed and aglow, she heard the door open. The look of stunned surprise on Stu's face informed her that he had not known that she was coming and she couldn't help but smile.

'Hello,' she offered.

'Oh, ah, darling, I had no idea that you were coming over.' He was flustered, far more than she expected and she knew something was wrong. He closed the space between them and went to hug her, but she pushed him away and stepped back.

'Dani,' he protested, a look of alarm on his face. 'I know that this must be inconvenient for you, but you can't blame me for the mix up.' Something in his tone made her accept his next attempt at a hug. 'Follow my lead,' he whispered in her ear through her hair.

'Are you hungry?' She nodded, realising that in fact she was starving. 

'Let's go for a walk and grab something downtown.'

'Sounds great,' she said with a smile.

They left the hotel in silence caught a cab to the old market district. It wasn't until they were entering the maze of back street shops and seated themselves at a café full of bronzed backpackers that Stu began to talk. He believed that the police were suspicious of the scientist who had made contact, but were taking a wild stab that he was the contact. He knew that the hotel room was bugged and probably under video surveillance, as the police had taken him to the room and were picking up the tab in order to "relieve the inconvenience."

'How can you be sure that the room is bugged and we're being watched?' She wanted to believe that he was wrong.

'Because it is exactly how I would try and catch us out. Look, I believe that they have nothing. What's more, I believe that that they have nothing on their scientist, just suspicions all round and that they hope in the next couple of days we say something that will give them the lead they want.'

'So they are watching us all the time?' She was mortified that she had masturbated in the bath. 'I had a bath before you came back.'

Stu smiled. 'They'll love that.' He saw her embarrassment and his tone became reassuring, 'in all seriousness things like that will convince them that you have no idea that you are being watched.'

'Oh my God. I had no idea that this was going to happen. Are we being followed now?'

'Yes, but it is very discreet. More that they want to see where I go and who I meet rather than trying to listen to what we say.'

'Shit, then we need to be acting husband and wife all the time.'

'Yes.' They ordered some roti and a mutton curry. The aromas set her stomach juices flowing and she ate far too much too quickly. They discussed their situation in low tones until they were each happy with what was to happen the next day. Danielle found Stu's confident manner very reassuring and that him far warmer towards her than she was used to.

'You've never really liked me have you?' Danielle was a little surprised at herself for asking the question.

'I wouldn't say that,' Stu protested. 'If anything I may have been a little stand-offish because you've never really liked me.'

'Why do you think that I don't like you?'

'As far as I can tell, it was Jeff's bucks party.'

'The hooker?'

'Yeah, I figured you weren't too impressed and blamed me.'

Danielle smiled at his assumption. 'Look, Jeff didn't do anything and told me about it, I didn't blame you for organising it, that's the sort of thing that happens at a buck's party and you know what, even if Jeff had screwed her, I wouldn't blamed you.'

'Oh.' He looked puzzled. 'Then why were you so cold towards me at the reception?'

'Because that girlfriend of yours at the time...what was her name?'

'Shelley,' he said with a grimace.

'Yes her, she told me that she was dumping you because you tried to come on to my maid of honour.'

'I did nothing of the sort!' The surprise on his face told her that he wasn't lying.

'But she dumped you the next day.'

'Yeah, but it wasn't because of that.'

'Well why was it then?'

'Other reasons,' he replied quickly, glancing out onto the street. Danielle saw him blush and couldn't help herself.

'Well, why?'

'It doesn't matter,' he said. 'Look, we should be going.'

'Why?' Danielle reached across and placed her hand over the back of his. He looked surprised. 'Shouldn't a husband and wife, re-united at a stressful time, spend time together and relax?' 

'I guess so, at least we can talk fairly freely out here. Say, do you want to have a look around?' She nodded and for the next couple of hours they wandered the streets and alleyways of the bazaar until Danielle finally called it quits. The after effects of the long flight were catching up and she had decided that a couple of hour's sleep was needed.

'So why did Shelley dump you?' she asked during the cab ride back to the hotel.

'You don't want to know.' He sounded firm in his response but is simply piqued her curiosity further.

'I am way too curious now not to want to know.'

'Alright then,' Stu sighed, but looked out the window as he spoke. 'Shelley was a bit of a wild girl in bed, she liked dirty talk, videos and fantasies. The night before the wedding she blindfolded me and asked me to use a different name.' Stu fell silent for a few moments. 'It turned out that she didn't like the name and that was that.'

Danielle didn't need him to tell him whom he had fantasised about. His embarrassment and reluctance to tell the story made it abundantly clear. Danielle was aware that she had completely misread his apparent antipathy towards her and in fact, he was obviously attracted to her. And now they were play acting as husband and wife. She hadn't mentioned it at the café, but the thought that they would have to be seen to be physically intimate had entered her mind. She had decided that some make believe under the bed covers would have been sufficient, but this new revelation was going to make simulating sex even more awkward than she had imagined. 

'So why didn't you like me?' Stu's question broke through her reverie. 

'To be honest, I thought you were one of those men who get jealous of their best friend's wife.'

'More jealous of him than of you,' Stu smiled wanly.

'And now you have Naomi.' Danielle wanted to deflect the topic of conversation from her. The cab stopped at the entrance to the Hyatt and Stu paid the driver. 

'Before we go in,' she slipped her arm through his. 'We have to appear to have sex tonight...'

'I thought about that, but decided that we could get out of it if we're seen to have a fight over this situation.'

'No,' Danielle shook her head. 'If there appear to be tensions between us it may just lead the police to prolong this situation. If we appear relaxed and confident, and if as you say they are fishing, they will believe our innocence a lot quicker.'

'You're right,' he said, leading her away from a black Ambassador that had pulled up near them. 'Here come our friends now,' he murmured as two suited men clambered out of the car, studiously looking everywhere except at them. 'Darling, why don't you have a sleep and I'll go for a workout at the gym, then we can grab some dinner later?'

'Sounds wonderful,' she smiled, and it did. He moved towards her and their lips brushed and Danielle felt her heart skip a beat. She hadn't touched another man intimately since meeting Jeff, and although the kiss was hardly intimate, the message it was meant to convey to their watchers gave it an intimacy that she hadn't been ready for.

***

Danielle was woken at five thirty by the sounds of running water. Light spilled through the open door from the bathroom and she suspected Stu had wanted to warn her that he was back from the gym. She allowed herself the luxury of lying under the warmth of the covers, stretched a couple of times then slipped from the bed and shrugged a summer dress over her shoulders and smoothed it over her hips. 

She was sitting on a chair in front of the mirror brushing her hair when Stu emerged from the bathroom dressed only in a towel. For the first time in the eight years that she had known at him she took note of the muscled abdomen and strong chest. 

'Did you sleep well?'

'Yes, it was nice, how was the gym?'

'Good, very good.' 

Their conversation was stilted so she decided to take the initiative. She placed her hairbrush on the table as she stood and crossed the short distance between them. She ran her hand over his chest and around his neck, pulling his face to hers. He resisted at first, then let his mouth be led to hers. The kiss was chaste and Danielle took his hand and led him to the bed.

'Unzip me,' she said. Stu fumbled with the zip that she had only just done up, then she found herself shrugging the dress down over her hips. She was desperately conscious of being in her underwear in front of a man who was not her husband, and explained away the thumping of her heart to her anxiety.

She turned to him and again they kissed; another chaste meeting of their mouths. She pulled him down onto the bed as she sat, forcing her eyes to meet his as she pulled his towel free and dropped it on the floor. Then the covers were over them and Stu was over her, holding his weight on his arms as they kissed again.

'Turn the light off,' she murmured and he moved quickly to comply, plunging the room into near darkness. She had thought that the inability to see Stu would make the process of simulating sex that much easier, instead she found herself thinking that she was with Jeff, that she was going to make love. But Stu's hard body could not be mistaken for her husband's and when his tongue forced its way into her mouth she found herself meeting its thrusts with her own. They writhed under the covers until Stu rolled from her and onto his back. They had been at it for just over five minutes and could have realistically called the job done. 

But something in Danielle's mind made her follow him and slide her body on to his. Unlike Stu she didn't attempt to hold her weight off him and plunged her tongue into his mouth. She sat up, the sheet around her shoulders, and she felt his hardness. He was fully erect and the action of her sitting pressed his erection against the top of her buttocks and lower back. She stopped, looking down at him, her heart racing. Then she began to move up and down as though she was riding him, feeling his hardness as it rubbed through the cotton of her panties. The thought that Stu had become so hard as a result of the limited contact between them drove a wedge of excitement into her self-control. Danielle felt close to crossing a boundary that she had no desire to cross, so she sat heavily on his abdomen, lifted her face to the ceiling in an approximation of an orgasm, then dropped to the bed beside him, ensuring that there was no contact between them.

'That was good,' Stu said after they had lain in silence for a few minutes.

'Yes, I've missed it while you've been away.' They made no attempt to look at each other. 




Agent Provocateur Ch. 02



'Our, ah, dinner booking is for six-thirty, so if you want to have a shower, you may want to get a move on.'

'Good idea,' she agreed, leaping from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Under the water her brain raced through everything had just happened, from her kissing him to his erection to her excited reaction to it. Could they maintain the façade of being a married couple while not crossing a line into real intimacy? Did she really want to stop short of the line? She thought of Jeff and felt a little sick at what she had already done. In all their discussions before she had flown out of Australia, neither had considered that Stu might not be in jail.

***

After a couple of drinks they both relaxed considerably and dinner was a pleasant affair in the sumptuous surrounds of the Hyatt's Grand Dining Room. Danielle did most of the talking, bringing her "Sales Manager" up to date on the sale of part of JetAAI to AAI. By nine she was feeling tired again and when Stu asked if she wanted to have a cocktail at the bar, she declined and said she needed to sleep. She managed to get undressed and don her nightshirt while Stu completed his nightly ablutions in the bathroom, then he changed into his pyjamas while she brushed her teeth.

They lay side by side in bed watching the television until, no longer able to fight her tiredness, Danielle fell asleep. 



Agent Provocateur Ch. 03



Copyright 2006 Alexandra Lee

*

At nine o'clock the next morning a knock sounded at their door heralding the arrival of one of Chief Inspector Gupti's officers. They were driven in polite silence to Delhi police headquarters and met by the senior police officer himself who was beaming as though they were long lost friends.

'Welcome, welcome Mister and Mrs Price, I am so glad that you could come.'

Danielle couldn't suppress a smile at his congeniality and the pretence that they had any choice but to be here. 

'Mrs Price, this is Senior Sergeant Anwar,' he turned to a stocky female police officer who nodded curtly at her. 'If you could be so good as to accompany her and answer a few questions that would be most appreciated.' Danielle was caught off-guard by the idea that they would be separated, but nodded and accompanied the Sergeant.

The interview room was small and brightly lit with three chairs and a small rectangular table. Sergeant Anwar lacked the social graces of her superior officer and wasted no time at commencing the interview.

'Mrs Price, why did you feel it necessary to come to India so suddenly?'

'Because I heard that my husband had been arrested...'

'But he is not under arrest...'

'My government told me otherwise,' Danielle sharpened her tone to indicate that she did not like being interrupted. 'Naturally I was concerned and came to see what assistance I could give.'

'Did your government tell you why Mr Price had been interviewed?'

'No.' It was an easy lie to tell.

'Do you know why?'

'No, nor does he and we would very much like this matter to be cleared up. Perhaps you could enlighten me?'

'Mrs Price, your husband had contact with a leading scientist who is suspected of,' the policewoman paused, 'suspected of selling information.'

'Are you accusing my husband of being involved in espionage?' She tried to sound indignant.

'We aren't accusing anyone of anything at this stage,' the policewoman answered smoothly, 'just interviewing those who have been in contact with the scientist.'

'My company, JetAAI employs several leading scientists...'

'Yes, yes, we are aware of that, however this gentleman is not one of those employed by AAI.' Danielle felt that there was an implied threat in using the name of the Indian parent company rather than that of the subsidiary, but refused to be intimidated.

'Perhaps we should seek the services of a lawyer.'

'Perhaps,' Anwar replied non-committally. Danielle had to award her high marks on being unflappable. 'But the involvement of lawyers invariably leads to publicity and perhaps at this stage we do not want this?'

'No, I suppose not,' Danielle backed down. The interview lasted another ten minutes, largely covering her previous business trips; who she met with regularly and the nature of JetAAI's business. 

'Do you love your husband Mrs Price?' The question came out of the blue. Danielle had started to relax and thought that the interview was almost over.

'What? Yes, of course, but I don't see what that has to do with anything.'

'Of course, of course. And is your sex life...pleasurable?'

'How dare you!' Danielle was genuinely shocked and offended by the question.

'I'm sorry to ask,' Anwar said, sounding anything but sorry, 'but there are...rumours that this is not the case.'

'Well I'm happy to answer those rumours by saying that my husband and I love fucking each other!' Danielle felt a stab of victory when the policewoman flinched at the obscenity, guessing that quoting rumours was their way of letting them know that they were being watched.

'Is that all, is this interview over?'

'Um, yes, yes, thank you, Inspector Gupti will be in shortly.' Anwar fled the interrogation room and Danielle allowed a small smile of self-congratulations at getting to the policewoman. A short while later Stu and Inspector Gupti entered the room.

'Ah, Mrs Price, I am so sorry to take so much of your valuable time,' his head shook and his gold tooth sparkled. 'I believe that this matter will be resolved within a day or so.' He stood aside and indicated that they should leave, following them into the foyer and shaking their hands before ushering them into the care of the policeman who had driven them to the station. 

***

'So how was your interview?' Stu asked once they were back in the room. At first Danielle thought that they shouldn't discuss it while they knew that they were being spied on, but of course to do so would appear normal.

'She was tough, completely unfazed by me until the end.' Danielle recounted the line of questioning and her answers and listened to those asked of Stu. They had been parallel questions and Stu had provided similar answers to hers, particularly to the questions about JetAAI. Danielle realised that he was a good listener, having remembered the correct answers from her discussions over dinner the previous evening.

'Then she asked about our sex life,' Danielle added.

'What?'

'You weren't asked?"

'No,' Stu shook his head. 'What did she ask?'

'If it was good, because there are apparently rumours about us.'

'Really?' he raised his eyebrows.

'I told her how much I love fucking you,' Danielle told him, looking him right in the eye. 'What a pity she hadn't seen us yesterday before dinner, she wouldn't have had to ask then.'

'Ah, no,' he replied.

'Look, I don't want to sit around here all day, do you want to go shopping?'

'Nah, yesterday was enough for me. I might stay here and watch cable,' he said and flopped onto the bed.

'Okay then, I'll come back after lunch sometime.' She walked over to him and kissed him, allowing her lips to linger on his. As she walked from the room she thought back to how turned on as he had been during their simulated lovemaking. He had probably relieved himself in the shower, she thought, unless he thought that the bathroom was under surveillance, in which case he might not have had a chance to relieve himself. In which case he was probably feeling somewhat tense, she thought.

On her way out she dropped into the hotel's health spa and ordered a "Special Full Executive Stress Relief" massage pack. Feeling smug with herself after winning the final points from Anwar and for providing some sense of relief for Stu, who she had to admit to herself, was becoming more likeable each hour, she caught a cab to the up market shopping precinct.

***

Two hours later, clutching bags of purchases, she stopped outside their room. She was forced to put everything down to find the plastic card to unlock the door. Danielle pushed open the door and was about to call out for Stu's help when she heard a groan that was unmistakably one of pleasure. She froze, torn between wanting to leave, wanting to watch and not knowing what she should do as a wife. She had after all ordered the "Special" massage pack and was well aware the implications.

'You have such a big cock,' a heavily accented voice accompanied a second groan. Danielle slipped inside the door, holding her breath as she ensured it closed silently behind her. She tiptoed past the bathroom door and peered around the edge of the wall. A slender woman, garbed in a beautiful traditional Chinese dress knelt on the bed, knees drawn demurely under her. Stu was completely naked, though a towel lay next to his hip. The woman was slowly pumping his erection, which glistened with oil. Stu's hips rose to meet each of the downward actions of her small hand and Danielle watched in rapt fascination as the bulbous head of his erect penis appeared and disappeared into the tiny fist. She felt a flutter in her stomach and let the thrill of vicarious pleasure run through her. Stu gasped several times then a jet of thick white semen leapt into the air and fell onto his thigh. The masseuse continued her ministrations, milking several more jets from him until he was finished. Danielle thought she had been seen when the woman half turned to pick up a flannel and commenced to wipe Stu clean, revealing her beautiful round face and full lips. Danielle couldn't drag her eyes away from Stu's penis, which despite having come was still more or less erect.

'Oh, you are still hard,' the masseuse giggled.

'Yes, but that was very good.' Stu's voice sounded thick.

'You would like more perhaps?'

'Ah, no, no, my wife might be back soon.'

'Oh, okay, perhaps I go now?'

'Yes, that would be good.' Stu struggled to sit up and Danielle stepped back out of sight and crept back to the door.

'Thank you, that was very nice,' was the last thing she heard him say as she left the room, her heart racing. Danielle was glad that the corridor was empty as she stopped to collect her thoughts and the bags containing her shopping. With her breathing under control she simply knocked loudly on the door. 

She hardly had to wait when Stu, who was dressed in a robe, opened the door. The Chinese masseuse stood just behind him and Danielle saw just how perfect she was. Her complexion was flawless and her eyes had a dark, dreamy look that seemed to bore into her soul.

'Oh, I'm not interrupting am I?' she asked with a grin.

'No, no, we've just finished,' Stu replied. The woman smiled demurely. 'I believe I have you to thank for that?'

'Just thought it might help you relax,' Danielle replied. They stood aside to let the other woman leave.

'Thank you Mister Price,' she said with a small curtsy. 

'Thank you,' he replied with a broad smile.

'You gonna let me in?' Danielle asked and was gratified when he took almost all the bags from her. 'Was it a happy ending?' she grinned as the door closed behind them.

'Ah, what...'

'Its okay,' she smiled, 'I was in the room and saw it.' Danielle had already made the decision to tell him, so that those that were listening knew that there were no secrets between them.

'Oh,' he blushed.

'It was quite a turn on,' Danielle admitted, then reached over to pull him in for a kiss as he put her bags down.

'For me too,' he replied, obviously feeling somewhat emboldened by her openness and returned the kiss.

'Do you want to go and get some lunch?' Danielle stepped back.

'That'd be great, just hang on while I dress.' Danielle was caught off-guard when he dropped the robe, revealing his nakedness and picked out some clothes and dressed. Again her eyes wandered across his chest and his now slack penis. Things were getting interesting, she thought.

***

'I'm so sorry about last night,' Stu said as they ate.

'What?'

'About, you know, about getting hard.'

'Oh.' Danielle put down her fork and sipped from the bottle of water. 'I was flattered.' Silence fell between them as they thought through their situation.

'What are you thinking?' Danielle asked.

'Oh, nothing,' Stu lied unconvincingly. 'What about you?'

Normally she wouldn't have answered a question asked in response to one of her own without receiving an answer.

'That we need to do it again tonight.'

'Oh.'

'They have to see us as totally relaxed, and the best way of showing that is sex.'

'Pretend sex.'

'Um, yes, that's what I mean.' Danielle felt the blush spread on her cheeks. It was what she had meant, but the fact that Stu had heard a different meaning embarrassed her. They took a motor rickshaw and took a tour of the city, then went straight to dinner at the hotel. Unlike the previous evening she accepted the invitation for a drink and they spent some time dancing at the hotel's nightclub surrounded by a mixture of western businessmen and affluent Indians. 

'So tell me, have you enjoyed such a happy ending massage before?'

'Sure,' he smiled at her. They had retreated onto one of the hotel's balconies overlooking the pool.

'And what does Naomi know about it?'

'What happens while I'm away, stays away.'

'Really?' The statement didn't really surprise her. Naomi possessed a constant undercurrent of supreme sexuality. 'And what about her while you're away?'

'What?'

'What does she get up to while you're away?'

'Nothing.' The look on Stu's face betrayed the fact that he had never thought about it before now.

'Really? Or what happens while you're away, stays away?' Stu was looking a bit stunned and Danielle was suddenly concerned that she might be going down a path that could distract him from the serious roles they had to play.

'C'mon, dance with me again.'

Within ten minutes the look of concern was gone as they danced, then ordered more drinks. It was after one in the morning when they staggered into their room. Once inside Danielle kicked off her shoes, then threw herself into his arms with a giggle.

'C'mon Jeff,' she said, deliberately using her husband's name to ensure Stu knew that it was all about play-acting, 'let's get naked and make love.' 

Stu's kiss was open-mouthed and alcohol fuelled and Danielle met his tongue with darting movements of her own. She wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt and dragging it from his shoulders. Without thinking she lowered her head and licked his nipples as her hands wandered lower to release his belt and work his fly down. As she did so the material of his pants bulged outwards as his erection grew to full length. 

When Stu was standing in just his boxers, she stood and turned her back to him. Unbidden he lowered the zip on her dress and helped to draw it down over hips and she stepped clear of it. Stu lead them to the bed where he let her push him onto his back.

'Do you want the light off?' Stu asked, reaching towards the switches beside the bed.

'No leave it on,' she murmured, then reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She let it fall to the floor and revealed her B-cup breasts to him. Her nipples were rock hard and as she fell on top of him she rubbed them across his abdomen. With the alcohol in her blood giving her added bravado, she reached down and pulled at Stu's boxers. He lifted his hips from the bed and then he was naked, his erection pulsating at her. Determined to maintain the role-play, Danielle lowered her head to his crotch, allowing her hair to fall forward and obscure what she was, or rather wasn't, doing. Stu's shaft brushed her chin and cheek as she bobbed her head up and down to give the impression that he was in her mouth. She could smell his scent, his male odour and felt the dampness spread between her legs. Finally she stopped, sitting up to look at him and licked her lips. 

'Let's fuck,' she said and pulled the covers up over them. She started on top, deliberately rubbing his hardness against her belly. They kissed and gyrated against each other until Stu took over and rolled her onto his back and Danielle wrapped her legs around him, trapping his hardness against her. Their mouths met as Stu thrust against her, his hands reaching down to play with her breasts, which were visible now that the sheet had pulled downwards. Then suddenly he stiffened and Danielle felt the warmth of his seed as it spurted onto her belly and was smeared between their bodies. 

As Stu came down from his climax, Danielle could see the look of shame in his eyes at what had happened then he rolled away and flicked off the lights.

'Thanks Jeff,' she whispered.

'That's okay, thank you,' he mumbled in return. Danielle wanted to talk to him, to reassure him that it was in fact okay. But she wasn't sure how to do so without the conversation sounding strange to those who were listening. And watching. Without realising, Danielle fell into a deep sleep.



Agent Provocateur Ch. 04



He was inside her now, not just pressed between their bodies. Each time he thrust into her the top of his shaft dragged along her clitoris and sent a thousand needles of pleasure through her body. She couldn't see his face but could hear his ragged breathing in the darkened room, could feel his hands touching her body, caressing her breasts as his lips ran across her shoulder and neck. 

Stu pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up to raise her buttocks before plunging back into her. The pleasure rippling through her body was building and she knew that the release would be intense and she fought to hold it back, knowing that the longer she held her climax off, the more intense it would be. Stu's breathing was becoming louder and more ragged but now she was finding it difficult to breathe with her face pushed into the pillow. Danielle tried to raise her face but found she couldn't and began to panic, struggling to tell Stu that she was suffocating.

Danielle woke, startled in a sweat with her face pressed into the pillow. Stu lay next to her snoring in a deep sleep. The bedside clock told her it was just after seven. She looked at his peaceful sleeping face and suddenly wanted to be out of the bed that they were sharing, taking care not to disturb him as she did so. Despite being conscious of the cameras, or perhaps because of them, she made no move to cover up and padded into the bathroom in only her panties.

Danielle closed the bathroom door before flicking on the lights, squinting against their harshness. Her body was still buzzing with the side effects of the dream, which, she told herself, had been brought on by the side effects of the play-acting the previous night. Stu may have gained release, but she hadn't. One all perhaps.

She sat on the toilet and relieved the pressure on her bladder, also the product of the previous night's festivities. She questioned her motives for being so forward with Stu, brazenly stripping, the unnecessary simulated fellatio, the very unnecessary rubbing of Stu's erection on her stomach. Danielle felt flustered at her own actions, remembering the look of shame on Stu's face after he had come and the lack of contrition on her own part. 

She felt angry with Jeff, who ultimately was responsible for her being in this situation. She felt the guilt at her own lust and at the certain knowledge that had Stu attempted to enter her, she wouldn't have stopped him. 

The thought made her feel sick and she was forced to slide from the toilet and hang her head over the porcelain and throw up. Her retching was made worse by the smell of her own urine and she reached up to flush the toilet with one hand, her other trying to hold her hair clear of the spray of vomit. Her head was beginning to throb with the promise of a hangover, and once she was sure that there would be no more vomiting, she washed her face, cleaned her teeth gingerly and then crept back into bed.

***

By the time she woke from a dreamless sleep at half past ten Stu had showered and left a note telling her he'd be in the café downstairs. Danielle showered and dressed and wandered down to the café wanting to address the rumblings in her stomach and not too perturbed as to whether Stu would be waiting. It so happened that he was and he smiled broadly as she walked to his table. 

'Hello,' she offered.

'Hi, did you sleep well? You looked very peaceful this morning so I decided not to wake you.' His eyes darted to the right and a glance across the room told her that the two men at the next table were today's "shadows", as Stu had called them.

'Yes thanks, I slept quite well after last night,' she lowered her tone as she sat down, but not too low for their shadows to hear.

'Indeed,' Stu's smile faltered.

'It was a wonderful night, thank you.' Danielle beamed her best smile at him and met his gaze full on as she said the words. Stu blushed then offered her a menu as a waitress appeared.

Just as Danielle had finished breakfast and they were discussing what to do for the rest of the day, Chief Inspector Gupti appeared, his smile as wide as ever.

'Oh, I am so glad to catch you in,' he said.

'As always it is nice to see you Chief Inspector,' Danielle smiled warmly at him. Despite their situation she found herself warming more and more to the man whose job it was to catch her and Stu out.

'Would you like to come up to our room?' Stu offered.

'Certainly, certainly - order us some Chai,' he ordered his subordinate who scuttled off as they walked towards the elevator.

They had barely sat down when a trolley laden with tea and scones arrived. Pleasantries were exchanged as the waiter poured the tea and the Chief Inspector piled a scone high with jam and cream.

'It is a fine British tradition,' he joked. 'But of course, I must remember why I am here.' They waited expectantly as he munched down his first mouthful. 'Our investigation is more or less complete and your passport, and your laptop Mister Price, will be returned first thing in the morning. Feel free to book a flight home for tomorrow after nine if you wish. You are of course most welcome to stay in India for business, or pleasure.' Danielle wasn't sure but she sensed the Chief Inspector directed this last comment towards Stuart.

'Thank you Chief Inspector.' The note of gratitude in her tone came naturally.

'Your visas will have been extended for another twelve months courtesy of the Indian Government, as a way of apologising for the inconvenience as a result of this matter.' He beamed as he told them this news.

'That is wonderfully generous,' Stu offered and Danielle nodded her agreement. 

'Your business dealings are appreciated here in India, so we do hope that this small matter can be put behind us.' They sat in silence broken only by the sound of the china teacups on the saucers.

'So do you think my country will be able to overcome India in the coming cricket tour Chief Inspector?' Danielle secretly applauded Stu's choice of conversation; completely safe yet one that always connected Indian and Australian. For the next half-hour the two exchanged their views on the upcoming tour of India by Australia's cricket team. Danielle tuned out, her thoughts turning to the flight home and seeing Jeff again. Nothing had gone to plan since she had landed in the country, yet everything had turned out all right. She would need to discuss with Stu what he would tell Naomi. Permission to play around with strangers while overseas was one thing, but Danielle doubted that it would extend to her. She wanted to be able to tell Jeff everything because not too would make her outburst at him at keeping secrets exceptionally hypocritical. 

'It has been a pleasure Mrs Price,' the Chief Inspector's words cut into her thoughts. She smiled and stood as the men did, accepting in outstretched hand as she had at the airport.

'You have been a gentleman,' she replied with a smile, meaning what she said. He bowed, then was gone leaving them alone in the room.

'Thank God,' she breathed.

'Yes.'

'I'll call home and get our flights booked. You can go tomorrow if you want, I'm going to organise a meeting with the JetAAI Manager here and fly out the following day.'

'No, that's okay, I'd rather spend the time with you,' Stu smiled. Danielle felt a small stab of lust at the thought of spending two more nights with Stu. Then her guilt kicked in and she regretted not wanting to leave as soon as possible. If she were lucky, perhaps the Manager wouldn't be available.

***

She wasn't lucky. Stu went for a walk while she called JetAAI only to have the Manager agree to meet her for lunch the next day and discuss the capital transfer. She called Jeff and told him her plan.

'How's it all going?'

'Fine,' she replied, unable to say much more.

'How's Jeff, it must be a relief that you will come home together?' Danielle thought she could detect a trace of sarcasm in his tone and felt a stab of anger. Later she thought that it was probably only her own guilt feeding a sense of paranoia.

'He's fine, as always. Its been great seeing him again.' Danielle wished she hadn't said the words as soon as she finished uttering them.

'Good, that's good. Well, let me know if there is anything I can do to help with preparations for the JetAAI meeting.'

'Will do and thanks.' She hung up abruptly and looked around the room. She turned on the television but couldn't concentrate while her emotions churned through a mix of relief, guilt, worry and anticipation of going home. Deciding that she needed to vent some her tension she changed into her gym clothes and was pulling her running shoes on when Stu walked back in.

'Nice walk?'

'Yes, but it's so bloody humid out there I think I might lay in the bath for a while.'

'Sounds very relaxing, if you're there when I get back I'll join you.' For the second time that day she regretted saying something as soon as she uttered it. 

'I'll be a waiting shrivelled prune,' Stu replied with a smile that indicated he was joking. He closed the bathroom door and she heard the water running as she finished lacing up her shoes. 

As she completed her warm up routine, her attention was caught by the television. It was a program about the Karma Sutra, that most famous of Indian texts often used as an excuse for gratuitous nudity in the West. This was no exception, except that it appeared that it was locally produced. Male and female actors, dressed, semi-nude and nude adopted the poses made famous in the book while a female voice over seductively explained the purpose of each position and how it increased pleasure. 

Danielle sat transfixed, the lust that she had felt bubbling below the surface now building. About half an hour had passed when she heard the bathroom door open. At that moment a stunning woman and well-muscled man were wrapped around each other with their faces at each other's genitals. She heard Stu's sharp intake of breath but said nothing. 

'This position is comfortable for both participants, while allowing fingers and tongues complete access to the deepest recesses,' the presenter stated. At that point Stu emerged into Danielle's line of vision, obviously giving himself a better view of the screen. She saw his penis hardening, the bulbous head swelling and lifting. Stu reached down and gave himself a squeeze and Danielle felt her heart race. She must have moved because he suddenly turned to look at her, a look of shock on his face.

'Oh, sorry, I thought...' he mumbled.

'No, I was about to go, but this came on...' she had to fight to lift her eyes to his face. 'Come here,' she said, patting the bed beside her. Their eyes locked on each other, as though imploring the other to stop what was about to happen, then he crawled onto the bed and placed his back on the bed head beside her. 

On the screen the couple were now in a version of the doggy position, with his leg locked around hers 'to ensure deeper penetration and heightened pleasure, while increasing his stamina.' Without a word Danielle rolled onto her stomach and slipped Stu into her mouth. 

'Oh fuck!' Stu's hips jumped. Danielle worked his shaft furiously with her mouth, her tongue slavishly running his full length and her throat occasionally encompassing the bulbous head. He smelt sweet and clean being fresh from the bath, the faint smell of soap delightful to her nostrils. This was only the second cock she had sucked in her life and the thought turned her on immensely.

'Oh fuck, oh Christ,' Stu exclaimed barely two minutes after she had started. 'I'm coming!' he cried, his hips bucking. Danielle lifted her head, but kept her mouth wrapped around the tip then squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand. His come was warm and thick and by his third contraction had filled her mouth. Danielle lifted her mouth from him and let his come dribble onto his shaft, using it as lubrication to pump him to his completion with her hand. 

'Fuck that was good,' he whispered as his breathing began to normalise. Danielle was buzzing with the sense of power that she always felt when she went down on Jeff. The thought of her husband forced her to release Stu and slide of the bed, fleeing into the bathroom. She rinsed her mouth and washed her hand clean, studiously avoiding her reflection, before heading to the gym without saying a word to Stu.

Her workout was hard and furious, her anger turned into energy and directed at herself, Stu and Jeff. Why couldn't a man just say no, she wondered? She knew that if Jeff and Naomi found out what had happened, that they would both blame her more than Stu. Stu would be cast as the weak male, unable to stop himself in the presence of the seductress. It was the time-honoured way of laying blame for infidelities. But for her it came back to Jeff's culpability for placing his best friend, his wife and her company in harm's way.

Fuck him.

***

When she returned to the room and hour and a half later, Stu was gone. Danielle had been feeling anxious about confronting him so soon after what had happened, so she was thankful to find him gone. She showered and dressed and then headed down to the café for a late lunch while she caught up on some world news courtesy of The Times of India. She finished off a bottle of white wine through the afternoon and was feeling light headed in a very pleasant way when Stu suddenly appeared and sat down at her table. 

'I was wondering where you were,' he said. 

'Just enjoying lunch, a drink and the newspaper,' she smiled back. The events in their room had been eating away at her, and she had been dreading facing Stu again. But now, having consumed a full bottle of wine, his appearance didn't seem reason for concern.

'Look,' Stu began, 'I had a feeling you might be feeling bad about what happened, but I understand that you want to ensure that we keep up appearances, just in case...'

His voice trailed away and Danielle knew it was in response to the bemused smile she had been unable to suppress. She was unable to fathom whether Stu was being polite and giving her a way out; proposing an arrangement by which they could fly home and face their respective spouses, or whether he actually believed what he was saying.

'Are you okay?'

'Sure,' she nodded, 'just a little tipsy from the wine.'

'Oh, did you drink it all?' Stu looked surprised. She smiled that she had.

'Let's go get a meal in the bazaar, then come back here for a few more drinks.' Danielle stood as she spoke. 'If I have anything else to drink now I'll be passed out by six.'

They spent the next two hours enjoying a meal at one of the many basic, friendly restaurants in the bazaar, surrounded by backpackers. Afterwards they returned to the hotel and Stu commented that he could see no sign of the police officers that had been tailing them to now. Danielle could sense his relief and it made her feel even more relaxed.

After a couple of cocktails they ventured into the hotel's nightclub which again was crowded with patrons. The relief that their ordeal was almost over gave her a sense of freedom and she found herself teasing and flirting heavily with Stu. At first he seemed to hold back, but after he had consumed a few drinks he relaxed and danced closely with her.

Around eleven she found herself alone at a small table while Stu went to the toilet and then to buy some more drinks. For the first time in many years she found herself examining her life. Despite the problems she had faced over the past few days, Danielle found herself loving being in India and wondered if she could move here and take over the running of JetAAI herself and concentrate on the continued expansion into Asia, leaving the Australian operation to a manager. As Stu arrived with more drinks she realised that she hadn't thought about what Jeff would think about this idea, and was startled to find that she didn't particularly care. His carelessness had wounded her more deeply than she realised and he would have to accept her decision or...or what? Danielle dismissed the thought and enjoyed her drink. 

'Last dance, then I'm off to bed,' Stu announced, offering her his hand, which she took. The bouncy number finished and a slow number started up. As Stu started to leave she grabbed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

'Make this the last dance,' she breathed into his ear. Their bodies moved together and she imagined that she could feel the heat in his loins. 

'You know, I wanted to suck your cock today, it wasn't a show for the cameras,' she murmured into his ear. She felt his body tense and a small thrill passed through her as his arms tightened around her waist.

'Do you think that the cameras will still be in the room?' 

'Yes,' he replied.

'Then we should head up there now and ensure that they have no last minute reasons to doubt that we are anybody other than who we claim to be.' She leaned back and looked him in the eyes after she spoke those words, pressing her thighs against his.

'Are you sure?' Danielle thought Stu looked a little scared.

'Yes,' she mouthed.

The shuffled off the dance floor hand in hand and headed to the elevators. As the doors closed Danielle pushed Stu against the back wall and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth. Stu grunted into her mouth and kissed her back savagely. His hands grasped at her breasts through her clothes and they broke apart with reluctance as the elevator doors opened. 

Seeing that they were alone in the corridor, Danielle grabbed at Stu's crutch as he fumbled to swipe the key card that would give them access to their room. She could feel her own arousal grow at the knowledge that he wanted her so badly, then they all but tumbled into the room. Almost at once they were locked together again made their way to the bed, landing in a splay of arms and legs with Danielle on top. 

'How horny are you?' she asked.

'Very,' he replied. 

'Undress for me while I watch,' she said, sliding from him. Danielle couldn't believe how turned on she was feeling. It was a level of arousal she hadn't felt since she was a teenager. Danielle backed away from the bed and sat on the chair at the desk.

Stu unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, his shoes, socks and pants following. He sat on the bed, his excitement stretching the material of his boxers.

'Everything, please,' she whispered. He stood and lowered his boxers, his erection standing upright.

'Lie on the bed,' she directed and he complied, sliding over to make room for her when she crossed the room to sit next to him.

'Touch yourself.' She watched as he ran his fingers across the taut skin and the bulbous head. 

'The way you like it,' she added. His fingers wrapped around his girth and began to stroke up and down. Danielle squeezed her legs together and fought to remain sitting and watching. A small drop of fluid appeared at the eye and Stu's hand smeared it across the head before continuing.

'Are you close?'

'Uh huh,' he grunted.

'Can you come twice?' She dragged her eyes away from his self-pleasuring activity to his face. 

'If you help,' he grinned.

'I will, if you make yourself come for me.' She turned her attention back to his middle and the actions of his hand and wrist. She glanced at him once more, noticing that his eyes were closed, as his breathing became more rapid and louder. With a small groan he came, his come jumping from his body before splashing thickly onto his abdomen. She watched as his hand continued to milk his seed until his fingers and shaft were slick. She saw the tension leave his body and quickly moved to the bathroom, returning with a wet flannel. She wiped him down with small gentle movements, then before either of them had a chance to speak she bent down and took his flaccid member into her mouth.





Agent Provocateur Ch. 04



'Oh God, whoa, wait,' Stu gasped, struggling to sit up. 'I'm a bit sensitive.'

'You're not piking out on a second round are you?'

'No,' Stu grinned. 'Get naked,' he said as he levered himself into a sitting position. Danielle stood and unbuttoned her shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She untied the waist of the long hippy skirt and allowed that to pool around her feet before she stepped clear of it and went to crawl onto the bed.

'Everything,' Stu said. She stepped back, feeling a little self-conscious as she reached back to remove her bra. Her earlier bravado on the dance floor had dissipated somewhat now that she was about to stand naked in front of a man who was not her husband. As her breasts bounced into view she steeled her resolve, then with the barest hesitation she rolled the sides of her panties down her hips and slid them down her legs. 

'Still like me?' she said, standing and placing her hands on her hips.

'Sure do,' Stu said, patting the pillow beside him. Danielle slid onto the bed and lay down, her arousal growing rapidly as Stu pressed his naked body against her side. The contact of flesh on flesh was stimulating and she readily opened her mouth to accept his kiss. Stu's hand wandered across her body, exploring the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples, across her stomach as he ran his fingertips into and around her navel, before coming to rest on her thigh.

Their kiss broke apart and at once Stu began to follow the trail his hand had followed down her body. His tongue flicked at her ear, and then his lips caressed her neck at the point where it met her shoulder. She leaned her head back to give him access, her eyes closed as she savoured the detailed attention she was receiving.

Stu spent some time on her breasts, his tongue and lips caressing the hard tips of her nipples and his tongue swiping the soft and sensitive skin in the folds under her breasts. Then he moved lower and she found herself parting her legs in anticipation of what she knew was coming. His tongue lingered in her navel, driving her arousal higher and she was mentally willing him to hurry up. Danielle needed that first release.

Finally she felt his weight settle on the bed between her legs and his breath was hot on her sex. She was wet and she knew that he could smell her musky scent and was pleased that she had taken the time to get waxed before flying out of Australia. Then his mouth brushed against her and she shivered in expectation. Stu's tongue caressed the out folds of her lips, then his lips nuzzled against her clit, the contact against that most sensitive nub sending thrills though her body. His mouth closed over her and his tongue invaded her inner sanctum, probing into her wetness before withdrawing and lashing across her clit. Danielle's back seemed to arch of its own accord but she fought to ensure that she didn't lose contact with Stu's mouth. Her upper body writhed in pleasure and she heard guttural sounds emitting from her throat that she was unable to control. She had never experienced such pleasure from a tongue and mouth as she was experiencing now, and when the orgasm struck she felt the world was blanked out in an explosion of white that blocked her vision and deafened her ears. As the room swam back into focus she wondered if she had fainted or passed out, but looked down to see Stu still propped between her legs. As she looked he moved forward as though to continue his pleasuring, but she pushed her legs together as best she could to stop him.

'Too sensitive,' she gasped. He kissed her thigh instead. 'That was the best ever, and I mean ever,' she said, unable to suppress a giggle. Stu crawled up over her until they were face to face. His chin and mouth her glistening with her juices and she smiled into his eyes, reached up to pull him down on top of her and they embraced with a long slow passionate kiss. She felt his hardness probing against her thighs, and once she was sure she could stand the stimulation, Danielle parted her legs and raised her hips in a clear invitation, which he accepted without breaking their kiss.

Stu parted her wetness like a hot knife through butter. She met each of his thrusts with a push of her hips, ensuring he was buried deeply inside her with each movement. Often with Jeff she was ready for him to finish within a few minutes, with prolonged lovemaking leaving her dry and sore. But Stu had just given her the best orgasm of her life and she was ready for this session to last. 

Stu lifted himself to look down on her and increase the pace of his thrusting. Danielle continued to meet his thrusts while looking into his eyes. She could tell that his recent climax had given him the ability to maintain his tempo without nearing completion and the thought excited her further.

'Fuck me from behind,' she moaned. Stu pulled out of her and she rolled onto her stomach, lifting her behind to aid access. She shuddered as Stu's hardness pressed against her, then slipped downwards between her legs and across her abdomen as he missed his target. As he pulled back for another attempt she reached down and grasped his slick shaft, guiding it into her wetness, sighing as he plunged fully into her. They thrust together for a while until Stu lifted her into the doggy position, and then sitting on her knees, reaching around her to cup her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples while he remained buried fully inside her using small movements of his hips to achieve in and out thrusts.

Danielle delighted in the new position, with Stu's hard body pressed full length against hers, his arms wrapped around her upper torso, his face nuzzling her neck and the full length of his shaft buried inside her. Time stood still for her as he played with her, taking her to the brink before pulling back. Stu then guided her onto her side, with him still beside her and inside her. He was forced to separate their upper bodies and was lying almost ninety degrees to her, but this enabled him to thrust the underside of his shaft against her clitoris each time he thrust in and out. The sensation was exquisite and Danielle enjoyed a long drawn out climax, her stomach clenched tight as the contractions pulsed through her body. 

Stu stopped moving as she came, remaining inside her so that he too could share the pleasure as her insides contracted around him. As she came down from the heights of pleasure, he pulled free, rolled her onto his back and re-entered her in the missionary position. As before Danielle wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. They pushed against each other until Stu came, Danielle receiving no more warning than a small grunt in her mouth, then she felt the heat of his come inside her. Stu thrust as deep as he could and they remained locked together as he emptied himself inside her.

Given that it was his second climax within half an hour, he softened quickly, but they remained in place kissing softly until finally he slithered from her body.

'That was good,' she whispered. 

'Mmmm,' Stu replied, lying beside her. They fell asleep side by side, legs touching. 



Agent Provocateur Ch. 05



The next morning after breakfast, Stu proposed that they walk the relative short distance to the police station. By Delhi standards the humidity was relatively low so she agreed and they set off side by side. Danielle was enjoying the freedom she had discovered in letting loose her lust and finding a level of trust that she hadn't felt for anyone in some time. Jeff's betrayal had bought her to the realisation that she needed time away from him. Whether that meant a divorce she didn't know at this stage, but given the physical relationship she was sharing with Stu, she couldn't be objective about her needs.

'This afternoon I need to pick up the chip that contains the plans I was sent here to get.' Stu's statement was so matter-of-fact that for a moment Danielle didn't realise what he was talking about.

'You mean you have them?'

'Well I did, but I suspected that the police were following me so I handed them off.'

'I don't want anything to do with it, and I don't want you involving me at all...'

'You aren't involved, I am just telling you out of courtesy.' Danielle bit her lip, regretting the defensive nature of her outburst. Courtesy was something that had been missing from this whole adventure.

'The chip is with some contacts in the old bazaar, so it will be nothing out of the ordinary for me to go there this evening.'

'I'll come,' she said. 'You've been good to me so I'll give you that much help.'

'That'd be nice, we'll have dinner then go looking for some silk.'

'I love silk,' she added.

'We'll be asked to go to a shopkeeper's cousins place to see very good silks, you can browse, I'll make the pick up and then we'll head back to the hotel for the night.'

They walked in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

'I hope it's a night like last night,' she said. Stu didn't immediately respond.

'Look Dani,' his tone told her that he was about to place a damper on things, 'I hope you're not developing feelings for me, because I love Naomi...'

'Stop Stu,' she cut him off. 'Don't worry, I'm not falling for you or anything romantic, I'm loving the...' she was about to say sex, but changed her mind, 'loving fucking you, that's all. I'm the most relaxed I've been in some time, and tomorrow its over.'

'Oh, okay.'

'But I can't see how you can fuck me and other women by all accounts, and say you love Naomi.'

'You know, I was thinking about what you said the other day about what Naomi gets up to while I'm away.' Stu seemed to avoid the accusation.

'And?'

'I guess it is possible, and that she doesn't tell me, but I've realised it doesn't matter.'

'How can the knowledge that your wife is having sex with other men not bother you?'

'Might be having sex,' he argued. 'Because our relationship is great. Really,' he added seeing her look of disbelief. 'We have sex at least, and I mean at least, twice a week. And it is great, sometimes loving and gentle, sometimes its an up against the wall, spine tingling, no time for kissing, fuck.' The thought of Stu pinning the statuesque blonde to the wall sent a tingle through Danielle. 

'We hold hands when we walk, we always kiss each other goodbye in the morning, hello in the afternoon and goodnight before we sleep. No one has captivated me more, there is no one I want to spend time with more than Naomi.'

'Well why do you fuck other women while you're away?'

'There's a challenge, its fun, hell Dani, it feels good.'

'It does doesn't it.' They fell into silence again.

'Do you tell Naomi about it?' They had arrived at the police station and were stopped to finish the conversation.

'Sometimes she wants to know, it becomes part of the turn on for us, when we have down and dirty sex,' he smiled.

'Will you tell her about us?' His answer to this question was going to be fundamental to what she would tell Jeff.

'I don't know,' he admitted frankly.

'You need to make up your mind so I know what to tell Jeff.' He nodded.

'Will you ask her about other men?'

'No,' he shook his head. 

'Hypocrite,' she said with a smile. 'C'mon let's get our stuff and get out of here.'

***

There had been no last minutes hitches with the police. Danielle's meeting at JetAAI had gone exceptionally well from her point of view, with her manager indicating that he was looking for a big pay rise or was going to leave. It had solidified her plan of moving to India to live. She had agreed to the pay rise, but insisted that he only receive a six-month contract with options. That would give her time to make the arrangements and get settled before letting him go. The pay rise would cost little in the longer term and would ensure that he was happy and productive while he remained in the position.

They selected a café in the bazaar, but had barely finished when Stu said that they should get going. She sensed that he was feeling nervous and again took his hand as they wound their way through the small back alleys, offering a reassuring squeeze now and then and making him pause to look at other shops before they reached their destination. They had browsed for a couple of minutes when the shopkeeper asked if they would like to look at a larger quantity of fine quality silks. Five minutes later they were in a large room in the back that was filled with rolls and rolls of silks. Almost at once Stu was whisked away by a turbaned man, while five young and very beautiful women brought out displays of silks for Danielle. 

Stu had told her that they should remain an hour in case they were being followed, so she accepted some tea and seriously shopped for silk. Having selected and paid for several lengths, she was feeling bored after half and hour and decided to go looking for Stu. The women looked a little concerned when she began to walk towards the door where Stu had vanished. 

'Oh, no Missus Stu,' one began. 'We have many more silks...'

'No thank you, I'll go and get my husband now.' Her tone was firm enough to discourage further attempts to stop her, but their concerned looks puzzled her.

The door led into a darkened corridor and she had to stop to let her eyes adjust. In the silence she thought she heard whispered voices, and walked towards the last door on the right. It stood ajar and a small amount of light spilled from within.

Danielle was about to push it open when she heard the guttural moan of Stu that she had come to associate with his arousal. She hesitated and considered returning the way she came, but her own newly re-discovered interest in sex over-rode her sense of polite decency and she pushed gently against the door which opened enough for her to peer into the room.

Several candles that burned on a modest dressing table along the far wall provided the light that was spilling into the corridor. The aroma of sandalwood filled her nostrils, the pleasant by product of incense. In the centre of the room, between the candles and where she stood, was a double bed. Stu was lying on the bed on his back and above him a slender, naked, Indian woman, rose and fell in the unmistakable rhythm of sex. Danielle drew in a sharp breath as she looked at Stu's partner. Her skin was chocolate brown and glowed like satin in the candlelight. Her hair was thick and fell in a straight mass down to her buttocks, the closest Danielle had ever seen to reflecting what shampoo advertising always promised.

Danielle could only see the woman's face in part profile, but the perfectly shaped nose, and sculptured cheekbone combined with a strong but feminine jaw line gave a hint of a face that would not be out of place on the catwalk. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she rode Stu, and her full lips were parted as she tried to control her ragged breathing. Her breasts were small and very firm, with small dark nipples that pointed slightly upwards. She was exquisite and Danielle was surprised at her own appreciation of the woman's physique, and the growing arousal she felt. 

Watching, Danielle saw Stu begin to tense and she knew that he was close. Her knowledge of Stu's physical responses was something of a revelation to her; it had taken her some months to develop that level of intimate knowledge of Jeff. 

'You are close?' The woman's question was asked in a soft and heavily accented whisper. Stu smiled at her and nodded. Without a word the woman lifted herself from his body, revealing Stu's slick shaft that bobbed as it left her embrace. The woman reached for a small decorated glass bottle from the bedside table then poured a thick jelly like substance onto the palm of her hand. Reaching for Stu's shaft she covered him with the gentlest of hand movements which Danielle was pretty sure was not going to bring him to completion if that was her aim.

To Danielle's surprise the woman then positioned herself on all fours, the pink folds of her aroused sex pointing straight at the door. Stu kneeled beside her and they both watched as the Indian woman smeared the last of the substance from the bottle onto her puckered anus. Danielle felt her mouth open in shock as Stu then positioned himself behind the woman and placed the bulbous head at the woman's puckered entrance. He had one leg propped to the side to provide balance, which had the side effect of giving Danielle a good view of what was happening. 

Danielle shook her head. There was no way that Stu was going to be able to push himself in there, but she watched in a mixture of wanton lust and horror as he did just that, with the tightening of his buttocks the only real indication to her that he was inching forward. Jeff had once asked her to try anal sex, but she had refused the thought both unclean and painful to her. The gasps of Stu's willing partner seemed to indicate that the pain bordered on pleasure, and when Stu was finally fully inside her and began to thrust, it sounded as though the pleasure was very real.

It was over a minute later, the muscles in Stu's back outlined and his buttocks taut as he came. Almost at once he pulled free from her and flopped onto his back. Danielle started to move back into the corridor and as the scene inside the room disappeared she thought Stu had caught a glimpse of her.

A moment later she had returned to the silk warehouse and met the concerned stares of the women there with a knowing smile. She could see the looks of shock on their faces and then she asked if her purchases were ready. They were and by the time Stu had emerged she had paid for them and they escaped into the now darkened alleyways of the bazaar.

'I'm sorry about that, I should have warned you so you didn't have to see it.'

'On the contrary, I found it most...interesting,' she replied, smiling from the corner of her mouth at him.

'Oh.'

'This trip has changed everything for me Stu,' she continued. 'I allowed things to go as far as they did the first time because I was angry with Jeff.'

'Hang on Dani...'

'Hear me out,' she cut off his interruption. 'Jeff endangered my company and my reputation without telling me. He betrayed my trust and I have come to the realisation that I may not be able to continue with that knowledge.'

'What are you telling me Dani?'

'I'm going to spend some time by myself once I get home. That doesn't mean I'm going to divorce him, just that I need to see how I feel without him in my life. Because right now I'm not missing him and that is really sad. But maybe its just that the situation has been, to say the least, weird and that I might feel different once I get home.'

'I'm sorry Dani, I should've controlled myself more.'

'I don't think that would've changed anything Stu. This betrayal happened before I left Australia, what happened between us started out as a revenge thing for me, but turned into something of an exploration of...of my, I don't know, my desires?' She searched for a better word.

'Jeff's my friend, so I still can't help but feel guilt.'

'That's your problem,' Danielle said. She felt some annoyance that he was trying to make this about his feelings. 'At the end of the day I don't. My mind was toying with the whole separation thing before you came in my mouth.'

'Oh.'

'Your feelings are your problems and you need to deal with them before we get home tomorrow. What are you going to tell Naomi?'

'What are you going to tell Jeff?'

'Quite frankly it doesn't matter does it? Our separation is going to be about his betrayal of me, because that is what it is about. So if you don't want to tell Naomi, I won't tell Jeff.'

'Thanks,' Stu said the relief clear in his voice. 'But I am going to tell her, because I promised never to conceal anything that could impact our relationship from her.'

'I'm glad to hear it and I guess the fact that I'm about to separate from Jeff will make it easier for her to accept because we probably won't see much of each other once that happens.'

'Why not?' Jeff asked.

'Because Jeff is your friend so you will see more of him.' She could see him open his mouth to protest, but he said nothing as he realised that she was probably right.

***

'Does anal sex feel better that the real thing?' Danielle asked as they stood on their balcony sipping at some white wine. The afternoon had brought a rare breeze to Delhi that had cleared most of the over powering smog and left the night cooler and clearer than normal. The cacophony of the traffic below was a suitable backdrop to the chaotic twinkle of lights that covered this most paradoxical of cities. They could see the flicker of flames in the shantytowns not far from the bright illumination of skyscrapers.

'What?' Stu asked, almost choking on his drink. 

'Well, I don't know, if you want to do it, it must feel better. I always thought it was for gay men.'

'God you've become frank haven't you?'

'You've been something of an education actually.'

'Thanks, I guess,' he shrugged.

'Well?'

'Well, I hadn't expected to get together with Mahdi, so we didn't have any protection, so it was a safe way to...well you know.'

'Okay. But that didn't answer my question.'

'Its different, so I can't say that its better or not.'

'Do you prefer a woman's mouth then?' Danielle was becoming aroused and wanted the topic to continue.

'Depends on the woman,' he replied with a smile.

'And whose is your favourite?'

'You want me to say yours is, don't you?'

'Probably.' Danielle felt herself blush and was glad that they were outside.

'I taught Naomi so she is by far the best.'

'Taught her, how, at the Stuart Fosdike School of Oral Sex?'

'I told her what I liked and she was happy to do it.'

'Fair enough,' Danielle smiled. 'I always found it hard to talk about sex, let alone lying there giving a partner instructions.' She giggled self-consciously.

'I'd never have guessed it,' Stu admitted, 'even before these past few days.' He grinned at her and then held up his empty glass. 'I'm getting a refill, d'ya want more?'

'I do,' she grinned suggestively. He ignored the innuendo and disappeared into their room. Danielle watched the mass of taxis and motorised rickshaws jostling for position on the huge round about below the hotel. A cow stood in what would have been the fast lane back home, unfazed by the mass of vehicles as though aware of its sacred status.

'Here you go.' 

'Thanks,' Danielle accepted the proffered glass. She took a sip, savouring the crisp liquid. 'I'm planning to move to India and concentrate on the business here.'

'Ah, the romance of India has bitten another westerner.' There was more than a trace of cynicism in his tone.

'Do you call what we've experienced in the past week romance?'

'Touche,' he replied.

'There are great opportunities here, both in business and for me anyway, personally. You know, when Dad died I was thrust into the company and that became my life. I've suddenly realised that I need to get out more!' They both laughed and Stu raised his glass.

'To new beginnings then.'

'Thanks.' They stood in silence for a while. 'How do you think Jeff will take it?'

'Badly,' Stu said frankly. 'He worships you...'

'No he doesn't,' she scoffed.

'Yes he does,' Stu said with a quiet confidence that made her believe him. 

'He'll be shattered, but if you do come over here, the distance may be just the tonic he needs to get over you.'

'Oh, thinking about that already are you?'

'No, but April in accounts will be.'

'What?' April was a recent addition to the office staff, a newly graduated accountant.

'She'll be offering her condolences within a week.'

'What?' Danielle was shocked at Stu's assessment of her employee.

'Didn't you know that she's made several passes at Jeff?' Stu asked incredulously.

'No.' 

'Oh.' Stu looked across the city as though unwilling to offer more information.

'She's attractive too isn't she?'

'Yes.'

'Why the fuck didn't Jeff tell me?' There was anger in her tone. Was this another betrayal that she was discovering?

'I don't know,' Stu said, 'honestly,' he added seeing the look of disbelief on her face.

'Do you know if he fucks around when I'm away?' 

'I don't think he would, but who ever knows?' Stu kept his tone light, wanting to soothe her anger. It worked.

'Naomi does,' she said with a smile.

'Yeah, but we're different.'

'So it would seem.' Danielle's thoughts raced away to how the past few days had stood her life on her head, and how the man she had promised to love through sickness and in health, for the rest of her days, seemed to have suddenly become of almost no importance to her. Deep inside she knew that this wasn't the result of recent events but that it was the resolution of a process that had started with her father's death. She felt sorry for Jeff but couldn't bring herself to feel guilty what she had done with Stu; the Indian saga had been no more than a catalyst.

'Would you fuck me here on the balcony?' she suddenly asked.

'What, now?'

'Yes please.' She placed her wineglass on the small table, then hitched her skirt up and pulled her panties off, throwing them onto a chair.

'If I didn't know you better I'd think you were a slut.' Stu didn't move as he spoke, so Danielle unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open to reveal the swell of her breasts encased in their bra.

'Well come and treat me like one, we'll make it a race to see who can come first.' She walked to the railing, pulled her skirt up to expose her buttocks, then placed both her hands on the railing while pushing her bum out suggestively. 

He moved then, placing his glass next to hers, then struggling to undo his fly. She looked back and felt her heart skip when he pulled his shaft out, already fully erect. Stu grabbed Danielle's waist with one hand, and with the other guided himself into her. There were no niceties; he simply slammed his full length into her so that their bodies slapped together. With each thrust Danielle rotated her hips backwards so that her clit rubbed along his shaft. She knew that she had the advantage in that he had come only a few hours ago, never the less it was close. 

Not wanting to let him know that she was close she bit her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood, the ripples of pleasure arcing through her blurring her vision. With the sounds of shouting, horns blaring and brakes squealing she came with a long drawn out shudder. Her stomach felt as though it was folding in on itself and she was only vaguely aware of Stu's pulsating gland as it pumped his seed into her. 

As soon as he had finished he pulled out of her and was standing in his previous spot, drink in hand. Danielle smoothed her skirt back down and re-fastened the buttons on her blouse.

'Wow,' was all she could manage.

'You wanted to be treated like a slut,' he smiled.

'I think you were far too nice,' she smiled back.

***

The airport was packed with travellers arriving and it seemed as many departing. They had cleared through the Qantas ticket counter and were about to enter the Qantas Club lounge when two men and two women, all dressed in suits, stopped them.




Agent Provocateur Ch. 05



'Mister and Mrs Price?' the oldest of the four asked. He was quite tall and wore a pencil thin moustache. He was too thin to be considered handsome but struck an impressive figure none the less.

'Yes,' Stu responded.

'We are with security,' he said, flashing a gold badge, 'could you accompany us please?'

'What's this about?' Stu demanded.

'Just a couple of questions and then you should be on your way.'

'I'd like to see your identification please,' Danielle demanded. A thousand butterflies had suddenly taken flight in her stomach.

'Certainly.' The shorter of the two women spoke and offered her badge. Danielle looked blankly at it, knowing that the ease by which it was offered was enough evidence that it was genuine. She handed it back and saw several other passengers staring at their predicament.

'Please, if you would accompany us...?'

This time they said nothing and followed the officials. Danielle noticed that the two women fell into step with her while the men shadowed Stu. A short distance from the lounge they entered an administrative area via way of a door secured with a keypad. Once inside Danielle and Stu were separated before they could react, each ushered into separate offices, her in the company of the two female officers.

'Please be seated,' the second woman spoke. Danielle looked at her as they both sat on opposite sides of the desk. She was fairer of skin than many Indians and had suffered from acne at some stage in her life that had left her cheeks pitted and scarred.

'What's going on?'

'Mrs Price,' the woman began without any introduction, 'who is the man you are with who claims to be your husband?'



Agent Provocateur Ch. 06



Danielle admitted nothing in the hour of interrogation that followed her apparent arrest. She managed to become indignant and finally, once she realised that the flight home had departed, demanded access to the Australian High Commission. That request was denied, however she was left alone for a while.

She had no idea why they had been re-arrested, whether something new had arisen that had aroused the Indian authorities' suspicions, or whether this had been part of their plan all along. Whatever the reason, they had missed their flight and their new hosts were nowhere as hospitable as Chief Inspector Gupti had been.

After ten minutes the door to the office was opened and she was escorted further in to the maze of offices. They emerged somewhere underneath the terminal and she was ushered in to the back seat of a black sedan with darkened windows, her two female associates seated on either side of her.

'Where is my husband and where are you taking me?' she demanded. 

'You are being taken to a holding cell pending further questioning...'

'On what grounds?' Danielle felt a combination of anger and fear and let the emotions combine in her words.

'National security grounds Mrs Price. We can detain you for seven days without charge.'

Danielle opened her mouth to protest before realising that there was nothing to say. She felt sick.

An hour later she was driven though several back streets and alleyways and into the grounds of a small house. She was led into building, then taken to the rear of the house and through a keypad locked door. At this point her hosts issued several orders and paperwork was passed back and forth with the two new guards, one male and one female. As soon as the others had departed, she felt a tension leave the air.

'Hello Mrs Price,' the female officer said, offering her hand. 'I am Corporal Nayana Desouza, and this is Lance Corporal Benji Nuttani,' she indicated her male companion. Danielle shook the corporal's hand but noted that Benji didn't offer his. Instead he let his eyes roam up and down her body, then turned and entered the small office where images flashed on a television. He turned up the sound and Danielle could hear an Indian pop song blaring out.

'Please come,' the Corporal requested. Her holding area consisted of five rooms: the office, a kitchen, a toilet and two crude bedrooms, one for her and one for her captors.

'I am sorry about the standard of the accommodation Mrs Price...'

'Danielle, or Dani, please Corporal Desouza.' Danielle had decided that this woman could be won over, and that if she was facing seven days here an ally was needed.

'Oh, and please, call me Nayana.'

'Nayana,' she acknowledged with a bow of her head. Despite the shapelessness of the coarse material of Nayana's battle dress uniform, Danielle could see that she possessed a slim figure, and that the severity of the bun into which her hair had been pulled and the lack of make up did nothing to hide her attractiveness. 

Danielle's room contained a mattress on the floor, a metal table and chair that were bolted to the concrete floor and a ceramic wash basin and water jug. A few hours after she arrived, a change of clothes and several changes of underwear arrived, taken from her own luggage. She spent the next two days alone with her captors. On the third day she was interrogated for three hours in her room.

As her interrogators departed there was a heated exchange with Benji. He had still not acknowledged her other than catching him twice trying to watch her wash in her room using the jug and basin. She wondered what Stu was going through and guessed that it was far worse. She was probably being held to isolate him, to prevent word getting out that they had been arrested. If he eventually broke and told them who he was and what he was doing, she suspected that she would be treat as his accomplice. She also knew that it would mean the end of her business and her dream of living in India.

***

During her fourth night she was awoken by a cry of pain. She lay still, willing her breathing back under control. The silence closed in around her and she was about to go back to sleep when she heard another, quieter cry. Uncurling her form from the mattress she stood and edged her way into the corridor. A few steps later and she was outside the other bedroom door where she could hear noises.

She peered around the doorjamb and froze in shock. Nayana lay on the mattress her battledress top gone and her shirt open to expose her breasts. Her uniform trousers were bunched around her left ankle. Between her parted legs was Benji, fully dressed though his pants were bunched below his hips. It wasn't this sight that shocked Danielle, it was the sight of the long knife that Benji held and was pressing against Nayana's throat. His hips thrust in small violent movements, each forward thrust clearly causing some pain to Nayana.

Danielle felt revulsion rise in her throat and ran back to her own room to grab the ceramic water jug. Returning, she stepped into the other room and saw Nayana's eyes flick towards her involuntarily. Benji saw the look too and turned, revealing the snarl on his face. He started to stand but his pants hindered his agility and Danielle got there first, swinging the jug as hard as she could into his face. 

The jug didn't break but connected with a loud, hollow thud. Benji collapsed silently onto the floor and made no further movement. Both women looked at him, waiting to see what would happen, then Nayana began to cry. At once Danielle moved to her side, grabbing the sheet from the mattress to cover the other woman. She held her close and stroked her hair. They sat like that for a while then Nayana spoke.

'I must get dressed.'

'Do you want me to leave?' Danielle looked with concern at Benji's crumpled form.

'No, not yet.' Danielle turned away to let Nayana dress, which she did quickly. Danielle marvelled at Nayana's composure as she then removed the knife from Benji and secured his wrists in a pair of handcuffs. They left the room, closing the door behind them which Nayana locked. They walked to the kitchen and sat down.

'Thank you Dani,' Nayana sobbed.

'Are you okay?' Danielle had wanted to ask but wanted Nayana to speak first.

'Yes, yes, he had, he had just...just started.'

'I'm sorry this happened. We, you, have to call the police.'

'Ha!' Nayana looked angry at the suggestion. 'They will do nothing, in fact they are more likely to arrest me.' She looked at Danielle and offered a wan smile. 'It would be the end of my career.'

'Oh.' Danielle had heard stories like this before but had forgotten where she was for a moment.

'Stay here please,' Nayana said and left the kitchen to head towards the office. Danielle made two cups of tea and offered one to Nayana when she returned. The Indian woman smiled her thanks and accepted the hot liquid.

A short time later there was a knock at the door. Nayana stood up so suddenly she almost knocked over the tea. She returned in the company of four severely dressed women who wore very serious looks. A rapid exchange of words took place in Hindi and one of the women kept looking at Danielle. Nayana clearly was not happy with whatever they were saying, but eventually nodded her agreement. The five of them walked towards the bedroom then reappeared dragging the still unconscious form of Benji. She heard the coded door close, then Nayana reappeared.

'What are they doing with him?' Danielle asked. 'Who are they?'

'They are from an underground women's collective. They do justice when they can to men who...who rape women.'

'Oh. What sort of justice?'

'It is different sometimes.'

'With Benji?' Danielle had the feeling that she had just sentenced someone to death.

'He has done this many times, to other women in the Army. He has never been charged. This time they will take him away, and soon they will come for you.'

'For me?' Danielle was alarmed.

'Yes. They will tie me up and it will look like Benji took you away.'

'I can't run Nayana, it will make me look guilty and I'm not.'

'If you are here,' Nayana said looking into Danielle's eyes, 'you are guilty.'

'Shit.'

'They can help you get home.'

'Nayana I own a business here, if I run it will be ruined.'

'No, if you escape you have chances. If not, you will stay here a long time or go to jail.'

Danielle felt a sense of hopelessness overwhelming her. After having held her emotions in check for the past three days she finally lost control. She dropped her head and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. The sobs were welling up within her when she felt Nayana's arms slip around her shoulders. She leant against Nayana and cried for a while, allowing her emotions a short period of free reign. 

Nayana's hands soothed her by stroking her hair and cheek. It was when Nayana kissed away the tears on her cheeks that a new range of emotions took hold. The other woman's lips were soft against her skin and at first Danielle didn't move or react, unsure of whether there was more to the meaning of the contact than just comfort. This was answered when Nayana cupped her chin and turned her face towards her own. Their lips met in the softest kiss Danielle had ever experienced. The lust that bubbled up from within her almost scared Danielle but she kissed Nayana with a ferocity that ensured that there was no mistaking her intent and desire. Their tongues danced against each other, moving across lips and chins, into one mouth then another. Danielle had never kissed another woman but knew right now that she wanted more.

She stood, taking Nayana's hand in hers before leading her to the second room. She began to unbutton her own blouse, uncertain how Nayana may react if she reached for her battledress top. Instead Nayana reached out with her long brown fingers and brushed Danielle's hand aside, smoothly undoing each button in turn, her fingertips brushing against the tingling skin of her breasts.

Danielle reached up and worked the knot of Nayana's bun loose, allowing the mass of black hair to cascade down her back. Looking into Nayana's liquid brown eyes Danielle felt a lump in her throat. 

'God you're beautiful,' Danielle's voice cracked as she spoke. She moved to assist Nayana as she removed her blouse, then reached out and fumbled with the battle dress buttons. When they were both standing in the bras they took turns in brushing their fingertips across the tops of their breasts, shoulders, arms and stomachs. Then they kissed, slowly and sensuously as they simultaneously unclasped each other's bra. For the first time in her life Danielle felt the softness of another woman's breasts as Nayana's soft flesh was released against her. She pulled back from the kiss to look at the large round nipples that adorned Nayana's pert breasts. Danielle cupped one breast, then the other, enjoying the firm but soft skin and the sensation as they dimpled under her fingers.

Nayana's nipples were hard under her thumbs and she squealed softly when Danielle pinched and rolled them with her fingers. Then she took one into her mouth, running her tongue across the hard point and the aureole before sucking the whole thing into her mouth. Nayana's breath left her in a sigh and the Indian woman ran her fingers through Danielle's hair and across her back. Danielle stood and they kissed again and she found herself wanting more. Nayana's pink tongue flicked out and caressed Danielle's nipple, circling the circumference, flicking across the tip and sending tingles through Danielle's body. She sucked the nipple into her mouth and her tongue and lips caressed it in a way that none of Danielle's lovers had done before. 

With her mouth still attached to Danielle's left breast, Nayana directed them onto the rough mattress where she allowed her mouth and tongue to explore Danielle's body. Danielle felt her juices begin to flow in anticipation of what was to come. Her lover's tongue trailed across her stomach and into her navel, then Danielle lifted her hips to allow Nayana to slide her panties down over her hips to leave her naked.

Nayana's hands were the hands of someone who regularly engaged in manual labour with calluses on the palms. But her fingertips were soft and traced patterns on Danielle's thighs as her tongue teased her as it traced upwards from above the knees to the inside of her thighs. Danielle found herself yearning for the touch of Nayana's tongue, yet wanted the teasing to continue to help build her arousal.

'You have so little hair.' Nayana's breath was warm against Danielle's wet outer lips. When she had been waxed, Danielle could not have even fantasised that she would find herself lying on a lumpy single mattress in a dingy windowless room, with a naked Indian woman about to go down on her.

The first contact was no more than a flick of the point of Nayana's tongue across the tip of her enlarged clit. But it set off a thousand sparks through her belly and Danielle felt an involuntary moan escape. Then Nayana's lips caressed hers, fingers parted her outside lips and then the longest tongue she had ever experienced slid into her like a snake. Danielle exploded in orgasm her back arching and she felt the air expelled from her lungs in a thin, high-pitched squeal. 

Nayana refused to let up, her tongue swirling into Danielle, then out and flicking rapidly across her clit while her mouth clamped over her. Danielle looked down and felt that she was being drawn into the liquid brown of her lover's eyes, the whites appearing brighter than she remembered, Nayana's brown skin a beautiful contrast to her own pale thighs.

Danielle's second climax was less severe but every bit as enjoyable as the first, welling from the pit of her loins and rolling up through her body like waves on an incoming tide. Danielle threw her head back and let the sensations crash through her, grinding her pelvis against Nayana's mouth until at last her body went limp.

Nayana sat up, her hands resting on Danielle's leg.

'Oh my God,' Danielle gasped. 'That was amazing.' Danielle sat up and without hesitation leaned forward and they kissed. Danielle found the taste of her own juices a little bitter but wanted desperately to thank her lover for what she had just experienced. Her hand reached down and she cupped Nayana's breast, rubbing the hard nipple with the palm of her hand.

Determined, Danielle guided Nayana by the shoulder so that she was lying on the mattress, her long thick hair a dark halo on the lighter coloured material. Danielle smiled at the other woman and they kissed again, before Danielle kneeled and tugged Nayana's panties down and removed them. Nayana's pubic patch was jet black, thick and full. Danielle ran her fingers through it, tugging playfully at the curls with her fingers roaming deeper with each caress. Finally her fingers made contact with flesh and as Danielle parted the hair she saw Nayana's outer lips were mottled brown and were slightly parted to reveal her moist pink inside. Danielle felt a flutter in her belly as she touched another woman for the first time, marvelling at the way the lips parted further as she pressed her fingertips down.

Nayana's hips moved upwards to meet Danielle's pressure so she stroked her fingertips along the length of the slit. Nayana moaned as Danielle's fingers brushed across her clit, which was swollen but still hidden under its hood. Danielle began to explore her lover's anatomy, rolling the skin from the clit with her right hand while her left hand rolled the clit between thumb and forefinger. Nayana began to buck and her eyes fluttered wildly as she reacted to the stimulation, so Danielle slid her middle finger as deeply as she could, turning it upwards to press against the sensitive upper wall of her vagina.

Nayana began a low wail that was almost a moan as Danielle simultaneously rubbed her g-spot and her clitoris. She kept this up for almost five minutes, enjoying the enveloping heat that surrounded her finger and realising why men so liked to be in there when they got the chance. 

'Lick me please Dani,' Nayana begged. Danielle moved between Nayana's open legs, releasing her clit but keeping her finger inside. She could smell Nayana before she tasted her and found the other woman's aroma dusky and not as bitter as she thought after having tasted her own juices. In another first, Danielle planted her tongue across the swollen bud and began to lash it, sliding her forefinger alongside her middle finger and re-commencing the stimulation of the g-spot. 

Nayana's writhing and moaning were building rapidly and her constant movement made her think pubic curls tickle Danielle's nose. But before she had a chance to think that she might sneeze, Nayana came against her mouth with a cry of passion. Danielle held her fingers still but sucked Nayana's clit between her lips, enhancing her climax. 

As Nayana's breathing returned to normal, Danielle crawled up the narrow mattress and they wrapped their arms and legs around each other, kissing each other gently, stroking their hair and smiling at one another. The intimacy of the moment was broken by the sound of urgent knocking at the door. At once they flew into action, sorting their clothes and dressing as fast as they could. 

The women from the collective had returned and were prepared to escort Danielle to safety. She had to go, but was reluctant to leave Nayana without thanking her for her freedom, and for what they had shared. 

'Give me a minute,' she told her rescuers, who looked impatient but respected her request. 

'Nayana, I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me today.' A plan was forming in Danielle's mind. 

'Nor me for saving me...' Nayana added. She sat on the mattress, her hands tied behind her back.

'Nayana, I will return to India soon, I promise. How can I find you?'

'There is no need...'

'I have a need to employ security that I can trust. I trust you.' She looked into Nayana's eyes as she spoke. 'How can I find you?'

Nayana hesitated then told Danielle an address. 'That is the address of my father, he will be able to find me.'

'I will see you soon.'

'Perhaps,' Nayana replied sounding unconvinced.

Ignoring the stares of the women's collective, Danielle grabbed Nayana and kissed her on the mouth, holding her close.

Nayana squirmed away, but smiled shyly.

'I will see you then,' she replied in a whisper. 



Agent Provocateur Ch. 07



Danielle found herself unceremoniously layered in Indian styled women's clothing and bundled into the back of a waiting car driven by a young man who didn't look at either her or her two companions. 

After thirty minutes of driving through winding back streets and alleys, the car pulled up outside a line of ramshackle houses. Not a word had been spoken during the drive but once they were inside one of the houses, chatter in Hindi broke out amongst her liberators. 

From the rear of the house and elderly woman approached her and gave her a broad, toothless smile. Her face was badly scarred and Danielle guessed that they were burns. Despite the horrific disfiguration the older woman's eyes twinkled.

'Welcome.' Her voice was raspy with age.

'I don't know how to thank you enough,' Danielle offered a smile.

'There is no need, we are all part of the sisterhood, and your actions in saving Nayana are thanks enough.'

Danielle bowed her head in gratitude.

'We have limited resources to get you out of the country...'

'There is no need for that,' Danielle interjected. 'If I could be taken to the Australian High Commission I will be able to get home.'

'Of course, that is simple then.'

They shook hands, then Danielle reached out and grasped the older woman in a warm embrace. Twenty four hours ago she had wondered what was to happen to her, now she was about to return to the sanctuary of her government, which in no small way was responsible for getting her into the predicament that she found herself.

***

After two hours of sitting in the waiting area of the High Commission, she finally was escorted into the bowels of the building to meet a "trade" attache. His office was bare apart from a desktop computer, a large map of India and a fax machine.

'We have been somewhat concerned about you Mrs Price,' the attache began.

'Not as concerned as I have been. Has there been any talk from the Indian government about my subsidiary here?'

'Ah, no, not that I am aware of.' The question clearly caught him off-guard. Danielle was no longer concerned by her own safety; her focus was now on the survival of her business interests.

'And Stuart?'

'Well, we were hoping that you might have news...?'

'I've heard nothing since we were arrested.'

'Well, according to the Indian police, you weren't arrested...'

'For God's sake,' Danielle interrupted, 'it wasn't the police, it was some sort of intelligence team. I was held under guard by people who appeared to be from the military.'

'Military intelligence then eh?'

'You tell me!'

'Makes sense and explains why the police don't know about your arrest. It is also good news in a way, as military intelligence won't want to admit to your escape, so they won't admit to your arrest either.'

'Good, then get me home on the next flight...'

'Ah, can't do just yet.'

'Why not?' Danielle was becoming increasingly annoyed as the stilted conversation went on.

'Because we need to find Stuart.'

'What's that got to do with me?'

'You probably know where his contacts are, better than we do.'

'I don't know anything...'

'I understand that you accompanied him on his last meeting.'

'So?'

'We'd like you to return there and see if you can find out anything about him.'

'Why don't you go?'

'Because his contacts don't know who we are and won't trust us.'

'They don't know who I am either...'

'But they know Stuart trusted you.' The looked at each other in silence, contemplating their next words.

'I am known to Indian authorities, I can't risk getting arrested again. I'm not leaving this building without diplomatic protection.' They attempted to stare each other down, and Danielle felt a small stab of victory when the attache looked away with a sigh.

'Okay, we'll give you a diplomatic cover, but you have to try and make contact with Stuart's contacts.'

'You really want what he's got, don't you?' Danielle knew that they were taking a huge risk by giving her the diplomatic cover she had asked for. If the Indian intelligence services had any concrete evidence and arrested her, it would spark a major scandal.

'Yes,' he shrugged. 'You'll go in disguise, you have the right build and hair to pass a cursory examination as an Indian.' He stood up and offered his hand, which Danielle shook. 

***

The smog filled air was darkening as she stepped from a cab in the old bazaar. She was dressed in a fashionable yet not too expensive Salwar Kameez and the skin of her hands and lower arms, neck, face and ankles had been darkened. She almost didn't recognise herself in the mirror. 

Now she stood near where Stuart had taken her the night she had watched him making love to the Indian woman. He had been making love to her, not just having sex, and she felt a stab of compassion for Naomi. Whatever the arrangement was between Stu and Naomi, his making love to the same woman here in India would not have been part of the deal. 

Danielle had reflected on this apparent deal a number of times. She had realised that if Jeff had asked her for a similar arrangement she would have been offended and hurt. Yet she had turned around and had sex with Stuart, and now Nayana, without his knowledge and most recently without hesitation. And yet she knew she could go back to Jeff and slip into her life with him without a second thought. It was hypocritical and she knew it. The reason she could not have tolerated a reciprocal arrangement with Jeff was because she couldn't trust him not to become emotionally attached to other women. That is what the danger was to her, not the physical attraction and sex. 

Without having to think too hard Danielle found that she had re-traced her steps to the silk merchant. Taking a deep breath she entered the small shopfront, to be greeted by one of the women from whom Danielle had purchased several expensive silks.

'Hello,' Danielle ventured, noting the slightly startled look of the shop assistant at the Australian accent.

'I'm not sure if you remember me from a few days ago, I was here with...' she was unsure what name to use, 'my husband. He had business out the back and I purchased some beautiful silk.'

'Yes, yes.' The woman looked alarmed and seemed to hesitate before saying, 'please wait,' and disappearing into the back of the shop. Within minutes the burly shop owner appeared, bustled past her to stare in both directions along the street, then returned to take her by the elbow.

'Where...?'

'With me please,' he urged. She complied and allowed him to lead her through the warehouse and down the dark corridor to the back of the shop.

'Mister Stuart was here three days ago,' he said, 'but he has gone somewhere safe. I will contact him and find out what to do with you.'

'I need to speak to him.' Danielle was startled to hear that Stuart was free.

'No, it is too dangerous. Please wait.'

He left her in the same room where she had watched Stuart have anal sex with the Indian woman. The thought sent a buzz through her belly and she silently chastised herself for such thoughts and feelings given the situation. She realised that her sexuality had broken free over the past week and that in that sense, she would never be the same again.

'Mister Stuart has sent for you,' the burly shopkeeper said when he reappeared ten minutes later. Again she was taken by her arm and led to an alleyway at the rear of the warehouse where a battered Ambassador stood belching smoke. She surmised that the driver was one of the shopkeeper's sons as she climbed into the back. Danielle was pressed into the seat then thrown forward as the car lurched forward. Settling into the seat she looked at her driver and realised that not only was he not a he, but it was the girl she had seen Stuart with. Her hair was drawn very tightly back into a bun.

'Hello Mahdi,' Danielle spoke. The flicker of the woman's eyes at her in the mirror was the only acknowledgment that she had heard.

'Do you love Stuart?' These words elicited a startled turn of the head.

'What does it matter, he will not leave you.'

'Perhaps not,' Danielle mused.

'Do you love him?' The question startled Danielle and she looked up to see the curious, and beautiful, dark eyes of her driver inspecting her in the mirror. She had been put on the spot now.

'I'm not his wife,' she admitted. 'His wife lives in Australia...'

'So you are another mistress?'

Danielle was about to deny the title with a laugh, then realised that in reality she was. Both her and this Indian girl had shared their bodies with Stu, knowing that he loved his wife. She offered a small smile and nodded.

'So do you love him?'

'No,' she shook her head at her driver. 

'I do,' the driver shrugged. Danielle was about to speak when they pulled up abruptly outside a small bungalow on the edge of New Delhi. 'He's in there,' her driver pointed. Danielle climbed from the car.

'Do not tell him that I love him,' her driver said before accelerating away. It was almost completely dark and Danielle hurried towards the front door, which was opened before she could knock.

'Hello dear,' Stuart said with a smile. Unable to help herself she smiled back and they hugged warmly. There was the smell of curry in the air and she realised she was starving. It must have shown on her face as Stuart asked her if she wanted to eat.

As well as Stuart there were two other men in the bungalow who she was not introduced to, nor did they speak to her. 

Over dinner they told each other their stories, Danielle laughing to hear that Stuart had escaped simply by jumping from the car that was presumably taking him to whatever safe house they had earmarked for him. He told her that they would have to remain in the bungalow for the night, his protectors were not willing to move in the dark, especially to the High Commission.

'What about the chip?'

'I had it concealed...in me. They didn't find it. This time I'll hand it to the Commission.'

'Thank God for that then.' Danielle still felt apprehensive about what the final outcome would be for JetAAI, even if she made her escape. Perhaps without either of them in custody and no evidence of the chip, then what she had been told at the Commission would happen. She knew that there was no chance that JetAAI would ever get Indian Defence contract work however.

After dinner another man arrived and the first two local men left. He was introduced as Satchin, the owner of the bungalow. Satchin was tall, elegantly dressed and a strong jaw framed his boyish good looks. He wore his black hair stylishly unkempt with a long fringe and in Danielle's estimation would have been at home in the movies. Unlike the two men who he had replaced, Satchin was open and friendly towards her. At one point, when Stuart went to the toilet, Satchin told her that Stuart had refused to go to the High Commission until he had heard what had happened to her. The revelation stunned and to some degree, embarrassed her. She had been ready to fly out of India and leave Stuart to his fate, yet he had been prepared to risk his own safety in order to find her.

***

There was only one bedroom in the bungalow, and only one bed in that room. Stuart offered to sleep on the floor but she dismissed the offer by drawing him to her. They kissed, their bodies pressed together in the humid heat of the darkened room. They undressed slowly, kissing and exploring each other until finally they lay on the bed, Stuart on top.

Danielle parted her legs and he pushed into her, a driving wedge of heat that threatened to send her into a climax almost straight away. She wrapped her legs around his hips and trapped him inside her.

'Satchin told me that you could have gone to the High Commission a few days ago but didn't because of me.'

'Did he?'

'Mmmm,' she replied as he pressed his mouth to hers. She loosened the grip on his hips and allowed him to thrust in and out of her a few times. The lust burning in the pit of her belly wanted to let him continue, but she fought the raw emotion and trapped him deep inside again.

'Is it true?'

'I guess.' The expression on Stu's face told her that he was keen to get on with the sex and less of the talking. She decided that they could finish the conversation later and loosened her grip again.

'Fuck me then,' she whispered. Stu obeyed, re-commencing his eager thrusting, the passage of his shaft smoothed by her juices that were pooling liberally between them. Danielle began to match his thrusts, lifting her hips to draw him deeper and pushing her clit onto the top of his shaft as he pulled back.

Stu's body stiffened and he stopped thrusting into her momentarily and for a moment Danielle thought he was about to come, which given her own state of arousal would have been very disappointing. Instead he slid fully into her, leant down and placed his lips next to her ear.

'Satchin's listening to us outside the door.'

Danielle ran her fingernails lightly down Stu's back. They had tried to be quiet, and in fact she was pretty sure that they had been, but the lack of internal doors in the bungalow reduced the privacy one could otherwise expect. An image of Satchin's cheeky grin flashed in her mind and Danielle found herself becoming more aroused at the thought that he was standing outside their bedroom listening to them.

'Keep fucking me,' she whispered into Stu's ear. Again he began his slow thrusting, and again she matched his thrusts. She pictured Satchin leaning against the wall, his eyes closed as he strained to make out the noises from within the bedroom. She pictured him with a bare chest, his brown skin smooth and his dark nipples hard. In her mind he was caressing his bulge through his loose cotton pants and at the thought a moan escaped her. In the dark silence it sounded loud and Stu responded by thrusting faster. 

'He'll like that,' Stu murmured and his encouragement elicited another moan. With each inward thrust she allowed the air in her lungs to escape with a soft moan, wanting to provide a back beat to accompany Satchin's self pleasure. The thought was too much for her and with a groan that was louder than she had intended she came, eyes closed and arching her back, her hands and legs trying to pull Stu into her body. Waves rolled through her and a white noise blocked out the sounds that came from her throat.

'Go to him,' Stu whispered as she came down from her climax. He was still deep inside her and began to thrust in very small movements, enough to re-kindle her lust without over stimulating the raw and throbbing nerves in her pussy.

'What?' Danielle tried to sound shocked, indeed she was, but her heightened arousal was such that at that moment she was willing to do anything.

'Bring him here,' Stu whispered. The hoarseness in his voice betrayed his lust and Danielle came again, the unexpected orgasm catching her completely unawares.

'Oh fuck!' She cried out, writhing in ecstasy, her gyrations pulling Stu free from her. Before the throbbing between her legs had subsided she slid from the bed and walked, weak-kneed, to the doorway. As Stu had told her, Satchin was just outside and jumped, clearly startled as she appeared in the doorway. She was equally startled to find him completely naked and with an erection bigger than any she had seen before. His erection was so big, she guessed about ten inches long, that it bowed slightly in the middle and the tip pointed downwards. 

She caught him moving his hand away from it and knew that he had indeed been stroking it while he listened. Danielle dragged her eyes from his member to his face, seeing the whites of his wide-open eyes in the darkness. Maintaining the initiative she stepped to him, reaching out and taking his wide girth in one hand while she placed the palm of her second against his chest. Beneath his smooth skin that was warm with a light covering of sweat she could feel his heart hammering in his chest. It mirrored her own and she tried to soothe them both by beginning to pump the huge shaft in her hand. 

She tilted her head up towards his and invited him to kiss her, which he did with tenderness that surprised her. The kiss was somewhat awkward, his breath tinted with the aroma of cinnamon, and Danielle thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her boldness clearly excited Satchin and he turned towards her, his hands sliding down to her waist. She allowed Satchin to pull her to him and pushed his erection down and stood on tiptoes to push it between her legs. 

Like a child sliding down a banister she began to rub her wet slit along the top of his shaft, her hands on his shoulders as they kissed. Satchin's hands rubbed her sides and back and then ventured upwards to grip her breasts. His hips were moving in small jerky movements as the wetness from between her legs lubricated his long shaft. Danielle was scared by his size, but wanted him inside her regardless.

'Dani?' Stu's voice was soft but cut through the intimacy she was enjoying with Satchin, reminding her that she had started her sex session with another man. She was suddenly full of self-doubt about the prospect of sharing herself with two men; she had never had a sexual experience with more than one partner. But then again, until the previous night she had not had a sexual experience with another woman. Much had changed.

She slipped from Satchin and saw the look of disappointment in his eyes change to surprise when she reached down to take his length into her hand. She led him like that into the bedroom, enjoying Stu's wide-eyed expression as he saw Satchin's length. Stu was still hard and the prospect of these two men filling her with pleasure almost made her sick with excitement. 

Danielle hesitated when she reached the bed, unsure of what to do next. Stu took over; standing so that she found herself sandwiched between two naked bodies, Satchin's hardness pressed against her back, while Stu's probed her thigh. Stu's tongue invaded her mouth as Satchin devoured her shoulders and the back of her neck, his large hands cupping and spreading her buttocks. Stu's hands raked down her sides and he slid one between her legs to cup her sex. His finger began to flick across her clit and her body trembled at the contact. At the same time Satchin began to caress her opening near her anus, the tip of his finger probing into her. She pushed back almost imperceptibly and Satchin thrust his finger fully into her. 

'Oh fuck,' she moaned into Stu's mouth and both men increased their tempo. The climax, her third, ripped through her and both men were forced to hold her upright so that she didn't fall to the floor. The pleasure was so intense that she thought she had passed out and was vaguely aware that she had been placed on the bed. Satchin entering her from behind as he drew her hips upwards and slid into her in one smooth movement rudely interrupted the warmth of the afterglow. 

'Oh Christ,' she muttered as his length penetrated her, and his width stretched her, ending sparks racing into her belly. There was no pain as he entered her, indeed the ease with which her body consumed him surprised Danielle. She pushed up onto her elbows to give her leverage to push back against Satchin. She looked over her shoulder at him, brushing her hair to one side to watch his beautiful smooth body as the pushed into her. The muscles in his abdomen rippled with each thrust and his chest was hard, the muscles in his upper arms tense as he gripped her waist. 

Danielle was glad that she had come three times and was as wet as she was. The look on Satchin's face told her that had she been drier and tighter, he might not have lasted very long. Stu took her lifting her head as an invitation and sat on the bed, moving in front of her, his legs parted with one outside each of her arms and his penis pointing upwards at her face. The feeling of wanton lust consumed her again and she did as he wanted, lowering her head and taking him into her mouth. Danielle felt that she had to stretch her lips more than normal and wondered if Stu's erection was bigger and thicker than she had remembered or if it was only in her imagination. She worked her mouth up and down his length, feeling the spittle dribble from the corners of her mouth down along his shaft. With each upstroke she swirled her tongue around his head, then plunged down until the tip was compressed into the back of his throat. 




Agent Provocateur Ch. 07



There was no warning when Stu came; he simply exploded into her mouth as she plunged him into her throat, giving her no chance to avoid the salty fluid. Danielle was unable to do anything but gag, pulling her mouth from him and coughing the thick fluid from her throat and spitting it onto Stu's abdomen. Stu meanwhile had grabbed his shaft and was pumping himself as he came, his head thrown back and he collapsed awkwardly onto the bed. 

Satchin didn't miss a beat, continuing to push into her all the while. Danielle could feel Stu's come strung between her lips, but could also feel another orgasm coming and was concentrating on riding it out without losing Satchin's manhood from within her. She looked back at him again, knowing that Stu's come must make her look completely sluttish. His dark eyes met her gaze and the fire that burned in their liquid depths was enough to send her over the edge. She moaned and buried her head into the bed cover, the pleasure that released from her belly rolling through her and renewed with each continued thrust by Satchin.

Finally she could take no more and twisted away from him, flopping onto her back. Stu had slid from the bed and was sitting in a chair on the far wall, watching them, his fingers working at his still flaccid member. 

'Oh Dani,' Satchin said, stoking his glistening member. 

'I can't not there,' she said, then crawled towards him on her stomach. Satchin was still on his knees and she looked up at him when her face was inches from his cock. She opened her mouth as their eyes met and Satchin pushed forward, brushing her lips with the head, then guiding the head into her mouth. He was huge and it took her mouth at full stretch to get him in. But she couldn't take more than about three inches before she felt her gag reflex, so instead she wrapped her hand around his shaft and worked her lips and tongue around the head. 

Satchin began to groan, his abdomen muscles tensing and releasing as he savoured her mouth on him. Then she felt Stu's weight on the bed and he reached up and pulled her mouth from the other man.

'What...?' she began as Stu manhandled her onto her back, with her head off the bed so that it dropped over the side. Satchin seemed to understand at once and leapt from the bed, kneeling beside her so that he could slide into her mouth again. In this position she found that she could take almost half his length into her mouth, then she felt Stu's weight descend upon her as he entered her. After Satchin's girth Stu felt considerably smaller and she knew that there was no way she would come anytime soon. 

Satchin's groaning had transformed into a low growl, while Stu's mouth had worked from her breasts to her neck to her ear, where he was breathing raggedly. Their animal noises, combined with being pinned down by two men both excited and scared Danielle. But the excitement overrode her fear and she found herself grunting against the cock in her mouth and pushing against the cock inside her. 

Satchin's low growl turned into a gasp and alerted her that he was about to come. Thankfully he pulled back from her throat and she pushed her tongue up to stop the downward movement of his first spurt. His huge size was not an indicator of the amount of come he could issue and for that Danielle was grateful. His climax lasted barely fifteen seconds then he pulled his cock from her mouth, dropping from his knees onto his haunches. 

As soon as Satchin had moved back, Stu pulled Danielle up onto the bed. Her mouth still held Satchin's come and when she saw the wild look in Stu's eyes, she pulled his mouth to hers and pushed as much of the semen as she could into Stu's mouth with her tongue, holding his head in place when he tried to pull away.

After his first attempt to pull away, he surprised Danielle by plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth and drawing Satchin's come into his own. Then he grunted, and with their lips still locked together he came inside her, a short, sharp climax that was over very quickly.

Stu rolled off her, panting and they lay side by side staring through the dark at the beams on the ceiling.

Danielle moved first, propping herself up on one elbow and noting that Satchin was gone.

'Thank you,' she whispered, reaching out to caress Stu's chest.

'What for?' he murmured.

'The wildest thing I've ever done in my life.'

'Oh.' He sounded sleepy so she leaned over to kiss him. He met her lips warmly.

'Are you falling for me?' she asked.

'What, why would you say that?' There was no denial in his response.

'Because you endangered yourself to wait for me, because you seem to really like having sex with me...'

'No, I'm not in love with you,' Stu interrupted. His tone was soft. 'I love Naomi. But yes, you are great in bed and I know that I was part of the reason why you ended up in trouble and therefore I felt some responsibility to try and get you out.'

'Okay.' Danielle was relieved, but also a little disappointed. Was it her ego that drove the question?

'Are you in love with me?'

'No,' she laughed. 'You're way too naughty for my tastes.' He laughed at that too, then she slid one leg over his and placed her head on his chest. She reached down and fingered his soft, sticky penis.

'This is a good size when it's up and about, much to my liking,' she said.

'I had no idea how big Satchin was,' Stu mumbled through the onset of sleep.

'Huge.'

Sleep descended. 



Agent Provocateur Ch. 08



The next morning she awoke alone. She dressed, brushed her hair and found Stu making tea in the kitchen but no sign of Satchin. 

'He was a bit embarrassed this morning, and has gone to find a vehicle for us. Are you okay?'

'You bet,' she smiled at him. They drank their tea in silence; Danielle contemplating her arrival back in Australia and the changes in her life she had determined to make. Her reverie was interrupted by a soft knock at the door that obviously set Stu on edge, but it was only a cab that took them to the High Commission.

It was as though they were expected and had barely been able to reclaim their possessions that had been dropped off by someone unidentified, before they were taken in a diplomatically flagged car to the airport.

They were escorted by two Commission officials into the Qantas lounge where they finally began to relax. 

'So what's going on?' Stu directed his question at their escorts.

'Once we heard that you were free, Foreign Affairs threatened a public row over the kidnapping of a leading Australian businesswoman. Without you the Indian's didn't have a leg to stand on, so they returned your stuff and promised to drop the whole issue.'

'Will my business be affected?'

'Unlikely,' the official said with a shake of his head. 'You were never under suspicion and we're fairly certain that our counterparts here aren't convinced that the police ever had a case. Military intelligence would've launched a huge hunt for Stu if they really thought he had the goods. Besides, I understand that they had reason to believe that Stu wasn't Jeff, but apparently a couple of days ago they received some evidence from senior police officials that convinced them otherwise.'

'Oh,' said Danielle, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks.

'Apparently it is very convincing,' the second official with a faintly knowing smile.

***

As the Boeing 747 lifted off the runway and began the long journey towards Singapore, Danielle felt the last vestiges of concern leave her. She was finally going home and in first class courtesy of the Australian Government.

'I guess you'd be happy that your business is going to be okay.' Stu looked relaxed now that they were airborne.

'Yes,' she nodded, then leaned towards him. 'But it would appear that I have had to become a porn star to save it.'

'Hmmm,' he replied with a grin, 'me too.'

'I guess so,' she said. They both ordered champagne and toasted their safe departure. The bubbles went straight to her head and she felt a little tipsy in no time at all.

'So tell me,' Danielle asked, leaning in conspiratorially towards Stu, 'have you ever fucked in the toilet on an aeroplane?'

'No,' Stu replied with a grin. With a knowing smile Danielle released her seatbelt and walked towards the rear of the first class cabin. There were four toilets in the centre section where the doors faced one another and couldn't be seen from the passenger seating area. A cabin attendant walked past and Danielle felt a quick flush as though the other woman could tell what she was planning. She had barely pushed open the door to toilet number two when Stu appeared behind her and they almost tumbled in to the small space, locking the door behind them.

'This has to be quick,' Danielle gasped as Stu kissed her. She pulled her skirt upward over her hips and wriggled to slide her panties down. Stu helped her then unbuckled his pants, pulling them down and releasing his partly erect member from his boxers.  

'Suck me,' he murmured and she squeezed down to squat in front of him, taking him into her mouth and using her lips, tongue and hand to get him hard. With her pussy exposed to the world as she squatted and with Stu rapidly hardening in her mouth she felt her juices begin to flow. 

Once he was hard she stood, then lifted herself onto the small basin, placing one foot against the wall and the other on the top of the toilet seat. Stu needed no further invitation and slid into her, their eyes meeting as their bodies were joined. Once again Danielle felt the unbridled lust that led her to fuck two men at once rise from her belly. She wondered if it was who she had become, or was it Stu and the somewhat surreal situation she had been living for the past week. The thoughts were banished by Stu's increasing thrusts and by the fact that the position she had adopted twisted her pelvis down to fully rub her clit along the top of his shaft.

They came at the same time, his come hot inside her, as her clitoris seemed to explode up through her body into her brain. Danielle bit her lip with enough force to split it in order to suppress the need to scream. Stu's breathing was ragged and loud, then he had withdrawn from her and she felt his come stream from her open pussy onto the floor. 

They kissed tenderly as they regained their composure, Stu tucking himself away and Danielle pulling her skirt down. 

'That's the last time for us,' she whispered as he turned to leave.

'I know,' he smiled back at her, and Danielle swore she could see a trace of sadness at the knowledge. She knew she felt some sadness at the thought, but smiled back at him. He cracked the lock and looked outside before scampering out into the cabin. 

Danielle locked the door, and then looked at her reflection in the mirror. Lipstick was smudged around her lips and her eye make up needed touching up. She quickly fixed her appearance before slipping from the toilet, nodding to the attendant who walked past her as she returned to her seat. Danielle had just ordered some food when the attendant appeared at her side, and knelt down next to her.

'Is everything okay ma'am, sir?' She wore a friendly smile.

'Certainly,' Stu answered and Danielle nodded.

'That's good, I hope you enjoy your flight, and oh, you may have left these in toilet number two?' The attendant slipped Danielle's panties onto her lap and was gone. 

'How embarrassing,' Danielle said to Stu's laughter. 



Agent Provocateur Ch. 09



Danielle slept well on the flight between Singapore and Sydney and was able to freshen up in the Qantas Lounge prior to boarding the connection to Melbourne. When she emerged from the Melbourne terminal at ten thirty on Friday night, she felt reasonable, but was looking forward to going home for some sleep in her own bed.

With her own husband?

'Will the real Jeff please stand up?' she whispered under her breath in the back of the cab as she was driven down the arterial to the accompaniment of loud Greek music on the radio. She barely noticed the familiar sights that flashed past, Essendon airport, Jeff's pillars as she thought of them, the bright lights of the MCG, she supposed that the football was over for the evening. How would she feel, and more importantly react, when Jeff greeted her? She hadn't called to tell him she was coming home, in fact she was hoping that he had gone out with some of the work people who often socialised on Friday nights. The image of April's neat hairstyle bobbed into view and she almost hoped that Jeff would succumb to her undeniable charms and make everything that much easier.

Stu hadn't called Naomi either, undecided as to what to tell her about everything. Finally, as they waited for the flight to board from Sydney he had turned to her and said that if Naomi asked specifically about Danielle, he would tell her.

'Then if she asks me, I'll have to tell her too,' Danielle pointed out.

'Yeah, I guess so,' Stu admitted. 

They weren't seated together on the connecting flight and she neither saw Stu nor sought him out at the baggage carousel.

But Jeff's car was parked in the driveway when the cab stopped at the kerb. With a sigh at the confrontation she knew to be inevitable, Danielle opened the front door and pulled her wheeled case into the house. Downstairs was shrouded in darkness, but there was some light from the top of the stairs. It surprised her because Jeff rarely retired early on Friday evenings.

She walked up the stairs and saw that the light came from their bedroom. Just the place for a relationship ending confrontation, she reflected. She froze in the doorway, staring at the clothes strewn on the floor. Unless Jeff had taken to cross-dressing, there was a woman in the bedroom. And a naked one at that, she thought, spying very nice panties and bra. 

'April?' she muttered. Danielle stopped herself charging in, wanting to think through the implications of what she was about to confront. There was no sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, if anything there was relief. It wasn't relief that Jeff was fucking around; it was relief that she would hold the moral high ground when the confrontation started. And for as long as it took for him to discover that she had been fucking Stu.

Steeling herself, she took a step inside the bedroom, hearing a soft moan from the en suite. Then she stopped, this time feeling a jolt of shock. She bent over and scooped up the designer blouse, recognising it at once. It was Naomi's. Naomi. Danielle couldn't help but giggle. So she did play while Stu was away but this was going to be impossible for her to hide from him. Danielle kicked her shoes off and crossed silently to the en suite door, which was ajar. The thought of the statuesque blonde naked in her bathroom sent a thrill through her. 

'Slower, slower,' Naomi's whisper drifted to her. 'Don't come too soon,' she added. Jeff grunted his reply. Danielle had planned to listen for a short while, to ensure that what she expected was happening, was in fact happening, then burst in.

But the spark in her belly was now turning into a flame and the sexual awakening she had experienced in India overrode her planning. Instead she unbuttoned her blouse, folded it neatly on the bed, and followed by her skirt. She was now dressed in the fresh bra and panties she had donned in Sydney and decided to leave them on, in case the sight of her husband fucking another woman, even Naomi, didn't turn her current lust into a sense of wanton abandonment.

She pushed the door open and realised she should have stripped naked. Naomi was sitting on edge of the basin, one foot up on the towel rail the other on the bench top, exposing her completely bald pussy for Jeff's pink cock that was slowly sliding in and out. Pink round nipples with small points topped Naomi's large firm breasts, her lips were partly open, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Then she became aware that the door had opened, and her eyes snapped open when she caught sight of Danielle standing there. 

'Oh fuck!' she cried, trying to push Jeff away, who on turning to see his wife, pulled free of the blonde and staggered back against the wall as if shot.

'Fuck indeed,' Danielle said with a faint smile on her lips. She walked towards the pair. Jeff's mouth hung open and small squeaks issued forth as he tried to speak. But what do you say to your wife when you are naked, with a hard on covered in another woman's juices?

'Oh Dani...' Naomi began before Danielle waved her into silence.

'Can I join you?'

'What?' Naomi looked shocked.

'Ahh?' was all Jeff could manage. His hard on didn't wilt like the rest of him seemed to, so Danielle walked over and knelt in front of him, placing one hand around the base of his shaft, the other on Naomi's hip to stop her leaving. She slipped Jeff into her mouth, enjoying the familiar sensation of his length and girth, and marvelling at the taste of Naomi. The muskiness of Nayana was not present; instead there was a taste almost of lavender. Naomi obviously used a douche. As she slid Jeff into her throat she worked her other hand between Naomi's thighs, running her forefinger across the blonde's clit and feeling a stab of power as the other woman shuddered at the contact and parted her legs to provide easier access. 

Jeff needed no second invitation and reached down to release her bra, which she shrugged off. She could taste the pre-cum leaking from his cock and thought about simply making him come, but she wanted more. She had experienced a one on one with a woman, and two men at once. Now she wanted one man, two women and that would mean keeping Jeff going for a bit longer. Naomi had backed against the basin again and parted her legs, allowing Danielle freedom to manipulate her swollen clitoris.

'Fuck her for me,' she instructed Jeff, releasing him from her mouth. In what appeared to be a synchronised move, Naomi lifted herself onto the basin again, spreading her legs widely as she had before, and Jeff slid into her. Danielle stood and stripped off her panties, noting that Naomi's eyes were on her rather than Jeff. She stood close to the blonde and they kissed, once again Danielle finding her excitement becoming more heightened at the soft contact with another woman. 

Jeff obviously found it exciting too, as he came with a grunt into Naomi. The woman all but ignored him as he gasped and groaned, emptying himself into his best friend's wife, all the while unable to drag his stare from the lips and tongues that were probing at each other before his eyes.

'Well that was a bit fuckin' quick darling,' Danielle said as the kiss broke apart. 

'Sorry, but if you girls want to put on a show, I'm sure I can get it up again.'

'Good,' Danielle said, stepping back and taking Naomi by the hand, 'because I want you to fuck me very soon.' She led Naomi from the bathroom to the bed, with Jeff following close behind. He sat at the foot of the bed and watched as his wife pushed the other woman on to her back. Danielle lost sight of him as she lay on top of Naomi and they began to kiss again. Naomi's response was fierce and for a minute or two the two women engaged in a tongue wrestle that left them both gasping for air. 

When they broke apart, Danielle wasted no time sliding down Naomi's body, affording the other woman's full breasts a squeeze, but eager to get to the completely hairless pussy below. Naomi parted her legs obligingly, giving Danielle a clear view of her reddened puffy labia, her swollen clit that poked well clear of its hood and the clear moisture that seeped from within. Naomi let out a gasp when Dani used her thumbs to part the labia, exposing the pink inner folds. When she dipped her tongue into those folds the gasps became a squeal and Naomi wriggled her bottom on the bed.

'Oh Dani...' she began, then squealed again as Danielle clamped her mouth down, with her top lip pressing down on Naomi's clit, and rammed her tongue in as far as it could go. Danielle wondered if being completely bald heightened the sensation for Naomi. From her own limited experience there was a sense of increased control in not having to forage through pubic hair for the most sensitive parts. Danielle found enjoyment in alternating between nipping at Naomi's clit, licking the inner and outer labia in small darting movements, sucking on her clit then plunging her tongue in as far as possible. Naomi climaxed with a long squeal, her hands entwined in Danielle's black hair pulling hard enough that it seemed like she wanted Danielle's head inside her. Danielle watched as Naomi's breasts jiggled, her stomach clenched and her eyes rolled back into her head and felt the power that oral sex always gave one over their partner. 

The air escaped Naomi like a punctured tyre and she flopped back on the mattress. Danielle sat up and glanced at Jeff who was rubbing his erection with slow movements of his hand. His eyes were wide and burned with lust. Danielle suddenly wanted him gone; she had decided that she wanted a talk with Naomi about what had happened in India. 

'That was unbelievable,' Naomi whispered. Danielle smiled at the blonde, then slid up the bed and lay on the pillow next to her, spread her legs and beckoned to her husband.

'C'mon Jeff, fuck me.'

Jeff needed no further encouragement and slid between her legs, entering her in one smooth movement. His cock felt both familiar and strange to her, but the one thing that she realised after enjoying Stu's expertise at sex was that Jeff had never taken the time to find out what it was that she liked, wanted and turned her on. Or perhaps he could never have been bothered to find out. Danielle wondered whether the tryst between Naomi and him had been a one off, or an ongoing thing, and if so, what did Jeff have over Stu from Naomi's point of view? She felt callous thinking the thoughts, but Stu had a better body and was a far more considerate lover. She pushed her pelvis downwards to stimulate herself as they fucked, but try as she might she knew that Jeff wasn't going to make her come. There was now far too much emotional baggage for her to be able to obtain that release. 

Naomi had propped herself on one elbow and started to play with Danielle's nipples, gently pinching and squeezing them, then cupping and kneading the soft skin of her breasts. She leaned forward, her head between Jeff and Danielle's bodies and began to kiss and suck on the nipples and Danielle felt her excitement grow. Immediately she wanted Jeff gone, not just off the bed but out of the house. 

Danielle knew what would take him over the edge and reached down, pulling Naomi's face upward so that they both lay on the pillow, and began to kiss. The side profile gave Jeff a perfect view of their glistening tongues as they probed and darted, their lips melding and breaking apart. 

'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yeah,' he began to chant and Danielle teased Naomi's tongue out of her mouth and sucked it like it was a small penis, and at once she was rewarded with Jeff's warm seed being pumped inside her. 

'Ohhhhhhhhhh,' was all Jeff could manage as he came, his second climax in half an hour over almost as soon as it had begun. The effort had clearly taken a toll on his strength as he quickly pulled out and collapsed on the end of the bed.

'Are you ready for more?' Naomi whispered the question.

'If you are,' Danielle smiled back. They kissed again and Danielle realised that she had captivated the blonde. 'But there are a couple of things I have to take care of first.' 

'Naomi,' Danielle sat up, 'would you mind maybe slipping on my robe and waiting in the spare room, there's a couple of things about the Indian trip I need to discuss with Jeff that can't wait.'

'Oh, sure,' Naomi was startled and looked a little alarmed at Danielle's change of tone. She stood and hooked Danielle's warm robe from the back of the door. 

'Christ, I haven't even asked about Stu...' Naomi looked embarrassed at the oversight.

'Stu will be fine, and one of the reasons I want you to stay is that I need to talk to you next.'

'Is he...will he...?'

'You'll see him soon, he's fine.' Danielle smiled her reassurance. Naomi thoughtfully closed the door behind her leaving her with Jeff.

'So how often do you get up to this when I'm away?' She spoke softly but there could be no mistaking the sharpness in her tone. Jeff looked scared as he sat up.

'It hasn't happened before...'

'It doesn't matter much does it?'

'Dani...I love you, I didn't want...'

'Ha!' Her harsh laugh cut him off. 'Your cock didn't soften at all when I caught you and you were ready to fuck in a second, no questions, no thought.' She put up her hand to stop him interrupting. 'But it doesn't matter, really. If it had, I would hardly have joined in. I realised while I was away that you betrayed the trust between us and it made me angry and made me sad, and finally it made me betray the trust between us too.'

'What, how?'

'Well Stu wasn't in prison when I got there; he was under a form of house arrest in a hotel where the police kindly took me on my arrival. We had to play husband and wife...' she looked for a reaction and saw it. Jeff's mouth opened and there was pain in his eyes. 

'The police stated openly that they doubted the sincerity in our relationship, Stu told me the room was under video surveillance, so we had to put on a show.'

'No,' the protest came out in a whisper, but Danielle had decided to tell him everything.

'You need to know Jeff,' she said in a firm voice. 'At first it was a show, but then something snapped inside me at the position your carelessness had put me. And then I found I enjoyed fucking Stu.'

'Are you leaving me for him?'

'No, I'm leaving you for me. I want you to pack a bag and leave now.'

'What?' Jeff's expression changed to one of anger.

'Now,' she repeated. 'Leave now and we can talk over terms tomorrow. If you refuse to do this, I will sack you from the company and sue you for damages related to the deception all part of a messy divorce proceeding. If you go now, I will give you a more than fair package, and probably promote you to GM Australia...'

'That's your job.' Jeff said. The fact that he focussed in on that fact, rather than the threats she had issued, told her that he would do as she wanted.

'I'm planning on moving to India and taking control of the Asian operations personally.'

'Oh.'

'I'm sorry Jeff,' her tone softened. 'But I've had way too much thinking time including four days in a cell,' his eyebrows shot up at that. 'I'll tell you more tomorrow, why don't you come back after lunch say around two?'

'Dani...'

'Please, now?' She could see he was torn between wanting to please her, and wanting to fight against what he saw as her belittlement of him.

'If you stay, we will end up in a big ugly fight that won't change the outcome. So please, for me?' 

He looked at her, nodded and in ten minutes had dressed and disappeared with an overnight bag. As soon as he had left, Danielle walked down the corridor to the spare room Naomi and Stu usually used, hoping that the other woman hadn't lost her nerve and gone home.

'Naomi?'

'Dani...' Naomi startled her by flying into her arms, tears rolling down her cheeks. 'I'm so sorry about this, really...'

'Shhhh, it's really complicated. C'mon let's go talk.' She led Naomi back to the bedroom where they sat on the bed.

'I can't believe I didn't ask about Stu...'

'You weren't expecting me home,' Danielle pointed out.

'No, but when I saw you, I, I...felt guilt and shame, and then realised you were all but naked and I was confused as to whether this was a set up between you and Jeff, but he looked scared then you touched me and, and I wanted you so badly...' The words tumbled from her mouth and finally Danielle placed her hand over her mouth.

'I take it this is the first time with Jeff?'

'What, oh yes.' Naomi dropped her head. 'We've had dinner a few times, trying to figure out what was happening, keeping each other's spirits up. Jeff asked me over after dinner, we had a drink and I was about to go when he kissed me...and I wanted more...I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be. I knew I wanted to leave Jeff long before I walked in the door and found you...well, as I did. When I saw you like that, I suddenly wanted...well you.'

'Me?'

'Yes you, you're beautiful and Stu told me how wonderful you are and well, like I said, seeing you naked and turned on, I basically couldn't control myself.'

'Where's Jeff?' Naomi asked

'He's gone for the night. We'll talk tomorrow but he knows its over. And its nothing to do with you.'

'Oh.'

'Look, Naomi, you need to know that Stu and I had sex in India,' Naomi's head jerked up at that, eyes wide, and suddenly Danielle wasn't sure that Stu was telling the truth about their arrangement.

'He told me that you have an arrangement...'

'Yes, but I never thought...'

'No, obviously nor did he,' Danielle grimaced. 'But we did, not once but several times and I'm sorry about it, but I wanted you to know...'

'Why are you telling me this?'

'Because I needed to, I couldn't go on seeing you and Stu with this hidden secret between me and your husband, that's not right.'

'Where is Stu?'

'He'll probably be home by now, wondering where you are.'

'I should call him.'

'Yes, but you need to decide what to tell him.'

'Oh, I suppose you will tell him if I don't.'

'No, but I wouldn't bet on Jeff saying nothing.' They looked at each other for a moment. 'Can I ask you something Naomi?'

'Sure.'

'Have you had sex with other people while Stu was away?'

'Did he ask you to ask me?' Naomi asked with a wry smile.

'No, he'd never thought about it until I asked him.'

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Well that's my secret then,' the blonde smiled broadly and Danielle laughed with her.

Epilogue

Danielle moved to India six months later. Jeff accepted her settlement terms for the divorce, then quit the company just before she left for India to take up a better offer with another firm in the US. Stu and Naomi struggled through a rocky patch but seemed to be on the up, accompanying her to the airport when she left. They promised to visit real soon. She didn't discuss what had happened in India with Stu, but Naomi dropped several hints that she had a good idea what had occurred.

In Delhi she was able to buy what was virtually a compound to live in. She hired Nayana as her driver and personal security officer; donated one of her compound's bungalows to the women's collective and provided them with a small monthly stipend from the company's profits. She rekindled her affair with Nayana, introducing the Indian woman to the mutual benefits of waxing, but it lasted only two months before Nayana announced that she was getting married. The announcement took Danielle by surprise, but she was happy for Nayana.

Four months after settling in Delhi, Danielle received a proposal from April that involved reorganising the company's financial arrangement and promised increased profitability. It won April a promotion to JetAAI's new corporate HQ in Delhi. The pint sized blonde turned out to have more talents that just in the financial world, seducing Danielle within three weeks of her arrival.

Naomi and Stu flew out for a holiday in India that became something of a sex romp between them, April and Danielle.




Agent Provocateur Ch. 09



Twelve months after setting out to save Stu, Danielle sat on her villa's balcony watching the sunset turn the smog laden sky pink, orange and purple. She was content and felt satisfied with her life.