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10-23-2007, 04:41 PM
Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 30: Two Pairs and Three of a Kind
Disclaimer: Chances are, if you're reading this story, you already know it's fiction. However, in case you DIDN'T know that, THIS IS FICTION!!!!! Nothing portrayed within ever happened. However, if it DID happen, the Author would like ****** for being a freakin' psychic with a nack towards the sexy stuff in life. If you're opposed to two hot, naked Victoria's Secret models having sex with each other and a man - well, I'm sorry, I can't help you there at all - you're just doomed to live a bitter and resentful life. Sorry.
June 14th, 2005
Regionata Hotel
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The old saying goes “Two’s Company, but Three’s a Crowd.” In Richard Stall’s romantic life, he’d found this statement more or less true - rarely had he been allowed to sleep with other women when involved in a relationship, and he’d NEVER tolerated having one of his love interests sleeping around on him. This, of course, was rather subjective, because for the most part, Richard Stall was rarely in a relationship with a woman for more than a couple of weeks, and had, indeed, gone more than two years now without having a serious “girlfriend.”
That being said, he rarely went more than a week without having a one or two night stand with some woman, and for the last six months or so, he’d been scoring rather regularly with the rich and famous women of the world, truly enjoying everything many a female celebrity had to offer.
It was in this experience that Stall learned that “Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd,” is anything but a steadfast rule, and rather more of a guideline. Were he expecting to carrying on long standing relationships with any of these celebrities, he might have kept to one at a time. But since he hardly expected to see any of these women again in his life, it was far easier for him to engage two or more girls at the same time.
In this one case, he hadn’t even been the one to suggest the threesome. Adriana Lima - renown Victoria’s Secret model - had done that, and even provided the extra sexy lady for the night. That the other lady happened to also be a Victoria’s Secret model was a bonus. That it was Gisele Bundchen was even better.
“You were right, Adriana,” Gisele moaned as the two naked models kissed each other. “I needed this.”
The this, as far as Stall could figure out, was a lesbian tryst with Adriana with a healthy dose of male sausage, provided by a less-than-active Richard Stall. In the forty minutes he’d been in bed with Adriana and Gisele, he’d stuck his penis into each one exactly twice, licked Gisele while Gisele licked Adriana, and spent a good chunk of the rest of his time watching the two Angels lick and suck each other like natural born porn stars.
Not that Stall was complaining. Just watching two super models engage in rather raunchy lesbian sex was worth the trip to Brazil. The fact that he was recording this event made it even better. Stall’s computer nerd/camera expert, Tomas Lambert, had been raving non-stop about the visuals he’d been getting from the three different hidden cameras Stall had managed to smuggle into the room.
And yet, Stall couldn’t help but think that there could’ve been much more going on this night. In his not-too-limited experience, threesomes work best when two of the participants concentrate on the third, and each person takes turns being the “receiver.” So far, plenty of pleasure had been dealt out, but very little of it had gone in Stall’s direction.
“You need this,” Adriana said, licking one of Gisele’s famous breasts. “You and Leo haven’t had sex in months.”
“More than a year, really,” Gisele responded with a sigh - Stall couldn’t tell if it was an upset sigh or a contented one, but judging from the way Adriana was sliding her fingers over Gisele’s clit, he leaned towards the contented side.
“Why won’t he fuck you?” Adriana asked.
“Too busy saving the environment,” Gisele replied, squeezing Adriana’s butt with her hands. “That, and he thinks to longer one goes without sex, the better it is when you have it.”
“He must be cheating on you,” Adriana said.
“Of course he’s cheating on me!” Gisele laughed. “The poor boy can have any girl he wants. I’m just arm candy for premieres and events. His penis finds it’s own entertainment.”
“He’s a fool,” Stall muttered.
The two girls looked at him like he’d just appeared out of nowhere.
“Richard, come fuck Gisele,” Adriana said, sitting back and spreading the other model’s legs. “She hasn’t had a penis more than a year!”
“I never said I hadn’t had a penis in a year,” Gisele said as Stall moved between her legs. “I just haven’t had Leo’s.”
Stall stopped at that statement. “Uh, you still want me to continue?”
“Oh, yes,” Gisele said, motioning the Englishman towards her crotch. “I love fucking Adriana, but I need some cock.”
With that, Stall slowly pressed his massive erection into the model, feeling her tight, but wet, folds grip at him as he proceeded. At the same time, Stall leaned forward and placed his hands on those massive breasts of hers. Gisele was known as the “Boobs from Brazil” for a reason - her mesmerizing chest had literally launched two or three different bra lines for Victoria’s Secret. And, with those wonderful mounds between his fingers, Stall thought the VS people brilliant in their choices.
As Stall and Gisele started to fuck, Adriana came around and started kissing the other Brazilian on the neck and face. For a long moment, Stall marveled at the two beautiful women as they made out while he continued to plunge deep into one of them. They clearly were two beautiful women who’d shared each other’s bodies before. For a second, Stall wondered why Adriana had tried to refuse him when they first had sex, but then his own urges started to take over.
It was time to make up for all the teasing he’d gone through today. Stall started thrusting harder and faster. Adriana pulled of Gisele and shot him a bit of a look, but the moan of pure pleasure coming out of Gisele silenced and protest. By the time Stall shot his load deep into Gisele, Adriana was looking on in envy.
* * *
June 14th, 2005
Rio de Janeiro International Airport Hotel
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
“Stall knows we’re on to him.”
Crow rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch in the room he shared with Raven and tried hard not to sigh. Slide, the mysterious computer hacker helping the two assassins, had an attitude that, were it water, could float a small flotilla of battleships. That neither Raven nor Crow knew what Slide looked like, where the hacker operated out of, or even the gender of the computer wiz, added to the frustration they felt towards the mechanical voice.
“Wonderful, Slide,” Raven snarled at the speaker phone. “Next you’re going to tell us that Blackbird’s not happy that Stall isn’t dead yet.”
If Slide caught the jab, the hacker ignored it. “Stall’s switched to a whole different set of business-based ****** accounts for his expenditures, and his travels arrangements seem to be handled rather last minute - of course, he was fleeing assassins when he left Florida, and had little time to plan his trip, but when he left Columbia to go to Brazil, it was a rushed flight picked at the airport.”
“Are you suggesting we stake out the airport?” Crow asked.
“Hardly,” Slide said. “But we do know where and when Stall will be in the future.”
“You mean the de la Graza Hacienda in Mexico,” Raven said.
“A veritable fortress of armed guards and machine gun toting thugs,” Crow pointed out.
“Like you two haven’t handle worse,” Slide said.
“That’s entirely beside the point. This is one man we seek to kill, not an army. Besides, there’s no chance we’ll be ready to take on de la Graza’s troops by then.”
“But could you slip past them?” the mechanical voice asked. “Maybe slip in while something else is going on?”
“The daughter’s birthday party,” Raven said, slowly. “Security will be tight, but concentrated on her.”
“We just might be able to do it,” Crow muttered.
“If we leave now, we can scout the place before Stall arrives,” Raven said.
“Glad I could be of help,” Slide said, the mechanical nature not quite draining all the sarcasm from the voice.
* * *
June 14th, 2005
Zarblasta’s Restaurant
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
“I have this theory,” Marissa Call said as the waiter led her and Richard Stall towards their table. “Every city in the world has at least one Itallian restaurant in it, and if you look hard enough, you’ll find they all use the same spaghetti.”
Stall raised an eyebrow. “What about all those that make their own spaghetti?”
“I don’t believe it for a moment,” Marissa replied. “All spaghetti tastes exactly the same - bland. Only sauce makes it taste different, and who would waste time making bland strings to throw sauce on when you can spend that time making better sauce to put on store bought bland strings?”
Stall chuckled at that. “That has to be one of the more original theories one Itallian food I’ve ever heard.”
Marissa twirled about in her slinky red dress. “I’m one of the more original girls you’ve ever met.”
“That I can’t argue,” Stall said.
Suddenly, they were at their table, and sitting down. Stall ordered a bottle of the Restaurant’s more expensive wine, and soon they were waiting for the entrees.
“So,” Stall said, sipping his wine. “You’re the one who called this little meeting. I take it you and Michael have something to tell me.”
“You take correctly,” Marissa said.
“Say no more,” Stall said, waving his hand. “I think I figured this out.”
“You have?” Marissa asked, surprised.
“I have,” Stall said. “And really, you two could’ve come to me sooner.”
“I wasn’t sure it was something we wanted to flaunt in front of you.”
“There’s no reason to worry. You two are both very important to me,” Stall said. “Now, how much are we talking about?”
“How much?” Marissa asked.
“Yes, how much money are we talking about? I mean, you two are looking for more money, aren’t you? I know my companies aren’t exactly pulling record profits right now, but I’m confident we’ll win this bet, and I can certainly afford to pay you two what you’re worth.”
“Richard, I’m not here asking for money,” Marissa said.
“You aren’t?” Stall asked.
“No.”
“Then you and Michael aren’t looking to walk off on me when we get back to England?”
Marissa laughed. “No, not at all. I’m here through the end of the year, Richard. And I don’t think I could get Michael to leave for anything.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Stall said. “Seriously, you two have not only been more help to me on this trip than I could ever have imagined, you’ve also become two of the best friends I’ve ever had.”
Marissa couldn’t help smiling at that. “That has to be one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.”
“Well I mean it,” Stall said. Suddenly, their food had arrived, and, sure enough, Marissa was less than pleased with her spaghetti.
“Bland,” she said, smiling. “And nowhere near enough sauce.”
“Well, Brazil is a long way from Italy,” Stall replied.
“That it is. Why didn’t we hit Italy again?”
“Someone was trying to kill me in Europe,” Stall said. “Just as they were in South Africa and New York.”“
”It was different people in South Africa. And you forgot Miami,” Marissa pointed out.
“I don’t think I could ever forget what happened in Miami,” Stall sighed. The two were silent for a moment before Stall spoke again. “Well, if you two aren’t looking for a raise, what is it that made you request this little private dinner?”
Marissa took a deep breath before continuing. “Michael and I have been seeing each other for about a month now.”
“That’s it?” Stall asked.
“Well, yeah,” Marissa said, suddenly nervous.
“Cripes, I thought you had bad news for me. You aren’t pregnant, are you?”
“Hell no!” Marissa said. “We take precautions. Most of the time, anyway. I mean that time we had that threesome with Maria Menuonos in Miami we just kinda let it all happen, but when it’s just the two of us...”
“Okay, okay!” Stall said, raising his hands. “It was a stupid question.”
“Sorry,” Marissa said, sheepishly. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Not a problem,” Stall said. “So, you and Michael are an item, is what you’re telling me.”
“Yes,” Marissa said, taking a calming breath. “It just sorta happened in Miami.”
“Well, I’m glad for you two. Really,” Stall said. “And you could have come to me much sooner. I don’t have any problems with this at all!”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Marissa said. “I was worried you wouldn’t want your employees having relationships with each other.”
“Bah, that’s a stupid rule. The two of you haven’t seen anyone else more than once or twice for the past five or six months. Sure, you’re both getting laid, but every now and then a young man or woman likes to feel loved. Who else are you going to fall for?”
Marissa smiled. “And what about you, Richard? Who are you going to fall in love with?”
“Oh, I’m already in love,” Stall said casually.
“You are?” Marissa asked, surprised. “With who?”
“Why, with money and power, of course,” Stall said. “I get enough sex, and I certainly don’t need a steady relationship holding me down while I’m out taping myself having sex with celebrities. Better that I’m in love with money and power, really. They’re far less fickle than women anyway, begging your pardon.”
“No offense,” Marissa said. “Really, Richard, you should find yourself someone nice. Maybe another business woman or something like that.”
“I’m fine,” Stall said, smiling at her. “Really. Besides, what woman would want to date a man who has people out to kill him?”
“You’d be surprised,” Marissa said. “I’m sure we could find you someone.”
“Well, I’ll leave that in your capable hands, Miss Call,” Stall said.
“All right, but don’t be surprised if I show up with a woman for you some day,” Marissa said.
“Knowing you, I wouldn’t be surprised at all,” Stall replied.
“And she’d be the love of your life, too.”
“Then she’d better be rich and powerful,” Stall replied, sipping his wine. “After all, the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his wallet.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Marissa replied.
“Oh, really?” Stall asked.
“Yeah. I bet if I could find you a woman who could cook decent spaghetti and would let you get away with your little camera club, you’d be happier than you’d ever been in your life before.”
“You find me a woman like that, and I WILL give you and Michael raises,” Stall said. “But it’ll never happen.”
“Never say never, Richard,” Marissa said, shaking a finger at her. “Besides, how do you know I don’t have a woman in mind for you already?”
“You don’t,” Stall said. “I can tell.”
“Just you wait, Richard Stall. I’m going to find you the love of your life before the year is out.”
“Care to make that a bet?” Stall asked.
“You want me to bet with you?” Marissa asked.
“Sure,” Stall said. “You know me, I enjoy a good bet.”
“All right, what are the stakes?”
“If you find me the love of my life before the year is out, I’ll give you and Michael a million pounds each out of the prize money I win from our little Timekeeper’s Club bet.”
“I can’t afford to give you a million bucks if I lose, Richard,” Marissa reminded him.
“You won’t have to,” Stall said. “If you don’t find this person, you and Michael have to help me in whatever my next crazy scheme is.”
“You mean whatever it is you’re doing in 2006?” Marissa asked.
“That’s it,” Stall said. “You know me - I’ll be up to something crazy.”
“What if it’s something we would’ve helped you with anyway?”
“Then that’s too bad for me,” Stall said. “Do we have a bet?”
Marissa smiled. “In fact, we do.” She offered him her hand, and the two shook on it.
Stall looked at Marissa as she sat back in her chair. “What’s that look on your face?”
“Oh, nothing,” She said, smiling happily. “Just imagining what I’m going to do with the Million Pounds I’m going to win from you at the end of this year.”
* * *
June 19th, 2005
Outside the de la Graza Hacienda
Just North of Saltillo, Mexico
“De la Graza’s got a full work up here. I’ve counted a full Company of 108 armed men out and about on the compound, most armed with Uzis and other similar semi-to-full automatic weapons. There are at least three snipers up in the bell tower in the barn, and six armed men around de la Graza himself at all times. The security people do a full sweep of the compound in four different armed patrols that are never more than thirteen minutes apart from each other. These patrols are usually done on jeeps with .50 cal machine guns mounted on the backs, and there’s clearly more of those jeeps in the motor pool. There’s at least one helicopter on site, and room to land two more, should they be needed. De le Graza himself keeps a pair of Glocks on himself at all times, and according to local rumor, has a fourth stashed under his pillow at night.
“Like most drug lords with bases in Mexico, de la Graza keeps a rather hefty bounce back aimed towards the local police, and most likely has some people on his payroll in the Mexican federal government. He is married, has the one daughter and two deceased sons. His wife is a former Columbia beauty queen who is well past her prime, and knows full well of his habits in using prostitutes and seducing young women. At according to one unconfirmed report, de la Graza actually killed one of his own sons when he announced to his father he was gay. No one’s sure if that’s true or not, but the son was indeed gay, for he got caught getting it up the ass from a rather beefy looking American and the pictures made their way back to de la Graza.
“From the outside, de la Graza’s Hacienda appears to only have two levels, but actually has two basement levels underground. The first serves as de la Graza’s offices and living quarters, and is reinforced against mild bombardment - you could set off a car bomb in the garage and not dent the place, though some quality air-dropped munitions could penetrate the place fairly easily. It’s a good thing that most of de la Graza’s enemies can’t employ military aircraft. The other, deeper, underground level is committed entirely to drug production, packaging, and shipping. This Hacienda isn’t just for living, it’s a staple in de la Graza’s smuggling network. He could survive without it, but it would be difficult financially.
“Satellite photos place de la Graza’s little palace well off the main transit routes, but he gets around that with his helicopters and a fully outfitted cargo airplane. Tractor trailers can be seen arriving at all hours of the night, usually under guard from de la Graza’s armed jeeps running escort from thirty miles out. He employs a good forty-five people just to load and unload these trucks quickly, and he pays them well to keep quiet about what they do. Anyone he catches mentioning loading up trucks with drugs is dealt with in a quick and usually brutal method. Rumor has it there’s a rather large mass grave in the back forty of the Hacienda, but the satellite photos I’ve seen of the place spot nothing like that. They did, however, spot a nice 45mm Anti-Aircraft gun that looks like it might have served in World War II, but it gets cleaned regularly, and I’d wager it operates just fine - I wouldn’t want to by flying an unwelcome helicopter into this place while that’s on the ground.
“Finally, there are six secret passageways on and off the ground, all of which I’ve marked on your maps. Best bet to slipping on is the water ducts on the north-eastern side of the compound. They’re the furthest from the patrol route and only monitored on the inside portion by a security camera on a less-than-secure network that can - and has - been hacked. I can make it go into a feedback loop for two whole minutes, which ought to be more than enough to get you two into the compound without a problem.
“Any questions?”
Raven and Crow had listened to the rather detailed report Slide had managed to give them silently, each trying to come up with a plan that could work.
“How long before Stall actually arrives?” Raven asked.
“Stall arrives on the 21st, though the Birthday party itself isn’t until the 28th. Stall, his two cronies, and the de la Graza girl should be leaving by plane out of Mexico City on the 30th,” Slide reported over the phone.
“Well, we can’t hide on the compound for a week,” Crow muttered.
“We’d stand a better chance waiting off site until we at least know Stall’s arrived,” Raven agreed. “Maybe we could set up a sniper rifle to cover the road in - if we spot him, we take the shot. If we don’t we go ahead and try and sneak into the Hacienda.”
“I still think that even with the party going on, we’re going to need another distraction,” Crow muttered. “Unless we manage to kill Stall completely silently - and this bastard’s too lucky to go that way - we’re going to have to try and escape past more than a hundred guards. We can’t lug enough ammunition to take on that many at once.”
“De la Graza’s worried about an attack, correct?” Raven asked.
“That’s why he’s got all that security,” Slide pointed out, the mechanical voice sounding almost snide in the remark.
“Then why don’t we give him one?” Raven asked. “When we’ve killed Stall or we’ve been spotted, we can set off some explosives or something, and make de la Graza think his enemies have come for him. We’ll have a lot easier time escaping in all the commotion than we would just on our own.”
“Just like we did in the Afghani prison two years back,” Crow smiled.
“Ugh, I’d forgotten about that one,” Raven frowned. “At least I won’t be wearing full head-to-toe black in the desert this time.”
“How are we going to do this?” Crow asked. “We’ll have to plant the explosives ahead of time - before the party at least.”
“Leave that to me. When we get into the compound, you wait for Stall in his room,” Raven said. “I’ll plant the explosives and see what else I can do to create the impression that de la Graza’s being raided. When the explosives go off, we’ll meet back at the sluice gate and escape the way we came in.”
“It’s a plan,” Crow said.
“It sounds like some stupid movie plot,” Slide said over the phone. “I suppose you’ll want me to help by screwing around with his cameras and computers.”
“That’s what Blackbird is paying you for,” Crow said menacingly.
“Sure it is,” Slide retorted. “But if I take as long doing this as what he’s paying you two to do, you’ll both be six feet under before I even start on the process.”
“Bite your tongue, hacker,” Crow said. “Your location may be a secret now, but you aren’t untraceable. Don’t make us come after you.”
“Well, now that we’ve gotten the obligatory threats out of the way, I guess I best be hacking into the de la Graza computer system,” Slide said, hanging up without another word.
“I hate that man,” Crow muttered.
“Are you sure it’s a man?” Raven asked.
“No,” Crow snarled.
“C’mon, let’s go find a good spot to set up that sniper rifle. Maybe we won’t need Slide at all.”
“We aren’t that lucky,” Crow muttered as the two started hiking back the way they came.
by: TRL
Chapter 30: Two Pairs and Three of a Kind
Disclaimer: Chances are, if you're reading this story, you already know it's fiction. However, in case you DIDN'T know that, THIS IS FICTION!!!!! Nothing portrayed within ever happened. However, if it DID happen, the Author would like ****** for being a freakin' psychic with a nack towards the sexy stuff in life. If you're opposed to two hot, naked Victoria's Secret models having sex with each other and a man - well, I'm sorry, I can't help you there at all - you're just doomed to live a bitter and resentful life. Sorry.
June 14th, 2005
Regionata Hotel
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The old saying goes “Two’s Company, but Three’s a Crowd.” In Richard Stall’s romantic life, he’d found this statement more or less true - rarely had he been allowed to sleep with other women when involved in a relationship, and he’d NEVER tolerated having one of his love interests sleeping around on him. This, of course, was rather subjective, because for the most part, Richard Stall was rarely in a relationship with a woman for more than a couple of weeks, and had, indeed, gone more than two years now without having a serious “girlfriend.”
That being said, he rarely went more than a week without having a one or two night stand with some woman, and for the last six months or so, he’d been scoring rather regularly with the rich and famous women of the world, truly enjoying everything many a female celebrity had to offer.
It was in this experience that Stall learned that “Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd,” is anything but a steadfast rule, and rather more of a guideline. Were he expecting to carrying on long standing relationships with any of these celebrities, he might have kept to one at a time. But since he hardly expected to see any of these women again in his life, it was far easier for him to engage two or more girls at the same time.
In this one case, he hadn’t even been the one to suggest the threesome. Adriana Lima - renown Victoria’s Secret model - had done that, and even provided the extra sexy lady for the night. That the other lady happened to also be a Victoria’s Secret model was a bonus. That it was Gisele Bundchen was even better.
“You were right, Adriana,” Gisele moaned as the two naked models kissed each other. “I needed this.”
The this, as far as Stall could figure out, was a lesbian tryst with Adriana with a healthy dose of male sausage, provided by a less-than-active Richard Stall. In the forty minutes he’d been in bed with Adriana and Gisele, he’d stuck his penis into each one exactly twice, licked Gisele while Gisele licked Adriana, and spent a good chunk of the rest of his time watching the two Angels lick and suck each other like natural born porn stars.
Not that Stall was complaining. Just watching two super models engage in rather raunchy lesbian sex was worth the trip to Brazil. The fact that he was recording this event made it even better. Stall’s computer nerd/camera expert, Tomas Lambert, had been raving non-stop about the visuals he’d been getting from the three different hidden cameras Stall had managed to smuggle into the room.
And yet, Stall couldn’t help but think that there could’ve been much more going on this night. In his not-too-limited experience, threesomes work best when two of the participants concentrate on the third, and each person takes turns being the “receiver.” So far, plenty of pleasure had been dealt out, but very little of it had gone in Stall’s direction.
“You need this,” Adriana said, licking one of Gisele’s famous breasts. “You and Leo haven’t had sex in months.”
“More than a year, really,” Gisele responded with a sigh - Stall couldn’t tell if it was an upset sigh or a contented one, but judging from the way Adriana was sliding her fingers over Gisele’s clit, he leaned towards the contented side.
“Why won’t he fuck you?” Adriana asked.
“Too busy saving the environment,” Gisele replied, squeezing Adriana’s butt with her hands. “That, and he thinks to longer one goes without sex, the better it is when you have it.”
“He must be cheating on you,” Adriana said.
“Of course he’s cheating on me!” Gisele laughed. “The poor boy can have any girl he wants. I’m just arm candy for premieres and events. His penis finds it’s own entertainment.”
“He’s a fool,” Stall muttered.
The two girls looked at him like he’d just appeared out of nowhere.
“Richard, come fuck Gisele,” Adriana said, sitting back and spreading the other model’s legs. “She hasn’t had a penis more than a year!”
“I never said I hadn’t had a penis in a year,” Gisele said as Stall moved between her legs. “I just haven’t had Leo’s.”
Stall stopped at that statement. “Uh, you still want me to continue?”
“Oh, yes,” Gisele said, motioning the Englishman towards her crotch. “I love fucking Adriana, but I need some cock.”
With that, Stall slowly pressed his massive erection into the model, feeling her tight, but wet, folds grip at him as he proceeded. At the same time, Stall leaned forward and placed his hands on those massive breasts of hers. Gisele was known as the “Boobs from Brazil” for a reason - her mesmerizing chest had literally launched two or three different bra lines for Victoria’s Secret. And, with those wonderful mounds between his fingers, Stall thought the VS people brilliant in their choices.
As Stall and Gisele started to fuck, Adriana came around and started kissing the other Brazilian on the neck and face. For a long moment, Stall marveled at the two beautiful women as they made out while he continued to plunge deep into one of them. They clearly were two beautiful women who’d shared each other’s bodies before. For a second, Stall wondered why Adriana had tried to refuse him when they first had sex, but then his own urges started to take over.
It was time to make up for all the teasing he’d gone through today. Stall started thrusting harder and faster. Adriana pulled of Gisele and shot him a bit of a look, but the moan of pure pleasure coming out of Gisele silenced and protest. By the time Stall shot his load deep into Gisele, Adriana was looking on in envy.
* * *
June 14th, 2005
Rio de Janeiro International Airport Hotel
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
“Stall knows we’re on to him.”
Crow rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch in the room he shared with Raven and tried hard not to sigh. Slide, the mysterious computer hacker helping the two assassins, had an attitude that, were it water, could float a small flotilla of battleships. That neither Raven nor Crow knew what Slide looked like, where the hacker operated out of, or even the gender of the computer wiz, added to the frustration they felt towards the mechanical voice.
“Wonderful, Slide,” Raven snarled at the speaker phone. “Next you’re going to tell us that Blackbird’s not happy that Stall isn’t dead yet.”
If Slide caught the jab, the hacker ignored it. “Stall’s switched to a whole different set of business-based ****** accounts for his expenditures, and his travels arrangements seem to be handled rather last minute - of course, he was fleeing assassins when he left Florida, and had little time to plan his trip, but when he left Columbia to go to Brazil, it was a rushed flight picked at the airport.”
“Are you suggesting we stake out the airport?” Crow asked.
“Hardly,” Slide said. “But we do know where and when Stall will be in the future.”
“You mean the de la Graza Hacienda in Mexico,” Raven said.
“A veritable fortress of armed guards and machine gun toting thugs,” Crow pointed out.
“Like you two haven’t handle worse,” Slide said.
“That’s entirely beside the point. This is one man we seek to kill, not an army. Besides, there’s no chance we’ll be ready to take on de la Graza’s troops by then.”
“But could you slip past them?” the mechanical voice asked. “Maybe slip in while something else is going on?”
“The daughter’s birthday party,” Raven said, slowly. “Security will be tight, but concentrated on her.”
“We just might be able to do it,” Crow muttered.
“If we leave now, we can scout the place before Stall arrives,” Raven said.
“Glad I could be of help,” Slide said, the mechanical nature not quite draining all the sarcasm from the voice.
* * *
June 14th, 2005
Zarblasta’s Restaurant
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
“I have this theory,” Marissa Call said as the waiter led her and Richard Stall towards their table. “Every city in the world has at least one Itallian restaurant in it, and if you look hard enough, you’ll find they all use the same spaghetti.”
Stall raised an eyebrow. “What about all those that make their own spaghetti?”
“I don’t believe it for a moment,” Marissa replied. “All spaghetti tastes exactly the same - bland. Only sauce makes it taste different, and who would waste time making bland strings to throw sauce on when you can spend that time making better sauce to put on store bought bland strings?”
Stall chuckled at that. “That has to be one of the more original theories one Itallian food I’ve ever heard.”
Marissa twirled about in her slinky red dress. “I’m one of the more original girls you’ve ever met.”
“That I can’t argue,” Stall said.
Suddenly, they were at their table, and sitting down. Stall ordered a bottle of the Restaurant’s more expensive wine, and soon they were waiting for the entrees.
“So,” Stall said, sipping his wine. “You’re the one who called this little meeting. I take it you and Michael have something to tell me.”
“You take correctly,” Marissa said.
“Say no more,” Stall said, waving his hand. “I think I figured this out.”
“You have?” Marissa asked, surprised.
“I have,” Stall said. “And really, you two could’ve come to me sooner.”
“I wasn’t sure it was something we wanted to flaunt in front of you.”
“There’s no reason to worry. You two are both very important to me,” Stall said. “Now, how much are we talking about?”
“How much?” Marissa asked.
“Yes, how much money are we talking about? I mean, you two are looking for more money, aren’t you? I know my companies aren’t exactly pulling record profits right now, but I’m confident we’ll win this bet, and I can certainly afford to pay you two what you’re worth.”
“Richard, I’m not here asking for money,” Marissa said.
“You aren’t?” Stall asked.
“No.”
“Then you and Michael aren’t looking to walk off on me when we get back to England?”
Marissa laughed. “No, not at all. I’m here through the end of the year, Richard. And I don’t think I could get Michael to leave for anything.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Stall said. “Seriously, you two have not only been more help to me on this trip than I could ever have imagined, you’ve also become two of the best friends I’ve ever had.”
Marissa couldn’t help smiling at that. “That has to be one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.”
“Well I mean it,” Stall said. Suddenly, their food had arrived, and, sure enough, Marissa was less than pleased with her spaghetti.
“Bland,” she said, smiling. “And nowhere near enough sauce.”
“Well, Brazil is a long way from Italy,” Stall replied.
“That it is. Why didn’t we hit Italy again?”
“Someone was trying to kill me in Europe,” Stall said. “Just as they were in South Africa and New York.”“
”It was different people in South Africa. And you forgot Miami,” Marissa pointed out.
“I don’t think I could ever forget what happened in Miami,” Stall sighed. The two were silent for a moment before Stall spoke again. “Well, if you two aren’t looking for a raise, what is it that made you request this little private dinner?”
Marissa took a deep breath before continuing. “Michael and I have been seeing each other for about a month now.”
“That’s it?” Stall asked.
“Well, yeah,” Marissa said, suddenly nervous.
“Cripes, I thought you had bad news for me. You aren’t pregnant, are you?”
“Hell no!” Marissa said. “We take precautions. Most of the time, anyway. I mean that time we had that threesome with Maria Menuonos in Miami we just kinda let it all happen, but when it’s just the two of us...”
“Okay, okay!” Stall said, raising his hands. “It was a stupid question.”
“Sorry,” Marissa said, sheepishly. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Not a problem,” Stall said. “So, you and Michael are an item, is what you’re telling me.”
“Yes,” Marissa said, taking a calming breath. “It just sorta happened in Miami.”
“Well, I’m glad for you two. Really,” Stall said. “And you could have come to me much sooner. I don’t have any problems with this at all!”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Marissa said. “I was worried you wouldn’t want your employees having relationships with each other.”
“Bah, that’s a stupid rule. The two of you haven’t seen anyone else more than once or twice for the past five or six months. Sure, you’re both getting laid, but every now and then a young man or woman likes to feel loved. Who else are you going to fall for?”
Marissa smiled. “And what about you, Richard? Who are you going to fall in love with?”
“Oh, I’m already in love,” Stall said casually.
“You are?” Marissa asked, surprised. “With who?”
“Why, with money and power, of course,” Stall said. “I get enough sex, and I certainly don’t need a steady relationship holding me down while I’m out taping myself having sex with celebrities. Better that I’m in love with money and power, really. They’re far less fickle than women anyway, begging your pardon.”
“No offense,” Marissa said. “Really, Richard, you should find yourself someone nice. Maybe another business woman or something like that.”
“I’m fine,” Stall said, smiling at her. “Really. Besides, what woman would want to date a man who has people out to kill him?”
“You’d be surprised,” Marissa said. “I’m sure we could find you someone.”
“Well, I’ll leave that in your capable hands, Miss Call,” Stall said.
“All right, but don’t be surprised if I show up with a woman for you some day,” Marissa said.
“Knowing you, I wouldn’t be surprised at all,” Stall replied.
“And she’d be the love of your life, too.”
“Then she’d better be rich and powerful,” Stall replied, sipping his wine. “After all, the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his wallet.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Marissa replied.
“Oh, really?” Stall asked.
“Yeah. I bet if I could find you a woman who could cook decent spaghetti and would let you get away with your little camera club, you’d be happier than you’d ever been in your life before.”
“You find me a woman like that, and I WILL give you and Michael raises,” Stall said. “But it’ll never happen.”
“Never say never, Richard,” Marissa said, shaking a finger at her. “Besides, how do you know I don’t have a woman in mind for you already?”
“You don’t,” Stall said. “I can tell.”
“Just you wait, Richard Stall. I’m going to find you the love of your life before the year is out.”
“Care to make that a bet?” Stall asked.
“You want me to bet with you?” Marissa asked.
“Sure,” Stall said. “You know me, I enjoy a good bet.”
“All right, what are the stakes?”
“If you find me the love of my life before the year is out, I’ll give you and Michael a million pounds each out of the prize money I win from our little Timekeeper’s Club bet.”
“I can’t afford to give you a million bucks if I lose, Richard,” Marissa reminded him.
“You won’t have to,” Stall said. “If you don’t find this person, you and Michael have to help me in whatever my next crazy scheme is.”
“You mean whatever it is you’re doing in 2006?” Marissa asked.
“That’s it,” Stall said. “You know me - I’ll be up to something crazy.”
“What if it’s something we would’ve helped you with anyway?”
“Then that’s too bad for me,” Stall said. “Do we have a bet?”
Marissa smiled. “In fact, we do.” She offered him her hand, and the two shook on it.
Stall looked at Marissa as she sat back in her chair. “What’s that look on your face?”
“Oh, nothing,” She said, smiling happily. “Just imagining what I’m going to do with the Million Pounds I’m going to win from you at the end of this year.”
* * *
June 19th, 2005
Outside the de la Graza Hacienda
Just North of Saltillo, Mexico
“De la Graza’s got a full work up here. I’ve counted a full Company of 108 armed men out and about on the compound, most armed with Uzis and other similar semi-to-full automatic weapons. There are at least three snipers up in the bell tower in the barn, and six armed men around de la Graza himself at all times. The security people do a full sweep of the compound in four different armed patrols that are never more than thirteen minutes apart from each other. These patrols are usually done on jeeps with .50 cal machine guns mounted on the backs, and there’s clearly more of those jeeps in the motor pool. There’s at least one helicopter on site, and room to land two more, should they be needed. De le Graza himself keeps a pair of Glocks on himself at all times, and according to local rumor, has a fourth stashed under his pillow at night.
“Like most drug lords with bases in Mexico, de la Graza keeps a rather hefty bounce back aimed towards the local police, and most likely has some people on his payroll in the Mexican federal government. He is married, has the one daughter and two deceased sons. His wife is a former Columbia beauty queen who is well past her prime, and knows full well of his habits in using prostitutes and seducing young women. At according to one unconfirmed report, de la Graza actually killed one of his own sons when he announced to his father he was gay. No one’s sure if that’s true or not, but the son was indeed gay, for he got caught getting it up the ass from a rather beefy looking American and the pictures made their way back to de la Graza.
“From the outside, de la Graza’s Hacienda appears to only have two levels, but actually has two basement levels underground. The first serves as de la Graza’s offices and living quarters, and is reinforced against mild bombardment - you could set off a car bomb in the garage and not dent the place, though some quality air-dropped munitions could penetrate the place fairly easily. It’s a good thing that most of de la Graza’s enemies can’t employ military aircraft. The other, deeper, underground level is committed entirely to drug production, packaging, and shipping. This Hacienda isn’t just for living, it’s a staple in de la Graza’s smuggling network. He could survive without it, but it would be difficult financially.
“Satellite photos place de la Graza’s little palace well off the main transit routes, but he gets around that with his helicopters and a fully outfitted cargo airplane. Tractor trailers can be seen arriving at all hours of the night, usually under guard from de la Graza’s armed jeeps running escort from thirty miles out. He employs a good forty-five people just to load and unload these trucks quickly, and he pays them well to keep quiet about what they do. Anyone he catches mentioning loading up trucks with drugs is dealt with in a quick and usually brutal method. Rumor has it there’s a rather large mass grave in the back forty of the Hacienda, but the satellite photos I’ve seen of the place spot nothing like that. They did, however, spot a nice 45mm Anti-Aircraft gun that looks like it might have served in World War II, but it gets cleaned regularly, and I’d wager it operates just fine - I wouldn’t want to by flying an unwelcome helicopter into this place while that’s on the ground.
“Finally, there are six secret passageways on and off the ground, all of which I’ve marked on your maps. Best bet to slipping on is the water ducts on the north-eastern side of the compound. They’re the furthest from the patrol route and only monitored on the inside portion by a security camera on a less-than-secure network that can - and has - been hacked. I can make it go into a feedback loop for two whole minutes, which ought to be more than enough to get you two into the compound without a problem.
“Any questions?”
Raven and Crow had listened to the rather detailed report Slide had managed to give them silently, each trying to come up with a plan that could work.
“How long before Stall actually arrives?” Raven asked.
“Stall arrives on the 21st, though the Birthday party itself isn’t until the 28th. Stall, his two cronies, and the de la Graza girl should be leaving by plane out of Mexico City on the 30th,” Slide reported over the phone.
“Well, we can’t hide on the compound for a week,” Crow muttered.
“We’d stand a better chance waiting off site until we at least know Stall’s arrived,” Raven agreed. “Maybe we could set up a sniper rifle to cover the road in - if we spot him, we take the shot. If we don’t we go ahead and try and sneak into the Hacienda.”
“I still think that even with the party going on, we’re going to need another distraction,” Crow muttered. “Unless we manage to kill Stall completely silently - and this bastard’s too lucky to go that way - we’re going to have to try and escape past more than a hundred guards. We can’t lug enough ammunition to take on that many at once.”
“De la Graza’s worried about an attack, correct?” Raven asked.
“That’s why he’s got all that security,” Slide pointed out, the mechanical voice sounding almost snide in the remark.
“Then why don’t we give him one?” Raven asked. “When we’ve killed Stall or we’ve been spotted, we can set off some explosives or something, and make de la Graza think his enemies have come for him. We’ll have a lot easier time escaping in all the commotion than we would just on our own.”
“Just like we did in the Afghani prison two years back,” Crow smiled.
“Ugh, I’d forgotten about that one,” Raven frowned. “At least I won’t be wearing full head-to-toe black in the desert this time.”
“How are we going to do this?” Crow asked. “We’ll have to plant the explosives ahead of time - before the party at least.”
“Leave that to me. When we get into the compound, you wait for Stall in his room,” Raven said. “I’ll plant the explosives and see what else I can do to create the impression that de la Graza’s being raided. When the explosives go off, we’ll meet back at the sluice gate and escape the way we came in.”
“It’s a plan,” Crow said.
“It sounds like some stupid movie plot,” Slide said over the phone. “I suppose you’ll want me to help by screwing around with his cameras and computers.”
“That’s what Blackbird is paying you for,” Crow said menacingly.
“Sure it is,” Slide retorted. “But if I take as long doing this as what he’s paying you two to do, you’ll both be six feet under before I even start on the process.”
“Bite your tongue, hacker,” Crow said. “Your location may be a secret now, but you aren’t untraceable. Don’t make us come after you.”
“Well, now that we’ve gotten the obligatory threats out of the way, I guess I best be hacking into the de la Graza computer system,” Slide said, hanging up without another word.
“I hate that man,” Crow muttered.
“Are you sure it’s a man?” Raven asked.
“No,” Crow snarled.
“C’mon, let’s go find a good spot to set up that sniper rifle. Maybe we won’t need Slide at all.”
“We aren’t that lucky,” Crow muttered as the two started hiking back the way they came.