So far I’ve written seven installments of the Donna Series. The latest I’ve taken it in a different direction. I’m always influenced by whatever I’m reading so when I’m reading crime and suspense that could be what inspires me. I might need some good suggestions as to where this will go. Regardless, I’m having fun write it.
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DONNA SERIES PART 7
Donna left Joe after taking a short nap in the late afternoon. With he curtain open rays of left over sunshine made patterns on their body while they snuggled into their after sex embrace. An unusual familiarity for these two strangers gap was closing and he filled her on how her day with them would unfold. “You see,” he spoke excitedly even though he speech sounded sleepy, lazy. “When we get to be honored with a woman that will do this for us we treat her like a queen before and after. During, however….we treat you like a slut that we own.” A playful grin decorated his face awaiting her response.
“Okay, tell me more,” Donna encouraged him. In measured details he explains. “We don’t have you come to the conference hotel that we are staying. We’ll find one that is more luxurious for you. We book it for two days for you. All your meals are on us. If you want a massage, a pedicure, dinner with your friend..we just want you to feel valued. Before and after.”
“But not during?” Donna joked.
“Yeah. You’re getting it. Can I tell you why we do this?” Joe asked.
“Of course, tell me.” Donna slid an inch closer intertwining more into Joe’s legs, caressing his face while he began his story. She could imagine a partner like him.
“We have not done this often, but the first time it was with a really wonderful woman. She was just an amazing person and loved sex. We all met in one of the guy’s rooms. Everything went great. What we did not expect is that one by one when each of us came we just wanted to…you know…like be a guy…go get some food, take a nap, go over something from work.”
Donna imagines vividly what that scene might look like. Or rather not look, but the shift in energy. How she has to leave, put her clothes on while all the guys say ‘Thanks!”, “That was awesome.”, or other neutral accolades.
“We didn’t think about that she may need us to call her a taxi. Maybe get her some food. We just let her leave like it was nothing. She emailed us the next day telling us what assholes we were. And we were. Now we just figure we might as well over do it. We’re nice guys, good men. It’s not worth it if the woman, you…goes home unhappy. Point is none of us did any of the care taking.”
“I’m touched, Joe.” Donna felt her body relax even more, her heart open. “To be honest I would not have even thought to ask for those things for myself.”
“It’s an intense experience. You’ll be covered with cum and probably your own fluids since you are a squirted. It’s hot as hell.” Donna’s mind goes wild imagining the warmth of the sperm falling onto her face multiple times. “But check this out. I’m always curious and I researched it. Apparently men’s dopamine levels drop quickly after we cum. Women’s dopamine levels drop slowly, over a period of days.”
“Oh! So that means while you guys are all done, I’m still going. I’m still in it so to speak.”
Already Joe felt like a friend to her. Once home she sent him a quick email that she’s still on board. They planned for two weeks from Friday. Location to be determined. She was getting ready to order take out when suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Strange, it’s 7pm and she did not order a pizza. Maybe Joe followed her?
She looked through her peep hole and saw a short built man, dark glasses and dark blue blazer, brown complexion. Definitely Latino. “Can I help you?”, she asked the stocky stranger.
“Ma’am, I’m Special Agent Torres of the FBI.” And next comes he his official badge up to the peep hole. From the left of him was another agent, a striking older female. “I’m agent Millie, Donna.” Millie is a tall thin woman, beautiful like a willow tree. A short Latino and a tall waify white woman, Donna imagines them sexually and cannot. They are too serious. They must not be here for that. Still she is thinking this is some kind of joke planned perhaps by her office friend.
The woman, agent Millie begins to speak, her voice calm and soothing. “I know this must be a surprise to see us at your door, can you let us in to talk? It’s a matter of national security. We’d rather not call you into the office or talk in the hall.”
Being familiar working with criminal cases as a law intern one summer she knew that their badges were valid. Nervous, Donna opens her door, steps aside and gives them the show case room arm wave to enter them in. She offers them a seat on her sofa while she take a chair facing them, but decides not to offer anything else. She assumes this is about a past case or perhaps current, an investigation of a client.
“Donna, we are following a man. We think you were with one of his friends or colleagues this afternoon at a specific hotel.” Torres takes a photo from a folder and shows her. “Is this you? We just need to be sure.”
Donna feels like she is on trial, but reminds herself that they can’t possibly be here for consensual sex. “Ummm, yeah, it is” she replies meekly.
Torres pulls another photo. Millie gives Donna a calm look, one that says they were not taking photos insider the hotel room. Donna lets out her breath that she didn’t realize she was holding and almost laughs with relief. It’s a photo of four men. Joe is second from the left.
“That’s Joe.” She points to him regrettably since she likes Joe, but relieved if that is all they want. Of course, it’s not all they want.
Millie starts. “We are looking for this man on the left.” She points to a tall man, or taller than Joe with graying hair. He looks like just a regular guy. They all look like your average American man in their early 40’s with the beginnings Dad bod. She’s hoping he just didn’t pay his taxes a couple of years or maybe stole money from his company.
“What is being accused of?” Donna pries with her interrogation voice.
“Donna” Millie says, “It’s on a need to know basis unfortunately. It’s not in your best interest to know what this man has been up to. I’m going to get straight to the point. We need you to plant a bug on this man. His name is Dave. We aren’t going to tell you why. All you need to know is that your country needs you.”
“Ummm. Okay. Millie?” Millie stares at Donna awaiting her response. “Do you understand why I am engaging with these men? They aren’t clients.”
Donna is confused. How can they be encouraging her to have a gang bang?
“We know you are going there for sexual fun and games. If they were clients that would jeopardize your profession. You are giving us an in with Dave’s fetish.” Millie now is looking straight into Donna’s eyes, laser focused. She really has beautiful eyes. Donna hopes she ages that well.
Torres interrupts her. “Don’t worry. It’s not a dangerous fetish. Just weird. If you can figure it out…well…we need you to get him back to your room by himself if possible.”
“You do not know his fetish.” Donna makes this as statement rather than a question.
“Donna,” Millie says in a motherly calm voice.”It’s not that hard. I’ve done it dozens of times.” Torres gives her a look. “He needs to be out when you plant the bug in his phone. He’ll have two. Which one is the personal, which is business we don’t know.”
“Oh my god. Are you fucking serious?” Suddenly Donna loses her cool and half wants to throw up, but then something darker is brewing inside her that is attracted to this challenge. And to save her country! Oh stop that! Donna catches herself, grounds herself back to reality. “I’m sorry, but this seems really fucking dangerous!”
“Listen Donna, I was like you once. Mid thirties, smart and beautiful. We need women like you.”
“Ha! You need women like me? You mean slutty?”
Torres is getting uncomfortable. He wishes Millie could understand not all women are able to do what she has done. At this point it’s better to just sit back and keep his mouth shut. Being Millie’s partner means, at times, he has to excuse himself to the bathroom to relieve his hard on. Over the years quick, stealthy quiet masturbation has turned into a skillful art
Millie laughs back at Donna. “It’s nothing. Really. You have your fun, but you flirt a lot with Dave. You know what I mean? Make a point to ask what he likes, what he doesn’t. You probably should do this for all of them so it’s not so obvious. Make it a point, right? You can do that, right? Get him to come back the next night.”
“I’m sorry Agent Millie, but you sound like a brothel owner.” Donna says accusingly. “In another life time maybe.” Millie laughs unphased and continues telling Donna the details of how to put drug him with his drink. Their own agents will come into the room to do his phones. It must be done right with no evidence. If all goes well Dave will waken in a couple of hours and Donna will be long gone.
“Just leave him a nice note.” Millie tells her. “Or we can give you an earpiece and coach you. The technology is very sophisticated now. They will never notice the ear piece.”
“And then that’s that? You guys listen to me have sex with four men and couch me from a dark van from the side street?” Donna asks, body positioned towards Millie with her elbows on her knees taking all the spy specifics in.
“I’m in!” Donna blurts out surprised.
Finally, Millie and Torres get up to leave. There will be some training, code words to learn, a bit of self defense they tell her. Millie gives Donna her final pep talk. “I know you can do this. You remind me of myself 15 years ago.” Then she whispered into Donna’s ear. “And why not have fun catching the bad guys?”
Donna watches them walk down her hallway when she has one more question. “Wait!” She screams at them. Millie turns around first, gracefully. Donna throws her hands up, palms facing the sky with a shoulder shrug. “Do I even get paid for this?” Donna asks. Torres and Millie give each other a side glance. It’s Torres that responds very professionally, but first walks back to her and tells her quietly. “We always reward ladies like you immensely. You should see the car Millie drives.”