She contented herself with knowing that she was fighting the good fight despite Danny’s and, to some extent, Bianca’s lack of faith in her ability and intelligence.
When Con’s call came, the timing was perfect. Danny had just left for the evening for a gig so she had several hours of freedom.
“Claire, this is Con. Can you meet me in Old Elephant bar at 8? I need you to be my girlfriend again tonight.”
Claire’s breath shortened in excitement. “OK! What do you need me to do?”
“I’ve got a rendezvous with leader of the terrorists. I need to have a gorgeous young woman with a beautiful face and sexy body draping herself all over me. They’re a standard accessory on all international arms dealers.”
“OK. I can do that. What should I wear?” Claire asked.
“Hmmm. I want to impress him with just how gorgeous you are. I’ve got an idea…”
An hour later Claire walked into the bar feeling extremely self-conscious. When Con had suggested her outfit she’d been reluctant but had agreed, bowing to his greater knowledge of terrorist groupies.
He had explained that she had to appear fully under his control and completely in awe of him, even to the point of dressing up in any way he wanted.
She knew that all anyone else could see was a tall curvaceous redhead wearing a short beige raincoat and black stiletto heels.
However, she knew that underneath the coat all she actually had on were her black stockings, a suspender belt and some Chanel No. 5.
She’d been sure that the taxi driver had angled his mirror to look up her coat at her moist pink pussy but she tried to forget that and instead to focus on the task in hand.
She looked around and saw Con as he made his way to her at the front of the dark bar. “Fantastic, Claire! You look awesome,” he said as he embraced her.
He stepped back. “And underneath?”
Claire checked around carefully before she gave him a quick flash of her massive tits and neat pussy.
“Oh fuck yes, that is so perfect,” Con mumbled. “I mean, that’s a fabulous disguise.”
“Where is he?” Claire asked as Con put an arm around her, sliding his hand under her coat to fondle her smooth bare arse.
“I’ve seen him — he’s at the back. Whatever happens, just follow my lead. No matter how weird it gets. Remember, your cover is that you’re a Romanian dancer who’s in London to find work. Come on then, let’s go and meet them.
They made their way to a secluded booth at the back of the bar.
Con greeted the occupant. “Hi. Fiddle. Con Fiddle. You must be Mr. Big.”
Mr. Big was small, almost emaciated. Claire thought he looked less like a criminal and more like an elderly shopkeeper or a consumptive window cleaner.
“Mr. Fiddle. Your reputation proceeds you,” he said ominously, keeping his eyes on Claire’s deep cleavage.
“Ah, I see you’ve noticed my latest slut, Clarina,” Con said. “She’s from Romania.”
Claire was slightly put out that he’d called her a slut but then realised it was all part of the act. She sat down between them, carefully holding her short coat down over her pussy and trying to remain relaxed.
However when Con idly lent over and slid a hand into the top of her coat to squeeze one of her breasts, she couldn’t help but jump.
“She has excellent breasts,” Mr. Big commented casually before he reached out to feel her other one. “You don’t mind?”
“No, go ahead. After all that’s what she’s there for,” Con replied unconcernedly.
Claire’s face was burning as the two men played with her tits. She was just grateful that the booth was shadowed and that no-one could see in.
There then followed a stilted conversation between the two men about ‘the merchandise’ which could have come from the corniest of spy movies. Claire was amazed at how cliched their exchange was and how they kept being distracted by her boobs, even leaning forward to lick her nipples occasionally.
Still, she supposed Con knew what he was doing. He was after all a genuine MI5 officer.
So when Con undid the rest of her coat buttons and began to finger her pussy. Claire silently opened her legs to allow him easier access. The things she did for her country, she thought to herself, checking around to ensure they couldn’t be seen.
“She’s amazingly tight,” Con commented prior to allowing Mr. Big to slide a couple of fingers into her moist warm cunt.
“Yes, she is,” Mr. Big replied before bending to lick her nipple again.
Whilst Mr. Big was preoccupied, Con took the opportunity to whisper in her ear. “You’re doing brilliantly, Claire. You’re behaving just like a criminal’s whore. Well done! Now slip under the table and suck us off. Me first.”
Claire looked at Con and then around the bar in panic. But then, stealing herself, his words of praise ringing in her ears, she pulled Mr. Big’s fingers out of her and slid down under the table.
Con’s cock tasted no better than the previous day. She licked his balls lavishly before, gliding her tongue up his shaft and flicking it repeatedly on the tip of his knob. This was obviously just too much for Con because he grabbed her head with both hands over her ears and rocked her head back and forth on his erection.
Unfortunately this meant Claire couldn’t hear the conversation any more although she could still make out some muffled laughter.
Once Con had shot his repellent semen down her throat, Claire wiped her mouth and shuffled round to service Mr. Big.
Mr. Big’s cock wasn’t exactly big but rather long and very thin, with heavy balls. He had obviously become excited by feeling her body, because he came quickly filling her mouth with an impressive quantity of thick salty spunk that dribbled out of his penis for several minutes after he’d first begun to spurt. Conscious that she had to please him, Claire lapped it all up, grateful at least that he was relatively sanitary.
By the time Claire had licked both cocks clean and made herself presentable again, the two men had obviously finished their discussion although Claire did manage to catch Mr. Big slipping Con a small bundle of 10 notes.
Leaving Mr. Big in the booth, Claire and Con left the bar and made their way to Con’s car, a battered old Corolla.
As soon as they were in, Claire let out a huge sigh of relief. “Wow! That was so tense. How did I do?”
Con reached out to hold her hand. “Claire you were amazing. You’re a brilliant actress. The way you sucked us off, it was like you really were a dirty little slut. Well done.”