Chapter Five #2
I have a handful of beautiful memories with some amazing women.
A shared sunset while backpacking in the Colombia River Gorge.
The taste of freshly shucked oysters and champaign on the lips of Miss Maine on New Years Eve.
Even the smell of the lip balm the first girl I ever kissed was wearing.
It was peach and the girl broke up with me the next day.
But you must believe me when I say that Tess’s shave was the single-handed sexiest thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life.
So much so that I began to wonder if this was another one of her tests.
I had even entertained the thought that she was a double officer and was about to cut my throat at any moment, but it hardly mattered. At least I’d die happy.
Tess’s hands felt amazing against my skin as she lathered my face with warm shaving foam.
Her touch mixed with exhaustion felt euphoric, and even the steel of her razor brought comfort.
Her hands were steady and true with each pass of her blade, and I can’t quite explain it but something about the way she worked made me trust her.
Her movements felt deliberate, yet graceful and elegant.
I once heard a master chef say when he’s interviewing candidates for head chef positions he has them all cook the same thing, scrambled eggs.
Not beef Wellington or consommé, just scrambled eggs.
His position being, if a chef can produce such a simple and familiar dish successfully, with intention and care, that talent can always be upscaled.
My brother, Hatch, always had a succinct way of saying it, ‘How you do one thing is how you do all things.’
And if my brother’s words were accurate, Officer Teresa St. Marks, did all things well, with precision, all while being smoking hot. Evident by my hardening cock. I did my best to adjust myself in my seat, but there was no way she wouldn’t notice the tent I was pitching underneath my bath towel.
“I, uh…” I stammered, twisting uncomfortably in my seat. “Sorry about that.”
“That’s alright,” she said, without a hint of embarrassment. “I just need you to think about baseball stats for a few more seconds, I’ve only got two more spots left then we can get you dressed.”
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Tess
Jesus, I don’t know if I have pants roomy enough for your legs and your pet python!
Officer Wallace was tall with an amazing body, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised he was well hung, but from what I just saw of his Loch Ness Monster underneath the towel, it was big enough to frighten the locals.
“Dressed?” Wallace asked, pulling me from my daydream of villagers with pitchforks and torches chasing his enormous Frankendong through town, driving it deep into the safety of my woods… my dark, damp woods.
Jesus, I had to pull myself together.
I made my last few passes with the razor, then handed the warm towel to Officer Wallace. “I have a closet full of men’s clothes in the bedroom. See what fits you and we’ll work with it.”
“Where are all the men who belonged to those clothes?” he asked with a grin.
“When I found out you were coming, I did some shopping,” I replied.
“Hit the local galleria, huh?”
I chuckled. “Not exactly. I had some things flown in from Milan and Paris.”
“As in Italy and France?”
“Those are the ones.”
He frowned. “Can’t you get high-end men’s clothes here in Russia?”
“You can, just not the ones made by Francisco Andolini and Chandler Moulin.”
“Seriously?” Wallace asked, wiping the remainder of the shaving foam from his face as he stood up.
I turned my head away for fear that if I saw his bulge again, I’d rip the towel off his body and shove him inside whichever of my holes was nearest to him.
I swear on a stack of Bibles I had no idea how horny and sexually pent up I was prior to laying eyes on Officer Wallace, but once I did, my libido had been working double golden overtime since.
“I mean it. These men don’t mess around. Sasha Fedya and his entire crew are obsessed with high-end fashion, watches, cars, boats, you name it.”
“Women,” he added.
“Especially women.”
“What’s Fedya like?” he asked.
“Charming, intelligent, warm on the outside, cold on the inside. Sasha is a snake and he’s absolutely gonna love you,” I replied.
“Why’s that?”
“Because you are a cute little bunny. And there’s nothing more enticing to a Boa constrictor than fresh rabbit for supper.”
“Is that your official assessment of me?” He chuckled. “A cute little bunny?”
“Are you asking your fiancé what she thinks of her betrothed?”
“I’m asking what you think of me?”
“Why is that important to you?” I asked.
“Because I’m about to place my life into your hands and I’d like to know we can trust one another,” he replied.
“You want my official assessment? I think you’re a down-home, straight-shootin’ kind of a guy and I can see why you were selected for Longbow,” I replied.
“Meaning?”
I shrugged. “You’re charming and no one loves a charming guy more than other guys.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a theory you came up with all on your own?”
“Let’s just say it’s an assessment based on first-hand experience,” I replied.
“Okay then. If charm is catnip to tomcats, which you seem to think I’ve got a pocket full of, why worry?”
“Because Sasha isn’t a tomcat, remember? He’s a snake. And the tactics that have brought you success back home will get you killed over here.”
Wallace nodded slowly. “I get it. You think I can ‘pull one over’ on the local yokels back home with my pretty smile and good ol’ boy charm, but out here in the real world I’m out of my depth. Is that about right?”
“Honestly, yes,” I said.
“Good to know,” he replied in a flat tone.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m trying to keep you alive.”
“Don’t worry. You didn’t hurt my feelings or say anything I hadn’t already picked up on from your body language and overall demeanor with me. I asked you to be honest, not complimentary. You were honest and now I know the baseline we’re starting from.”
“Baseline? What do you mean?” I asked.
“In a couple of hours, you and I need to walk straight into hostile enemy territory with the confidence and swagger of a couple who not only run a business together, but who also share a life. A romantic life. I needed to know your true emotional baseline towards me, so I’d know how you’d subconsciously project me to others. ”
“I’m sorry. What are you talking about?”
“Subconscious projection. It’s a topic that was discussed during our time at Camp Peary. Don’t you remember?”
“I try hard not to think of my time at the Farm, so I’m afraid you’ll need to give me a refresher in Professor Lynott’s Psyche 101 class.”
“The concept of subconscious projection deals with how you perceive the traits of others based on your own traits. For instance, an unfaithful spouse might begin suspecting their partner of cheating based solely on their own behavior. Subconscious projection also comes into play regarding how your feelings towards a person can be projected to other people around them.”
I crossed my arms and frowned. “And you think I’m projecting?”
“So much so that I’m afraid your buddy Sasha is going to pick up on it.
Subconscious projection also includes how others perceive your opinion of a person based on facial expressions, body language, and social cues.
And if Sasha is as smart and perceptive as you say, I’m afraid he’ll pick up on your internal projection of me. ”
So, Officer Wallace wasn’t an idiot. He was still green and that made me nervous, but he was right.
Normally, a team has some time to bond and develop as an organic unit.
We didn’t have that time or luxury and were only hours away from our first field test. A test where failure likely meant being tortured to death.
“I have an idea but I’m not sure you’re going to like it,” I said.
“I’m all ears,” Wallace replied.
“What you said makes sense and you’re right, I’ve got a chip on my shoulder with your face on it, and it needs to be knocked off. We need to come off as a strong and united couple in every way possible, and we have very little time to build rapport.”
“So, what do you suggest?” he asked.
“Drop the towel,” I replied.
“I’m sorry?”
I nodded to his waist and repeated, “Drop the towel.”
He laid a hand over his chest and let out a mock gasp. “Are you suggesting we fuck, Ms. St. Marks?”
“I am,” I said, my mouth already watering at the thought. “You said it yourself. We need a palpable level of sexual chemistry between us, and we need it fast.”
“I’m afraid you have me at a loss. My condoms are in my bag.”
“There’s no loss, Officer,” I countered. “I know you had a full medical work-up, I’ve seen the results. We’re both clean, and I get a shot every three months. I’m up to date.” I licked my lips. “Drop the towel.”
He did so immediately, and I nearly passed out. Jesus, he was big. Good god, and beautiful. I dropped down in front of him, taking him in my mouth the second my knees hit the floor.
“Whoa there, killer,” Cameron hissed, pulling away from my mouth.
I frowned up at him. “But—”
“Huh-uh, we don’t start there, Tess. You’re not a whore.”
“Because I want to suck you off, you think I’m a whore?” I snapped.
“No. You can suck me off later. Our first time needs to be sweet. Gentle. The way someone who loves you would fuck you. Remember, we’re getting married, sweetheart.
You need a memory you can call back to.” He held his hand out to me, and I took it so he could lift me off the floor.
“I’m going to make love to you, and after that, if you want to suck me off, you can do that all you want.
But first, it’s gonna be all about you.”
I shivered. “Follow me.”