Chapter 2

There are a lot of dangers associated with a Nuclear Power Facility.

Probably first and foremost is the danger of Radiation that might escape in some way from the containment units and there is also the standard dangers from dealing with high pressure steam systems and the electrical current that is generated by the transmission units connected to the electrical grid. Then there is the danger of sabotage and deliberate damage done that might create a problem with the internal workings of the plant or its intake or output lines connected to other systems.

The French construction methods were far superior to the Russian methods and in some respects the American methods. However, in the case of the Americans, they had basically shut the whole nuclear power industry down due to resistance from the general public to such facilities in their own backyards.

Then, came Chernobyl and the Russians did their best to conceal the extent of the damage that would last over one hundred years before it was fully eradicated.

The French Riviera Nuclear Power Facility was one of the first stations built by the corporation and it was at the height of its production life with all four power plants producing power that fully supplied one third of the entire country with enough electrical power for the next forty years.

The current situation that Gwen Moneypenny faced was not yet in a crisis mode but the potential for a disaster was there and she was the one to find a way to avert a situation that would impact the corporation profit bottom-line for at least the next two decades.

Gwen was the head of the corporation’s secret security department that took care of all such major obstacles to corporate profit and she operated in secret pretending to be a high ranking executive at their headquarters but she had her own army of covert agents that answered only to her and they used their jobs as cover for their existence. The third most powerful vice president of the corporation was Dominic Singleton to whom she had been engaged for almost three years. She had broken it off with him because of his criminal trafficking in young underage females and he had relocated to the island of Cyprus retaining his power as second head Vice President. He was not aware of Gwen’s secret role in the corporation and her department was known only to the President and the first Vice President as of this writing.

Gwen worked to keep the corporation out of trouble with the police and authorities in multiple countries and they had their headquarters in Paris in an underground bunker that was carefully screened by security guards all reporting to Gwen.

She was uniquely qualified to respond to the alert about the French Riviera Nuclear Power Facility because she had a degree in Systems Management from a prestigious University that she had never fully used due to the worldwide reduction in such sources of electrical power right about the time that she had graduated with the advanced degree. Gwen was familiar with the bells and whistles and the many switches of the main control room and she understood the need for redundancy that they required to make the place the safest plants in the world despite the dangers previously listed.

The blueprints of the facility were etched in her mind after she had studied them after her last assignment. She knew exactly where each containment unit was located and where the decontamination stations were situated as well as the intricate pipes that carried the water to the submerged “hot” rods and the cooling systems needed to keep it all working in a safe environment. The connections to the electrical grid were enclosed inside high fences for security and even the intake pipes and valves were imprinted in her memory in case of any weakness in their design.

She had already vetted the entire extensive security staff and checked their training records to make certain they all understood the criteria for response to any emergency situation.

She had left Henri naked in her bed when she left this morning for the plant and she remembered with clarity his oversized cock as he took her in so many different positions that she lost track of them and they all merged together into a continuous cycle of orgasms that tingled her happy clitoris long after they had ceased to engage in coitus. Gwen knew she had been lucky to come on Henri working at her hotel and she was reluctant to let him disappear from her life because he certainly filled the void that Dominic had left when she dropped him like a hot potato after she read the report about his criminal activities.

All she could think was that she had seriously misjudged Dominic the man probably due to her liking of his oversized cock and his personality that forced her into a submissive role that let her relax and let things develop without any need for her to manipulate them in her own style.

The security chief at the main entrance was totally polite and she realized he was a bit nervous because he was uncertain exactly who she was and why she was here from headquarters to inspect his little fiefdom without any warning.

His name was Roger and he had been a former member of the UK Foreign Service in a security role described simply as “Classified”. She saw that he wore a wedding ring and had a photo on his desk of a smiling woman several years younger than him and two small children. She had no doubt they were his because he had that prolific look of married men with happy wives the world over making them safe in her book for a little bit of slap and tickle to make the time less boring.

She followed him to the containment unit #1 to don the hazardous chemical suit and checked the radiation band on her wrist for proper settings. They entered the unit and he showed her the readouts on the rods and they viewed the process from the inside knowing that everything was in perfect running order. They exited though the escape hatch and the decontamination station to make certain they had not picked up any unwanted travelers on their clothing whilst inside the unit.

Then, Roger took her to the main control room which was jammed with workers all intent on their own little part of the package and she watched and saw that they were skilled and experienced at what they were doing and all looked fine and dandy for unit #1. It was a routine that she would follow over the next few days to check out all four of the units for any anomalies or glitches that might result in a crisis mode to be avoided at all costs.

She knew it was the type of testing procedures and redundancy that the Russians never followed because most of the managers were connected by nepotism rather than schooling or experience like one would expect in a job of such importance.

As she was leaving the plant for the day she saw that the cleaning crew was leaving for their homes and it struck her as odd that the ethnic composition of the group was obviously not French or even typical European workers. She went back into the plant and asked the administrative department for the work files on the cleaning crew and discovered that there were none because they were not regular staff but worked for an outside cleaning agency called “New World Cleaners”. That bit of information shocked her because she knew from experience that this sort of economy on wages was a “Trojan Horse” that could result in all sorts of sabotage in any organization. Sure, they didn’t have to pay them health care or pension or sick leave or give them holidays or any of the other fringe benefits but there was really no control over the cleaning crew and they were just given passes that gave the name of the company “New World Cleaners” and their employee number without a name. That meant that they could be substituted without any control from the outsourcing company that hired them. Upon further inquiry, she also discovered they got their orders from the other company and that company had no contact person on site while they worked a shift. In Gwen’s estimation, that was akin to inviting a disaster that might cause a catastrophic accident that would take years to correct.

When she arrived back at the hotel, she discovered that the room was empty but that Henri had left his phone and wallet on the bed. Looking out the window, she saw him down by the pool sitting on the edge with an umbrella shaded drink in his hand and two females on both sides ogling his muscles and giggling at his jokes which she couldn’t hear but she bet they were in English because the two women looked like tourists from the UK if she was any judge.

She quickly took a shower and changed into her own revealing swimsuit and headed to the elevator bank to join him in his court of cunt.

Gwen approached him from the rear but some sixth sense made him turn around and he waved at her like he was on a playground and he smiled with an innocent demeanor that forced her to stifle her gut feelings after her bad experience with the cheating Dominic.

“What are you drinking?” She asked the question because he was a question mark in her book on his preferences for hard liquor.

He smiled so she could see all his white teeth. “I have the Riviera Margarita. You should get one too. They are truly fabulous.”

She ignored the two broads because she considered them competition and deep down inside she wished they would return back to London or wherever they came from for their mid-life crisis.

She ordered two of the drinks from the bar boy and absent-mindedly started nibbling on the dish of nuts on the counter for the customers. She was hungry because she hadn’t had the time to get anything at the plant and went straight home to the hotel figuring she would eat early rather than later like it was in fashion.

When she returned to Henri, the two women had vanished like they had obeyed her witch’s wishes and he made no reference to them so she did the same and let bygones be bygones.

They slowly sipped the drinks and she had to agree with his assessment that they were fabulous. He took her hand and slipped into the water supporting her with his hand under her belly. Gwen knew her ass was sticking up with her cheeks almost naked in her tiny bikini and she hoped it was inspiring to Henri to cut everything short and drag her back to the hotel room and slide his wonderful cock into her happy place and make her shake all over with the tingle that never seemed to stop once it got started in real earnest.

Henri must have gotten the message from her on a different wavelength that normal speech and it was only moments later that they were smooching in the elevator on the way up to her floor. It was nice that the elevator was empty except for them but she knew there was probably a camera recording every movement for security purposes.

She had already checked the hotel room for any video or listening devices just out of habit and found it to be clean of any bugs.

Gwen turned the sound up on the television with some nice music playing soft jazz that she found quite relaxing when making love.

Henri just left her bikini on her hour-glass figure and pushed the tiny string to the side to allow his hard erection to slide into her vagina from the rear taking her in a “head down and ass up” position on top of the bed and she felt the entire length of his nine inch cock in her feminine folds so deeply that she knew she couldn’t possibly fit anything else in there until this episode was over and she had received his full load.

He stayed in her for a long time afterward without her having to beg him to do it just like that. She appreciated his perfect reading of her desires and posed no objection when he turned her over and pushed cheeks up in the air and probed between her ass cheeks with his dick slapping her cheeks with it almost like spanking her lightly with his big boy.

Then, he was pressing into her sphincter and she forgot all about everything else and all she could think about was the feeling she knew she would get when he started going inside her back there and that there was nothing she could possibly do about it until he released her after spunking her gut with his second load.

When that action was completed, she went to her knees above him and took him into her mouth to taste his sperm and her juice all mixed together in a memorable cocktail of sex in the afternoon.