Chapter 11

Danny studied her six inch fuck me pumps lost in her secret thoughts about her many mistakes in her undercover assignment. It had all made sense back in Washington, D.C. when she was in training school, but here on the ground in her role as a musical student with almost native grasp of Gallic tongue, she had to constantly be on her guard against changing circumstances that taxed the limits of her ability to adapt to the unpracticed challenges around her at all times.

She had to admit she was perplexed by this CIA undercover operative called Mike Gallagher who looked like an ordinary guy with limited masculine attributes and almost pansy-like attitude that put off most females looking for a real man.

Danny had to admit she was somewhat tempted to reach out and fondle his package just to see if he was attracted to girls because she had her suspicions that he might swing both ways.

She licked her lips thinking of Patrick Jr. with his oversized cock and his wild, youthful outlook on girls and life in general.

A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see the bespectacled face of the CIA representative standing over her like some bird of prey looking for his next meal.

“Well, Miss Doyle, right on time. I do love promptness. It is a virtue that speaks to one’s character.”

She rose to her feet, stumbling awkwardly in her high heels and reached out her arm to steady herself against the young CIA agent’s body. Unfortunately, as it always seems to happen in such things, her hand came to rest on his hard erection hidden under his loose clothing.

Her eyes flew up to his startled face and she knew her face had turned a shameful shade of pink due to her embarrassed reaction to his unexpected hardness in close proximity.

At least the accidental grope answered her question of sexuality on his part, and she wondered if it was due to a young lady he had just left or the sight of her long slender legs and pretty bum.

In any eventuality, she had determined he was definitely heterosexual and that set her at ease knowing that her charms might influence their future connection.

“I am so sorry, sir, I assure you it was entirely unintentional.”

Mike smiled at only inches from her face and reassured her, “Quite all right, dear Miss Doyle, but I must say, that is quite forward of you right out in the open right here in the lobby.”

She knew he was making a joke at her expense, but she was not offended because it would give her an opening for further up close and personal actions in the very near future.

Danny allowed him to tuck her waist up tight against him in the elevator, but it seemed appropriate because it was crowded, and they packed in like sardines in a metal tin.

The Marine bar was busy with lots of customers all talking in little groups and at tables for two spread out into the darkened corners. Two young marines were acting as bartenders, and they were chatting up all the females with practiced ease. The younger women were giggling, and the older ones were eating it up with jaded eyes desperate for personal attention.

A few marines just coming off duty guarding the consulate came in and sat mixing with the customers both at the bar and at the tables drinking the on-tap draft beer with obvious relish. They were all relaxed because the sharp-eyed Gunny who was their boss was not present and they knew that their behavior would not be monitored closely.

Danny screened the crowd and saw that there was a mixture of Irish Catholics, Irish Protestants, British nationals, and assorted American consulate workers as well as some other diplomatic members of assorted embassies and consulates in the Northern zone. Some were young, some were old, but most were there for the drink and the social atmosphere of high-charged sex with the young marines randy and ready for sex at any opportunity.

She sat at the bar with Mike next to her.

Danny wondered if any of the marines knew that Mike was an undercover CIA agent, but her gut told her it was highly unlikely.

The tall marine barman fixed her a bloody Mary and winked at her with his smiling face running his finger over her extended thumb around the glass. She knew he was one of those young lads that were always ready for a romp in the hay or anywhere else they could find willing pussy waiting for exploration.

He told her that his name was Gary and that he came from the Lone Star State Texas.

“Everything in Texas is big, little lady, especially the men in those places that really make a difference to the female population.”

She saw that Mike was deep in a conversation with a gentleman from Eastern Europe and he ignored the barman’s free hand rubbing along Danny’s bare arm with gentle motions. In fact, Danny was doing her best to hold her emotions in check because the marine’s sexual innuendoes had her pussy juices flowing nicely beneath her covering lace edged panties.