Chapter 7: Teresa to the Rescue

"Because it has all the markings of a wild goose chase, that's why!" Rutherford Brady was almost shouting now. He had never expected Teresa to accept his "no" easily, but she was very persistent. "How can you be so sure you can find the place?"

"The tech boys place the latitude and longitude about 45 Km. northeast of Cadiz. There is a little town there, Alqueria, where I can look around. A complex the size David describes can't be hidden.

"And why you, instead of one of our Spanish agents?"

"For one, they may have been compromised. For another I'm as expert in hypnotic control as anyone in NASO. Finally, can any of them hope to get into the place passing for a Latin American 'indocumentada' looking for work as a maid?"

Rutherford gazed at Teresa. She sure didn't look like a maid right now in her black, shrink-wrap miniskirt and demi-bra. He tried to imagine the dark-skinned fireball in scruffy clothes, but all he could come up with was her in no clothes at all. He shook his head. She had a point. She could look the part of an illiterate peasant, as he knew her grandparents had been. Teresa had used raw intelligence (and her stunningly sexy body), fueled by a passionate hatred of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older brother, to claw her way into and then up the NASO hierarchy.

Moreover, Rutherford knew she wasn't going to give up because it was David. He was a friend but he had been more than that. They had become lovers almost as soon as she arrived from the Central American branch. Everyone knew it could not last; each was too dominant, but for a few months they had carried on an incandescent affair.

"Oh, Rudie, you know I'll do a good job, for YOU. I want you to be proud of me," she to cooed.

Somehow the cleavage between those large, mouthwatering breast seemed to grow. Warning bells started going off all over Rutherford's brain. He didn't want to give Teresa an excuse to try to seduce him; he was pretty sure she'd succeed. Knowing when he was beaten, Rutherford sighed, "Very well, Teri, start preparations."

"Actually, I have completed them. I just have one more thing to take care of in the office," she smiled.

Presumptuous of her to anticipate his agreement, but typical, Rutherford mused as he watched Teri's sinuous hips wiggle out the door. He wondered if he had done the right thing. Damn! No panty lines.

Back in the office, Teri checked her air tickets and computer security protocols to see that everything was in order. Clothes and disguise had been packed last night. Yes, just one more piece of business she needed to take care of before leaving. She wasn't going to have much opportunity for sex for she didn't know how long. Better go off as well satisfied as possible. "Ralph, " she spoke into the intercom, "come in please, I NEED you.

She had removed and folded her blouse and was unhooking her bra when the young man came in with his steno pad. His eyes grew wide with concern when he saw his sexy boss half-naked. "Oh, no, Ms Carrillo! You're not going on mission, again, are you?" A strange look of fear and excitement came over him.

"Ralph, sweetie, you knew when I hired you, it wasn't just for your shorthand. You know what I need!" Teresa almost growled with lust.

"Ms... Ms... Carrillo, do you want us... You want me... to make love to you?

"Oh, Ralph, honey" she cooed as she slinked closer. The jiggle of her dark breasts reached out and seized the young man's eyes. "How sweet of you to even THINK about making love to a grown-up woman like me. Of course I wouldn't ask that of you."

A mixture of relief and disappointment flickered across Ralph's face. Now he was really confused as Teresa continued approaching him with the same fire in her eye. Her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and her magnificent tits were undulating marvelously.

"You can put any thought of making love to me right out of your mind, honey," she husked. "All I want is for you to bend me over this armchair and fuck the daylights out of me!" Teresa said matter of factly as she dropped her skirt.

"But warm me up, first, baby," she instructed and pressed the astonished young man onto his knees. "Yesss!" she hissed and drew his face into her already dripping bush. Some time later with the assistance of the staff of her staff assistant, Teresa was howling in ecstasy through her umpteenth orgasm.