My Only Talent Ch. 23

A response came back to her request for his full file. HQ and even MI6 were still part of the 'special relationship' with US intelligence agencies, although it was bloody well a lot less special these days. Theoretically they all shared their signals intelligence data and metadata, since the correlation of seemingly unrelated items often yielded surprising conclusions and insights. Practically speaking, some things were redacted, lest they reveal ongoing operations and/or agents or turned assets inside foreign organizations, including each other's. One could often tell a lot by what was redacted and could also read between the lines when obvious data was not included. Although she had not gotten everything, she could tell that Robbie's smart phone had been connected with some folks that were on a criminal watch list, just short of full fledged shoot on sight terrorist types. It was also connected to several other folks who were redacted because they were important insiders on the American side of the pond, although she could not tell exactly who or even what agency they might be with. Plus, there was some kind of watch on his passport, but she couldn't tell who ordered that our why. One of the other passengers that Roberts had spoken to on their flight from Dallas had done some money laundering for the Russian mob, was that the connection? How had young Robbie hooked up with such characters?

Her techie co-workers were much more enthusiastic about watching their surveillance targets have sex, if just to relieve the boredom. Watching some fat Russian crypto clerk with an old and cheap hooker was better than staring at a blank screen, she supposed. But when highly unusual behavior or a truly attractive woman were observed, there was often much punching of arms and hooting, and the best stories made it around the water cooler, or at least to the next few stakeouts. Recordings seldom were copied, due to the concomitant prison sentence. Some of the stories became apocryphal semi-legends, like the French government official who took on five male hustlers in a room of mirrors one night, or the Member of Lords who spent a night in Whitehall night serving Liberace's member as a highly flexible candelabrum. She heard the snorting and muttering before she looked up in to the monitor to see a spectacularly attractive young woman leaving the elevator on Robbie's floor. If there were any justice, this woman would have a room temperature IQ and the moral compass of a jackal, because she had the looks of a goddess.

Elizabeth had observed lots of 'sex workers' in her young surveillance career, and could usually stereotype them quickly and bin them into high end call girls, mid range escorts, or low end street hookers, and usually peg how long they had been in the business and when they were due to step down from one class to another or succumb altogether to drug addiction or an STD. This girl was almost too attractive to be a high end call girl: she might have been a model with a dope problem that had just started a 'second career'. She was classically beautiful, fresh and healthy looking, tall and big, with huge natural breasts and a very ample ass right out of a Titian painting and she veritably glowed with vitality. A call girl like that brought a premium price. She was a very, very expensive gift, which meant this young Yank might be hooked up with some very, very bad actors. The tart made her way regally to Robbie's door, head held high and ass swaying, carrying what looked like an overnight bag, and knocked. Elizabeth hated her. The facial recognition suite's first pass yielded no match to local call girls and escorts. Maybe she was new talent brought in from Poland or Hungary?

Then a passport and visa match popped up: she was an American girl, one Peggy Duchenne, several years older than our Robbie Roberts, and recent honors graduate of ESU in Texas, who had just taken a job as the most junior curator of one of London's finest art museums. Elizabeth knew how just competitive the search for that pearl of an entry level job was: one of her mates from King's college had been reduced to teaching art history part time in a backwater prep school because she could not find such a job in her field. Now Elizabeth hated the big beautiful woman even more.

As I dried off, Betty Boop knocked on my door. I just love a good erotic cartoon. "Robbie? Are you there? Could you help me? Help me out with something? More precisely can you help me out of something? I have urges you know. Urges! Perhaps I could help something out of you?" I let her in post haste. "Oh Robbie, I missed you something awful, and it has only been a few days!"

"I thought about you on the flight over, Peggy. They served toasted nuts as an appetizer, and I thought 'they are warm, tasty, and salty, and they make me want more', just like you do!"

She then affected a 'Gone with the Wind' southern American accent. "Why you silver tongue devil. You turn a girl's head with that sweet talk, but that's just so you can have your way with her, isn't it!"

"That's absolutely true. Guilty on all counts. Why don't you lie down on the bed and tell me about your new job, while I renew a few happy memories."

"You are going to take advantage of me, aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

She smiled seductively. "Well as long as we are completely clear on that point." Peggy spread herself across the very substantial bed, and put her arms up on the big headboard, as if they were restrained there. She certainly was a very substantial young lady. Two of the techies in the van groaned involuntarily. Robbie shucked off his clothes in an instant, and lay down next to her on the bed. Elizabeth was riveted by the sight of Robbie's bare buttocks moving as he adjusted his position on the bed. He kissed the girl for what seemed like forever: first her lips, then her neck and shoulders. Then he began to slowly remove her blouse, kissing each little area tenderly as it was revealed.

Another groan was heard from the techie types on her left. "That is one tidy package he is unwrapping, eh?" A breathy snort from off to her right was the only answer.

Soon the bra came off, and rather than dive in, he kissed around the edges. The girl put one hand up behind Robbie's head, as if to direct it, but he moved before she could actually touch it to change its position, seemingly doing what she wanted as if there were strings connecting her fingers to his head. Her nipples were spectacularly erect and the size of very small peaches, and looked almost as ruddy and fuzzy. Just before her hand touched his head, his tongue flicked out and just barely touched one. She gasped then groaned. So did two out of the three techies in the van.

"Oh, yes, Robbie!" She arched her back and her voice changed tone. "Well, about my job. I have a nice office at what I thought was a very good salary, but the cost of living in London is amazingly higher than I thought. I am getting to do what I love every day, but I am also the lowest of the low in the pecking order, so I do the entire gamut of menial tasks and work the longest hours, all over the museum, and seldom in my office. But that also means I am learning the art biz from the ground up. Just looking at some of the items in the collection makes me smile every day. When something new comes in, I am the first one to see it, research it, and to learn about it. She shook her head approvingly. "Oh yeah, um, yum!"

She looked down at the top of his head and smiled. "Do you remember the Greco-Roman poetry manuscript that was donated to ESU?"

Although his mouth was apparently quite full, he said something that sounded like "Uh-huh. Never forget that!"

She smiled even more widely. "Well, besides the interesting applied research I did on you, I finished all my physical examination of the manuscript and wrote a paper on it. It is being published and will look very good on my resume, and I am going to present it in Paris at a conference this spring! Plus that ESU classics professor wants me to write another paper with him after we do more carbon dating and try to tie the content to known historical events." She drew in a slow breath. "Bite them a little harder Robbie."

Apparently he did. She moaned "Yesssss!"

Elizabeth realized she hadn't ever had a conversation this interesting with any man she had dated, much less a nice looking one with such a tightly muscled ass who was actively adoring her breasts so thoroughly. That big cheeky American bitch!

By now he had removed everything but her panties, and was apparently planning to make her come with his mouth before taking them off. He was remarkably efficient at it, and her breath was soon breaking in sobs, accompanied by grunts inside the van. She spread her legs out and held them wide apart so he could put his hands under her knees. She shook and then let out a little scream, and her nipples pulsed as if they were little arterial balloons connected to her beating heart. She reached down and put her legs together briefly and pulled off her panties, and he then glued his mouth to her pussy when she opened them again, making some very appreciating and sloppy guzzling sounds in the process. She shook a little and then slid her hips down a little bit, pushing her pussy strongly into his face. He pushed against her in return, and Elizabeth could visualize his tongue sliding inside her as far as he could manage. She didn't have to visualize the girl's orgasm: she bucked and shook and gurgled in its throes.

"Oh, Robbie, that's so good! I needed that." She looked up at him adoringly. "Abelard's wife, of all people, is teaching me about the social mores around the museum. She is about 30 years younger than he, which makes her about 20 years older than me; she is very connected to the social scene. She is also one of the major forces in the museum's development and fund raising efforts."

He moved up, presenting what Elizabeth thought an impressive erection to the girl's lips, and she gave it a very warm reception indeed. Elizabeth hoped her three co-workers did not notice that she had opened her mouth involuntarily and licked her lips. The American girl worked on him enthusiastically, and then he withdrew from her and pushed her back down on the bed. He positioned himself above her, poised for penetration. "Do go on, Peggy. What was Mrs. Peter's advice for you?"

She drew in a breath just before he slammed into her. She used her ample legs to push back against him as he did. "Oh, fuck, Robbie!"

"Your wish is my command dear!" She giggled. Elizabeth now totally despised this evil creature!

"Well she assumed that I...Oh!" She grabbed the headboard for stability and pushed against his thrusts with all her might, ensuring maximum penetration, and bouncing the bed violently. "She assumed that ... I wanted to make a career of the museum, but that I also wanted to be, shall we say, 'very sexually active'."

He smiled down at her. "You are certainly doing that, Peggy. You are literally rocking my world!"

She smiled back and kept up her rhythm. "She told me I could fuck around with artists and models and students all I wanted, but to stay clear of other museum staff, donors, and people in government. If I had a relationship with any of those types, it should be carried out as if it was being videotaped constantly."

"I am certainly glad to be a student!"

She smiled widely again. "We are certainly making quite a videotape here this morning, aren't we?"

"Too fucking right!" said the tech on Elizabeth's right hand side. Suddenly Robbie accelerated his rhythm and then paused briefly as the girl shook with an obvious orgasm, raking her nails on his back and buttocks. He started in on her again, and she came again in a few more minutes. Elizabeth's eyes were glued to his butt as he pumped in and out. Then he jumped up and turned the big girl over on the bed, and pulled her hips up with his hands.

"Robbie?" the girl said, coming through very clearly on the monitor is the van "You have always been honest with me. Will you tell me the truth now?"

"Always Peggy, you know that!"

"Are you going to kiss my ass?" She sounded like she was pouting. "I don't mean just a few little kisses on the cheeks, but rather I mean will you really get in there and go for it?"

He laughed. "Do you remember the first time we were together?"

"Yes!"

"Do you remember the last time?"

"Yes!"

"Do you remember all the times in between?"

"Yes."

"And what did I do then?"

"You kissed it like I always dreamed someone would!"

"So trust me baby. I adore every lovely square millimeter of your marvelous ass. Do you remember what I did after I kissed it?"

"Oh, Yes!"

He kneeled down on the bed behind her and began to gently kiss her buttocks. She shamelessly lowered her shoulders down to the bed, spread her legs a bit, and pushed her ass up higher towards him.

One of her techs groaned again. "Luvvly-jubbly, that is!"

He stopped kissing her butt and cupped his hand hear it. "You are a very naughty girl, aren't you? Shamelessly asking a gentlemen like me to kiss your ass!" He spanked her, pretty smartly.

Elizabeth suddenly heard her own pulse pounding in her ears. She could not breathe. She actually felt herself actively getting wet. She spoke without even thinking about it. One of the techs did too, and they said it in unison: "Smack it!" No one looked about in the van. No one wanted to admit what had just happened.

On the monitor, Robbie was not the least bit inhibited. He continued to smartly spank that wondrous ass and it got red and the girl's breathing got very loud and very ragged. Robbie spoke slowly and seductively to her. "Oh, Peggy! I just can't resist your bounteous butt when it's all red and warm. He used his hands now, not to spank, but to gently caress and separate her buttocks, tenderly kissing them.

Elizabeth wasn't sure she would respond positively to having her butt described as "bounteous', but in any case, kissing it as enthusiastically as Robbie was would certainly go a long way toward making it better. He smacked, and sucked, and licked, and muttered to Peggy about how pretty it was. Then he clearly spread her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her ass – there was no mistaking that angle of approach. Peggy moaned, sounding almost inhuman. Elizabeth realized she had just bitten her own tongue.

After a few more moments of fervent ass kissing, Robbie moved up and knelt behind the now frantic girl on the bed. "I hope you are ready for me, Peggy, because I am certainly ready for you." He moved up next to her and entered her pussy doggy style. "Don't be alarmed sweetheart, that's just a quick stroke to pick up a bit of your lovely lube. You know what my real target is!" He pulled back, and pulled himself up a little taller while still on his knees behind her, and then poised with his cock just touching her anus.

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed two of the techies, while Elizabeth hadn't the breath to speak, and then Robbie slowly moved into the girl. He tucked his chin under her neck and whispered to her. He picked up his pace and his depth. Only a few of his words came through the speakers: "hot ass", "wonderful", "squeeze me" and a few undecipherable phrases. The girl's words were few and far between, but loud and clear: "fuck", "ass", and "yes, yes!" The girl moved her hips back to get more and Elizabeth was astounded as they moved in almost perfect unison to give it to her. They came together, amazingly, to a chorus of grunts and groans inside the van. She was not sure she had not contributed. Through her accelerated breathing and hormonal storm, she found herself wondering intellectually: just how long had these two been together, anyway?

He finally rolled off of her and gathered her in his arms, kissing her face and laughing. "How about some room service, Peggy my dear?"

"Isn't that what I just had?" She laughed at her own joke. "Actually, Robbie, I want you to take me to tea!"

It certainly was already early afternoon. Time sure flies when you are having Peggy. Robbie had endured a few high teas as both his grandmothers had tried to instill some 'high-falutin' manners in him. He supposed a five star hotel in London would serve one at least as classy as the Adolphus or The Rosewood Crescent back home. "OK, but if all they serve are those little finger sandwiches, they had better have a whole passel of them, ma'am. Somebody has made me very hungry." He smiled. "But I cannot tolerate clotted cream!"

He luckily had his grandmother's recommended outfit for winter tea packed with him: navy blue blazer and dark grey slacks, and his mother had supplied a muted pink Nordie's dress shirt from their shopping trip yesterday. He would be the ever casual American and dispense with a tie. It was grey and cold outside, do the tea would certainly be held inside at this time of year. Peggy added a dark grey and very demure jacket looking thing over her low cut light grey dress, but he could still be pretty confident that few of the women and none of the men would be looking at him. They rode down in the elevator and Robbie kept his hand on the small or her back possessively. She beamed at him like she had at the cabrito restaurant in Austin when he made it plain to her that he wanted everyone to know she was with him, and she had done likewise. They were seated quickly, despite the lack of reservations, and as Robbie perused the menu, he was able to eliminate all of the champagne choices. He did not notice the forty-something gentleman that was seated near them a few minutes later, nor that his briefcase sitting the chair beside him was oriented so that the little hole in it was pointing at their table.

The waiter took note of his growling stomach, and inferred a special selection was required, and put together a combination of smoked salmon on toast squares, cinnamon scones, and the inevitable finger sandwiches, along with some orange juice and some very nice hot tea. There were a lot of those little sandwiches, and he could only identify the contents of about half of them, but they were quite filling by the time he approached the two dozen mark. They waiter barely gave Robbie a sideways glance as he brought Robbie a third plate of sandwiches, earning himself a nice tip, and Peggy had a little salmon, but then marveled at each of the delicate little pastries she tried. Robbie thought they were much nicer than Bob the Knob's electrolyte laced jelly envelopes would have been, and they finally silenced his stomach. His brain was now main lining the glucose. The scones were not as good as his grandma's, but then they didn't have access to the pecan crop that she did, either. If the football games he had attended with Lara's dad's company entourage were any indication, dinner tonight would be very late in the evening, and after a lot of cocktails were put away, so he was glad to fill his hollow leg now.

Peggy was very much at ease here and carefully scanned the salon for interesting people. "Mostly tourists today, it looks like."

"Are you scanning for museum donors?"

She cleared her throat. "Well, yes, but also just for interesting people in general. While you are off at dinner, I have to attend a donor reception at the museum. The more junior you are, the more important it becomes for you to schmooze potential donors. Abelard's wife told me it is an unwritten rule that you have to recruit and bring new donors to the museum to move up the management hierarchy."

"Sounds just like ESU!"

"Do you know where you are going tomorrow, Robbie?"

"Well, sort of. A pickup outside the hotel at 6 AM, followed by a tour of some construction sites, supposedly including one in the North Sea, and then Abelard's company headquarters in someplace called Watford. I don't know how long all that will take."