Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) (9 page)

Matt grimaced as she went by. The woman discreetly fixed the rest of her skirt that she had just pulled down when Eve entered.

“Eve. I will never lie to you,” Henri held her close and looked straight into her eyes. “Do I have sex with other women? Yes. Do you have sex with other men, of course you do. How couldn’t you? Look at you?” He trailed his finger along her cheek and held her trembling hand in-between his. “You’re shaking. Don’t be angry. Be… what’s the word you Americans love…  ah, be empowered. You’re not you Eve. You’re becoming the ultimate version of you that you always wanted. Sexual. Powerful. Rich. Desired. Be happy that Matt gave you that, but you’re growing up so to speak. You’re moving on. Men like Matt, they’re useful to us, to the organization. But women like you Eve, not like that rather typical example of Eurotrash out there, you’re real, Eve. You’re what those men want deep down. They don’t want a prostitute like that... that will sleep with any man with a fat wallet. They want to be loved and cared for… and of course fucked properly. The prostitute gets old, boring. Total fulfillment for a man that
captures his attention, his body, and his heart is what they want. Not so different from you is it? We don’t have enough of you Eve, and we have too many of her type.” Henri tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. “Why don’t you let me be your contact instead? You need a little guidance and support. Matt isn’t any good for that. What do you say, hmm?”

“Yes,” she said staring into his eyes. Those eyes… those truthful eyes. There was no sugar coating there. Finally an honest man. An honest man that knew how to fuck her. “Yes, of course.”

“Good, very good. Now, I’m going to sleep through this flight. I’m exhausted. And, as a little treat for you, Gabriel, who has been waiting so patiently for your time, is going to give you a massage, okay? After your hard weekend, just for you. If you want more, let that be up to you today. I’ll tell Matt to stay up front.”

“Good, do that.”

“Gabriel is in the back.” Henri settled his bags, pulled out a down pillow, and quickly settled into sleep.

Eve went through the makeshift door in a partition that had been set-up for privacy in the back of the plane.

“Eve, sweet Eve,” Gabriel flicked his warm brown eyes down to her and gave her a big, comforting hug. “You’ve done a lot on this trip, huh? Here’s a robe, would you like a massage?”

“You have no idea.”

“Go ahead and change. We’ll take off, and then we’ll set things up all the way, okay?”

Eve grabbed the spa robe with a smile. Her mind tried to interrupt her brief happiness with doubts. Eve felt that maybe she had given in too easily. A French accent, some handsome men, and a massage… she was an easy target. She came back out in the robe feeling pensive.

“Eve, I can see something is on your mind. Have a seat. What’s going on?”

“So, I haven’t seen any of this money that’s always being promised.”

“One million dollars in a Swiss bank account… your Swiss bank account, tomorrow. That was part of the papers that you signed. That’s your first check, so to speak.”

“That’s what Malcolm said, my first check. Check for what exactly?”

“Well, we don’t exactly get paychecks. We’re paid by the job and a monthly allotment. No taxes anymore Eve.” Eve broke out in an enormous smile. “Of course, this job can get dangerous, so consider that your new problem, not Uncle Sam. Besides they don’t want any agency messing with us. You’ll be left alone. The deposit, let’s call it that instead, is for joining up. A… signing bonus. Right?”

Gabriel nodded to her and raised his eyebrows for confirmation, but she suspected he was just trying to make her feel comfortable. His English was flawless. He didn’t need her help.

A cool million dollars tax free. She was happy, then frightened. No one gives you a million dollars and the IRS looks the other way without you being involved in some serious shit. The plane took off and as they climbed, Gabriel gave her hand a pat, and let her sink into her thoughts. Training had been mentioned briefly… should she be scared, intrigued, or both? Where would she live? Would she ever see her parents again? What about her driver’s license? Did she have an actual grave? They said she was now legally dead after all.

“Okay, massage for one,” Gabriel patted the table. He had stripped down to his white t-shirt. It was nice to be surrounded by well-cared for men, strong men. She gave him a quick once-over and climbed onto the table. He slid a towel up under her robe, and she released the robe to him. He turned on some background music. Was it
The Goldberg Variations
? She thought it was. Before she knew it warm oil was being spread by strong, bronzed hands over her back.

“You know I actually did this for a living to get through college, so I hope it is good. Tell me any areas you’re having a problem with.”

“Neck, shoulders.”

“Classic. Most people carry stress there.” He worked out a knot, and Eve sighed with relief. More oil, more rubbing this time from the legs, up, up, and he stopped.

“How far would you like me to go?”

“As far as you want to go.”

“You’re already wet,” he whispered as he slid his fingers inside of her. She let him massage her inside and out. He stopped briefly as his jeans hit the floor. He turned her over and took off his t-shirt. He was perfectly muscled, a gym dream. Eve never thought she would have a man like this kneading her body, all she had to say was yes, and she didn’t even care about that anymore.

“More,” Eve encouraged as she pulled herself down the table, wrapping her legs around his waist. He slid his oiled hands over her breasts, up her neck and down to her hips. He gently pumped into her, and she let herself be rocked up and down on the table. His head reclined, and he let out a moan. He fucked her hard, pumping his cock all the way in. Eve got louder and louder, she forgot about anyone else on the plane. “Yeah, oh yeah, fuck me!”

Gabriel bent over, cradled her head, and fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he pulled out and exploded over her stomach. “Oh my God,” he stood up slowly, “I’ve been waiting days for that.”

Clean-up ensued and Eve lulled her head around her neck feeling loose and alive. The plane was dead quiet. She gave a panicked glance around and then looked over to Gabriel. “Don’t worry, this plane has seen and heard worse,” he laughed. “There’s a shower in the back. You can go first.” Eve pulled her robe on and he cupped her breast as she walked by, “You must not keep yourself for only Henri’s games. I can play games too.” He bent down to give her a kiss, and she made her way to the showers for hot water and total relaxation. For once in Eve’s life, it was very, very good to be a woman.

Malcolm made his entrance in silk suspenders, slicked hair, and what looked like a Saville Row suit with shoes that dazzled like the sun during Eve’s Florida trip. Cornflower blue eyes and hair that was the most perfect shade of brown... all others being inferior, mousy in comparison. She didn’t know whether to fuck him or slap him.

“Good flight?” He poured her a cup of coffee. Eve had found her hotel, the Four Seasons on the infamous or famous Pennsylvania Avenue, inviting after a turbulent plane trip.

“Gabriel made it so, and Henri as well. I like him.”

“Very good. He’s to be your handler. What? You look puzzled.”

“Why am I in a hotel?”

“It’s just for a couple nights, and you’re not to leave it. There are two bodyguards outside the door. You’ll be going to training soon. We always like to give a little luxury before the hardship of training. It’ll be for four months. More if you need it, or a refresher later on, perhaps. Generally, we start you out and see what your natural skills are, what we can tweak, what you’re comfortably with using. We analyze your interaction style with people, especially men, and your physical presence. We also spend a lot of time on physical safety and teaching you how to get information.

“So, do I break into people’s offices or something, or seduce them?”

“These men don’t need seduction, they’re the seducers. They merely need availability and time. Say they have a wife. Well, she suddenly wins a free, luxurious spa vacation with her friends out of town courtesy of us. And, guess who is the new girl at wherever you need to be? You are. We always match attraction types, so you won’t have to worry about that. You will be his type, and you will be available whether he’s single and always on the make, or he’s married and needs the wife away to get close to you. Some don’t even need that. Sex is your primary weapon, and I’ve heard you’re not half bad at it,” he let out a self-satisfied little laugh. She gave him back a sneer. “Oh us boys, you know we do talk. Anyway, we’ll teach you about various technologies to get the information we need. You’ll be completely comfortable going into every job. I promise you that.”

“I can see that I’m going to be busy.”

“You’ll also be alternating between hair colors. We’ll keep you brunette for now, but for some jobs, we’ll put you back to that disarming strawberry blonde you naturally bear.”

“No choice on that?”

“It all depends on the job and the target, always a man unless you swing the other way sometimes?”

“No thanks.”

“Okay, not a problem. Don’t worry. These men are in their prime and often not in the public light. They all have a weakness for women, and women have a weakness for them. That’s why they’ve been chosen. Synthesis is best in spy work. And, that’s why we are selected, and of course the type of job it is… a black ops job not something for the usual channels.”

“How many of us are there?”

“Enough, but it is a dangerous job. Only the best make it. I’m going to level with you, Eve. You may not survive this,” Eve’s eyes widened. A controlled rage began seething behind her eyes.

“You contracted me to a job for life that I can’t escape from with certain death for an outcome? You fucking son of a bitch!”

“Oh now, Eve, that was the risk. You’re not a baby anymore. You’re a woman. You made this choice. You wanted those things. Do you think the world is made up of, how would you say it, ‘awesome’ sex clubs with lots of hot men and women fucking and reveling in money? Not everybody dies anyway, just some people. Come on, you’re not stupid… are you?”

“Of course not… asshole.”

“Good, listen Eve, let’s get back to business then. No more tantrums.” He slapped her on the shoulder and poured himself a scotch, neat. “Now, about training. Your routine will make you an animal,
a sexual animal
. And
that
is the type of shape we need you in. You’re great now, but you need six days a week training, exceptions for extreme illness and in-training operation days. Don’t worry, it will help you deal with the stress and you get to be alone, which is nice.”

“So that’s it. Yadda, yadda, you might die, yadda, yadda. Unbelievable!” Eve paced around the Royal Suite. Four thousand square feet of tastefully appointed space right by the seat of a global power. Unfortunately, she had been that stupid. There was no turning back now. She had gotten caught up in the sex, the adventure, Matt had been so, so beguiling, and now… now there was only one way out and that was through. She had to survive this. She stalked off to the bedroom and seated herself on the bench in front of the bed. She found herself daydreaming unexpectedly, Malcolm waking up next to her, her body sore from his demands.

“Have I lost you?” he entered the bedroom, as if it was now the most important room in the hotel. He had a habit of that… of entrance.

“I have a lot of adjustments to make.”

“Only natural, Eve. Do you like Eve or Evelyn?”

“Eve is fine,” she answered, distracted by him seating himself on the bench right by the bed. She suddenly felt hot. She felt herself blushing.

“I like Evelyn, what a rare name nowadays… it’s refined. You’re an amazing asset, Evelyn. I can’t tell you the last time we had a girl with an active mind. You’re scared now. Scared is good because if you weren’t you’d be crazy, or reckless. We hate reckless. Reckless gets you killed.” Malcolm slid his hand over her knee and up to her pulsing, wet slit. Over her jeans, he simply grabbed her cunt and held her. She turned her head to look at him, and he was staring at her intently. “This is going to rule the world Eve. You’re going to be
my
star. Now take off your clothes.”

“I…”

“Don’t talk to me. Do it.” Eve slowly removed her clothes more out of hesitation than a slow seduction. “Now undress me.” Eve obeyed and removed his clothes, a little more quickly. She tried not to fumble. “Get on your knees Evelyn.” She did so and he tipped up her chin. “Suck my cock until I come.” Eve again obeyed silently. He tipped her chin upwards again, so that they were looking directly into each other’s eyes. He let out a self-satisfied muffled murmur of pleasure, and dipped her head back down to finish him off. “Harder and faster Evelyn, harder and faster.” His thighs tensed, and he pulled out and came on the bench by her head. He seized her head with both hands, “Very good. We’ll have some company tonight.” He grabbed the duvet off the bed, gave himself a quick wipe-down, and off to the showers without another word.

Eve looked around and sank back onto her thighs. She gathered her clothes closer and had the impulse to fold his clothes for him. She finished folding and laid them carefully on the bed. Eve grabbed a room service menu. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. She dialed and began to order when he piped up from the shower.