Two days before I met with Hans – and, involuntarily, Victor – I made an appointment with Kristol. I had practical reasons for wanting to get reacquainted with her, but also thought she was sexy as hell and wanted to get her into bed again. She reminded me of Miriam – she was tall, blonde, and imperious, which made her a real turn-on for me.
Kristol ran an escort agency that specialized in extraordinary experiences for high-living, high-rollers, mostly men. We had met when she helped one of her clients, Ivan, get me into bed. Neither he nor she had known that Hans had ordered me to let Ivan pump me sexually so that I could pump Ivan for information.
It had worked out extremely well. Hans had gotten the information he needed to conclude a very successful business deal with Ivan, Kristol had kept a very important client happy, and I had made a significant amount of money. Oh, and I’d fucked Ivan’s brains out, so he was happy, too.
Beyond that, Kristol and I had gotten along really well personally, and there were hints that we were simpatico professionally as well. There was certainly a healthy measure of respect between us. We both knew we were compatible in bed – very much so. There was a strong mutual attraction, but beyond that, Kristol let me know that she saw me as a potential star for her agency.
She told me once that men found me irresistible – which I knew. She hadn’t known about my background as a stripper, sex worker, or my extensive slave training, but she had seen what I had done to Ivan, how he had reacted to me, and understood its significance. As a result, shortly after we had met, she invited me to contact her about a very lucrative job – someday.
I had set my honey trap for Ivan under the guise of being a seventeen-year-old intern by the name of Katja DeJong, working for Hans, and that was the name Kristol knew me by.
So now, when I approached Kristol to ask about a job, I used Katja’s name and had the passport to prove it, among a number the several others I kept. Contacting Kristol about a job as an escort was my excuse to reconnect with her, but my real purpose was to see if I wanted to bring her into my secret and use her connections to find Miriam’s killers.
So, officially she was conducting the interview, but I was also feeling her out.
On the day we met, I arrived early and introduced myself to the receptionist as Miss Katja DeJong. After being kept waiting for just enough time to ensure I knew my place, I was admitted to Kristol’s office. She came around from her desk and we did the typical European double-air-kiss greeting, after which she waved me to a hard chair while she took the comfy seat on the sofa. Another power demonstration, which made me smile inside.
Coffee was brought in by her receptionist and I noted that the interaction between the two was correct. Clearly, in the office, Kristol adopted a much more formal tone than the one she had exhibited when I met her on assignment. Also, even to a casual observer, it was clear she was the Boss. She knew it – and made sure I knew it. OK, power tell number three.
We engaged in minor chitchat and caught up. I had a solid cover story and kept to it. She listened politely, nodded appropriately, and watched me closely, much as I watched her. We were feeling each other out, but I had expected nothing less.
As we spoke, she addressed me by my first name and used the informal “thou” (du). In turn, I used the formal “you” (Sie) and addressed her with her surname and title to acknowledge her superior position in this setting. I knew if she took me on, there would have to be a clear power dynamic between us. And yet, I sensed it could be a comfortable relationship despite the difference in our perceived status.
Then we got to the heart of my interview, with her asking specific, pointed questions, which I answered. I told her I’d left Hans’ company when my internship ended and now I was working in Frankfurt, but that it was expensive to live there, especially as I sent money home to my family. After all, they had sacrificed so much for me and my education.
Then she asked what kind of work I did, so I told her I was working for a company in Frankfurt’s tech sector. I was vague on the details of my job and left her with the impression I was performing routine administrative work.
Finally, she asked if I was seeing anyone. I told her I had a relationship with my boss, Ingrid. I said I remembered the time Kristol and I first met (she said she did too, and I could hear the silent purr behind her smile) and the job offer she made back then. I told her I wanted to have some fun and needed to make extra money, so if she was serious about her earlier offer, here I was. Then I added that I was willing to do whatever it took, licked my lips, and smiled.
She just smiled at that, licked her lips in return, and nodded, then had me stand up and do a slow turn. She also complimented me on my new haircut and look as she evaluated me. Said my shorter, spikey, red-colored hair made me appear more adventurous and wicked.
After I had done my turn, she told me to undress. Was this part of a typical interview with a potential recruit? Shock them, or just a way to ensure the recruit was not wired? In my case, it was no problem. I’m not shy and I wasn’t wired, so I did.
She then walked in a slow circle about me, running her fingers thru my hair and lightly touching me. She paid particular attention to my nipples to see if I was responsive – which I was. When her finger touched my lips, I sucked it in. When I accepted her physical contact, it showed I knew my place and would be eager to make her happy.
After she completed examining me, she sat down while I remained standing, naked. Looking at me, she said that my performance today indicated my sexual willingness. That, plus how I had responded during our last meeting, gave her the confidence that I would be a good fit. She believed there was definitely a niche I could fill, which she would describe later. Then she suggested we meet for an early dinner at a nearby Gasthaus at 1800 hours, and discuss my future.
Over dinner, she asked when I would like to start. I said immediately, which brought a smile. She said one of her girls had abruptly quit last week, and Kristol urgently needed a replacement for a very special, very important, and very picky client. Skill and discretion were an absolute must. I smiled and said I’d be glad to fill in – or rather, be filled in!
With our dinner ended, she invited me to her place for a nightcap.
Her flat’s decor, like her office, reflected her personality – modern minimalist. The predominant color was white accented by black and steel. Art was tastefully placed throughout. I paused when I recognized an art piece in the style of Picasso. She saw me looking and said, “It’s a Picasso original. He gave it to my great-grandfather. It’s one of the few things the family got back after World War II.” She paused and with an expression that I took as a flash of sadness said, “Most of my family went up in smoke.” What could I say?
Next, she took my hand and we continued on through her kitchen, where we took a quick stopped long enough to pour two glasses of wine, then continued to the bedroom. As we paused at the door to her room, I saw a king-size bed, bureau, sofa, and door to the loo. As I looked about, she casually said this room was her lair. I took that to mean not only was it her safe place but that she was the predator and I was to be the prey. I later learned that she never brought casual sex partners here. It seems I was special. Perfect!
Then I felt her hand on my neck and she turned me and gave me a searching kiss. We both dove in and were on each other, with no play-acting on either side. We quickly lost our clothing and pressed our naked bodies together. We clearly had a connection because I felt an electric shock run through my body when her tits pressed against mine, and I felt her leg snake around behind mine, pulling my body closer.
After feeling each other up, she broke, and pulled me to the bed, sitting first, and pushing me down on my knees in front of her. I looked up at her with big eyes, letting her take the lead. At first, she just stroked my hair and looked at me, smiling and breathing hard. Then, she spread her legs.
I took the hint, and knee-walked over between them, placing my arms on her thighs and maintaining eye contact. Then I dropped my head, and started kissing her from the top of her mound, down inside one thigh halfway to her knee, then down, and up underneath. When I reached her pussy, I lifted my head, and dragged my tongue up the outside of her pussy lips, barely touching them and feathering them as I went, then licked up to the top of her mound. I started repeating this on the other side, but when I got to her mid-thigh, she put her hands on my head, and pulled my face into her pussy, and held me there.
I smiled to myself and decided to be bratty. I licked her lips again, but maintained the lightness and feathering before, then started kissing down the outside of her labia downwards, then up the other side, not splitting her lips, but teasing and edging her.
She indulged me for a while, then grabbed my head, spread her legs wider, and shoved my face deep into her pussy. I paused fractionally, just long enough to have her pull my head deeper, then started to lick, splitting her inner labia up to her clit. Once I was there, I licked up and down her clit, getting it nicely wet, then pulled it into my mouth, and started to gently suck it, as I would a cock.
I was gratified that her hips started to roll and she started moaning, rocking me toward and away from her. I released her clit, which caused her to groan, but kept licking and sucking, moving her closer towards an orgasm, then backing away from it, postponing her climax until finally, with a quick inhale and then a cry, she came, gushing girl-cum over my face, and holding my face on her pussy.
That was the start of what was a thrilling, exhausting, and entirely satisfying night.
She was an assertive lover and I responded to each move she made. Kissing her breasts when pulled close. Noisily showing my joy as she found my nether spot with her fingers and tongue. I orgasmed several times. Then it was my turn. My fingers and mouth explored and worshiped her. She guided my efforts; and like a good kitten, I followed her instructions explicitly.
Then I shifted gears and worshipped her my way; using my hands to feel, caress, and tweak, and my mouth to lick, suckle, and bite. Once she was on edge, I was between her legs and I finished her off. My reward came when she arched up, exploded on my face again, then had three consecutive orgasms. When her spasms subsided, I gave her a messy kiss and slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom.
Going to the sink, I got a warm, wet cloth to clean her. When I returned and expressed my intent, she started to protest. I placed a finger on her lips, said “hush,” and began to bathe her with the cloth. When done, I kneeled beside the bed looking at her. I think she was a bit taken aback, but then she pulled the cover aside and patted the spot beside her. I curled against her and we slept. I had sealed the deal.
The next morning, we shared a light breakfast and Kristol was all business again. First, we stopped by my hotel so I could change clothes, then continued to her office. There Elle, the receptionist I had met the day before, handed me a sealed packet. Inside was a sheet providing details about my date, including a photo, biography, a list of likes and dislikes, plus his known kinks. The name on his file was Gerald, although that was almost certainly an alias. I didn’t need to know his real name and didn’t really care. After all, I was using a phony name as well.
As it happened, Gerald liked black lingerie, massages, and being bathed by someone with a firm hand. Elle then sent me to an exclusive store where I was fitted for a dress, lingerie, heels, and a long hooded cloak. From there I went to a salon where I had my hair and nails professionally done. So far, I was liking this assignment! Once I finished my clothing purchases and makeover, I went directly to my hotel, memorized the information about my date, and decided how I was going to work him.
At the appointed time, I knocked on the door to his suite, which Gerald opened. What he saw standing in the hallway was a petite form wearing a long black cloak. He started to say something, but I held up my index finger. “Shhh,” I commanded. I put my hand on his chest and walked him solemnly backward into the room. He was intrigued.
Once he had closed and locked the door, I threw my hood back and shook out my red-colored hair, revealing a gilded carnival mask, and introduced myself as Sirena, my “work” name. He smiled and asked if I would like a tour of the suite, which I accepted. I shucked off my cloak, letting it pool on the floor, and revealing a delicate push-up bra, thong, thigh-high stockings with five-inch heels, and sheer gloves that came all the way to my upper arms, all in black. I was pleased when I heard him inhale.
Taking his hand, I let him guide me through his suite. He was clearly trying to impress me, so I acted suitably impressed, though I remained largely silent, except for the occasional exclamation of surprise or appreciation.
To describe it as expansive would be an understatement. There was a sitting area, large screen TV, wet bar, kitchenette, and second, guest bathroom. The main bedroom had a king-size bed with a high mattress, and a connecting master bathroom, which had a toilet and an enormous, enclosed glass, walk-in shower, and a sunken jacuzzi tub. Definitely a high roller.
Plus he had brought his favorite restraints. How considerate.
Once he had finished the tour, we began our three-hour “date.” I led him to the bedroom and slowly undressed him. Along the way, I petted and stroked him. As his breath quickened, I pushed him back on the bed, where he lay with his cock at attention as I fastened the restraints on his wrists and ankles. Satisfied that they were tight and that he was going nowhere, I went to work on him.
Putting a condom in my mouth, I started to cock-tease him, taking my time. I even went to the wet bar for ice, giving him a hot and cold oral treatment. Every time he tried to talk I hushed him. And as he had a thing for ball gags, after the fourth time of him attempting to say something, I reached over, fitted it into his willing mouth, fastened it tightly, then carried on teasing, but never quite pleasing him. Finally, after about two hours of slap and tickle, I pulled the condom off and allowed him to cum, fountaining up and over his chest and reaching his chin as he groaned noisily and pulled against his restraints.
Once he had cum, I became Miss Nice, removing all the restraints and ballgag, then gave him a bonus. When he tried to speak, I shushed him and said severely, “Be a good boy!” I led him to the bath, fetched a glass of wine for him, lowered the lights, and bathed him, slowly and sensuously, using a bit of hand work along the way, until finally, he came again, arching his back and shouting. When he was done I dried him off and fetched a robe for him, helping him on with it.
As I prepared to depart, he kissed me fondly and rewarded me with “a little something extra” – which was, in fact, a substantial tip, and subsequently gave me a rave review.
Miss DeJong – Sirena – had arrived as a star in Kristol’s stable, and hadn’t left so much as a fingerprint or a shred of DNA in the process.
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My success with Gerald served my ends in several ways. First, I had some fun. I like sex, remember, and this gave me free access to the kind of kinky sex that had been hard to come by since I had left DeCoven, and since…well, since Miriam died.
It also put me in Kristol’s bed on a regular basis, which I loved, partly because she had so many characteristics in common with Miriam, except Kristol wasn’t a true Domina. Assertive, yes; dominant, no, but she was a tall, statuesque blonde with an imperious manner, which almost made me homesick.
But beyond that, she had a client list that reached the highest – and lowest – levels of society throughout Central Europe. Her clientele wasn’t divided by socio-economic strata, old money versus new, or even whether you knew the Right People or not. It was focused on one criterion: Who would pay for exotic experiences? I was pretty sure that Miriam’s killers would fit into that category, either directly, or through people who knew people.
And that’s how I got to Mr. Action.
I had gotten Action’s name through the combined efforts of my online digging, the information I stole from the strip club’s organization while I was working as a stripper and secretary for Mikhail in Brussels, and from leads developed for me by The Collective, my hacker community. Plus, I got the names of some of the places where he tended to appear. Accordingly, I asked Kristol if she knew him, or knew anyone who did know him.
That made her curious. “Why are you interested in someone with, um, that background? An innocent young girl like you shouldn’t even know that kind of person exists, let alone want to get close to him. What’s going on, Katja? And the real story this time, not the cover story you’ve been pushing. If I’m going to help you, I need to know the stakes involved.”
So I decided it was time to take her into my confidence. I had been planning on doing so eventually but was hoping to postpone it until after I had avenged Mistress. Moreover, she had rumbled to the fact that I wasn’t a sweet, innocent intern when I was doing Ivan. I couldn’t insult her intelligence by pretending when she demanded to know what was going on.
I told her who I really was, how I had been married to Miriam, and that I was seeking revenge for Mistress’ death. I also told her it was probably dangerous for her to know, let alone to help me. Yet, I not only liked Kristol, but I felt I couldn’t put her in danger without her being aware of it.
She sat there, listening intently, a small frown on her face. When I was done, she looked off into the distance, thinking, then turned back to me. “I could betray you, you know. I’m sure I could find people who would pay well to know you were on their tracks. Did you think of that?”
I nodded, “Yes. But first, I don’t believe you will do it. I mean, not only do I really like you and suspect you like me – in and out of bed – but you stand to make more employing me than you would betraying me. And second, if you did betray me, I’d vanish – and you would find yourself very much worse for wear in the process.”
Then it was my turn to sit and wait while she decided.
It didn’t take her long. She smiled at me with barely any hesitation. “Katja – or whatever your name is – I had already decided I was going to help, but I wanted to know the score. Especially as this guy can be real trouble, from what I know about him. I need to know you’re up to it. Besides, I knew Miriam – how could I not? Our world is not all that big, and she was a very important part of it. And I know Hans as well.”
