Chastity Flame (7 page)

They walked along for a few blocks,
surreptitiously watching the arrival of the apparent emergency
medical techs, who carried off the two prone figures as Chastity
and Amélie rounded the next corner. As they put some distance
between the scene and themselves, Chastity went over the events of
the evening to see if there was anything to salvage. He was
suspicious of her, afraid and unlikely to make contact again.
Monitor was not going to be happy.

"Shall we have a drink?" Amélie said
at last, when they paused on a corner. She had her hands in her
pockets and was staring off in the opposite direction.

"I suppose," Chastity said. What the
hell? There was time enough to check in and no doubt Monitor would
want her to return to London in the morning. Might as well make the
most of the trip. "Where to?"

"How about your hotel room?" Amélie
grinned up at her. "We can get a bottle of wine. I am far too tense
to go home now. A good fight, it gets the blood up,
yes?"

Chastity returned the smile. It was
true. The adrenaline still pumped through her veins. A little wine
would take the edge off, certainly. They hailed a cab and jumped
in. Chastity heard her mobile chime and found a text message with
her Eurostar reservation time and number. "An early start," she
sighed to Amélie.

Back in the room, Amélie went straight
for the menu, chose a very good bottle of Bordeaux and ordered a
cheese tray as well. "Wine without cheese? Sacrilege!" she said,
taking in Chastity's room curiously.

"You have to show me that move you
used," Chastity said, after they had tipped the waiter and sent him
on his way. She took a piece of an aromatic cheese she did not
recognize and chewed it slowly. It matched perfectly with the
wine.

Amélie laughed. "It's not so much, but
let me try." She threw back her glass of wine and stood up. "It
will be easier without this bulky jumper," she added, suiting
action to words. They had already both removed their shoes while
waiting for the wine, but Chastity was intrigued now: particularly,
because Amélie was not wearing a bra.

Her small breasts were pale and the
tiny pinkish nipples stood erect from the brush of the clothing.
Amélie's body was lean and well muscled, bearing all the marks of
careful discipline. She looked expectantly at Chastity, who stood
up and removed her black sweater as well. "Show me."

Amélie stepped forward and took
Chastity's wrist in her hand. "This is the contact point, although
it's a ruse to distract. It gets your target off balance." She
looked Chastity directly in the eye. "Nice bra. French?"

"Italian, I think it was."

"You should get some Belgian lace,"
she said, running her fingertips along the strap before continuing
the lesson. "Next, you strike here, while stepping forward. Your
knee should hit here firmly," she added. Despite the slow pace of
the demonstration, Chastity lost her balance and fell back onto the
bed, pulling Amélie with her.

Ever the professional, Amélie
continued nonetheless as she leaned over Chastity. "You could hit
the windpipe as they fall, or any of a dozen nerve points." Instead
of demonstrating this, however, she reached up to run her hand
along Chastity's cheek, then swirled her finger in her ear, gauging
her reactions.

Chastity pulled her down and brought
her mouth up for a kiss. It was slow and explorative, gradually
gaining fire. Amélie buried her hands in Chastity's hair, pulling
her head back so she could dive in to kiss and bite her neck. It
was marvelous and Chastity felt the rush of blood rise to her neck.
Amélie's hard little nipples rubbed against her chest and Chastity
ran her hands along her back, feeling the play of muscles as they
squirmed together on the bed.

Impatient now, she tried to roll them
over, but Amélie's wiry legs kept her down. Chastity relaxed and
fastened her mouth on Amélie's nipple, nipping it ever so lightly
and tonguing the tender nub before repeating the treatment on the
other side. Amélie groaned and fumbled for the clasp on Chastity's
bra. She let Chastity raise herself to remove the encumbrance and
Amélie used the moment to thrust her back down on the bed,
squeezing Chastity's breasts together and rubbing her face between
them. "I love your chest!" she murmured, before closing her mouth
over a nipple. Chastity gave in and threw her arms back to savor
the sensation.

"You are mine, for now, Pauline. I
will have all of you to enjoy."

Reveling in her triumph, Amélie bit
and kissed her breasts with increasing passion, eventually trailing
down to her belly, wiggling her tongue in Chastity's belly button
as she reached for the top button of her jeans. She pulled the
zipper down, yanked the jeans down around her thighs, then pulled
them all the way off and threw them on the floor. Amélie smiled up
at Chastity and again she was struck by the elfin look of her face
with that impish grin.

Amélie quickly turned her attention
back to Chastity's thighs, running her hands down the smooth
expanse, then tickling her pinky under the edge of her lacy
knickers, running it slowly toward the creamy centre. "Trés jolie,"
she said, shifting her hand so she could slide her index finger
around the pulsating clit. Grabbing the sides of the panty, she
pulled it down quickly, returning her lips to exploration of
Chastity's belly as her fingers roamed through the thick hair, then
slipped around to grip her bum for a more direct assault, murmuring
her pleasure in French.

Chastity sighed with pleasure as
Amélie's tongue swirled around her swollen bud then ploughed
between the swollen lips with evident pleasure. Just when she
sensed that her mouth had established a rhythm, she gasped as
Amélie suddenly thrust two fingers into her wet cunt. She moved her
mouth to Chastity's thigh, biting the tender flesh as her fingers
began to work faster, then returning her mouth to suck on the
aching clit while she worked her digits swiftly in and out, until
Chastity was writhing with pleasure and coming around her hand with
shuddering undulations of pleasure.

When at last she loosened her grip on
the bedclothes, Chastity drew Amélie up for a deep kiss, thrusting
her knee between her thighs. "Time to get your pants off, ma
chérie." Wasting no time, Amélie unfastened her trousers and stood
up to shake them down. She wore no underwear and her pubic hair was
shaved into a neat triangle. Chastity sat up and wrapped her arms
around the lithe form. Amélie's ass was unbelievably firm, but
round and soft nonetheless. Chastity kneaded it with pleasure,
lifting her chin to catch a nipple between her lips and suck away
contentedly.

When Amélie began to sway, Chastity
hooked her arm around her waist and tried to drag her down onto the
bed. For the moment, Amélie seemed compliant. Chastity covered her
mouth with her own, thrusting her tongue down her throat and
fucking her mouth with enthusiasm as she massaged Amélie's breasts.
"What would you like?" she asked, moving to bite her earlobe as
Amélie groaned.

"I want your mouth, your hands. I want
you to suck me until I come. But first I want to ravish those
divine breasts." Suiting action to words, Amélie dove into those
delights, grabbing the soft flesh to make Chastity sway toward her
mouth. Her hunger was thrilling and Chastity reveled in the
attention. At last she released her and said, "Now." Amélie lay
back and smiled up at Chastity, who straddled her at
once.

Chastity squeezed Amélie between her
thighs, reaching down to ruffle the amusing triangle of hair at her
mound, then slid down the bed to get a better position. On a whim,
she had Amélie flip over while she feasted herself on the warm
flesh of her bottom, biting hard which Amélie's moans encouraged.
She slipped her hand between her thighs and found copious honey
flowing, smearing it around the wet slit and tickling the swollen
head of her clit. Amélie jumped and Chastity dove in, thrusting her
tongue inside and tasting the salty sweetness as she probed deeply,
while Amélie's thighs tightened around her head.

"Suck me," Amélie hissed.

Drawing out, Chastity flipped her back
over, crouching at the end of the bed. She ran her tongue around
the pink flesh then bit into those strong thighs. The impressions
left pink half moons across the pale skin. Chastity reached up to
stroke the slick and swollen lips, pinching them between her
fingers, before she let go and fastened her lips once more around
the hard little nub. Pulling and sucking, she dug her fingers into
Amélie's thighs, stretching them out as far as they would go while
her head bobbed. She could feel the tension fill her legs and
suddenly Amélie was bucking against her mouth and hands wildly, her
back arched as she cried incoherently. Chastity stayed with her
every movement. At last she collapsed gratefully, laughing with
pleasure.

"I think I need more wine," Amélie
said finally, rolling over on to her back to smile at Chastity.
"And probably cheese, too. I have quite a good appetite now. You as
well, n’est-ce pas? " She leaned over to grab the tray and brought
it onto the bed. "If only every assignment ended like this." She
reached up to caress Chastity's cheek.

Chastity grinned. "I love Belgium.
It's such a friendly country."

Chapter
Five

In the morning, Amélie left behind
only an unsigned note, "Au revoir!" which made Chastity smile. With
her usual efficiency, she was packed and on her way back to London
in no time. This time the train ride proved uneventful. Chastity
had barely stepped into her flat when her phone jangled. "Come at
once," the text read. Chastity sighed, stepped over to Russell
Square for a taxi, and sped toward headquarters.

The dingy building on Greek Street
certainly gave no clue as to its contents. Sandwiched between a
dance club and more sober businesses, it looked as if it could be
the home of a middling group of investment bankers. Indeed, the
name carefully lettered in neat script on the brass plate
outside—Basingstoke Developments Ltd.—seemed geared to discourage
any curiosity about the interior even if one did venture to ring
the bell for admission.

Even upon entering it looked like any
office. Valerie, the receptionist, smiled and nodded, tacitly
waving her through. A dozen other workers engaged in typical tasks,
shuffling paper and typing away at computer screens. Had a stranger
walked through the door, they would likely not have noticed the
sudden tension their presence generated, so adept were the
employees on this floor. But Chastity knew what lay behind the
affable façades—and what weapons lay within easy reach.

She waved a hello to Philip in the
East Bloc room, as he was gesturing to a large map of Georgia while
three ops regarded him closely. She was about to turn down the
corridor to Monitor's office, when she heard her name being called.
Turning, she saw the tall lanky frame and permanent bedhead look of
their chief gadgeteer as he sprinted toward her like an oversized
colt.

"Chastity! How did the phone work?
Great in any weather, underwater and at any elevation," Kevin said
proudly, holding something that looked like a toy in his
hand.

"It worked fine except for tipping off
the target," she said dryly.

Kevin's face fell. "Tipped off?
How?"

Chastity shrugged. "He scanned it
somehow and found it had even more security than his phone, so he
figured out I wasn't a reporter after all."

"Damn! When things go wrong, they
really go wrong," he sang tunelessly, but his eyes were already
glazing over with thought. "We need a fake identity overlay, so it
reads like a normal phone and hides the security levels. But
how?"

"Out of my league," Chastity said with
a laugh.

Kevin looked at her with amusement.
"Sure you wouldn't want to come over to the tech side of things? I
could have you rebuilding PDAs in a few days. You'd be brilliant.
Safer, too—worst thing to happen is a little explosion now and
then. Relaxing really."

"No thanks. I'm useless when it come
to fidgeting with things. No patience."

"What about dinner sometime?" Kevin
raised his eyebrows hopefully.

Chastity gave him a look of mock
severity. "You know there's supposed to be no fraternizing within
the ranks."

"Is that still true? I thought maybe
they changed the rules."

Chastity chuckled as she headed down
the hall to Monitor. The door was open and, as she walked in, she
could see the chief up on a ladder retrieving a file from one of
the higher shelves, reinforcing Chastity's image of her as some
kind of reference librarian. As usual, her greying hair was lopped
up in a hasty knot on her head, stray hairs shooting out at all
directions. Chastity could see there was a button missing from the
group of three at her cuff. Only a genius could get away with such
a criminal sense of dress.

"Hello, Control!" she called out
cheerfully, plopping herself down in the seat across from the
desk.

This gained her a severe look over the
glasses. "You know I hate when you call me that," Monitor said
crossly, clambering down the ladder with effort. "You give the
wrong impression about the work that we do here."

Chastity snorted. "And who is going to
get that impression except the people that already do work
here?"