From Russia With Love

I was sent to Moscow on assignment...

In the dead of the cold, dark winter...

Searching for the perfect escort...

I found myself near the Kremlin...

We saw each other from a distance...

Her beauty was totally breathtaking...

But this particular mission was extremely important...

I had to remain steadfast and focused...

My approach was basically classic...

I asked her if she was for hire...

While my Russian was indeed perfect...

Her response was in the Queen’s English...

She offered to assist me...

Her response was enthusiastic...

She look demurely into my eyes...

We shook hands firmly in agreement...

She suggested we meet over cocktails...

To discuss the details of my assignment...

She suggested a small bar called Korobok...

Located in the basement of the Tehnikum...

We met there promptly at 7:00...

She ordered Haku vodka and beluga caviar...

Pretty sophisticated for an escort...

Maybe she knew what she was doing...

She was curious about my assignment...

I was eager to share the details...

As she poured the icee smooth vodka...

We talked late into the evening...

As the clock approached midnight...

I requested the check from the waiter...

He said the bill had been settled...

I was startled, but replied “spasiba...”

We made a plan to meet for lunch...

She suggested Mendeleev, near the Square...

I felt comfortable with her suggestion...

We shoot hands before we departed...

I walk slowly to my apartment...

Wondering where she might live...

But I had to stay mentally focused...

It was imperative to my success...

I slept better that evening...

Than I had since arriving in Moscow...

The next morning I felt totally rested...

Like I was ten years younger...

I looked forward to our luncheon...

We met promptly at 12:00 noon...

She was wearing a silk dress...

With eye shadow and red lipstick...

She ordered medovukha...

We drank much throughout our discussion...

She asked more questions about my assignment...

Her interest level was somewhat exciting...

We talked until it was time for dinner...

She suggested a restaurant nearby...

I requested the check from the waiter...

He said the bill had been settled...

We dined on Russian lobster tail...

Topped with mounds of caviar...

Once dinner was over and the bottles of Veuve Clicquot was finished...

She invited herself up to my hotel room for more discussion...

But this particular mission was extremely important...

I had to remain steadfast and focused...

I requested the check from the waiter...

He said the bill had been settled...

As we entered the elevator...

I noticed a slit in her silk dress that went up her thigh...

Her legs were long, and slender and absolutely perfect...

I hadn’t noticed before, but her stockings had a black line climbing up the back of her legs...

As I went to put the key in my door...

I felt her press her breast against my side...

I couldn’t tell if I was just startled or excited because what I thought was happening was completely intoxicating...

Once we were inside, she closed the door behind her and walked slowly across the room as she slipped her sweater to the floor... 

She stood facing the bed with her back to me as she quietly kicked off her shoes... 

She looked over her left shoulder and asked quietly if I would unzip the back of her dress...

Reminding myself that this particular mission was extremely important and I had to remain steadfast and focused...

My heart was racing as she quietly started unbuttoning my white cotton Brooks Brothers shirt.

Before I knew it, we were under the silk sheets...

I tried in vain to remind myself why I was in Moscow and the details of my important assignment, but all she wanted to do was rub her firm naked body against mine...

And then, with my situation firmly in her hand, I heard some pounding on the door...

Just as quickly as she got started, KGB agent rushed in and pulled me from the bed, stark naked, and forced me to spread eagle on the floor...

While all of their attention was on me, I noticed my beautiful escort rushing out of the room clutching both her clothes and my attaché case with all of my assignment paperwork...

I was arrested, stood trial in a Russian court for espionage, and found guilty... Four years later, I finally made it back home... that was my last assignment...

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