Fiona says, “When a guy is after pussy, he doesn’t think. He says
anything that might get him the pussy he is after. If I pretend to be a little
air head who`s so impressed with drug smugglers that she just might give up
pussy to work for a real drug smuggler, I can get useful information.”
Of course, Fiona can`t get useful information. Even with pussy as bait.
However, the useless information she might get will maybe allow me to find some
useful information.
I try to argue Fiona out of her sexy spy plan, because that`s the best
way to insure that she`ll actually try it.
Fiona is totally out of control. She`s focused only on her precious
career. Anything that`ll advance her career is OK, no matter the danger to
herself or to me. She not only can`t and won`t listen to me; she`ll refuse to
listen to her own mind telling her that what she`s doing is insane.
Fiona dresses up like a whore and slithers through the bars that we
have heard that the drug smugglers frequent. By the end of the first night she
has more fingerprints on her tits than the DEA master file. I suspect that the
information she has gotten isn’t only worthless, it’s information carefully
designed to lure us into a trap. I do some preliminary investigation the next
day and confirm my suspicions. I then tell Fiona of the results of my
investigations.
Unfazed, Fiona slithers through more bars. Not only does she get
fingerprints on her tits, but also on her pussy. I don’t know how many guys she
fucks, but the further information she gets is also worthless on the surface.
I analyze the information that Fiona has fucked out of the boys. The
routes and times they suggest are traps for a sail boat. They`re narrow routes
that allow no real evasive action by a sail boat. A power boat can easily chase
down a sail boat and board us if we use the routes that Fiona’s boys have given
us.
OK, the information that Fiona was given is worse than useless.
However, she did get a lot of information. The information covers all of the
normally useful ways from the open sea into our delivery point.
The one area the fuck boys don’t suggest is the only way we just might
make it. It’s an area of reefs and rocks. A sail boat has no advantage over a
power craft in such an area and, in fact, is at a disadvantage. However, an
experienced boat Captain has a huge advantage over some power boat driver who
doesn’t really know the area.
Fiona slowly realizes that she`s been played for a fool. She`s angry,
but only because she hasn’t gotten useful information from selling her pussy.
Fiona isn’t a total fool and will file away the fact that she isn’t going to get
anything useful playing the whore spy.
Fiona then develops another tactic that might actually give us a better
chance to survive a sailboat smuggling run.
OK, Fiona goes back to her drug man and screws the final OK for the cocaine
buy.
While she does get the final OK, I point out that she doesn’t get any
real information, other than the pickup point. We have no idea what sort of
delivery vehicle we will have to deal with or how many men might be aboard the
delivery vehicle.
Fiona says, “Well, we`ll find out all of that when we make the drug
buy, now won`t we?
I say, “We may find out that we have signed our own death warrant.”
Fiona won`t answer me, primarily because there`s no answer to what I`ve just
said.
I can see that Fiona is so blinded by her need to climb the DEA power
structure that she can`t see anything but her next step up the ladder.
I can also see that we`re trapped. However I can`t see any way out of
the trap other than to keep going while looking for an exit. So, I do the best
I can to prepare the sail boat for the drug buy voyage.
We sail out one moonless night and rendezvous with a drug ship. It’s a
very large, ocean going ship, probably from South America. The ship dispatches
a small boat with four hard boys on board who are prepared to take our money
without giving us any cocaine.
We have what look to be AK-47 assault rifles and a generally nasty
attitude. The hard boys have us outnumbered. However, the delivery boys want
no part of an AK-47 shootout. Even if they kill us, they`ll take casualties and
they aren’t owners, they`re just delivery boys. The risks aren’t worth the
reward.
We also have a completely nude Fiona. Once they decide not to start a
war, the delivery boys are then so busy ogling Fiona that we might have taken
the cocaine and not paid. However, that last would have put us out of the
cocaine smuggling business for good, since the hard boys would then be sent
after us with `come back with the cocaine or don`t come back` orders. Also,
since a high-powered motor boat can easily chase us down before we could get to
a safe port; theft would almost certainly mean death in a shootout.
Once we have the cocaine on board and the hard boys are on their way
back to the big ship, I expect Fiona to put her bikini back on. She just grins
at me in a sort of nasty manner and tells me, “No one is going to shoot a nude
lady. It would be a terrible waste. My tits and pussy display will get us
safely back to dock. Learn to live with it.”
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