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.”
| 
