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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