Prague, Hadracany, St.Vitus Cathedral 0.5.30 a. m

 

"Good morning Alrich, Mr Scott is about to fly to Canada. Here are your travel documents. We introduced you to Mr Akram as a stakeholder in Scott's item. Our group will keep contact in there and protect your moves. I trust you will not disappoint us. See you soon." They had never talked face to face. As in two last months' every Monday, the man approached him silently from behind and spoke in calm tones, sometimes slightly ironic. Alrich Kunz listened attentively to this seemingly affable guy who gave him the creeps each time they meet; he knew for sure that he would not shilly-shally to kill him. The diminishing sound of the man's steps retreating outside kept him plunged into the cool, restful atmosphere of the Cathedral and eyeing the bright light's dawn cast all over the main nave's columns.

When Alrich steered out in turn and cast a glance to the file, he did not hold back a smile while switching his mobile on.

"It's me. We were right. Book the first available flight. See you."

 

New York, up to the 7th floor -somewhere along the Riverside Boulevard, same day- 05.30 a .m, local time.

 

"Wake up, you sleepyhead! Your flight to Calgary takes off in a few hours, come on!" Al embarked on stroking her nipples more intensely, eyes lingering on that gorgeously naked body laid down by his bed, some white drops still pooling at her mouth's corners. A coffee break, midst the usually noisy crowd of a Lawyers' Firm Convention. There he saw her for the very first time, two or three colleagues patently court shipping her. She looked pretty impressive: luxurious brown hair and curly, green eyes cut Eastern, thin lips full and seducing, soft breasts and perfectly shaped, slim hips and curvy, long thighs and shapely. Dyane (they called her this name) held off them with a blatant composure and feminine, a glint which sparkled from within that appealing woman and talkative. Shortly after that moment, paying attention to one speech of hers, a further detail tingled his Alpha side. Whenever a male interlocutor posed his question about her arguments, she smiled openly and lowered her eyes, before counterattacking. Could it be a sensuous bow, an act of (unconscious?) homage to the counterpart? Whatever it was, it boosted Al to engage her in a lively dialectic clash, at whose end the audience broke into rapturous applause to them both. Later that night, all through a private dinner, they moved and played their strategies openly and before the foe's eye to find a gap in the opponent's guard, alike in a Chess game. As their dialogue went on, Al felt more and more attracted to her keen mind as much enticing as her natural charms. Overnight, when she surrendered and gave up herself entirely to him, their skirmish turned out in a storm of pleasure, whose winds still left him breathless and blew up his passion.

"Mmm. Good morning my Lord,"she stretched like a cat.

"Come on, Dyane, we both need to have a shower and something to eat, do we?!"

"I see you're in a bad mood today my Lord. I wonder whether I might do something to make you happy again," she giggled, swaying her hips and shuffling her tiny steps towards the bathroom, a metal jingle matching her moves. Later, the two naked and still dripping water all around, sat at the breakfast table by the bow window open upon the Hudson, while a melting fog gave room to the river's shimmering under the sun's rays.

Al brushed the newspapers, idly.

"Honey, I take this event of yours in Alberta is like but the umpteenth vacation time to the benefit of our snobby colleagues. I do not understand why you cherish so much to participate as a speaker, given all those common issues and themes scheduled. We've had but a scrap of time together all over the past two weeks and I hate to part with you."

"Al, I thought we were corporate lawyers, are we?! Do you guess how many from the huge number of international investors and businessmen would be there surprisingly, Garrison says, I might attract into our clients' portfolio? I even might have some lodging trouble upon arrival!" She uttered each of these words, an icy tune into her voice, eyes flashing blue rays, her morbid red lips opened in a broad smile.

"Ok, you've made your point, Love. Now, these are my two cents. I questioned all our confidential sources about this unexpected occurrence yet to no avail. I wonder you might face some hassle there, whenever coping with all those guys virtually floating around a top corporate lawyer and awesome like you. I might consider the opportunity to restrict your freedom of movement to protect your safety, right now" A mischievous look gleaming from his eyes, Al sipped his coffee, waiting. Most probably - Dyane thought, swallowing a mouthful of scrambled eggs- he meant somewhat else he didn't mention, and apart from his implicit erotic provocation (even gratifying in itself), it bordered an insult something did not fit his tone.

"O my God! I never saw you so worried, My Lord. Did I become so dumb, before your eyes?? Since when you do not trust my talents anymore ?! Do you really fear that this unworthy female might be of some interests to any of those sharks?! Is there anything I can do to make my Lord happier again? Let me see." When she stood and approached him, feline, a sound metallic rattling matched her moves, again.

"Enough of this, you squirrel! I don't believe Airport Security will let you Board like you are now! Will you follow me and decently prepare to go, or have I to carry you onto my shoulders? Now?" Al laughed at her contentedly, holding her wrists behind her back.

"Your choice, my Love, but whatever it will be, I will fight you, you know it!"she answered, heaving her breasts, seductively.

"I'll see about it, Madam. Now, let's go."

"OUCH... you thug, you dirty old man, let me go... ouch!" Dyane squirmed and wriggled cheerfully onto his shoulders, while he spanked her bottom playfully.

Three hours later and back home from the airport, he could not escape the inexplicable threat that Garrison's news led to him, nor he could relieve his aching lust even grazing idly the Sirik she wore routinely to feel the heat she left onto it, in the early morning.

In the meantime, aboard her plane, Dyane wondered what Al's semi-joking way to highlight his worries stood for. After all, she betook to a luxury destination, where she would spend a few days of intense activity swapped with rare pleasure's times as simple. So lost in her thought, she observed the sun's rays playing hide-and-seek with the clouds, dancing a long and enthralling ballet. It was just like the way they lived their intimacy. Their unruly passion left not a room but to the time needed to refresh their energies before erupting again..and again. Maybe even upon this time, she might entice him to join her ( so mocking his fears) to deepen that program for her strict education he had often talked about in recent times.

Maybe.