The Naked End

What Ivan didn?t know was that every time I went with him for a weekend or a few days ? and there were several of these interludes ? I would always go see Hans in person afterwards, and he would debrief me. Then he would de-pants me, and then he?d fuck me.I was never really sure if he just wanted to be able to quiz me in detail after I?d been with Ivan, whether just he enjoyed having me, or if he got a special thrill of following Ivan into my kitty, mouth, or ass.And, truthfully, I didn?t care. As I had told him earlier, Hans didn?t do anything to me that Ivan didn?t ? but he did it better. And again, I?m not entirely sure if his technique was better or not. Ivan was a skilled and enthusiastic lover. But it might have been that I pretty much loved Hans, in part because he was my Mistress? twin, which made me think of him as a kind of male version of her.Whatever the reason, somehow I always wound up in bed with Hans after I?d finished with Ivan. Or the shower, or the floor, or on top of a boardroom table, or the arm of a chair, or once in a shelter in a public park during a rainstorm?You get the picture, right?We had fun ? and I came to think of it as part of my payment for spying for him. And, of course, I told him so.But one thing started to annoy me about my role, and it began with Ivan?~~~~~It was our fourth ?date? weekend when things changed. I had been seducing and sexing Ivan so successfully that Kristol regularly called me to spend a few days with him when he travelled. All told, I eventually stayed with him seven times over a period of about six months ? twice in Den Hague, twice in Berlin, twice in St. Petersburg, and once in Munich.This was the second trip after I spent three nights with Ivan in Den Hague. We were in St. Petersburg, Russia this time, and I spoke English, with some German thrown in, continuing to pretend I didn?t understand my rapidly improving Russian. Ivan wasn?t in meetings about his possible joint venture with Hans this time, but on altogether different business.That didn?t stop him from pumping me for information about Hans ? even as he pumped my body with his cock!The time before had been in Berlin, and Kristol had joined us for two nights, which was both a special treat for me, but also a real danger. I knew I could fool Ivan about what I was doing and feeling, but Kristol was a professional sex worker like me ? and a very good one.I was gradually moving up my game with Ivan, and letting him think that he was teaching me new things Kartal Escort about how to fuck generally. But Kristol knew that it took time for an innocent university student to pick up the sophisticated techniques of a pro, so I had to be careful to be ingenuous around her.I thought I had successfully walked that tightrope after she left, but apparently, I hadn?t been as convincing as I had hoped. She must have said something to Ivan. I thought he looked a little pensive after she was gone, but he didn?t say anything, and I sure wasn?t going to.Meanwhile, Ivan kept bringing me to meetings with his business associates as eye candy, whether in hotels, or up in our suite. They always assumed I was his whore, and although they smiled and said hello at the beginning of the meetings, mostly what they did was ignore me ? or try to cop a feel, thinking it was okay simply because they imagined I was a pro.To his credit, Ivan stopped them doing that, even if he didn?t correct their beliefs that I was a whore, maybe because he felt possessive, and didn?t like to share.But as these particular meetings in St. Petersburg finished up, and the time was approaching when my plane would leave, Ivan sat up in bed, propped his head up on his arm, and looked down at me.?Katja???Yes, Ivan?? I was getting a strange vibe, so I was suddenly alert.?Will you do me a favor??I smiled, ?Sure!? and I started to move down the bed.He put his hand out to stop me, ?No, this is different. I?d like you to tell Hans that I don?t blame him.?I felt a cold chill run down my spine. ?I?m sorry???Tell Hans I don?t blame him for setting a spy on me.? He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, and smiled, ?And thank him for finding such a pretty one, hein??I stared at him, unsure what to say, but decided I should avoid confirming his suspicions. ?What?what are you saying, Ivan? I?m confused.?Ivan smirked. ?You?re too good, Katja ? is that your real name? Whatever.?Kristol told me she thought you were too skilled and too comfortable with sex to be the ingénue you were pretending to be. After watching you this week, I think she?s right.?He smiled, ?Oh, don?t look so scared! I?m not mad. I?m a businessman, and I know that this is just part of Hans? play. But it does tell me that he?s serious about this deal, and wants it badly! You don?t use such talented people for trivial deals!?Now, will you deliver him a message for me??I decided there was no point in pretending any Kartal Escort Bayan further. I felt my shoulders relax. I hadn?t realized I had been so tense! ?Sure, Ivan. What would you like me to tell him??Ivan smiled, his suspicions confirmed. ?Just this: everything I?ve told him is true. I know he?s checking up on me ? as I am on him! So, start by telling him that I?ve been absolutely straight with him, because I, too, really want this deal to happen. But tell him as well that my Russian backers are giving me a hard time because they think they?re not getting a good enough deal. Okay??I nodded, ?Okay, Ivan. I?ll tell him.??Good. Now, may I ask you a question ? ?Katja???I smiled. ?Sure.??Were you faking the whole time? I mean, you?re very good ? as good as I?ve ever had ? but my tender male ego wants to know whether any of it was real, or were you putting on a show the whole time??I smiled at him, amused, and said, ?Well?? drawing it out.His eyes opened, then he threw back his head and laughed. ?You really are a brat, aren?t you???So I?m told!?Then I turned thoughtful. ?Seriously, Ivan, yes, I did do some faking from time to time, mostly at the beginning, but you really are an exceptional lover.? I paused, then smiled again, ?No one had ever done that pinch-thing to me before, you know, where you put fingers up my ass and in my pussy, then pinch them together. And it blew my mind!?His smile broadened, and he paused. ?Nice to know. Now?you were going to do me a favor, ja??I smiled, and slid down the bed, taking his hardening cock in my hand and opening my mouth to him.~~~~~I was sitting, legs crossed, on a chair opposite Hans in the suite he had taken in the Hotel Adlon Kempinski in Berlin once again. I had just given him my report ? and the message from Ivan.He sat back, looking displeased, his jaws working.?I did the best I could, Hans. It was actually Kristol that found me out, not Ivan.?He took a deep breath, then blew it out, and nodded. ?No, it?s not your fault, Nika. You did a great job. I was just hoping we could string him along a while longer.?He looked away, pensively, then back down at me, speculatively. ?But?you know, everyone underestimates you. And not just once, but repeatedly. I don?t know what it is about you ? your petite size, or your pretty, ?girl-next-door? looks, or what, but??He thought for a moment more, then, ?Tell me?did he?did he give you his normal gift this time??I nodded. Ivan had surprised me Escort Kartal by giving me the same ?5,000 Euros in an envelope he had the previous two trips. ?Yes, he did. I wasn?t expecting it, but he did. And he kissed me goodbye as well. Just like before.?Hans looked away again. Then turned back to me decisively. ?If Ivan contacts you again???It?s more likely to be Kristol. She?s always made all the arrangements.?He waved it away, ?If either of them contacts you, you go, okay? I?m betting that Ivan ? and Kristol ? are still underestimating you. So, go if they ask, and talk to him. You can talk openly now, but see if you can?t find out what he really wants ? or rather, what his backers really want.?I snorted. ?I can tell you that. They want the deal for free. And they want to steal the technology. Oh, and they all want to fuck me, too! They?ve been handsy enough.? I shook my head. Men.Hans smiled. ?I?d pay to watch if any of them seriously annoyed you!?He thought further. ?Look, next time ? if there is a next time ? tell him that I have backers, too, and they have expectations as well. So, if he really wants this deal to happen, he?s going to have to work with me, okay??I nodded, then said, ?Sure ? but why don?t you just sit down with him and negotiate directly??Hans shook his head. ?No, too many moving parts. We?re not close enough to finishing. Besides, if you can move his negotiating position now, I can move it further later. This is a better idea.?I had my doubts, but he was the CEO, and I?well, I guess I was just a whore after all.He thought for a moment more, then smiled and stood up. ?Nika, I know this has been a strain for you, so?what would you like to do now??And he gave me a knowing grin.I stood up, grabbed him by his tie, pulled him down to me so I could kiss him, and said, ?Now who?s being a brat??*Somehow, we wound up in the shower again. We both seemed to find that warm wetness a particularly sensuous pleasure. I know my kitty found it a warm, wet pleasure, too, especially when he picked me up as if I were a doll, and rammed himself into me, pushing me back against the shower wall while we mashed our tongues in each other?s mouths.Hans was a fabulous fuck ? and he knew it.It was a pity he was married, and I was Mistress? loving slave because otherwise, I?d go after him?hard!~~~~~While all of this was going on, Mistress and I were in heavy negotiation as well about our baby. We were trying to figure out how to go about it.Or rather, she was. I already knew what I wanted to do.I let her ramble on about sperm donors, and in-vitro fertilization clinics, and syringes, and even turkey basters! And I listened, like a good little slave. But it wasn?t going to happen that way, yet I had to let her ramble on because she always thought she was in control.