Trained to submit

Michael looked at his Blackberry, the text message spilling its content out boldly. “10 at Starbucks”

Michael understood exactly who it was and where. He showed up at the Starbucks, taking a seat near the back of the room facing the door. They had found out the same time he did, or maybe sooner.

He sat down, both of them only nodding in passing, looking around to see who was in the slightly deserted Starbucks. They whispered in hushed tones, never sure who might be listening.

“How did it happen?” He questioned Michael. “After six years all of a sudden you get approval?” Everyone back at the Company was speculating as to what made him change his mind.

“You probably heard sooner than I did.” It had come out of the clear blue sky. An innocuous telegram. Nobody even sent telegrams in this day and age. They used E-mail. It was short.

You have been granted a visa for you and your staff for three months beginning June 1st. The Minister of Financial Planning will be at your disposal to you and your staff during the duration of your visit to help you in your endeavor. I hope to meet you and your staff after your arrival.

Cordially yours,

Fidel Castro

President of the Council of Ministers

“What the hell did you do differently? You’ve been trying for six years. All of a sudden Fidel Castro likes you?” The Company was abuzz with rumors.

“I didn’t do anything. I submitted the list of TA’s as I did every year. More of a formality, never expecting him to accept. That was two months ago. Nothing.” Michael couldn’t explain it. Then it dawned on him. “Except.”

“Except what?” He looked at Michael. This was their chance of a lifetime, very few Americans allowed into the country. Especially patriotic ones like Michael.

“I changed the list two days ago. One of my TA’s was hurt in an accident and didn’t return to school. I finally got a new one and changed the names.”

“Who is she, the goddamn daughter of Hugo Chavez?” He was referring to the President of Venezuela, one of Fidel Castro’s few friends since the fall of the Soviet Union.

“Monika Kowalska. I think you better check her out. And fast, we are leaving in a week.” Michael didn’t like loose ends; he needed to know more about Monika. And fast. He knew what they were already thinking.

“I’ll get back to you tomorrow. Is she trained?”

“I only had her for a couple of weeks. What do you think I am, a magician?” They always expected too much. He began to calm down, after all, this was the chance of a lifetime. Not only for this reason, but also for his career in economics. This would be the first study of the Cuba economy by a Western economist in over thirty years. “She’s obedient. Sexually at least.”

“At least you can control her with your cock.”

“Yes, but so could others I suspect. Monika has something deep inside her. I haven’t found it yet.”

“Well find it fast. Or else they might. I’ll have everything ready in two days for you. What we wouldn’t be able to get through their customs will be waiting for you inside the country. We still have lots of friends in the country that would like to see Fidel dead. The rebels will contact you after you arrive. Act surprised. No one must know of your identity, especially Monika. Play along with them, maybe they will be able to get something out of her. I’m sure they can find something interesting for you to do, or someone to do while they take care of Monika.”

They left separately, Michael heading back to the campus, the other car speeding off for the freeway. This was going to be an interesting three months.

As the days moved closer to leaving for Cuba, Michael became more attentive to her. She wasn’t sure what changed, but she didn’t care. She loved the attention. And the sex. Like tonight. They had finished early in the office, Dana leaving a short while ago. Even Dana seemed to notice, leaving them alone. They were in Michael’s bed, Monica naked, sprawled across the bedspread on her stomach. Michael was casually playing his fingers over her body, sending tingling tremors of excitement through her as they moved down over her naked back. Michael was an ass man, Monika knew that, and it was only a matter of time when he took her there. And she feared that, his cock big, her asshole tight and virginal. But she would never deny him anything. Would it be tonight?

Michael lay next to her naked body. The Company couldn’t find any connection between Monika and anyone in Cuba. She had never been out of the country. Her parents were deceased, her mother passing away three years ago from an automobile accident. They could not find her father, or who he was, her mother having Monika out of wedlock. “Keep a close eye on her in Cuba,” they had told him. As if he wouldn’t. And then there was the plan they were formulating. Michael had thought they were crazy, but they continually brought it up until even Michael thought it was possible. But they would need every bit of luck and more. In two days they would leave, flying to Mexico City and transferring to another plane to Havana. The United States still refused to recognize Cuba and forbade its citizens to go unless they had permission from the government. But now he had this lovely body to take care of.

She had a great ass, full, firm cheeks and a deep crack that hid the mysterious from his eyes. Her legs were coyly together, but he knew he had to only tell her to spread her legs and she would open up to him. His fingers trailed along her silky, smooth skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps as they traveled down her side. He could see the gentle swell of her breast, her arms out in front of her, her head resting on them, her head turned away from him as if she wanted to be teased by the fingers. His hands caressed the gentle swell of her ass, tiny hairs on her skin looking so delicate and fragile. His finger traced along her crack, Michael sure that he felt her hips rising up, her ass cheeks taut as though she could protect her asshole from him. “Relax, Monika,” his voice demanding. His finger traced deeper into her crack, her cheeks allowing him access to explore the deep crevice of her cheeks. He moved his head down to her back, able to see all that his fingers could explore.

She could almost feel his breath on her ass, his head on her back, his finger demanding access to a place that no one had explored before. Until tonight. She had to fight her cheeks from clenching, his finger discerning as it slid through her crack, the pressure as he pushed into the sharp crack. His other hand slid down over one cheek and was caressing her thighs, applying pressure between her legs, Monika knowing what he wanted. She refused, waiting for him to order her, the sound of his voice when he said those words making her almost cum on command.

“Spread those lovely legs, Monika.” She obeyed instantly, one hand sliding between her thighs to lightly trace down to her crotch, exploring the newly opened flesh. He got up from the position he was in, moving to the other end so he could gaze up between her legs and feast his eyes on her lovely pussy. “Farther,” he ordered her, her legs spreading wider, her pussy opening up to his gaze. His finger returned to her crack, finding her damp with sweat as he traced up over her perineum, teasing the tiny patch of skin before he moved up to his ultimate goal. His finger slid along the deep crack, his other hand gripping one of her shapely globes and pulling it apart to reveal the treasure his hands and eyes want to explore. His finger circled the tiny wrinkled hole, his finger almost bigger than it. He felt her body grow tense as he touched her in such an intimate spot, her cheeks clenching and unclenching uncontrollably from his touch.

She felt her cheeks pulled apart, feeling Michael’s eyes staring up between her legs as his fingers took liberties with her anus. She couldn’t control her muscles, Monika not believing that she had such delicate nerve endings in such a place. She could feel the bedspread beneath her grow wet with her juices. One finger played with her anus, Monika’s body on edge, wondering if and when he would press harder and breach her. His other hand slid between her legs, pulling back her wet lips, sliding up and down her slit as he gently began to masturbate her. She had a hard time keeping her body still, the finger feeling so good as it split her lips apart, exploring her inner lips almost clinically. She felt his mouth on her inner thigh, licking along her skin, his beard scratching her sensitive flesh, Monika spreading her legs wider. His finger left her anus, Monika giving a sigh of relief, but his hands gripped her cheeks harder, pulling them apart until she could feel the night air blowing on her exposed anus. She didn’t want to look behind her, ashamed at how she must look. She felt his beard scraping her ass cheeks, a kiss and then a bite as his mouth attacked one cheek.