Candy Mann - Lusty Lady Lovers

"You'll see," she promised. "There are lots of things that two women can do to each other to give pleasure. I'll show you. Just now was only the beginning. Come into my arms, darling, and I'll… "

She broke off suddenly, releasing Sandra's hand and sitting up. "Quick!" she cried. "I can hear a boat coming! Better get back into your bikini!"

Her sharp ears had picked up the distant sound of a motorboat approaching the secluded beach. Both girls hurriedly pulled their swim suits back on, Maria fastening her bra just as the boat came into view.

The lone male occupant left his boat at the edge of the beach and ran quickly across the sand, waving a yellow envelope and calling to them in French.

Maria took it from him and tore it open. It was a cable from Western Intelligence Headquarters. Her eyes ran over the text and she swore loudly and at length. She turned to Sandra.

"It's from my boss," she told the girl between clenched teeth. "He's ordered me back to the States! A special job has just come up! Of all the bastard luck!" Sandra could see tears starting from her eyes and a lump started to rise in her own throat as she realized that their idyllic holiday was going to be abruptly terminated almost before it had so beautifully begun..

"Can't you refuse to go?" she asked tentatively. "They can get someone else. They've got hundreds of people working for them, haven't they?"

Maria shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not," she said. "The cable is marked Urgent. I can't ignore it. It must be something they think only I can do! Though God knows what it could be. Maybe some unfinished business from one of my previous assignments." She looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Now, darling. It may only take a couple of days. Why don't you stay on.here? With luck, I'll be able to return within a short while." She lowered her voice, eyes growing tender and sexy. "Then we can carry on where we left off! What do you say?"

Sandra bit her lip. "All right," she said at last. "If you say so. But please, get back as soon as you can, won't you darling? I’ll miss you so much… so very, very much!"

Maria looked down at the sobbing girl. "I want to be back with you too, darling, just as quickly as I can," she told her, then became more realistic as she added, "If… just if, something should happen that it takes more than a few days. I'll try to send you a cable. But, please, remember, darling, that it may be impossible for me."

"It will! I know it will!" Sandra became frantically depressed and tried to hold on to Maria, as if she could prevent her from leaving. "It's all over! Our wonderful, beautiful vacation we planned for so long! It's over, Maria! I know it is! They'll probably send you halfway around the world to Vietnam or Japan or Hong Kong or… ”

With deliberate but slow and painless force, Maria pushed the younger girl's arms away, then grasped her by the shoulders. "Look, darling!" she said sternly. "I have absolutely no choice! If it wasn't for the job… and the people I know as a result of my job, we would never have had even these three idyllic days in such a beautiful spot… alone together!"

Sandra's body relaxed and she began to shake her head in resignation, recalling the flight schedule from Nice-Cannes to Paris that she had studied so often. "Maria! The next plane for Paris isn't until this evening. It won't take long to get to the shore, and then the taxi ride to the airport. Let's… let's make love in our tent… the way honeymooners would… on the soft mattress. Please, Maria. We do have time… ”

"While the man from the telegraph office is still here?" Maria queried her companion with amusement, nodding to the man who had walked a very discreet distance away from them and was looking out at the sea. "I'll give him an acknowledgement to send back to Washington, darling. And you run up and bring my purse down to pay him."

"And then?" Sandra asked, hopefully.

“Yes, darling," Maria said, throwing her a kiss. "We'll have an hour or more just to ourselves… ”

In contrast to the slim and anemic Jon Tzerny, whose previously successful career as a top Hungarian official of Communist Integrated Intelligence had been so quickly terminated in assassination by the elusive Don Cabot, Janos Kotak was a short, chubby man with coal black hair and large, bushy eyebrows. He was determined that he would never make the same mistake as his unfortunate predecessor.

And as Kotak sat quietly in his new office, blowing smoke rings from the combustion of tobacco in his extra long filtered Russian cigarette, he was musing over some ideas of his own. If Cabot had been in Budapest to seek out Eva Harnecz once, he thought, the intrepid Western agent just might be fool enough to try it again. But this time, it would be Cabot who was the victim, and Janos Kotak would be the hero.

His reverie was interrupted by a tall, slim, prune-faced woman, his secretary, who opened the door to announce that Miss Harnecz had arrived. Although he nodded for her to come in and for his secretary to close the door to his office, her arrival caused a scowl to replace the pleasurable expression on Kotak's craggy face.

He reached into his drawer and drew out a small sheaf of documents after gesturing for Miss Harnecz to be seated. "Your request to leave the country and go to the West for a vacation is out of the question!" he announced sternly, staring at the beautiful young scientist and shoving the documents toward her. "I suggest you tear up these request forms and forget you ever spent the time to fill them out. I am responsible for your well-being. I know… we have many agents and friends in France. But I can't let you go to the West."

A life of worry and constant anxiety had left Kotak with a perpetual expression of concern. He was in every way the complete opposite of the late Jon Tzerny. He sat at his desk facing an angry and Hashing-eyed Eva Harnecz. She had been demanding that she be allowed to take her vacation at the French Riviera. And he knew it would not be easy to convince her that it was out of the question.

"Comrade Kotak, as you know very well, I have earned this rest from my work. The doctors will tell you that I am suffering from strain and nervous exhaustion. It is for the sake of my work that I am requesting this leave, not for my own pleasure!"

Kotak looked at her wearily. Ultimately, the decision was his, but if anything happened to her, whether she was under his immediate protection or out of the country, his life wouldn't be worth a damn. He could see her point, of course. And he had not the, slightest objection to the girl taking her well-earned vacation, providing she stayed in Eastern Europe.

But Eva insisted on traveling all the way to France, of all places. The idea was ridiculous! Utterly impossible! Surely she could see that? He tried again to persuade her of her folly.

"Comrade Harnecz, the man who infiltrated into your office, the man who killed poor Comrade Tzerny, is still alive! He is a cunning and very dangerous man, the most persistent and reckless agent the West has. If I were to permit you to travel to France, no matter how many men I send to guard you, you cannot be as safe as you are here in the East.

"Please. Think of your work and what it means to our cause. Think what would happen to our dreams, to our future, if Western agents should kidnap you! You know very well that there is no one in the world capable of completing your work: you are the most important and the most valuable woman on Earth!

"No!" he concluded, putting all the finality he could muster into his voice. "No, I must absolutely refuse your request. You cannot leave the East, not at the present time, anyway."

Eva stamped her foot on the inch-thick carpet and leaned over his desk, eyes blazing. "Very well, Comrade!" she hissed at him. "And when my work suffers, when I find that I am unable to complete my radar-proof missile, the RPM, I shall tell everyone that it is your fault! Your fault, for not allowing me to relax and renew my energy for the task ahead of me.