Chapter 3
As she packed her light suitcase, Su Ling felt a little sad. It was such a pity that a nice looking fellow like Edwin was under suspicion from Washington. It had been a shock to the girl when she had been told by Alex himself that Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough was being investigated for something that happened when he was the military attache at the American Consulate in Vietnane. She hadn't asked for any details, being a very discreet girl. Besides, she trusted Alex implicitly and her training had taught her not to ask unnecessary questions.
Su Ling shivered at the thought that she was going to be spending quite a few days in the company of somebody who might well be in the pay of the Reds. But danger and excitement were essential to her nature, and she was prepared to take the risk of such cravings. Born in a war-torn country, her mother had been a bar girl and her father a nameless, Frenchman. Endowed with above average intelligence as well as many physical charms Su Ling had decided long ago that she was going to make her life as efficient and comfortable as possible. And she had succeeded in accomplishing the impossible, rising from the mass of refugees jostling in Saigon's crammed back streets to become one of the most trusted agents at the service of American Intelligence in South east Asia, leading the kind of life that satisfied her secret desires....
Closing the suitcase sharply, she sighed. She liked this blonde, all-American boy a great deal. But if Alex had doubts about him, well, he would know how to deal with him. Nevertheless, it was a most delicate situation!
As for the subject of Su Ling's thoughts, Alex Knight he was pacing up and down his sitting room with a glass of whisky in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He had just given his last instructions to Brian Slattery who was flying out to Hong Kong the next morning. So far, everything .seemed to be under control, but for reasons which he couldn't fathom, he felt uneasy.
He had experienced these periods of unease from the beginning of this Li Xieng business. The disposal of the Laotian official, and the business of ensuring that none of the information he wished to sell arrived in Saigon, had been difficult. Vientiane was just too near and it was sheer bad luck that this Lieutenant Mc Cullough had then been recommended to his staff in such a way that he had no grounds for refusing him. And now he wasn't! too sure if he had managed to persuade the Lieutenant that what had been done in Vientiane had very good reasons.
He couldn't forget the questioning glance Mc Cullough had given him that day in his office when the matter had been brought up. If he, Alex Knight, was any judge, this Li Xieng affair still rankled in the Lieutenant's mind. And it was that which made him dangerous.
Alex stepped in front of a large glass mirror which reflected his handsome features. Steel gray, determined eyes gazed steadily back at him. No, there was no question but that Lieutenant Edwin Mc Cullough must go. His own hard-won position as head of V.I S. must not be threatened by a mere military attache from Laos.
He turned away from the mirror and resumed his pacing up and down the room, thoughts whirling thorough his mind in rapid succession. The telephone rang, and picking up the receiver he immediately recognized Michael Shelby's voice.
"Alex, I've been thinking about the Hong Kong business. I'm worried," he said. "I think I ought to have gone instead of Brian. He's drinking too much these days."
"We've been over this before," Alex answered. "I want you here in Saigon for the reasons we have already discussed. Now to go bed and don't worry. I've got everything under control."
He hung off abruptly. It was dangerous to talk too much on the telephone, and Michael should know better than to call him on matters that had already been settled!
He poured himself another glass of whisky. It was about his tenth that evening, but his hand when he lifted the glass, was as steady as a rock. Unlike Brian, drink didn't affect him unduly. If anything, it sharpened his perception. It was a tribute to his physical stamina that he had survived so many years of leading a double life so well. Indeed, the constant strain would have broken many a lesser man!
Again, he thought about what Michael had just told him. Undoubtedly, Brian was drinking more than was good for him these days. He liked the man basically, and his homosexuality fitted in with his own bisexual experiments. But he couldn't be allowed to endanger the unique position in which he found himself. With a little presumptuousness, he wondered if there were many instances where a head of Intelligence Services was in fact working for a foreign power. It was a situation to which Alex Knight had devoted a large part of his life to attain. And no one must stand in his way....
Edwin looked over Su Ling's shoulder at the city of Hong Kong spread out gracefully like a peacock fan beneath them. He could smell the perfume on Su Ling's black silky hair, and again he felt the strong sexual attraction that surrounded the girl like an invisible but highly potent cloak. The place was rapidly losing height and as it swooped down for landing at Kai Tak airport, stretching like a long finger of land into the harbor, the Lieutenant and his lovely companion felt their hearts flipping as the wheels began to lower and all they could see was water rushing by on either side of the plane.
Having experienced the chaos of some other Asian airports, Edwin was amazed at the efficiency and tranquility of Kai Tak. They got through customs and passport barriers without difficulty and were soon being driven to the Merlin Hotel, a comfortable, though quite modest hotel in the Kow-loon section.
Alone in their room, Su Ling was amused by Edwin's shyness. He looked back as she took off her shoes and dress and fell back on the bed unashamed of her partial nudity.
"Well, we've arrived," she said. "And for a young man passionate enough to marry an Eurasian you are quite reserved, my dear Edwin. I assure you I shall make a very good Oriental wife, and look at you adoringly time we are out together. But you will have to play your part as well, Lieutenant!"
Edwin turned and looked at the girl lying on one of the two beds in the comfortable room, looking lovelier and more exciting than ever.
"I'm sorry if I seem a bit tense," he said apologetically. "This is, after all. my first assignment. I'm not entirely used to the idea of being married to you, and in Hong Kong, of all cities!"
Su Ling laughed her adorable, pearly laughter. "You'll soon get used to it, dear boy! Come here! Let's start from the beginning. . . "
There was an unmistakable promise in her dark velvety eyes and Edwin moved over to her, as if drawn by a powerful magnet hidden in those liquid pools of night. He ran his fingers through her long, silky hair, cuddling her like a small child and he pressed hard against her, full breasts heaving against him with rapidly increased breathing. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back, and strained at the smooth roundness of her buttocks, feeling their firmness beathed the silken panties.
She looked up at him, her face glowing and intent, her lips slightly parted and moistly beckoning. His mouth covered hers and she groaned softly as she felt the familiar tension building between her legs, a tingling sensation wetting her warm cunt.
He leaned back on the bed and pulled her alongside of him and she could feel the hard bulge of his throbbing trim legs and his hands reached the slight bulge of her thighs. Her skin felt soft and pliable beneath his fingers and he squeezed the smooth, supple flesh, kneading it like a baker would dough. He continued to kiss her, running his lips over her face while his hands traced the contours of her small shapely body, the narrowness of her waist, until his fingers closed around the fleshy, ripe bulbs of her breasts encased in the flimsy lace of her bra.
"Oooohh," she groaned," That's wonderful!" as she felt his fingers searching through her bra cup for the outline of her tiny nipples and he squeezed them firmly, insistently.
His hands were tenderly fondling her scantily clad breasts, massaging them until her breathing betrayed her anxiously yearning. He reached behind her and unclasped her brassiere. Her breasts fell free and stood out proudly from her body. The skin of her voluptuous titties was taut, puckering only slightly around the pinkish-brown nipples, and he moved his mouth voraciously down her shoulders, sucking in the hollows until the flesh reddened. His lips reached the curve of her breasts and he drew the nipples into his mouth, sucking them in like a whirlpool.
"Ooooh, that's good, Edwin," she moaned helplessly, the sensual feelings controlling her whole body as she pressed closer to him.
Her skin was so smooth, so softly flawless that he wanted to devour her, kiss every inch of exposed flesh, make her tremble with the same consuming desire that was firing his loins.
She could feel his rock-hard prick jerk against his trousers and into the softness of her thigh. She wanted to reach down and take it in her hands, but her arms were pinned against the bed, so she lay passive, enjoying the delicious feelings flooding through her being.
Edwin slid his hand down over her hips, feeling the soft bulge of flesh of her thighs, kneading the taut muscles into relaxation. His fingers inched their way up the silky smoothness of her flesh up to the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She gasped as they probed under the elastic and grasped the soft, trembling flesh of her buttocks.
He felt as if his trousers would burst from the hot, hard rod jerking inside them, and with his other hand he undid the zipper of his fly and freed his huge, pulsing prick. She could feel it against her legs and it felt wonderfully thick and throbbing. His hands pressed her buttocks into his loins firmly, letting his hard organ jerk between her thighs feeling her trembling with anticipated lust. At last, he slid his hand around her from behind, under the panties, and tickled at the sensitive lips of her vagina, feeling the moisture of her passion as it lubricated her into readiness.
"Oh God," he groaned, "Su Ling, I want you so much!"
His finger slipped between her aching vaginal lips and entered the long, moist slit of flesh, searching for the deep hidden well inside. She could feel the pressure of his hands and his finger and she gasped at the tingling sensation he was creating. She could feel the hardness of his middle finger probing into her, wiggling inside her cunt, stirring animal emotions deep inside her, and she moaned aloud, urging him to go on with his tentative caresses.
His finger dug deeper inside her and his thumb rubbed against the sensitive bud of her clitty. He worked his finger back and forth, widening her passage as her breathing became heavier and more erratic. His penis seemed to be bursting and he wanted to plunge into her beckoning depths, brutally, with complete abandon, but he checked his own rising passions until she would be ready to receive him.
He slipped his fingers from her vagina and pulled at her thin silk panties, slipping them over her hips and kicking at them until they lay around her ankles. She quivered all over in her exquisite nudity and with a slight movement of a tiny foot, got rid of the briefs. He kissed her breasts, sucking at the nipples and ran his tongue down over her belly. He though that he would soon erupt, have his orgasm before he was even inside her and he knew that he would not be able to wait much longer, he had to fuck her now!
He quickly undid the buckle of his trousers and wiggled his hips until he was able to work them off with his feet, still holding her tightly against him.
His fingers slipped back to her vagina and she squirmed against him like a sensual cat. Her hand went out and reached for his massive, swelling rod, tracing the purplish-blue veins until she arrived to the throbbing crown. She felt the sticky oozing of his semen and knew that he wasn't very far from his climax.
Edwin loved the way she was caressing him, running her tiny fingers gently over his jerking cock, stroking his genitals lovingly, unashamedly, then bringing the rigid member to her welcoming cunt.
She breathed his name, moaning with the pressure of his fingers into her warm. Moist channel, her own desires rising to fever pitch as the head flicked at her clitty excitingly. She opened her eyes slightly, and let her thighs fall loosely apart offering herself to him.
He moved up on her body, forcing his hips between the soft, smooth bulges of her thighs and bringing the swollen knob of his penis to her tight, moist opening. His huge rod moved between her legs, hesitating at the brim of her cavity, forcing the tight elastic ring of flesh to spread as he inched his way into her moist, aching channel. Then, he felt an indescribable flood of relief sweep over him as he let his weight press against her hips and thighs and thrust into her, slowly, deliberately, skewering into her harder and harder.
She writhed in mounting excitement as he paned and groaned above her, and his hands dug into the firm cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her hips up toward him as he thrust violently into her elastic channel. Her legs flailed wildly on either side of his hips in an effort to ease the pressure of his huge throbbing prick. He locked her hips into his as the flood of his climax swept through his loins and he began to jerk out his hot sperm into her waiting belly, shooting, shooting deeper and deeper into her, flooding her with its hot, scalding jets of cream.
"Oooohhh!" She groaned as she felt his wild jerking and her own uncontrollable spasms rocketing her into the bliss of orgasm. He was releasing his hot living sperm into her and she panted wildly in the throes of a shattering ecstasy until he finally relaxed against her, his penis deflated slightly in her flooded cunt.
A moment later, Su Ling lit a cigarette, and stretched herself on the soft bed. She could hear Edwin whistling in the shower room and felt she could, given the right circumstances, enjoy herself in Hong Kong. However, she remembered Alex's warning. She wasn't here on holiday....