Chapter 6
SEX AFLOAT....
Some months later a submarine surfaced briefly in the dead of night, outside the three-mile limit off Miami Beach. On its deck a man fastened his rubber suit over a midnight blue tuxedo jacket.
"You are sure of all your instructions, Nicolas?" someone said.
Nickie nodded. He was a fully trained spy. Trained in the arts of killing, seduction, sabotage. To Nickie's training one extra element had been added-psychology. He had come armed with psychological tests which he was to put to as many Americans as possible. These tests were to determine what made Americans tick, and from this Nickie would decided what it was that his propaganda lacked. Such a test was the one he was soon to give to Honey in the penthouse of the Tropic Sands.
Nickie gazed into the moonlit water. He had learned his lessons well; he had been a star pupil. But basically he was the same old Nickie. He was scared.
"The cruise boat will come by here soon," said the man next to him. "It passes this way each night on its return trip from Freeport on Grand Bahama Island. You will get into the water and wait for it. When it comes you will board it, and so you will be able to enter the United States without question as just another passenger. There is no passport needed."
"I understand," said Nickie.
"Good luck, comrade."
Nickie dived and swam away. The submarine submerged, and he was alone. Nervously Nickie waited. Before long the gay lights of the cruise boat appeared on the horizon. It came closer, and he began to hear shouts of laughter from the deck. He swam alongside and, spotting an open porthole, he threw up a hook attached to a rope. It caught and he climbed up.
He peered into the stateroom. It was empty. Gratefully Nickie pulled himself inside and began to strip off his rubber suit. There was a giggle outside the door.
"Stop that Angus, you naughty boy!" a feminine voice said. Nickie dived under the bed, dragging his rubber suit after him. The door opened. From his vantage point the spy could see the feet of a man and a woman as they entered.
"Shh!" said the girl. "You know I'm not supposed to invite you here. I'm only supposed to deal at the blackjack table. I'm not supposed to fraternize-"
"I'll make it worth your while," he giggled. "Oh you adorable old thing, you! I don't expect money."
"I didn't mean money." And his pants hit the floor.
"Oh my goodness," the girl cooed. "Just look at you, Angus! You're enough to scare the wits out of a poor little ol' girl like me."
Nickie crept closer to the edge of the bed and peered upward. He got a good upside-down view of the object of the girl's admiration. Personally, he didn't see that it was worthy of all that exclamation. It seemed to be of only a rather medium length and that was obscured by Angus' huge stomach which swelled over it. The more the girl oh'd and ah'd, the more Angus' chest swelled; and since his chest and stomach were part of the same slope, the smaller the object of his pride appeared.
"Heh, heh," said the white-haired Angus, and he lifted one of the girl's large breasts out of the strapless bodice of her brief, glittery outfit. "You are sure you have them, aren't you, Mary Lou?" he said, rolling the breast between his palms.
"Of course I am," said the girl. "You want them now? You don't want to play around a little first?"
"No-please, Mary Lou!" the voice became plaintive. "You promised. Please, please! I need it!"
"Oh very well. Here they are, see?" She opened a drawer and took out something to show him. Nickie could not see what it was.
"Ah!" said Angus. "Perfect! Perfect!"
"Do you have the chips?" Mary Lou said.
"Yes. Right here."
"Good. In you go, then. Hop into bed." Angus hopped, and the mattress sank so that for a moment Nickie thought it was going to fall and crush him beneath it. There was a second movement of the bed as Mary Lou climbed onto it
"I just know you're going to find this fun," said Angus.
"Well, I have to admit I have my doubts. Listen, are you sure there isn't something else you'd rather do?"
"Positive."
"Well, then, what're the stakes?"
"The stakes! Oh, that's funny! Oh, heh, heh! The stakes!"
Mary Lou giggled. "How about fifty bucks a shot?" she suggested.
"Fine," said Angus. "Fire away!" The bed squeaked. "Oh, heh, heh!" said Angus.
"Fifty for me!" cried Mary Lou gleefully.
"Again! Again!" Angus chortled.
"Well, all right, but I still say it's a funny way to get your kicks." The bed squeaked again. "Whee, another fifty! Say, you know, this is fun!"
"Again!" cried Angus. The bed squeaked.
"Oh rats, I missed!" Mary Lou said Something had hit the floor. A black lace garter. A slender hand reached down to retrieve it.
Nickie thought rapidly. He did not want to stay under the bed until the boat docked. He wanted to be upstairs in the gambling saloon where the crowd was. Where there would be no risk of looking suspicious. He seized her hand and kissed as he had been taught at spy school. He kissed the inside of her wrist, which he had learned was an unusually sensitive part of female anatomy. He pressed hard so that he could feel her pulse with his lips. He felt it quicken. She withdrew her hand.
"Angus, darling," she chirped. "I know another game that's even more fun. It's called blind man's buff."
"Buff! Oh, heh, heh, heh! Buff! How do we play?"
"Well, I'll tie this black nightie around your eyes and then you try to catch me. But you have to catch me by my right boobie or you lose."
"All right, but now that you've blindfolded me, finish with the garters first, won't you?"
"Very well." Mary Lou's hand searched under the bed until she found a part of Nickie's coat. She yanked, and Nickie took the hint He crawled out She was sitting crosslegged and quite naked on one end of the bed. On the other end sat Angus with three black garters draped over his manhood. Mary Lou pursed her lips at Nickie for a kiss and tossed again. It was the most unusual game of horseshoes Nickie had ever seen. Silently he put his lips to hers, thrusting gently with his tongue.
Her bosom heaved, and she met his tongue with her own. She jumped up and ran to the other side of the room. "Catch me, Angus!" she cried. The man stumbled forward eagerly with a silly smile on his face. Garter and poker chips tumbled to the floor.
Mary Lou darted back to Nickie. "Wait a minute," she whispered, starting to rifle Angus' pants. "Seven hundred," she announced. "I'll take five."
"Why not take it all?" Nickie hissed.
"Look," Mary Lou said impatiently, "I work the same spot every night. I don't want complaints to the management. This way he'll think he lost it. Nobody steals half of somebody's money."
Nickie was about to point out that she was taking more than half, but she wound herself about him, wiggling her hips urgently. "I get so bored," she pleaded. "I'm so tired of rich old men." She unbuttoned his jacket and even through his shirt, Nickie could feel the fire of her burning breasts.
"There's no time to lose," she whispered urgently. "I'm in need. Terrible need! Listen. I haven't had an orgasm for ages! It's been nearly two whole days!"
Nickie was not the man to resist such a heartrending plea. He allowed her to unzip his pants.
"No! No!" she said as he started to unbelt them and let them fall. She reached inside and extracted the necessary equipment, stroking it admiringly with her cool hand. "My, my!" she said. "Oh my!"
Nickie was pleased. In spy school none of the girls had seemed to think there was anything particularly outstanding about his anatomy. Under her touch it grew to even more magnificent proportions.
Since there were no clothes to take off, Nickie proceeded at once to basics. He ran his hand down her thigh and lifted her leg. So skillful was he that Mary Lou was scarcely aware that her body reacted to his maneuver. Her leg, as though drawn by an irresistible magnet, rose and wrapped itself vine-like about his thigh.
"My goodness!" said Mary Lou. "This is neat. Gee, wherever did you learn a trick like that?"
"I'm a graduate of love school," he told her truthfully, as he penetrated her with one smooth lunge. He knew she wouldn't believe him. Nobody would ever believe him.
"You're cute," she giggled. "Gee whiz, I'd like to see what it says on your diploma! Oh, gee whiz! Gee whiz! Geee whizzz!"
Mary Lou was apparently almost overcome by Nickie's up and down rhythmic thrusts. She kept saying gee as he shoved upward and on the down pull she said whiz, letting her breath as if she simply could not believe that she was feeling what she felt.
Her other leg kept trying to wrap around him also, and he had to keep pushing it away so that she would not pull them both off balance. One of her large breasts was in his mouth, but the insatiable Mary Lou kept trying to insert the other as well.
She was frantic with passion. By golly, she was going to choke him! He imagined he felt the tip of her bosom pounding inside his throat, pressing against his Adam's apple. He wished she would stop saying "Gee whiz." It was an outdated expression. He had learned it was outdated in his spy school English class.
Meanwhile, Angus, on the other side of the cabin, had embraced a lamp, a chair and an end table in search of a right boobie. Through their fog of delight his soft, "heh, heh," drifted to the ears of Mary Lou and Nickie.
At the moment he was crawling under a desk, still in pursuit of the ever-elusive rght boobie.
"Heh, heh! Mary Lou! I do believe you're fooling me! You aren't over here at all. Heh, heh!"
"Look out!" Mary Lou hissed breaking their embrace. Angus was charging toward them.
"Heh, heh! I've got you!" he cried. But his gaiety vanished quickly. The chest he had hold of did not seem to have a right boobie. Or a left one. Or any boobies at all. He ripped off his blindfold.
"Who the hell are you?" he bellowed, and then caught sight of a wad of bills in Mary Lou's hand. Desperately the girl seemed to be looking for a pocket to hide them in on her nude body.
"Thief! Thief!" Mary Lou seconded at the top of her lungs. She began to pound Nickie over the head with her fist. "It was him! He made me do it! He threatened me!"
Nickie fled to sanctuary beneath the bed. I'll sound the alarm!" Angus cried. He reached for a chain over the door. Bells started to ring.
"Zip up your pants!" Mary Lou yelled and went under the bed after Nickie. The spy was struggling into his rubber suit. "Gee," said Mary Lou, seeing his gear. "What are you anyhow? Some kind of a second story man too cheap to even pay for your ticket?"
"You don't really think I'm a thief?" Nickie said.
"I don't know. I can't think of any other reason you'd be stashed away under the bed like this. Anyway, if you are, just remember. This is my territory. I work it solo. Don't come back unless you want trouble. Understand?"
"And there's one other thing. You didn't finish me. I told you how badly I needed it, too!"
"You called me a thief!" Nickie protested. "Ifs against my principles to finish girls who call me thief."
"Is it?" said Mary Lou. She had a good hold on him, her naked body sprawled across him. She was unzipping the zipper she'd foolishy told him to do up. "The ship's detective will be here in a minute, and I'm not going to let you up until you finish me!"
Nickie shrugged. He could not argue with necessity. And necessity demanded that he get Mary Lou off his stomach. There was only one way to do that. Nickie scooted down and put his lips to the wet sweetness between her legs.
"Oh!" said Mary Lou. "Gee whiz!" Her rear began to rotate violently; her entire being went wild with the sensation. Her head jerked upward in her passion and smashed into a bed slat. She crumpled.
Mary Lou did not churn any more. She did not say gee whiz. She simply lay there unconscious and Nickie felt only a little sorry for her. It was really a shame for anyone in such desperate need to be knocked out at such a peak of agitation, but then, she had called him a thief.
And he wasn't a thief, only a simple spy.
He scrambled out and made for the porthole.
He tossed out the rope and slid down, hitting the water with a splash. Angus' face appeared at the window.
"Stop thief!" he screeched.
Nickie arranged his breathing apparatus and submerged. When he rose to the surface the boat was gone and he was alone in the ocean once more.
He shivered. Already his mission was going awry. He was not landing in the U.S.A. as he was supposed to. And what was that his instructor had told him over and over during his seduction course? Never would a woman leave his arms unsatisfied. Already one had. Whew!
A strange thing was happening to Nickie. For the first time in his life a slight shadow of doubt crept into his belief in the infallibility of the powerful Soviet regime. Far away across the water he could see the lights of Miami Beach.
America!
Nickie started to swim. Before long he would come up from the water onto the moonlit sand. And he would meet the loving arms of Edith Erlene, alias Honey, Milch.