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Date Posted: 19:17:20 01/06/07 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: WNPP-p-203-54-24-60.prem.tmns.net.au / 203.54.24.60
Subject: Chapter 92(S)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 06:45:06 11/18/06 Sat

Chapter 92(S)


Michael noticed Nikita’s quietness and melancholic mood since returning from Madame Cheung’s club this evening. As she sat down he broached the cause of her disquiet. “Nikita, what's wrong?”

“Michael, I just need to talk.”

Little did he know that she would unburden all of her pent up frustration at what she had seen.

“We have to do something ... this can’t go on. Those girls tonight were mere babies. It’s exploitation of the worse kind. I can’t bear this another moment.”

“Listen to me Nikita … You're too emotionally vested. Don’t worry ... it is all under control.”

“Control? What control? These are innocent, lovely girls, born on poverty-stricken farms in Thailand, who are being exploited.”

“Unfortunately child exploitation is prevalent in poor, underdeveloped countries Nikita.”

“Yeah ... I’ve heard the spiel before! Unscrupulous "career counsellors" and "job experts" eagerly trek to their villages seeking out these lovely underage girls. They take them to Bangkok with a promise of marriage, education, and well-paying jobs. It’s a farce ... it’s sickening.”

“That’s the business Jacques LeDeaux and Madame Cheung are in.”

“What did Suchin call it? ... Ah ... yes ... We like to rescue them from rural poverty because they like to train them early.”

“We will do something about it. Madame Cheung won’t be in business for much longer.”

“When Michael?”

“Soon ... be patient.”

“I have been patient ... I don’t know how much longer I can be. These girls are sold for the price of a television set or opium or for a quick baht in their parents’ pockets ... maybe even kidnapped.”

“Unfortunately it's not called kidnapping if illiterate parents draw their X's on paper releasing their daughters. LeDeaux was a master at that.”

“He’s dead ... thank God! It’s duping them into selling their daughters’ souls. These trusting girls have no idea what awaits them here in Bangkok when they are forced to prance on stage and are sold like animals in a meat market Michael. They end up with no rights and no life. It’s vile ... it makes me sick to the stomach.”

“Don’t worry Nikita once we know Madame Cheung’s schedule, we’ll implement the profile but we’ll need to know her plans for the next two days ... Just be prepared for anything.”

“Good. I’ll find out then,” she stated emphatically.


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Nikita’s passionate tirade showed her deep compassion for the oppressed innocents that Madame Cheung exploited in Hong Kong as well as here in Thailand which was obviously only the tip of the iceberg. Michael knew that the sooner she was Section One’s guest the better it would be and the faster Nikita would be released from her deep cover mission.

They stared at one another in silence and Michael watched the weariness of this mission wash over Nikita’s features. She had endured a lot over the past few months and the subterfuge around Madame Cheung was beginning to take its toll. Nikita needed closure on this mission sooner rather than later. The pretence that she had embraced the life under the Rising Dragons’ triad needed to be done with. Michael knew that his planned scenario only needed the green light from Madame Cheung herself. When they knew her movements ... he would contact Section for a secondary team to provide back up, but until then they needed to be cautious and wait for the window of opportunity they needed.


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As Nikita let his words sink in Michael approached her and stood quietly until she looked up. Her eyes connected with his in enquiry then they followed his hand movements. Unexpectedly he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box and handed it to her.

“What’s this?” She asked in surprise at receiving the gift.

“Just open it.”

Michael watched as Nikita bit her lip in anticipation of what it could be. He remembered the only other gift he’d ever given her on her first mission when he’d taken her to the restaurant. Nikita had thought it was a celebratory dinner, but he had dashed her hopes when he’d presented her with the gun and told her what to do.

This time however, Nikita’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she saw the lovely Franck Muller watch she had wanted. Looking up her eyes captured Michael’s in gratitude.

“It’s lovely ... thank you Michael.”

She stood up.

Spontaneously Nikita threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Michael tasted the salty tears that had trickled down her cheek as his lips softly caressed hers. She hugged him even tighter realising just what Michael had done for her. Reciprocating the embrace he deepened the kiss, then picking Nikita up, carried her into the bedroom, their conversation about Madame Cheung and child exploitation was all but forgotten for the time being.


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(Suggestive)


Sliding Nikita down his body they gazed into each other's eyes. Her breath caught at the heat swirling in the depths of Michael’s gaze igniting a flame that burned her deep inside. Coiling her arms back up around his neck brought their bodies even closer, then applying the slightest amount of pressure Nikita urged his head down for a hot open-mouthed kiss. Michael tasted like heaven. His lips were warm and masculine, hot, demanding and oh so intoxicating. Lost to the moment, she sighed as his mouth captured hers compellingly.

Drawing Nikita closer until her breasts rested against him, Michael continued to place kisses to her soft responsive lips. The air around them crackled with pent up sexual energy and Nikita’s nipples beaded into tight buds. She wanted to feel the warmth of Michael’s hands and the heat of his mouth on her breasts as he tasted her, but their clothing was in the way.

Teasing the strands of his hair, Nikita brushed the collar of Michael’s shirt with her fingertips and then digging her hands into his thick mane. Nikita held her body close to his. Feeling the distinct ridge of Michael’s erect shaft there was no denying the heat of his need and she moved provocatively against him. Then with tentative fingers, she gently glided her hand over the fly of his trousers. Moaning at her discovery, Nikita’s hands sought and found the hardened ridge of Michael’s body and boldly explored him.

A groan escaped from his throat too at the boldness of her actions. Skimming her jaw, his lips trailed a steamy path down the side of Nikita’s neck. Sensation shot through her with lightening speed and she lost her balance stumbling backward. Michael caught her and pressed Nikita up against the side of the dressing table.

She moaned but continued to explore her new found discovery.

Caressing the fabric of his trousers she tormented him as she glided her fingers over the buldge feeling him harden even more. Michael struggled with his feelings as Nikita’s movements were playing havoc with his libido. Boldly unzipping his fly, she slipped her hand beneath the fabric of Michael’s trousers and felt the throbbing length of his erection. Nikita shivered with desire as her own sex pulsed in response. She ached for Michael’s touch then wrapping her fingers around his rock-hard length; she gently stroked the velvety smoothness of him.

Michael sucked in a sharp hiss of breath and lowered his hand down hard over Nikita’s halting her movements. Tenderly picking her hand up, he caressed it placing a kiss to her palm. Need raked her insides as he held her gaze captive. Staring at one another for a brief moment, they both reached out as lips collided once more. Michael’s hands were dexterous as he quickly removed the clothing that was a barrier to her skin. In no time Nikita stood before him in enticing red lace lingerie. The high cut of her panties revealed the lithe length of her legs while her breasts heaved in the constriction of her bra. The sight of Nikita was nearly his undoing. Michael kissed her.

Trailing moist caresses down her throat he lingered on her breast while his hands gently cupped her and his lips worked their magic. Nikita’s head fell back when Michael squeezed her hardening breasts and his thumbs searched for her taut nipples protruding through the lace. Capturing his face with her hands she pressed him closer to her flesh.

Sliding further down her body Michael kissed Nikita’s thigh were her panties rested on her skin. Placing his hand over the lace he cupped the heat of her groin and pressed his hand there lingeringly. Nikita felt Michael’s touch, and warmth spread straight to the region where his hand rested. Reluctantly leaving her heaving in want, he skimmed his hand over Nikita’s stomach while his other hand caressed her warm back.

Nikita trembled as riotous sensations coursed through her body. She moaned, but still Michael’s gentle touch ignited the flames of desire. She could do nothing but enjoy the moment. Unclipping the fastening on the front of Nikita’s bra her breasts broke free of the restraining garment and Michael’s hands glided over her heaving chest removing the strapless bra from her body. Capturing the lace on one finger he let it fall to the floor while his eyes held hers captive. His lips eventually returned to her chest and once again caressed the mound of her breast lovingly. Nikita’s fingers loosened Michael’s shirt and pushed if from his body while he continued to glide up and over her body in renewal. They kissed as Michael traced his hands back down her thigh, then lifting Nikita in his arms; he lavished kisses to her mouth. Weaving her hands into his hair, she held him tightly to her. Michael lifted her closer deepening their kiss while Nikita’s hands encircled his head holding him enslaved to her mouth.

They kissed wildly. Walking her backwards they fell to the bed and Michael rolled Nikita beneath him.


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Play on text from ... Simone

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