|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 154
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Date Posted: Monday, November 01, 07:45:53pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Michael had retained to memory, the intel regarding directions to Dalton’s villa and also the security access. Nikita sat holding the now blank PDA as they approached the villa up a winding road lined with fig and almond trees. In the distance, jagged red sandstone cliffs formed shelter for secluded white sandy beaches. Michael slowed the car as they approached large metal gates guarding the entrance to the Villa Luz Mira; a guard house with security men stood watch. Michael took the PDA from Nikita and tapped in the special security clearance code given by Stephan. One guard took the PDA and plugged it into a computer in the guard house. He pulled out the PDA and returned it to Michael, nodding while giving a signal to another guard to open the metal gates.
“Proceed to the main entrance...the domestic staff will show you to your quarters. Welcome to Luz Mira.”
“Thank you,” nodded Michael. He put the Mercedes in gear and drove a further hundred meters to the front entrance of the villa. He slowed the car; a man and woman dressed in domestic servant attire stood waiting. As Michael and Nikita exited the Mercedes, the man moved forward to pull the luggage from the car. Following them inside, Nikita and Michael eyed the expansive building. The villa was extravagant, even for luxury Portugese standards. As they made their way to their quarters, the man pointed out two large living rooms, a massive dining room, a billiards room, a media room complete with wide screen television and computers. Before ascending the winding staircase, the man pointed to a large swimming pool a tennis court and heliport. The man motioned to the woman to help him haul the luggage and spoke in Portugese to bring refreshments to the guest’s room. He opened the door to a luxury suite comprised of a living area with a bedroom and two bathrooms. The patio door opened onto a vista of the sea, sandstone cliffs and secluded beaches.
Nikita gasped as she wandered around the suite; Michael stood watching her and glancing quickly around the room. The man and woman placed all their luggage in the room and stood.
“My name is Jose...I will be at your service. Mr. Dalton will arrive in two days time and meet with you then. Please let me know when you would like your meals to be served, either in the dining room or if you would prefer, your quarters. You are the only guests at the villa but there are many employees working for Mr. Dalton...you will no doubt see them about performing their jobs. Maria is bringing you refreshments and please feel free to use any of the facilities in the villa. Is there anything I can do for you now?”
“No thank you...Jose...everything seems to be in order,” replied Michael.
The man nodded, smiled and closed the door behind him. As soon as he left, Nikita stood shaking her head.
“My God Michael! Can you believe this place...the mercenary business must be very lucrative!”
“Yes, indeed...Dalton has done very well for himself.”
Nikita wandered from the livingroom to the bedroom. A king size bed with carved wooden headboard stood adjacent to another patio looking onto the sea. A media center containing a television and stereo sat opposite the bed and on the far wall, a walk in closet with large mirror doors, reflecting the bed and open patio. A dressing table sat next to the large master bathroom which featured marble tiled floor and counters, a jacuzzi tub and adjoining shower stall. At the other end of the bathroom, two toilets and a bidet sat in a row. Nikita stood taking in the bathroom and called to Michael.
“You must see this bathroom! We can each use a toilet at the same time!”
Michael wandered into the large bathroom. “Hummmm....beaucoup de togetherness, I think.”
“Ha! And look at that jacuzzi tub! It could fit four people! How long has this Dalton fellow been in business....no I don’t even want to contemplate what he’s been doing to own a palace like this one.”
Michael stood smiling as he scooped up Nikita’s hands. “What would you like to do....explore the area, play billiards, watch television....”
Nikita’s eyes flashed mischievously. “I know what I would like to do....what about you?”
“I want to start working on one of those computers in the media room...set up new protocols and begin to access more funds. I’m certain Dalton has some sophisticated hardware and softwear...I should be able to create my worm program quickly and hopefully penetrate the MI-6 system and then....”
“Michael! I had a somewhat different idea of what we might be doing...together.”
Michael slipped his arms around Nikita’s waist and stroked her back. “I think we should wait until you are....well...more ....ah, available.”
She reached down to the front of his pants and began stroking the bulge on the front of his tight, black jeans. “Michael....please....”
He drew her hands away and brought them to his face. “Yes....I know....and soon.”
There was a knock at the door; Michael walked quickly to the door, opening it for the maid to bring in a light snack of coffee and wine. Nikita wandered back into the main livingroom, watching Michael as he dealt with the refreshments, and closed the door after the maid.
(('Gawd Michael....if you had any idea what you do to me....just looking at you. And you insist on wearing tight pants....oh geeze Nik! Why the hell am I so damn horny all the time around this man!'))
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