Life as a New Hire Ch. 33

Climax doesn't come from a cock, or pussy. It comes from neural and mental stimulation. Anya went off by merely grinding her stomach against my cock, humping me with desperate thrusts and animalistic squeals. She had a very under-stated orgasm. Her pre-event noises slid straight into her orgasmic vibrations.

[Bulgarian] "Sorry," she whimpered.

[Bulgarian] "What!" I gulped. "You are not going to leave me like this, are you?" Her jaw dropped in shock at how I'd turned our situation around.

"No, no," she reassured me - and ran her hands over my chest and shoulders. "No, we can keep going."

"Good," I smiled. I wasted no time lifting her under each arm and bringing her breasts to face level. Yum-yum, and Anya went back to making various inarticulate noises. Only when her labia touched my glans did she quiet down. At that point, she kept deep, meaningful eye contact with me as she engulfed more and more of my penis into her vagina.

Anya looped her ankles behind my thighs as I began to rock us back and forth, then up and down. The shower water had gone cold, but we didn't care. She wasn't an aggressive kisser. She was definitely an enthusiastic responder though. Everything I did, she attempted to pursue from her end. That fresh, open and honest desire pushed me over the top first.

She held me tight as my body bucked through each ejaculation. I accentuated the circumstance to enhance Anya's sense of accomplishment: my orgasm had been brought about by her efforts and nothing else. We weren't done. I let my cock pull free of her cunt, then swiftly knelt before her.

Two handfuls of ass later, I'd lifted her up, had her right leg over my right shoulder and my tongue lapping along Anya's vulva. When I wiggled my tongue within her folds, flicking the clitoris on the upstroke and drilling her vagina on the down-stroke.

[Bulgarian] "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she sang out in her native language.

I had promised Anya two orgasms and I delivered. Anya came down to rest sideways in my arms. Her posterior rested on my raised left leg while my right knee helped distribute the weight on the tub floor. Anya's head lay upon mine, our ears touching.

"I...how..." she murmured.

"Your boyfriend is a lucky guy," I interrupted her, following that with a few light kisses on her lips and nose.

"I don't have a boyfriend," she sighed.

"That's a crime," I attempted to mutter under my breath. She overheard me, as intended.

"Your fiancée is a very lucky woman," she rewarded me.

"We've never had sex," I enlightened her.

"Oh, that's a crime," she laughingly teased me.

"I haven't met her daughter yet, and I want to be sure we get along, before we go any further," I lied like a complete and utter Dog.

See, I may have had sex with Anya within six hours of meeting her, but I was still a sweet, nice guy who was considerate of his fiancée's child by a previous marriage. Anya was a happy little camper, playfully drying me off as I dried her. We slipped our clothes back on, opened the bathroom door and...

[Hungarian] "Mr. Nyilas - Ms. Sarac (that was Anya) - we would like to talk with you two," the two female plain clothes officers smirked at us. They presented us with their ID with their left hand while resting their hands on their pistols with the right. I also has the impression they'd been waiting a while.

They were Officers Gala and Kupec from the TEK (Hungary's Anti-Terrorism Law Enforcement Body). Fuck that UP! I was going to get that little shithead. Unlike me, Anya was pretty freaked out.

[Icelandic - why the fuck not] "Talar þú íslensku?" (Do you speak Icelandic?)

[French] "We have it from a reliable source that you speak Hungarian, English and French," Officer Gala taunted me. Oh, my Canadian Mountie had been the squealer. Sigh.

[Hungarian] "Anya here, hasn't done anything wrong," I offered. "Please don't cause her any grief on my account."

[Hungarian] "How about we go back to your room and we can talk about your luggage, Mr. Nyilas?" Kupec 'suggested'.

[Hungarian] "Is this about the smuggled chocolates, or my collage of weaponry? Oh, and call me Cáel."

[Hungarian] "Oh, here in Hungary, we rate weapons smuggling well below a whole ledger of laws about confectionary tax dodging," Kupec played along. She was an attractive blonde, in her mid-thirties. "Knife please." Lacking any true options, I handed over my Amazon honor-blade.

[Hungarian] "What do you use a blade like that for?" Gala inquired as they directed us to our guest room. The place was very quiet. Two male TEK officers, with my old buddy, the H&K MP-5 submachine gun pointed down. Pamela wasn't in evidence.

[Hungarian] "It is a weapon. I use it for what weapons are created for," I grinned back at Gala.

[Hungarian] "We have his permission to search his baggage," Kupec told the two guys.

[Hungarian] "That would be incorrect," I shook my head. "I asked why you wanted to look. I didn't give permission.

[Hungarian] "Funny ... Officer Gala, I heard him give us permission," Kupec joked with her partner.

[Hungarian] "That is certainly what I heard him say," Gala confirmed the lie. I leaned against the wall while the two ladies searched both duffels. It took me three seconds to realize that something wasn't right in Oz. The two officers kept searching to the very bottom of each package. I could tell my six female acquaintances were about to lose it.

They knew what Pamela and I had stored away in those two carrying containers and it wasn't the old clothing that the TEK was pulling out. Pamela was nobody's fool, while I clearly was.

[Hungarian] "No guns, or chocolates? What is going on here?" Kupec asked.

"Ha," I laughed. "I have an overly possessive ex-girlfriend who thinks I'm in danger."

[Hungarian] "Why would she think that?" Gala questioned. I raised my shirt, exposing my multiple gunshot bruises, plus the abrasions from last night, as well as today's souvenirs from Ajax.

[Hungarian] "I'm socially awkward," I confessed. "I'm constantly running into beautiful women and people who want to kill me. Sometimes, they have both bases covered."

[Hungarian] "Why would beautiful women want to kill you?" Kupec studied me with experienced eyes.

"Because I have the romantic loyalty of a Bobble-head," I sighed. "See, I'd sleep with you, then sleep with Officer Gala here...without breaking off our relationship first."

[Hungarian] "That would explain all the old scars on your body," Gala chuckled. "Don't you get tired?"

[Hungarian] "Oh God no," I chortled. "Anya and I had a wonderful time ten minutes ago and I'm raring to go right now. That's how my libido works."

Everyone's eyes migrated to my crotch. Per my boast, Mr. Happy was alert and ready play. Those eyes edged toward Anya accusingly. "Oh, I came, Anya came - we were multiple orgasmic," I came to her defense.

[Hungarian] "I came twice!" Anya insisted.

[Hungarian] "We heard, Anya," Orsi joked. "We all heard." Anya turned into my chest and buried her blushing face.

[Hungarian] "All of that is wonderful," Kupec said. "Now, Mr. Nyilas, where is your companion? The white-haired female."

[Hungarian] "Don't know. She was here when Anya and I want to the shower. I haven't seen her since then," I replied.

[Hungarian] "Do you know where she might be?" the counter-terrorism cop persisted.

"Yeah," I groaned. "She's close by." Maybe my English confused them.

[Hungarian] "Could you be more specific?" Gala joined in.

"No."

[Hungarian] "No?" Kupec pressed.

"Nyet, uga, voch, ne, nah, nope, nein, nem, naamik, iya, bu, não, nu, nei," I clarified.

[Hungarian] "One would think you would want to be more cooperative. Your life seems to be in danger and protecting people is what we do," Kupec lectured me.

[Hungarian] "We have nothing to cooperate about because that assumes you have something to offer me. You don't," I stated. "You can't even find Pamela ... and she's the least of my worries.

You are proud of your law enforcement status. Big deal. I need bodyguards, not nannies. You searched my belongings without my consent, which confirms that you don't want to help me. Worse, since you are opposed to me defending myself, you are proving to be a threat to my continued existence," I explained.

[Hungarian] "You don't believe the TEK is a professional body? Is that it?" Kupec turned on some false outrage.

[Hungarian] "I really don't know that much about the TEK, so I won't pass judgment on it. I will say this much; would you shoot a person in the head solely on suspicion of malfeasance?"

Pause.

[Hungarian] "No, you wouldn't because you are law enforcement. Give me a squad of the 34th László Bercsényi' with a 'Zero Tolerance' Rules of Engagement and I'll be a happy man," I grinned. The 34th were Hungary's Spec Ops troops.

[Hungarian] "So you were at the Metro 3 yesterday and the Inn earlier today," Kupec appeared pleased with herself. She had footage; I already knew that. "Our country is not a place for your American-style shootouts. You have built up quite a violent history in the past months, Mr. Nyilas and you are not welcome in Hungary," she informed me. I laughed in her face.

[Hungarian] "Violence? Where do you want to begin?" my grin turned wicked. "Do you mean the violent murder of my unarmed father, gun downed in his home by Balkan mercenaries? Or maybe the shootout in the Chicago Medical Examiner's office, where I was unarmed and two law enforcement agents killed or wounded the men trying to sneak off with my father's corpse," I growled.

[Hungarian] "It was a fucking government building the men were in - something you seemed to have glossed over. But thanks for bring up that painful memory," I added. "Wait..., why don't we talk about me being bludgeoned into a coma by my deranged uncle...where I was unarmed and the police were watching over me?

[Hungarian] "Now listen and listen carefully, you useless pricks," I snarled. "I was armed yesterday and earlier today and that, not your stunning police powers, is why I'm alive.

I stepped off your Metro 3 in your capitol and nearly got murdered...by men dressed as Budapest police officers wielding automatic weapons," I continued. "That happened on your watch. Then, this morning, I went to meet a person of interest to my European sojourn and...a second mercenary force showed up and tried to kill me.

Where were you and your guns when I was attacked? I defended myself. I didn't even kill anybody," I kinda lied. We hadn't talked about the fight outside the club. "You're zero for two concerning my safety. Better yet, I'm sure the European Union will be pleased as punch at how your agency is always ludicrously three steps behind these assassins."

[Hungarian] "We are investigating that, as well as looking into the terrorist threat on the Ferry today," Gala responded. "We do think you were in a firefight. Where are your weapons?"

"Your miasma of stupid has befuddled my senses," I scoffed.

[Hungarian] "Then we have little choice but to arrest you," Kupec threatened.

[Hungarian] "On what charges?" Orsi spoke out. "What's he done besides risked his life trying to save me and my friends?" Ignoring the fact that I put their lives in danger.

[Hungarian] "Keep quiet," one of the male TEK members pointed at her.

[Hungarian] "Please don't do that," I requested. The TEK members sensed a weakness.

[Hungarian] "Sorry, Mr. Nyilas. You have already involved these six," Gala stated.

[Hungarian] "Ah," I nodded. "Thank you for proving I can't do anything to help anybody."

[Hungarian] "How noble?" Kupec mocked me. "You are going to let these women go to jail while you slide through the diplomatic legal process."

[Hungarian] "This from the champion of justice that threw my Father's murder in my face," I rolled my eyes. "These ladies know what my pledge is worth and I pledge they won't have to deal with you alone."

"Besides, you stupid cunt," Pamela strolled into the room. "We have a little matter of burying the monsters that sent those mercs to murder his old man. That's going to be a lot of bodies and a great deal of time. But, when we've finished with them, we are going to look back at your attitude and...not laugh."

[Hungarians] "That is threatening law enforcement officers," Kupec glared. "Where have you been anyway?"

[Hungarian] "I'm going to cut through this nonsense," Pamela stared at them. "Since arrest pretty much ensures that Cáel and I will get murdered, that's not going to happen. If you feel like you can draw and fire before Cáel and I can kill you, then go for it. You aren't going to intimidate us into telling you shit about what is going down.

If you have an ounce of investigative talent, you are going to realize that Cáel and his team entered your country with pathetic oversight which means..." she raised an eyebrow.

Kupec and Gala looked at one another.

[Hungarian] "The same goes for those bodies in the Budapest morgue ... they shouldn't be in your country either," Pamela continued.

"Do we need to go over every round you dug out of the inn? The grenade damage? The blood trails ... unless you found the dead bodies, which I doubt. A rookie investigator could figure out we were in the inn when it was attacked, not outside shooting in. Hundreds of round from an assortment of military-grade weapons...and you think you can protect us?" Pamela spit out.

"You can't do shit for us, except soak up a few bullets before we get killed. So we are back to the fact that if Cáel and I are going to live, we are going to have to do it outside of police custody. Your move," Pamela challenged them.

[Hungarian] "Do you really think you are that good?" Kupec turned slightly, her hand drifting toward her hip holster.

"I'm standing by the light switch. I can hit it and roll away before your pistols clears their holsters. As police officers, you can't blindly fire in the dark at someone who might be me," Pamela outlined. "I, on the other hand, have no problem killing everyone in the room who isn't Cáel. I can safely assume that any gun flash is one of you and react appropriately."

[Hungarian] "Officer Kupec, she's not bluffing. It is not her style. She is explaining the results of you continuing to use pressure tactics on us", I related. "Besides, even if you manage to kill us both, then what? You get to explain to your boss why we fought to the death ... and that reason would be? ... Believe me, telling you what we know doesn't do anyone any good.

You know by the actions at the Metro and the inn, there are some freaking bad people after us. The reasoning behind that wouldn't make sense to you. And even if you believed us, if you reported it that way, it would be a career-killer," I persevered.

[Hungarian] "Why don't you let us decided that?" Kupec stuck to her guns.

[Hungarian] "Orsi, Divna - take your people outside. We will be there in a few seconds," I tried to clear the field. Kupec gave a nod to the two male TEK agents, allowing the six girls and three Macedonians to depart. "Here it goes. I'm a male Amazon. The group that killed my Father and tried to kill me at the Metro were with a secret society called the Condottieri.

Earlier today I was meeting with a member of the Hungarian branch of the Black Hand (that had their attention) named the Vizsla," I told them. In Kupec's eyes, the term Vizsla was electric. "They failed to kill that person because Pamela and I provided a distraction to keep the killers occupied."

[Hungarian] "But there really is a Vizsla?" Kupec studied me with fascination. I nodded. "Who is the Lynx?"

[Hungarian] "The Black Hand leader in Bulgaria."

[Hungarian] "The Chamois?"

[Hungarian] "The Albanians."

[Hungarian] "The Serbians?" she kept at it.

[Hungarian] "I apologize, but if you don't know that name, I'm not going to tell you," I replied.

[Hungarian] "Kupec, you can't really believe the Black Hand exists?" Gala sounded stunned.

[Hungarian] "Absolutely. Before my father became an officer in the Rendőrség, he was imprisoned in the early 80's. His cellmate was a member of the Black Hand. My father was political, his allies got him out of prison ... and he got the Hand member out. Father later...got things done with some help of that friend. He made corrupt officials 'have accidents', back when the police weren't as strong as we are now.

He told me that I was never to cross Black Hand because they were incredibly dangerous people. I saw the man only once, at my father's funeral. I never learned his name, yet he talked about my father as if they were the closest of friends and he knew all about me. He had...dead eyes - those of a killer. Honestly, he scared the hell out of me. I've never seen him since," she finished her tale. "So yes, I believe."

[Hungarian] "Since the police have kept people from leaving town, there is going to be an unauthorized rave in Republic Square," I told Pamela.

"You are an idiot," Pamela play-punched my shoulder.

[Hungarian] "Should I go, or do you want me to cause you more difficulty that you are paid for?" I asked the Counter-terrorism cops.

[Hungarian] "Don't leave town," Gala reminded me. "We'll be in touch." I nodded before turning and leaving with Pamela. Once we rejoined the 'kids', I bumped Pamela.

"How are they supposed to stay in touch with me?" I asked her.

"Don't ask me," Pamela snickered. "I've always been far too expedient to be a cop."

"Let's eat," Orsi declared. That was as bit of normality we could all endorse.

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The four largest blurs were penetrating deep into Northeast Chinese airspace. The one they identified as heading for Harbin, the central industrial center of Heilongjiang province (the northernmost and largest of the three Provinces of Northeast China), was the least worrisome. They couldn't see them, but swarms of UCAVs roamed ahead of the bomber group, tracking down and eliminating the city's air defenses before those systems could engage the aged Khanate strategic aircraft armada.

The other three large groups were heading for the (PRC) Heilongjiang-Amur Oblast (Russian) border. That was the development that had the operators ringing the phones off the hook in Vladivostok and Moscow. These attack patterns were coming straight for the Russian Army's forward mobilization lagers on the north side of the Amur River. Russian jet fighters and multi-role fighter/bombers scrambled.

The question Admiral Konstantin Sidenko (Commander of the Eastern Military District), Defense Minister General of the Army Sergey Shoygu, and President Putin wanted answered was 'who was getting bombed'? It was good news - bad news - bad news - good news. Good news - yet again ... the PLA was the target for this latest spate of pummeling.

Most of the PLAAF assets remaining in Heilongjiang were 1960's production models flown by older, reservist pilots. Equipped mainly with courage, they took to the skies to die. All along the Sino-Russian Amur River frontier, Chinese emplacements, supply depots, air bases and mobile reserve forces (the ones with the really old tanks and APCs) were getting...'attritted' was the polite way of saying bombed, blown up and killed.