[January 2021]
Real life isn't like the movies.
In the movies, whenever the villain activates his villainous plot, the hero always arrives just in time to prevent it and save the day.
But in real life, by the time the villain is stopped they've had plenty of time to carry out their villainous designs.
Such was the case here. With the world in September 2020 still reeling and just starting to recover from the coronavirus crisis, a terrorist group calling themselves "Anarchy 99" suddenly appeared on the scene.
If that name sounds familiar, it's because they deliberately named themselves after the group in the Vin Diesel movie XXX. They had similar goals to the movie group - they didn't favor a particular side of the political spectrum, they just wanted to cause total chaos everywhere. And while they, thankfully, didn't have access to a city-destroying biochemical weapon like the group in the movie did, they *were* all former military and thus could identify with ease and kill any police or military man who tried to infiltrate the group.
And since Xander Cage *only* exists in the movies, he wasn't around to save us from Anarchy 99's depredations. Yes, they were eventually (mid-November 2020) caught and killed in a shootout. But not until they had removed most or all of the political (and judicial, media and financial) leadership of Russia, Israel, Britain, the United States, Brazil, Hungary, Italy and a few other countries.
Canada was the largest country left which had remained relatively unscathed. (One province had had their provincial government essentially taken out, but the overall government of the country was still in place.) They, along with the EU, assumed the global leadership role after Anarchy 99 was finally stopped.
As a Canadian diplomat, I was meeting with an envoy from Britain. She was representing the newly formed government there. They'd had to rebuild entirely from scratch, after just six members of the House of Commons survived and the entire House of Lords was taken out.
My internal phone line rang. It was my PA.
"The envoy from Britain is here, sir."
"Send her in."
Five seconds later, the door to my office opened, and the woman stepped forward.
The first thing I noticed was that she was very tall. I'm just about six feet (1.83 m) tall, and she was exactly my height. She was dressed professionally, wearing a white blouse revealing absolutely zero flesh and a black skirt that went to below her knees, and she was attractive and she knew it. Even covered up, she had a decent chest, her body was toned and curvy, and she had a very pretty face and blue eyes to complement her blonde hair. She was middle-aged, probably in her forties (so, about my own age), and she clearly had a core of steel. Perfect for the job - namely, to get as much for her country as possible.
Not that I was going to take a hard line to begin with. My orders were to assist in any reasonable manner. And as Adam Silver and Michele Roberts exemplify, when negotiations are carried out between two parties who view it as a cooperative instead of a competitive endeavor, things go much smoother and much quicker.
We came to a fast agreement. Canada, above all, had wheat in sufficient quantities that we could sell plenty of it. And we'd grow another banner crop over the summer. Britain needed food. The price per bushel was agreed on at once, and then it was a matter of figuring out how many bushels they needed and could transport in time. I had negotiated a similar deal with Russia the week before. (These things have to be negotiated months in advance: grain takes a long time to ship. Hence, negotiations in January for shipments the following autumn.)
It took just one day to get all the details worked out (they needed a few other minor things as well as the wheat), and everything signed. We were on a first name basis, we were so comfortable with each other.
"I'm not leaving for four more days," Zoe informed me. "No one thought we could get this done so fast. How about I reward you for being so nice, Nate?"
I guessed what she had in mind, but wanted to confirm it first before assuming. "I'd like that, Zoe."
"I'm staying at the Marriott, room 216. Come back there with me and stay until I have to leave."
"I'd very much like that, Zoe."
I went home first to shower, change and gather several days' worth of clothes. Zoe waited politely in my living room until I was set, then I tagged along with her to the Marriott.
"We have three full nights after tonight," she said. "So I suggest that tonight we just rest. It's been a long, though productive, day."
I agreed. Zoe showered and returned wearing a nightgown. I had gotten into my sleeping clothes - a pair of sweatpants. She lay down next to me, I held her against me, and we fell asleep that way.
When we woke up, we did our morning routine and ate breakfast. Zoe suggested returning to the bed. We lay there and talked for most of the day, knowing there was no race to get on with the sex we were going to have.
"I'm traditional, Nate," Zoe explained. "I like to engage in sexual activities in the evenings only."
"Whatever works for you," I told her.
After dinner, Zoe stripped naked entirely and I, getting the hint, did so as well.
"I suggest that tonight be dedicated to the stages of sex before putting your cock in my pussy," Zoe grinned. "Tomorrow we can reach that stage, and if you really satisfy me, on the third night I'll let you do something truly special."
That seemed fair. We started with a kiss. Because we'd gotten so comfortable with each other, the kiss was comfortable too.
