It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting on a park bench waiting for my contact to arrive. I normally would have never agreed to a 'drop' in a place like this but according to my handlers the contact was scared to death. I am known as a 'messenger', I am the middleman between 'spies', 'moles' and other nefarious, traitorous characters that I have to interact with on a daily basis and the unnamed government agencies that I work for or "the alphabets" as they are known. You know, CIA, FBI, NSA, etc, etc ad infintium. I work for them all since I am a free lancer and am very good at pick up and delivery.
As I sit on this bench trying to look as innocuous as possible, I am surprised at how crowded the park is this evening. The weather is warm but there is still a chill in the early spring, late afternoon air so the number of people is surprising. Damn, if my contact is being followed or if I am being followed it would be hard to spot our pursuers.
From what I understand, this mole is part of an industrial corporation doing business with certain unsavory characters that wear turbans and like to knock down big buildings. I know nothing about this person, not how they look, their age or gender. Nada. I hate coming to the field with so little information. I feel so vulnerable, so naked. My eyes scanned slowly across my field of vision to see if I notice anyone staring too long or deliberately not staring. Usually 'pursuers' as they are known, operate in teams of two or more and their job is to intercept, by any means necessary, the mole or spy prior to them making the 'drop' (passing information). Right before the drop is the most dangerous time, that is why I keep my hands in my pocket on my walther PPK, just in case.
I sit on the bench like a statue trying to catch everything around me. Then I see them, the 'pursuers', two man team, one on a bike fixing his tire for over a half hour and one sitting on a bench reading a paper. I suspected the man with the paper but I might have not the biker if not the almost imperceptible nods exchanged from one to the other. Then I noticed how the biker fiddled with the tire for an unusually long time. However, as important as I think I am, the mole is the one they want; the one with the secrets. So we all sit here and wait for this mysterious person to show up.
Time seemed to freeze as we sat there in a stalemate of sorts looking to see if the tell or indication would come on my side as to who the mole was. Funny thing is. I had no clue. All I was told was that the mole would make themselves known to me. I didn't have too much problem until I saw Heckyl and Jeckyl over there. Now I am concerned that this civilian maybe walking in to a trap that me and my little ''friend' might not be able to get out of.
"Hey, baby, wanna go out on a date?"
I looked to my right and a tall black woman is standing there, a hooker. She was wearing short shorts and a halter top that barely contained her huge breasts. Her long legs sat atop seven-inch high heels and made her look statuesque.
"So you want sum of this or what?" she asks with major attitude and a certain aggressive need to survive on the street.
"No thanks," I say.
"Come on you look like a good guy and I can make it worth you while, baby." She was now in my face and she leaned forward and pulled down her top showing her chocolate brown breasts.
"See baby," she said still holding her top down. "Don't these look good? I ain't your average ho, I takes care of myself and I am disease free. I don’t go anywhere with out these" and she held up a package of condoms.
“Good for you,” I said as I tried to scan around to look for my contact.
"Here baby you should take one,” as she handed me the package. “Even if you don't get some of this here," patting her groin," you may need this later."
"No thanks," I said quickly but my two friends took a special interest in her attempt to hand me the condom. Damn, I had to think quick. "OK, let's assume I want to 'date' you how much is it going to cost me?"
"You ain’t po po, are you? You smell like po po, and I don't know …” She looked me up and down. "Oh, what the hell, it $50 for a blow job and $100 for sex." She looked at me as if she were proud of her business savvy.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out two 100 dollar bills. "Here take this."
"Oh baby that will get you an 'around the world'?" she said as she snatched the money from my hand.
" 'Around the world'?" I asked, she laughed out loud.
"Yeah that where you get to do it all including Greek…ass fucking. I don't do that much but for a big spender like you I would." She said smiling at me. Her smile was infectious as was her attitude but I was here for a job.
"No sweetheart, you take that and go…now."
"OK, your loss big spender." she said as she put the money in her halter and started to walk away. But as she walked away my two friends looked like they were about to follow her. I realized with the condom and the money being passed back and forth they might have thought she was the mole.
Great I thought, while they tail her I can get the drop from the real mole and get out of this thing with my gun unfired and my nerves just a little less jittery. Then my thoughts turned back to that poor girl, if they find out she wasn't the mole, they would hurt her bad or maybe even kill her. Damn. I can't let that happen.
"Hey you," I called to her. She turned around and stopped. "I think I am going to take you up on your offer. 'Around the world' you say?"
"So you got a little freak in you, huh." She said as she grabbed my hand. I kept an eye on my new friends who stopped in their tracks and waited to see what would happen.
"Listen I have to stay nearby, do you mind if we went behind those bushes over there."
"Shit, I have done it in worse places than that; come on," she said loudly, "You won't believe this but this is your lucky day, I am horny as hell."
We moved to the back of the bushes where she grabbed me and started kissing me. I felt my dick jump as she pulled me into her big breasts and her tongue found its way into her mouth. I knew my friends would come over to look at what was going on so I said to her, "Hurry, I have to meet someone soon."
"Don’t worry baby, let me just get out this condom and we will get started." She fumbled in her purse to get one. I reach in my pocket to give her the one she gave me. "No baby, I want you to keep that. I have one right here."
She opened the package and then undid my pants. This is so unprofessional, if word got back to my handlers that I was getting a blowjob when I was on a 'drop' I would get canned if not end up in the river face down.
