"Oh, I think it would be fun thing to experience during a next round~" He smiled as his fingers continued exploiting the woman. He wondered if the Witch had achieved her objective. He raised his fingers, wet with Latina's juices and licked them. "You are tasty~" He said as he unbuckled his pants. He sat the woman on one of the stands and slowly, started pushing his dick into the moist pussy.
"Ah, creepers, you say? I think we both deserve an admirer or two, wouldn't you agree?" Olena's voice was just a bit huskier than necessary as she whispered back, before following Ingrid into the changing rooms. After taking a moment to ensure the both of them were alone, the Amazonian Ukrainian would reach into her locker to procure the documents. "Finances on an influential figure the KGB wanted gone in Ukraine. I didn't kill him, so I grabbed all the info I could to keep the suspicion off me... But that means he'll probably start going to ground. If we're quick about it, maybe you could twist a few arms of whatever friends he still has left in the country?"
"And you are...oooh...hung." She chuckles, her toned legs wrapping around his waist as he slides himself past her lower lips and into the warm pleasantness within the latin beauty. Thinking about Witch, he knows he can communicate with her via radio, but such a thing will be less than subtle to his lover - who's still very much conscious, even as she begins to moan sweetly.
"You are wild, young lady." Ingrid drawls in mock-chiding schoolteacher's tone, before taking Olena's hand. The redhead feels a slight spark as they make skin on skin contact, before she's pulled out of the studio. Heading into the halls, Olena feels more than a few gazes on her from the male dancers - and a few female ones - before they arrive in a cold, empty locker room. Ingrid turns to face the Ukrainian after giving the room a cursory check for bugs or intruders, taking the documents and examining them, flipping through the pages. "I'll have my people see if we can nab Andropov and turn him." She says in a low voice, her pleasant expression still there, but less dreamy and more businesslike. "This is good. This is very good." She nods. "Andropov's file has crossed my desk. Or my locker, at least. If I remember correctly we tried to approach him but he didn't show any interest in becoming an asset for us. So if he's not working for us, and he's not working for the KGB, that means someone else is involved in this. Tell me about Mama. How did she react when you brought the microfiche back?" She puts down the files on a bench and begins to photograph them with a tiny camera. Ingrid listens intently as Olena recounts her debriefing. "Uneventful, hmm? But perhaps there's something to be gleaned from it. In any case, I'll get these financials back to Langley to see what we can make out of Andropov's partners. As for you, keep me updated on the KGB investigation - do your job for them to the best of your abilities, but let us know what you find out. Depending where they send you, I might be able to connect you with a few people. Now, do-" Ingrid freezes, as the door shifts slightly, as if it's been very lightly pushed.
