"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.
"And skilled~" Alistair grinned, as he suddenly started thrusting his dick deep into woman's moats. The woman liked fire, so he was nor gentle, nor slow - his thrusts were deep and fast and rough. He pushed her on her back and grabbed with one hand her breast as he fucked her, while pinning her by the throat to the desk. He wondered how the woman would fair against his experience and technique...
"Hah...Ooh...Dios Mio..." She groans, the desk screeching and wobbling every time he thrusts inside her. Alistair feels her tighten around him, looking up with heavy lidded, smoky eyes.
Alistair smiled, enjoying the ride. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, using two globes as handles. He quickened his movements, eager to push the woman to climax, not caring for being rough.
"Si... Oh fuck... Si..." She places her head in the crook of his neck to muffle her cry as she goes tight around him like a vise, her juices coating his cock and spraying onto his hips.
The spy smiled as the woman came - despite the age, he still had the vitality~ But he did not slow down. He grabbed the Latina by her throat and continued pounding her, ignoring her orgasmic cries, as her still sensitive walls were abused by his rod. He took pleasure seeing how the woman's face twisted with sensations. He grunted as he was reaching his own peak. He arched in his own climax, as his seed flooded her pussy, it was enough to push the young woman to another orgasm. Alistair swiped sweat from his forehead and stepped back. The Latina was still riding her orgasm. He turned her around and quickly found a rope. He tied her forearms behind her back, in parallel to the ground, then wrapped rope around her chest, before tying her shoulders, coiling rope above and below her chest, before tying it around her neck. A box tie - a deceptively loose and comfortable bondage, without free move. Spoiler: Bondage He then rolled woman on her back and stepped forward, with his glistering cock right next to her lips.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. I can be downright feral," Olena retorted, almost purring out the last word. As if to prove her point, upon feeling the eyes of the men (and a few of the women) on her, she would begin to roll her hips just a bit more than necessary, her too-tight leotard doing nothing to hide the physical recoil of her derriere. It was all business in the locker room. Olena helped check for surveillance equipment. After that, it was a to-the-point recounting of her debrief with Mama and receiving further instructions... Up until the sound of the door opening interrupted Ingrid... Which brought the Vixen's thoughts back to the dance room. There was, perhaps, some scandalous thought that the dancers were less interested in Olena herself as opposed to Olena and Ingrid going to the locker room alone... Or a passerby had heard just enough to get suspicious and try to eavesdrop to report them. Either way, the Amazonian Ukrainian figured there was only one way to either meet or subvert those expectations. As Ingrid froze up, presumably trying to decide whether she heard what she did and what to do about it, Olena moved towards her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders before pressing her lips against the German instructor's. The Vixen allowed a passionate moan to escape her - just a bit put on - as she made an effort to make her kissing audible enough for the trespasser to hear. Ideally, their curiosity would be satisfied and they would go away.
Ingrid jumps a little in surprise, but isn't stupefied for long. Her hands slide around Olena's waist, dipping south to take a hold of the redhead's pert buttcheeks, squeezing firmly, pressing forward to meet the kiss so that their chests rub together. Clearly she's cottoned on to Olena's plan and is making sure to give their unwanted audience a show to sate their suspicions. Right? The two women trade sloppy kisses for what turns out to be the better part of a minute but feels like the better part of an hour, tongues dancing and moans filling the locker room, before finally they hear the sound of sneakers squeaking against the linoleum outside. From the sound of it, the voyeur stood up, turning back with the temptation to watch the two beauties further, before finally the fear of capture forced a hasty retreat. Ingrid continues the kiss for a good minute or so, before finally the two break, panting. "Ha, well, you got your wish." Ingrid smirks as she wipes saliva from her chin. "An occupational hazard in a place with so many young men, I'm afraid." She rolls her eyes.
"H-Hah...Hahhh..." The woman pants loudly as he binds her and moves her into position. "You have...interesting interests..."
"Thank you." Alistair nodded his head, before grabbing woman by hair and showing his cock into her mouth. He used her mouth to clean his dick, before hiding it back in his pants. Crude. He then forced the woman to stand on her heels, while still holding her by hair. "Now, this was fun, my dear." He said as he took out his pistol and put the barrel to Latina's navel. "But I believe it's time to wrap it up."
Olena felt her heart leap as Ingrid grabbed a couple of handfuls, causing her to hold the dance instructor tighter against her, breasts meeting and flattening against one another through their performance attire... With how long they were at it, by the time the peeping tom had taken off, the Amazon was entirely willing to take things to the end if Ingrid was. Alas, the brunette was wiser than the redhead and broke away. "Mm~. As my mother would say, boys will be boys," Olena recalled breathlessly and with an eye roll of her own. "Though, you have to admit... When they otherwise behave themselves, it's thrilling to know someone's looking, right?" Judging from the redness entering her cheeks and the pointed looks and downward glances, she was more than just a little thrilled... Least of all with her hands still on Ingrid's waist.
"Ah! Puta!" She groans as he grabs her and pulls her to her feet. "What are you doing? What's this about?" Downstairs, Alistair hears mechanical noises - like that of an elevator.
"You really are wild." Ingrid chuckles. "I would advise you to seek some relief, but something tells me you already have and it didn't help." She looks down, where Olena continues to hold her midriff. "Are you planning on taking me with you?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
Alistair turned to the sound of the elevator. He paused, before grabbing the Laina and using her as a shield, weapon ready to use.
