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It was a cold and misty night, and the long walk through the sloping forest almost made Diana regret wearing her shortest red dress for this occasion—only almost, though. The dress was objectively one of her more appropriate outfits to wear on a mission in an exclusive sex club, especially with the night’s theme of “frivolous fables” in mind. It looked considerably less like a costume than 47’s Big Bad Wolf mask, but that, too, was part of the plan. His identity was the one that needed to be concealed at all times, while her job would be to play the memorable wife.
No-one would pay attention to the Wolf when they were busy daydreaming about Little Red Riding Hood riding them.
The deeper they walked into the forest, the colder it got. No stars were visible, not even where the night sky peeked through the roof of the forest. They were in Berlin after all, so light pollution was to be expected, even if this part of the city didn’t feel like a city anymore. It didn’t even feel like part of reality, if she was being honest, not with the mist weaving through the underbrush, creeping onto the narrow footpath and licking at her bare ankles.
And the smell! It was absolutely intoxicating, a concoction of damp soil and resin-spiced tree bark, mixed with the distinct scent of a foggy winter night and, of course, a hint of 47’s expensive aftershave.
His hand was resting on the small of her back. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to help her keep her balance, or if he just wanted her to hurry. Perhaps it was both.
Walking through the forest in her high heels was less than ideal, but it was not only the shortest route to the club, it was also the one that eradicated any danger of being seen on their way there. They couldn’t afford any witnesses, especially not on this mission, not with how memorable they looked. No, leaving the car up by the petrol station was the right thing to do.
Diana leaned closer to him, both for warmth and because she felt strangely aroused by his mask. This fantasy would be worth exploring, but not on this mission; even though a night in the misty forest would be the perfect opportunity for the Big Bad Wolf to lure her away from the path to eat her out. Another time.
They knew better than to mix pleasure with business, even though he was probably just as eager as her to get back to the motel, so he could devour her, like the Wolf would do. It didn’t matter to him that she wasn’t as innocent as Little Red Riding Hood, quite the opposite. No, it was part of the appeal. 47 had always loved her naughty side.
“You wouldn’t know what kind of place this is, judging from the outside,” Diana said quietly as they walked out of the forest towards the industrial-looking building, arm in arm as if they were a normal couple on the way to their naughty weekend escapades.
“No. But then again, what exactly would you expect a sex club to look like?”
She smiled and squeezed his arm a little. He probably didn’t expect an answer, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to give him one. Where he was a man without a past, at least without one he could remember, she’d always made sure to live her life to the fullest. In their line of work, lives were short and cheap, and she knew that most people regretted not the things they did, but the ones they didn’t do.
Under these circumstances, it probably was hypocritical of her to insist on joining him in the field for this mission. It wasn’t about reliving old memories or adding new ones to her long list of spicy fantasies, and it wasn’t about the usual communication issues that came with loud and potentially shielded environments. No. Diana was jealous.
The ICA couldn’t send 47 in alone, not without him having to join the action to at least some extent, otherwise it would’ve been way too suspicious. Single men had to pay a very steep entrance fee for this club. Would somebody really be willing to pay this much money just to watch for—ideally—a couple of minutes, and then leave without even unzipping his trousers?
Being in the field together was a rare treat, because usually it was dangerous, but a place like this, even this high on the price scale, had neither armed guards nor security cameras. Especially not security cameras, not with their clientele. It was an open secret that it was the place for the rich and infamous to let loose.
Luckily, open secrets were just what the ICA’s analysts were always looking for, and when it turned out that a certain Sebastian Krogh, one of the club’s regulars had an open contract on his head, Diana had been eager to claim said contract for 47 and herself.
The high-profile target made the mission lucrative, and the location made the mission exciting.
They both knew they could trust in his skills, and the risk of being compromised was low. The location would add another layer of security to their plan. She could excuse herself to the bathroom when he was going in for the kill, for plausible deniability; and as always, she’d made sure to add even more layers of fallback options, should anything go wrong. The ICA had someone park a second car close by, in case they needed to exfiltrate either separately or in a hurry. But they wouldn’t need it. Everything would be fine.
Once they passed the bouncers and stepped through the entrance, they were greeted with obnoxiously loud music and surprisingly warm temperatures. Diana appreciated the latter. Just like her, many arriving guests weren’t wearing much, and unlike her, they wouldn’t be wearing anything at all for the majority of their stay.
The club was busier than they’d expected. It could be an advantage if they used the crowd wisely to blend in and disappear once they’d have eliminated Krogh, but it also meant many potential witnesses. Thankfully, their masks helped conceal their features, but it’d be vital not to draw too much attention to the true nature of their presence.
Diana followed her instincts and led 47 to the bar. Her wilder years supplied her with useful knowledge and a certain feel for nightclubs, and it should be a good place to start. They could have a drink or two and scan the crowd without acting suspicious. It was what people did in bars, especially in clubs like this. They’d be on the lookout for the person they came to kill, but for everyone else, it’d look like yet another middle-aged couple searching for a stranger to fuck the wife while the husband watched.
The bartender waited patiently until Diana finished scanning the cocktail menu for something she’d like. 47 ordered something without alcohol, and she ordered a drink that caught her eye. Red-Headed Slut. What a name. 47 blushed visibly even under his mask when she said it, and she squeezed his hand.
“Make it extra slutty, please.”
The bartender raised his eyebrows. “You sure about that?”
Diana laughed and nodded. It didn’t go unnoticed that the few men that were within earshot turned their heads towards her, as if they wanted to assess her. She was basking in their attention. So far, they did a decent job acting like actual guests of this club.
Not drawing too much attention was even harder than expected, but at least it was the right kind of attention, the one that distracted people, the one that allowed 47 to hide in plain sight. Diana’s dangerously short dress was like a magnet for hungry eyes, and she enjoyed the increasingly bold stares.
47 noticed them, too, and his hand on her waist drew her a little closer to him. She smiled up at him. Hopefully, he knew that none of these men here were his competition. It just felt nice to be desired like that—another truth about herself she’d learned during her wilder years.
Some of the men were very obviously imagining doing the filthiest things with Diana, but 47’s presence intimidated them enough to keep their distance. If they were lucky, Diana mused, they’d get to watch. Depending on how long it took to acquire the target, they’d have to do a little more than just drink incredibly overpriced cocktails to blend in.
But oh, the cocktail was as delicious as it was overpriced; it was fruity and strong, and after the long walk through the cold forest, it almost felt like it was warming her up, despite the crushed ice that was gently sloshing around in the tall glass. Not necessarily the kind of beverage she’d normally choose, but the person she was pretending to be definitely would.
Diana leaned against the bar and let her eyes roam the room. If she’d open her legs a tiny bit more, the guy staring at her from the table in the corner would have a breathtaking view of her scandalous underwear; overt cut and more lace than silk, a rather sinful set 47 had hand-picked for her—not for this occasion, but it helped her slip into her role, just as much as it’d help 47 slip into her once they were done.
Just thinking about 47 fingering her right there on the barstool made her squirm a little. Perhaps she could lean back on one of those luxurious sofas along the wall and have him kneel down in front of her, his head between her thighs and her hand keeping him right where he belonged. It wasn’t possible, she knew that. He couldn’t take his mask off while they were here. But the fantasy…
She indulged in her naughty thoughts maybe a little too long, imagining her legs spread open wide, or better yet, wrapped around his neck and shoulders, so she could grind against his eager tongue while his fingers were deep inside her, stretching her just enough to tease, making her long for his cock to stretch her even more.
It became harder and harder to ignore her growing desire, and even increasingly large sips of her ice-cold cocktail wouldn’t help much to soothe her heated state. The longer she tried to ignore it, the more pressing the issue became, until she was almost desperate enough to climb into 47’s lap right on his barstool.
47 noticed it, too. Was it the way her touch lingered, or did she look as flushed as she felt? He was eager to take care of her needs, even if they both were conflicted about the situation.
They’d had to bring the mission to a successful ending, and by the looks of it, the sooner, the better. Diana wasn’t sure if she could trust herself if he left her side to find and eliminate the target. The men around them were very aware of her growing neediness, and the armrests of those sofas along the wall looked like they had the ideal height for her to bend over and allow her hungry audience to take turns on her until they all were sated.
“Please,” she whispered, barely audible over the thrusting bass from the still too loud, still too obnoxious music.
47 heard her anyway, and he didn’t hesitate to slide off his own barstool and step closer to hers, his hand up her skirt and his eager fingers already taking advantage of the opening in her soaked lace panties before she could even set down her cocktail glass. He most likely wanted to do this somewhat discreetly, but she not only was way past that point, she was also at risk of toppling the barstool over with how she met his thrusting fingers.
When it became clear that she needed more, he led her to the sofas she’d been fantasising about. They sat down close to each other, her leg over his to allow for easy access, but also because letting him finger her while people watched turned out to turn her on even more. He didn’t seem to mind. He’d always liked her naughty side.
The men watching her looked ravenous now, and Diana enjoyed their attention just as much as she enjoyed 47’s touches.
A man approached them, boldly sitting down right next to Diana and place her other leg over his thigh, to spread her legs even more. 47 tensed, but even in her heated state and with this man’s mask, she recognised him as Sebastian Krogh, and so she moaned and rolled her hips to invite him to stay and to give the audience an even hotter show.
One glance at 47 confirmed that he’d recognised him too, and so she made the decision to keep playing along. The opportunity was just too good to let it pass.
Diana allowed Krogh to caress the inside of her thigh while 47 fingered her with even more fervour. This wasn’t how she’d expected the mission to go, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy this particular turn of events, being spread wide open between two men that were both fully focused on her.
When Krogh got too close to her cunt, 47 swatted his hand away, nonchalantly enough to not scare him off, but it did send a clear message.
Krogh took it in good humour, though; he simply laughed and leaned in closer to Diana. “So, he prefers you’re being watched to being touched… What about watching others for a change?”
She nodded, and on her other side, 47 leaned in closer too, be it to listen in or to just make sure that the target didn’t forget his presence. The new angle at which his fingers drove into her made her moan and try to spread her legs a little wider.
Krogh laughed again, and he suggested they’d follow him to one of the more private rooms, where they could watch all they wanted.
It sounded ideal for their actual plans, so they agreed. Before they left the room, Krogh made them stop at the bar, where he bought two bottles of water for himself and 47, and another Red-Headed Slut for Diana.
“Extra slutty again?” The barkeeper asked with a knowing smirk after what he had witnessed just moments earlier.
“Always.” Diana laughed. The night was already spicier than she’d predicted, but it couldn’t hurt to blend in a little more convincingly. It also didn’t hurt that she truly enjoyed the role she was playing, and so she kept her facade up, playing the role of the hot wife, eager to break out of the restrictions married life imposed upon her.
The more private room Krogh had promised them turned out to be one of the busiest rooms they’d seen that night. On a large mattress in the centre of the room, a blonde woman, presumably in her late forties just like Diana, was having fun with an increasing number of men, while being watched by a sizeable audience.
Krogh nodded towards three empty seats right in the front row, and they sat down, Diana in the middle, 47’s hand between her thighs again, fingers gently circling her swollen clit.
The target, however, kept his hands to himself this time, but not out of courtesy. He was busy getting himself ready to join the action in front of them.
For now, all they could do was watch the group and wait, and Diana didn’t mind in the slightest. The woman’s blonde hair looked almost red in the warm light of this room, and Diana imagined herself in this situation, on this mattress, surrounded by these strange men, their hands all over her body. She’d always been very open and willing to experiment, and she definitely liked the thrill of being watched. Would she actually enjoy being fucked in front of an audience, though?
Diana felt 47’s gaze on her, and they both smiled when their eyes met. She placed her hand high up his thigh, close enough to notice how hard he was. What wouldn’t she give to feel his cock inside her now… They couldn’t do it in this club, not in front of the target, not before the mission was over; they couldn’t risk losing Krogh in this club because they lost focus.
But if they hadn’t been here to kill someone, would he want to fuck her in front of these strangers, allowing them to admire her body and critique his techniques? Diana liked the idea. She moved her hand and let it rest squarely on his hard cock, squeezing it a little from time to time as if to ensure that he was ripe for the plucking. He seemed almost as ready and desperate as she was.
The blonde woman was having the time of her life. Strong arms were keeping her legs spread wide open, exposing her to the audience and allowing the men to touch her and tease her as they wished, rubbing and pinching and dipping fingers into her holes until she was begging for more.
“See you soon,” Krogh whispered as he got up to fuck the lucky woman. He did have a good rhythm, railing her hard and fast from behind, and her hoarse moans confirmed how much she was enjoying this.
Diana had to force herself to stop staring. He left his bottle of water behind in front of his seat. Nobody noticed when she picked it up after she set her empty cocktail glass down, and no-one was paying attention to her when she handed it to 47, so he could add the poison.
The contract demanded them to stay until the target was confirmed dead, which meant they had roughly an hour to kill—literally.
She was tempted to unbuckle 47’s belt and open his trousers, either to kneel down in front of him and make him feel how much she wanted him, or to finally climb into his lap and ride him like her life depended on it.
It would be quite the show, and if she was lucky, 47 would stand up with her legs wrapped around his waist and fuck her hard against the wall. Diana resisted, for now, but she slung her leg over his thigh again and leaned back, so his fingers could fuck her deeper.
“Ready for some action?” Krogh was grinning down at her.
She hadn’t noticed his return from the mattress, and even though she wasn’t sure what exactly he was suggesting, she nodded. Next to her, 47 tensed again, but he buckled his belt and zipped up his trousers again, ready to follow her wherever she was going, ready to fuck her wherever she wanted to be fucked.
Diana handed Krogh his poisoned water bottle, and the unassuming target emptied it at once. Fucking in such a heated atmosphere was demanding.
Krogh tossed his empty water bottle into the trash can by the door, and led them out of the room, through warmly lit corridors filled with music and nearly undressed people, apart from the masks that concealed their features.
For a moment, Diana expected Krogh to head towards the dance floor, and the thought of being fucked to the throbbing bass, in an ocean of feverish bodies, was more tempting than she’d want to admit to 47. The anonymity of this place was part of the appeal, she mused. Maybe that explained how desperately she’d been wanting to be fucked all night.
But oh, their destination turned out to be even better! Diana couldn’t suppress a low moan when she entered the room and found herself in front of a state-of-the-art fucking machine. She’d always fantasised about one of those, and the only reason she hadn’t acquired one yet was that 47 never failed to keep her well-fucked at all times… Unless they were separated for work, of course, but they did have their toys to keep each other satisfied while they were apart.
This was an opportunity she wouldn’t have said no to, even if she wasn’t as desperate and needy as she was.
Krogh sat down and watched as 47 helped her onto the padded bench and closed the soft leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles before he pushed up the skirt of her dress, exposing her behind to the small but growing audience. It was surprisingly comfortable and even more arousing than expected.
She could feel their hungry eyes on her arse. If only she had more than just her imagination of how she must look to her audience; needy and on all fours, strapped down and waiting to be mounted and fucked, her underwear mere tiny straps of open lace, putting her swollen and wet cunt on display for everyone who wanted to watch. When this was over and they were back at their motel, 47 would have to give it to her again, just to prolong the feeling.
The dildo 47 chose for her was large, but not as large as she’d hoped. Maybe he wanted to make sure that she was still yearning for his cock, even while the machine was fucking her senseless. The stretch was delicious nonetheless, and she met the slow thrusts hungrily.
One man called for 47 to turn up the speed, but Krogh laughed and said that she needed to pace herself for the marathon she was in for.
The thought alone made her shiver with anticipation. She wouldn’t say no to being fucked like this all night long. She knew she could take it; 47 had the stamina to allow her the needed practice.
47’s hands never left her body; from soft fingertips caressing her stomach and her chest to the firm grip when he pulled her cheeks apart to make it easier for the dildo to slide in and out of her. Diana closed her eyes when he increased the speed; she was no longer thrusting back, she tried to hold still and allowed the machine to fuck her trembling body while her moans and whimpers filled the room, almost loud enough to conceal the comments.
The men in the audience had opinions on her, and they weren’t shy to voice them. It should’ve been humiliating, but in reality, it turned her on even more. Hopefully, 47 didn’t mind either. He’d known her long enough to ignore what others said about her, but maybe, perhaps, it was turning him on as well.
The shuffling of a chair behind them must’ve distracted 47, and he let go of her. For a moment, she expected one of the men to join them, oh, and she wouldn’t have said no at this point, but instead, 47 kissed her neck and asked her if she’d be okay without him for a while.
Would she? She nodded. The machine was keeping her busy, and they still had their earpieces for emergency communication. Diana knew 47 would be by her side in an instant if she needed him to intervene.
He kissed her neck again and followed Krogh out of the room; their target didn’t look too well, no wonder after downing a bottle of poisoned water.
Diana closed her eyes again and focused on the steady thrusts, until the rhythm changed and turned even faster. Someone else must’ve taken control over the machine, and she didn’t mind.
“Slow down, man, we want this to last!”
The man at the controls laughed. “You don’t need to worry about that. She’s the one that had two extra strong cocktails. Her cunt must be starving for cock!”
Diana moaned, both at the sharp pace of the fucking, and at the sudden realisation. The cocktails must’ve been laced with some kind of aphrodisiac. No wonder she was so desperate.
“Let’s try this one instead.”
The machine slowed down, and she groaned with frustration when the dildo was pulled out of her. She did, however, appreciate the throbbing in her cunt when someone commented on how well-fucked she looked. She appreciated even more when a much larger dildo pressed into her, and she tried to relax and pushed against it as it stretched her just like 47’s cock would.
“Told you she’s a true size queen!”
That was praise in her ears, and she moaned prettily as the thrusts picked up speed again, until the machine was fucking her at the same pace as before. It was delicious, and she lost herself in the sweet friction and the growing heat. Even under normal circumstances, she’d be delighted to look forward to a prolonged fucking, but with the substances in her bloodstream, she was more than just hungry, she was starving for sex.
Something cold and wet was pressed against her anus, and she yelped as it finally entered her. This was a different kind of stretch, not unwelcome, but unfamiliar. There was a gentle tug, and someone attached something to her elegant chignon. An anal hook, apparently. Diana had never felt this naughty before, and she enjoyed every second of it.
When 47 returned, the men stepped away from her. They knew better than to pick a fight with someone like him.
“Are you having fun?” he asked, and she moaned in response. 47 chuckled. “May I?” He gave the anal hook a little tug.
Did he want to remove it or to fuck her? She hoped it was the latter that was on his mind, and she breathlessly whispered “yes please” when he carefully removed whatever string or rope the men used to attach it to her hair, and moaned another “please” when he slowly pulled the hook out.
His hands were on her waist to keep her steady as he entered her, and the combination of his thick cock in her arse and the equally thick dildo fucking her cunt was almost too much, almost too tight, almost stretching her more than she could take. It was perfect.
“She’s such a champion,” some man said, and another man laughed in response.
She really was, but 47 gave her all the time she needed to adjust, before he started thrusting; slow and gentle for a start, experimenting with the rhythm, pulling out when the machine pushed in at first, then changing his thrusts to enter her at the same time as the dildo. It was driving her mad with desire.
When he finally came, she was exhausted from countless climaxes, yet still needing more. It’d have to wait until they got to their motel. They already stayed way longer than they should have, attracted way more attention than would’ve been smart.
47 leaned down to kiss her between the shoulder blades before he pulled out. He stopped the machine, but left the dildo inside her cunt while he opened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
Diana wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk after this, her knees felt weak even while she was still on the padded bench. She sighed when 47 pulled the dildo out. It was a fun ride, and even though she was slightly sore now, it’d been worth it.
He helped her up, and she leaned against his strong body while he pulled down the skirt of her dress again, smoothing the fabric as much as he could. It wouldn’t really matter, it was probably still dark outside, but she appreciated the gesture.
Neither of them looked back at their audience when they left the room arm in arm.
They had spent hours in this club, and after this demanding workout, they were both thirsty, so they briefly stopped at the bar where 47 ordered water for both of them.
Diana didn’t sit down on the barstool, even though her knees were still weak; she was very sensitive from the long and intense fucking, and she didn’t want to let it show.
The barkeeper smiled when he recognised them. “Are you happy with the results?”
47 was confused, but Diana knew what was coming.
“The extra strong aphrodisiac you ordered? Your audience seems impressed.”
Diana smiled and nodded, she didn’t want to admit that she’d had no idea what she ordered when she asked for the extra slutty drink. She already knew what everyone in this club was thinking about her, and while their comments did turn her on, she was worried about what 47 might think of her now.
The cold outside feels like a blessing to her, but the way back up the forest was even more straining than the way down, not only because of how deeply exhausted she was. 47 did his best to support her, but he didn’t say anything about what had happened, until they were maybe halfway through the forest.
“Did you know about this? The aphrodisiac?” There was a hint of worry in his voice, and it made her heart clench.
“I didn’t.” It was the truth.
47 nodded. “Would you’ve ordered it if you knew?”
She didn’t know the answer to that. Probably not, but she didn’t regret what had happened. Should she tell him that?
Before she could come up with a satisfying answer, he gave her hand a small tug and led her to a fallen log. 47 sat down first, and patted his thigh in an invitation for her to sit down on his lap. He seemed surprised when she straddled his lap, but when his hands on her hips moved her a little closer.
Diana sighed when she noticed how hard he was again. With gentle hands, she opened the thin leather straps of his mask. To her relief, he didn’t look disappointed in her; even in the pale moonlight, his eyes were full of love and desire.
“You know I only want you, 47,” she whispered against his lips as she unbuckled his belt again. “Always.”