The elevator's metal doors were sliding shut in her face. Meerab heaved a dejected sigh. Their undercover operation had failed. Miserably. This was a feeling Meerab didn't want to experience again.
There was a new, illegal drug (which they had been calling Drug X for the time being) that was circling among high end society in the city of Las Vegas. It was being touted as the strongest drug in existance, yet authorities and researchers still didn’t know much about its chemical make-up or all of it’s side effects. They only had a handful of drug takers in their custody as study material, and each one of them had displayed incredibly varying reactions to it. The only thing uniform about the drug was that it gave the taker an extremely enhanced sex drive.
As undercover agents, Meerab along with her colleague Murtasim, had been assigned to an operation at the sale spot; a casino located in the bottom floor of the city’s largest and grandest hotel. It had been their job to either catch the smugglers in action or to swipe a sample of the mysterious Drug X for further research. Both tasks which they had failed to do.
Murtasim and Meerab had infiltrated the casino on the night of the sale, finding absolutely nothing and catching absolutely no one. A discreet sale had already been conducted right under their noses with the drug peddlers slipping through their fingers like smoke. Meerab knew she normally made an incredible team with Murtasim. They had never failed an operation they had been paired on before. But tonight it seemed like they had run out of luck.
There was only one positive of the night; Meerab got to see Murtasim dressed in a fancy black tuxedo.
By God he is so beautiful! Maybe that's why we failed tonight. Because I was too busy getting horny over my co-worker.
Speaking of Murtasim, he was standing in the elevator behind her, his eyes closed and leaning his back against the metal handle bar that ran horizontally across the wall of the elevator. He was incredibly silent. Usually, he liked to thoroughly discuss the fine details of an operation after it was over. At least that was what happened every time she had been paired up with him previously. This time he hadn’t spoken much since leaving the casino with her.
Meerab assumed he wanted a moment of peace. There was the burden of their first failure to carry after all. Additionally, she was feeling far too sluggish and tired to worry about trying to get him to speak. Her feet were killing her. No matter how much people claimed heels could have support built in, it was a grand lie. She just wanted to change out of her ridiculously tight shoes and formal dress, take a shower and succumb to a good night's sleep.
Just as she was just contemplating this, Meerab felt something hard bump against her back. It took her a few seconds to realise that it was Murtasim. She didn't need to turn around to check; the mirrors on the walls of the elevator were making it plainly obvious that he was trying to hug her from behind.
"What on earth are you doing—!?" Meerab spluttered.
Murtasim continued wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her snug against his body. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of Meerab's neck and inhaled her scent in a long, deep breath.
"You smell so fucking good," Murtasim groaned. "So fucking good..."
Meerab's heart was hammering due to the sudden, unexpected change in Murtasim’s behaviour, yet she couldn’t stop the corners of her lips from turning up in a smile. She had always secretly admired Murtasim from afar but was too chicken to confess her feelings to him. Murtasim had never given any indication that he liked her either. Their interactions were always professional. Yet here he was, initiating proximity. It was a dream come true.
Murtasim's hands trailed down Meerab's hips and then down to her thighs. He shifted aside the fabric of her silky, blue dress, ruffling it out of the way in quick, fast moves. Then he started to knead the flesh of her bare thigh that was exposed through the slit of her dress. Heavenly tingles started spreading up Meerab’s leg as Murtasim softly caressed her skin. He was turning her on fast.
“You always smell so fucking good," Murtasim continued. "Like strawberries and cream. I should just eat you up. Whole. Like dessert," he growled against her neck.
"What—?" asked Meerab breathily, pleased but confused by the sudden turn of events. "What’s the meaning of all this Murtasim?"
“The meaning is simple,” Murtasim stated, “I’m going to eat you.” He stuck his tongue out and traced a long swipe across the outer shell of Meerab's ear with it. Meerab moaned against his chest. It felt good. Way better than the indecent dreams she often had involving Murtasim. But his actions still didn't make sense.
“What are you doing Murtasim?” Meerab gasped, demanding clarification. He was normally a fairly reserved and introverted person by nature.
“I'm about to do you. Long and hard. Better get ready for me baby. We’re about to have a wild night,” Murtasim purred into her ear. Then he bit the top of it with his teeth.
Murtasim then manoeuvred his hips and pressed himself firmly into Meerab's backside. Meerab gasped as she felt his hard cock rutting between her ass cheeks. She was both shocked and pleased by his very unabashed approach.
"Oh Murtasim....,” she moaned, "I can't believe you like me in that way too...”
“Like? I do more than like you. I worship your goddess-like body with my eyes, all the damn time. I fantasise about you every single second. I’ve been trying to get my cock inside you since the first time we met,” he groaned into her neck.
Meerab's heart soared happily at his admission. It wasn’t a very romantic one, but it was a step forward in the right direction at least. Meerab was worried they would remain stiff and platonic work mates forever.
“Really?” Meerab asked with a giddy giggle.
She whipped around in his arms to face him, wanting desperately to hear Murtasim confess to her, face to face. Instantly, Meerab's smile vanished and her heart plummeted fast.
Murtasim looked sick. His face was red and flushed. Sweat was dripping profusely from his forehead. His eyelids were droopy, but from what little Meerab could see of his pupils, they were dilated. Logic kicked into her brain in seconds.
Murtasim's been drugged!
Meerab concluded that the smugglers must've discovered they were agents and slipped Murtasim the drugs to make their quick getaway. That also explained why they failed the operation. Murtasim's scouting would've been affected. There was a disappointed pang in Meerab's chest as she came to this conclusion. Murtasim didn't actually want her; he just wasn’t in his right mind.
Meerab watched scared as Murtasim's lips lifted in a dangerous, lusty smirk. He looked like he was about to attack her.
"Come to me baby," he slurred as if he were drunk. "It's been too long."
Murtasim grasped Meerab's upper arms in a vice like grip and yanked her even closer, moulding her tight against his body. Meerab squealed and hissed as he attacked the vicinity of her neck again, making a large, painful bite on the junction between her neck and shoulder. It was almost violent.
"Oh you taste good," Murtasim groaned, brushing his feverish lips against her skin.
The drug was having an abnormally horrendous effect on Murtasim. Much, much worse than anticipated. Meerab's self defence instincts kicked in and she stabbed a heel into his foot, making him groan in pain. Murtasim's hold on her went slack and Meerab shoved Murtasim backwards with both hands, giving a forceful push to his chest. Already drugged, Murtasim stumbled backwards without too much force.
Thinking fast, Meerab conjured up an action plan. She knew she had to stop Murtasim from foraying out into the public as he was going to be a violent and sexual danger to both himself and to anyone else he crossed paths with. She also couldn't risk him attacking her lewdly again. She had no choice but to restrain him. She swung her leg around his ankle before he could do anything else. Murtasim was knocked to the ground, tripping easily and falling to the floor, flat on his ass.
Meerab snatched Murtasim's gun out of the inner pocket of his tuxedo for good measure as well. Then she reached a hand under her dress and quickly pulled off her precautionary handcuffs which she had attached to a garter on her thigh. Lurching forward, she swiftly handcuffed one of Murtasim’s hands to the metal resting bar of the elevator within seconds, all while Murtasim was still shaking his head, dazed and confused from both the fall and the drug. He hadn’t put up a fight at all.
Murtasim sat on the floor and yanked his hand that was handcuffed to the bar. He curiously examined the chain. "Oh, are we going to the chains and whips stage already baby?" he slurred. "Not that I mind," he added with a chuckle. "I'll let you chain me up and have your way with me whenever you want."
Murtasim looked up at Meerab who had flattened herself against the opposite side of the elevator in an attempt to put some distance between them. She was panting hard from the adrenaline rush of a precarious situation.
Murtasim frowned, confused. "Why are you standing? Come over here and sit in my lap baby. I’ll give you a real good seat to sit on.”
Murtasim then kept trying to tug his arm free, yanking on the chain hard. The metal bar he was handcuffed to, creaked dangerously. Almost as if it would rip out of the wall. Despite making Murtasim dazed, the drug still seemed to have greatly enhanced Murtasim's physical strength. Meerab prayed the bar would hold.
Meerab racked her brain on ideas of what to do next. Any second now the elevator could open up on a new floor and an innocent person could walk in and put themselves in harms way. Meerab could also see Murtasim's red flush growing steadily worse. Whoever had drugged him would not have been kind enough to make sure to give him a safe dosage. She knew an overdose could lead to his heart beat becoming irregular. She didn't have time to waste.
Using a trick she had learned a few years earlier in her training sessions, she slammed her fists on multiple elevator buttons all at once. The elevator suddenly lurched, then jammed up entirely, finally coming to a halt. The lights inside started blinking on and off in a crazy flurry. It would be enough to hold off innocent people walking into harm's way though. Wasting no time, Meerab pounced at the elevator phone and dialled for emergency.
“Hello operator?” she gushed hurriedly the instant it connected. “I have an emergency!”
A bored, slow voice drawled from the other end. "Yes, I can see that in the camera Ma'am. Not the first time the elevators in the building have jammed. It looks like an electrical fault. Please wait patiently. We will send a technician to get you and your partner out. We are estimating a wait time of two hours—"
"I caused the elevator to jam up! I don't need a technician. I have a medical emergency on my hands!" Meerab screeched into the phone. "My colleague has been drugged and he’s not in his right mind! He’s dangerous. I cannot let him out. I need a medic and multiple people to restrain him, right now!"
"A medic? Restraints?" repeated the operator, slow on comprenhension.
"Please!" Meerab yelled with urgency lacing her voice. "He could fall into a drug induced heart attack any moment. I need medical assistance RIGHT NOW! Can you not see in the camera how bad he looks?"
There was a pause in which Meerab assumed the operator was looking into the camera footage again.
"Okay Ma'am," said the operator finally catching on and this time sounding a lot more serious. "We're sending a medic right this instant. Give us ten minutes."
The call ended abruptly. Meerab slammed the elevator phone down and whipped back around to face Murtasim.
"You're going to be okay Murtasim," said Meerab, trying not to panic. "Just don't over exert your energy or you'll cause your stress on your heart. And will you please stop tugging at the handcuffs!"
Murtasim didn’t register her words. He only looked like he wanted to brutally ravish her. Meerab spotted a lump growing larger in the front of his pants and gulped. It was just her pathetic luck to be the only woman in sight in front of a ravenous, drugged up male who only wanted horny sex. Murtasim tugged and thrashed on the handcuffs even harder, yanking the chain loudly. The metal bar creaked dangerously again.
"Let me out of these handcuffs or I'll rip the bar off and come get you!" Murtasim demanded.
Meerab inhaled sharply. "No Murtasim! I can’t let you out until the medics come to take you out of the elevator! Please co-operate!”
Murtasim didn't like that answer. His face turned hostile. "But I want you," he growled fiercely. His eyes raked over Meerab's body shamelessly. "Give me what I want and I’ll make you see the stars with just my fingers."
Meerab shook her head. "You aren't in your right mind Murtasim. Just try to conserve your energy."
Murtasim growled again and yanked his arm even harder. Then he jolted his body forward in the direction of Meerab like a raging bull, attempting to grab her. He made the handcuffs clang in a sharp, loud vibrating sound that disturbed Meerab's ears painfully.
"Arghhhh!" Meerab gasped in fear, pulling back her legs and narrowly missing his desperate, swiping hand. Luckily the elevator of the hotel was wide enough for Murtasim to miss her, or she would’ve been caught up in his lusty grasp.
"I am in my right my mind!" Murtasim sneered, a primal edge to his voice. His eyes were bloodshot. He licked his lower lip and settled his gaze on Meerab's heaving chest. “And what my mind wants, is to hear you whimper my name again and again as I fuck you hard. I'll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move when I’m finished with you. I'll have your naked body glowing with the imprint of my hands and teeth by the time I'm done."
Arousal rocketed through Meerab's core at his words. Meerab swallowed thickly, trying to control her emotions which were going wild from his words. Her toes curled pleasantly at Murtasim's brash but seductive description. She clamped her thighs shut to try to control the ache between her legs.
Murtasim closed his eyes and sniffed the air. He let out a rumbling laugh that came from deep within his chest. "I can smell that you want me. You know, I should mount your cute ass. I should ride you from behind and make the whole elevator shake, seeing as this elevator isn’t about ride us anywhere soon."
Meerab blushed red, heavily embarrassed at her arousal being called out. But at the same time that she was feeling aroused, her heart was growing heavy painfully. She'd waited so long to hear words of desire from him, only to hear them because he was drugged up.
If only he really meant what he was saying!
Sighing sadly, Meerab slid her back down the wall and sunk to the floor. Then she waited for assistance to arrive, sitting curled up with her head in her hands dejectedly. Murtasim went back to yanking on his handcuffs petulantly.
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Murtasim could tell she was avoiding him. He kept trying to seek her out, but she kept running away from him.
Every time he saw her around head office since the elevator incident, Meerab would give him a quick and courteous nod, but then she would avert her gaze and refuse to meet his eyes. She would quickly tap away on her heels faster than a mouse, slipping into some other office room before he could hardly move two paces in her direction. She was taking professionalism to a whole new level—a level that Murtasim was finding cruel and cold.
She wouldn’t attend calls that didn’t have anything to do with work either. The moment he tried to change the topic on a work call and ask her about grabbing lunch together during break times, Meerab would cut the call short. The only time he got to see Meerab properly was when they both had to provide their Boss the operation report together.
The atmosphere had been thick with tension in the Boss' office. Meerab was seated beside Murtasim in front of their Boss’ desk. Murtasim tried to catch her eye many times during the meeting, but she had carefully avoided it, keeping her head firmly fixed on the Boss’ face and refusing to swivel her neck towards Murtasim by even a millimetre.
Murtasim cringed as he recalled everything that had spilled out of his mouth due to the effect of the drug in the elevator. Especially the part about wanting to get his cock inside her from the moment he met her. He knew Meerab must be feeling awkward. And she’s definitely thinking I’m a pervert. But what Murtasim didn't understand was why Meerab wasn’t even giving him a chance to explain his side of things. He deserved at least one chance to clear the air.
“Don’t be too hard on yourselves,” said their Boss Anwar Khan finally, stacking up the files on his desk with a flourish. “There will be plenty of other opportunities in the near future to catch the smugglers. For your next operation in relation to the Drug X case, we’ll be more vigilant and more discreet—”
“Why don’t we split up for the next operation?” suggested Meerab to Anwar out of the blue.
Murtasim whipped his face in Meerab’s direction so fast that his neck creaked. “WHAT!?” he snapped so loudly making Meerab and Anwar jump in their seats.
Meerab still refused to acknowledge Murtasim’s presence despite his outburst. Continuing to address Anwar she said, “Let’s change up the pair for the next operation. Either I go with another agent or Murtasim goes with another agent.”
Anwar considered her offer, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Why do you make that suggestion? You make a great team with Murtasim.”
“Yet we didn’t perform in our last operation—" reminded Meerab.
“Other agents have a worse performance rate and that’s without one of their partners being drugged,” countered Anwar.
“Is this the type of operation we want to take chances on though?” pressed Meerab. “The longer we take, the wider these drugs will circulate in the population. And now we've seen how dangerous they can be if one overdoses.”
“I’ll consider your suggestion,” said Anwar with a sigh. “I guess you’re onto something there.”
“Excuse me!” snapped Murtasim irritably. “What about my opinion on this? I don’t see any need to split this team. You keep letting Naurez and Maryam go on operations together despite their incredibly poor teamwork," accused Murstasim, glaring in Anwar's direction.
Anwar looked towards Murtasim sympathetically. “Meerab has a point Murtasim. I know you two work great together in a team, but just for this upcoming operation, let’s split the team. It’ll give you a bit of a break to relax after the overdose. You should rest more.”
Murtasim turned his furious glare towards Meerab, but she still didn’t look up at him. Meerab kept her gaze firmly fixed on her fingernails resting in her lap.
“Look, we’ve already gone over time with the meeting. Let’s end this meeting here and I’ll inform you of my final decision on what’s to happen with the next operation in the next few days,” said Anwar in a tone of dismissal.
“Sure sir,” agreed Meerab. Then she hopped out of her chair and started gathering up her papers off of the desk at an alarming speed.
“Meerab—” started Murtasim, hoping to finally catch her and have a few meaningful words.
But he had hardly vacated his seat when Meerab clutched all her files to her chest and fled out of Anwar’s office, scampering away at top speed, without saying bye to anyone.
Anwar watched her leave feeling incredibly surprised. “Oh no, did Meerab eat those stale doughnuts sitting in the office kitchen too? I’ve been running to the toilet frequently myself,” Anwar said sympathetically.
Murtasim frowned dismally as he watched Meerab practically sprint up the corridor away from him.
Enough is enough. You're a highly trained undercover agent Murtasim! It's time to deal with matters in a manner fitting to your job description!
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Murtasim stormed into the 'Midnight Rhino', a popular men’s club, his eyes blazing with hot, possessive fury, his feet marching with purpose. He deduced that Meerab’s next undercover operation in relation to Drug X (sadly this time her operation was without him) was located at the aforementioned club. Murtasim nearly went mad when he discovered that Meerab had volunteered to be a waitress in such a seedy place. But in addition to his anger, he desperately needed a moment to talk to her where she couldn’t evade him. So he decided to follow her to the operation location, disguised as a client.
Murtasim pushed through the throng of people meandering about in the semi-dark club, his eyes scanning its entire expanse for Meerab, hoping to spot her somewhere in the flashing neon lights. Loud music boomed throughout the room, adding to the haze of confusion, making Murtasim’s ears pound. His sight flitted across a group of rowdy men pathetically drooling over a troupe of barely dressed female dancers grinding on poles on a stage. Turning his head towards his right, Murtasim scanned the section where rows of tables were spread out, all piled up with well-dressed patrons.
Murtasim spotted Meerab there within seconds, recognising her by her luscious mane of long, brown curls. Silent fury coursed through Murtasim’s veins at the scene in front of him, possessiveness slamming through his body hard. Meerab was holding a tray of food in one hand as she coyly flirted and conversed with some male customers seated at a table. She giggled at one of their jokes and bit her red-painted, lower lip. Murtasim had the urge to tear apart the men limb from limb that dared to be on the receiving end of her charms. But much stronger than his rage, it was lust that slammed through his body with potent force.
A groan escaped Murtasim as his eyes raked over Meerab’s scantily clad form. She was dressed in a uniform that consisted of a lacy, red bra made of a beautiful, eye-catching, material. It pushed up her breasts, forming a deep line between them and showcased her ample cleavage. She’d paired it with an incredibly small, red mini skirt that flowed out from her waist and was so short in length that it showed off a hint of the curve of her ass. The red heels on her dainty feet, made her smooth legs appear long and endless.
Instantly, Murtasim’s cock sprang to life under his crisp suit pants. Fantasies involving Meerab conjured up and strobed through his mind like a comic strip—lewd images in varying positions, settings and circumstances. Within the span of seconds, Murtasim had mentally engaged in a series of rough, aggressive and fantastical acts with Meerab. Acts involving bruises peppered everywhere and her skin spanked and pounded several shades darker than her usual complexion.
On instinct, Meerab turned her head and looked around. As their eyes met across the club, her face gave off no expression that she was surprised to find him there. Or that she even knew who he was. Likewise, Murtasim’s face remained in a stoic mask of indifference on his face, the result of years of training.
Very casually, Meerab lowered the tray in her hand onto the table and excused herself from the patrons she was serving. She started making her way towards Murtasim. At the same time, Murtasim slowly strutted over to her, both keeping their eyes on each other, but their gait remaining incredibly casual so as to avoid possible suspicion.
Using the stack of cash he’d pulled out of his wallet, Murtasim purchased Meerab’s closeness without uttering a single word. Meerab watched his Adam’s apple bob as he lifted the crisp notes up to her. Meerab flashed him a practiced, playful grin, then she wantonly slid a hand up her bare navel, then around her breast, to seductively tug at the fabric of a bra cup, holding it out for him. Murtasim slowly slid the money into the front of Meerab’s bra, the brush of his rough fingers on her exposed flesh making her tremble slightly. She wondered if he’d caught a glimpse of her nipple as she held out her bra cup. In contrast to Meerab’s tremble, Murtasim’s hands were steady, but his eyes were fixed like a hawk on Meerab’s lush breasts. Nodding with his head towards a private room at the back of the club. Murtasim turned on his heel with further ado and led the way towards it.
The music inside the private room was much more muted than the rest of the club, but the very apt lyrics of a series of dirty songs could still be heard vibrating through the glass. The lyrics set the mood—filthy, raw and arousing. It wasn’t long before Meerab joined him inside the private room. The room wasn’t really all that private, as most of its walls were made of decorative glass panels.
Meerab shoved Murtasim into the leather seats lining a wall of the room with a hard push to his shoulders, all while an angry fire burned in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Murtasim to show up. His unplanned appearance on an operation had set her nerves on edge. Adrenaline from the fear of her cover being blown rushed through her body and fuelled her next actions. Meerab hoisted herself onto Murtasim’s lap and straddled him without a single second of hesitance. She grasped onto his shoulder’s firmly. That action alone was enough to send blood pumping like heated lava to Murtasim’s cheeks and groin.
Murtasim swallowed thickly and his pupils dilated as Meerab rhythmically started grinding her lace-covered heated pussy onto the steadily growing bulge that was his cock. She was dry humping him with angry, erratic movements. Meerab rotated her hips expertly, further stoking the flames of lust within Murtasim. She sashayed and swayed, her movements like liquid sex, her breasts bouncing vulgarly in their silken prison as she danced on Murtasim’s lap.
Murtasim grasped onto Meerab’s bare hips in response, digging his fingers into her flesh tightly and drawing her closer to his heated body. He moaned, low and guttural, vocalising how much he desired her. Her gorgeous, lace covered breasts, wrapped like a delectable package, were hanging tantalisingly close to his face. He ached to let his cock spring free from its confines. He’d never been so hard for a woman before.
“F—fuck,” Murtasim rasped hotly. “This was unexpected. I didn’t know you made such a good lap dancer.”
His words of praise sent a bolt of searing heat to Meerab’s core. Despite the turn of events being completely favourable for Meerab who normally yearned for Murtasim’s closeness, she glared at him with murderous intent.
“My heart is slamming so hard into my ribs right now from the shock of seeing you here,” she whispered quietly, bringing her mouth close to his ear. “You better have a good explanation for this Murtasim! Why the hell are you here?”
“I came as backup—”
“Don’t lie to me Murtasim!” Meerab hissed in his ear. “Naurez is still scouting undercover at the bar. The Boss wouldn’t have sent anyone unless he knew we were compromised. I know you haven’t followed me to provide backup!”
“I think you should stop now,” Murtasim groaned, in reference to her rubbing up against him. “Then I’ll have a firm word with you about volunteering to come with Naurez on a lewd operation.”
As ecstatic as it was to have Meerab grind on him, her words reminded him that he really didn’t come here for this. He came to talk. And poke out the eyes of the men that were looking at Meerab half-dressed.
“You paid three thousand dollars for a private lap dance from a waitress, when you could have paid half of that price for an actual stripper. Don’t you think we will automatically gain unwanted attention? Would you still like me to stop and get us both killed?” Meerab whisper-hissed in his ear. “Keep up the act!”
Concern flitted over Murtasim’s face for a split-second before he rearranged his face into a calm expression. “Is someone keeping tabs on you?” he murmured quietly.
“The two bodyguards that keep walking by the door,” Meerab whispered into Murtasim’s ear, her lips brushing against the outer shell of his ear with each word. “I think they suspect me. They’re not really bodyguards, they’re actually government personnel gone rogue. They’re the ones leading the drug smuggling ring. To the left, Yasir Hussain and on the right, Feroze Khan.”
Murtasim didn’t turn his neck to look at them through the glass, but he nodded curtly in understanding. He tried to stay focused on putting up an act, although it wasn’t a difficult feat. Meerab’s soft, breathy voice laced with an underlying bossy fury was successful in keeping him aroused and in the role of a client. He sat back in his seat regally and fixed Meerab with a soul fusing gaze.
Meerab continued her elegant gyrating movements on Murtasim’s lap, her core throbbing, causing mutual groans to wrench from both of their parted lips. It was surprisingly easy for her to act bold in front of Murtasim under the excuse of work. What was awkward yesterday, came with flowing ease today. Or perhaps it was the fear of her cover being blown that made the bold actions come easily.
“Nice to see you’re not running away from me for once,” Murtasim said with a throaty, strangled chuckle. He smirked up at her, his eyes shaded with amusement.
Meerab trailed her hand down Murtasim’s sternum, her index finger tracing the concave line in his chest perfectly, despite the thickness of the fabric of his clothes. “Enough avoidance. Answer the question Murtasim. Why’d you follow me here?”
“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?” asked Murtasim honestly, a slight whinge to his voice.
That had Meerab falter from trailing her seductive fingers down to Murtasim’s belt. She frowned. “So you mean to tell me that you ran the risk of sabotaging an operation, just to talk to me?” Meerab asked incredulously.
“Yes,” affirmed Murtasim.
Meerab had stopped gyrating on his lap. Her eyes were wide open like an owl’s. “What!? Why not just drop by my house if you wanted to talk?”
Murtasim took lead and moved his hands upwards, switching from her hips to grasping her ribs. His finger tips were resting dangerously close to the underside of her breasts. He dug his finger pads gently into her skin to remind Meerab to move. She resumed rubbing her pussy over the bulge in Murtasim’s pants.
“My method is unorthodox, I admit, but we both know you never answer the door when I come around to your place,” said Murtasim with a half shrug. “I suppose you’re expecting me to apologise for being here on your operation, but quite frankly, I’m not really sorry; it was necessary.”
As the faux bodyguard walked by their room once more, Meerab slowly moved her fingers to the buttons of Murtasim’s shirt and started undoing them one by one. Murtasim’s breath caught in his throat as she worked on undressing his torso. Once she was done, Meerab pulled the shirt ends that were still tucked into his pants, then ran her hands teasingly over Murtasim’s bare, darkly tanned and lightly haired chest. Murtasim’s mouth went dry as Meerab languidly raked her nails up and down his nipples and moved to do the same to the firm, well-muscled, well-sculpted plains of his abdomen. She even teased along the edge of his pants boldly.
“Necessary?” questioned Meerab, her tone clipped, “Really? What’s so necessary that you had to show complete and unapologetic disregard for our profession? Oh and also scaring me shitless?”
“I apologise for the latter,” Murtasim said smoothly, as he gently rubbed circles on Meerab’s bare sides. “I promise to conduct myself as a rule abiding agent from this point onwards. But like I said, I needed to speak with you urgently. It couldn’t wait.”
Meerab lowered her head, bringing it down to Murtasim’s neck. She started placing hot open-mouthed kisses along his neck, then trailing her mouth downwards, onto his chest as well. She took a chunk of the flesh near his nipple into her mouth and nibbled gently. Murtasim let out a strangled moan as he leaned backwards over the edge of the seat, granting Meerab more access to his body, revelling in the feel of her lips caressing his flesh.
“Great. You work on that rule abiding part,” Meerab ordered in between her nibbles on his chest, “But would you mind explaining how you found out I was here?”
“I went snooping around in the Boss’ office to find out.”
“What?! Murtasim!” Meerab’s mouth let slip of a chunk of flesh that she was biting on his pecs. She raised her head from Murtasim’s chest and glared at him. “You need to get out from here before the Boss finds out and fires you—”
“And to my utmost disappointment I had to discover you were acting as Naurez’s girlfriend for the operation,” continued Murtasim with a sneer of disdain, glaring right back at her.
“Well we had to go with some cover story!” Meerab snapped.
“We were supposed to go undercover together! I’m the one whose always your pretend husband or boyfriend on operations. Not Naurez!”
Meerab was speechless for a good few seconds. “We get paired with someone else all the time for work. Why does this bother you?”
“But the undercover couple operations are always ours! We do them together!” hissed Murtasim, his eyes flashing furiously.
“Murtasim! We aren’t five year olds playing a game of ‘home’. We have to get paired as per the Boss’ discretion!”
“Yeah, the Boss who you manipulated to side with you!” grumbled Murtasim angrily. “Now can you tell me honestly why you’ve been so insistent on avoiding me that you had to ask for your work buddy to be swapped?”
Meerab lost all her patience at Murtasim’s frivolous reasoning for stalking her out, causing the truth to come tumbling out of her mouth. “I did not manipulate the Boss at all!” Meerab’s voice was thick with emotion and carried a slight tremble as she admitted, “I just can’t stand being around you anymore. Not when I know the only way you’ll ever feel something for me is when you’ve been drugged or—"
Meerab suddenly stopped speaking as she saw one of the faux bodyguards through the glass come to a stand still outside of their ‘private’ room. His back was facing their room and he only occasionally flitted his eyes in their direction, but it was odd for him to stop and stand there, instead of completing his round. Murtasim covertly followed Meerab’s line of sight and quickly realised what was happening; they’d stopped their act of client and server to argue with each other, and that had drawn suspicion.
Murtasim’s eyes locked with Meerab’s. They silently communicated their mutual understanding of the situation they found themselves in. They had to put on a convincing show for the faux bodyguard.
Meerab immediately wrapped her arms around Murtasim’s neck and covered his lips with hers. Murtasim responded by kissing her back with equal fervour, running his tongue along her bottom lip before plunging it inside her mouth. Meerab continued to rock her body against him as they kissed. The heightened, desperate friction drove Murtasim wild.
They lost themselves in their erotic performance, forgetting where they were and simply taking advantage of the opportunity to touch each other liberally, living the dirty fantasy up as long as it lasted. Meerab slowly stroked every curve and contour of Murtasim’s body that she could reach, her feather light touches setting Murtasim’s skin abuzz with tingles. Murtasim roamed his big, talented hands freely over supple Meerab’s body, touching, teasing and caressing until Meerab positively burned with heat.
Murtasim started palming Meerab’s breast over her bra, causing her to gasp into his mouth. He greedily palmed at her soft, full breast. His eager fingers pinched and pulled at her taunt nipple over the flimsy lace, the lack of padding allowing him to revel in the feel of the hardened peak. Meerab arched her back and thrust her chest forward into his hand. She was heaving and panting already, making a wonderful show of her shapely breasts which had started to glow with a beautiful pink hue.
They didn’t know how long they carried on, lost in their frisky exploration of each other, but suddenly air was suddenly hit with the corrupting divinity that was the scent of Meerab’s arousal. It was a thick, balmy, dewy and sweet scent. Murtasim could sense her pulsating between her thighs. He watched Meerab’s eyes half closed, her head thrown back and her long lashes casting a seductive shadow on her rosy, flushed face. Murtasim’s lusty beast snarled inwardly at the sight of Meerab thrashing about in his lap like a wild mare in heat. His pleasure was so intense that he was close to cumming just from the dry humping, they hadn’t even made it to the fully nude stage yet.
“I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” Murtasim rasped.
“So don’t,” replied Meerab in a breathy voice. She cupped the side of his head lovingly, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging at the roots ever so gently. Meerab wanted to burn into her memory the way Murtasim looked when he reached completion. She knew there would never be another opportunity like this one gain, so she would have to savour this moment. “Cum for me Murtasim,” Meerab whispered, her words husky with desire.
Her words sent an ache down to Murtasim’s loins. Gritting his teeth in pleasure, Murtasim gave into the urge to thrust his hips upwards. He gripped Meerab’s hips tightly again and met her halfway, pushing the length of his greedy cock up against her throbbing core as much as the barrier of fabric of her panties would allow.
Meerab tightened her arms around Murtasim’s neck and lifted herself higher to increase the speed of her friction, aiding Murtasim to his release. Murtasim’s entire body hummed and tingled. Sweat rolled down his torso, making him look like the sculpture of a glistening god. His cock tightened. His thigh muscles flexed as he felt himself on the edge of his release. Grunting with extreme pleasure, his straining cock finally exploded and Murtasim tumbled over the edge into a mind-shattering release.
A strangled groan escaped his lips, then Murtasim loudly snarled “MEERAB!” He was quaking with intensity as he ejaculated into his clothing. His entire body grew rigid, then shuddered from the aftermath of his explosive release.
But Meerab had gone frigid in his lap. As Murtasim drew panting breaths and waited for his heart rate to settle, he caught sight of Meerab staring at him with shocked and fearful eyes.
“What?” asked Murtasim in between pants.
“My name on this operation is Zeenat,” answered Meerab in a soft whisper.
Murtasim's face went pale too, as he realised the danger of calling Meerab by her real name. He hoped his voice hadn't carried outside of the room.
But the damage had been done. Meerab heard a gun being drawn from behind her, then it’s cold barrel pressing against her back. Murtasim looked over Meerab’s shoulder and saw the faux bodyguard standing there.
"I knew there was something fishy about this girl...," Yasir Hussain, the burly man standing behind Meerab, said in a lisp. He pushed the barrel of his gun deeper into her back. "She was too quiet and much too careful. Now we know why."
The tension in the room was palpable as Murtasim and Meerab realised their cover had been shattered. With horrendous dread, they concluded that this might be their lives’ very last operation.
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