Before we got home from our vacation, something happened that made us laugh.Mistress and I were lying in bed in Paris during the return visit on our way home. We were both glowing, sated, and feeling good about life and each other after particularly satisfying sex, and I was lying with my head on her shoulder.Suddenly, something occurred to me, and I started giggling. Mistress wanted to know what I was laughing about. I tried to tell her it was nothing, but she kept after me, finally ordering me to tell her.“You’d better be careful!” I giggled, “or you’ll get me pregnant!”Then she started giggling too, and we kept each other going until we were rolling around helplessly laughing.We had fun together, always.~~~~~When Ivan and I woke up in bed, that first morning at the Hilton Den Hague, we chatted. I was playing my role as the not-quite-innocent intern, Katja, whom Ivan was fucking as he thought he was blackmailing me into spying on Hans. In actual fact, of course, I was closer to being a whore and Hans’ spy on Ivan – but he didn’t know that.After we’d been chatting for a bit, Ivan looked at me, hungrily. I knew that look, so when he pushed my head from his shoulder, and towards his crotch, I knew exactly what he wanted.But playing Katja the Innocent, when I got to his crotch, I just looked up at him. He smirked at me, and lifted his stiff cock with one hand, and pushed my head towards it with the other.At first, I turned my head away and kept my mouth closed. He grabbed my neck and forced my head back towards his cock, then mashed it against my closed lips. “Suck it, cunt. Suck my dick with your hot, wet mouth, or Hans is going to get a real eyeful of what you’re really like!”I looked at him, pretending to be fearful, then slowly opened my mouth. He shoved his cock past my lips, and proceeded, with very little finesse, to fuck my face until, grunting, he started to cum in my mouth, then pulled out and plastered my face with it.I acted shocked, and he laughed, then used the tip to smear it around.Then he fell back, panting, his cock held loosely in his hand. I reached up and wiped the cum from my face, looked at it, then looked at him – and started licking it off my hand.His face broke into a big grin. “You see? A real man knows how to bring out the whore in a woman. You’re more of a fucktoy than you realize, Katja. I told Kristol!”He pulled me up to him, and hugged me. “I know this may not make much sense to you, but there’s a whore inside you, just waiting to get out. And I’m just the man to set her free!”He kissed me on the forehead, then pushed me away, and rolled off the bed and onto his feet, his softening dick flopping around in front of him. “I need to get showered and dressed. Call down to room service, and order us some breakfast. I want a full English breakfast, none of that Continental crap, okay?” And he strode off, looking smug.I smiled at his back, rolled over, and picked up the phone. We were finishing breakfast together, me in a robe, and he in a shirt, suit pants, and tie, with his suit jacket over the back of his chair. He smelled of cologne, vaguely musky and masculine.We chatted about the day’s plans. He told me he was in town for business, and would be in meetings all day. He wanted me to join Maltepe Escort him for lunch and supper, as he would be entertaining important guests, including some of his backers. Although he didn’t say so, it was clear to me that I was to be there as eye-candy.That was fine with me. I might be able to learn something of value to Hans.He pulled out his wallet, and gave me €600. “Go buy something slinky and suitable for a high-level business dinner, and wear it for supper tonight, hein?” he said in German. I looked at the money as if impressed, then nodded.“My guests don’t speak much English or German, mostly Russian, really, so I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to keep you in the conversation much. Are you okay with that?”I laughed. “Will I miss being part of a boring conversation about business? No, not a lot. I’ll find …something… interesting to think about.” And I licked my lips.He had finished his breakfast, and stood up, grabbing his coat and settling it around his shoulders. He smiled at me. “Stand up.”I stood. He walked around the table, pulled the belt loose from my robe, and split the robe open, revealing my naked body. He reached up and gently kneaded my right tit, then ran his hand down between my legs, and rubbed my pussy with the edge of his hand. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. You’ll enjoy it.”I nestled in closer. “That’s what I meant when I said I’d be thinking about something…interesting.” And I pushed my pussy harder into his hand, then kissed him, opening my mouth.He started to kiss me back, then broke. I noticed the bump in his pants. “I have to go. But I was right about you. I must tell Kristol I was right!”He looked smug again, then turned and walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him.I pulled my robe back together, sat down, and poured myself another cup of coffee.~~~~~For lunch, I wore my intern’s uniform: white blouse, black pencil skirt, pearl choker, gold stud earrings with the other ear piercings to match, and not too much make-up. But I didn’t quite wear the uniform like an intern should. I had one too many buttons undone, revealing a bit of red lacy bra, and my skirt was about two inches too short – by design.Ivan’s lunch companions were surprised to see a young woman join them for lunch, but when Ivan introduced me, in Russian, as his niece, they smiled, and made pleasant nice-to-meet-you remarks in school-boy German. I flirted with them, batting my eyes, and pretending to blush at the attention, while trying to remember their names.When we were all seated, Ivan repeated his apology to me about speaking in Russian, and then plunged ahead.I did everything I could to show non-comprehension: studying the menu, looking out of the window, toying with my food when it came, and generally looking like I was trying not to be bored.But inside, I was listening hard, and trying to remember as much as I could. One of the things I had been schooled in, at the DeCoven Dungeon, was memory tricks – how to remember things – because Mistress believed it could be useful. And now it was.Using a series of mnemonics and other memory techniques, I tried to remember as many of the names of people and companies as I could, and to summarize the substance of Maltepe Escort Bayan their conversation in my mind. By the time a long lunch was done, my head was spinning, and I was eager to get back to my room and transcribe as much of this as I could.When the meeting finally broke up. Ivan’s three guests stood up, made polite noises to me, gave knowing looks at Ivan, then departed. We two sat back down.“I’m sorry, my dear, that took longer than I thought it would. Those were representatives of some of my backers, and they wanted assurances that the talks were progressing satisfactorily. I had to give them details to keep them happy.“Now, do you know where to go shopping for your clothes in Den Hague? I asked the concierge to prepare a list of fine women’s clothing stores for you, so be sure to stop by on your way back to the suite, hein?“I have to go off to my next meeting. I’ll be back around 17:00, and maybe we can sneak in a little…fun…before we have to go out to dinner, okay?” And he pinched my tit, then laughed when I squeaked.“Have fun shopping. And remember: slinky and suitable. Ask the shop ladies. They’ll know what you mean.”And he was off.I walked back to the hotel, collecting the list, and a knowing smile, from the concierge.Once I was back in the room, I got comfortable, then decided I would call Ilsa, Hans’ executive assistant, with my information while it was fresh in my mind.She immediately understood the importance, put me on hold, and got both Hans, and a secretary on the line to transcribe our conversation.I spoke for almost twenty-five minutes with minimal interruptions, then Hans started asking questions. Most of them I couldn’t answer, but I did the best I could.When he finally ran down, there was silence on the line, then he asked me, “And what’s your assessment Nika? What do you think of Ivan’s business partners?”Perhaps I should have been surprised that he, the CEO of an important German industrial multinational, would ask me for my opinion as I was far below him in business and social rank. But he knew me and knew what I was capable of. He had told Mistress, shortly after we’d met, that he had badly underestimated me, and would never do so again. I was gratified.“Aside from everything I’ve already told you,” I said, “I think there are two main conclusions. First, Ivan and his backers really want this deal, but are quibbling over what they’re willing to pay. Ivan wants to pay more, but they’re reluctant to do so. They want the technology this deal will bring them, and your connections, but they are also typically Russian: cheap, and want to bargain you down to nothing.“But second, I think they are probably clean. I can’t be certain I understood everything they said, but I got no hint of mafia or Kremlin money in anything they said. In fact, I think these are business people who are trying to move money out of Russia, away from the Kremlin’s control or influence.“I can’t be sure of that, but that’s the way it seems to me.”The silence on the line stretched for a while, then Hans exhaled, and said, “I think you’re right. That accords with other information I’ve been able to dig up. And the names you’ve given me will help us dig deeper. Good work, Nika Escort Maltepe – I mean ‘Katja’!” And he laughed.Then his tone changed. “Are you okay with this, Nika? He isn’t doing anything…disgusting… is he?”I was touched, but wasn’t going to show it. “Nope,” I said. “He hasn’t done anything that you didn’t do.” I knew I was being bratty, and heard him inhale sharply. “But you do it much better,” I added with a smile in my voice.There was a pause, then he laughed. “You little bitch! Okay, keep up the good work. I’ll let Miriam know you’re okay. She’d kill me if anything happened to you. I don’t know what you’ve done to her, but I’ve never seen her like this before, so take care…for my sake!” And he hung up.~~~~~After I had finished with Hans and Ilsa, I went out shopping for the “slinky but suitable” dress to wear that evening with Ivan. I browsed the first two stores the concierge had recommended and didn’t see anything I liked, but the third store had a number of nice things. Since I was going to keep this dress, I wanted it not just to please Ivan, but also me – and Mistress.I finally found a black dress that was bias-cut from my knee to my shoe-tops, but with a slit that ran all the way from the hem on the opposite side up to my waist. If I moved just right, it would give a quick glimpse of my panties, and since they were red and lacy, they would show quite clearly.The dress shimmered with sequins, and looked quite glamourous. After I got some nude stockings with garters to go with, I still had about €100 left. So, I went to a sex shop to buy Ivan a toy.Next, I went to the hair salon in the hotel, had my hair done, and put up, with a pearl pin to hold it so. Then I went up to the suite, and took a shower, being careful of my hair, and applied careful, slightly-too-heavy make-up.I knew Ivan wanted to play bedroom games when he got home that afternoon, but I wanted to edge him without having to say “no” outright. I figured if I was all dolled up and ready, he would have to back off. I felt sure he would “make it up” to me later, but I’d deal with that then.My strategic objective was the keep him panting for more, and this was part of that strategem.I was dressed and ready by 17:00, and when I heard the door, I struck a pose, standing in the doorway to the bedroom, one hand held up high on the door frame, the other hand on my hip in an exaggerated glamour pose I might have seen in a fashion magazine. I gave Ivan a sultry look as he walked into the suite.I knew I had succeeded when he saw me and stopped dead. “Well, fuck…me! You look amazing, Katja! Those clothing store ladies certainly did you justice!”He dropped his briefcase, stripped off his jacket, loosened his tie, and hurried over to grab me around the waist. I put my arms around his neck and very carefully leaned forward and gave him a token peck. He started to muscle up, but I pushed him off and said, “Please, Ivan. I don’t want to muss my hair!”He reluctantly backed off, looking like a disappointed kid…then smiled, and pushed down on my shoulders. I reluctantly sank to my knees, unzipped his fly, and proceeded to blow him. Later, when we were all ready to go out the door, I put my hand on his shoulder, and whispered, “I got you a toy to play with,” and handed him a small plastic tab.He looked at it. “What’s this?”I leaned back and smiled coquettishly at him. “It’s the remote control to the vibrator egg I have in my cunt. You can control…me… all through supper. And, maybe afterwards, you can fuck me up the ass.” I smiled up at him. “If you want to, that is…”