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Anna Slavik is manageress of the 5* hotel I’m staying in. But right now she’s blindfolded in my room, her slender body lying back on the floor in black bra and thong, legs in the air, breasts about to burst out of their cups. Her arms are above her head as she struggles to fight the pleasure. But it’s no good. She can’t manage the situation. She explodes.
I’m in Bratislava, Slovakia for a couple of nights spying on the owner of a local chemical factory. MI6 believes he’s secretly supplying poison to Russian agents on their way to the UK. We want to break the deadly supply chain.
I spend my first day wandering around the city, getting a feel for it. Bratislava is full of classic old backstreets, buildings and romantic little squares. I get lost in a maze of boutique shopping streets and bars. And before long I stop in a quiet cafe for a beer, watching people go by. Chilled house music plays in the background as I sip my drink. Slender Slovak girls walk past, some of them stopping in the bar I’m in. One of them, a tall brunette, is particularly sexy, revealing a bright blue thong peeking out of her tight jeans as she sits down in front of me.
I finish my reconnaissance tour of Bratislava in the early evening, feeling a little tipsy after several beers in backstreet cafes, hidden away from the main squares. And I return to the 5* hotel I’m staying in, just on the edge of town.
The hotel manageress I met earlier, Miss Anna Slavik, sits perched on the edge a leather couch in the lobby, writing something into a notebook. She’s wearing a figure-hugging dark grey blouse, top buttons undone, and a fairly short black skirt with stockings and high heels. Her long legs are crossed.
It’s now 7:30pm. Tomorrow I’ll do a stakeout of the chemical factory allegedly supplying poison to Russian FSB agents. But tonight I feel like something more exciting.
I order two glasses of Champagne from the bar and walk over to the leather couches where Miss Slavik sits. Politely interrupting her work, I offer her a glass of Champagne, a thank you gesture for providing a comfortable stay so far. She accepts the drink (it’s Saturday night after all), and we chat in the luxury hotel lobby. Things go from friendly to flirty as she sips the bubbly. I order us another glass, and before long we move to a more discreet seating area out of public view. She sits on the edge of her seat now, her skirt pushed back much further – deliberately I think – her legs no longer crossed. I can see the lacy tops of her stockings. But between her legs it’s dark.
Now we’re back in my room, the upstanding manageress and the spy, sitting on the balcony overlooking Bratislava at night, drinking more Champagne from the mini bar. I got up early this morning and worked out hard in the hotel gym. My chest, arms and abs are taut and ripped. The white Armani shirt I’m wearing is tight. I feel strong.
Kissing our way from the balcony back into the room, I tear Miss Slavik’s blouse apart, revealing her black bra and hard breasts. Then I unzip her skirt round the back and slide it down to her ankles. She steps out of it, leaving her high heels on. Now she’s in her underwear, stockings and heels only, smiling at me coyly, secretly wanting to get done hard.
So I slide her lacy black thong down over her knees to the ground, revealing her smooth private area. Hesitantly, she steps out of her underwear. And then I use it as a blindfold, tying it tight behind her head. She opens her mouth slightly, her shiny red lips beckoning me to take control.
Now blindfolded and totally at my mercy, I push down on her shoulders. She obeys and crouches down, then lies back on the cream carpet, waiting for my next move. She might be the manager of this hotel, but I was in charge now.
I push her stocking legs back towards her so her knees raise into the air, high heels still on. She puts her arms back above her head, unable to see a thing. Her legs are closed together, so I force them wide apart, leaving her smooth private area in full view. But she can’t see what’s about to happen.
She flinches and tenses up as I insert the top of the ice cold Champagne bottle into her, wriggling to either side as the neck goes deep inside. But there’s nothing she can do, just endure it. She tries to close her legs, but I hold them wide apart with one arm as I pull the bottle back, then push it in again hard. Her teeth clench, her head goes from side to side.
As the bottle goes in and out, faster and faster, things warm up, wet up. And now she’s losing control. Like a machine, it doesn’t stop, just gets quicker, until finally she can’t take it anymore and her whole body contorts as she pops her cork explosively. Slowly, I slide the bottle out, let her relax, and once again she’s back in charge of this hotel.
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