𝟏. 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒓
It was a hot and humid summer day on the Air Force Base. I hated these middle European humid summers. One would expect these in the rainforest: hot, humid, sweaty, and everytime you take a step outside the hot air constricts your breathing.
“It should be unconstitutional to work on the 4th of July. Independence Day! What a load of bullshit!“, I thought to myself knowing my co-workers were enjoying their BBQ’s and their German beers. It was just me who had to melt his brains in the hot sun, while patroling the premises.
“No one’s even here”, I thought.
As I was walking towards the big, empty hangar to conclude my rounds, I thought I had seen something. It must have been nothing, but I could have sworn I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye. It was probably just a fata morgana of the scolding hot concrete. I would have walked right past it if protocol would not force me to check it out. So I took some steps towards the hangar and lifted the scolding hot metal door. Unfortunately, the lights in this hangar were short-circuited by a stupid engineer working on the machines on Monday and the Air Force wasn’t able to fix it yet with the holiday coming up. The darkness in the hangar was total. I walked towards the back of the hangar and found a stack of crates with various parts for the plane the engineers were working on. But there it was again, I thought I had seen something moving next to the emergency exit door. I slowly moved around the boxes to see what I was seeing.
“Hey, whoever you are ... I have a gun,” I jokingly said into the void and shone my flashlight across the dark crevices of the empty tall storage room.
“So do I,” emerged a deep-sounding, female voice responding out of nowhere.
My training kicked in. I grabbed my handgun out of the holster and kept searching for the voice with it pointed, while criss-crossing around some boxes. Where did it come from? Was that a foreign accent I heard? Was that even real or am I hallucinating from this feverish heat? I quickly overcame my surprise and shone the light across the room, then in the corner, I stopped. Into the light stepped a little figure that had uncannily blended with the darkness. A brunette, smallish woman appeared before my eyes holding a matted, gray handgun pointing right at me. She wore a black, fitted romper, black combat boots and her wavy hair was messily put up in a bun. A few strands were undone and stuck to the side of her face.
“You were not supposed to be here,” her voice ominous and dark emerging from the corner. Her stern look revealed that she had no intention of lowering her gun. By protocol this was my sign to pull the trigger, but I couldn’t just yet. I didn’t understand. She carefully took some steps towards me. Slowly closing the gap between us. Just now I realized, I heard it again: that thick Russian-sounding accent. I looked stunned at this female. How did she even get here?
“Take a few steps back or I will sho-,” I warned, but was cut off.
“No you won’t! You don’t have real ammo. You received gun of blank rounds. I made sure of that,” she exclaimed sporting an unamused smile.
Could that be? Surprised at that revelation, I immediately pointed my gun at the concrete floor and fired a shot. When the bullet had burst it didn’t leave any damage on the surface of the floor. Still, blank rounds are loud as hell, why didn’t she even flinch at the sound of that? Her little eardrums couldn’t have possibly handled that. Well, shit. Okay! I am basically unarmed, but before my panic could take over, I needed to find out what she was looking for - or who she was. After accepting my defeat, she came even closer and the closer she got, the more I realized that she was indeed tiny. How old was she? Her pretty face didn’t even have one wrinkle but, damn, she had this stern, bossy look on her face that let my kneecaps melt like ice.
“Sit here,” her voice demanding, her finger pointing to the ground next to a mechanic’s work station. She had me put down the useless weapon, so that she could kick it aside, then she stood over me.
“Where is it?” she demanded.
“What exactly?”
“Don’t play stupid with me!“, I could barely see her illuminated with that fleshlight next to me.
Despite her being upset with me, this accent made her sound really hot. How was I in real danger, if she was so tiny? If anything, I felt more intrigued than panicked. I wanted to see all of this play out. What was it, that she was looking for in here?
“You have access to the plans. I know it! Tell me!” she demanded again. She snatched the fleshlight from my hand, like a little racoon and wandered around the hangar in the darkness. I could merely see her upper body bending over the work stations.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so I can’t be of help to you. What is it exactly you’re looking for?” I calmy asked.
“Wait for a second....” she stopped me, tapping onto a small screen that was strapped to her left wrist and suddenly lit up in the darkness.
I observed her quietly. This was turning into a very interesting 4th of July. Was she a spy? She couldn’t be. No one is spying anymore. Most intel is collected at home with advanced technologies. No one is doing field-work nowadays, at least that’s what I was taught. While I observed her, she was on a call, most likely with her supervisor or maybe her client? Maybe she didn’t even spy for a government, but was more of a private investigator? I wondered, if she talked about me and had to confess that she had taken me hostage, though, I couldn’t be her target. Or could I? I didn’t had the mightiest of security clearances. It would really surprise me.
“Да!” her voice grew even more annoyed. She must be either Russian or she is from Belarus. There was a slight chance she was Ukranian.
“Нет, не нашла! Тут оказался кто то на месте. Миссия не сработала!“, I heard her speaking into a small ear-pierce that I had only noticed now.
“У меня тут ситуация! Я перзвоню!“, with these words she ended the call and gave me her undivided attention again.
“I had no idea Russia sent malnourished little teenagers to spy on Americans. Is it like a Somali child-soldier situation?“, I chuckled and poked the wild animal in her just a bit more. I wanted to make her uncomfortable, so she would leave. She must have been terrified that she was caught.
“Shut up, only steroid-fed American beefhead says this shit.“, she yelled back at me. Phew, what a short fuse she had.
“Beefhead?“, I asked a little bit hurt but with the right comedic timing.
“Look at you sweat like prostitute in church. Awful!“, her cute little nose scrunched up when she gave me a disgusted look.
God she was hot! I know, this was neither the time, nor the place, but I couldn’t help myself. Not only was I hot, because the hangar was built of cheap, sheet metal that baked us alive in here, but because her presence, her accent, her tight body, and the way she smelled started to arouse me. Slowly I grew indifferent about who she was or what she was doing here, because her demeanor told me everything I needed to know: she wanted to get away. The way she flung her firearm around didn’t only induce a jumping anxiety in my chest, but also made my meat swell and rub tight against my cargo pants. I’ve never seen someone this hot trying to take charge.
During my deployment here in Germany, I was not having many one-night stands. The German chicks were not my type, they were not ugly, but not cute either. I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the Frankfurt-region. In addition to not dating outside the base, our superiors strongly discouraged us to date our colleagues. Of course, some people did not adhere to this policy. But in my case, I did not have any female colleagues in the first place, just superiors and dating superiors was never a good look. Being overwhelmed by this strong, but kinda tiny, Russian spy was the best thing that had happened to me in those two years being stationed here, and the more she dominated me - the more she fulfilled my hidden fantasy. I shifted my hips and she seemed to notice.
“This making you horny? What kind of training you have!“, she yelled at me surprised.
This must be a prank! Her humiliating, yelling at me, as if I were a freak - it was making me feel a way, I could only feel in my wet dreams. She was saying just the right things! It was as if she read my mind. Was all of this just a prank of the guys? Smuggling a hooker on base to tease me with this spy-fantasy coming to life?
“I learned to surrender in hopeless situations,” I chuckled at her.
“And so should you,” I lowered my voice. It was the perfect time to make her an offer.
“Look, uhm ... I understand that you’re in a tough spot, but so am I. If I don’t report seeing you here, I could get in big trouble. But I am already in big trouble, as you can see....“, I grinned at her.
“Maybe, if you would give me a hand, I won’t report any of this to any of my supervisors and you can get out safely.”
Without hesitation she slapped me across my face, probably hoping to slap my arousal right out of me with it, but it did quite the opposite. For her hands being so small she smacked me good. Feeling the sensation of my cheek getting red made the tip of my dick throb against the two layers of fabric they were pinned against. Just like I was pinned down to this warm, concrete floor. After all, her gaze lowered and met my meat that was nestling in between my legs. I had not expected her to go for it anyways, but as her gaze lowered, I could see her curiosity growing. She could see it throbbing, wanting to be released, yearning to breathe the same air as she does.
This weird, hard to explain tension had been building up for minutes. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the effect of suprise or just the sweat and smells that we both were exuding in this closed-off hangar, but I was slowly observing how she thought about my proposal. In hopes to persuade her even more, I shifted my hips to give her a better view. She had to finally break. God, what I wouldn’t do to have her touch me, graze me with her perfect, long, fingers. And if she were smart, she would accept my offer.
Нет, не нашла! Тут оказался кто то на месте. Миссия не сработала! – No, I haven’t found it! Turns out, someone is here! The mission failed!
У меня тут ситуация! Я перзвоню! – I have a situation here, I am gonna call you back.
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