SAMPLE THE STORY BY READING CHAPTER ONE

I rubbed my eyes and woke up just before the alarm was to go off. I stretched and purred like a cat, though I had nothing to purr about. I was sleeping alone and that’s not my style. I’m female, blonde, the sexiest spy in the business, with measurements of 38-24-35. I can throw a knife with deadly accuracy. I’m an expert marksman and I have a black belt in karate. In short, I’m Eve Drum, the Lady from L.U.S.T. The secret organization known as L.U.S.T. (the League of Underground Spies and Terrorists), is the child of the State Department and the CIA. Our job is to do what must be done to preserve the peace and the orderly continuance of the O.A.S., N.A.T.O. and other assorted initial groups. In other words, we hold down the proverbial fort.

I am called Double Oh Sex by my colleagues at L.U.S.T. I used to regard it as a joke, but now I’m not so sure. I have found that my expertise in bed has been as essential to my success as my Belgian Bulldog or any other weapon.

I glanced at my Lucite clock. It was nearly nine. I turned the alarm off before it rang. I slipped into a red silk robe designed by Geoffrey Beene and went into the kitchen. The autumn sun was streaming through the windows.

I ate breakfast and glanced through the New York Times. My eye caught by an article about a new drug—an alternative to methadone—which had been developed by a team of four young doctors. Unlike methadone, it was nonaddictive and the doctors contended that it could cure drug addiction in three to six months, without any side effects. It would probably be available in the spring, pending final research results, marketed under the name Terathon.

Science is a wonderful thing, I said to myself. It looks like Terathon could certainly clear up the drug problem across the country. I glanced at the photograph of the four young doctors. They were all very handsome. I found myself wondering how each of them would look as a Playgirl centerfold. One name seemed to ring a bell—Dr. Leo Savoy. Then I remembered he was a friend of Mac Morris’, a writer and my current boyfriend. In fact, one of the reasons I’d been sleeping alone was that Mac had been staying at Dr. Savoy’s summer cottage on Martha’s Vineyard while he was finishing work on his latest novel. I thought it was a pleasant coincidence. I flipped through the rest of the paper, stopping to read only the theater and movie reviews. My boss and sometime lover, David Anderjanian, had wired that he was due back in town this morning. He promised to take me to a show and dinner. I hoped he wouldn’t be delayed—I wanted to see him very much. As I was trying to make up my mind about which show to see, the phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered breathlessly.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

It was David!

“When did you get in?”

“A few minutes ago. I just walked into the office.”

“I wish you had come here.”

“I would have loved to, but I have a few things to clear up. Are you still free tonight?”

“Of course I am.”

“Good—still up to a show and supper?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“What would you like to see?”

“I was just looking through the paper. How about ‘The Wiz’?”

“Fine. I’ll pick up the tickets.”

“Why don’t you come by around six? We’ll have a drink here before the show.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then. By the way, are you still as beautiful as ever?”

“Judge for yourself tonight.”

When I hung up, I was surprised to feel my hand trembling. It had been about six weeks since I’d seen David and I really missed him. Of course, I’d been seeing Mac regularly until he went into seclusion to finish his novel. But two weeks is too long for any lady—particularly the Lady from L.U.S.T.—to go without male companionship.

The doorman greeted me as I left the building.

“It’s a beautiful morning, Miss Drum.”

“It’s going to be even more beautiful tonight, Charlie.”

He scratched his head and smiled, a bit perplexed.

I had intended to take a walk down Fifth Avenue, and perhaps do some shopping, but changed my mind. Instead, I decided I would sunbathe on my terrace and read one of Mac’s mysteries. I stopped into the delicatessen around the corner for some cream cheese and caviar, went to the liquor store for a bottle of vodka, and hurried home.

At five o’clock I left the terrace to bathe. I filled the bath tub adding a healthy dollop of Givenchy III bath oil. It was quarter of six when I slipped into a silver evening gown and matching slippers. Then I went to the kitchen to chill a couple of martini glasses and prepare the hors d’oeuvre.

The doorman announced David’s arrival. I rushed to the door and opened it. When he stepped out of the elevator it was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down. He ran down the full length of the hall, picked me up in his arms and swung me around.

“Eve, it’s so good to see you!” he said, kissing me. “You look absolutely luscious. You get more beautiful every day.”

“Maybe it’s just because you’ve been away,” I replied.

I took his raincoat and hung it up in the closet. “How about a martini?”

“That sounds great. Oh, by the way. I got the tickets. Terrific seats! Eighth row—center.”

“Good! I can’t wait to see it! How did business go in Europe?”

“Oh, we got things cleared up but it was a hassle, as usual. Things don’t get easier in this business.”

He kissed me again. I almost wished we hadn’t been going to the theater, but sometimes anticipation makes everything sweeter. When we’d finished our martinis I phoned Charlie to get us a cab. David helped me on with my black satin cape and we were off to the theater.

The show was as bright and as colorful as any I’d seen in recent years and we enjoyed it thoroughly. Afterwards, we got a cab and David gave the driver the directions.

“We’re going to the Copain. Is that all right with you?”

“That’s lovely. It’s one of my favorite restaurants.”

The driver took us to First Avenue and Fiftieth Street. The restaurant was candlelit and very romantic. We were shown to a banquette and our orders were taken: escargot, veal cordon bleau and chicken l’estragon.

“What have you been doing with your vacation, Eve?”

“Oh, nothing spectacular. Mostly little things I usually put off doing.”

“Have you been seeing your friend the writer?”

“Oh, you mean Mac Morris. Well, yes, I have.”

“He seemed like a nice man when I met him,” David said sincerely but with just a touch of hurt in his voice.

“He’s very nice, David. A very thoughtful, wonderful man.” I decided to change the subject. “Do you ever get tired of this spy business?”

“Yes, I do, but I wouldn’t know what else to do with my life.”

“Me neither. For all my talk about retiring I must say I begin to get twitchy after several weeks of not working. I guess I like the action.”

“Well, it looks like you’ll be on vacation a little bit longer. Nothing has come up for you.”

“Maybe I should take up needlepoint.”

After dinner we ordered coffee and brandy. I asked David if he’d like to come back to my apartment for a nightcap. He didn’t have to answer. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was aching for me as much as I was for him.

We skipped the nightcap and went straight into the bedroom and began undressing. David and I stared at each other as if it were for the first time. Once again, I marveled at his strong, muscular body. His shoulders were broad and his pectoral muscles were high and solid. He had a flat “washboard” stomach and narrow hips. His thighs were slightly heavy but all muscle. His calves would have been the envy of any tennis pro. As he walked toward me, his hardened cock preceded him. He wrapped his arms around my narrow waist.

“Eve!” he breathed. “It’s been so long.”

“Too long, David.” I replied, nibbling the lobe of his left ear. We lay down on the bed facing one another. David’s fingers trailed over the contours of my face as if memorizing them. He kissed me on both eyelids and then on the mouth. He parted my lips with his tongue and forced it deep inside. As he kissed me he ran his hands over my breasts. His palms were hot, moist and trembling. His fingers made love to the soft curves of my large breasts, caressing them and teasing my hard nipples. I took one of his hands and led it down between my parted thighs. David’s large fingers touched my soft blonde mound. Suddenly, he plunged his middle finger inside. The warmth of my inner recesses excited him; he began manipulating my woman-flesh expertly. I clasped his long thick cock in my hand, gently squeezing it. The flesh was hot and throbbing with desire. David slid down my body, letting his tongue trail over my chin and neck to the valley between my succulent 38’s. He paused, then sucked on my left nipple. He swirled his tongue around its edge, then began biting the nipple. He nibbled on it until I thought it would explode in his mouth. Moving further down, he put his tongue to my groin and then buried his face. I felt his warm breath steaming my mons. I dug my fingers into his thick blond hair. His tongue forged into my fluffy mound. I lifted my thighs and pressed them against his bobbing head. Somewhere I thought I heard bells ringing, but I knew they were inside my head.

After three quarters of an hour of labial love David took his mammoth member in hand and pressed it against my well-oiled passageway. I wrapped my legs around his back and he slid into me. My hips began to work up and down and sideways. David’s eyes were tightly closed, his lips parted as he breathed faster. There was a sobbing sound coming from deep in his throat as his body thrust and jerked. Flesh melted into flesh until it seemed as though we were one. David pressed his mouth against mine and we cried out in unison as we climaxed together. At long last our passion began to subside. We came back down to earth still holding each other tightly.

“Eve,” David said at last, “it’s good to be home.”

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