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The Love Who Spied Me - Part I

By Dikran_O

Geno leaned against the wall of the alley behind the video store where she worked part time and puffed on her cigarette; it was turning out to be a bastard of a day. Already 15 returns with the wrong disc inside and the manager was blaming her, like she'd gone to their houses and deliberately switched the DVDs. The prick was just pissed because she'd refused to have sex with him. Honestly, she thought as she idly rubbed one breast through the oval opening in her top, why does everyone think I'm easy?

She lit up another, trying to stretch her break out before going back in to face the wrath of the Doberman. A noise came from down the alley and she looked over to see two alley rats rummaging through one of the dumpsters. Fine by her, as long as they didn't leave a mess; in his current mood the manager would probably make her clean the alley if they did.

The two rats weren't dressed like your typical dumpster divers she noticed. Their clothes looked store-bought, or at least store-stolen. The larger of the two wore a long coat over canvas pants and a muscle shirt, the short, slim one had on clean jeans and a hoodie; both wore oversize leather boots with large shiny buckles instead of laces. They had moved to the dumpster closest to the video store's rear entrance and were casually looking inside.

Geno's feline instincts started to tingle; maybe she should go back inside. She reached behind her and found the knob. It wouldn't turn; someone had locked it from the inside! The prick of a manager probably forgot she was out here. Facing the door she toyed with the cross that hung between her breasts. What to do now? The service bell hadn't worked for years and if he was back in front he'd never hear her pounding on the door ... but the rats would. Don't panic, she cautioned herself, got to appear to be in control. She'd just saunter up the alley to the street and go in the front door.

She turned back to the alley and froze. Both rats stood facing her only a few feet away, blocking her escape. The short one grinned evilly and spat on the pavement, the big one just grinned.

"Well, well." The short one said. "What do we have here Lenny?"

The large one looked confused for a moment. "A girl George?" he ventured.

"Nah, Lenny." he said as he stared at her breasts. "Girls is little. This pussy's all growed up."

Geno could feel his eyes travel over her, taking in the ample bosom through the oval opening in her top and the crossed straps below them. They slid down over her bare midriff to linger on the cut-off jeans that seemed to disappear between her legs. For once Geno wished that she'd cut them a little bit longer. The big one, Lenny, he was all grins again, and seemed fascinated by the violet sleeve she wore on left arm, and the two straps that held it there.

"Okay boys," she ventured, "Store entrance is around the front. Here, let me show you." She stepped off the landing and went to go around them but the small rat grabbed her arm as she passed.

"Where you think you're going lady? Sheesh Lenny, you'd think she doesn't want our company."

"We got a company George?" Lenny looked confused again. "I thought you said we got a gang George? Just you 'n me, you said, a gang of two."

"Relax Lenny before your brain overheats again." He spun Geno around to face Lenny. "Grab her."

Lenny obliged. His huge paws dug into Geno's arms, squeezing the straps on both biceps. She struggled to free herself but Lenny's grip was like iron and she couldn't do more than wiggle.

"Pretty." Lenny said, looking down on her. "Can I pet her George? Just a little bit?"

"Sure Lenny. You can pet her head like I showed you in a minute, just give me a second here." Geno heard the sound of a zipper and the slump of material falling. Suddenly there were arms around her waist, paws fumbling with her belt buckle. George hooked his thumbs in her shorts and pulled both them and her panties down to her knees. He put one of his legs between hers so that the shorts were behind his knee.

"Okay Lenny, back up a couple a feet and you can start petting her." Lenny stepped back, pulling Geno's shoulders down so that her ass was up and her head was level with his crotch. Her tail twitched in fear and anger. Should she scream? Would anyone notice in this part of the city? Would anyone care? George grabbed her tail and held it up out of his way.

"This here's what we call a quandary Lenny. Two choices of equal merit but only one can be enjoyed at a time." Something hard, hot and fleshy brushed one ass-cheek. She struggled harder. "That's right lady. Wiggle that ass. That's what I wanna see."

Lenny released one arm and fumbled at his own pants. From within he drew out an already stiffened prick the exact size and colour of Geno's favourite dildo. In other circumstances, she thought. He started rubbing her ears with his massive paw, pulling her head closer to his prick.

"Nice Kitty. Pretty Kitty. You let Lenny pet you now, and no biting! Lenny gets mad if you bite and George says that that's a bad thing." His paw momentarily tightened on her skull, making her eyes bulge and leaving her dizzy. She looked down and gulped for air. The silver cross she had worn since age seven swung into view. Mother superior was right, she thought, I should never have left the convent.

Behind her she could feel George's dick poking at her ass, searching for the opening. All her muscles tightened in resistance; this was going to hurt.

Suddenly he went stiff and the poking stopped. Had he come already? She hadn't felt anything splatter on her. Figures that the creep can't handle the real thing.

"Lenny?" George asked in a shaky voice.

"Yeah George?"

"Is there someone behind me?"

"Yeah George."

"Who?"

"It's a little fox George. A little black fox with a big shiny knife. He's sticking it in your ..."

"I know where he's stickin' it you moron. Shaddup willya?" George dropped his paws from her hips. "Say Buddy. What's the problem?"

"Let her go." A new voice, one she didn't recognize.

"George?" Lenny's grip was tightening with his tension. Geno saw spots swimming before her eyes.

"Let her go Lenny. Ouch! Let her go now!" Lenny released her. George took his leg back from between hers, freeing her. She stumbled from between them, still dizzy from Lenny's squeezing and struggled to pull her underwear and shorts back up.

Looking at the figure behind George she was surprised to see exactly what Lenny had childishly described; a little black fox with a big shiny knife. Why, he was just a kit! Or was he? She looked closer.

He was shorter than her by a few inches and slim but his face was hard and lined with experience. The way he held the knife, firm and steady, said that he knew how to use it. It was his clothes that had fooled her into thinking that he was so young, he was dressed like most of the skater punks that came into the video store to rent 'Jackass' and 'Jackass2' and stare at her chest while she entered the data into the computer.

"You got a cell phone?" Geno realized that he was addressing her.

"It's in the store. The door's locked"

"Damn"

Behind him the door to the store began to open. The fox didn't look around, but Geno saw that he was using the knife as a mirror to check it out. Soon, the manager stood in the doorway, frowning down on the group.

"Who's this?" the fox asked her.

"My boss."

"Hey mister," he called over his shoulder, "You got a phone in there right? I'll keep these two company, you call 911."

The Doberman pulled a snub-nosed revolver from inside his shirt and pointed at the group. The fox looked around and lowered his knife to his side. He turned to stand beside Geno.

"Okay. You cover 'em and the cat and I will go phone."

"Don't move." The manager said to him in a threatening tone, then he looked at the rat George. "You idiot. Can't you do anything right? I said to wait for me, and where's the blindfold you were supposed to put on her? Now she can identify us all."

Slowly the truth was dawning on her. The bastard had set her up to be raped! The prick would probably have joined in and got his jollies before pretending to chase the culprits away. Get his dick dipped and become a hero at the same time. What an asshole. She was definitely asking the head office for a raise after this.

"Damn, I'm not supposed to do this." The fox mumbled to himself.

"Do what?" She whispered.

"Get involved with the public like this, without orders." What the hell was he talking about She wondered.

Lenny had put his prick away and George was pulling his pants up while the manager berated them, the pistol swinging from side to side as he gestured and swore at them. The fox watched him carefully for a minute them looked around the alley. He whispered to her.

"How you feelin' now? Nerves still on edge or can you run if you had to?"

"I ... I'm okay ... I'm good."

"Then stay behind me and keep up when you see me run like hell." He addressed the Doberman in a loud voice. "Yo, boss man."

The manager looked over, the gun was pointed between them and the rats.

"What?" he replied angrily. "I'll deal with you two in a minute."

The fox had slipped the knife behind his arm and now the handle rested in his paw, tip up.

"You ever see 'The Magnificent Seven'," the fox asked him. "Steve McQueen, Yul Brynner and all them? In particular the duel where James Colburn with a knife takes out the cowboy with the six-shooter?"

"I run a video store; of course I've seen it. Why?" As he spoke the manager lifted his paws, including the one with the revolver in it, in a 'who cares' gesture. The fox's arm shot out.

The fox didn't wait to see where his knife struck; he just turned and ran, grabbing Geno by the paw on his way by. She looked back long enough to see the pistol pinned to the door of the store through the trigger guard, with the manager pulling at it in vain. The rats stood frozen by the sudden movement.

"Get them you idiots." The Doberman shouted. The rats came back to life and took off down the alley after them.

The fox led them through the twisting alleys and lanes, deeper and deeper into the heart of the city. Geno began to wonder why he didn't just find a public area and call for help. Coming to a steel door in a blind entry he slid her behind him and stood with his back to the wall, holding up another knife he'd produced out of nowhere in his left paw. He tensed as the sound of pounding feet approached, passed, and faded away.

Turning to the door he brushed the dirt away from a small window beside the knob. He pulled a blank plastic card from inside his shirt and pressed it against the glass. Glowing numerals, 0 to 9, appeared there. He pressed a series of numbers and the door opened with a click.

Pulling her inside they climbed a set of stairs to another steel door. There he repeated the process. This door opened to a small, modestly furnished apartment.

"What's this place?" Geno asked.

"Safe house. Man, Silver's gonna kill me when he hears about this." The fox looked around. He led her to the kitchen and sat her at the counter. Throwing his hoodie on the stool next to her he said, "Look, I gotta go report in. You stay here. There should be juice and snacks and stuff in the fridge but don't touch anything else, okay?" He looked at her hopefully.

"Sure. Fridge only. Stay right here. Got it capt'n." She threw him a mock salute. "My name's Geno, by the way." She stuck out a paw.

"Uh, Marcel." He shook it. "Pleased to meetcha."

He backed into a bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Geno look around. The apartment was more than clean; it was sterile. There was not a speck of dust on the tables or a single wrinkle on the material of the sofa. It reminded her of her grandmother's house, without the plastic fabric covers. There was one thing that caught her eye, an ultraviolet-light reader, like the ones in the clubs to check the invisible cover charge stamps, but why here?

She saw the blank white card sticking out of the pocket of Marcel's hoodie. Curiosity got the better of her and she drew the card out and inspected it. It had a hole and a lanyard, like the building passes at the university, but both sides were completely blank. I wonder, she thought, and stepped over to the UV reader with the card. Switching the device on, she held the card under it and turned it from side to side. Sure enough, she could read the card under the light.

There was a picture of Marcel, considerably cleaned up compared to his present state. There was a tiny copy of the national flag, indicating a government department. The organization's name was the 'Foreign Operations eXecutive', Geno had never heard of it, funny way of spelling it too. On the back of the card, where employ number, blood type and religion could be listed, was a stylized fox head made from the word 'Fox' written on an angle and mirrored so that the tops of the 'F's made the ears, the 'o's made the eyes and the tips of the 'x's touched to form the snout and whiskers. She suddenly realized that the capitol letters from 'Foreign Operations eXecutive' spelled 'FOX'. Cute.

She put the card back into his hoodie and sat down to wait, mulling over what she had seen in past half hour.

Marcel returned a few minutes later looking worried. He sat on the stool beside her, ignoring the hoodie there.

"We have to wait here until they round those guys up." He told her. "Then my boss is going to want to talk to you."

"You are some sort of secret agent aren't you?" She leaned toward him. "This Silver Guy must be your boss at FOX."

Marcel Jumped up and a black dagger appeared in his paw. "Just who the hell are you lady? What kind of set-up is this?"

Geno explained how she had figured it all out, from his comment in the alley to reading his ID card. Marcel sat back down and the knife disappeared again.

"Dang, tell that to Silver and he'll probably hire you, if he doesn't shoot you that is; he's a stickler for security." Marcel relaxed a bit and looked her over at close range for the first time. "Uh, nice outfit." Realizing that he was focused on her breasts through the revealing top her quickly added "Nice gloves I mean, you know, with the knuckle holes ...and all ..."

"Small talk's not your strong point is it?" She leaned closer and put a paw on his thigh. "You know, you are kinda cute in your little foxy way, and there's something definitely stimulating about being in a secret hideaway being chased by foreign spies." She rubbed his thigh harder.

"Oh, they were just thugs hired by your boss to ..." He began, but Geno interrupted him.

"I SAID," She emphasized, "that being chased by foreign spies was stimulating."

Leaning in to bring her mouth to his she kissed him slowly and deeply while she caressed his leg. Her paw found something long and hard in his jeans.

"Where did you put your knife?"

"It's up my sleeve."

She squeezed her new discovery. "Good. Say, didn't I see a King-sized bed in that bedroom over there?"

"My boss could be here any minute."

"Live dangerously, that's my motto." Geno stood and, taking him by the paw, led him into the bedroom. She lay down on the big bed and pulled him down beside her. She lay back, lips slightly parted invitingly.

Marcel leaned over her and kissed her, slipping his hand into her top and cupping her breast. Geno slid one paw under his shirt while the other sought the button on his jeans. Finding it, her paw was soon inside, teasing his shaft through the material of his boxers.

Marcel trailed the tips of his claws down the white fur of her stomach to the top of her shorts and back again. He contemplated the straps criss-crossing below her top for a moment and flicked the buckles open one at a time. Inserting a digit under them he lifted the top and freed her breasts, the nipples rose on contact with the cool apartment air. He held one breast and kissed its nipple gently, then ran his tongue around the short hairs that surrounded it, making it harden even more. He did the same for the other. Still nuzzling her, he let his paw slip down to the edge of her shorts.

The buckle was the military style that usually takes two paws and some concerted effort to undo, but Marcel's dexterous fingers spread, hooked the metal retaining bands and pulled. With a twist of his wrist the two ends parted. Loosening the shorts took less than a second, and slid his paw inside. He stroked both sides of her vulva where it pressed against her thighs with two fingers, while the middle rested on the entrance between them.

Geno moaned softly and pulled his face to hers, sunk her tongue deep into his maw. Then she leaned back and pulled her top over her head and threw it on the floor. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them off as well. Marcel reached to undo the buckles holding the separate sleeves, one full, one torn, from her arms but she stopped him.

"Those stay, at least until I know you better." Then she rolled on her back, one paw squeezing the opposite breast, the other caressing her vulva. She ran her tongue slowly around her lips.

Marcel could take a hint. He quickly pulled off his own clothes and knelt on the bed beside her. He reached down to take over the task of her lower paw and she raised herself up on one elbow to bring her head level with his pulsing member. Licking her lips once again she bent forward and engulfed it.

She pulled back, but not off, and slid down again, squeezing with her lips, teasing with her tongue, tracing the small slit with it. Her mouth was warm, wet and smooth one second, hot and rough the next as her tongue rasped along his length. Her claws followed the line of his hip down to his sack and back and around. Then one paw was underneath fondling his balls, the other crawling through the fur above his tail. Soon her lips were slowly running up and down the full length of his shaft, her paw squeezing his balls in time with each plunge.

His paw was also busy. He rubbed the outer edge of her mound until she became wet and the inner lips bloomed, hot and pink. He slid one digit inside and ran the rough pad of his thumb between them until he found the hard button of flesh at their apex. Each time he slid his paw down the finger inside rubbed against the spongy pad of sensitive skin there. Each time he pulled it up the thumb caressed her clit. Her hips began to move in rhythm and she spread her legs wider, her tail making lazy loops in the air behind her.

Marcel bent down so that he could let his paw move even lower. The thumb slipped inside her and he worked it around and around. The middle finger, now dripping with her juices, circled her anus, tickling the sensitive skin around the rim as he gauged her reaction. She traced his tail hole in return, and he inserted the tip of his finger into hers.

She was moaning constantly now as his thumb swirled inside her and his finger dove in and out of her ass. Her head bobbed faster as she released his balls to get a grip on his hips so she could drive him deeper down her throat. Then, just when he thought that he could take no more she stopped, squeezing the root of his shaft tight until the urge to cum went away.

Smiling at him she rose and began to kiss his snout and around his eyes, mewing in short gasps. She pressed him down on his back. Placing her knees on each side of him she rose up, rolled her pelvis forward, and trapped the tip of his member in her hot and dripping hole. With a sigh she eased down to take its full length inside her.

Marcel grasped her rump and helped to lift and lower her, slowly at first, then speeding as her breath quickened. Geno clawed at his chest with one paw and pulled at her breasts with the other. She dropped to lie on his chest, her paws went under his arms and onto his shoulders and they began to squeeze, her claws came out and dug into his flesh. Faster and faster she rode back and forth, slick and hot and tight, breasts sliding against his chest, hips tilting up at the top of each revolution, slamming down again to force her clit against his shaft on returning.

Marcel's ass was coming off the bed to meet her with every thrust now. She was biting his neck and calling him her little spy. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and he gritted his teeth in an effort to hold back the eruption. Suddenly Geno threw her head back and cried out. Her hips shuddered up and down on Marcel's cock, polishing it with her swollen clit. She impaled herself on his spear once more and a hot flood spread across his belly. Marcel let himself go, losing all control he erupted inside her. Spasms of pleasure shook him until he was drained. Geno sighed as she felt the sizzling fluid spread within her.

They lay like that for a while, with Geno stretched out on top of Marcel, her head buried between his shoulder and neck. Each tiny movement brought waves of intense sensation, so pleasurable that they hurt. Finally their breathing and their heartbeats slowed and she was able to roll off him. They let the chilled artificial air of the windowless apartment cool their sweat while they each ran a paw along the other's torso.

Marcel sat straight up with a jerk and looked around in a panic.

"What time is it? Silver will be here any minute!" He jumped up and began to gather clothes off the floor, throwing hers to her while trying to pull his own on at the same time.

"Those boxers are supposed to go on before the pants, unless you're trying for a whole new style Marcel." She pointed out helpfully. He frowned and tried again.

Marcel stayed in the bedroom trying to decide whether to remake the bed or strip the soaked covers from it while Geno went to the bathroom to clean up. While she was inside the phone rang and he answered it. After a short conversation he hung up and returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Geno came out of the bathroom with her clothes back on and saw the closed door. Just as she was about to go to it and ask Marcel if he needed any help someone knocked at the apartment's door.

She crossed the room and opened the door. Standing there was a tall silver fox, much older than her or Marcel, dressed in a black suit.

"May I come in?"

"Sure. You must be Silver. Marcel is in the other room."

"And he will stay there until you are gone young lady. My card." He held out a white square of stiff paper. Taking the card she read it slowly then looked up at him.

"Doctor Silver? A psychiatrist?"

"Yes. I am afraid that you have the victim of a disturbed mind Miss Geno. You see, Marcel is a very rich but very deluded boy. He fantasizes about being a spy and uses his considerable inheritance to bring his delusions to life. Those Rats were hired by him, your manager has already left for a new job in Vienna that pays considerably more than he was making here, this is one of Marcel's many apartments, and I am his doctor. You are, unfortunately, not the first young lady to catch his eye and fall victim to his ploy."

"But it all seemed so real, so intense."

"The best that money can buy. It is so sad. But a small part of him wants to be cured; otherwise he would not have called me." The fox sighed. "It is time for you to leave young lady. Please do not bother to try to find this place again. He will lease another apartment and never return here. It is best that you never see him again either."

"Listen, Doc," She put a paw on his arm. "It really was fun playing spy with Marcel. I wouldn't mind doing this again. He was so ... so ... animated ... when we got here. Oh! Maybe I could be the bad spy next time and he can pump me for information!"

"No. That would only reinforce his delusion and prolong his treatment. Maybe one day when all this is behind him he will contact you again under normal social circumstances; who knows? Now, do you have all your things?" He led her toward the door and opened it for her. He escorted her down the stairs and opened the outer door as well.

"Goodbye young lady and good luck."

Just before the door closed Geno turned and stuck her arm out to stop it. The silver fox turned back form the stairs and raised his brows.

"Wait a second. How did he do that with the knife, disarm the manager I mean, if it's all just a fantasy?"

"Martial arts training my dear, and Hollywood props purchased on line. That and a little rehearsal time with the manager so that it looked like the gun was actually pinned to the door. Now, again, good bye." He moved her arm and the door closed between them.

He slid a portion of the stairway panelling aside to reveal a TV monitor. The screen showed Geno standing in the blind entrance looking at the door. After a few moments she shrugged, turned and walked away. The old fox pressed a button and the scene changed to a view of the alley itself. Geno walked its length and turned onto the street, disappearing from sight. He closed the panel, climbed the stairs and re-entered the apartment. Marcel was dressed and sitting at the kitchen counter, looking apprehensive.

"In all my 25 years at the Foreign Operations eXecutive, you are certainly the most pathetic excuse for an agent that I have ever seen."

Marcel's attitude meter shot back into the red. "What do you want from me? They was gonna rape her!"

"Oh, I'm not criticising your actions, they were commendable, but things would have gone smoother if you'd carry a gun like you're supposed to. No, it's your operational security that you need to work on."

"What about Geno, will she be okay?"

"I think so. We'll buy the store and move one of our retirees into the manager's job. A video store will make an excellent drop for our diplomatic contacts; we'll specialize in foreign language films."

"You think that she bought your psychiatrist act?"

"Yes."

"Did she, uh, say anything? About me, I mean."

"She hates you, the rich deluded you, for fooling her like that and never wants to hear from you again. She said that you were 'slime'."

Marcel looked dejected. "Oh well. It was fun while it lasted."

"We have to get going; the cleanup crew will be here soon. By the way, this apartment is monitored twenty-four and seven by video cameras in every room. They are motion activated and they record onto DVDs hidden in the closet by the bathroom." He looked knowingly at Marcel. "There are blank DVDs in the desk drawer; but ..." His brow furrowed, "If I see any of this on You-Tube or whatever I'll stuff your tail so far up your ass that you'll be able to brush your teeth with the tip. Understand?"

"You got it boss."