In contrast to the slim and anemic Jon Tzerny, whose previously successful career as a top Hungarian official of Communist Integrated Intelligence had been so quickly terminated in assassination by the elusive Don Cabot, Janos Kotak was a short, chubby man with coal black hair and large, bushy eyebrows. He was determined that he would never make the same mistake as his unfortunate predecessor.
And as Kotak sat quietly in his new office, blowing smoke rings from the combustion of tobacco in his extra long filtered Russian cigarette, he was musing over some ideas of his own. If Cabot had been in Budapest to seek out Eva Harnecz once, he thought, the intrepid Western agent just might be fool enough to try it again. But this time, it would be Cabot who was the victim, and Janos Kotak would be the hero.
His reverie was interrupted by a tall, slim, prune-faced woman, his secretary, who opened the door to announce that Miss Harnecz had arrived. Although he nodded for her to come in and for his secretary to close the door to his office, her arrival caused a scowl to replace the pleasurable expression on Kotak's craggy face.
He reached into his drawer and drew out a small sheaf of documents after gesturing for Miss Harnecz to be seated. "Your request to leave the country and go to the West for a vacation is out of the question!" he announced sternly, staring at the beautiful young scientist and shoving the documents toward her. "I suggest you tear up these request forms and forget you ever spent the time to fill them out. I am responsible for your well-being. I know… we have many agents and friends in France. But I can't let you go to the West."
A life of worry and constant anxiety had left Kotak with a perpetual expression of concern. He was in every way the complete opposite of the late Jon Tzerny. He sat at his desk facing an angry and Hashing-eyed Eva Harnecz. She had been demanding that she be allowed to take her vacation at the French Riviera. And he knew it would not be easy to convince her that it was out of the question.
"Comrade Kotak, as you know very well, I have earned this rest from my work. The doctors will tell you that I am suffering from strain and nervous exhaustion. It is for the sake of my work that I am requesting this leave, not for my own pleasure!"
Kotak looked at her wearily. Ultimately, the decision was his, but if anything happened to her, whether she was under his immediate protection or out of the country, his life wouldn't be worth a damn. He could see her point, of course. And he had not the, slightest objection to the girl taking her well-earned vacation, providing she stayed in Eastern Europe.
But Eva insisted on traveling all the way to France, of all places. The idea was ridiculous! Utterly impossible! Surely she could see that? He tried again to persuade her of her folly.
"Comrade Harnecz, the man who infiltrated into your office, the man who killed poor Comrade Tzerny, is still alive! He is a cunning and very dangerous man, the most persistent and reckless agent the West has. If I were to permit you to travel to France, no matter how many men I send to guard you, you cannot be as safe as you are here in the East.
"Please. Think of your work and what it means to our cause. Think what would happen to our dreams, to our future, if Western agents should kidnap you! You know very well that there is no one in the world capable of completing your work: you are the most important and the most valuable woman on Earth!
"No!" he concluded, putting all the finality he could muster into his voice. "No, I must absolutely refuse your request. You cannot leave the East, not at the present time, anyway."
Eva stamped her foot on the inch-thick carpet and leaned over his desk, eyes blazing. "Very well, Comrade!" she hissed at him. "And when my work suffers, when I find that I am unable to complete my radar-proof missile, the RPM, I shall tell everyone that it is your fault! Your fault, for not allowing me to relax and renew my energy for the task ahead of me.
"And I shall tell them why you refused to let me go! Because you were unable to protect me! Because you feared that your Department was too weak to guard one woman against enemy infiltration!"
Kotak swallowed nervously. Naturally, she had the respect and attention of the highest authorities in the country. If she did fail to complete her work and blamed him for it his head would roll as surely as if she had been kidnapped while under his care.
What a bastard of a situation! Kotak couldn't see any way out of the impasse. He licked his thin lips, aware that a long silence had fallen in the room.
Eva's eyes began to glitter triumphantly. She knew that she had him just where she wanted him! For months she had looked forward to her vacation in France. It had been three years since she had set foot outside of the East and she was determined that nothing would stand in her way. In any case, it was absolutely true that she needed a complete change of locale and climate. Lately, her work had slowed down, and she was convinced that it was due to lack of relaxation and sunshine.
"All right," Kotak said at last. He stared down at his desk blotter. "You have put me in a position where I can hardly refuse you, Comrade. All right. I shall not stand in your way. But please, I beg of you, take every possible precaution. Speak to no one, man or woman! I shall see to it that you are as well guarded as possible. When do you wish to leave?"
Eva had visibly relaxed. She positively beamed at the worried-looking Kotak. "I wish to leave on tomorrow's flight!" she announced. "And I shall be away for approximately three weeks."
Kotak looked up sharply. "Tomorrow!" he exclaimed. "But that means you'll travel via Paris, running an extra risk that someone from Western Intelligence will spot you! Please, reconsider, Comrade. There's no point in running unnecessary… "
Eva shrugged her shoulders. "What does it matter?" she asked. "Your big brave men will be on the plane to look after me, won't they?" She picked up her handbag from his desk. "Perhaps you'll arrange the tickets and send them over to my apartment tonight. It was a statement rather than a question. Kotak nodded helplessly. Why did these brilliant scientists have to be so temperamental, he wondered. In the old days such insubordination to State Security would have been punished by death… at least.
The man watched as the beautiful girl turned her back on him and walked to the door. She dressed simply but attractively; a light grey worsted suit which hugged her exceedingly well-developed figure tightly. What a waste, he thought, what a terrible waste that such a gorgeous creature should only be attracted to members of her own sex!
Once again, he reflected that such a blatant and barely-disguised sexual desire would have been severely punished in the good old days. Nowadays it seemed that you could get away with almost anything.
Eva unlocked the door of her apartment in the heart of Budapest and danced gleefully into the room, pirouetting like an excited child. Her maid, Magda, a fresh-faced girl of eighteen, came in from the bedroom where she had been dusting and was immediately swung into a close embrace.
“We're leaving in the morning, Magda!" Eva exclaimed excitedly. "We're going to the Riviera! I've managed to fix everything!"
Magda's eyes widened and she broke into a joyful peal of laughter. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands loudly. "Absolutely wonderful! But how did you get around Kotak? How did you persuade him to let us go? You didn't…?" The girl left the question unfinished.
"Of course not!" Eva rebuked her. "I blackmailed him! That's all. Well, don't I deserve a kiss for my pains?" she asked the girl demurely. She pulled Magda tightly against her and let her hands fall until they cupped the maid's buttocks, pressing them with an easy intimacy.
"Oh, yes!" the girl breathed. And immediately put her lips against Eva's, kissing her mistress passionately, her arms stealing up the woman's back and caressing her lovingly.
As they at last broke for air, Eva put her face against Magda's cheek and whispered: "Let's go into the bedroom, my darling. This calls for a very special kind of celebration. After all, it's not every day that someone manages to outwit the head of the security group!"
Arm in arm, the two girls moved into the other room, Eva kicking the door shut behind them. Of all the many young girls she had taken to bed, Magda was the most delightful, Eva thought. She still possessed a quality of innocence, a child-like wonder at the sensual experiences which Eva could offer to her. Her family was peasant people who worked on the land near the Soviet border. Eva had been driving from Kiev after visiting one of the outlying missile sites when her car broke down. Although they did not realize the girl's immense importance, Magda's parents had put her up for the night, regretting that lack of accommodation would make it necessary for her to share the daughter's bedroom.
Next morning, after a night of quiet and leisurely love-making, Eva had told them who she was; and had persuaded them to allow her to take Magda back with her to Budapest.
Since that time, Eva had been unusually faithful to her girl lover, only once or twice allowing her over-abundance of physical affection to get the better of her. Magda was rather nice and on the plump side, providing a striking contrast to the tall and stately Miss Harnecz.
Eva unbuttoned her suit and shrugged her arms quickly out of the sleeves. She unclipped her belt and let the light brown skirt drop to the floor, standing in front of Magda in her imported nylon lingerie -abbreviated bikini panties, a flimsy see-through brassiere and garter belt to match. Her stockings were pulled right up to the tops of her lovely thighs, leaving only a scant inch of bare flesh. She adored the feel of clinging nylon on her legs, loved to have her curves encased in the exciting material.
The most voluptuous costume she could imagine would consist of nothing but diaphanous, gauzy nylon; stretched tautly from her neck to her toes, hugging her breasts, her buttocks and-best of all-her extremely prominent sex mound.
Magda, who was quite gifted with her hands was engaged in making her just such a garment. During the holiday in France, Eva hoped that her maid would complete it and help her to fit the sexy, erotic garment tightly around her limbs, making sure that the close-fitting fabric swathed her body like a second skin.
Now, there were other very exciting sexual pleasures to be engaged in. Eva watched as Magda moved around behind her and started to fumble with the clasp of her brassiere. The maid skillfully unhooked it and helped her arms free of the straps.
The ample and thrusting breasts popped nudely into view. There was one particularly striking feature about them, however. They were certainly on the large size-a generous 38 inches of firm, jutting tit-flesh. But the nipples were so tiny and insignificant that they resembled those of a boy's.
Even when fully erect, the buds were no more than minute pimples; hard and exciting to fondle, but incredibly small for so well-proportioned a girl. The fact that her nipples were so tiny didn't bother Eva, though. Not any more. At first she had been sell-conscious and ashamed of them. But she had quickly discovered that her girl friends were intrigued and fascinated by them. They loved to rub their own, riper, nipples against her small ones and excite themselves by the significant contrast in size.
Magda, in particular, was the proud possessor of larger than average nipples. Hers were nearly an inch long, and had the thickness to match. The maid felt in an odd way that these prize attributes made up for Eva's social importance and position of power, as if her extra-big nipples compensated her for her mistress's standing in Communist society.
At the moment, the girl stood closely behind Eva, looking down over the woman's lovely shaped shoulder to peer at the beautiful breasts with their boyish nipples. She rested both hands lightly on Eva's waist, fingers touching the voluptuous nylon of the girl's garter belt.
"Take my panties off, Magda," her mistress murmured. «But leave my stockings and garter belt on, will you? I think it's much sexier that way!"
Magda stooped down behind the girl and began to slide the waistband of the pants down over Eva's hips. Her face was so close to the beautiful curved buttocks that, as they came into view, she could smell the fragrant perfume which Eva always dabbed between the cheeks.
She raised the folded-up nylon of the briefs over the girl's large, gleaming garters and lowered them slowly down Eva's thighs; letting her fingers brush into the very tight swath of her mistress' stockings.
Eva stepped out of the silky bundle and kept her legs slightly parted, posing in a dominant attitude and looking her loveliest. Magda rose to her feet again, moved around in front of the haughty girl and started to remove her own clothes.
First, the maid's uniform came off. Magda soon faced Eva clad only in her pretty lingerie-a hall-bra which revealed nearly hall her breasts, and so flimsy that the outline of her nipples could be seen plainly sticking through the white cups, red and thrusting; bright yellow panties which were drawn up as tightly as possible into her crotch, accentuating the bulge of her pubic mound and even revealing the slight indentation where her cunt-lips nestled.
Her legs were sheathed in a pair of clinging, skin colored tights. They were so sheer as to be practically invisible unless you looked very closely at them. Which was precisely what Eva intended to do!
The woman waited until Magda had unfastened her bra and let her breasts free of the restraining cups. Then she stepped across the three short paces which separated the two girls and, placing both her hands on Magda's hips, gently inclined the girl backward onto the bed.
When Magda was reclining at full length, her hands innocently at her side, Eva knelt on the floor and began to caress the girl's sexy legs, running her fingers slowly and lasciviously up and down the calves, beginning to stray boldly over the maid’s knees and onto the more interesting territory of her slightly parted thighs.
Eva watched as the supple flesh moved under her fingers, massaging the warm texture of the girl's legs with well-experienced hands. Magda submitted to the treatment passively, knowing that soon her turn would come to perform the same service for her mistress.
Eva's eyes became transfixed on the vulnerable pout of Magda's cunt. It strained softly upwards under the restraining material of the girl's tights and panties, a mound of tantalizing and wonderful heat. And concealed at its center, she knew, were the even more thrilling lips of Anna's cunt!
Forcing herself not to hurry, Eva caressed her hands and fingers allover the girl's limbs, squeezing them underneath Magda's thighs so that she could press and stroke the softer, swelling flesh at the backs of her legs. She could hear the willingly submissive girl beginning to pant-soft, breathy noises coming from her parted lips. Eva put her mouth onto the upper swell of Magda's thigh-as near to the inside as possible-and started to kiss the hot warmth of the girl's skin sheathing tights.
Magda's legs tensed momentarily, then relaxed again as she fought back the urge to press her thighs tightly together against the oral invasion of Eva's lips. Moving almost without the girl being aware of their changing position, Eva's open lips steadily shifted up the inside of her thigh towards the ill concealed curve of her sex-mound.
The woman's fingers, too, had not ceased their perpetual caressing of the maid's legs. They roamed without pause all over Magda's thighs, from time to time straying wantonly up to the girl's cunt-bulge and pressing firmly into the yielding and pliable flesh there.
Then, after perl1aps five minutes of this slow and voluptuous treatment, Eva's fingers began to pluck insistently at Magda's pant tops, worming her fingertips beneath the tight elastic and starting to tug the brief and flimsy garment down over the girl's abdomen. It came gradually away from her tummy, Eva taking up the rim of the stretch-tights as well and bringing them downward at the same time.
Magda's pubic hairs began to show; curly sprouts of jet black tufts which grew in wild profusion around the girl's cunt. Eva, though she had seen them (and kissed and sucked them) on many previous occasions, never failed to thrill at the first sight of her maid's intimate body hair.
She drew in her breath sharply, letting her fingers brush tentatively across the luxuriant growth, making the hairs flatten and then rise again under her touch.
Eva left Magda's panties and tights stretched across the girl's hips so that they came in a clinging line over her maid's thigh tops, running snugly just below Magda's hairy pussy nest. She kept one hand on the inside of one leg, continuing her massaging, while the other hand explored the jungle growth of Magda's warm and intimate pussy.
The girl began to tremble despite herself. Magda wiggled her hips, clenching and unclenching the cheeks of her ass in sexy torment as her mistress deliberately gave herself all the time in the world to carry out her fondling.
Eva was now pushing the very tips of her fingers into the beginning of the wet slit, probing the lips cautiously and exploring the wettened flesh carefully. She had removed her mouth from the girl's thigh and squinting downwards, Magda could see Eva's moist red lips quivering in sexy anticipation… anticipation of fastening them greedily onto her pink and private cunt.
Softly, Eva smoothed the lips well apart; opening them sufficiently to admit the intrusion of her caressing forefinger. Then it slipped firmly downwards and into the precious slit, working right along the full length of Magda's cunt until it finally pushed its way into the velvet hole itself.
It was the slowest seduction she'd given her for ages. Eva could sense the girl's almost uncontainable excitement as she deliberately hesitated for a long minute before thrusting her finger right into Magda's cunt. She could see the lips folded back, revealing the red flesh in all its splendor. Eva shifted up a little, managing to hoist her leg over Magda's outstretched thigh until she was crouching over the girl's leg, her own cunt pressing firmly into Magda's marvelous tights-swathed thigh. She wiggled herself a bit, making the lips of her slit open more widely. Then slowly and rhythmically, the woman rode Magda's leg, rubbing herself up and down on the smooth, firm limb, feeling her cunt rustling silkily against her maid's out-Hung thigh.
Magda started to tense and untense her leg, enabling Eva to feel the muscles vibrating powerfully under her cunt-lips. She raised and lowered her thigh, letting her mistress grind the open flower of her pussy against the silken surface.
Even Eva's powers of self-control were waning. She bent her face a little closer to Magda's inviting slit. She pressed her ripe, moist mouth against the furry gash, kissing it soundly and starting to delve into the milky vulva with her tongue.
This meant that her own cunt was moved further down Magda's legs. The divide of her thighs now pushed into the maid's shin as Eva continued to work herself up and down, forgetting the awkwardness of her position as the feel of the girl's leg provided a thrillingly hard "cock" on which to rub herself off.
Eva kissed and licked into Magda's vulva with tantalizing strokes of her clever wet tongue, reaming the delicious orifice out as thoroughly as she could. The maid's earthy passion was soon brought to a boiling point, and she wriggled her thighs and hips frantically, unable to hold back her explosive orgasm!
Intently, Eva kept her mouth adhered to the fat-lipped slot; sucking out every drop of the girl’s abundant secretions. When she felt that she had brought the girl to complete orgasm, Eva decided that it was time for her maid to playa more active part in their lesbian frolics.
Straightening up, and feeling the lips of her slit snap together once more as she lifted her leg off Magda's, Eva sat down on the bed next to the girl and began to caress her breasts. Her hands moved gently over the firm, young mounds, fondling and turning the large globes and enviously tickling Magda's magnificent nipples into a red and lustful erection.
"It's time for you to dress yourself!" she whispered softly, when Magda's eyes opened. While she spoke, Eva's fingertips caressed the girl's nipples continuously. "Remember? Last time I played the man. Now it's your turn, my darling. Come along, go and put on your cock!"
Magda rose and Eva's fingers rubbed across her breasts as the girl moved away. She went to the dresser and got something out, then stood with her back to the other girl, fumbling at her hips.
Eyeing her closely, Eva could see Magda's fingers pass a length of cord between the cheeks of her buttocks and tug it up tightly so that it disappeared from view. The maid had neither removed nor pulled her tights and panties back into position. Both the garments were still revealingly stretched across the tops of her thighs, exactly as Eva had left them.
Teasing her mistress, Magda turned very, very slowly around to face the girl. And although she knew what Magda would be wearing, Eva was still in an acute state of suspense as she waited to behold her.
Finally, Magda stood proudly in full view. Strapped to her feminine crotch was a monstrously large dildo; leather, spring steel and cunningly tipped with rubber. She started to walk towards Eva and the huge "prick" wobbled with oversized menace!
The bizarre contrast between Magda's indisputably girlish skin and charms and her prick of leather was startling. Eva gulped as she realized that soon very, very soon-she would be feeling the full length of the giant penis inside her cunt. True, it had penetrated her (and Anna) on many previous occasions, but each time it was her turn to be fucked by it, Eva felt the self-same doubts and fears as to her capacity to contain the monster.
Magda came nearer and nearer; until Eva could feel the tip of the cock brushing against her naked belly.
Partly in genuine fear, partly in simulated panic, she backed away on the bed, shaking her head piteously. “Oh, don’t!” she cried. “Please, don’t! I couldn’t stand it! I couldn’t! Have pity on me! Don’t force me to take it!”
But Magda had not the slightest intention of allowing her victim to escape. She seized Eva firmly around her waist and flung her backwards onto the bed, carefully lowering her own body on top of her mistress.
The cold of the phallus’ underside made Eva shiver. It pressed with relentless power into her bare flesh, threatening her with its rubber potency. Magda forced her legs between Eva’s thighs, straddling the girl and plumping the full weight of her body down to pin the hapless female beneath her.
Eva was making half-hearted efforts to escape, her pretended awe and terror of Magda’s dildo being part of the exciting game. Easily, Magda thwarted her, pinioning the girl firmly and unmovable and then bearing her lips onto Eva’s in a crushing, openmouthed kiss.
Magda’s tongue worked remorselessly between her mistress’s trembling lips and she deliberately drove it as far and as deep into Eva’s sweet-tasting mouth as possible. The two girls’ red and shapely lips pressed intimately and daringly together, and Magda’s right hand came up between their practically nude bodies to fondle Eva’s breast. She coaxed the miniature nipple into as hard an erection as it could manage, then began to scratch into the bud with her thumbnail; backwards and forwards across the babyish bud, feeling herself growing more and more excited with each touch.
A flow of secretion was beginning to stain the cord which passed between her thighs, and Magda knew that the time was ripe for her to insert the hard dildo into Eva's cunt.
She fumbled with her left hand at it, getting hold of the dildo around its rubber tip and twisting it until it was placed at the entrance to Eva's slit. She felt the girl tense as the point of the “prick" touched her sensitive cunt-lips. But before Eva could wriggle herself and knock it out of the way, Magda strained her pelvis forwards and upwards, at the same time inserting the dildo a little further into the woman's liquid and sensitive pussy.
Ignoring the continual convulsions which Eva was making, Magda pushed her "cock" deeper and deeper between the fully stretched lips.
Unbending in its permanent, eternal erection, the dildo was driven ruthlessly up and up, finally penetrating Eva almost to its hilt. Then Magda rested for a moment, removing her hand from its guiding hold on the «cock" and sliding it up the girl's body until it lay on Eva's shoulder.
She rubbed the girl's round flesh in a soothing massage, still using her other hand to fondle the pliable orb of her mistress's breast.
Eva slowly positioned her hands around the girl-fucker's back, running her fingers possessively over Magda's buttocks and starting to stroke and knead the jutting white cheeks as if they were made of the firmest dough. She did everything she possibly could to the unprotesting globes. She dragged them as far away from each other as she could stretch them; squashed them tightly together and rubbed them up and down (making the wobbly things clench firmly into the stout cord which kept the dildo in its rigid position). And pinched fingerfuls of the soft flesh between forefingers and thumbs, and being spurred to a harder squeezing by Magda's involuntary "ohs" and “ouches".
Tiring of this amusement, Eva flattened her hands against Magda's buttocks and pressed the orbs as hard 'as she could, making the girl's abdomen strain even more closely against her own. And, of course, forcing the dildo an extra inch or two into her cunt.
Eva's forefinger decided to push its way underneath the taut cord which ran under Magda's ass. She tugged the string slightly away from the girl's deep buttocks crease and got the finger under it, searching up and down the moist indentation until her inquisitive digit found Magda's well-concealed anus. The cord pressed tightly into the back of her finger as she released it, trapping the thing.
Eva began to squeeze her long, sharp nail into the rear hole itself, having to diddle her finger around and around before she was able to gain even the slightest entrance. Finally, she succeeded in getting it in Magda's ass, right up to the second joint.
While she engaged herself on an exciting anus frigging (exciting for both of them!), Magda was starting to flick her with the outsized dildo. The girl held it steady with one hand and, grinding her hips in a very fair imitation of the male animal, drove the fucking machine in and out of Eva's totally blocked cunt.
The hard shaft with the rubber-tipped 11ead was thrust in and out of the girl's tormented cunt. It sent pulses of breathtaking ecstasy through her body, making Eva shudder violently from head to toe.
She searched with her lips for Magda's mouth again, darting her tongue feverishly against the girl's in a lesbian kiss of unashamed passion. Magda could feel her mistress getting nearer and nearer to her orgasm. The girl was quivering with a complete lack of control; straining her tits against Magda's breasts in an absolute frenzy: her fingernails tearing at the flesh of her maid's ass.
Magda had her hand trapped between her own breast and Eva's. She was pinching the woman's minute nipples as if trying in vain to get them to grow thicker and longer. She could feel her own nipples pressing hotly against the back of her fingers, fiery and thick and full of red juice.
Magda fumbled with her fingers at the base of the dildo, adjusting the mechanism which would send a warm stream of lotion jetting from the hole at its crown. She waited until Eva seemed to be on the very brink of her climax, then released her passions.
Eva, as her body went absolutely rigid and she started to climax, felt a sudden gush of hot fluid course mightily up the channel of her cunt and into her vagina. She tore her mouth from Magda's and sank her teeth into the flesh of the girl's shoulder.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, the words babbling out of her mouth in a jumbled-up torrent. "Ah, Magda, Magda. Oh, your cock is shooting into me! I can feel all your lovely come-all of it! Can you feel me coming, darling? Can you? Oh, more! Give me morel Please… oh, darling, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Magda felt her powerful orgasm as Eva's nude body pressed more tightly than ever into hers. The girl tightened her forefinger and thumb around both their nipples, managing to squeeze the two buds at the same time, and let the tickling sensation which had been welling up in her pussy explode!
Wildly, the girls shook their bodies together, urging their naked flesh against one another until neither of them could be sure where their breasts and tummies ended and the other girl’s began. Magda’s ass was a seething hole of finger-fucked fire, Eva’s finger having slid the rest of the way in during their wild contortions.
Following several long minutes of recuperation Magda eased the massive shaft out of her mistress’s cunt. Eva yelped painfully as the hard sides slithered against the sore red walls. Without the excitement of an approaching orgasm, the dildo felt much too hurtful to be enjoyed.
They kissed again, this time a gentle, dreamy meeting of lips which was their way of saying “thanks” to each other for the pleasure they’d received.
Then Eva firmly disengaged her body from Magda’s. “Come along, my pet,” she said briskly. “We’ve got a lot of packing to do if we’re going to catch that plane in the morning,” She pressed Magda’s hand in an affectionate squeeze. “Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to be alone together in France. Much more time than we’ve had here, in fact!”
She began to sort out her clothes from the wardrobe, and Magda folded them and neatly packed them in a large trunk. While she was packing, Eva’s thoughts were straying irresistibly to the prospect of enjoying the company of girls other than Magda! It wasn’t that she found her maid wanting in any respect. Far from it! But Eva was by nature a promiscuous girl. She wanted to broaden her experience as much as possible, and she was very confident that among the international crowd at the Riviera she would find members of her own sex who were only too eager to enjoy the pleasures she could offer to them.
The brilliant girl scientist hummed under her breath as she savored the prospect. It might also be possible the thought struck her, to form a threesome with Magda! That could lead to all sorts of interesting varieties of lovemaking!
It was such a wonderful feeling for Eva to know that she would soon be away from the confinements and restraints of both her work and Communist politics. They could dance, take long walks along the beach. There would be so much time for pure pleasure, with Magda, and with others. The spirit of conquest and adventure filled Eva completely.
She had no inkling of the conspiracies that existed around her, no idea really of what a tremendously valuable person she was to the Communist cause. Her work was at the stage where the chemists and engineers would need at least three weeks testing time before they would have to consult her about the final refinements.
Nothing in the world worried Eva… at this moment.