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Twenty-Eight Days in Athens (greybishop & Trish the Nugg Queen)

She raised an eyebrow, clasping her hands together in her lap. "Or wife? Very progressive of you. I would never have heard someone suggest that back home. All of eastern Europe is... not very current on those issues. I'm not insulted, mind you, just surprised that it's more... casual to speak of in America." Looking down at her chest, she adjusted the robe to better cover her up, folding her arms and enjoying the warm, fluffy embrace. "But no. No husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend... nothing. Sometimes when off duty I take care of my nephews, but I'm not very good at caring for children. I suppose that's why they like staying with me, I let them do what they like as long as they don't bother me too much." A soft smile spread on her face. It wouldn't be long before she finished her current tour and was able to go back home and visit her family again, but it always felt like too much time away and not enough time at home. And then she had to wonder if they'd even be happy to see her...

"So it's both of our first time being married then, I suppose," she said thoughtfully, getting up off the couch and walking back into the bedroom. They really needed to be naked for the massage? This was quickly becoming her least favourite aspect of their mission. Sure, he'd already seen her in her underwear (and commented on it...) but being naked and oily and touched was different. She pulled the robe off and dumped it on the end of the bed, before struggling to reach behind her back to unhook her bra. Her fingers flailed at the straps, unable to gain any purchase on it. "Nyet, nyet… Der'mo!" Blushing like a peach, she cleared her throat, knowing there was only one way out of this. "Golubchik, could you please come and help me with, um... removing this? I need a little help."
 
When Milena called to him it struck a chord within David. And not just because when he looked up he saw she was in her underwear again, though David did appreciate how her long, toned legs led up to a very cute little tush covered by nothing but skimpy lace panties. No, what David noticed was how Milena seemed to be struggling with the clasp of her bra; most of the gals he’d known had learned how to get theirs open by the time they were fourteen, and he’d learned how to get one open one-handed and from the front by the time he was sixteen. It was time to see if something he suspected was correct. “Of course golubchik” he replied as he put down his phone and walked into the bedroom.

David stood quite close to Milena, lightly grasped her hands and gently guided them to her sides. Then instead of simply undoing the Russian woman’s bra, David rested his left hand on her shoulder near her neck and touched her between her shoulder blades with the back of his right hand’s fingers. “You know, I find it rather hard to believe you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend Milena. A woman as smart, professional and beautiful as you?” David stroked the back of his fingers lightly over the Russian’s soft skin. “I think some of the escorts we talk to are going to be very disappointed we aren’t really looking for a threesome.” David chuckled a little. “Alright, let’s see about this clasp.”

But David still didn’t undo Milena’s bra. Instead he slipped his two index fingers under the band near the clasp, so that his fingernails were up against her warm back; as he ran his fingers outwards he commented “As I suspected, the band is too tight.” When he got to the straps David switched up his fingers and ran them up along Milena’s back under her bra straps until he got to the top of her slender shoulders. Then he tugged upwards on the straps a little as he also said “These seem a little tight too, dear;” David couldn’t really tell but was pretty sure that as he tugged, the Russian’s pert breasts bounced a little as her bra cups were pulled upwards. He wondered what she might think of that.

Then David finally got around to putting his hands on the clasp to Milena’s bra and undoing it. But instead of just letting the band drop open he slowly opened it up; he may have just been revealing a thin strip of her back that had been covered, but he tried to make her feel as if he’d just undone a front clasp bra and was revealing her breasts to him. “Very nice” he commented, just before he finally let go of the band and let it drop. “But it looks like the band left a little mark.” David’s fingertip traced softly over the pale skin of Milena’s back, along the line of where the band had been. Then he placed the fingers of both his hands on her back, perilously close to the sides of her breasts, as he used his two thumbs to gently massage to either side of her spine where the clasp had been; “This area looks a little sore too. You might want to have them work on it a bit down in the spa.”

Then David took his hands off Milena’s body and went back to sit on the couch and look at his phone; he didn’t close the bedroom doors and also kept tabs on the Russian from the corner of one eye. He didn’t think she would throw a vase at him because of how he’d just “helped” her, but he’d been wrong about things like that before …
 
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"Golubchik," she corrected his pronunciation, "but you were very close. It means honey, darling, sweetheart, etc. I know no one is around to hear us, but... we should stay in character as much as possible in private. So we don't forget." Sure, that was the only reason. Not because it felt nice to call him that, to feel like she really did have a handsome doting husband who would drop everything to help her out when she was in a difficult situation. Almost as much as she liked his fingers gently touching the soft, warm skin of her back. Where he was touching her, and the way he touched her, it was like he just wanted to feel her, to make skin-to-skin contact, and the unclasping of the bra was just an excuse to do so. She bit her lip, standing still.

"Maybe it is too tight," she said, ignoring his comment about a threesome. "I normally wear, you know, sports bras, not all this lacey lingerie. This fits much better for an elegant upper-class wife, though, so I ordered some before coming to Athens. They're probably not the right size." She tried not to blush too much as her breasts jiggled slightly, wondering if he was doing that on purpose. She wasn't sure whether she'd like it or not if he was. Standing as they were, with him behind her and holding her sides while she was left in nothing but her barely-there panties, she definitely knew that she wanted his fingers to come forwards and cup her bare little breasts. His touch was surprisingly gentle for such a strong man, his hands big and warm against her naked goosebumped flesh. Her eyes flickered closed, and she began to lean back into his touch, but before she knew it his hands were gone. All of him was gone.

She sighed softly, pulling her panties down her long legs now that she was left alone in the bedroom once more. "Thank you, golubchik." She grabbed the robe once more, stepping out into the living room as she was still putting it on - He was going to see her naked when they were getting their massage together anyway, so it was better to get that first glance over and done with now. Still, it was strange to let herself be seen like this. Nudity was weakness for a female soldier, and the women in the army had less chance for weakness than the men. Weak male soldiers would be picked on - Weak female soldiers would be raped. No military on Earth was terribly good at dealing with sexual assault within their ranks, but especially not the Spetsnaz. She always had to be bigger, tougher, more intimidating than everyone around her or they'd take the opportunity. So it was strange to be doing this now, but then again it was stranger still to feel so comfortable around someone she'd not even known for twenty-four hours yet. This whole situation was just... bizarre.

She closed up the robe, tying it up comfortably snug, closing off the view of her perky chest, toned stomach, and pink skin between her thighs from where she'd recently shaved her pubes for the first time in ages. "Alright. Are you ready now, David?"
 
David held out his arm and escorted his “wife” down to their couples massage; as they made their way through the five-star hotel in their complimentary bathrobes and slippers, no one gave them a second glance. In places like this the entire building was their home away from home, and if they were more comfortable going to the spa, or the pool, or breakfast in their robes then so be it; membership had its privileges.

As they rode down in the elevator David was unusually silent. He was considering Milena’s response to how he’d “helped” her get her bra off; the younger Russian woman hadn’t thrown a vase at him, or even really balked at what he’d done in any way. He’d noticed how she’d stood very still as he was touching her, heard her silly comment about sports-bras, seen the cute goosebumps on her skin and most especially, noted how she’d leaned back into his touch instead of pulling away from it. Even before Milena had peeled off her panties and came strutting into the living area in a partially open robe, David knew she was offering her body to him. But should he take it?

It wasn’t a question of whether he wanted to; that was an easy one. The twitching under David’s robe and boxers very clearly gave him that answer; he thought Milena was astoundingly desirable and had been tempted to cancel their massage, peel off her panties and take her then and there. But the mission they were on together was important even if impossible, and had consequences if they failed; not just in terms of global stability, but for their jobs as well. If they fucked up, or just weren’t successful, it definitely wouldn't be career enhancing. David didn’t really give a shit about that at this point, but he wondered how it might affect Milena. Not that he was supposed to give a shit about some Russian officer either; in fact one of his secondary objectives was to try to recruit her. But she’d been so earnest and sweet and fucked up that David found himself not wanting to hurt her that way, even if a part of him wanted to push his “wife” up against the elevator wall and bang the shit out of her from behind; so what if they were caught on camera? They were “married.”

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Down in the spa they were greeted by a perky young Greek gal named Eleni. The hostess checked her computer screen then quickly showed Milena and David into a large, beautifully appointed treatment room; the décor was lovely in a Mediterranean way, the two tables looked luxuriously comfortable and there was plenty of sunlight. “Mr. and Mrs. Ivers, this will be your room” Eleni explained. “You can disrobe in whatever way you feel comfortable and then lay down on the tables, the therapists will be with you shortly and start on your backs. There are towels over there” Eleni gestured, “and bottles of water over there.” The young Greek smiled. “Enjoy your treatment.”

Once they had the room to themselves, David grinned at Milena and then gestured at the tables. “Ladies first, golubchik …”
 
The way he always insisted on walking together with their arms laced together was quickly starting to grow on her. It was nice just to be close to someone, she realised - she'd been touch-starved for so long, even just having her arm hooked with his made her melt. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about... well, the other things a married couple would typically do on holidays together. David was handsome and sweet, and seemed to genuinely care about her... She hadn't been fucked since her academy training, not wanting to get too close to someone who might hurt her, in deeper ways than just leaving her heartbroken. But David... It was strange, she'd known him for such little time yet she felt she could trust him more than most other people she'd met. Perhaps it was just that with this undercover work she was letting herself be vulnerable for the first time, and apart from his lighthearted teasing he hadn't taken advantage of it. In fact, he seemed to respect her more than the others back home.

She smiled softly at Eleni, still finding the staff's unerring chipper-ness to be grating, but she was trying to be on her best behaviour after last night's little embarrassment. She still felt utterly out of place in here - her partner of course had been much more comfortable with their cover than she had, but that only added to her need to open up and rely on his guidance. When they were left alone, she loosened her robe, letting it fall off her shoulders while she poked her tongue out playfully at her partner. "It's nothing you haven't already seen, now, anyway. I can't help but think that maybe you wanted me to undress and lie on the table first so that I wouldn't see you undressing." A mischievous grin spread across her face as she sat back onto the table, sitting on the edge with her feet still flat on the floor. "I think maybe you have a tiny little American dick that you don't want me to see. I've heard Americans circumcise their cocks and it leaves them small, so you all make the biggest cars and have the biggest military to compensate for the fact you can't pleasure your wives." She giggled, giving him a playful little kick. "Am I wrong?"
 
David laughed as Milena started giving him shit while she stood in front of him as naked as the day she was born; this gal was really something, and not just because she had a hot, tight body. “Well, you’re partially right” was all David said in reply.

As the American took off his robe Milena could see David still had the fit body of an athlete; he continued to hit the gym regularly and had even more time for that now that he was serving in Baghdad. But his build was more wiry than big; he’d always played second base or shortstop, where he had to move around way quicker than the guys in the outfield. His chest was covered with a layer of fuzz that matched the stubble on his face and she could see he had a nice tan going on everywhere outside of his boxers.

David had put on the underwear in case Milena had decided to wear hers for the massage; he figured he’d mirror whatever she did, in part to help her feel comfortable and in part because he thought that’d help support their cover story. He was kind of surprised when she glossed right over the ‘underwear’ and ‘towel’ options, but wasn’t complaining or embarrassed about it. As David whipped off his boxers Milena got the answer to her question; his six inch, circumcised cock flopped free for her to take a gander at. David knew he wasn’t porn star material, even if he did grow another half inch or so when he got hard, but he kept himself shaved and also trimmed his pubic hair, so he’d never gotten any complaints.

David leaned back against his table mirroring Milena’s posture and just looked her over; he imagined that at that moment the two of them must have looked like a couple of nine year olds, staring at each other while they tried to figure out how to start ‘playing Doctor.’ Going with that thought David then reached out with one of his feet and playfully pushed his toes up against Milena’s; as he started to play footsie with the Russian, David asked her “So, what do you think? Will I be able to pleasure my wife?”

That was of course when the two therapists walked in; David wasn’t the least bit bothered by that, since he suspected what the therapists saw was a loving couple getting ready for their massage. The gal in the lead was a Dutch woman named Mariska; she looked like she was a very fit forty year old and seemed to be the one in charge. Behind her was a tall Czech named Marek, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, a little bit older than David; Marek’s English was only so-so, which might have been why Mariska was running the show. Neither therapist seemed to mind that Milena and David were nude, and after Mariska had asked them both a simple series of health related questions the Dutch woman told them both to hop up on their respective tables face down. Then the therapists got their hands oiled up and Mariska started working on David while Marek started in on Milena’s neck and shoulders; as he felt himself loosening up David turned his head so that he could see if his ‘wife’ was enjoying being pampered …
 
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The cheeky smile on Milena's face slipped away the more David undressed, until she realised she was staring at him and looked away. He was certainly bigger than the last guy she'd been with, and while she preferred the appearance of uncut cock, she couldn't deny that his looked surprisingly nice. His trimmed hair certainly helped, though. At his forward question, she looked away, blushing bright pink. From the tone of his voice, this wasn't just his usual teasing, though he'd been doing plenty of that in the time they'd known each other. No, he seemed to genuinely be asking if she liked it, if she thought it'd feel nice to... god... How was it that just seeing it could make her like this? Wanting to get on her knees and lick and kiss all over his gorgeous shaft, while he stroked her hair... She wasn't some common whore, she was a decorated war hero, a Spetsnaz agent. But with David... well, she'd felt closer to him than she had to anyone in a long time, as though his simple kindness was pulling her out of the shell she'd built up over so many years.

"I, um..." she began to answer, but then the two massage therapists arrived and she quickly took the opportunity to pull back out of the conversation. She dove down flat on the table, hiding her face and chest into the clean white surface. Marek's hands felt so soothing against her bare skin, all warm and slick with oil, with skill she hadn't expected. She must have been extremely tense though - he almost didn't seem to know what to do about the tight muscles of her back and neck, massaging them as hard as he could without wanting to hurt her. She ventured a glance over at her 'husband', noticed his eyes on her, and immediately looked away again. Hoping to make a distraction, she began making small talk with Marek in his native Czech, asking how long he'd been in this business, how long he'd lived in Athens, and such.
 
David relaxed when he saw Milena starting to loosen up; she hadn’t leapt off the table when Marek started massaging her and now seemed to be chatting away with the Czech amicably enough. “Good girl” he thought. “Act like this is no big deal to you, like it’s not your first time.” Even though David was pretty sure it was her first time; the way she’d looked away and blushed when he’d pulled off his boxers had kind of confirmed that. It was strange to see her that way; delightful to some extent, but she still seemed awfully … innocent maybe? Which was really weird to David, given what (little) he knew about Milena’s past from Langley’s files; even though she was kind of young she’d seen some shit, and probably done some shit, so why the blushing bride routine when they were together like this? Was she trying to play him, or was she really that … inexperienced in her personal life?

David had told Mariska he liked a firm massage and the Dutch woman didn’t hold back; her hands were as strong as hell and he was moaning and groaning happily soon enough. When she got to his ass she kneaded it like two mounds of bread dough, and when she jammed her thumbs into his cheeks from the side to get at the pressure points underneath his legs lifted off the table for a second. David looked to the side too late to see how Milena had coped with that part of her full back massage and he really wondered what her reaction to Marek touching her that way had been.

When Mariska asked David to flip over he got to see what his reaction to the massage so far had been; he was hard as a rock. David didn’t think that had anything to do with the Dutch woman; she was attractive certainly, but David didn’t usually react this way. He knew it was because Milena was lying across from him, and had been staring at his cock earlier. The Russian woman hadn’t answered his final question before the therapists came in and he realized he wanted to give her a little more “evidence” to help her reach a favorable conclusion. David knew Mariska wouldn’t care and had probably seen hundreds, maybe even thousands of hard cocks during her career, so when Milena flipped over David let his gaze roam over the Russian woman’s hard, tight body just like a husband’s would; as Marek started in on Milena’s front, David tried to see if her nipples were as hard as his shaft.

Mariska was just as professional with David’s front as she had been with his back; she never touched his groin and just seemed to ignore it as she worked all the kinks out of the rest of his body. Though when she finished up his legs and said “All right Mr. Ivers, you’re done,” David did catch the Dutch woman glancing at his hard cock for just a second and grinning a little, as if to say “Except for that, which your very pretty wife will have to take care of.” Then Mariska went on talking while Marek finished up Milena’s front. “You can rest here for a bit, but we have to get the room ready for another couple at twelve.” The Dutch woman gestured towards a clock on the wall. “If you’d like to shower here, they’re through that door.” Another gesture. “I hope you enjoyed your treatment and also hope you enjoy your stay with us.” And with that the two therapists gathered up their things and left the room; they were both far too professional to suggest a tip and David knew he could just add that to the bill when he signed for it.

David was kind of floating around in a relaxed haze as he lay there, but he was still able to look at Milena lying across from him and smile; her nude, oiled body looked absolutely fabulous and he felt his hard cock twitch a little as he looked at her. “So, golubchik, how did you like your massage?”
 
Marek proved quite likeable and intelligent, the conversation distracting Milena from just how uncomfortable she was with the situation she was in. The massage was soothing, of course, but she couldn't shake her discomfort. She didn't mind being nude in front of Mariska and Marek - they'd seen it all before, it was like being naked in front of a doctor. No, it was David that was bothering her. The way his eyes trailed up and down her slender, pale figure, his gaze hungry. The way his cock had looked, hanging free in front of her for the first time... How could she not wonder how it felt? How it tasted? The more she thought about it, the less his teasing seemed to be just about getting a rise out of her, and more out of genuine desire for her... She still wasn't entirely sure what to make of that. She liked him, felt safe with him, but they were supposed to be working. Being a wealthy couple fucking like rabbits on holiday was only supposed to be their cover, while they tracked down an extremely dangerous Salafist assassin. Could they really manage to balance both?

She hadn't actually realised Marek's hands were on her buttcheeks until she felt his thumbs sliding between the peachy mounds, eliciting a piercing shriek from her as she suddenly shot up. "S-Sorry... Sorry..." Blushing profusely, she gave a string of apologies in Czech as she settled back down into position, though clearly Marek decided that part of her body had had enough by now, and got her to flip over. She did as directed, but refused to look over at her 'husband' - She knew full well she'd just given him plenty more ammo for teasing her. She was surprised by the way Marek's hands glided over the front of her body - The only real exposure to massage she'd had was through porn, so she was expecting a lot more handsy-ness on her cute little breasts and along her inner thighs, but his touch was detached and utterly professional. Peeking down at his pants subtly, she noticed he wasn't even hard - Perhaps he was gay? She didn't want to lean too far into stereotypes, but it wasn't so hard to believe a male masseuse would play for the other team.

By the time they were done, Milena had lost all track of time, left in a daze with her skin tingling all over from the oil. Her whole body had released so much tension that she felt like her bones and muscles had been replaced with jelly. "Th-Thank you, very much... Sorry again for my little outburst." When they were gone, she looked over at David, her eyes going wide at his cock standing at full attention, as though it was just waiting for her to climb up, straddle him, and bounce on his length until he filled her belly up. "It was... strange. And good. It looks like you enjoyed it a lot. Did your boss not pay extra for the happy ending?" She giggled playfully, still lying there on the table, too softened to move.
 
David grinned at Milena’s comment then glanced down at his erection. “Real therapists don’t do that kind of thing silly. Plus, I think Mariska was expecting my wife to take care of that; that’s why she told us we could have the room for a few more minutes.” David mustered up the strength to sit up and roll off the table; as he did his hard cock bounced in front of him. He crossed the short distance between the tables so that he was standing next to Milena and looking down at her.

David’s eyes roamed freely over the Russian woman’s nude, oiled form once again, then he looked at her pretty face and grinned. “How about you? Were you hoping for a ‘happy ending’ from Marek? Was that why you were flirting with him?” David pretended to look cross and started speaking in a mock serious tone. “That isn’t the sort of behavior I expect from my wife. Embarrassing me in front of strangers.” A part of David really wanted to reach out and begin playing with Milena’s sexy body; he was pretty sure that if he spread her legs and climbed on top of her, she wouldn’t have objected in the least. But he was still hesitant about going down that road, and also knew they really didn’t have the time for it. So instead he just reached out, took one of the Russian’s slender hands in his, and held it as he looked at her pretty eyes and spoke to her gently.

“Actually you did great. Just went with the pampering like it was no big deal. Well except for when you shrieked that is.” David grinned to show that was no big deal. “And flirting with him a little also makes sense; if we’re gonna pretend to be swingers, we need to act the part.” David gave Milena’s hand a little squeeze and then helped her get up. “C’mon golubchik, why don’t we keep up the act and shower together down here … ‘

David grabbed their robes and a couple of towels, then put on his slippers for the short walk to the showers. The stalls adjoining the treatment rooms were bright, clean and spacious, and also fully stocked with complimentary soaps and hair care products; given how much the massage had cost, that didn’t surprise him at all. Once he’d gotten the water running nice and warm, he kicked off his slippers and gestured at the stall. “After you my dear …”
 
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Milena frowned, willing herself to not look down at David's erect, wanting cock. It was close enough that she could reach out and touch it, stroke it... but instead she just kept her hands in her lap. "We weren't flirting, just talking. And he made for more interesting conversation than my dull husband," she teased back, smiling cheekily. She hadn't been expecting him to hold her hand, but it was surprisingly pleasant; his hands were big and warm, the intimate contact of their skin comforting her that he really was proud of how she'd done. She hopped down from the table, her whole body still buzzing from the massage, and gave his hand a little squeeze back. Laying her other hand against his bare chest, her fingers lovingly stroked the hairs, as she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his.

She let out a happy little sound, halfway between a squeak and a moan, sinking into the plush warmth of his lips, nudging the side of her nosetip up against his. She liked the way he tasted even more than she thought she would, but she liked the way his cock throbbed hot and hard up against her silky pale thighs as well. It'd be so easy to lay him down on the table again, climb on top and mount him... But no, even if they really were married she wouldn't have done that here. She had to wonder how many couples had, though. Surely they cleaned this place quite thoroughly after each massage? She pulled away from the kiss slowly, touching her forehead with his. "Of course, love. The 'act'."

Of course, they didn't have separate showers to themselves, why would a married couple need that? She kicked off her own slippers, stepping into the stream of steaming water, feeling it cascade down her gentle curves. She faced away from him, pointing her butt out at him just a little, enough to show it off without making it obvious she was doing so deliberately. "You're quite welcome to, umm... handle that problem down there yourself. I don't mind if you jerk off in here." She didn't suggest that she could help though, of course.
 
David laughed lightly at Milena’s cheekiness, both verbal and physical. So as he stepped into the shower he grabbed a soft washcloth, got it nice and sudsy with warm water and shower gel, then stepped up very close behind the Russian woman, basically trapping Milena between his body and the stall’s cool, slick walls; David wasn’t touching her yet, just hovering very close and giving her nowhere to go. He had to raise his voice a little over the sound of the water, but he still kept it light. “Jerk off? What kind of thing is that for my ‘wife’ to say? Isn’t ‘handling problems like that’ a basic wifely duty?” After a short pause David went on. “Here, I’ll try to show you how a proper husband would act right now.”

David tossed the washcloth over his shoulder for a second, then used both his hands to gather up Milena’s long, lovely hair and drape it over the front of one of her shoulders; with that done he started to gently wash the oil off the soft pale skin of her toned back. While one of David’s hands rested lightly on the Russian’s shoulder, sort of holding her in place he stepped even closer to her and his cock slipped up over the top of her slick ass and glided over her lower back; it might have been accidental, but at this point he was pretty sure she’d be wondering if it wasn’t. Then again, after the way Milena had kissed David back in the treatment room and also not flinched when his manhood had brushed against her silky thigh, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind either way.

Once he’d finished cleaning Milena’s back David put the washcloth aside and then let his bare hands settle onto the Russian’s body right where her bra clasp had been. “There, my wife’s back is nice and clean” he said with a smile in his voice. “Now let’s see how Marek did taking care of where your bra was too tight; his tip is riding on it.” David lightly ran his soapy fingers over Milena’s back, then settled his hands so that his thumbs were on either side of her spine and his other fingers were splayed wide; as before his little and ring fingers were almost touching the sides of Milena’s bosum. David started moving his thumbs, massaging her lightly and as he did his slippery fingers happened to splay out a bit wider, now definitely also stroking the sides of her breasts. “Hmm, he seems to have done a good job. The red is all gone. Does that feel alright to you?” David worked Milena’s back (and other parts) a bit more, then stopped. “I guess he did well enough to earn a good tip.”

David stepped back from Milena and then rinsed her back off. “Alright my dear, I’ll let you take care of the rest of you while I wash up. But let me know if you want to do your hair too and if I can help with that.” As David began washing himself he could see that he was still hard as a rock, which didn’t surprise him in the least; what he’d need for that was a cold shower, all by himself. “But maybe when you’re done you can try to be a good wife, and at least do my back for me” he added with smile.
 
She was admittedly a little worried when he said he'd 'show her how a proper husband would act'. Was he going to start feeling her up? Slip a hand between her thighs, a finger between her lips? But instead, he just began washing the massage oil from her back - An intimate and tender moment between the two of them, but much less sexual than she'd expected given his raging hard-on. "Well, what do you really expect me to do? I think stroking your cock would go against the proper protocols of our assignment together. Doing anything more than that *definitely* would. Really, you should be glad I'm giving you the opportunity to relieve yourself at all. At least in Russia, it's not very appropriate to masturbate in the presence of a woman you've known for less than a day. Perhaps things are less prudent in America, but I doubt it. You Americans can't even see nudity on television without having a moral aneurysm."

When he was done, she turned around, returning the favour by gently scrubbing his muscular back clean. "Speaking of our assignment, we can't let our massage together distract us from what we're really here for. Playboy is out there somewhere, presumably with some pale Greek girl's lips wrapped around his cock. Even if we have nothing to go off, what would sound better to our superiors? 'Oh, sorry Assad's brains are all over the conference room floor and the peace talks have deteriorated, we were too busy getting a pampering spa treatment' or 'we at least found somewhat solid leads on this assassin so we can get him next time'?" She sighed, bringing the cloth down to David's firm rear, cleaning away the oils. "Sorry, but my duties to the Russian Federation come before my duties as a fake wife."

She cleaned her hair herself before stepping out of the shower, finding the outside pleasantly warm - Getting out of the shower into a cold room was always the worst. "We can visit the Dybbuk tonight, it's one of the more popular clubs. Our Playboy seems like the type to hide in plain sight; he's smart about not getting caught, but can't help wanting to be in the spotlight, wanting to be seen being a fifteen-year-old boy's definition of 'cool'. We'll have to talk more about this swinger disguise we're putting on, though."
 
David was a little surprised by how businesslike Milena had gotten all of a sudden. He thought he might’ve pushed her too far in the shower, or maybe she’d just suddenly remembered that failing in their mission would have consequences; it was tough for him to tell exactly. At least she scrubbed his back though, so she wasn’t completely pissed at him. “Thanks” was all he said after she’d washed him, and then he stayed in the shower and turned the spray to cold for a minute or two after she’d stepped out; that did the trick.

As David was toweling off he briefly commented on the plan for that evening. “Starting with Dybbuk sounds fine. After that I guess we could try Enzzo De Cuba; it was on the list and also seems like the kind of place that would appeal to this guy.” After David pulled on his robe he added “And sure, we should talk more about how we’re going to play this before we head out.”

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The ride up in the elevator was quiet and David didn’t make a lot of chit chat as he got himself dressed. Finally he said “Alright, I have to go get our things. I’ll be back in plenty of time to get ready for tonight. If you need anything, you have my number.” Then he headed out the door.

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After a long, meandering walk to see some sights and get a little exercise David ended up back at another upscale hotel not far from the King George; he walked straight through the lobby to a bank of elevators in the back, rode up to a random floor and then walked back down to the one he was really going to. He knocked on the room number that’d been texted to him and saw a familiar face, but didn’t say anything until the door had been closed and locked behind him.

“Greg, what the hell are you doing here? I was expecting some random logistics guy.”

As they shook hands the man in the room answered. “We flew in last night. Langley’s expecting big things from you man; already talking about a rendition. So they wanted us here on standby. The Chief’s as happy about that as she is you being here, so she’s got us doing scut work instead of her people.” Greg gestured to a suitcase on one of the beds, opened it up and then pulled out all the clothes inside; he held up one particularly tacky Hawaiian style shirt. “I picked this one out just for you.” David laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Show me.”

With the suitcase empty Greg then popped open the inner compartment to reveal two handguns with accessories and a bunch of cash nestled in foam. There was a compact Glock and a subcompact as well, both in 9mm, along with a couple of spare magazines, an inside the waistband holster, an adjustable shoulder rig and a pocket/purse holster too; David figured the compact and the IWB were for him, and the other gear was for Milena. There was supposed to be 10K in euros, mixed between 50s and 100s and as David started counting the money he looked up at Greg. “They’re talking about a rendition already? That’s pretty fucking optimistic. How many of you did they send? And what’s the Chief’s problem?”

Greg pulled a couple of Heinekens from the minibar, popped one for David, then sat down and had a sip before he answered. “Like I said man, they’re expecting big things from you, don’t ask me why, I just go where I’m told. Though maybe not that big yet; for right now it’s just me, Billy, Curtis and Jack. But more guys are on standby.” Greg had a little more beer. “As for the Chief, I guess she’s saying she thinks what they got you doing is a waste of time. Though I think it’s more she’s pissed they flew in the pros from Dover instead of letting her people handle it.” Greg held up his hands. “Don’t worry I’m making nice, doing whatever while we wait, but I did also say supporting you comes first. Which’s why I’m here playing errand boy.”

David shook his head as he counted and looked up at Greg. “Fucking office politics” he muttered. “Okay, yeah it’s all here.” As David signed for everything Greg handed him a post-it with a local number on it. “My local cell, in case you need to get me direct.” David sat down and had a beer with Greg, then they shook hands and he was back out the door, suitcase in hand.

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As David rode down to the lobby he thought about where things stood. On the one hand he was on a borderline impossible mission with an unknown quantity Russian partner, and now had the local Chief pissing on him as well. On the other he had a suitcase full of guns and money, and Greg and the boys were lurking in the wings too. All he really needed now was a lawyer or two, but he knew there were a bunch of them waiting back at Langley in case the shit really hit the fan.

As he walked out of the hotel into the bright Athenian sunshine David popped on his sunglasses; it looked like it was going to be a great day. He was in such a good mood that he even nodded politely at a couple of Greek cops he passed on the way back to his hotel …

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Back in their room, Milena waited until he was done and had left before dropping her own towel. She dressed in simple, comfortable clothes - plain hipster briefs, a pair of dark grey sweatpants, a tank top, and a hoodie. While her partner occupied himself with collecting their things - getting out of discussing their cover tonight, perhaps intentionally, she'd noticed - she decided to conduct a little more research on the Dybbuk, and on the Islamic State's stake in the Syria situation. The latter primarily involved going over information she already knew, but it certainly didn't hurt, and she had little else to do while waiting for David to return.

What did she make of the American she'd been dumped with? She still wasn't quite sure. He was much less insufferable than she'd expected when she was first told she'd be working with on of them, but he seemed much more interested in teasing and flirting with her than in doing any real work. Though perhaps it wasn't so much her partner that she'd taken issue with, and more her frustration at the seemingly hopeless 'needle in a haystack' assignment they'd had piled onto them. Sure, it was still very early days, but the higher-ups always expected results much sooner than was reasonable, and she didn't have much faith that by the time the month was up they'd have managed anything more than hopping between Athenian clubs, each one seedier than the last. Perhaps it was easier just to increase security for Assad to catch the little bastard in the act.

She needed a little something to help settle her thoughts. She grabbed a grape wine cooler out of the minibar, popping the top off as she called up the office on her mobile. "Strelkov, it's Reznikova."

"Ahh. Anything to report yet?"

"Nothing worth reporting. We've had an expensive dinner and a massage so far. The Americans keep meddling, getting in the way of any real work being done. If they had their way completely, we'd be kicking back smoking pot and getting foot-rubs while this Hezbollah-trained cuntflap shoots up half of Athens."

"Mmm. Get ready for even more meddling. One of ours overheard your boy collecting the weapons and such from his contact, there's more US agents in Athens than you'd expect. His English isn't great, so he didn't understand all of it, but the fucking Yankees are apparently everywhere. Be careful, is all I'm saying. You're sure your place isn't bugged?"

"By ISIS, or the Americans?"

"Either. Both."

"Not the Americans. Not this one, anyway. Seems he has a taste for giggly foreign girls who fawn over him. He trusts me, at least enough to have a hope of getting into my pants."

"Mhmm. Just remember that, even if we're working together on this one out of convenience, these are still the Americans we're talking about. They're not our friends."

"You don't need to remind me. Anything the Second Directorate can tell us about our boy from Philly?"

"Ingram? He seems mostly clean, as far as we can tell, and as much as an American can be. Doesn't seem like he'll be a threat to us, but keep an eye on him all the same. Report back whatever you find."

"I can't tell you any more than I know. He's rather... Bohemian, for someone of his position. He seems to like me well enough. Look, I'll call back when there's something to report, and I get another moment to myself. I've already started missing my privacy."

She hung up before Strelkov could protest. So the Americans had brought in more of their own, for what purpose? Clearly home office didn't think it was a plausible threat yet, but she wasn't so sure these extra Yankees were here for taking out the Playboy. No, having Assad and the GRU involved here in Athens could be a prime opportunity for them to do... something. More unclear intentions, exactly what she needed right now. She sat back, cold drink in hand, and flicked through documents and articles as she waited for David to return.
 
When David got back to their suite he immediately noted how Milena looked; like some twenty-something hipster kicking back, vice the Russian trophy wife of a successful American businessman. But his initial ire quickly evaporated; that look actually made a lot of sense if say housekeeping or whoever came to call. With her Sugar Daddy away, why wouldn’t Milena relax a little, back into being her true self? Which made him wonder about her more than a little. He’d already pegged her as coming from a blue collar town and family, but this kind of cemented that assessment. Maybe a pitch involving money would be attractive to her. David had also noted her comment last night about how she didn’t just hate Assad, she hated Putin too and ‘the rest of them.’ What had that meant? Milena was obviously dedicated to her country, but was she as dedicated to her government? David thought that might be an angle worth exploring in the days to come.

“Hey” David said by way of greeting, as he went to the minibar and got himself an Amstel; the walk back with the suitcase had made him thirsty. Then he put the case on the couch next to the Russian woman, pulled out the filler clothes (“These are all going into a dumpster” David thought. “Except maybe the Hawaiian shirt.”) and popped open the inner compartment. “So this’s the gun they got you, and the holster selection. If and when we need them, I’m gonna take the compact and the inside the waistband; if the other gun and holsters don’t suit you, let me know what you want and I’ll ask.” David gestured at the euros. “10K. Plenty to get us started.” The American put a thousand euros into the room safe, five hundred into his wallet and another five hundred into a blank envelope and left the rest in the suitcase. Once Milena had checked out her hardware choices David closed up the compartment, tossed the Hawaiian shirt back in the case and shoved it into the closet along with their other luggage.

After he’d plopped back down on the couch and had some beer, David started talking. “So about tonight. We’ll just eat here, either the restaurant or room service your call, before we take a car to the Dybbuk. I don’t want to drive the rental and even though it isn’t that far, you’ll probably be in heels so a car makes sense.” David had some Amstel before he went on. “Our objective for tonight is to speed recruit a source at the Dybbuk who might spot our boy for us in the coming weeks; sure we might get super lucky ourselves, but the more people out looking for him the better.”

“Now we could try for a bartender or whoever, but I like your prostitution angle.” David grinned and quickly held up a hand. “Not like that; get your head out of the gutter my dear.” After a little more beer the American went on. “The profilers suggested that pale European looking women might be his thing. Sure, he could try to just pick one up, but paying for some ‘company’ would be easier and make him feel like more of a high roller. Which leads us to the question of how we’re going to find the escorts at the Dybbuk and what we’ll initially say to them when we do.” David went and got some overpriced peanuts for himself before he continued.

“The working girls there will undoubtedly be as well dressed as everyone else, and I doubt they’ll be wearing ‘for hire’ signs around their necks. And we’re also gonna have to tell them something when we do find them, to get them talking and maybe bring them back here with us for the pitch. Though we might be able to do that in a private room or maybe a booth; that’d be a lot better in some ways. Anyway, like we discussed before the best thing to say to whoever is that we’re looking for a girl for a threesome.” David again held a hand up quickly. “Not that we have to actually go through with that, but we will have to seem convincing, at least initially.”

David grinned as he went to get himself another beer. “Make sense to you golubchik?”
 
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"Hey yourself," she responded softly, not looking up from her laptop. By now, she'd put her hair back into a loose, messy bun, her glasses sitting comfortably on her nose. "How did your rendezvous go? You were gone a long time." Enjoying the sights rather than focusing on our mission, I suppose, as usual. Or perhaps relaxing with your buddies. You weren't going to tell me how many of your own people were here, of course. Setting her computer aside, she looked over the gun they'd picked out for her, frowning. "Hrrm. A little, dainty lady's gun. I suppose it'll do. Easier to hide, at least. And I'll take the purse holster, it'll fit better with my cover."

She appreciated the thought of getting a taxi to the club; as much as she was coming to like walking around in heels, she still wasn't quite confident with it yet, so being driven over there was preferable to stumbling through the dark Athenian streets. Besides, the frivolous spending on simple conveniences fit their cover as a wealthy couple, and the Americans were paying. Why shouldn't she make the most of it?

"That all sounds agreeable... Ingram." She made a point of not returning his pet name; it had begun to grate on her, the way he always said it, like he was making fun of her for depending on him, or perhaps making fun of how the word sounded on his colonial tongue. It was time to bring a little professionalism back to their mission, if the jolly joker wasn't going to do it himself. "And we are still telling the informant that we want the Playboy for money he owes us, da? We should get the record straight on that before we go. Why does he owe us? An unpaid gambling debt might make the most sense, perhaps our company owns a casino or two on the side and he ran with an enormous debt outstanding. As for appearing 'convincing' in searching for a threesome, I have made a list of things which are acceptable, and which are not. Kissing, including with tongue, touching of my butt, gentle spanking and squeezing, touching of my stomach, touching/light groping of my chest, and dirty talk, are all fine for maintaining cover. Taking off any of my clothes, putting a hand down the front of my dress or up between my thighs, and penetration of any sort, will earn you a full report to my superior officer. In addition, I will be wearing full underwear, and I reserve the right to choose my own clothing, no matter how modest you might find it for attracting prostitutes. Do you agree to these terms, Ingram?"

What was it that had really shifted her thoughts about him? Was it just because of his lackadaisical method of going about the investigation, or was it more than that? The knowledge that there were other American agents here - not just logistics nobodies dropping off supplies, but agents waiting in the wings - had set her off somewhat. All of a sudden, she couldn't be certain of him any more, couldn't be certain of anything. Athens wasn't safe, if these extra bodies were here for her and not the Playboy, which was still a distinct possibility. 'Even if we're working together on this one out of convenience, these are still the Americans we're talking about. They're not our friends.' She'd been foolish to let their cover bring her close to him, to let his laidback nature put her at ease. He was just as much involved in this espionage game as she was, and he'd been taking advantage of that since the moment she stepped into the hotel. She had to take a step back, for her own good.
 
Now David was really concerned; he was suddenly “Ingram?” But since Milena was back in her version of “pro from Dover” mode, he decided to address her professional points first.

“Sure” he said as he sat down. “That’s a kind of … detailed list, but sure. I mean, we only need to sell the story so far, and hopefully what we say will do the trick.” David sipped a little beer before he went on. “Of course the best stories don’t need any explanation, so if a little grab-ass helps us out in that regard so much the better. But I promise not to push it any further than necessary. Really.”

Then David turned to the other thing Milena had mentioned. “And yeah, saying we’re trying to find him to collect on a big gambling debt works for me. The other stories I was considering were to say he was involved in some big insurance fraud scam, or maybe was looking at inheriting a lot of money. But the casino angle should work fine too; it just needs to be believable enough to let whoever we’re pitching focus on the money we’ll be offering for solid information.” David laughed. “Of which we now have no shortage of.”

David had a little more beer then started to ease into what he was concerned about. “And your gun is a 9 mil just like mine, so it’s not a ‘dainty lady’s gun;’ it’s just a little smaller, so that you can stick it in your purse, or wear it under a jacket in the shoulder rig. If we do have to start toting those things around you’re not going to be at some disadvantage, we just wanted to make it less likely that some Greek cop is gonna see you’re carrying.”

David looked out the window then at his phone; they still had plenty of time before they had to order dinner and start getting ready to go to work. So he took a deep breath and went on talking. “So what’s going on Milena? I thought we had a little teamwork going, after dinner and breakfast and the massage. But then in the shower and afterwards, things seem to have gone to shit. What gives?” David just sat and looked pleasantly at the young Russian intel officer, waiting as long as it took for her to say something …
 
She looked over the gun some more, before sticking in its holster and burying the pair away in her purse. "Hmm. As long as it'll do what it has to, I suppose it's alright. Not that we're expecting to run into trouble on the very first night, of course; we're hardly lucky enough to find our mark so soon."

Finishing off the last of her wine cooler, she placed the empty bottle on the kitchen counter, padding off barefoot to her suitcase to sort out an outfit for the night ahead of them. "Nothing 'gives'. I'm just restless, that's all. We've done a whole lot of sitting around so far. And sure, our Playboy doesn't have much drive to get his own job done when there's alcohol and hookers to be had, but we should take advantage of that, rather than using it as an excuse to waste time. He might have already been to the Dybbuk while we were sipping fine wine and... and getting a hard-on to a Dutchwoman's oily hands. We might well have already missed our opportunity, Ingram." Why did he have to be such a pain about things? Whether he really was trying to get with her, or was just teasing her to make her flustered, his behaviour so far had hardly been appropriate or helpful. It was just supposed to be a cover, yet here they'd been, flirting like a pair of hormonal teenagers.

With a heavy sigh of exasperation, she flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. White plaster, with an art-nouveau floral pattern, as needlessly fancy as everything else in this godforsaken hotel. "Besides... it's not like we're really friends, are we? We're here for work, not pleasure, and even if we're 'working together on this one', we're still operatives working for opposed countries. And we're not exactly in neutral territory, either. I don't feel... Look, whatever. It doesn't matter. I think maybe we should get dinner in, so we can stay here and sort out our plan of attack for tonight."
 
David followed the Russian woman into the bedroom and watched her flop onto the bed and just stare up at the ceiling; that and her heavy sigh made it pretty obvious to him that something was going on inside Milena’s head, though he still wasn’t sure what. Her comments had been all over the place, so maybe even she didn’t know what was really bugging her. Even though they were ‘working for opposed countries,’ he resolved to go easy on the young woman, since they were also indeed ‘working together on this one.’

“Alright, so room service it is” he said matter of factly. “Do you want to look at the menu?” David went and got it from the living room and put it on the bed within Milena’s reach. Then he leaned back on a dresser and started talking to her gently. “So look, I don’t know how much experience you have with this sort of thing. We couldn’t go to the Dybbuk last night because we only found out about it this morning. And we didn’t go this morning because it wasn’t open. I understand you want to get out there and do something, because this is important. But do what exactly? Walk up and down the streets of Athens looking for someone who fits our guy’s very vague description? Now that would be a waste of time.” David paused and sipped some beer, then went on.

“So I went and got our guns and money, while you did some research. And the money is by far the more important of the two. And now we have a plan. We’re going to go to one of the hottest clubs in Athens, on a Saturday night when it’s open, and talk to people. Maybe bartenders and servers, maybe other patrons, maybe even the security guys if we can pin them out. Find someone who can point us towards the high class hookers, who’re we’re also gonna talk to, in hopes of finding one to pitch on being our source at that club. I figure 300 as a taste should do it, with a promise of ten times that much for solid info on the ‘high roller’ Lebanese guy who owes our boss a lot of money, and also likes whiskey and white chicks.” David shrugged. “And we also keep our eyes open in case we get incredibly lucky, and spot someone who looks like our boy; in that case we try to follow him and report back to the powers that be. No James Bond, Jason Bourne bullshit when it’s just the two of us; that crap’s for the movies.”

David realized his voice had been getting harsher and he’d started lecturing Milena, so he forced himself to tone it down as he went on. “But more likely we won’t spot anybody, so after we’ve gotten some gal to work for us, we’ll have a few drinks, maybe dance a little if you want to, then come home and do it again tomorrow night, someplace else.” David shrugged again. “That’s it, that’s our job, until we get something better to go off of.” He tried to put a little warmth into his voice as he finished up. “And so look … I know this situation is frustrating. And that our respective countries aren’t exactly allies. But we’re partners for this job, like it or not. So while we don’t have to be friends exactly, we are going to have to work … and live together. So if something is bothering you about the plan, or the job, or our cover … whatever … you need to let me know. I’m not a mind reader Milena.”
 
His explanation made a lot of sense, really. Of course they couldn't have started earlier, they'd been doing what they could with this time, researching and planning, picking up supplies, building their cover to avoid suspicion. Considering it hadn't even been a full twenty four hours yet and they'd started with virtually nothing to go off, they were actually doing fairly well, already having a rather solid plan of attack.

So, it wasn't *that* that was really bothering her. What was it, then? Maybe she could just keep throwing accusations around, test them against his calm logic, and go down the list until one clicked with her.

Instead, she grabbed him into a tight hug, burying her face into his chest. She sighed softly, fingers gripping at the back of his shirt. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that. I like you, David. You're a lovely person, and really the only American I've met that isn't insufferable. I do think we have the beginnings of friendship here, and I'm glad to be working with you. I'm just... confused. Out of my element. I don't feel... safe, I guess. I like you, but I don't know... how much to trust you. I don't know how much I can open up to someone working for 'the other side', no matter how much I like you. There are still things I need to keep secret, and I... I guess I don't like that."

She sat up, sighing again, more heavily this time. Her bun was slipping to precariousness, as though it could unravel with the slightest movement of her head. "There's more than that. You already know I'm not exactly... experienced with this lifestyle. I feel like the clumsy, chubby, awkward giraffe I was in my youth, all over again. Your teasing hasn't helped much, even if you only meant it in jest. I suppose that's why I wanted to jump into the mission, to bury myself in something I'm more familiar with. I didn't want to let myself relax too much." A rosy blush appeared her cheeks, by now a telltale sign that she was feeling deeply embarrassed. "And... maybe I... didn't like how the masseuse made you hard. I felt... I don't know... jealous, maybe..."
 
David was puzzled by Milena’s sudden change in demeanor again; she’d abruptly flipped back to being open, honest (more or less) and friendly with him. And once again he wondered if she was somehow trying to play him, though even if she was he couldn’t quite see how; maybe she was just confused and inexperienced in certain ways. He assumed she was collecting information on him just as he was on her, and would happily try to recruit him as well if she got the chance. But if they did end up getting physical on this trip that wouldn’t help her much, and he was pretty sure she knew that; sleeping with a Russian officer might lead to some very awkward questions, but since he really was single it wasn’t like he could be blackmailed over that. But she probably couldn’t either; if (and it was still a big if) and when he did pitch her, he imagined it would be money and ideology that he relied on.

David thought about all that a little. Trying to recruit Milena certainly was a secondary mission of his, but succeeding in that would hardly make up for failing in the primary ‘mission impossible;’ keeping the peace talks from being disrupted by this assassin. So at most it might be a cherry on top of the sundae. But if he did try to recruit her and she balked, any teamwork between them would go right down the shitter. That meant any pitch to her would have to come at the very end of this op. So what about in between? What if he did end up sleeping with her along the way?

Well, besides having no effect on recruiting each other, it would certainly relieve David’s aching balls for one thing; guys outnumbered gals at the embassy in Baghdad about ten to one. And while he had found a little honey to hook up with early on, she’d rotated out after a couple of months and he’d spent the last few jerking off in his shower like all the other guys. That was the main reason why Mariska’s massage had gotten him so hard, and also why he hadn’t taken Milena up on her suggestion; a part of him really was hoping she’d help him out despite their weird situation, and there was no way he was going to take care of himself (yet again) in front of her. What a mess. So where did that leave him, and ‘them?’ (If there even was a ‘them?’) David didn’t really have any idea. But he did know Milena was his partner, and a dedicated (if apparently confused) junior officer, and also seemed like a sweet kid, even if she was also hotter than hell and might have been lying to him through her teeth. So he decided to just go with his gut.

“So look. We need to be honest with each other, but only to the extent necessary to do this job. And to try to keep each other safe; we’re partners on this one right? The Greeks don’t know we’re here, and if ISIS somehow learns we’re in Athens looking for their boy … that wouldn’t be good for either of us.” David took Milena’s slim hand and gave it a squeeze. “And yes, I’ve gathered you’re not super familiar with the lifestyle you’re supposed to be living. That’s one of the reasons why we went and got the massage this morning; to try and help you ease into that a little.” David smiled at the younger Russian woman. “And so, okay, maybe you still are a little clumsy or awkward sometimes, but you’ll grow out of that. But you’re definitely not a ‘chubby giraffe’ anymore, though …” David laughed a little “… I’m not really sure what a ‘chubby giraffe’ looks like. Anyhow, I do know you're a beautiful young woman.” David looked away and then sighed. Then he looked back at Milena. “And so about the massage. Maybe I reacted the way I did not because of Mariska, though she looked very nice for a woman of her age. Maybe it was because she was massaging me in front of you. So there’s nothing for you to feel awkward or jealous about, okay?”

David grinned at Milena. “So do we have a way forward? You go ahead and decide on what you want to eat and then I’ll call room service. And I’ll also call the concierge about a car too. While we wait for the food you can go ahead and pick out your outfit for tonight, then after we eat we’ll get ready and go. I think I’ll book a car for eight or nine; I know that’s kind of early, but it’ll let us scope out the Dybbuk before it gets crowded. Sound like a plan?”
 
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