Panthera Spelaea

All of us were left reeling by Ekatarina’s knowledge and what it meant for us. Unfortunately, we couldn’t say anything outside the bathroom, and we had to get up early. “Later,” I promised them. “Lock the window this time.”

Anna pulled the window down and locked it before pulling the curtains closed. She’d left it part open, thinking it safe. It was a decent assumption, one I hadn’t challenged. We were on the fourth floor of the building, and there was no way to access the window from outside. That was true unless you were a prehistoric golden eagle switcher.

I got into bed with my girls at each side. Their heads soon tucked in their favorite places on my shoulder, with my arms around them. I could smell the unease in my girls, and my lion was on edge as well. We couldn’t sleep, and we couldn’t talk, so Anna did the one thing we COULD do.

She reached her hand down and grasped my cock, stroking it to hardness. Svetlana’s hand soon joined hers, and it didn’t take long for me to get ready. I pushed the covers down to the bottom of the bed. “You’re playing with fire,” I growled. I lifted Svetlana by the shoulders, depositing her over my face as she squealed in delight. I moved my hands to her hips, pulling her sex to my mouth and plunging my tongue into her liquid center.

Anna straddled my waist, rubbing the head of my cock to lubricate it before sinking onto it with a loud groan. The girls both orgasmed once as they kissed and caressed each other’s bodies, then again a few minutes later. On an unseen signal, they switched places until each had another orgasm, then swapped again.

I held off as long as I could before I started to fill Anna’s needy pussy. After two pulses, she hopped off and, Svetlana took the rest. “I love the feel of your big cock shooting into me,” Anna said as she lay next to me.

Svetlana carefully dismounted, then moved into a sixty-nine so they could clean each other out. “I love the taste of it mixed with your juices,” she told her when she finished.

Svetlana cleaned me off, and the girls pulled the covers up and tucked into my side. I kissed them as their heads lay on my shoulders, my arms around them protectively. I used my senses to listen for danger and found none as the girls slumbered.

I eventually fell asleep, eager to get home to Texas.

A knocking on the door woke me up. “домработница,” a female voice said.

I looked at the clock; it was 11:30 at night. “Housekeeper,” Anna said quietly.

“Go in the bathroom and lock the door,” I told them. I pulled a robe on and looked through the peephole, shocked at who I found. I opened the door, and Marina signed for me to be quiet and pulled me into the hallway. “Marina, what is going on,” I whispered. Our consular official was standing just behind her.

“We need to leave NOW, quickly and quietly,” she said. “I’ll pretend I’m bringing fresh towels while you get your things and get out here.”

We went back into the room, and she started speaking in Russian while I went to the girls and told them what was going on. We dressed and grabbed our bags, thankful we’d already packed, and sneaked into the hallway while Marina was making noise in the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and we all followed Keith Spencer, our guy from the Embassy, to the service elevator. A man in a suit was holding the door for us. No one said anything as the door opened to the garage level, where two black SUVs were waiting. The driver put our luggage in the back as we piled into the lead SUV, with Marina behind us with Keith, our embassy representative. The driver got in, and we pulled out of the garage with the second vehicle trailing us. “Turn your phones off,” the driver said.

The guy in the passenger seat looked ex-military and was cradling a submachine gun on his lap. I didn’t know what was going on. “Can we talk?”

“Yes,” Keith said. “The NSA picked up cellphone traffic and passed it to our Diplomatic Security Service chief. Your man in the Criminal Investigative Division isn’t giving up on you. They found a cooperative appellate court judge who is willing to grant an emergency hearing on your status in the morning. Once you are back in custody, Viktor will ship you to a secret prison and beat a confession out of you. That’s why you’re getting the armed escort to the executive airport, where an Embassy jet will fly you to Germany. Ladies, here are your American work visas.” He handed them each their paperwork to keep with their Russian passports.

“I’ll handle the hearing in the morning; we’ll maintain the illusion you are still in the country as long as possible. Don’t cancel your plane tickets until we are out of Russia,” Marina said. “And whatever you do, don’t come back to Russia. I’ve never seen someone go after a suspect like Viktor is going after you, and I don’t know why.”

I did, but I wasn’t going to tell her. “What now?”

Keith answered instead of Marina. “Do what we tell you, and keep your heads down and these hats on when we load the plane.” He passed out some baseball hats for us.

Marina put her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t contact me for a few days, John. Let things settle down.”

“Are you going to be all right, Marina?” I didn’t want her to get in trouble because of me.

“You didn’t show up for court. How was I supposed to know you decided to leave on an earlier flight?” She handed over an envelope. “Copies of your legal forms, paper and electronic. Your father settled my bill already, and tonight is on me. Take care of the girls, and I hope I never see you again,” she told me.

“I appreciate all you have done, Marina, but I hope I never see you again either,” I said with a smile.

We arrived at a small airfield and sped to a hanger where a sleek business jet waited. No one got out until the doors closed, and we went directly from the SUV to the stairs in seconds. The crew was ready for takeoff as soon as the copilot closed up the door. We were the only people in the nine-passenger jet, so we buckled in as the engines fired up. Three minutes after arriving in the hangar, we were taking off into the night sky.

“Flight time is four hours, twenty minutes,” the pilot said over the PA system. “Food and drinks are in the galley, and the seats recline into beds. I recommend you get some sleep.”

I was tired, and he was right. Svetlana and I reclined our seats when the plane leveled off and moved the armrest out of the way so she could cuddle. Anna was just across the aisle, and she did the same.

The pilot woke us when it was time to prepare for landing. We put our seats up and looked outside, not seeing much in the darkness.

What we could see looked nothing like Germany.