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  Playing the gimmick for all it was worth, I enthusiastically said, “Those are marvelous statues. Really nice. So realistic too. Just beautiful.” My hand found her thigh, and I began stroking it gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful—I mean—well, you know what I mean.”

  “Damon,” she said softly, “you do appreciate the finer things.” But she made no move to stop my caresses.

  I found the hem of her kimono. My fingers inched their way underneath and began stroking the smooth, golden flesh of her calf. “Lovely legs,” I babbled on. “A marvel of Oriental sculpture. Exquisite lines, scrumptuous texture, fantastic form …”

  She wriggled delightedly under my touch. “Damon, if you keep on doing this, you’re going to get me all excited and I won’t be able to give you my briefing.”

  My palm massaged the gentle slope where her neatly rounded calf merged with the creamy soft underside of her knee. Then I slowly advanced up the shapely pillar of her thigh. “Excited?” I teased. “I thought you CHILLER ladies didn’t get excited about anything but Chairman Mao’s platitudes. Do you mean to tell me that a warm, sexy woman lurks beneath the icy facade of Party Member Su Wing? Or are you an impostor, someone who killed the real Su Wing and took her place in the harem to thwart PUF’s plans to overthrow Dr. Douzi’s government?”

  Her hips slid forward on the seat, urging my hand toward the warm, moist well of her womanhood. “I’m the real Su Wing. And whether I’m supposed to or not, I love sex. But, Damon”—her body tensed, and her face took on a worried look–”we shouldn’t be playing around like this in the car. The driver might see us.”

  “He can’t. The parts of our bodies that’re doing the playing are out of his line of vision.” I grinned, and my hand shot up her thigh until it could go no farther. She wasn’t wearing panties. The sweet dampness of her Sacred Field inundated me.

  “Okay, we’ll play,” she gasped, squirming fiercely under my touch. “But for heaven’s sake let’s talk business while we do. There isn’t much time left, and I must brief you completely before I introduce you to Dr. Douzi.”

  My fingers parted the Sacred Field’s succulent furrows, then slowly slipped inside. “Begin the briefing,” I said, wriggling two fingers provocatively.

  A spasm of pleasure shook her entire body. “I will,” she moaned. “I mean, I want to. But I—uh, Damon … ahhhhhh … oh, Damon …”

  ’The briefing,” I reminded her, working my way even farther inside her. “Begin the briefing.”

  “Uhhhhhhhhh,” she replied. “Oooooohhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhh ! ! !”

  The car rounded another turn. We passed an ornate Byzantine fountain, surrounded by flaming-purple tropical plants. I was sure that the driver couldn’t take too many more of those “ooohhh’s” and “ahhhhhh’s” without becoming suspicious, so I began ad-libbing. “Lovely fountain there. Really beautiful” My fingers probed deeper inside Su Wing’s Golden Crevice, and my palm rubbed gently against the soft down of her Mount of Venus. “Lovely foliage, too. Just marvelous.”

  Su Wing slid across the seat until both of us were wedged into one corner. Pointing at the fountain with a trembling index finger, she stammered: “I-it’s a f-fifteenth century treasure, imported from T-turkey. Dr. Douzi received it as a, a–ahhhhhh, Damon, that feels so good!–as a g-gift from the T-turkish government.”

  With my free hand, I unzipped my fly. Then I eased her leg over my hips. There was a moment of frantic fumbling as my Jade Stalk searched for her Sacred Scabard. Then she pressed hard against my urgently upthrust hips, and I was immersed to the hilt.

  “Ohhhhhhhh!” she sighed. “Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooooo!” Then, p r d l y for the driver’s benefit, she added quickly, “Dr. Douzi has always been a connoisseur of Turkish culture. He’s studied the Ottoman empire extensively.”

  My hips took up a quick front-and-back movement. With each thrust, her super-sexy body quivered more violently. “I’m something of a connoisseur myself,” I quipped. “And soy it would seem, are you”

  “But, Damon,” she panted, suddenly remembering what we were supposed to be doing, “the tour of the grounds is half over, and I haven’t even begun to brief you.”

  “Then begin,” I grunted, thrusting harder. “And tell the driver to slow down, We need all the time we can get.”

  Digging her fingernails into my thigh, she barked something at the driver. His mumbled reply suggested that he was completely in the dark as to what was going on behind his back.

  I glanced at his rearview mirror. His eyes were glued to the road. Through the mirror I could see only down as far as the lapels on his khaki uniform. That meant that he could see not much farther down the bodies of Su Wing and me. If he chanced to look at us, all he’d know was that the two of us were sitting side-by-side, Su Wing pointing out the windows at the objects d’art along the roadway and I watching with what appeared to be rapt attention. But the picture south of the border was a horse of a different color. Color it groovy.

  Su Wing’s hips were flopping back and forth in a mad mambo of carnal abandonment, One of her legs was coiled tightly around my thigh. The other was hooked around my opposite calf. With each movement of her hips, both legs squeezed me hard, then relaxed their grip. The action sent shock waves of sensation coursing through my body.

  “N-now then, Damon,” she was saying, “on with the briefing. I came to Belgravia in—in—oh, Damon, that thing you’re doing now is exquisite—I—ahhhhhh—I came to Belgravia—oh, yes, keep doing it like that—I—I—ahhhhh—”

  I could see that we weren’t going to make much headway with the briefing until she got her rocks off. But I frankly didn’t care. It wasn’t that I was indifferent to the state of affairs in the Belgravian harem. It was just that I had a few affairs of my own to settle first.

  Pressing my feet against the floorboards for support, I began hammering at her more violently. The scalding hot sheath of her Hidden Gully jerked my Ivory Scepter this way and that. Inside me, a fiery ball of passion strained for release. I hammered harder, and the Moment of Truth drew closer.

  “Damon!” she gasped suddenly. “Oh, Damon!” The frantic flopping of her hips and the wild scissorlike movements of her legs told me that The Moment was even closer for her than it was for me. I wondered idly what kind of a loser Dr. Albert Douzi must be in bed if his mistress could get this hot this soon with me. But I didn’t wonder for long, because the same spasms of orgasmic ecstasy that heralded her trip over the top had all of a sudden taken possession of me.

  My fingers clutched at her fast-moving hips, pulling them hard against me. My Jade Stem reached deeper and deeper inside her. For an instant I hovered precariously at the brink of pleasure. Then, in an explosion of bliss, I plunged off the deep end.

  The sensation was scrumptuous. Every cell of my body tingled with delight. Her whole body tugged at me hungrily, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of love’s sweet juices. I savored the feeling as long as it lasted. Then, slowly, I coasted down from my sex-high, and my hips resumed their previous low-gear gyrations.

  She fell into rhythm with me. Then, after a few seconds her body tensed and all movement stopped. A worried look distorted her pretty face. “we’re at the palace, Damon,” she whispered urgently. “The tom is over.”

  The car was approaching a gravel drive leading to the port cochere in front of an ornate Byzantine mansion. I glanced at the building, then at the mirror-image of our chauffeur’s unseeing eyes. “Tell the driver I’d like another trip around the circuit,” I said, thinking quickly. “Then let’s get on with the briefing.”

  Obediently she conveyed the instructions to the superstoic man behind the wheel. Unblinkingly he steered pa& the drive and back onto the main roadway. Su Wing relaxed, and her hips swung back into action. I relaxed with her, and my hip-tempo quickened to match hers.

  “Now then,” she said, pointing absently toward the bust of a black warrior on a pedestal surrounded by exotic shrubbery, “this i
s the general situation. I was sent by China to Belgravia in 1966. Because I’m young and sexually attractive, and because I speak English and French as well as Chinese and several Belgravian tribal tongues, I was selected as the person who would attempt to infiltrate Dr. Douzi’s government on behalf of the Peoples’ United Front. According to the plan, Douzi’s people would be led to believe that I was the leader of the female detachment which had been sent by China to aid PUF. Actually, of corn, Lin Saong was-and is-the commander, and I was—and am—only an underling. But my superiors believed that I could function most effectively if the Belgravians thought I was in charge of the entire operation. Their reasoning was that onceDouzi’s people had captured me they would attempt to use me as a spy against my own cause. Then, by pretending to go along with the arrangement, I could spy on Douzi.”

  “In other words,” I put in, “you were supposed to function as a triple agent.”

  “Exactly, and that’s just what happened. A short while after the rumor was spread that I had come to Belgravia to take over China’s female detachment of PUF advisors, I let myself get captured by BELSO, the Belgravian Security Organization, Douzi’s secret police I was tortured for information about PUF, and I supplied it. Not information that would hurt PUFs cause, naturally, but nonetheless enough information for BELSO to think it had scored a real victory. Presently I was brought before BELSO’s commander, General Pierre Mariba. He told me that I’d be killed unless I agreed to go along with a plan he had worked out. According to the plan, I’d return to PUF m my old capacity as leader of the Chinese female detachment. Then I’d continue to feed BELSO information about PUFs operations. At the same time, BELSO would give me information about the Douzi government-information which would be useful to PUF. Thus PUF would think I was spying on Douzi’s government while actually I would be spying for Douzi’s government and against PUF. This was precisely the arrangement I had hoped to establish, so after offering token resistance I told General Mariba that I’d do his bidding. That’s how my career as a triple agent began”

  “How did you manage to get Douzi to accept you as his mistress?”

  “That’s a long story. Actually the whole thing was a stroke of luck. Among the tortures which BELSO employed to get me to reveal the information it desired were a number of sexual tortures. I was assaulted sexually and was forced to entertain my captors with a number of sex acts which would make the average girl shudder with revulsion. The acts didn’t make me shudder, however, because I was long accustomed to performing them. You see, back in China, before I became a member of the spy organization which you Americans refer to as CHILLER, I had been a prostitute. In fact, it was under threat of being executed as a prostitute that I consented to join the CHILLER organization.”

  “Su Wing,” I observed, “you and I have a lot more in common than a love for sex.”

  “Yes, I know. Your government told my government how you had been coerced into becoming a spy, and word of what happened was passed down through Lin Saong to me.” She flashed a comradely smile. “Anyway, I lent myself enthusiastically to the sex acts that the BELSO people wanted me to perform, and gradually rumors of my sexual expertise spread upward though channels. After the BELSO interrogators in Port duBeers ravished me, I was handed over to the Port duBeers commander. He then handed me over to General Mariba, who eventually handed me over to Professor Robert Akaba, President Douzi’s Minister of Internal Affairs After Akaba, I made the rounds of other Cabinet members, and finally I was handed over to President Douzi himself. He liked me so much that he asked me to become his mistress. He pointed out that I could assume the role without any difficulty, since PUF would think I was doing so only in the interest of spying on Belgravia. Actually, that was precisely my motivation, so I moved in as Douzi’s mistress, and I’ve been his mistress ever since.”

  “But, as hi mistress, aren’t you in a better position than I ever would be to discover where the super-bomb is being stored?”

  She sighed. “I’m afraid not While Dr. Douzi may not suspect that I’m a double-agent, he nonetheless is very cautious. He knows that I must communicate constantly with the CHILLER agents whom he assumes to be my subordinates, but he monitors my transmissions. Also, am never permitted to leave the palace unless I’m accompanied by one of the eunuchs on Douzis staff-a fellow who speaks all the languages I speak and who would know instantly if I attempted to double-cross Douzi. The fact that the fellow’s a eunuch, and a homosexual to boot, makes it impossible for me to employ my feminine wiles on him. Finally, Douzi doesn’t permit me to associate with the female nuclear physicists, who are the only people in the palace-with the possible exception of Superman–who know where the bomb laboratory is located. The physicists, of course, never leave the palace grounds, so I assume that the laboratory is located in one of the buildings inside these gates. But which building? I can only guess. Also, it’s quite unlikely that the developed bombs are stored in the bomb laboratory or in other buildings on the palace grounds. Most probably they’re stored somewhere in the Belgravian interior. It’s the location of these bombs that’s so important to CHILLER, and that’s why China agreed to cooperate with the United States in getting you into the physicists’ harem. you’ve got to find these bombs.”

  “But,” I protested, “how am I supposed to find them? Even if I do prove that I’m a better man than Super-man–and I think I will prove it–why would the physicists tell me where the bombs are? As a matter of fact, the physicists themselves may not know where they are.”

  She nodded sadly. “That’s the chance we have to take, Damon. And I’m taking as big a chance as you are. We both know that PUF will assault Belgravia if the bombs aren’t found. The assault will explode the bombs, killing everyone in the country–Including you and me.”

  I groaned. “And to think I gave up the prospects of a comfortable jail cell in the United States for this.”

  Her groan echoed mine. “Don’t feel bad. I gave up a comfortable bed in a Peking whorehouse. But we’re in this together now, and its up to us to get ourselves out of it. I’ll do my part. I only hope you can do yours.” Smiling mirthlessly, she tightened her vaginal muscles, giving my Jade Staff a reassuring squeeze. “you’ve got the equipment, Damon, and heaven knows, you know how to use it. Let’s just hope Douzi’s physicists like you as much as I do.”

  “They will,” I said confidently. “The question is, will they like me enough to tell me where the bomb is –If they know.”

  Our car again passed the Byzantine fountain surrounded by flaming-purple tropical plants. We were at the halfway point in our second turn around the garden, and I was pretty sure we couldn’t hope for a third. Stoic though he might be, our driver simply couldn’t be gullible enough to accept that sort of request without becoming suspicious.

  “Okay,” I told Su Wing, “so much for the dangers that await us. Now how do I go about getting into the harem and challenging Superman on his own turf.”

  She smiled. “All that has been worked out. When I learned that the United States would cooperate with China by sending you on this mission, I told Douzi that you had defected to the Chinese because the United States wouldn’t give you enough freedom to conduct your sexual experiments.”

  I gulped. “He accespted an improbable story like that?”

  “He was suspicious, to be sure. He knows, as do both you and I, that China is hardly the most sexually liberal country in the world. However, I fabricated a few details about your being an enthusiastic admirer d Chairman Mao and a bitter enemy of American imperialism. I also reminded him that you’d be very useful to him in his harem. The last point, I think, is what sold him. When I said I could arrange to have my superiors assign you to Belgravia to work far me, he practically leapt at the opportunity to get you here”

  “But, if Superman is as good as I’m told he is, what does Douzi want with me? Or is Superman not quite so super as people say?”

  “He’s very super. I haven’t made love to him myself, but ac
cording to what I hear, he’s a real champion. That problem is that he’s too much of a champion”

  “I don’t follow you.”

  “Well, to put it bluntly, the female physicists just can’t get enough of him. He takes on all nine of them every night Each girl gets one hour with him. In the early days of the bomb project, this was enough to satisfy them. But now they want more. They compete with each other constantly to see who’ll be the first one of the night to have him, and they’re always trying to bribe him into spending some of his off-duty hours with them. The competition has become so fierce that it’s affecting their work. Douzi hasn’t really discussed the matter with me, but I can tell from what I’ve heard here and there that progress on the bombs has slowed down considerably in the recent weeks. I suspect that Douzi thinks you’ll help calm the girls down. If they’ve got bath you and Superman servicing than, they’ll spend more time in the laboratory. That’ll put the bomb project back on schedule, and everybody in Douzi’s regime can breathe easier once again.”

  “But does Douzi actually believe I’ll go along with his plans? I mean, if I’m an idealistic defector to Communism, shouldn’t I be reluctant to help out a man who’s very much opposed to the Communist ideal?”

  “As far as Douzi is concerned, you don’t know what his plans are. All you know is that then are nine girls who need your sexual services. You’re aware, of course, that Belgravia is not a Communist country. But you believe that it won will be, thanks to PUF. So you’re entering the harem thinking that it’ll be a nice place to spend your time until the day of the peoples’ revolution finally dawns.”

  I scratched my head. “This is getting very confusing.”

  “True. But the espionage game always is. Suffice it to say at this point that Douzi doesn’t suspect you. If you can manage to act as though your only interest is sex, you won’t give him mason to change his opinion. And if you can excite the nine physicists as much as Superman excites them, you may just be able to find out where the bombs am being stored.” Her eyes took on a fervent look. “Your life depends on it, Damon And so does mine. And so does the security of the world.”