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Meet Me in the Hotel 2
🕑 Added 2018-04-11 09:40:01 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Nastynatalie
It was a whole other day of lying low after the attack at the hotel before Olsen got back to his mission. There was still a sizable bounty on his head and any one of the mafia's associates would be looking for a tall maned wolf that looked more rugged than the average person. Still, he couldn't keep to the shadows forever, there was still a task to complete.
The folder that Taylor had given him detailed a defector from the Russian mafia that is seeking asylum in exchange for information regarding the mafia there in Chicago. The two crime syndicates often exchanged resources and did quite a lot of business with each other, allowing this new person to have quite a bit of knowledge about the Chicago mafia's confidants and suppliers for their drug and alcohol routes.
It was the middle of the day and Olsen was making his way through a park. He wore a casual set of clothes at the moment, not his big bulky coat. Hell, he didn't even have his sidearm on, choosing to be as inconspicuous as possible. He hid himself in plane sight like he was taught to do in these kinds of situations, especially since he would have to meet with his informant in broad daylight as well.
The last bite of a ketchup garnished hot dog was had as the maned wolf spotted her off on a bench. Unlike him, she was dressed flamboyantly in a floral dress and was garnering quite a few different looks from men as they walked by her. Though she was alone, her legs crossed at the knee and her head turned off to the side, no one had chosen to give her any company. Olsen didn't know if the girl was intending to be like him or if she wasn't as smart as he was lead to believe. Either way, there was work to be done.
He confidently walked up to where she was sitting and settled on the spot beside her. She turned to look at him and offered a friendly smile, and he became instantly dazzled by her gorgeous looks. She seemed to be pretty young, disarmingly so, though the information he had on her said that she was about his age. He locked eyes with her for a moment and stole himself away to drink in her radiance.
She was a white furred vixen, her coat fluffy and soft and as pure as freshly fallen snow. She was very thin and lanky, her bust being so small that it was barely noticeable beneath her shirt. Her eyes were a dark blue, like smoldering sapphires that caused the lupine's voice to catch in his throat. He had to turn his gaze away so he could properly speak.
“The birds are singing wonderfully today,” he stated out right and glanced to a nearby tree that had a few birds fluttering among its branches.
“I'd prefer them to sing jazz,” came her response in a thick, Russian accent.
“I'm a blues man, myself,” he stated, ending the passphrase that gave away their identities as CIA operatives.
The woman smirked and tilted her head at him. “It's very good to finally meet you, agent Dayton,” she said, her voice rumbling with a murr.
“And you as well, Miss Breshkov,” he replied with a smile.
“Please, just call my Talia,” she pressed.
“Talia,” the maned wolf addressed evenly. “I have a room at a nearby hotel where we'll be safe. I think we should go there quickly,” he explained and scanned the rest of the park, watching for anyone that might have looked out of the ordinary. People were strolling about casually, but any one of them could have been armed and looking for a white fox and maned wolf duo.
Talia made a disproving click with her tongue and gave a slight shake of her head. “Please, Mr. Dayton, this is my first time truly being out here in America, I'd like to see the sights.”
“Please, call me Olsen,” he corrected first. “And there will be plenty of time later to explore once you've given us the info that you have and you're in a secure relocation.”
“Nonsense!” she barked and then immediately stood up. She turned towards him and grabbed both of his paws, pulling him up to his feet. “I saw an icecream vendor not far away, if you treat me to an icecream cone I'll come back to your hotel room.”
Olsen raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in behavior, not quite expecting something so excited to come from someone that was being hunted like he was. Maybe she wasn't as smart as he hoped? The thought made his stomach turn cold.
“Talia, we don't have time for this!” he hissed and dug his heels into the ground, making the two stop. She turned on him and frowned, but paused as she caught his hard gaze. “We're both in serious danger here, and our mission is very important. We are willing to uphold our part of the bargain but you have to follow through with your side as well.”
“Please, Olsen. I've been in serious danger all my life. You'll need to threaten me with something much worse than that,” she said and let go of his paw, but she continued on where the icecream cart was. The maned wolf blinked in disbelieve and then growled as he chased after her. When he caught up to her side he remained quiet and kept a vigilant eye for anyone that might have looked suspicious. He quickly came to the conclusion that he would need to play ball with this woman if he was going to get the information he wanted, even if it meant to go along with such childish ventures.
“And what can I get you two today?” the young icecream cart owner said with a pleasant smile.
“Two chocolate cones, please!” Talia barked with a wide smile.
“Coming right up!” the vendor laughed and opened the door leading to a bucket within his cart. From his pocket, Olsen withdrew his wallet and pulled out some cash, getting ready as the vendor prepared the cones. Two scoops were stacked on each and he handed both over after getting paid. When the vixen finally got a hold of her cone she set about licking it like she had never had icecream before in her life.
Olsen watched the display with a cocked brow and idly lapped at his own. The women seemed content to just stand in one place while she enjoyed her treat, but the maned wolf knew that they still needed to move. He took her by her free paw with his own and began to lead her back towards the hotel that he was working out of. She no longer fought him, instead following where he directed. He only absently licked at his own cone, but it began to melt after a while.
He glanced over the Talia and saw that she was finishing up her treat so he offered her what remained of his. She gleefully accepted it and lapped at it quickly to clean up the sagging mess that it was starting to become. As Olsen watched he still couldn't get a read on her personality or what her intentions were.
This seemed so wrong. Did he have the right person? Was she just playing him and the CIA for fools and this was all just a joke? She finished her icecream at the same time that they got to the hotel entrance. Before they walked in, the vixen suddenly pulled her paw from his and he reeled around to look at her, his face scowling but her own visage stopped him from saying anything right away. Her eyes were steely and she was as still as a statue. He paused for a moment, waiting for her to say something that he knew she wanted to.
“I know what I must look like, but I assure you, I am serious about the situation we have found ourselves in,” she explained and stepped a bit closer. The lupine stayed in the same spot and held her gaze. “So you should probably be a bit more friendly to me, or else my usefulness is going to run out.”
Olsen felt himself go cold at her words and he gritted his teeth in irritation. Neither of them blinked but he understood what kind of a game she was playing, and he had dealt with her kind before. If he gave her a good time, she would give him what he needed. He slowly nodded his head and pushed his way through the front door.
The clerk at the front desk locked eyes with the maned wolf and gave a friendly smile and nod. He caught her gaze for a split second and nodded back before he turned and began to lead Talia for the stairs. The two ascended two flights before they came to a long hallway. Together, they slipped into the room towards the far end and Olsen made sure to lock the door behind him.
Once inside and safe, he turned towards the vixen and gave a light sigh. “All right, so what do I have to do for you to help us out? The CIA is more than willing to meet any demands that you might have,” he said, his tone even and strong, he kept the strain from his words, as he thought things would be much more cooperative by this point.
Talia giggled as she gazed around the room, half listening to his words. She meandered over to the bed of the room and sat down on its edge. From there she began to undress.
Olsen blinked in surprise as she pulled away her hat, her shoes, and then her dress. It seemed like it was the most natural movements she could make, like if she were in her own privacy instead of right in front of the man meant to protect her. The maned wolf quickly turned away and glared at the wall.
“What are you doing?” he growled. He heard her giggle from behind.
“I'm getting naked, isn't it obvious?” she laughed.
Olsen sighed, “But...why...are you getting naked?”
“Because I want you to see me naked,” she murred and got up. The maned wolf heard her foot steps as she approached him from behind, he still didn't turn around. His posture remainder rigid until he felt her arms come around his torso. He looked down at his belly where her paws gripped him and from his back he felt her brush her muzzle against his spine. “Won't you turn around?”
“No,” he snapped.
“Why not?” she said, her voice down trodden.
“Because I'm married,” he replied as he took her paws and unraveled them from around his body. She gave a sad whine.
“Well, I won't tell her if you don't want,” Talia giggled.
“That's not the point. Look,” Olsen grumbled and turned around. His eyes fixed to hers and he willed himself to not look at anything else, a fact that she seemed to notice. “Please, I don't think we have much time, the mafia's goons could close in on us at any moment. Can we please just do what we came here to do?”
Talia tilted her head and turned her eyes away for a moment as she thought. Her paws settled on her hips and for the first time, Olsen's eyes did wonder over her body. She was entirely naked, as she wanted to be. It was true that she had small breasts, but they were perky with black nipples that contrasted her fur. She was slim but had an alluring curve to her form, not nearly as angular as he had thought.
“All right, how about this,” she began and turned, her huge tail flicking against his shin and almost curling around his leg as if to beckon him closer. “We're gunna play a little game. Every time you have sex with me, I'll give you a name, a job, and a location of someone within the Chicago mafia.”
Olsen felt his hair stand on end as he watched her meander over to the bed and then lie down on it while she spoke. Her words made him growl and approach where she was. “Do you think this is some damn game?” he snapped aggressively, but she didn't seem effected. “People are losing their lives and working hard to close this case. We're offering you a lot to talk about this, isn't protection and a new life enough for you?”
“It's certainly a start, don't get me wrong,” she giggled and rolled onto her back, her legs spreading just enough for the maned wolf to look between them at her pristine pussy. “But I'd like a little extra. Are you saying that you don't wanna go the extra step to secure your info?” she asked and rolled over to one side.
The maned wolf grit his teeth and glared at her. “You haven't even given me one name or position yet. What guarantee would I have that you would give me more?”
“Robert Craw,” she said suddenly and smirked to herself. “He works on the East Side of Chicago in a grocery store that sells over priced food called Nemo's Market. It's all a front for a Speak Easy,” she explained.
Olsen paused mid word as she began to rattle off information. He grabbed his notepad and pencil from his pocket and began to quickly jot down all the info. When he was finished, he simply stared down at the piece of paper and then glanced back up at the vixen.
“If you want more, you're gunna have to give me something more,” she said and smirked. She lifted her leg and hiked her knee a bit higher to the side, her tail shifting away as well to give him another look between her legs. At the sight of her cunt once more, his heart beat began to pick up in speed.
He began to think about his wife then, and the last time that they had sex. Olsen was a pretty passionate guy, he liked to be with her as much as he could be, which often included sex. While Talia wasn't nearly as beautiful as Taylor, she did remind him a lot of her. They had a lot of the same body features, though the vixen was shorter and younger as well.
He also began to think of his commitments to his country and his job. He didn't want to be unfaithful to his wife, but there were duties that he needed to perform. He hoped that God and his wife would forgive him some day. Granted she at least ever found out about what he was about to do.
To Talia's enjoyment, she heard the zipper of Olsen's pants come undone. She turned her head to watch and caught a glimpse of his pants and underwear getting pushed to the floor. After that, he began unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his tie. She murred at the sight, though he kept a steady face. He withdrew the last pieces of clothing from his body and looked down at her as naked as she was.
He settled onto the bed on his knees and looked her in the eyes again. “All right, so how do you want to do this?” he asked softly. She squealed excitedly and jumped up to her own knees and embraced him. The sudden action almost made him fall backwards onto the floor but he luckily caught himself.
“Don't worry, my love, I'll take good care of you,” she beamed happily. It was in that moment that he felt her paws go to his sheath and cradle his manhood gingerly. A shiver raced up his spine at the sensation and he looked down at her with a pleasured hint to his eye. She noticed the expression right away and grinned.
Talia moved herself back and craned her head down. Her mouth went to the top of his sheath and her tongue dipped inside. His sensitive member was grazed and licked by her exploring organ, and she was pleased to find that she enjoyed his particular musky taste.
As much as Olsen wanted to fight it, he found that his body was giving in rather quickly to the more carnal pleasures that the vixen was delivering. Blood flowed between his legs and his cock began to liven up quite considerably. It pushed up from its furry open and grew more rigid as time went on. Given enough length, Talia pushed her lips around his shaft and eased down until she had taken him a considerable distance into her maw. From there she gently bobbed her head and suckled.
A moan escaped the maned wolf's mouth and he quickly clamped a paw over his lips to keep the sound subdued but it didn't really work. The way she slurped and swirled her tongue around his burgeoning shaft was causing pleasure to brim within him in ways that he had missed. He was secretly loving the act though he'd never admit it.
Almost as quickly as it had begun, it ended. Talia's beaming face looked up at him and he turned back to her with half lidded eyes. She giggled and suddenly launched herself face down on the bed. Her butt wiggled from side to side and her tail hiked nice a high over her back as she turned completely around to face away from him.
With thighs spread wide she enticed him with another look at her wet pussy. It glistened in the light of the room and was practically dripping. He wondered how long she had been like this, likely from before they had met in the park.
His paws reached out and took a hold of her on either side of her hips. He leaned his pelvis forward and splayed his own knees to get at a better angle, hoping that he could at the very least get their pelvises on the same level. Due to the difference in height between them, this whole venture promised to be quite interesting.
A nudge against her pussy made her let out a low moan and she shifted herself back against him a bit. His heart thundered harder as he thought of his wife, but oddly enough he didn't find this task to be nearly as hard as he expected for himself. He had a loving mate and a great life, and here he was ready to compromise it all. So why was he so hard and why did he not find it nearly as difficult to stare over her backside with lust? In truth he was lying, he knew exactly why it was this easy, because he wanted to fuck her, and badly!
“Are you going to stick it in or what?” Talia snapped and swayed her hips as she noticed that he was stalling. He swallowed hard and turned his eyes back down to his member, held by the base with his paw. The tip was barely pushed inside of her, she felt so warm and tight that he couldn't tell if he was controlling his body as he leaned in and delved the remaining inches into her cunt.
She let out a pleasured cry and began to work herself back onto his member, her butt pressing firm to his pelvis as she clung to his girth. His paws stroked through the soft fur of her back and hips before coming to settle near the base of her tail. He began to move against her at a slow rolling pace. He listened to her sigh and coo with enjoyment of his sensual treatment, not unlike what he'd be doing for his wife if she were there.
Pleasure welled through him as he felt her hole work back and forth over his member, his cock tip kissing the back of her cunt every time he would bottom out. She was loving every moment of it, but as time went on she began to become increasingly more greedy.
Her hips picked up the pace and he responded by doing the same. Her butt jiggled slightly upon every impact and the sound of their bodies striking began to fill the room. Moans grew louder and more frequently from the vixen. She pressed her chest to the bed and her arms reached high above her head. Her fingers grasped at the bed covers and crumpled fistfuls of fabric in her palms.
The sensations he was delivering were growing more intense, and the soft mewling moans that continued to drift from her lips became much more frequent. The atmosphere began to get hotter around them and with it came a drive to work their forms faster and harder. The clap of their bodies meeting grew louder and Olsen felt his mind clouding over. His jaw hung open and long moans drifted from his lips. He pressed in with fevered lust and the pressure from every thrust had Talia begging for more.
The maned wolf's paw spread up over her back as he leaned over her shorter body. His chest lingered above her shoulders and she could feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck. Her wet pussy began to drip down the inside of her thighs, dampening her fur and making her squeeze on him. The added tightness encouraged his movements and the swing of his hips turned into a blur of motion. The clap of their pelvises striking was like an applause and Talia's screams of pure bliss mixed with the lupine's aggressive grunts.
The sensation of Olsen's swollen knot came to the woman and she turned her head up while pressing her back against his body. Her form melded against his and she opened her mouth to beg. “Cum in me,” she whispered, and then louder, “Give me your pups!”
The wolf's mind was in a murky reverie, he felt himself close to his climax and her words barely made it through, though he seemed to make out what she was saying. The way she said it pushed him faster towards his orgasm, and with one final thrust his thick bulb buried into her pussy and swelled. As soon as he was all the way in, his body released like a ball of tightly wound rubber bands. His cum rocketed up his cock and spilled inside of her body, and the vixen cried out in euphoria as she felt herself get flooded.
Both of their bodies were trembling and Talia couldn't keep herself from grinding her backside onto his lap, not a single bit of Olsen's red cock was seen outside of her hole. The spurting continued were several blissful moments, and meanwhile the maned wolf's mind slowly came back from being in the clouds. When his form relaxed his eyes drifted down to the vixen and he watched as she lost her balance and slumped over onto the bed.
The action had his knot popping free of her hole and with it trailed a long line of his cum. Even as she rested on her side he could see that she was leaking. He frowned and gave a light sigh as he realized what he had done. He ran a paw over top his head to clear away some of the hair that fell in front of his face.
Talia seemed content and happy. She wiggled and cooed softly as she closed her eyes and basked in the afterglow of sex. He realized that she might be trying to take a nap and he felt anger well up within him. “Hey!” he barked and snapped his finger. “Name, location, and job. Now.”
Talia smirked as she kept her eyes closed and gave a slight shrug. “Drew Reynaldo. Works at a flower delivery service called Martha's Garden, but he actually delivers kegs. He's also on the East Side of Chicago.”
Olsen sprung from the bed and grabbed his notepad. He quickly wrote down what she had said and then stared at the two separate entries on the paper. When he looked back over at the vixen, he could tell that she had fallen asleep already. He frowned and lowered the note and pencil to his side, realizing fully what sort of mess he was in at the moment. He also realized the kind of work he now had himself cut out for, and an even longer, more exasperated sigh escaped his mouth. It was going to be a very long night...
