Ariella; lethal and lovely.
Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Packed and Stacked.
She was maybe twenty-five, and even in the battle dress she was wearing, she looked slender. I couldn't tell much else about her except she looked a little the Arabic women I'd seen in Afghanistan. I was sure about two things though; the rifle was an Israeli M 89 SR sniper rifle, and she sounded very serious when she spoke.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
Since I was armed to the teeth and had just shot a guy, my story about being a tourist and out taking some pictures wasn't going to work very well. The truth would work better unless she was one of the traffickers. I didn't think she was though. If she had been, she'd have just shot me while she had the chance.
"I'm an American. This guy hired me to track down some gold he thought was hidden in an old led mine. This is where the led mine is supposed to be located. I hadn't counted on there being anybody else here."
She smiled then.
"You'll be Dale Stevenson, right?"
"Yeah. How do you know that?"
She was still smiling.
"We can talk about that later. Right now, we need to take care of the guys who are going to come down that road in a couple of minutes."
Showdown looming.
When the truck finally came into view, the men looked a little hesitant and the woman told me why.
"They're taking it slow because they don't know who's out here. If it was the Argentine Army, the traffickers would have known they were coming and they wouldn't be here. That's because they pay certain people in the Army to protect them. They would just relocate and the Army could appear to be doing their job because they discovered the camp. Once they figure out where we are, they won't stop until we're dead or they are so I hope you're a good shot. During my briefing they said you are."
It was about then the truck came creeping down the road. The woman sighted through the rifle scope and with two quick shots; she shot the driver and smashed in the receiver of the M60.
The men bailed out of the pickup and clustered up behind it, then talked for a while before another man pulled the dead driver out of the truck, got back in, started the engine, and started it back down the road. The other men followed behind it with their rifles ready. When they got close enough to see their faces, most of them looked scared.
The woman was looking through the scope on her rifle when she whispered.
"They're still looking for where the shots came from, Oh, one of them just pointed in the direction of the man you shot. They think the shots came from those rocks over there. They'll keep the truck between them and the rocks until they're pretty close, and then jump out from behind it and start firing at those rocks and any other cover they see. We'll have to take them before they spread out too much. I'll take out the driver and the ones in the lead. You start at the rear and work your way toward the truck."
The truck continued to creep down the road, and when they were about ten meters from the main road, the men began to move up the side of the truck. She took out the driver and that was my signal. I sighted in on the man furthest from the truck and fired.
The whole thing took less than a minute. I saw one man running back toward the camp, but he didn't make it. The woman's shot dropped him face first in the dirt of the road.
Well, like I said, my original intention was to retreat if possible. Now, we'd shot a bunch of people based on what the woman had said, and I didn't have the slightest idea who the hell she was or who they were. The only thing I was sure of was I was in deep shit and it was probably going to get deeper.
I turned to look at the woman. She was in the process of changing magazines on her rifle. She slammed the full magazine into the magazine well, checked the chamber for a live round, and then looked up and smiled.
"I guess you're as good as they said. You only missed twice."
She was beginning to piss me off by telling me what to do and then criticizing me for how I did it.
"Yeah, well, it's been a while since I've been in a firefight. Since you seem to know everything about me and what just happened, what do we do now?"
She stood up, shouldered the rifle, and frowned.
"I've been watching that camp for a week waiting for you to get here, and I counted twelve men. That means there are five left. They'll wait a while for these men to come back, but when they don't they'll send at least two to find out what happened. We need to get to that camp before they do that."
"And what do we do when we get there? I don't really like shooting people when I don't know which side they're on."
She smiled again.
"They're on the side that would kill both of us without even thinking about it. Does that help?"
Moving to a safer place.
We kept to the rocks until we got to the trees, and then made our way to the camp by walking a few meters from the road. Two men were just walking to the second truck when we got there. The woman tapped me on the shoulder and when I looked she pointed at the shack and held up three fingers, the pointed to me.
Without waiting for an answer, she sighted down the scope of her rifle. A second later, the guy starting to climb in the driver's seat grabbed his chest and then fell down. It was maybe two seconds later and after the other guy started running back to the shack that he went down with a bullet in his back.
That was about when the other three came running out of the shack with their rifles. I took them out with three shots. Then, we waited to see if any of them were going to get up or if there were any more in the shack. After five minutes, all was quiet, so the woman stood up.
"That should be all of them. Let's go see what they have in the shacks."
I noticed she didn't shoulder the rifle this time, and she didn't just walk out into the clearing. She ran to take cover behind the truck first. I followed her and kept watching our flanks and rear.
Once we were at the truck, she peeked around it at the shack, then ran the three meters to the corner. Once she was there, she motioned for me. I knew what she wanted me to do because it was a standard method of entering a building used by US Army Rangers. I ran to the other corner. Once I was there, we started working our way to the door.
Her count had been right. There was nobody in the smaller shack. It was evidently sort of a barracks and mess hall, because there were four cots on one side. On the other side was a table and a small wood-burning stove.
We left the shack and repeated the same thing on the larger shack. When we pushed open the door there, I saw the reason the traffickers were there.
Inside that shack and in a clump were six young girls holding on to each other because they were terrified. Two looked like the women I'd seen in Buenos Aires, but the other four were definitely Asian.
The woman rattled off something in Spanish, and then something in what I guessed was French. It looked to me like the girls relaxed a little then. The two Hispanic girls smiled, and two of the Asian girls said something back to her and then started jabbering away at the other two.
The woman turned to me and smiled.
"I just told them we were here to rescue them. The girls who talked to me are Vietnamese girls and they understood French. They said they've been here for two weeks. The other two Asian girls are from Taiwan and they speak Chinese. The two Vietnamese girls are telling them what I said. Now we have to get them somewhere safe. I can take care of that."
The woman pulled what looked like a cell phone from her vest and tapped the screen, then held it to her ear. A few seconds later, she said, "Secure. Six kittens". She got an answer, said, "Ready in fifteen", then tapped the screen again. As she put the cell phone back in her vest, she smiled.
"You're wondering how I got a cell phone to work out here aren't you? It is a cell phone so if I were to be captured, it won't raise any suspicions. It works just like any other cell phone except it will only communicate with our own cell towers. My group has a mobile tower about six kilometers from here. They'll meet us at the road in about fifteen minutes."
Like she said, about fifteen minutes later, a bus drove up and stopped where the road to the camp met the main road. Once the six girls were on board, the bus drove off and left the woman and me standing there in the road. I asked her why she didn't get on the bus too. She smiled.
"I'll tell you on the way back to their camp. We have a few things left to do."
Her story explained a lot about her and how she knew so much about me.
"My name, my real name, is Ariella. You don't need to know my last name.
"Ariella is Hebrew for "Lioness of God". My father named me that because he said I was so much like my grandfather. My grandfather was killed during the rebellion in the Warsaw ghetto. My other grandparents were sent to Treblinka where they were killed.
"My father was ten years old then, and during the fighting, some people in the Polish resistance smuggled him out of the ghetto and into the forest. From there, he was taken to a Catholic monastery where he was baptized as a Catholic so the Germans wouldn't arrest and take him to a concentration camp. He had to learn how to act like a Catholic boy in a very short time, but he was a smart boy and survived the war that way.
"When the war ended, my father was taken to France and placed with Catholic foster parents. He grew up on a vineyard near Langon and learned to speak French, but he never forgot he was Jewish. As soon as he reached the age of nineteen, he left France for Israel and began searching for any relatives who survived the camps. He found no one with the same last name who remembered his father or mother. Instead, he found Miriam, the woman he would marry and the woman who would become my mother.
"Her past was much like my father's, though she was French. Her parents placed her with Catholic friends when the Nazi's began arresting French Jews. She was later taken to Spain and raised by a family there. She was only eighteen when she went to Israel in hopes of finding her family. She found a job to support herself working in the government, and that is how she met my father.
"From my mother, I learned to speak and write Spanish. From both my father and mother, I learned to speak and write French and Hebrew.
"When I was eighteen, I was conscripted into the Israeli Defense Force. Because my testing showed I had an aptitude for languages, when I finished basic and combat training, I was sent to a school to learn to speak and write Arabic. After that school, I was transferred to the Combat Intelligence Collection Corps. I was made part of Sayeret Matkal, the Israeli Special Forces branch that does recon and intelligence gathering behind enemy lines. I can't tell you what I did there.
"When I finished my service, a man came to see me and asked if I'd like to help Israel in a different way. What he told me sounded exciting, so I accepted and became part of the Duvdevan Unit. I spent two years dressed in civilian clothes in several Arab countries gathering intelligence on terrorist organizations. A year ago, I was identified by one of the radical Islamic organizations as an Israeli agent and had to leave the Middle East or I'd have been killed. I was assigned to Argentina to gather intelligence on the Neo-Nazi groups that are located here and to some extent, in Brazil and other South American countries.
"The men we just killed are part of a Neo-Nazi group who call their organization Ahner. They took their name from the Nazi Germany think-tank known as Ahnenerbe. Their ideology is the same as the German Nazi party. They advocate the elimination or enslavement or all races they consider inferior, and they finance their operations by trafficking in sex slaves of those same races. That's what they're doing out here; financing their operations. I was assigned to stop them.
"The camp you saw is a lay-over point between the ports in Chile where they land the girls and wherever they're going next. It might be the brothels in Buenos Aires, Mexico, almost any country including the US. They will kill anyone who tries to stop them. Do you feel better about what we did now?"
I'd heard of the Duvdeven Unit of the Israeli Special Forces, but the name was about all I'd heard. Nobody, not even the CIA guys I worked with, knew much about what the Duvdeven Unit did, or if they knew, they weren't telling anybody. All that was known was they were Israelis who were fluent in Arabic and dressed in the clothing of the local population. Supposedly they infiltrated the ranks of the terrorists and sent that information back to Israel. There were rumors about assassinations of high-ranking terrorist officials, but that's all they were, just rumors.
That knowledge explained a lot of things about Ariella. I knew the Israeli Special Forces are among the most highly trained fighting forces in the world and were as good as our own US Army Rangers and Navy SEALs. To work undercover in the situations in Afghanistan and Iran would require more than training though. It would require an immense amount of self-confidence and as one of my Ranger instructors had once said, "balls big enough to need a wheelbarrow".
It also explained how much she knew about me. The CIA in the Middle East and the Israeli Special Forces have a very close working relationship. All it would take is for someone in the ISF to request information about me and they'd have it. What I didn't understand is why they were interested in what I was doing in Argentina.
"OK, I understand why you're here, but you said you were waiting on me for a week. It's not that I don't appreciate you bailing my ass out of trouble, but why are you so interested in why I'm here?"
Ariella stopped walking then and turned to face me.
"Because Marcus Richter hired you."
I was confused again.
"Richter isn't a Neo-Nazi. He's a dealer in international currencies."
Ariella smiled.
"That's what he told you, and he is, but his story is more detailed than that.
At the end of World War Two, the Allies were looking for a German banker named Heinrich Richter because he was responsible for sending much of the gold pillaged by the German Army to Swiss banks. They wanted his records and his testimony so they could return the gold to the appropriate countries.
Israel was very interested as well, because a significant amount of that gold came from Jews in the countries Germany overran. The Allies were closing in on him when he disappeared. The rumor was he was able to escape to Argentina. Through our intelligence efforts in Argentina, we learned he did indeed relocate to Argentina where he married a local woman with high status in the government. Unfortunately, we learned that information after he died.
"For several years, we monitored the activities of his wife and son, the same Marcus Richter who spoke with you. His mother appears to have retired to an estate in the country with a private nurse, and no one other than Richter visits or telephones her. In our observations of Richter though, it was soon evident he has close connections with several Neo-Nazi groups in Argentina. We suspected he was using his business to launder money for them, but we were never able to positively tie his financial dealings to them. Richter is smart and he uses Swiss banks for all the transfers. Getting information from a Swiss bank is something even Israel can not easily do. The reason is the amount of Nazi gold still held in those banks.
"We needed a way to stop him, so we laid a trap for him. We forged the hallmark on a single gold bar and arranged for another currency trader who supports our cause to contact him. We also planted the story about the submarines through another of our contacts in Argentina, a former member of the ISF who emigrated from Germany to Argentina a few years ago. The man who told Richter about the smelter was another of our contacts who casually related the story to Richter's assistants. The story about the mine and its location has been rumored in Argentina for years so once we had located the smelter for him, Richter assumed the gold must be in the mine, just as we intended.
The rest of the story you already know, except that the money you are being paid came from the treasury of Ahner. We know that information through the efforts of a man who is the son of a Jewish man and his Argentine wife. He grew up in Buenos Aires and is fluent in Spanish. He has infiltrated Ahner and relays information on their activities to my unit."
I was beginning to understand now and I didn't feel good about the whole deal.
"So, there is no gold?"
Ariella smiled.
"We believe there is a cache of Nazi gold somewhere in Argentina, but it is not likely to be found. All the people who knew of it are dead by now and as far as we've been able to determine, they didn't pass the information on to anyone. As for any gold here in a led mine, well, there is a led mine a few kilometers from here, but it doesn't have any gold."
"So I came down here for nothing?"
"Oh no, you are going to be very useful. When you go back and tell Richter there is no gold here, he'll have to relay that to Ahner. In the past, his contracts with Ahner have been that he is paid an advance which would be returned should his work not be successful. Since he will have failed in this attempt, Anher will demand that Richter return the advance.
He won't be able to do that because as we speak, the US is quietly in the process of freezing all his US bank accounts and arranging for a transfer from his Swiss bank would take too long
"It would be my guess that when Ahner can't get their money back, Marcus Richter will suddenly disappear and never be found. That is what happened to the last person who promised something to Ahner and then didn't deliver. As I said, they will kill anyone without even a second thought."
"It sounds like I need to start sleeping with a pistol from now on. Thanks a lot."
Ariella shook her head.
"No. You're in no danger. We know Richter never disclosed your identity to Ahner, and the ammunition for both our rifles and your pistol are common to weapons issued to the Argentine Army and of the same manufacturer. When we leave, I'll leave some evidence that it was the Argentine Army that attacked the camp. That does happen from time to time, usually when some company commander decides he isn't being paid well enough to keep protecting them."
When we got back to the camp, Ariella took off her backpack.
"Now, we make it look like the Argentine Army was here."
She tossed a piece of paper with "RACION C/F" printed on it under the truck, and dropped an empty box of matches on the ground in front of a log at the smaller shack, then looked up.
"These would have been in an Argentine Army field ration pack. Now, we need to make it look like it was the Argentine Army who killed these men. Put your rifle on automatic fire and put three magazines of rounds into the truck and the bodies of the men. I'll do the same. We'll do the same to the other truck. It will look like they were killed by several soldiers instead of just the two of us."
At the truck by the main road, Ariella dropped a crumpled up cigarette package that would have held six cigarettes and would also have been in a field rations pack. We each burned through another three magazines of ammo. Then, she smiled.
"I need a ride to San Luis. Let's get to your Land Rover."
Ariella rides.
As I drove toward San Luis, I was thinking I'd never met such a cold, calculating woman in my life. Killing a dozen men was like swatting flies to her. In Afghanistan, I'd killed a few men and even though I'd been trained to do it, it still haunted me sometimes. Ariella was sitting there in the passenger seat like we were just taking a drive in the country.
I'd set the GPS for the house where I'd stayed the night. Ariella didn't seem surprised when I pulled into the drive. She just reached for her backpack in the back seat.
I took it slow going up the drive in case the woman was there again, but there was no car and no other sign of anyone. As I was starting to get out, Ariella touched my arm and then handed me a small cardboard box.
"You'll need these before you leave your equipment. We want it to look like all you did was walk around for four days and then leave."
In the box were about two hundred rounds for the G 36 C, a bore snake, and a few cleaning cloths.
After running the snake through the rifle bore, I wiped the powder residue from the G 36 C as well as I could by field stripping it. It was already pretty cruddy when I picked it up, so I didn't think anybody would do a very careful inspection. I then filled up the empty magazines in my vest and put them in the backpack along with the Browning. I changed back into my civilian clothes and five minutes later, the backpack was sitting in front of the door of the house and Ariella and I were on the road to San Luis.
Off the beaten path.
I could see the city in the distance when Ariella told me to turn off the highway.
"There are no good hotels in San Luis, but I know of a place we can stay the night. Take the next road on the right."
I wasn't sure what Ariella's idea of a bad hotel was, but the place where she told me to stop looked like one of the shacks where I'd picked up the Land Rover. There were chickens scratching in the dirt in front and a mangy looking dog raised it head to look at us and then went back to sleep. She told me to drive around to the back, shut off the engine, and wait.
We'd been sitting there for about five minutes when her cell phone buzzed. She pulled it from her vest, tapped the screen six times, and then held it to her ear. She just said one word, "Here", then tapped the screen again.
"They know me, so let me go first. Otherwise, you might get shot."
Who "they" were was a mystery until we got to the front door. It was opened by a man with a long, drooping moustache like a lot of the men I'd seen in Buenos Aires. He was dressed in local clothing, but he carried what I recognized as an Israeli Tavor X95 submachine gun. He looked at Ariella and smiled.
"Ariella, you are early. We have not yet started dinner."
She smiled back at him.
"Nathan, this is Dale Stevenson, the man we've been waiting on. We made better time than I thought. We can wait on dinner if my room is ready."
Nathan nodded and Ariella waved at me to follow.
The inside of the house looked about like any other house except for two things. One was the computer screen sitting on a desk in the main room. It showed a diagram of the property with symbols at various locations on the perimeter. It looked exactly like the screen of the perimeter defense system we used at the main compound in Afghanistan.
The other was the guy sitting and watching that screen and the two other men sitting in chairs beside the desk. They were all dressed like Nathan and each had a Tavor either in his lap or sitting on the desk. On that desk were a dozen or so magazines for the Tavors.
Ariella led me through a door and into a bedroom with a double bed. Once I went through that door, she closed and locked it, then turned and gave me a funny little grin.
"This is a safe house we use when traveling around Argentina. There are many more. All are equipped with perimeter alarms and manned by at least four members of the Duvdeven. We'll be safe here for tonight. Tomorrow, we'll get you to Buenos Aires and on a plane before we leave you."
Ariella pulled off her helmet then and shook out a mane of dark brown hair that reached halfway to her waist. As she tossed it on a chair against one wall, she looked at me and smiled.
"I always feel strange after combat. Do you?"
I couldn't answer her at first. That long, dark brown hair framed a face that was a lot different than what I'd seen so far. Her features looked softer and her eyes looked deeper and exotic. I knew it was just that she looked more like a woman without the helmet, but it was still a big surprise.
"If you mean being scared shitless, yes, that's what it does to me."
Ariella shrugged off her backpack and vest and set them in front of the chair, then started unbuttoning her shirt. She had the neck open enough I could see a little cleavage between the cups of her sports bra when she smiled again.
"What is does to me is I get really pumped up with adrenaline and afterwards, I have to work that out or I'll stay that way and won't be able to sleep. I'm that way now. Think you could help me with that?"
Ariella undid the last few buttons and then shrugged the shirt off and tossed it on top of her helmet. She sat one foot on that chair and untied her boot, then pulled it and her sock off. She did the same to the other boot, and then unfastened the belt that held up her pants. Once she unzipped the zipper, she let the pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
I already knew she was probably slender, but I had no idea how enticing her body would be. Ariella wasn't much over five feet tall, but that five feet was all very sensuous and very desirable woman. The sports bra flattened her breasts out, but they still looked pretty big, and her waist narrowed, then flared out to very sexy hips.
She'd hooked her fingers in the sports bra and started pulling it up when I asked if she meant what it looked like she meant. Her breasts bounced once when they came out of the cups of the sports bra and they looked even bigger. As she scratched under her left breast, she grinned.
"I wouldn't be taking off my clothes if I didn't mean that. It's the only thing that helps. Now, you can stand there with your mouth hanging open, or you can get out of your clothes and join me in bed. It's your choice, but maybe this will help you make up your mind."
I'd been pumped up with adrenaline too, but that had mostly gone away during the drive. When Ariella turned her back to me, worked her panties down over the swell of her hips, let them fall, and then turned back around, the full, dark brown bush started my heart beating faster again.
Ariella didn't say anything more. She just pulled the sheet and blanket down to the foot of the bed and then lay down with her legs spread a little. I think it was when she slowly ran her fingertips through that thick bush and then caught her breath that I made up my mind.
Now, I don't pretend to be an expert in foreplay. I think I do OK because I've never had any woman complain, but Ariella was a lot different than any other woman I'd been with. I wasn't sure what she liked so I started by cupping her right breast and then running my thumb gently over her nipple. Her nipple swelled up, long and tight, and she smiled.
"You can do more than that. I'm ready for you to do more."
With that, she rolled to her side, put her left thigh on top of me, and pulled my hand down to her mound.
She was already pretty aroused. What my fingertips felt was very soft lips that were a little slippery when I slipped a finger between them. Ariella moaned softly then, and her body jerked a little when I slipped that finger up to her clit.
She didn't give me a chance to do much more. She just raised up, straddled me and stroked my cock a little, then rubbed my cock head between her lips. She opened her mouth in a little "O" when it touched her clit, and her hips jerked again.
After she slipped my cock head back and forth between her lips three more times, she moved it back, rocked her hips up and down a few times, and then sighed as she started sinking down over my cock.
"Oh, God, yes", she sighed, and then raised back up a little.
It took Ariella four tries, but on the last one, she kept sinking down until she was sitting on my thighs. She sat there for a few seconds, the tight spot just inside her lips squeezing and then relaxing around my cock, before she started riding me. After a couple of strokes, she bent down and poked her rigid left nipple in my face.
She didn't have to tell me what she wanted, and she didn't have to tell me what it did when I closed my lips around that stiff nub and sucked a little. She gasped and her hips did sort of a quick double stroke over my cock.
That's about the way it went for the next few minutes, except that with each stroke I felt my cock getting wetter and more slippery. If Ariella hadn't been so tight, that would have made it easier to wait for her to cum before I did. As it was though, I was having some problems.
It was the way her heavy breasts swung back and forth as she rode my cock, and then way she shuddered after she bent down and I caught one of her nipples in my mouth. It was the way she rocked her hips at the end of every stroke. That little rocking motion put my cock head into something very snug and very wet, and when she raised back up, it felt like that place was sucking on my cock.
I tried to slow her down by putting my hands on her ass and holding her down, but that didn't work. Ariella just reached back, grabbed my hands, pulled them up to her breasts and then gasped as she raised up off my cock.
When she made that gasp, I felt her passage contract around my cock. Ariella took another breath and held it as she stroked her body back down. I felt another contraction, then another, and then she gasped and her hips went into overdrive. She was rocking her passage over my cock and there was no way I could keep holding back.
Just as her legs started to quiver, I rammed my cock inside her as far as I could and then groaned as the first spurt raced up my cock. Ariella cried out a second later, and I felt a flood of wetness running down on my balls. She sagged into her arms then and kept rocking her hips up and down while my cock spurted three more times. I lay there and enjoyed the nipple I was sucking and the feeling of her passage stroking my cock until she eased down on top of me and giggled.
"Umm, that's what I needed. I'll be able to sleep tonight now."
Well, it almost turned out that way. She went into the bathroom for a few minutes, then came back out and we both got dressed again. Ariella said dinner should be ready by now, so we went into the living room.
The four guys were there sitting at a table, and they all had this shit-eating grin on their faces. They didn't say anything, but I knew they knew.
Dinner was pretty good since I'd been eating M R Ees for four days. Nobody talked, but I understood. They were there doing a job and that job didn't concern me except for getting me to Buenos Aires the next day. If this had been after one of my Ranger missions, I wouldn't have been talking either.
When we finished eating, Ariella smiled at me.
"We don't have a television, and we need to leave early tomorrow morning, so we might as well go to bed now."
The way she crooked her finger at me and smiled made me think she wanted to be relaxed again, and that's what happened. I think the second time was better because it took longer and I knew what turned Ariella on. I fell asleep with her thigh over me and her breasts pressed into my chest.
Wake Up Call.
The next morning, I woke up because somebody was shaking me. It was Ariella and she was already dressed in clothes that looked like what I'd seen women wearing at the airport in Buenos Aires. Her skin was a little lighter than most, but she could easily have passed for a local.
She smiled when I opened my eyes.
"Get up. We need to be on the road to Buenos Aires in an hour if we're going to make your flight."
When I said my ticket was for a flight in another three weeks, she grinned.
"We fixed it for you last night. You depart at 5:30 this afternoon."
I thought maybe Ariella would ride with me, but she didn't. She and Nathan got into a black late model Honda SUV with blacked out windows. One of the other guys from the house got into the same model Honda, but dark blue. They put me and the Land Rover between them, and we drove to the Buenos Aires airport.
I thought maybe Ariella would see me off, but when I pulled into a parking space at the airport, Nathan stopped their Honda long enough for Ariella to blow me a kiss, and then drove to the exit. The guy in the second Honda parked a few spaces down from me. He didn't say anything when he got out. He just motioned for me to go ahead. I looked back a couple times on my way to the terminal. He was staying maybe three meters behind me and had one hand in his jacket pocket. After I went through passport control I looked to see if he was still there, but he wasn't.
Homebound.
The flights back to Knoxville were like most flights are; long, uncomfortable, and boring. First class was better than if I'd been flying coach, but when the wheels touched down in Knoxville, I was more than ready to get back on the ground. An hour later, I was back in my truck and headed home.
The next morning, I called Mr. Richter at the number he'd given me before I left Knoxville. His voice got a little higher pitched when I told him I'd been all over the area and hadn't found anything except rocks and trees and if the mine was there, the entrance had collapsed to the point nobody would ever find it.
"That is, rather, disappointing", was his reply. "Are you certain you covered all the area thoroughly?"
I told him I had pictures of everywhere I'd been if he wanted to see them. That was the truth. I'd snapped pictures of every valley I'd walked through though I wouldn't show him the pictures I'd taken of the valley with the camp.
"No", he said. Perhaps my people were in error. Per our agreement, I will have the remainder of your fee deposited today."
With that, he hung up.
After hearing Ariella's story about Richter, I had no hope I'd ever see the money. When I called the bank the next morning, I wasn't surprised that my original twenty grand was there, but nothing else.
Back in the Routine.
I didn't hear anything more from Richter. Over the next few months, I kept teaching my classes and things got pretty much back to normal, normal except that I kept thinking about Ariella. I wondered where she was, what she was doing, if she was OK, and though I wouldn't let myself hope, I wondered if I'd ever see her again.
Winter came to Tennessee and then passed into a spring with a lot of rain, but my range was now covered thanks to part of Richter's twenty grand. I continued to teach my classes and was making plans for a combat range so I could teach advanced classes in pistol and rifle work.
One afternoon in June, I was talking with the contractor who was going to build the berms behind the new range when a red Chrysler minivan drove into my parking lot. The woman who got out and started walking toward us was wearing snug jeans, a tank top, and running shoes. She looked like most of the women who register for my classes. As she got closer, I saw her long brown hair and thought I recognized her though I kept telling myself it couldn't be. When I saw her smile, I knew it had to be Ariella.
She walked up and asked if this was the place she could learn to shoot a gun. Her face looked like she was serious, but I noticed the corners of her mouth were turned up just a little.
"Yes, you can learn that here. Give me a few minutes and I'll be right with you."
Once the contractor drove away, I asked Ariella if she wanted a cup of coffee. When we were sitting at my kitchen table, she told me why she was there.
"I had some time and thought you might be interested in what happened after you left Argentina."
When I nodded, she continued.
"We have been monitoring Richter's phones for over a year so we know when you called him and what was said. We also know he called his contact in Ahner and told them there was no gold to be found. The rest of that conversation was short and just as we anticipated. Apparently Ahner had transferred the first twenty thousand dollars to Richter plus a fee of another ten thousand with the conditions that if the gold was found, they would pay the rest of what he promised you. If none was found, they were to get the ten thousand dollar fee back. Richter was to arrange for the transfer that same day.
"Instead, he placed another call and made reservations for a flight to Kuwait. We lost him for a week after that, but he finally turned up. He was floating face down in Kuwait Bay just off the city of Ad Dawhah. The cause of death was listed as drowning, but the beach at Ad Dawhah is monitored by several security cameras and none of them saw him there. Our information indicates he was attempting to reach Iran, but was intercepted by Ahner, taken out to sea in a small boat and then eliminated. The security cameras did detect a small boat off the coast the day before he was found but it was too far away to see what it was doing.
"You might also be interested in the results of what we did at the trafficker's camp in Argentina. The girls have all been safely returned to their home countries. I doubt they will believe the next Ahner operative who promises them they'll be free and rich if they just do what he says.
"Ahner did not report the incident, of course, but we know from our contacts in the organization the evidence we left was enough to convince them it was the work of the Argentine Army based near that area. I gather one of the company commanders had been criticized by his superiors for failing to stop the traffickers. He had gone to Ahner and asked for more money, but they refused. It was a logical step for him to attack the camp in retaliation, and because of the evidence we left, that is what Ahner believes. That same company commander failed to report for duty the day after we left and has not been seen since."
I smiled then.
"So everything worked out like you planned. You must be proud of yourself."
Ariella nodded.
"I am, but everything didn't work out like I'd planned."
When I asked her what that was, she looked down at the table and her voice was soft and quiet.
"At the time we planted the false information about the gold and the mine, Ahner did not have a camp in that valley. By the time you accepted Richter's offer, they had built that camp but there was no way to warn you. I was just supposed to keep you from getting killed if you got to the camp, but when you left, I realized it had become more than that."
Ariella looked up at me then.
"I have missed you since you left."
I have to admit I never expected anything like this from Ariella. The whole time I'd known her, she'd seemed very cold and calculating. The sex had been great, but I figured that was just her way of getting rid of battle jitters and I was just a convenient guy. I understood that, because I'd been affected the same way. Now, what she was showing me was a different side of herself.
"So, what does that mean? You weren't like this in Argentina."
Ariella wiped a tear from her eye.
"I couldn't let myself be this way. I was doing my job. It wasn't until after, when we drove away at the airport, the look on your face was, "
Ariella stood up then.
"Maybe I saw something I wanted to see instead of what I really saw. I should just leave."
I caught her by the arm as she walked past me.
"Ariella, I don't know how I looked then, but I've missed you too. Sit back down and let's talk about this."
That talk lasted until it was time to eat, lasted through the steaks I grilled, and than lasted until almost eleven that night. After eleven Ariella showed me how serious she was and I showed her I was just as serious.
After her body stopped writhing on my cock and she stopped panting, Ariella lay down on top of me, and nestled her cheek against my chest.
"I guess this means you wouldn't mind having me around."
I stroked hip and felt her body tighten around my softening cock.
"I'd love having you here, but don't you have to go back to Argentina?"
Ariella pushed her hips down in an attempt to keep my cock inside her, then sighed when it slipped out.
"No. My enlistment was up last month and I didn't reenlist. I decided it was time for me to be a woman instead of a soldier."
A Workable Arrangement.
I wasn't sure how that would work. I mean, I wasn't prepared to just live with Ariella forever. It's probably considered old-fashioned, but I think people who live together should be married. Since Ariella was a Jew and I wasn't, I didn't even know if getting married would be considered legal by her parents and I sure didn't want to be on the wrong side of them.
Ariella explained that her father and mother had rationalized the ideas of their Catholic upbringing by adopting the beliefs of Messianic Judaism and that was how she was raised. She could marry a Christian man, but there were some things I'd have to learn and some responsibilities I'd have to assume, especially if we had kids. We agreed it would be good to live together for six months or so before making a final decision, and in the meantime, she's teaching me what I need to know.
The new venture.
I built the combat range and now offer classes in combat pistol and rifle shooting, but I don't teach them. When Ariella and I tried out the range for the first time, it was obvious she was the logical choice to teach those classes. Her times were about ten percent faster than mine. I told myself it was because she's smaller and can move faster. I teach basic firearm handling and the concealed carry course.
Mostly men take the combat training classes and the first group was a little hesitant when Ariella introduced herself as the instructor. That hesitance lasted until she sat them down in the bleachers and showed them what they're going to learn. That first class spread the word and now we have a waiting list for the combat classes. All she tells them is she used to work for a police force, which is kind of true, I guess.
We're getting more and more local law enforcement officers going through the training. It's more training than they need to pass their annual firearms qualification, but most say they've been in at least one of the training situations during their career. We're happy to help them out. Law enforcement students get a fifty- percent discount.
That's about it, except that Ariella has started talking about a family. She's twenty-eight, and she's worried about waiting too long to start. I'm more than ready. I've learned most of what will be expected of me by her faith and it won't be that hard to do. A lot of it is the way I was raised.
What I don't yet know is how we're going to explain how I met their mother to our kids. I guess we'll have to make up a nice, romantic, normal type of story. They probably wouldn't believe the real story anyway.
By ronde for Literotica.