Around The World In 80 Babes – Chapter 8: Naked danger

Around the World in 80 Babes

by: TRL

Chapter 8: Naked Danger

February 20th, 2005

Guildsman Bar,

Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall was more than a little happy that his back was to the wall. For one, it let him keep half an eye on the door, waiting for his rather unusual date to arrive. And, for another, the images on his laptop computer would’ve made him more than a bit conspicuous to the rest of the crowd.

After all, it wasn’t every day a man in a bar could watch an Olympic Gold Metal skater having her pussy licked by a 19-year-old former prostitute turned celebrity fucker.

“Good stuff, Lambert,” Stall said quietly into the microphone hidden in his collar. Back in London, Thomas Lambert was sending the latest images from the other side of Germany. Not twenty minutes ago, Marissa Call, Stall’s newest hire, had managed to seduce her way into the bed of Katarina Witt. In just the few weeks Stall had known Marissa, she’d helped him get digital video of four celebs engaging in lesbian sex – Penelope Cruz, Laetitia Casta, Virginie Ledoyen, and now Katarina.

On the screen, Marissa was going to town, sliding three cum-coated fingers deep into Katarina’s slit. The young blonde had the skater writhing on the bed, Kat’s impressive tits swinging back and forth like uncontrollable balloons. Stall remembered seeing Katarina’s Playboy issue all those years ago, and she looked just as good now.

There was a story here – Marissa had somehow turned blatantly heterosexual Katarina into a more than willing lesbian lover. Marissa had a way with women, but this was fast for even her. On the screen, Katarina had pulled Marissa’s body over her own, and the two women were engaging in some tentative 69-ing. Marissa was eagerly devouring Katarina’s cunt, while the skater did a more gingerly job on Stall’s employee.

“This is only half edited stuff,” Lambert’s voice cut into Stall’s thoughts. “The rest is raw footage, but I’ve got a couple of really good shots of Marissa opening up Katarina’s slit while she jams that tiny vibrator she got up her ass.”

“Save those for the end. The rest of the Timekeepers will enjoy it.”

“So, when’s your date going to get there?” Lambert asked.

“Soon, I hope. She just got back into the country earlier this week, and is scheduled to leave for the States again day after tomorrow. Here’s hoping she’s got time for an old friend.”

On the screen, Marissa had flipped Katarina over and was licking her pussy from behind. The skater looked like she was all of three seconds away from orgasm, but somehow, Marissa kept her off it for several minutes, switching from barely teasing Katarina’s clit to full-out tongue fucking her slit.

Stall was caught up watching Marissa slide three fingers up Katarina’s ass when the door to the bar opened, and his date walked in. Glancing up, he caught site of her and instantly shut down the computer. Smiling, he stood up, hit a single button on his watch, and headed over to meet her.

“Richard!” She said, reaching out to hug him. He returned the hug, making sure his hand made contact with her bare arm.

“Heidi,” Stall said, smiling. “Long time, no see.”

“You have no idea how surprised I was to get your call,” Heidi Klum replied as she sat down across from him.

* * *

“How the hell does this guy know Heidi Klum?”

Crow rolled his eyes slightly as he sat at the edge of the bar, sipping his beer. Raven was already on her third, and it showed by the fact that of the six buttons holding her shirt over her breasts, three were undone. Generally, her rule of thumb was one beer, one button.

“This is the same guy who fucked a pregnant Alizee in France two weeks ago,” Crow muttered. “Blackbird was right, Stall’s got connections to famous pussy.”

Raven flicked a strand of long, dark hair out of her face and glanced over at the table Stall and Klum were now sharing. Judging from the fact that it was easily hot enough to cook an egg in this crowd, the ice hard nipples trying to rip their way out of Klum’s top meant that she was easily a target for Stall’s great pussy hunt.

“We can’t knock him off in this crowd. Not with her here now,” Crow muttered.

“We’ll have to follow them back and do it when they’re alone,” Raven replied.

“I don’t know,” Crow replied. “We can’t be killing her, either. Any investigation into her death would be a little too big for Blackbird’s taste.”

“What if we do some sniper work?” Raven asked. “Take him out while they’re doing it? She’d be so embarrassed that she was fooling around on that new fiance of hers that she’d probably as the police to keep it well under wraps.”

“That’s an idea. We’ll have to move quick, though,” Crow replied. “We don’t know if they’re going back to her place, or his hotel room.”

Raven looked over at Stall and Klum. Heidi was running her fingers up and down Stall’s arm. There was a hint of lust in her eyes, and it was clear to someone like Raven, who knew a woman’s body language like the back of her hand, that engagement or not, Stall was getting into Heidi’s panties tonight. If not sooner.

“Better go get the car ready,” she told Crow. “And try not to mess things up here like you did in France, alright?”

“Nothing got messed up in France,” he muttered as he stood up and left.

Raven rolled her eyes and went back to her beer. If she was lucky, she’d get another button undone before Stall and Klum ran off to get their freak on.

* * *

February 20th, 2005

The German Autobahn,

Somewhere in the Middle of Germany

“You’d think this autobahn thing would work better,” Marissa Call muttered from the back of the limo.

“Excuse me? I’m doing something like a hundred miles an hour here,” Michael Burke shot back over his shoulder. “That not fast enough for you?”

“First of all, how is it you’ve been driving in Europe all this time now and haven’t learned the difference between miles and kilometers yet? Secondly, considering the fact that your boss is probably getting it on with Heidi Freakin’ Klum right now, you bet your ass this isn’t fast enough for me.”

“This from a girl who just spent two hours fucking Katarina Witt. Do you ever get enough sex?”

“With men, sure,” Marissa replied. “With women, I guess it’s possible. With hot, famous celebrity pussy? Never. Now step on it!” Burke increased speed, but not by much.

“Why’d Stall send you to get me, anyway?” Marissa asked as she scooted closer to the front of the limo.”

“He didn’t. I knew he’d be busy for a few hours, and you were done getting lucky with your ice skater, so I figured I’d grab you and we’d get back with plenty of time.

“Huh,” Marissa replied.

“How exactly did you get into Kat’s ever-so-hot panties, anyway?”

“Trade secret, boy,” she responded. “Trade secret.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Uh-uh. You’ve had one of my blowjobs. You KNOW I’m fun.”

Burke laughed at that. “I guess you’re right,” he said. “I guess you’re right.”

* * *

February 20th, 2005

Penthouse Suite of The Cologne Hilton,

Cologne, Germany

“This is so the last time we’re ever doing this,” Heidi Klum said as she pulled Richard Stall into his hotel room, slamming the door behind her with her foot.

“What, you don’t like me all of a sudden?” Stall smiled as he flipped one of Heidi’s painfully erect nipples beneath her shit.

She squinted her eyes for a second, the grabbed his tie, pulling him to her for another passionate kiss. “You know that’s not true,” the Blonde said. “Every time we’ve had sex, it’s made me lose a boyfriend. I’m engaged now. No more sex.”

Stall reached down and ran his hands under Heidi’s skirt. Grabbing the edge of her panties, he slowly slid the white thong down and off the model’s legs, leaving her hot box exposed to the air, if not quite in view.

“I mean it, Richard,” Heidi said as she pulled him back to his feet and kissed him again. Her hands managed to loosen the tie enough to slide it over his head. She threw it to the floor and instantly moved her fingers to the buttons on his shirt.

“You said that last time, Heidi. Hell, you said it when you were pregnant, and we still did it that one night in London. Remember? In the back of your limo?” As he spoke, Stall slowly pulled the top Heidi was wearing up and over her chest, exposing the perfect breasts and nipples Heidi was famous for.

“I remember,” Heidi whispered as Stall gently pulled the top over her head, messing her hair slightly.

“Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you?” Stall asked as she pulled his shirt off his shoulders.

“Yes,” Heidi moaned as his hands found her breasts. He started kneading them slowly as she closed her eyes and favored the sensation.

“Do you also remember how I took you from behind while you talked on the phone with your agent?” Stall asked as she slowly started pulling his belt off.

“Oh, god, yes,” Heidi whispered as she managed to undo his pants, allowing the slacks to fall to the floor and exposing Stall’s tented boxers.

“So,” Stall said as he reached down and undid the tiny snap holding Heidi’s skirt around her waist. With a woosh, it fell to the floor, leaving the super model in all her glorious nudity. “Do you still think we shouldn’t have any more sex?”

To answer him, Heidi practically ripped his boxers off him and threw him on the nearby couch.

And, over in England, one very happy techno-nerd was relieved that he’d sent enough cameras to cover Stall’s entire suite, just in case his employer couldn’t get Heidi Klum all the way to the bedroom.

* * *

February 20th, 2005

Roof of the Nillobic Credit Union,

Cologne, Germany

“Got him,” Crow said, his eyes focused through the sniper rifle’s sight. “He’s in the main area, not the bedroom.”

“What, he go home alone?” Raven asked. Usually, she took the sniper shots – she was a far better shot than Crow on her worst days. But she’d managed to get all but two buttons on her top undone at the bar, and her eyes we slightly blurry. She wasn’t drunk – she could drink sailors under the table in less than thirty minutes in the shadiest of Shang Hi bars – but she never risked an operation like this when her skills weren’t at their sharpest.

“Oh, no. They’re going at it right now. Damn, he’s got a good lookin’ ass on him. Wish I’d had the chance to get with that for a night.”

“Crow, you’re nuts,” Raven replied, grabbing her binoculars and peered into the propper window. “Holly shit, no wonder she’s a super model.”

“So, you want me to axe him now, or wait until he’s done?”

“Better to wait,” Raven said, wishing all of a sudden she had time to fool around with someone down at the bar. “Besides, it looks like she’s enjoying it. Might as well let her have some fun before we ruin her night.”

“Fine, but I don’t have as good a shot at the bedroom. We aren’t exactly directly across from them here.”

“If it looks like they’re heading for another room, go ahead and blow his brains out. No point risking him getting out of range.”

“Right,” Crow muttered.

* * *

February 20th, 2005

Penthouse Suite of The Cologne Hilton,

Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall had been Heidi Klum’s on-again, off-again lover for more than four years now. They had met at some function or another years ago, and by the end of that night, Stall was buried to the hilt in her snatch. Their friendship had developed mostly over sex. Frequently, their sessions would be slow and tender, Stall slowly sliding in and out of Heidi for hours on end while they discussed their lives and their (mostly sexual) desires. One session like that had lasted more than 12 hours, and had they not had access to several condoms and a full supply of lube, Stall was certain he would’ve given his penis rug burn before they were done.

Heidi had never expressed even the slightest hint of romantic interest in Stall, and that was fine by him. When he’d met Lambert and conceived the idea for this little trip around the world to tape celebs having sex, he had known that, sooner or later, he’d be able to get Heidi on camera. Really, it was the biggest given on this entire trip.

Of course, that hadn’t stop him from using his watch to spray some of Lambert’s chemical lust-inducer onto his hand before he touched Heidi for the first time. Better safe than sorry, Stall figured.

“Oh, god, yes,” Heidi hissed in his ear as he penetrated her hot, wet cunt once more. Currently, she was riding on top of him, sliding herself up and down his shaft while he gripped her breasts. Woman on top was such a wonderful position for a guy. Just lay there, while she does all the work and you get all the reward. Stall knew certain moves in the Kama Sutra that would bring a woman to orgasm in twenty seconds flat. But with Heidi – and all of Lambert’s cameras watching – he wanted to take his time and put on a good show.

Heidi rode him like a stallion for several long minutes, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down in his hands as she practically jumped up and down on his cock. Stall envied any man who got to sleep with this piece of ass every night. There was a reason he kept coming back to Heidi time and time again.

Finally, Heidi seemed to tire. Her pussy swallowed his cock one last time before she collapsed on top of him, physically exhausted if not sexually satisfied.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to be on top for a while, would you?” She asked.

Stall smiled as he rolled over on the carpeted floor, pushing his cock even deeper into her snatch as he did so. Now above her, he slowly started stroking in and out, controlling the action for the first time that night.

“Mmm, just like that,” Heidi moaned as one of his hands found her breasts, and fingers playfully started squeezing nipples.

“You like that,” Stall said. It wasn’t a question.

“You know I do.”

“I know you do.”

“Don’t play with me, Richard,” Heidi pleaded. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Stall increased his pace, feeling the heat between them rise. This wasn’t going to be a seven hour epic. But, judging from the fact that Heidi had been facing one of Lambert’s hidden cameras when she’d been riding him, the video would be fantastic.

Harder and harder, he thrust into her, plummeting out inside her as he “hit bottom” with almost every stroke. She flung her head about, almost as if it had come unhinged from her neck as they fucked like experts. They knew each other’s bodies, knew what got the other one off the fastest. If he placed a hand right there. And if she slid a finger over that. And if he flexed his penis just at the right spot. And if she clenched her pussy at exactly the right time.

And, as if on cue, he touched her as she slid her finger, and he flexed as she squeezed.

Heidi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her climax almost over took her. And Stall practically collapsed on top of her, his head landing in the comforting pillow of her ample breasts as his strength left him, and he was no longer able to hold his head up.

And it was that temporary loss of strength that saved his life.

* * *

February 20th, 2005

Roof of the Nillobic Credit Union,

Cologne, Germany

“Now,” Raven said.

Crow squeezed the trigger just as Heidi’s head hit the floor. As he started, Stall’s head was almost dead center in his sights. From their slightly elevated angle, Stall’s head was almost perfectly framed by the window frame. The assassin applied just the right amount of pressure, but moved just half a second too slow. The bullet left the chamber at the exact moment Stall’s head fell temporarily out of sight beneath the bottom of the window.

“Fuck!” Crow muttered, knowing at once he’d missed the shot. Despite the traffic noise from the busy street below, the report of the shot firing echoed around them, and the sound of breaking glass and a woman screaming a half-second later.

“Again!” Raven urged.

“He’s out of sight,” Crow hissed. “I can’t see him.”

“Stand up,” Raven said. “You’ll see him if you’re standing up.”

“No time,” Crow muttered. “We’ve gotta get out of here.”

“Not without killing him,” Raven said.

“He’ll try to run,” Crow said. “We’ll get him before he gets to his car.”

“Go grab our wheels,” Raven said, pulling out the small semi-automatic pistol she kept on her whenever he wardrobe would allow. “Meet me down there. I’ll get him and then we’ll get out of here.”

“Right,” Crow said, throwing the sniper rifle into it’s case and mentally going over his checklist to make sure they hadn’t missed anything.

* * *

February 20th, 2005

Penthouse Suite of The Cologne Hilton,

Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall heard the glass shatter and the thud in the floor next to him almost at the same time. Without thinking, he rolled over Heidi and pulled her with him until they ended up just next to the now broken window. Heidi was screaming in fear, but Stall didn’t have time for that now.

“Boss, what the hell is going on there?” Lambert’s voice entered the small receiver in Stall’s ear.

“I don’t know,” Stall said, looking about.

“Someone’s shooting at us!” Heidi screamed. For half a second, Stall thought that she was hearing Lambert, too. Then he realized she was just catching on to what was going on.

“Stay down,” Stall said, thinking fast. He needed to get out of here, and quick. He needed to get in touch with Burke down in the limo and let him know that he needed a escape route, and quickly.

He also needed pants. There was nothing worse than facing danger while your naked balls swung between your legs.

“Heidi, stay low and crawl into the bedroom. Get on the phone and tell the hotel manager to call the cops.”

“What are you going to do?” Heidi asked.

“Call my driver,” Stall said, angling away from the window as he crawled towards his pants. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Oh, god, what are we going to do?” Heidi moaned as she started crawling on her hands and knees towards the other room.

“Don’t panic!” Stall said, acutely aware that there hadn’t been a second shot fired yet. Well, better safe than sorry.

Heidi crawled into the bedroom, getting out of earshot about the same moment Stall reached his pants. Grabbing his cellphone, he made an urgent call.

* * *

February 20th, 2005

The German Autobahn,

Just outside Cologne, Germany

Burke was already driving like a madman when the phone in the limo went off. Marissa picked it up.

“Stall?” She asked.

“Marissa? Where the fuck are you?”

“Burke and I are just outside of town,” she answered. “We’re maybe ten minutes away from the hotel.”

“Someone’s shooting at us over here, and I don’t think it’s Heidi they’re after.”

“Right. Lambert told us what was going on a second or two ago. Michael’s all but flying there now. Can you get out of the room?”

“We can, but I need you to meet us at the main entrance to the parking garage with the limo. And tell Burke he better remember everything he learned in that defensive driving course he claims he took!”

“We’re on our way,” Marissa replied. She hung up as Stall did. “Now will you speed up?” she asked Burke.

“My pedal’s already to the metal, but believe me, I’m going to try.”

* * *

February 20th, 2005

Parking Garage of The Cologne Hilton,

Cologne, Germany

Raven double-checked her ammo before she slid up next to the small Golf parked almost directly across from the main entrance to the Hilton from the parking garage. If Stall was going to make a run for his limo, he’d half to come out here.

“No sign of Stall’s car yet,” Crow’s voice entered her ears through the small headset she now wore.

“Keep your eyes peeled,” Raven said, wishing she’d had time to change into something a little more stealthy. People tended to remember hot brunettes wearing very tiny skirts, leaning up against crappy German cars while shooting a gun at a famous super model’s sexual partner. More than ten minutes had passed since Crow had flubbed that first shot. If Stall was going to try and run, it would be any second now.

Leveling the pistol with her line of sight, she put her finger on the trigger and waited, patiently. Any second now.

“We’re good to go,” Crow said. “I can pick you up in thirty seconds.”

“Stand by,” Was all Raven said.

Suddenly, the door to the Hotel opened. Clad only in a man’s white shirt that almost certainly did NOT cover her crotch, Heidi Klum stepped out quickly. Close behind her, wearing only some slacks and carrying his laptop computer, came Richard Stall.

Smiling, Raven took aim, and fired.

To Be Continued…

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