not appear to be trolling the area for a possible client.
Interesting . Kathleen sat at the bar, ordered a soda, and kept an eye on the woman, who was at the other end of a long crystal bar that had been sculpted to look like a huge block of ice. Her target merely sat there, sipping some kind of umbrella drink and ignoring several attractive men who made passes.
To Kathleen’s surprise, at least two of them then turned around and approached her, but she likewise spurned their attentions.
With little to do, she glanced around the nightclub. Like everything else in the facility, it had a Russian theme. What was visible of the upper parts of the walls had been painted with scenes from a Russian city, with the brightly colored buildings with their unique architecture. Beneath the paintings, the lower portions of the wall were made to look like a combination of stone, snow, and ice. Here and there, fake fog leaked from the walls to cascade down in thin ribbons onto the stone floors. The fog reached all the way to the dance floor. There the light from the illuminated floor colored the mist as the movements of the dancers made it twirl and jump before dissipating in the air.
The club was rocking, filled with twenty and thirty-somethings sucking down one expensive drink after another. As another hour passed, it started to get even more crowded, especially by the bar. For a moment, Kathleen lost sight of the escort as people pushed forward to get drinks. A man shoved her from behind, jostling her and causing her to spill a goodly portion of a new glass of soda.
She glared over her shoulder at him and he offered a sheepish apology. “Can I buy you another?” he asked, but with the kind of look in his eye which warned that he would want more than a drink eventually.
“No, thanks, I’m meeting someone.” she said and glanced across the bar.
The woman was gone.
With a rough push against the man who was still almost pinning her to the bar with his weight, she broke free and stood on tiptoe. Luckily, she caught sight of her target as the woman hurried toward the exit for the club.
Kathleen snaked her way through the throng of people moving toward the bar and dance area. When she finally broke free of the press of bodies near the doors of the club, she turned on her transmitter again and focused on the chatter.
The woman she had been trailing had just entered the restaurant and asked for a table for one, but apparently Petrov had other ideas.
“The other two chicks don’t look too thrilled,” one of her agents said.
“They figure they’re going to lose a piece of the action,” another agent replied.
Kathleen strolled past the restaurant and caught a quick glimpse of the group. The two women who had been with Petrov earlier were visibly displeased by his attention to the new arrival. Petrov’s bodyguard didn’t seem too pleased either, maybe because he sensed the growing tension between the women and didn’t relish having to wade into a catfight.
As Kathleen stepped into a nearby gaming area, Petrov hugged and kissed his current companions before rewarding each of them with a handful of large denomination chips. Apparently that was enough to satisfy the women, and they resumed their meal while Petrov turned all his attention to the woman Kathleen had been following.
With his arm around the escort’s waist, he leaned close and nuzzled her neck, and brought his hand to rest just below her breast as he whispered something in her ear.
The woman laughed brightly and covered his hand with hers, drawing it down to a less risqué position. Despite that, there was no doubt that as the two left the restaurant together, with Petrov’s bodyguard following at a discreet distance, Petrov would soon have his hands all over the attractive woman.
“Mason and Williams,” she said softly, calling attention to the two agents she had assigned to Petrov. “Keep them in sight and report back to me on what’s
Interesting . Kathleen sat at the bar, ordered a soda, and kept an eye on the woman, who was at the other end of a long crystal bar that had been sculpted to look like a huge block of ice. Her target merely sat there, sipping some kind of umbrella drink and ignoring several attractive men who made passes.
To Kathleen’s surprise, at least two of them then turned around and approached her, but she likewise spurned their attentions.
With little to do, she glanced around the nightclub. Like everything else in the facility, it had a Russian theme. What was visible of the upper parts of the walls had been painted with scenes from a Russian city, with the brightly colored buildings with their unique architecture. Beneath the paintings, the lower portions of the wall were made to look like a combination of stone, snow, and ice. Here and there, fake fog leaked from the walls to cascade down in thin ribbons onto the stone floors. The fog reached all the way to the dance floor. There the light from the illuminated floor colored the mist as the movements of the dancers made it twirl and jump before dissipating in the air.
The club was rocking, filled with twenty and thirty-somethings sucking down one expensive drink after another. As another hour passed, it started to get even more crowded, especially by the bar. For a moment, Kathleen lost sight of the escort as people pushed forward to get drinks. A man shoved her from behind, jostling her and causing her to spill a goodly portion of a new glass of soda.
She glared over her shoulder at him and he offered a sheepish apology. “Can I buy you another?” he asked, but with the kind of look in his eye which warned that he would want more than a drink eventually.
“No, thanks, I’m meeting someone.” she said and glanced across the bar.
The woman was gone.
With a rough push against the man who was still almost pinning her to the bar with his weight, she broke free and stood on tiptoe. Luckily, she caught sight of her target as the woman hurried toward the exit for the club.
Kathleen snaked her way through the throng of people moving toward the bar and dance area. When she finally broke free of the press of bodies near the doors of the club, she turned on her transmitter again and focused on the chatter.
The woman she had been trailing had just entered the restaurant and asked for a table for one, but apparently Petrov had other ideas.
“The other two chicks don’t look too thrilled,” one of her agents said.
“They figure they’re going to lose a piece of the action,” another agent replied.
Kathleen strolled past the restaurant and caught a quick glimpse of the group. The two women who had been with Petrov earlier were visibly displeased by his attention to the new arrival. Petrov’s bodyguard didn’t seem too pleased either, maybe because he sensed the growing tension between the women and didn’t relish having to wade into a catfight.
As Kathleen stepped into a nearby gaming area, Petrov hugged and kissed his current companions before rewarding each of them with a handful of large denomination chips. Apparently that was enough to satisfy the women, and they resumed their meal while Petrov turned all his attention to the woman Kathleen had been following.
With his arm around the escort’s waist, he leaned close and nuzzled her neck, and brought his hand to rest just below her breast as he whispered something in her ear.
The woman laughed brightly and covered his hand with hers, drawing it down to a less risqué position. Despite that, there was no doubt that as the two left the restaurant together, with Petrov’s bodyguard following at a discreet distance, Petrov would soon have his hands all over the attractive woman.
“Mason and Williams,” she said softly, calling attention to the two agents she had assigned to Petrov. “Keep them in sight and report back to me on what’s
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