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Enemy Agent 1
Janis Joplin sang that she's looking for "One Good man". I suppose that I've spent my life looking for the same thing, I've often settled for one or two who were less than good but not horrible.
Now for the present, I came to france a few years ago in search of that man, but more importantly, looking for peace and a safe place to live out my retirement. I had been retired for 5 years before I decided to leave the US. I had always wanted to live in Europe,to experience the freedom from the conservative religious cults that ruled the US. After looking at many places I had decided on the south of France. It was not to be the tourist filled areas but a quiet village near the med and the border with Spain.
I looked for almost a year, making numerous trips to the area. I finally found the most ideal location, 15 miles from the coast and the beaches. I had been fortunate in my business dealings, buying property in both the US and Europe. I had also made a great deal on money in the tech stock market before it fell.
All in all I had the resources to live comfortably and well. My home was an old farmhouse with a simple garden on the edge of the village. The village had all the essential services with a post office,small store, and a cafe-restaurant. One side of the village bordered a large military base. Over two years I renovated the house,putting in all of those things I thought I would need,including a pool. I had also done some writing for various travel publications in the US,detailing my discoveries in traveling in Europe. That and my small consulting jobs kept me occuppied but mostly I enjoyed a quiet retirement.
It had been my custom to dine out once a week and to hit the nearby gay bar and disco. On one of my evenings out I stopped at my regular cafe for a drink before going home. I had my usual conversation with the very masculine bartender and sat reading the local paper. I noticed only one other customer there,a swarthy looking young man about 28. We acknowedged each other with a nod and I went back to my paper.
After a short time he came over and sat at the next table. He struck up a conversation with me,in french then in english,about the local scene and the nearby military base. I had noticed quite a lot of activity recently and mentioned it to him. We discussed my background for a while. He told me that he worked as a free lance information consultant. He was a very interesting person about 5 foot 10, a seemingly fit body with dark hair and deep blue eyes. Very handsome but far too young for me.
We talked for a while longer. I noticed that it was late and thought I should be getting home. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that it would be nice to continue our conversation. A few days later I was working in my garden when the phone rang. I grabbed the cordless from the patio table to answer it.
It was Luc,the man from the bar. He asked if I would like to have dinner with him. I explained that I usually went into Nimes once a week to eat. We talked and agreed to meet that thursday evening at the bar where had spoken and then go to dinner.
When I arrived at the bar I noticed that the regular bartender had been replaced. I ordered a drink and commented on the missing bartender. The new man, Micheal, introduced himself and said that it was due to a shift change. I took my drink to an outside table to wait for Luc.In a few minutes he arrived and sat down. Micheal came out to get his order. We talked while finishing our drinks then left for a nearby restaurant.
The meal went well and we talked of local life, American politics, and the differences in life styles in france and the US. Luc mentioned that I seemed to have very good observation skills. I replied that it was due to my previous job. We talked of my teaching experiences and travels. I carefully avoided mentioned the "other" job, that of an agent for various government groups. My teaching at the univeristy had allowed me to travel extensively in Eastern Europe before the fall of the Iron Curtain. On these trips I was able to meet with other university professors and some dissidents. The information I gathered was useful to my employers.
At the end of the meal I was relaxed and feeling very comfortable with Luc. Our conversation eventually got around to our sex lives. Luc mentioned that he was quite open in his own sex life, having often "experimented". Since we had met in a cafe known as gay friendly, I, too, admitted having done the same. The scene was set for further moves but I had learned that in France, one could not always assume anything about sexual preferences. Many men would talk about it but not engage in it.
He finally asked if I liked to go for a nite cap. I agreed, having little else to do.
We left and wandered through some back streets into a neighborhood that I didn't recognize. Finally we arrived at a small cafe. I was introduced to the owner, his uncle. We were shown to an upstairs room, overlooking the street. His uncle brought us drinks and a sweet tea from the middle east. I don't remember much of the evening except that I was very drunk and was persuaded that driving home would be dangerous. I followed them into an adjoining bedroom and lay down.
I awoke in the morning with a big hangover and naked. The TV was blaring in the corner. I looked around, trying to adjust myself. Finally I was able to focus and noticed that the TV was playing some kind of porn. My friend Luc, was laying on the bed next to me, naked also. The porn became clearer as I stared. I was in it with Luc and his uncle doing all kinds of things with me that I had only imagined in fantasies.
Luc grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back into the bed, mumbling "We'll talk later." I slept fitfully for a few hours more. I finally woke to find the bed empty- no Luc, no uncle. I went downstairs to the cafe where the waitress smiled at me and offered a cup of coffee. I finished it and hurriedly left for home.
Part 2
I had been home for a few hours when the phone rang. It was Sonja, an English woman who lived in the village. She had obviously noticed that my car did not return last nite. She invited me over for lunch. I accepted. We had a pleasant enough lunch on her terrace. I explained that I had met a nice young man for dinner and spent the nite at his place since I'd had too much to drink. She was very curious about him.
She asked if it was someone that I'd want to see again. I assured her that it had been a nice evening. My cell rang just as we were finishing lunch. It was Luc. He asked if I was feeling better. I responded and then he asked if he might come out to the village to talk to me. I was hesitant but agreed to see him.
The rest of the day was spent recovering from the night before and trying to remember what had happened.
That video image kept coming back to me.
Luc arrived at 1600 right on time. His car was older but he was dressed in a causal manner with a tight shirt that showed his well defined chest. His tight fitting european jeans held a nice package. He was all smiles and friendliness. We has a somewhat strained conversation over a glass of local wine.
Finally the other shoe dropped! "I know what you saw on the TV", he said. "We need to talk about that now" he continued. I froze in my seat. I had a hundred questions to ask but couldn't say a word. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and smiled. It was the smile of a person who knew he was in control.
I hated that the most, not being able in control of the situation. "I, we, need your keen skills of observation to help us gather information. It is very a special skill you have. Since the fall of the Soviet Union the intelligence field has broken into many, independant brokers. Some of them are quite specialized, others gather bits of general information. I represent one of the latter." I looked at Luc.
How could this innocent young man be involved in something like that? Something that is probably highly dangerous! I finally was able to speak, "What do you want? I am a simple retired professor. My skills, as you call them, are very common." Luc reached across the table,holding my hand in his. He spoke softly, "It's more about who you are. We know of your past, of your secret life, and yes, of your sex life. I shared that with you that night. It was more than a trap for you. I felt something in you respond to me in a way that I have not seen before.
Let me assure you that we do not work for any government. We are a family operation, selling to the highest bidder or working under contract." He held my hand tighter.
I didn't know what to say to him. I thought that I had fully buried my past life. I didn't want to reopen those bad old days. Luc was a threat to my now stable life.
Luc stood from the table and walked around behind my chair. He leaned over my shoulder and kissed my neck tenderly. "I want more from you than information. I want you to love me. I have yet to find someone for that", he whispered. Sucker that I was, I fell intio his trap. He lead me back to my bedroom and proceeded to make love to me. He turned on all of my buttons. I still did not buy into his plan for me but I certainly bought into the sex part.
We were in bed until late that evening. When we finally got up it was sTarting to get chilly, as it often does out here in the country at nite. I wrapped a robe around me as I went to light the fire in the fireplace and one in the woodstove in my bedroom. Dinner was an after thought. We went into the kitchen to find the ingredients for a simple pasta supper. Over our dinner, sitting in front of the fireplace, Luc told me more about the "operation" and the organization he worked for. He assured me that I would not be acting against the interest of my own government. Most of the information that I would gather would be of a commerical nature. I agreed to meet him again the next day at the cafe.
I thought that this was the end of our evening and that Luc would now leave. But I was wrong. Luc's powers of regeneration were pretty good. After dinner it was back to bed for another 2 hours of love making. Finally, well after midnite he left to go home.
The next day I set about cleaning my house and garden. In the early afternoon I did my emails, finding a message from my brother about another writing contract. As I finishd my EMs Sonja appeared at my gate. I invited her in for a cup of coffee and we had a pleasant visit while sitting in my garden. I knew she was curious about my mystery man so I decided to let her have a few littles bits of information. I told her he had visited and stayed for dinner. She asked about him. I gave her the bare details- age 28, short, dark hair, blue eyes and his name, Luc. Oh yes, and I was meeting him for drinks later. She seemed to approve.
When she left I began to get ready to go into town to meet Luc. After securing the house and checking my appearance once more, I left for Nimes. I arrived early at the bar. Micheal was again at the bar. I greeted him and ordered my usual. We talked for a few minutes. He seemed interested in my meeting Luc. I thought that maybe he knew him or was interested in him. Micheal was a tall, muscular blond with the typical french haircut-short. Our conversation was interrupted by Luc's arrival.
We took a table on the other end of the room, after securng our drinks. Luc placed his hand over mine on the table as he talked. He explained that his"uncles" would like to meet me. He also told me that they did not know of his sexuality. I asked about that. He said that since it had never been the topic of more than idle conversation it was not important to him or to them. He thought that they preferred that he not be involved with anyone to make it easier for him to move from place to place. As we talked I noticed Micheal passing by the table to go to the downstairs toilet and the store room to get bottles. I'm sure that he noticed Luc's hand over mine but since it was known as a gay friendly place I took no notice.
I finally agreed to go with him to meet his "uncles" that evening. We said farewell to Micheal as we left the bar. We walked for about 15 minutes into the old section of the city. Off a small side alley, Luc led me into a dark doorway. He stopped for a moment,kissed me, and then rang the door buzzer. A tall, dark man answered and ushered us in. We climbed a steep set of stairs to the upper floor. In the main room was a table set for 6. There were four other men sitting there. LUc made a low bow to them and then motioned me to sit in one of the empty chairs. He sat next to me. A short conversation,in a language I didn't recognize,took place between Luc and one of the men. He turned to me and said,"I told them that you were considereing my offer and that I preferred that we spoke in English to make sure you understood. I nodded my agreement. At this point his" uncle" began to talk. "You are welcomed to my house", he said.
Continuing he said "Luc has told us of your skills and past work. We are very generous men and would be happy to have you help us." I nodded again. Luc took up the conversation here. "We know that the french military base has been very active lately. Out fisherman friends have also told us a large naval exercise off the coast from Toulon. The government also has chartered a number of cruise ships to transport 3000 soldiers from the base. We need information on their plans." Here I began to have doubts about their intentions. The worried look on my face led LUc to continue. "I suspect that they will be undertaking joint exercises with some north african nations. We'd like to find out which ones so as to determine any commercial activities attached to these areas." Here I spoke up, "But what have I got to do with this?" The men around the table all smiled. LUc looked nervously at me before speaking. "You have had experience with military men in the US. you understand how they think, you've even taught them. The french are no different! I will arrange for you to meet them informally,in casual situations,to get to know them and gain their confidence. Perhaps this way we can gain information from them about the plans" After much discussion of th potential dangers and my own loyalties, I agreed to give it one try,just to see what they are doing. They made me a generous offer of 6000 euros for the first 2 months. Luc agreed to be my personal trainer and contact. He told his uncles that he would move into my house on a temporary basis to train me. They agreed and we parted after a fine dinner. This time I made sure that we all ate from the same dishes and drank from the common carafes. No more tricks! Luc and I left, sober but well fed.
We decided to go back to the bar to talk about the arrangements. Micheal had been busy decorating the bar for a party, so we were forced into a small back table while he worked. Our table had already been decorated with elaborate paper flowers. Micheal brought us the drinks we ordered and then went back to work. I asked Luc about the moving arrangements and training he thought I might need. He explained that he would feel safer if I had some training in arms,small guns,in the unlikely event that they would be needed. He also thought that I would need some training in how to extract information that was needed. He had an overnight bag with him and was prepared to begin staying at my house this very evening. Tommorrow he would take me to a farm owned by a friend where I could learn to use a small gun. I had not lived with anyone for a few years and didn't know how it would work. We all have our habits and routines. When someone comes into our lives it changes all of that. I explained that to Luc. He held my hand tighter and leaned in for a short pect on my cheek. "We'll be fine. I already know where everything is at you house and I hope to fall right into your routines and fit like a glove into you life. I want to be a part of it. I want to have you comfortable with me close to you. I want you to love me as your partner. I nodded my agreement and held his hand tighter. We said our good byes to Micheal and headed for my house and our first nite.
The night was strange. While I had had other people stay over it was never with the anticipation that it would be long term. Luc's presence was an entirely diffrent thing. He did remember where most things were. He was a quick study for that. His few things fit into a small space. The only item that was awkward were his two guns. I had always had a fear of loaded guns and I told him that. He slept with them under his side of the bed. We had fixed the wood stove to give us a small amount of heat to ward off the evening chill. Luc had brought a bottle of champagne that we chilled. It was to celebrate our new arrangement. Now I'm not a big drinker of champagne. So after 2 glasses I was pretty gone. Luc took over there with lesson number one- making love to me. I was sober enough to know and enjoy what he was doing to and for me. His exquisite body moved me around0 each time sending new heights of passion into my body.
There were places that I didn't know could feel that good. I responded to his passion with a heightened passion of my own. He entered me gently, making sure that I was ready or him and bringing me along with him in passionate movements. He used 40 minutes of foreplay to bring me to a final burst of orgasm with him. I felt as if my head would blow off. Afterwards we held each other for a while before cleaning up and cuddling to sleep.
The next morning his cell phone rang as we were eating breakfast. It was his bank,there had been a problem with his account and he needed to be there that morning. Luc was quite frustrated. I told him that I'd drive him into town since I had to do some shopping and maybe we could then have lunch. It was agreed! We got ready to leave around 1030. We were on the small road leading to the highway when we were stopped by a gendarme at a road block. He asked to see my registration and then to make sure that I had the required safety equipment in the trunk of the car. When I opened the trunk,he leaned in pretending to look at something and spoke to me in English. "We are watching over you sir. I'm putting a small tracking device in you auto and other devices will be put into your house while you are gone this morning to help the government monitor these people. Go to the bar in Nimes before you do you shopping,give them the shopping list and they will explain it all to you. I got back into the car and explained to Luc that it was the normal road stop to make sure I had all of the newly required safety equipment. They obviously thought that rural people would try to get away without buying it. I told him that I had about an hour and a half of shopping to do and would meet him back at our normal bar around 1300. We drove on without interruptions.
I dropped him off and then parked in the underground garage. I walked the few blocks to the bar. Micheal was working,he had a cup of coffee waiting for me. "Do you have your shopping list?" he asked. I pulled it out of my pockets I need quite a bit from 2 or 3 grocery stores. He called down to the office and a very handsome young guy came up to get the list and was gone after asking me a few questions about it.
Micheal led me down the stairs to the toilet and office area. We went into the office. There were two other men there,one older gentleman, and a tall military looking man. I sat at the table with them.
The older gentleman began to speak. "You have been chosen for a special assignment. Your government has been informed and given their permission. The group you are working for is very dangerous. But we have given assurances that we will protect you. The other gentleman you see here is Captain Henri Venet. He will be one of your main contacts. We will be feeding filtered information to LUc and his people by Henri. He is fully aware of the dangers and will try to spend as much time around you as posssible.
Micheal here will be you point man in the bar. We have installed listening devices in your home to monitor the conversations and plans of LUC. This will create some difficulty for you but realise that we are all adults and understand the problems involved and we are descreet. I must leave now,but Henri and Micheal will fill you in." He stood, shook hands with all of us and left by a hidden back door. We sat at the table in silence for a few minutes. Finally Micheal spoke,"You must understand that in the french military there is no rules against gay men serving. We are both gay.This assignemnt requires that we act on that,sometimes without other soldiers, sometimes with others. We hope you can understand that it's a part of our job." I nodded. He continued, I think that we need to practice one thing- kissing. French ment have a certain way of kissing and you should expect that and not get upset. " He came over to me and put his hand out for me to stand. I did. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a long lasting kiss. It was wonderful. "That was the way we here in the south kiss" he said. Henri got up to join us. "This is how I kiss" he said. He put both his arms around me and pulled me over. He began at my neck and worked up to my ear and then my cheek before attacking my lips. It left be breathless. We all were hard. This lesson sure did that to us.