Ron had driven them to the beach in the King's Red '69 Mustang convertible. The royal collection of valuable cars was extensive. There he led the American guests to an exclusive section. Servants instantly set up umbrellas, and took drink orders. Both Lori and Judy were in sun glasses, and had appropriate beach-wraps on. But Judy whipped hers off, revealing a cute hot pink bikini. More slowly, Lori dropped her shawl wrap to reveal an understated bright white once-piece. She stretched her arms up.
"Uh Lori, I don't think you're going to get noticed too much here," Judy stated, looking around. It was a nudist beach!
"Yes, well, this is Tourenbourg, ladies. We let it all hang out!" Ron left as the two girls settled down with colorful drinks under their umbrellas. Judy was staring at the sea, never having been to the Mediterranean before. But Lori took out a power notebook. She went through 5 levels of security. Finally, the initial screen appeared.
Project Unstable Elements.
She continued reading.
Private treaty between the US and Tourenbourg. Classified on a need to know basis.
Received chatter with threats to compromise situation. King Alex is targeted. Infiltrate his circle. Be inconspicuous.
Behind them about a hundred feet was a beach-side bar, where Ron entered. He was greeted in the local language, obviously a regular, receiving his usual drink, and sitting down at a table by a window. He opened his brief case, taking out several files. Atop read US Government: Confidential. Underneath it was : Citizen Profile: Lori Evans. He had already creased the pages.
"Heh! Lori! Come on in!"
"Oh boy..." Lori thought. She logged out, placing the powerbook in a secure brief case. They hit the surf screaming. Judy started to splash Lori, as she splashed back. This continued, each time getting more and more wet. Finally Judy grabbed Lori's hands as she was loosing balance. They struggled for a few seconds before the brunette grabbed the blond's shoulder straps and pulled down her suit. Lori in shocked response pulled off Judy's top, as they fell into the surf.
A commotion happened in the bar, as a patron shouted "American Girls going wild!" Ron looked up, as some not so nicely groomed men were eyeing the surf with binoculars, excitingly discussing the sights. The bartender threw a pair to Ron. He searched the waves........"Ay Car-rumba!" He cursed. Wet, Lori was a sight. Her breasts bounced up and down, so firm. But then he saw her.........a tight ass, breasts that pointed up and bounced with each jump of her perky body. And a thin waste that seemed to have to stretch over her hips. He felt flush. Language interchanged between the men. Ron sighed, looked at his folders, took out one that was sealed. The name upon this one was Judy Loomis. He took his pencil, and broke the seal.
The man with the turban walked through a dark alley, and into an inconspicuous doorway. There, several younger men of dark complexion spoke in a foreign language. They led him into a back room, where two women waited for him. One was heavy set, with too much make-up. The other was a strikingly beautiful black haired woman, with slightly russian features.
"Well, you indecisive little shit, what do you think of her?"
He turned to his side man. "Gene, give me the picture." The tall man handed it over. With his bulging eyes, he looked over the beauty. "Unbelievable!" He replied. "She looks like an exact copy!" He gazed at his sidekick, and slowly they started into an ecstatic laugh.
"OK big boys. Pay up Lucretia now, or I press the self destruct button!"
The tall partner brought out a stuffed travel bag, and opened it to reveal nothing but Euros. The garishly made up woman grinned.
"I should have contracted out my skills earlier," she said as she eyed the two thugs. "You take the risk. But I get the dough. Tah Tah!"
That evening, after a shower and getting dressed, the girls finally got to see the King, escorted by the Minister.
"Why the beard Alex?" Lori had asked after hugging him while she touched it.
"Ron said it made me look more like my ancestors."
"And you're not lean anymore." She felt his shoulders. "You've put on a lot of muscle."
"Again," Ron interjected, "I encouraged his development that way. We have to preserve a Kingly look."
A warm stream seemed to flow through Lori and the King as they reflected on their youth. The four of them had dinned together, and while Ron and Judy enjoyed their company, it was truly old school for the two chums. Judy hadn't realized how close they had been.
"So, Lori, what do you have in that shoulder bag?" the King asked curiously.
"I brought some items you might like," she said, placing it on the table, and revealing a power notebook, casettes, videos, DVD's, and pictures. "Let's see.......Counting Crows, Smithereans, Kaptain Kool and the Kongs, U2 at the Garden, Oz Fest 05..." the King was flipping out. Ron looked at Judy.
"Did you see Ozzie Osbourne with Black Sabbath this year?"
"Oh, I can't even take one episode of his show." Ron laughed.
"Here, have some more wine."
"OK!" she said with a cheeky smile. "Boy, this tastes so different from the stuff I used to sneak from my parents."
"It is from an award winning pressing in 82. Bordeaux."
"It feels odd in my mouth."
"That's the oak casket for aging." He swirled his glass to inhale the aroma. Judy tried, spilling a little.
"My father had an expression. If the wine bottle wasn't big enough to hold the door open, it wasn't worth buying." The minister laughed, almost spitting out his mouthful.
"Wine by the gallon?"
"You know it. The happiest day for Dad was when he could buy wine in a carton." Still laughing, Ron gazed into her eyes, as his hand brushed past hers. Suddenly she felt like she had been shocked all over her body.
"So, while the business of changing government is all done except waiting for next the elections next Monday, I have a great need to party with my good friends. I hope you and Judy are up to it," invited the King.
Judy expected Lori to say no, but to her surprise, her normally conservative mentor said, "In your Kingdom, I wish to enjoy whatever hospitality you share with us." Ron and the King smirked.
They entered a central lounge room, where a dozen of the King's cronies had come. The revelers were sitting around on overstuffed sofas and chairs, talking and drinking. The King carefully introduced the ladies to all his friends.
Ron returned with martinis and cosmopolitans. They toasted each other and sipped their strong drinks. "Now, my gorgeous American ladies, this way please, to one of the great reasons to party in Tourenbourg." They followed him to a side room with the bar. On a glass table was an assorted collection of striking glass water-pipes. Ron then pointed to a dish in the center of the room.
"The royal stash!"
King Alex was holding a joint. "Tourenbourg Gold, Lori?"
Judy knew that this was too much. She saw the look of disgust in Lori's eyes, but then it disappeared. "Just like old times, Alex?"
Judy's eyes bulged. "Come and sit down," Ron said. "Have you ever smoked pot before?"
"Uh, no. Something about it being against the law."
"Well, it's legal here. Try this bong." Blub-blub-blub. He held his breath for a few seconds, then exhaled the smoke. "It's very mellow."
So Judy inhaled, and proceed to cough loudly. As she recovered, she looked up to see Lori dragging on the joint she was sharing with Alex.
"By the way, Lori, Judy," Ron continued, "Please don't be alarmed. I put a dose of X in your drinks."
Alex chuckled with a long, stupid laugh.
"It's no good," said Lori, as she looked at her drink. Then she gulped it down. "I'll just have to have another, without the X." Judy was ready to freak.
Judy's sense of time was all distorted. She kept hearing this strange language, and yet everyone came over to talk to her with almost perfect American English. She got up and paced around the main lounge. It was dark now. The windows provided an incredible view. But the partiers were mostly in a circle.
Lori stumbled up to her. "So, Judy," she said as she stuttered her speech, "Are you having a great time or what?"
Judy looked back, and thought that she waited 20 minutes to respond. "This is so weird. You're stoned! You're drunk! We're on X!!!"
"Judy, it's legal here. And we're on vacation! Enjoy yourself."
The ladies watched the partiers gathered in a circle playing a game of spin the bottle. The bottle pointed to two girls, who giggled, and proceeded to kiss each other.
Judy said in disgust, "Ewwww! This place is sick!"
"Judy, don't let it psych you out. Tourenbourg has different values than our country. Besides, a girl kissing a girl isn't particularly perverted. Didn't you practice kissing with a girl friend when you were young?" Apparently, the pot and x had gotten Lori to talk a little too much.
"Ummm, I don't remember."
"Well, I remember Shelley planting one on you when we were strapped to that wheel trap. Bizarre, but it happens." Lori was swaying, spilling her martini. "It's no big deal. Loosen up!"
"Hey, ladies," Ron began, "As our special American guests, why don't you join us?"
"Only if Alex joins as well" a grinning Lori said.
"Our old spots, Barbie?" he respond with a smile.
As Lori went to join the circle, she said to Judy, "Drop you puritan attitude. We're in a relaxed country. Here, Ron, be her opposite."
"I've never played!" Judy said, in a druggish freak out.
"You never played in high school?"
"Remember, I was a major geek when you met me. That's why I could leave high school."
"Just have fun." Lori left to sit down, as Ron, with a mischievous look, grabbed Judy's hand. In the circle, Lori ended up next to Ron, and Judy next to the King. There were fourteen people in it now, with a strange assortment of giggles and the glutteral tones of Tourenbourgish.
The bottle eventually landed on Lori and Alex. The blond crawled over, like a tigress on the prowl, as Alex had a school boy look on his face. Judy was right next to the action, as she saw Lori plant a deep kiss. The x seemed to intensify the tongue noise and breathing. As the blond pulled away, Alex breathed deep and grinned ear to ear. "Better then I remembered!" She smiled back.
In three more spins, the bottle landed on Ron and Judy. He crawled across the floor, with a gentle smile. His commanding green eyes found her, as she felt her face go flush. He gave her a warm kiss on the lips, gentle and not too long. "Think of that as an official welcome from the Tourenbourg hospitality commission." She smiled back.
It was a dare! The group was mixed, with guys kissing guys as well as girls, girls kissing girls as well as guys.
"Don't take it too seriously." Judy looked to her side, suddenly realizing Alex was still there. "We're looser here. Relax. Besides, you're it again." She looked at the bottle. It pointed to her. But Ron had disappeared. Lori had accidently moved to his place, pursuing a conversation on Tourenbourg relations with the US with the next person in the circle.
"Go ahead, you prude," grinned the King. Judy decided at this point she would prove to Lori, Alex, Ron, and whoever, that she was no prude. She silently crept on all fours. Lori was still oblivious, in her conversation. As she took a breath after talking about Roosevelt and Reagan in the same sentence, she felt lips press against hers. She responded with an intense tongue kiss, pressing her lips firmly against her spinning partner. Who was it? Who cared! She kept her eyes closed, held the body close as her tongue circled around the mouth. The group began cheer. It was at that point the Lori realized there was no facial hair, and then that Judy had been on the other side. She pulled back.
Judy giggled. "Think I'm a prude now?" she grinned back.
Lori's hair hung messed around her face. She looked into Judy's eyes intensely, and then cracked up. Hysterically laughing, the girls got up from the circle.
"Hey, King!" Lori said as she walked over to Alex. "One of your subjects wants to check out your royal scepter!"
He chuckled and got up. Judy walked over to Ron. "So how was it?"
"What?'
"Your kiss?"
"Did you set that up?'
"Call me naughty! Here" he handed her a purple drink. "This is called a Mediterranean Sunrise. Don't worry. There's no X in this one." Thirsty, she gulped it down. He led her to an overstuffed sofa. Judy peered for Lori, who was on a love seat nearby, wrapped around Alex. The partiers were now pairing off, with one group of three. Not necessarily boy-girl either.
"So, Judy, is this situation new to you?" asked Ron, laying back.
"Uhhh - Well, yes" She looked back at him.
"If you're uncomfortable, we don't have to stay."
"Well," as she looked around, it was apparent that this had become an orgy. Lori pulled her shirt off, and then ripped off Alex's.
Judy tried to think through the haze. "The King?" She looked to see Lori going down on Alex, who had an ear to ear grin.
"Don't worry. Lori has special place in his heart."
She look around the room. Two girls were sixtynining nearby, several couples fornicating, some guys she couldn't see well and didn't want to, and then Lori and the King. The blond was mounted directly on top of his groins, sitting up. She heaved up and down, as her hair and breasts bounced. Her beautiful breasts.
"Would you like to stroll the castle grounds?" Ron asked.
Judy looked back at his eyes. "Yes, that would be more my speed right now."
Outside, there was a chill that marked the Tourenbourg evening in the heights. A light ocean breeze. Ron took Judy through a back stairwell down through some security entrances. Guards were posted every so often.
"Breath of fresh air, Minister?" One guard said to him.
"Yes. Let's say it's an unusually good party tonight."
"You're the second official who's been around the grounds this evening."
"Really. Who else?"
"Minister Berger passed by not ten minutes ago." Ron thought nothing of it.
Judy was stumbling down the steps.
"Judy, are you all right?"
"Sure. Do I look stoned?"
"Yes. Please let me hold on to you." He put his arm around her shoulders, as Judy grinned.
"What about you?"
"When the King parties, I stay sober. Maybe a drink or a drag. That's it."
"So you're second in command?"
"No, I'm the one who forces coffee down his throat until he is of sound mind again. All the decisions are his."
As they strolled down the stairs and into the terraced gardens, Judy thought she saw two shadowy figures. She was dazed enough that even though one looked familiar, it just didn't make sense. But Ron was concentrating on safely guiding his charge to the east bluff lookout.
From behind the hedge, a shadow hissed, "Berger, that was almost a disaster."
"He's not suppose to be here now."
"But he is." Silence followed.
The couple arrived at a stone wall at the edge of the gardens. Judy looked up to see a stunning sight. Below was the thriving metropolis of Tourenbourg, with it's sky scrapers, night clubs, and harbor. Beyond that, the dark Mediterranean. And beyond that, the full moon was rising. Judy gasped as she leaned down. But when she put weight on the stone wall, a rock broke loose.
"Ahhhh!!!" she hissed as her hand slide over the wall.
"Gotchya!" Ron said firmly, having not let go of her. But she looked over the wall to see the stone tumbling off a hundred foot ledge. He pulled her back as she flung into his arms.
"Better be careful there, Miss Loomis!" he said, piercing her with his stunning green eyes. She felt arms, much too muscular for his deceivingly slight build.
"I'm lucky you were there." She said with a giggle.
"Heh, we all need someone to help us get back from the edge." He pulled her back, but she did not let go, as her arms clung around his neck. "Just promise me you'll return the favor some day," he continued. She leaned up to him and kissed him."
Up the terraced gardens near the entrance, the hidden shadows stirred. "The Minister is just womanizing again. He's oblivious."
"Let's hope so. Now, please show me the hidden entrance to the barracks."
Ron and Judy held hands looking out at the rising moon.
"You know, I'm shocked at Lori."
"You should talk to her about her relationship with the King."
"She's always had men looking twice at her. She gets them."
"Some prefer that look. I, on the other hand, like smaller hips...." she looked at him, "big brown eyes, big cheeks," she smiled, "and soft, full lines." She leaned in again, putting her arms around his waist, as they shared an extended kiss. She leaned against his body, feeling the excitement surging through his system. But she was not so far gone as to let it go further. She was not yet ready to share herself with him.