Part 29 (1/2)
”No cameras.” Brett wouldn't meet her eyes.
It didn't occur to her until that moment that they might have used cameras already. ”Have you-”
”No,” Jack replied immediately, and she sighed inwardly in relief.”Let me show you how the wiring works,” Brett said.
”How am I going to take all this with me undetected?”
”You won't. We'll hand it to you in China and wire you personally, but you need to know how to, just in case of emergency.”
”Okay. What do I do?”
Brett looked at the floor. ”Take off your clothes.” Heather gasped. ”Do what?”
”I can't place them otherwise.”
She wanted to get angry at how easily she was expected to undress, but Brett looked so uncomfortable she didn't bother.
Not just taking her clothes off, but having to do so in front of two appealing gay women, one of whom she was extremely attracted to, was awkward at best.
Jack coughed loudly and opened a magazine.
”Fine,” Heather mumbled, and unb.u.t.toned her blouse while Brett busied herself with the duffel bag.
She stood with her s.h.i.+rt undone, unsure what to do next. She was glad she'd at least chosen one of her nicer bras that morning, but it was too sheer for her to feel entirely comfortable. ”How much do I need to take off?”
Brett turned to look at her and her gaze froze on Heather's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”That's fine,” she whispered.
Heather couldn't remember the last time someone's stare made her feel so exposed yet so appreciated.
Brett stood less than a foot away. ”I'm going to place this, flat surface down, on your chest.” Her eyes never left Heather's.
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Heather nodded for her to continue.
Brett knelt and placed the small cold device high on her stomach, just beneath her bra, and held it in place with one hand while she handed Heather a small roll of tape with the other. ”I'll need two pieces about an inch-and-a-half long.” Heather handed her the first piece. She felt like electricity hit her when Brett's soft fingers brushed her skin to apply the tape. She tried to control her breathing, but the rest of her body was beyond her control. ”I'm cold,” she lied when she saw her nipples react.
Brett took her time looking at them and then up at her. ”It is chilly in here.”
Heather handed her the last piece of tape.
Brett maintained eye contact with her as she placed it on top of the device. ”Tape it diagonally across and it'll hold.” She was so close Heather could feel Brett's breath on her chest.
Brett fished into the duffel again and pulled out a thin, square device about the size of a small iPod. ”This is the receiver. I'm going to tape it to your back. If you're doing this alone, try to use a mirror and get it taped securely in roughly the same area.” Heather gave her two more pieces of tape and turned around.
She felt Brett place it in the middle of her back, and when she was finished, Brett stood and faced her.
”So far, so good.” Heather couldn't look away from Brett's intense gaze; it put her in a trance-like state. ”But what happens if I have to wear something a bit more revealing, Brett?” Brett placed her hands at the top of Heather's slacks. ”May I?” she asked.
Heather nodded, too unsure of her voice to speak.
”Call me Landis.”
Heather looked at her. ”Excuse me?”
As she slowly unb.u.t.toned the slacks and pulled them down a few inches, exposing cream-colored silk panties, she replied, ”Brett is a cover for this job. My name is Landis Coolidge.” She pulled another bug out of the bag and knelt again in front of Heather. ”If you place it here...” Landis looked up at her. ”Make sure you shave or-”
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”I'm shaved. Was everything you said to me a lie...Landis?” Heather felt strange referring to her that way, but if she'd lied about everything else, maybe she'd also lied about her attraction to Heather.
Landis looked at her panties and with one finger pulled them down enough to expose the smooth flesh above her pubic bone.
She felt a little light-headed when Landis's fingers made contact with her skin, and her hands trembled as she ripped the tape in preparation.
Landis stopped what she was doing and looked at her. ”Yes...
everything...was a lie.” Her voice was heavy with meaning.
”Will you be able to hear me with the mic down there?” Heather managed to say.
”Loud and clear.” Landis smiled and got to her feet. ”b.u.t.ton everything up so we can make sure you're comfortable and everything is concealed.”
She got her pants refastened, but her hands were shaking badly as she started on her s.h.i.+rt.
”Let me help.” Landis slowly b.u.t.toned her s.h.i.+rt. ”The bugs...
are you comfortable?”
Heather looked around at her surroundings for the first time since Landis touched her. Jack was still lost in the magazine. She took a few unsteady steps. ”I think I'm good.” She glanced down at her decollete to make sure nothing was visible, then up at Landis, who had backed away a couple of steps. ”Can you tell?”
”No.”
”You guys finished?” Jack asked.
”Yes,” she and Landis answered simultaneously, still looking at each other.
”'Bout time. Let's wrap it up. Our fun-packed weekend starts in a few hours.”
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ChaPter twenty-Four.