Last Dance - Sex Stories

Last Dance

... less than enthusiastic with Justin for some time.

She had fumed all day Sunday; it was just as well that Justin had made himself scarce. Bill had better not be a minute late she thought as her driver pulled up in front of Chez Antoine's, she was going to roast him to a crisp regardless.

"Ah Kate, there you are; punctual as usual" Bill was already at a table and rose as she came into the restaurant. He held her chair for her as she took a seat.

The owner was right there, but before she could speak, "Jeffry, please being Judge Morgan her favorite Martini. I'll have a Riesling, and we'll both have the salmon. Soup for me and a Caesar for the Judge."

So like Bill to try to get the upper hand in a difficult situation. How he knew Jeffry by name, her favorite drink, entre, and salad was his way of showing off. We'll she had some intel of her own to bring to the battle.

"Bill, two can play that spy game you know. I haven't detected any chatter from your people about this life and death stuff." There, let him stew on that.

"Of course not Kate. All your sources of information are honey pots designed to only feed you what I wanted you to know. They always have been, right from the beginning."

"But you promised me that you would not be spying on me anymore that day in my office!"

"That was all AB's doing. She put all the devices back almost right away. And all without either Sheila or I knowing. I only set up my honey pots such that when you got your own ...

... surveillance up and running it would give you nothing useful. I found out later what she'd done, but I have to admit I didn't make her dismantle any of it. In the ensuing 11 years since that day, you have been under our constant observation. You have literally no secrets from us. In fact, upgrading the surveillance on you has been the graduation exercise for field agents for some time. Again credit AB for orchestrating that. You should be flattered that only the state-of-the art spy stuff is good enough for you. Which brings us to our chat for today."

"Well Bill, it seems that you have outsmarted me yet again. What revelation are you going to surprise me with now?"

"Kate, you have at best nine months to live."

"What kind of sick joke is this?!"

"It's no joke. Justin has given you a particularly virulent strain of AIDS. I believe it's called the Brazilian variant. Which is fitting, he got it from a young woman from Brazil he has been boffing. You've probably noticed that you're starting to feel under the weather the last couple of weeks."

"You really must hate me to pull such an evil prank as this! I'm going to take all the information I have on you and get the DA to start an investigation." Kate was literally spitting fire.

"I told you Kate, none of that stuff you collected is of any value. Besides, as of last night all your data stores have been wiped. You literally have nothing in those offshore cloud servers or the drives in your wall safe at home. Zip, nada. We ...