The Safe House
Here's part two of how Dom and Kungfukitten met. To read part one go here.
Our safehouse was a small apartment adjacent to Red Square. We had obtained invitations to a fete at the Czar’s palace posing as dignitaries from Romania. Never mind I could barely understand the language, let a lone speak it. Dom assured me, my role was to smile and nod politely. Our host, Nadja was in the kitchen chopping onions and pouring them into a large kettle on the stove.
“It smells good.” I said in Russian to her. She merely nodded and kept to task.
I sat on the sofa and slid on my high heels. I was wearing an ivory silk dress covered one shoulder and had a full knee length skirt (remember this was the eighties and I didn’t get to pick out my own outfit. Whatever was Dom thinking?) I had a silver necklace from which dangled three large bone carved beads. The necklace looked innocuous enough but with a little ingenuity it could be assembled as a stethoscope. I had been chosen primarily for my safecracking skills.
I walked into the hallway and found Dom struggling with his red bow tie. I stifled a smile and walked up behind him. I made sure he saw my reflection in the mirror, it’s never good to sneak up on a trained killer. I put my arms around his chest and reached up to the bow tie, smacking his hands away from the fine silk. I carefully tied the bow for him and tweaked it into place. We made a fine looking couple in the mirror, but would it be enough to convince everyone at the dinner party?
“In your training they never taught you how to tie a bow tie?” I teased.
“I’m much more comfortable around weapons and vehicles,” he said. “speaking of which, they will frisk us when we go in.” He gave me a slow appraising look up and down my body. “At least they will frisk me. You may be able to get these inside for us.”
He held up two five inch knives snug in their nylon holsters. I raised my eyebrows. “And where do you think I can hide these?”
Dom crooked his finger at me and led me into the living room. He tapped the wooden coffee table and I delicately placed my heeled foot on the table. He gestured for me to lift my skirt. I obliged him.
“Higher.” he commanded, then hastily added. “please.”
I lifted my skirt higher and heard Nadja drop a frying pan in the kitchen. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh and lowered my head. His fingers worked quickly and aligned the holster with the top of my stockings.
“Put the hilts to the back of my leg and towards the inside.” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even. “That way, if I have to pull one, I can do so without drawing attention to myself. Plus they won’t be as likely to frisk me there. But if you put it too close to my inner thighs I’ll have to waddle.” That brought a smile to his face, at least I assumed it was the joke which was making him smile.
When I had a knife holster wrapped tightly around each thigh Dom did a quick visual check then ran his hands down over my skirt.
“Anything?” I asked.
“The folds of the fabric hide it. Nothing a cursory feel would detect, although anything more thorough and we’ll be in trouble.”
“Well then, we’ll just have to make sure no one else gets their hands on me.” I said with more confidence than I felt.
Dom went to the closet and came back with a deep gray sable fur coat. It must be worth thousands of dollars. He wrapped it around me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “They’ll be looking at the coat. When you take it off give a turn so they’ll be focused on your bare skin. They won’t think there’s anything under the dress. You are ready?” he asked.
“Da.” I breathed.
Posted by kungfukitten
2007-02-20
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