Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Doctors in the Shadows 8 Pointe Noire Aid Station Dr. Moreau entered her office just before 0800 hours and saw two office message forms in her In-Basket, reading "Sujet pressant/Urgent Matter". Apparently, Wright had arrived earlier than Moreau as was his efficient custom. There were phone messages from MSD office in Brazzaville directing that Moreau and her staff needed to deal with items of importance. Simone was lucky enough to get through to the MSD headquarters on her first try over the notoriously unreliable Congo Tel phone system. After speaking briefly with her Country Director, she had her clerk notify Dani and Wright they were needed for an urgent meeting within the hour. The urgency of the task from HQ bothered Dr. Moreau only slightly. She saw it more as annoyingly disrupting the plans Cmdr Laurent and she were trying to achieve. MSD HQ and US embassy wanted her to conduct an in-depth interview with Pelham, the high strung Reuters reporter and a significant food convoy up to Loubono. Pelham would accompany the convoy as well and report on its progress. Moreau decided she would step over to her toilet in the adjoining hut from her office and have a cigarette and plan her moves for briefing the staff. The shapely doctor rarely smoked except when in deep thought on a matter as she was now. Also she was a little miffed at Wright's failing to visit her last evening. She'd gone to bed keenly anticipating and desiring some oral attention from the man. The doctors and clerks were all milling about waiting to disperse to their daily routines when another urgent phone message came from Brazzaville. Wright gave the hastily scribbled message to Dr. Peeters and said "Just put it on the table in her dining area." The new message was to alert MSD, that Colonel Cisse, the District Cmdr for Congo Army would be a passenger on a Puma flight coming in the next day or so along with the Reuters reporter. Peeters stepped down the breeze way and into the unlatched entrance of Moreau's hut. In his typical absent-minded fashion, he entered without knocking. Moreau was seated on the portable commode in her sleeping area as she leisurely inhaled a menthol cigarette. Her thin cotton dress was hiked above her waist and her lacelike peach colored panties were wound about her shapely thighs. Settled on her commode, Moreau assumed she had privacy as she released her bladder and gushed her pungent piss into the bowl. Peeters halted in the living area at the sound of the foaming cascade of the woman's hot urine into the portable john. His gaze fixed on the shapely mature doctor, Peeters stood stark still and watched as she settled her lush behind on the commode seat. After a gentle puff on her cigarette the woman grunted slightly, her concerns were making it difficult to move her bowels. She had to really force the first turd out of herself, her pinkish-brown rosebud pulsing, with its puckered grey entrance opening and closing as though it was gasping for air. Eventually she felt it move, then with a grunt and sigh it slid down her anal passage and out of her ass. Peeters' eyes were almost on stilts as he watched the woman void her waste with a cross between a plop and a thud. The room from the sleeping area to the dining area was filled with the stench of the first reeking turd and Peeters did not want to embarrass the head physician. Then the small sleeping area resounded to the ringing tones of a loud burst of ass gas as Moreau expelled another and then another large smelly sausage of her shit. Up at Djambala Garrison, Lt Fournier and a crew were alerted to prepare for a round-robin mission to Pointe Noire. Fournier was informed he had two distinguished visitor passengers manifested on the mission. Fournier would bring the Reuter's reporter Tom Pelham to do an imbed with MSD. His second important person, Col Cisse was coming for a hasty meeting to finalize additional Congo Army tasking for the plus up at Pointe Noire. Peeters left the urgent note on Moreau's dining table and slunk away quietly after watching the senior doctor attend to her hygiene, and shimmy her panties up, tossing her cigarette butt in the john and flush the portable commode. Absent-mindly as well, Moreau took a final drag from her smoke and dropped the butt in the commode, flushed, washed her hands and returned to her office mere moments behind the now excited Dr. Peeters. Luanda, American Embassy Cmdr Laurent worked the phones eagerly getting Karen settled in over at the Political-Economics Desk, which everyone referred to as Poly-Econ. Laurent diligently began the staff work needed to put the weight of her office into supporting the Aid Station caught in the middle of a triad of bureaucratic snafus. Getting her badge, Karen could not believe the ease of access she now had and how it would aid her in performing her mission for MI6. MI6 wanted to keep tabs on what other western countries were doing. Karen would be able to do that and more. She was now literally a fox in the hen house. Pointe Noire MSD Moreau met with Grimes and Wright at 0915 hours explaining the task ahead. "Guys, the WFO (World Food Organization) has criticized the allies in a live cable broadcast in Brazzaville." She said as she fixed Wright with a gentle gaze. "They report Congolese people are not getting food at Loubono because the warehouse stores are empty. Then they show footage of freighters at dockside here in Pointe Noire. It's all very slickly edited video. Dani had seen these kinds of media hijinks before on other humanitarian missions and shook her head in disgust. "It's one thing to write in a two inch column in the Miami Herald, as they did in Guatemala, but live color video was bound to catch and hold the world's attention." She said. Wright scribbled notes in his journal and prepared for a busy go as Moreau continued her briefing. "So in addition to Monsieur Pelham we will also entertain one Col Cisse who will arrive on the same Puma flight." She continued after a pause, "Pelham will go on the convoy mission to Loubono and so will I." The fact Moreau was going on the convoy mission jolted Dani and Wright and pointed to the fragility of MSD's standing in this region of Congo. Dani asked Moreau if Cisse's visit was a good sign on her request for more troops for Capt. Opango, also the additional truck request. "Dani, please we must give Cmdr Laurent a little more time. I'm sure we will see positive results." Moreau replied evenly as she closed the briefing. "Dr Wright would you stay after for a moment and Dani if we in MSD can help you with the food convoy prep we certainly will, Cherie." Dani went immediately to her office and wrote a note to Opango. Sealing it in an envelope, she had her clerk carry it down to the Congo Army on the south end of the Aid Station. With the door still closed, Moreau quietly informed Wright, "I missed your tongue last evening Neil." "How about I come by tonight before you retire?" Wright said soothingly as he watched her cross her legs where she sat. He did not want to prolong the talk for fear of probing questions about how he spent the last evening fucking Dr Girard. Moreau shivered at the thought of Wright licking and sucking her holes. Her firm nipples tingled inside her bra as she remembered how he last played with them. She even thought of stepping away from the office for a bit of play, but there was just too much work to do. She simply nodded and said, "OK." Capt. Opango was not in the tent encampment to receive the note from Dani. He, Lt Dume and two squads of soldiers were at a clearing outside the Aid Station doing tactical small arms training. They would be gone until the end of the work day. From her office Dani worked steadily filing logistics requests to build the loads of food rations and medical supplies for a 4 truck convoy. Dani told her staff to think big on this convoy, but she did not disclose that Dr Moreau and a western reporter were making the trip to Loubono. As she thought more on the matter she decided it was really more practical for her to go on the convoy to Loubono as the mission was about food. She decided she would go, also her being an American may engender some favorable press from Pelham and Reuters. Claire and Dr. Peeters were busy working the afternoon portion of the MSD clinic schedule for Sick Call. Both doctors were mentally preoccupied as they went about their routines of seeing patients. Late in the afternoon before clinic closing, Peeters could not get the view of Dr. Moreau's lush body on the toilette out of his mind. Every time he'd see Dr. Girard seated, bent or stooping to a task his cock would grow turgid with lust. Girard's mind was elsewhere also. Her predicament was worsening as now she was being extorted sexually by her supervisor and the Congolese soldier. As she washed up at a field sink, she glanced behind her to see Peeters ogling her curvy backside in her skirt. "Oh no. I hope Roux didn't gossip about me to Peeters." The young doctor thought to herself. Her nurse came and informed her she'd handled the last patient of the day, so Girard sat and began signing off paperwork. After a few moments, she noticed Peeters standing directly in front of her holding a stack of papers from his days work. "May I help you doctor?" she asked testily. "Ah I well...ah. Wondered if you'd join me for dinner at my hut. Or our hut Roux and I, we share a hut." Here it comes, thought Girard. The solicitation for unwanted sex, because Roux had gossiped like all men do. Suddenly she stomped her left foot peevishly and demanded louder than she intended. "What is it you really want?" "I know it's not dinner for social sakes. "Did the others say something about me?" she said almost childishly. Peeters stood alongside the chair she sat in and lowering his voice answered her in French, to make sure there was no confusion. "Je ne vois pas ce que tu veaux dire. Personne ne dit rien/I don't know what you mean. No one said anything." Dr. Girard's eyes blinked unbelievingly. "Votre une jolie fille, je veaux juste im travail de main, il ya si longtemps/You're a pretty girl, I just want a hand job, it's been so long." He added shyly as he glanced around hoping the Congolese staff were too busy to notice the Europeans and their conversation. Girard mopped damp perspiration from her face and cleavage and glanced up shyly. Answering, "We can't do it here and please you must not tell anyone. Recalling that Karen her hut mate was in Angola for the next several days, Girard blurted out, "Come to my hut at 6pm before supper." Then grabbing her messenger bag she swiftly walked out of the clinic tent. She was followed quickly by Peeters. She saw there was a motor pool van present to take the workers back to the hut area as she exited the tent. The hot tropical air was 85 degrees but felt like 93 due to the 75% humidity and barely a 4 mile an hour wind. All Claire wanted was dip in a pool, she was tired and upset...she felt even more miserable when she noticed PFC Makanga behind the wheel of her transportation. Dr. Girard certainly did not want to be approached by the soldier up in her area of the huts. She made small talk with Peeters about the lab results of one malaria case she treated in clinic. When the van arrived at Peeters hut, she hopped out with him. PFC Makanga pulled away without communicating with the worried young doctor. "Please, come in. At least have a cold drink." Peeters offered politely, as he glanced to the shelf on Roux side of the hut and held the door for her. Girard haltingly said, "A beer...would be nice." "Yes of course." Peeters replied then added, "Bert's tennis racket is gone, so he must be at the courts." He now felt sorry for coming on so hard at the pretty young doctor. Setting a cold bottle of beer in front of her as she sat in the easy chair, he shyly looked down at the tented hump of his khaki slacks. Sipping quietly from her beer, Claire knew she may as well get it over with before Roux returned and she got caught up in even more freakish doings. She slowly reached and unzipped his slacks. "That's it," Peeters moaned as she began pumping. In a matter of seconds she had both fists wrapped around his dick as she stared at the flared head. As his coworker worked the loose skin of his cock shaft up and down, he shivered in lust. His prostate ready to blast his come load. He'd been horny all day. She maintained her double-handed grip on Peeters' cock, as he stepped even closer and said, "Please let me kiss you. It's been so long." Claire surprised herself when she let him bend forward and kiss her. They kissed passionately. Her pussy felt moist and twitchy as she greedily sucked the older doctor's tongue. Her grapefruit-sized tits were hot and heavy in her sweaty blouse. She released her hands for a brief second, spit into her palms, then she fisted his dick again. Tightly. She stared at his 7 and a half inches as she ran her fists up and down its twitching length. She knew he was urgent to shoot and she wanted it done before Roux returned. Then his body went rigid, and a thick, creamy white cum jet, shiny and shaped like the letter S jumped out and landed on her forearm. She couldn't help smiling as his dick continued to jerk in her fists, spewing one hot glob of cum after another onto her arms and hands making her fingers web together. The hot bleachy odor teasing her nostrils. "Ahhh, awww, yes Girard...oh thank youuu!" he bleated out like a sick man. She smiled, wiped her soiled hands on his trousers. She then stood kissed him on the cheek like a spoiled niece and stepped from the hut. At a little pass 6pm a light knock came at the door to Wright's hut. It was Dr. Moreau. She had worked late and came directly from her office, her little leather portfolio nestled in the crook of her left arm. Wright had already had a navy shower and was in a Hawaiian print shirt and khaki bush shorts as he opened the door for his lady boss. "Good evening Dr. Moreau is there something I forgot?" he asked. "No Neil it's nothing at all like that." "Oh then what did you come for?" He said genuinely curious. "You! Kneel down in front of me and suck my cunt!" "Be quick! Get your head under my dress and pull down my panties!" Wright moved to obey and dropped to his knees before the smoldering woman. Lifting up her dress he gazed at the sight of the lacy peach panties. Her thick auburn pussy hairs bulged at the crotch. He reached to the top of his boss' shapely, toned legs and slowly pulled them down... the sheer material making a slow swish as it travelled downwards to the floor. The man looked up to see Moreau reach behind her back to undo her bra, then watched as the creamy fruit burst free from the bodice of her dress and swung above his head. Looking past, he studied Moreau's face; it reminded him of a Queen sitting astride her throne and looking down at the bowed heads of her court, one of triumphant dominance, she completed the picture by cupping and squeezing her proud breasts and hefting them up high." "Make me spend in your mouth, Eric." Wright moved forward, pressing his face into the dewy curls above the pinky grey labia. The potent smell of arousal attacked his nostrils as he extended his tongue to touch the crinkled lips. This is the perverted part he so loved and that had gotten him sacked back in England. When he was able to virtually feast on an unsuspecting or willing females and slake his lust for lapping their juicy holes to make them excited enough to fuck or just to get his kicks. "Yes" she said as she felt the man's mouth go where she wanted. Peeling the fat piss flaps aside he licked inside the wet pussy, sucking noisily at the dripping hole as he scooped up the strong tart juices. Wright felt as though he were inside an oven as he knelt between his boss' legs; her thighs felt hot as they caressed his cheeks. He licked, sucked and slurped at her cunt, listening to her moans and groans for another ten minutes before he felt her hands on the back of his head as she guided his face up and down around her cunt crack. Dribs and dabbles of his saliva spilt from his bottom lip as he serviced her juicy woman hole. He firmly gripped her thighs to hold on as she strove for climax. "Oh yes! I'm cumming! I'm going to cream your hungry mouth"! Suddenly he felt his boss's fingers twisting and tugging his ears as she jammed her cunt into his face. "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh Oh God I'm coming, I'm coming, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohh drink it! Swallow it down... drink me... drink me up!" She moved his head away from her groin and looked at him happily finally saying, "I needed it so bad. It's been such a rough day." Seated in a walk in closet in his bedroom suite. Santos activated his wide band radio and reported in on a frequency aboard a Portuguese fishing vessel traveling down a trapezoid angle course in the Atlantic off Congo. This was a much expected report that would eventually get to his handler in Cabinda Enclave. It included synopsis of taped conversations from inside the Eye Patch. Pieced together items of correspondence taken from the trash at the Aid Station and his human observations such as the flight of the big dark American helicopter last week. TO BE CONTINUED.