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 Doctors in the Shadows 9 Pointe Noire Helipad Fournier's Puma flight call
sign, D'artagan 6 was on time arriving at the Aid Station despite the
enroute stop in Mossendjo where they picked up Col Cisse and his two aides.

   At just before noon Moreau, Grimes, Capt Opango and Wright met the Puma
at the helipad when it touched down.

   Moreau was in a lightly starched blue linen sleeveless dress hemmed 3
inches above her knees with a white vest showing the MSD logo.  The dress
was thin enough you could faintly make out the arching lines of her brief
panties over her womanly hips.

   Col Cisse returned the crisp salute of Opango and they spoke in rapid
Congolese as the chopper engines spooled down.

   After Fournier left the cockpit, Wright approached him direct,
introduced himself and spoke briefly about the codes snafu.

   Col Cisse was immediately hovering near Dani.  Clad in her tightly
tailored khaki slacks and red Polo shirt which highlighted her sexy figure,
she absolutely got the District Commander's attention.

   Pelham's pool photographer snapped photos of the impromptu meetings all
around.  As for Pelham he seemed to already be in a good mood just being
met by the attractive women.

   Moreau led Pelham to one van, while Dani and Capt Opango proceeded to
the second van which was driven by Cpl Youla.  The vans took off for each
agency's respective offices, though the two had already agreed to host a
light lunch at Grimes' Peace Corp office.  They did not have much time, as
Col Cisse needed to return to Djambala on the Puma when it left within a
few hours.

   Luanda American Embassy At the cafeteria, Cmdr.  Laurent, Karen and a US
Poly-Econ officer, Gloria Danvers sat at a corner table.  The women were
small talking about food aid issues and doing a little business.  But
principally Laurent was showing off the shapely Englishwoman to her long
standing femme girlfriend.

   Gloria was a confirmed lesbian but decidedly more feminine than Bev
Laurent.  She immediately became jealous of the attention Karen was getting
and she could sense Laurent's voracious sexual appetite was already at
play.

   "Gloria, let's all go for drinks tonight after work." Laurent said
almost giddily and it was not a request.  Causing Karen to shift in her
seat uncomfortably.

   Danvers and Laurent had been a mostly exclusive lez pairing for their
entire time in Luanda.  They had arrived only a week or two apart.  While
Laurent's tour was only a year, Danvers was in Angola for two years.  A
career State Department worker 40 years old and very femme.  They lived in
the same leased high-rise flat but on different floors.

   Gloria answered meekly, "Yes Bev that would be lovely." As she shyly
looked over at Karen settling her gaze on the creamy contours of the Brits'
belted casual dress.

   20 Kilometers from Loubono For the captive Cuban Velma, it was another
afternoon of her being the sexual sport of Oyinloye's rebels.  His group
now totaled nearly 20 fighters as they were in the run up stage to carrying
out a raid on the food warehouses in Loubono.  The Cuban woman was tied in
a small tent on a thin mattress with her wrist secured to her ankles by
bungee cords clothed only in a too short tight African print skirt.  She
was allowed nothing above her waist except for a leathern collar type loop
secured around her neck.

   The rebels were now in a group of almost two dozen counting some
political types from the District encompassing Loubono.  The political
hacks were there to insure Oyinloye's band did not overdue the damage and
destruction of their raid.

   The group had rustled a couple of dairy cows and butchered one to
provide the meat which fed the group for almost a week and a half.  Their
hide was in the lush rolling hills that gave Congo its awe-inspiring beauty
when one traveled the valley leading away from the coast to the up country.

   The senior politico was outside the tent speaking in hushed tones to
Oyinloye as they discussed strategy.  Three of the political workers
stooped below the tent flap and entered speaking to each other jokingly.

   Soon hands were everywhere on the woman, feeling her thighs, pinching
her nipples, pulling on her piss flaps and probing her anal trench.  The
sensations were too much for Velma.  She had an orgasm that overwhelmed
her. One man shoved her on her side grabbed her by her hair and forced his
dick into her mouth.

   The second politico fisted his hardened black dick out of his pants and
began to fuck her pussy as she lay restrained on her side.  After 7-8
minutes of fucking, the man getting sucked switched places with the one
fucking her.  He fucked her for roughly 10 minutes, as the third politico,
a slightly older and rotund merchant jerked his dick to hardness.

   Finally the two younger men turned her onto her knees with her upper
body on the thin cot mattress.  Then the merchant entered her from behind
fucking her giddily and making jokes.  "Awww, ohh, si, si mucho mas,... 
mas por favore!" she babbled in her language.  The merchant pulled out
after five minutes of screwing.  His dick was plastered with her greasy
secretions of female sap.

   She had two more orgasms.  Then one of the first politicos fucked her
again from behind, his big nuts slapping against her on every thrust.  The
merchant jerked off a little before kneeling in front of her and watching
her lips worm over the leaking head of his uncut dick.

   The guy fucking her suddenly ejaculated, "Splork, swkish, swkish." Three
wet greasy blasts of cum were fired into her pussy instantly turning it
into a wet sloppy mess.  Velma's eyes rolled back in her head partly in
equal parts ecstasy and disgust, as she knew they would not allow her to
wash or douche, as they wanted her to be reminded of her status as their
captive.

   The second younger politico hopped on her dog-style as soon as the first
one finished coming.

   At USAID Peace Corps Office Dani, Col Cisse and aides sat at the small
conference table as Capt Opango began a crisp short briefing on the plan to
utilize the additional squad of CA troops projected to be assigned to
Pointe Noire.  "Colonel in time after train up and such we intend to make
several sorties of food and medical services to Sibiti and Mossendjo in
your District." Opango noted.  "Also Col Cisse, USAID is prepared to
supplement the CA salary of the 13 man squad proposed." Dani added at one
point.  "In addition to convoy ops of greater distances in your district,
we also plan to give periodic weekly clinics in towns and villages
throughout the areas mentioned by Capt Opango." Dani's voice was assuring,
professional and engaging with the older Congolese officer.

   "And by how much, Ms.  Grimes is this U.S.  supplemental income?" Col.
Cisse asked directly holding the Peace Corps Chief with a stern gaze.

   Dani had been in Third World settings enough to know the oncoming
squeeze of a bribe was coming from the official, Col.  Cisse.  She promptly
informed she was budgeted for an amount half as much as her official
amount. She held back, expecting the corrupt leader to make a play at a
portion of the US aid.

   The tasks for the additional CA was already firmed and blessed by
COMNAVFORSWA and the US Embassy, but Cisse attempted additional bargaining
anyway.  "Madame Grimes it may be necessary for us to discuss this in
private."

   As the respective group finished their briefings they all met again for
a brief lunch at Grimes' conference room.

   Cisse made sure he was seated next to Dani, his left knee brushing her
trousered leg on more than one occasion as they made small talk before the
meal.

   Wright busily entertained Pelham with statistics on Congolese citizens
treated by MSD, while Moreau was charmingly engaged in conversation with
Pelham's photographer.  Both the photographer and his boss Pelham, kept
stealing enticing peeks at Moreau's cleavage.

   Pelham was the type of newsy who always stayed alert to his topic of
coverage to insure he didn't get distracted.  He was here to report MSD's
failures as well as progress, not to be flimflammed by the mature beauty of
Simone Moreau.

   At 1330 as the luncheon was winding down, Claire Girard was leaving the
morning shift of daily clinic duties and ready to relax for the rest of the
day.  She was not hungry, so she shunned the van ride to her hut and
decided to walk back.

   Back in the huts she got her toilette kit and change of clothing and
stepped over to the female showers.  After polite small talk with the towel
attendant, she leisurely stepped into the shower.

   The stinging spray of lukewarm water was refreshing to Girard.  The
simple pleasure of a brief Navy shower brightened her mood and released
fatigue.

   After stepping from the shower and drying she exited now wearing
hip-hugging shorts and a simple blouse and returned to her nearby hut. 
Once there she noticed a young Congolese girl she'd seen before in the hut
area, a housekeeper standing outside her hut.

   The 18 year old handed Dr.  Girard a note and explained in calm French,
"The soldier man says give you this." It was a small envelope protruding
slightly as if it held something.

   In a brief moment she ragingly suspected it was another blackmail
demand. She was surprised when she read the note, it said simply, "Miss
you, this is for you."

   The envelope held an African necklace with unique earth colored stone
and colored beads.  She fastened it around her smooth neck, briefly fearful
it possessed some strange Congo witchcraft.  But like any woman she glanced
at her reflection in her bedside hand mirror and realized she'd also seen
other Congolese and whites wearing the necklaces.

   Setting on the edge of her bed Girard thought quietly to herself that
there was really no more harm PFC Makanga to do to her in the form of
blackmail.  Now that Wright and Roux knew partly that she was giving duty
free goods to the soldier, her biggest challenge was simply to keep the
older doctors satisfied sexually...and that she intended to do with gusto.
It was really only the Europeans who could torment her.

   In Euro District of Luanda All three white women were woozy on their
feet when they exited the cab at the high rise and headed to the floor
where Gloria was billeted.  They had hit several of the upscale watering
holes frequented by Europeans, and Laurent's American Express card kept the
booze flowing.

   Somewhere the Beatles `Let it be' album played on a cassette tape as
Karen lolled tipsily on a sofa sandwiched between the two American women.

   Gloria turned Karen's face and held it still for Laurent as both older
women swapped spit with the tipsy Brit.  Laurent roughly pawed her hands
under Karen's knee length dress rubbing her thighs and inching toward the
crotch of her panties.

   Gloria was content to agitate and tease the younger woman's juicy breast
despite being slightly jealous of how Laurent flaunted her affection for
the redheaded conquest they both would soon enjoy.

   Laurent had unbuttoned her khaki uniform blouse, exposing her creamy
cleavage in her regulation white bra as she giggled and teasingly kissed
Gloria by leaning across Karen's lap.  "Go on feel my redheaded beauty up."
Bev whispered as she broke the kiss with Gloria.

   As jealous as Gloria was her loins still felt as if they could melt from
the hot sexy nearness of Karen's lush body.  The Poly-Econ officer palmed
Karen's heavy right tit as she nibbled behind the redhead's right ear.

   Shivering with giddy excitement, Karen was still lucid enough that she
knew she needed to get this tryst over with for the night and get out for
an hour or so into the streets of Luanda.  In order to execute a dead drop
of her intelligence report to MI-6, she needed time away from the American
women to carry out her trade craft.

   Gloria lay back on the love seat in frustrated bliss her floral print
dress unbuttoned from knees to her waist as she frigged her juicy dark
haired cunt with a small vibrator held in her right hand while her left
middle finger agitated her stiff clit.  "Uh, oh...uh ohhh!" she groaned
out. "Got to come!" Her head canted back as she listened to Laurent and
Karen, her brunette hair flopping wantonly across her face.

   Laurent was naked now except for the bra she still wore as she fucked
into Karen's red pelted juicy cunt with a flesh colored strap-on dildo now
belted around her smooth waist.

   Karen's pussy literally slurped back and forth along the sturdy 8 inches
the Defense Attaché hunched into her.  Liquid white froth clung to the
dildo and the shiny moist red curls of the Brit's pubic bush as she was
pushed toward her climax.

   "Aww yesss.  It feels so good...don't stop!" she moaned out loud. 
Reaching for Laurent right hand she shoved it down between their bodies and
wedged against the nubbin of her shiny clit.

   After a thrilling come, Gloria crawled from the love seat over to the
sofa to make her tongue slide in between the long, puffy labia of the
redheaded girl, getting a first taste of her pussy juices as Laurent's
dildo punched into her.

   Karen groaned and pushed back against the middle-aged woman's face,
trying to get the most out of her flexible, wet tongue.  "Ssss, yes lick it
while she shags me." Karen babbled out.

   The three women were sweaty with their efforts despite the cooling 78
degrees in the living room of the high-rise.  Gloria's dress clung sexily
to her damp skin even though partially open and rucked up above her waist.
Rivulets perspiration clung to Laurent's creamy cleavage and her top lip as
she fucked steadily into Karen whose shiny red hair stuck to her temples in
stray locks as she was done in by the strap-on dildo.

   Bev eased the strap on out of Karen's juicy sump, and leaned back on her
haunches slightly, admonishing Gloria, "Suck my cock.  Get it good and wet.
I want her to really feel it!"

   Gloria swiveled her face way from the redhead's pungent pussy to
envelope the head and several inches of Laurent's strap on dick.  Her
tongue swirled along the plastic dick leaving strings of her saliva.

   Laurent seized a handful of the brunette's hair and shoved the fake cock
into Gloria's throat until her gag reflex was felt.  After a couple of
heady lunges, the Attaché hissed out more instructions.

   "Get up thereee--- over her face, let her eat you while I fuck her until
she comes again!" Laurent shivered anew at her mastery over the lesbian
tryst underway.

   Gloria scrambled up to obey.  From a crouched squat, Gloria lowered her
cunt to within an inch of Karen's sweat moistened face.  This caused the
Brit to have to cant her face up toward the juicy cunt.

   Karen was eager to lave her lips and tongue over the engorged labia of
Gloria, but teasingly the American woman kept her damp pussy just out of
reach.

   A wicked grin played across Laurent's face as she observed the scene
playing out.  After a moment she laid a stinging slap to Gloria's lush hind
cheeks and growled out, "Give it to her now...the better she licks you, the
harder I'll fuck her baby."

   "Bevvvvv," the woman winced out peevishly with a grin as she settled her
loins atop the redhead's sexy face.  Karen immediately began slurping and
licking the juicy folds of brunette pussy, sending shivers up Gloria's
spine.

   "Aww yeah, --just like that." Gloria bleated out and grabbed a handful
of the redheads hair and began riding atop her face,

   "She loves sucking pussy and getting fucked." Laurent said matter of
factly, adding we have her for another week and a half to work on food
delivery projects for Congo."

   Gloria's hot smell hit Karen strongly.  Sharp, ripe, cunt and ass hit
her nose, mixed with stale urine and horny, gooey cunt.  Fuck, was that hot
adding to the feverish lust consuming all three women.

   Karen's tongue danced over her hole and down to her cunt where it lapped
at stale urine, sweat, and thick, creamy woman sap.  The tongue slid into
Gloria's pussy, sucking out her juices and even moving back up to her slimy
rear door.  Karen was eager for the American women to come and hopefully
dismiss her for the evening.  She needed to make the dead drop.  To be
Continued..