‘So how do you want to play this out when we meet Mr. Tang?’ Yen asked.
‘I was going to ask you that very question,’ Cara said, looking up and a little surprised. ‘You’re the lead on this mission, right from the start, if merely along for the ride. My job is to get the diamonds to you, not a difficult task. Your job is to figure out how to conceal, distribute, collect the money, track and gather the Intel. Claire picked you for a reason, yes you speak multiple languages and that comes in handy, yes, you're a very beautiful woman, but so are the others. She picked you because she knows you have the intelligence, the adaptability and most importantly, her complete trust. This is your mission, you can count on me for anything you need, but you are the team leader on this is one. So back to the question. How do you want to play it tomorrow when we meet him?’
Yen glanced at the profile of Mr. Tang, it was just something to do, she already knew all the details. ‘I will know once I see and hear him for the first time. My plan will come to me then and there, it has always worked for me in the past,’ she smiled.
‘Oh, seat of our pants operation. I love the unexpected,’ Cara smiled back.
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They left the next day and even though the car ride was 485km and according to Google should have taken just under 10 hours, they did it in a little less than 5 hours giving time to get settled, have a nice meal and a good night’s rest for their meeting the next morning.
The town of Namkham was sparse in terms of amenities, Yen and Cara made the best of, Cara fared better, she was used to Myanmar, especially away from either Yangon or Mandalay. The food was good, the accommodation was not what Yen was used to.
‘I always pack some food and bottled water when I go ‘in country’ if you think this is roughing it, Laos is even more fun, at least they have electricity here all the time and running water, such that it is,’ Cara said, opening a glass storage container she took from the cooler she’d brought along ‘I made nga htamin, they keep well and taste wonderful if I say so myself. I also made spring rolls, sorry for the deep frying, but you can’t get away from that here, the heat and all, deep frying helps them keep longer and again, they taste yummy,’ she smiled.
‘Here, you drive, if they’re watching us on CCTV I want them to think this is your car, success and first impression,’ Cara said, tossing Yen the keys.
They drove to the far side of town climbing all the way then just a little outside they came upon what had to be the newest and best building in the entire region. Yen swung the cae into the driveway and down a little curving ramp into a roundabout driveway with parking off to one side which she swung the car into.
‘Fanciest office I’ve ever seen,’ Yen said as she turned off the engine
‘Looks more like a home and Head Office combined, with the emphasis on the home part. Smuggling pays really well, at least for some people,’ Cara added. ‘Ok, here we go, you have the lead.’
Two sexy long legs exited the car, one on each side, both women were sure they could hear the motors in the CCTV activating the close up lens. They walked across the cobblestoned driveway, each a picture of poise and grace on the uneven stones, their heels never putting a foot wrong. A small portico, up several steps to double glass doors came closer. Each noted the glass was shatter, bullet and fireproof. As they opened each door they made note of the one inch holes drilled out of the frame where steel rods from the frame would insert.
‘Little much,’ Yen thought.
Once inside the cool of air conditioning greeted them. Reinforced doors on the far side of the reception area, maybe 20 feet away lead down to a lower level on one side and up to what they both assumed was the private living area, the main floor reserved for office space. Each gathered this in instantly then turned to the receptionist without so much as a hesitation and introduced themselves, Yen taking the lead.
‘Yen Chau and Cara Tamblyn to see Mr Tang,’ she said in perfect Burmese.
‘Yes ladies, if you will follow me,’ the receptionist said as she escorted them down a hall, the polished marble floor echoing the heel clicks of the two spies.
‘Much too pretty and much too tall to be just a receptionist and she moves with an economy and grace you don’t get without training,’ Cara noted.
They could see their destination, an imposing set of double doors made from solid teak. The woman gently knocked on the door opened and nodded before swinging
it open for the two to enter, she was gone in silence and the door closed after them with a soft thud that reverberated across the gray and black marble floor.
Mr. Tang rose from behind his antique desk and motioned them forward. As his office proper and reception area was sunken down a level the ladies had to walk along the strip next to the wall where a man was sitting in a chair but as they came closer he stood up and stepped in their way motioning for them to raise their hands above their
heads. Yen smiled and raised her hands then brought them down like knives to the side of his neck then a knee slammed into his package and a flat fist snapped his head back sending him back on his ass and over on his side. Mr. Tang looked shocked as Yen calmly walked forward and down the steps to him, in spite of his alarm he could not take his eyes off of Yen, her elegance of motion, style, beauty and danger held him fast until she was right up to him and had his hand in hers.
‘I don’t let just anyone touch me, I have high standards,’ Yen explained her smile suggesting more than what she said even as her arms went over her head. ‘Feel free,’ she added her body arching just a touch back stretching her and her dress into an even more pleasing pose.
Although Mr. Tang was, as he liked to tell himself, confident with women, he paused for just a fraction, a fraction long enough to tell Yen she had made the right impression, his hands started with her fingers, his fitting into the spaces between hers, she smiling into his face her eyes doing to him what no words could, Yen squeezed her hands just a touch to give him encouragement and as she knew he would take it, permission. Hands snaked slowly down her arms, the clinging fabric feeling wonderful to his touch, but her was merely a covering, a pleasant one, but still not her, that was coming as his hands slid down her to her exposed shoulders, the electric excitement of feeling her soft, smooth skin and feeling her wonderful silky hair while breathing her seductive scent made him tremble just a little. The the lovely curve of her figure, enticing and bewitching, his hand brazenly coming together as the slid down her between decolletage across her flat stomach and surfed over her hips swinging behind and then down her seemingly endless legs to her ankles the thrill of her bare legs demanding all his resources to remain calm and flaccid as he came to his full height and looked into her eyes.
‘I don’t need to conceal anything, I’m all the weapon I need,’ she said as he took her hand and kissed it and she gave him just that look back he had hoped for. Cara joined them and now he had two beauties to contend with, but while Yen had been busy with Mr. Tang Cara had been just as industrious.
‘Oh no, don’t move, take deep breaths, that’s what my brother told me when he got him down there,’ she said. Cara had squatted beside him, a need trick in heels and a tight skill but she was the essence of poise and balance and it did not go unnoticed neither did one of her hands and it slipped up his leg, her body blocking Mr. Tang from noticing, not that he would have, his attention was clearly elsewhere, but the guard did.
He looked up in her gaze as it closed around his member. ‘I’m sure there’s no permanent damage, but I think it best to check,’ she said as her hand closed around it. ‘Besides, taking one’s mind off the pain, aids in the healing process. My, I can feel it getting better already,’ she added her head turning slightly in a sexy way.
She kept it there just long enough that he would not get fully hard but would long for the feeling. She pulled it away slowly and slipped it inside his pants pocket, then pulled it out leaving behind her business card with her private telephone number. ‘Just an initial diagnosis, I’ll need to see you again for a more thorough examination,’ she added gently patting his pocket before she pulled herself straight up demonstrating strength and balance and offered him her hand.
‘Shall we sit down in and discuss business ladies,’ he said after Cara introduced herself. The trio moved to the less former part of his large office Yen steering without it being obvious, him to her left. Cara took the seat opposite Yen who had just made Mr. Tang’s heart skip a beat with the crossing of her legs.
The women now had command of the situation, but they kept it to business, it was far from a done deal, both Cara and Yen had to convince Mr. Tang that they could help him out of the current jam he found himself in and Cara was not going to play nice.
‘We both know all about what happened on the Thanlyin River Mr. Tang, my contacts in the government explained everything, fortunately for all involved, those contacts are a small cadre of people who with the right remuneration are more than willing to support your, well lets call, extracurricular exports,’ Cara began. That is why they sent me, not only do I have the necessary means to get your merchandise out, I also have their complete and total support in all aspects of this and that includes MIss Chau here, who is a very successful businesswoman and as you can see a person who can handle herself, when needs arise.’
Cara went on to explain to Mr. Tang how they would get the gems out of the country, Cara would handle all the logistics, place trusted people at the tight points, even handle the coding of the shipping and delivery labels for the fish so that when scanned by Yen at the destination point it would reveal what fish and where inside them the gems were placed.
‘What amount of remuneration am I expected to pay for all of this?’ he asked.
‘It’s reasonable, generous even,’ Cara said, handing over a slip of paper with the details, then added. ‘Given that alternative, I think you come out very well.’
He scanned the sheet and the frown was small, but as he knew, he had no choice, imprisonment in either Myanmar or China or death, the former equaling the latter, just slower.
‘That brings us to you Miss Chau,’ he said putting down the paper, the smile returning to his face. ‘What plan have you for my merchandise, as we are calling it.’
I own 20 Spa Salons in Vietnam,’ she began in perfect Mandarin. ‘Spread out all over Vietnam, including several along key border points. I have salons in Lào Cai, Mong Cai, Dong Dang, Hai Phuong and Hanoi. I already cater to a large Chinese Clientele, women who neither have influence themselves or gained it by marriage, they travel freely over the border no questions are ever asked, I know because they have brought me gifts from time to time. I’m also a chemist by education, the fish scales will be used as a collagen for a skin cream that I will introduce, they will also be the basis for several other beauty products, exclusive to my Salons. Creams and lotions that contain exotic sourced ingredients that only I can get. It doesn’t take much more that than to sell to women or even men for that matter. All you need to do is market the product on vanity, swear by it, then get a few celebrity endorsements and you won’t be able to keep the product on the shelves. I already have six prominent personalities lined up ready to say whatever I tell them.
‘I assume you have a plan for getting it across the border for people who don’t have as much influence as others?’ he asked, leaning forward a clear sign he was interested in this confident sexy woman.
‘I plan to put it right on the box for all to see. I’m as well known for my products as I am for my packaging. My Carved Wooden and Mother of Pearl boxes are collectors items an embedded jewel would not raise an eyebrow either way, especially from a nosey male border guard.
Yen showed him pictures of her creations. ‘Who’s going suspect, the jewels are real, it will be assumed they're fake and they will be as the real jewel will be inside a plastic coating that forms the outside of the display. As far as the Mother of Pearl boxes you would need to be a Gemologist to discover them. You send your customers across the border, I will give them what they came for, back they go, same day or a few days later,’ Yen finished.
‘How do you plan to get the money back to me?’ he asked.
‘Return ship, Miss Tamblyn will arrange that, once our monies with her its a simple task of either you collecting it or she brining it up her, she after all does run and Import/Export business so her travelling around would be quite normal, no suspicion aroused,’ Yen explained.
Cara gave the security guy a sideways glance at that suggestion.
Mr, Tang thought about it for a long time, he knew he had no choice and they at least had a plan and with the connects of both it might just work, but mostly he concentrated on Yen’s legs and saying yes to the plan, although not without a private dinner, was his only chance to restart his operation and a more private chance at a conquest. He agreed and she accepted even telling him she’d brought along a special dress in the hopes of such an invitation.
The two businesswomen left, leaving two very happy males in their wake.
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