NationStates Jolt Archive

"I think we should go back. This place is kind of classy..." replied Harry.

"Good idea," said Alyssa. The last thing she needed was a tabloid photographing her in a T-shirt and jeans surrounded by suits. It probably wouldn't hurt her domestically, but it might affect her negatively if she became involved in foreign affairs if she were seen as unprofessional.

"Let's go."

"Do you have a way getting back to your cloths or do you just to see if I have something?" asked Harry.

"I brought my suitcase there," said Alyssa. "I have something there."

"Oh you did. I probably didn't notice since I was half asleep. Well we should be going soon." Harry said after looking at his watch.

"OK. Do you have any painkillers at home?" asked Alyssa. In Kahanistan, she could have taken a very strong local anaesthetic, or even a narcotic, for the pain without all the legalistic B.S. that a lot of nations had.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"Well, my shoulder is probably still going to be hurting when the ice pack melts," said Alyssa. She would want to start with something mild, and only try a stronger drug if it didn't work. "Aspirin?"

"Yeah...I definitely have some of that."

Alyssa nodded. "Good." She walked up to the door and waited for Harry to unlock it.

Harry unlocked, then held the door open for Alyssa. Once she was inside, Harry took off his shoes, but then stopped Alyssa. "I have a guest room. It's on the first floor. The room shouldn't be that hard to find. You can change in there. Also it is connected to a bathroom. Inside one of the cabinets should be a bottle of aspirin. Just call me if you need any help."

Harry, then disappeared upstairs.

Alyssa had no trouble locating the aspirin. She changed into a black mini-dress and put some makeup on her shoulder to hide the bruise, then came out within five minutes.

Harry came down the stairs wearing a brown three-piece suit with a bowler hat. It looked like he came out of the late nineteenth century. "You look...well different."

Alyssa smiled. "Thanks. So, what kind of place are we going to?"

"Upscale kind of place, but oddly enough a hang out for politicians. There has been rumors that some of the most important bills in Canadstein were decided there. As for the food, you will have to see." Harry said.

"I like surprises." Alyssa made sure she had everything she needed, then stepped to the door.

"Another good thing is that it is within walking distance. So no need for a car. Only our feet." commented Harry as they walked down the street.

Alyssa nodded. She followed Harry to their destination.

Harry led Alyssa along the street as the sun was setting in the west. Stopping in front of a door, that was covered by a overhang, Harry showed the doorman a card, then entered. A waiter was waiting near the door, then took them off to their table. Obliviously this restaurant was for an exclusive section of society. Harry and Alyssa had a table near a window, which looked out to the street. A few seconds after they sat down, another waiter asked them what they would like to drink.

"A Kölsch." Harry stated, still looking at the menu.

Alyssa couldn't pronounce many of the German-sounding words. She went with what she could pronounce - red wine.

A waiter soon returned with a glass twos. One filled with red wine the other filled with a bright straw yellow hue of beer. The waiter set them down in front of the appropriate person, then left to give them more time to decide. Harry picked up his glass, then took a small sip. He nodded his heading, meaning he was satisfied. Harry rarely ever drank alcoholic, but when he did it was for social occasions. Taking one more glance over the menu, Harry came to a decision. He was going to have a Schweinshaxe, braised pork leg, with some Klöße, which are pretty much German potato dumplings.

"Alyssa, what are you going to have?" Harry said.

"Do they have garden salad here?" Alyssa asked. It might seem like she was simply watching her figure, but in fact she wasn't going to embarrass herself trying to pronounce the weird German names. She was sticking to things that she actually knew what they were, too.

"Are you sure you want a garden salad? I mean here we are at a fabulous restaurant and you just want a salad? Or is there something else behind this? Alyssa you can tell me..." Harry said in a whisper.

"I don't usually eat fancy," said Alyssa. She seemed to have nothing to hide. "Besides, half this stuff, I've never even heard of before."

"Well I guess if you want to just have a garden salad, then you are going to have a garden salad." Harry commented.

Alyssa nodded. "Besides, I'm not here to eat. I'm here to talk, maybe get to know each other."

"Alright..." replied Harry. Their waiter soon returned and took their order. "What do you usually eat?"

Alyssa sighed and looked up. "Well, lean meat, salad, bread, some nuts, lots of dairy. Fruits when I want a snack. I try to stay healthy."

"Well sometimes it isn't bad to indulge yourself." Harry noted.

Alyssa smiled. "I rarely indulge myself in alcohol. You drink a few shots of schnapps, and the next thing you know, you've got our clothes off and an M-4 shoved sixteen centimetres inside you with people taking pictures. Top me off."

To some, this may have sounded crude. In Kahanistan, however, people were generally more liberal about discussing sexual matters.

Harry casted a strange look on Alyssa. He had no idea what she was talking about. Obliviously the stories of her escapades nor the photos had traveled to him.

Alyssa nodded. "I appreciate your... pretending not to know," she said calmly. "But it's not so much an embarrassment to me. It does harm my reputation among the more religious members of society and the social conservatives. The moderates, for the most part, have no problem with it."

"Alyssa...I honestly have no idea what you are talking about..." Harry muttered.

Alyssa smiled warmly. She decided not to push the matter with him; it might embarrass him to know he was on a date with a de facto pornographic model.

"Well, maybe it's for the best," she said calmly. "Shall we dig in?"

"Yes...that seems like a very good idea." Harry said, though he was slightly curious. What secret was Alyssa carrying? But all together it didn't matter much to Harry.

Alyssa nodded and dug in. "If you want to know more, you can talk to me after dinner, at home." She took a long drink.

"Oh...I was planning on taking you back to your hotel after dinner." Harry interrupted.

"OK," said Alyssa. She spent more time eating than talking. "We can get my suitcase and then go to the hotel."

"Well...that is if you want to go back to the hotel." Harry stated.

Alyssa finished off her salad. "I meant after we were finished with dinner." She took another drink and perused the dessert menu.

"I guess..." Harry said after finishing his meal.

"What do you recommend for dessert?" asked Alyssa.

"How does a piece of Baumkuchen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baumkuchen), which is a German layered cake, sound?" asked Harry scanning over the menu.

"Sounds nice. Of course, it's going straight to my hips, but... nothing a few hours of hard exercise won't fix." She smiled amusedly.

"Alright...we will each have a slice of Baumkuchen." Harry said to their waiter.

Alyssa took one look at the cake, then took a large piece and washed it down. This was going straight to her ass.

"This is good," she said, taking another large piece.

"Well it should be, since it is a pretty famous German dessert." pipped up Harry.

Alyssa nodded and finished off the cake. She drank the last of her wine and waited for the bill.

Harry paid for the bill, since he sort of suggested the place. "So I guess it is good bye, Alyssa."

"Well... I suppose we could get my suitcase, then come to my hotel room," said Alyssa absently.

"Alright..." Harry said as he looked out the window.

Alyssa stood up and brushed off her dress. She waited patiently for Harry to escort her.

Harry soon went to Alyssa's side, then grabbed her hand. He slowly walked out of the resturant with her.

Alyssa walked to the car. She expected to be taken to the house to pick up her suitcase, then spend some time talking to Harry in her hotel room...

"So why did you bring me to your hotel room?" asked Harry as he looked around.

"I wanted to talk to you," said Alyssa. "First, do you mind if I change into something else?"

"No...not at all." Harry replied.

Alyssa smiled softly. She turned and brought her suitcase with her.

When she returned after five minutes, she was in a white lace bra and panties. She also had a corset and thigh-high lace stockings. Alyssa was tall and athletic looking, like one might expect of a woman with special forces experience. She sat down on the bed.

Harry seemed to be stunned by Alyssa's actions, but soon regained his composure. He sat next to her and waited for her to make the first move.

Alyssa smiled. "Well, first, you can tell me how I look in white lingerie. Second... well, I'm interested in coordinating a meeting between some of our military psychologists and some of your civilian therapists," she said.

"Well..you look very...attractive." Harry said looking down her body. "I am going to answer your second question with a question of my own. Why?"

"Thanks. And the answer to my question is... I want to help one of my citizens. Call me idealistic, but I'm... very eager to see this proceed," she said.

Alyssa pulled her hair behind her and lay on her stomach. She parted her legs slightly, but not obscenely wide.

"Help with what? I am a little confused. Care to enlighten me?" Harry said with a smirk.

"Apparently, she's had her memory wiped," said Alyssa. She rolled over onto her back, but kept her eyes on Harry. "I'd like to see it fixed, and I'm not the kind to take 'can't' for an answer."

"Oh...you mean what the agency did. Sure is a shame. Actually I think that she is now in Canadstein." replied Harry.

"So you keep track of people entering the country personally?" asked Alyssa. In Kahanistan, such micro-management was unheard of unless someone was suspected of being a foreign agent or terrorist.

"No...just a report that came to me two days ago." replied Harry.

"All right," said Alyssa. She reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Shall we drink?"

"Oh...you are dirty." Harry said with a wide smile, approaching Alyssa with two glasses.

"I thought I looked clean enough," said Alyssa. She topped off the glasses. "I like white because I think it makes me look innocent." She smiled widely.

"I wonder how innocent..." Harry said taking a sip of the wine.

Alyssa looked at Harry. "Not as innocent as you think." She put her arm around him and took a long drink.

"I think I should make that decision on my own." Harry said with a suggestive smile.

Alyssa nodded and unhooked her corset, revealing her flat, hard stomach. She looked like she had been doing hundreds of crunches a day for the last twenty years - which she probably had.

She finished off her glass and poured another. "So, what do you want to do?"

"I have a few ideas." Harry said, while taking off his three piece suit.

Alyssa nodded. She had fairly liberal views about sexual matters and had a fair amount of alcohol in her system. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Harry finished undressing, but suddenly the lights turned off. He was going to try to visual Alyssa's body by touching her. This night could only get better.

Alyssa lay still. She would speak if spoken to, and indicate how she felt if she liked the way she was being touched, but she seemed more submissive than likely expected.

Harry slowly took to her as a gentle lover.

Alyssa placed her arms around him gently. She smiled enticingly, but didn't take anything more off... yet.

After getting on top of her, Harry placed his hands gently on her breasts. Finding her nipple he started to squeeze them. Before she could scream he covered her mouth with a long and passionate kiss.

Alyssa lay back and allowed him to have his way with her. After the encounter, she went to sleep and woke up at 6 AM.

Half way through Harry wondered if Alyssa was just using him. It didn't seem like she was enjoying herself. Harry shrugged it off, then continued. Waking up, Harry rubbed his eyes. He looked over to Alyssa and smiled.

Alyssa smiled back. "I didn't want to wake the rest of the hotel," she said. "I should be expecting a ride back to the palace soon."

"Well I guess it is time to make my great escape." Harry said with his usual smirk. Getting up he started to put on his cloths. "Great sex though. If you are ever back in Canadstein give me a call. Hopefully we will find more about the Agency's brainwashing techniques before than."

Alyssa nodded and walked into the shower with a new set of clothes. Her ride wasn't to arrive till later and she'd gotten up at 6.

Harry changed back into his suit and patiently waited for Alyssa.

Alyssa finished her shower and came out in a drab grey blazer and skirt. She still wore her hair down, but looked more like a politician than she had before. She smiled and sat down on the bed, waiting for her ride.

"Well it seems like your ride is going to be here shortly. I hope you have a nice stay in Canadstein." Harry said, getting up from the bed and extending his arm to Alyssa.

Alyssa smiled. She hugged Harry and stepped out to wait for the limo.

Before Alyssa left Harry gently kissed her cheek, then nodded. He watched her as she left and was out of sight. Looking back at his watch, he still had enough time to get home, take a shower, and get a bit to eat before work, though it was going to be very close.

Alyssa stepped into the limo when it came. She waited to be shown more of the palaces and whatever the royalty cared to show her.

The rest of the trip involved a trip to Northern Canadstein, where some snow still remained. After that the trip would be over and she would return to Kahanistan, hopefully with more of an insightfully look on Canadstein.

Alyssa returned home uneventfully. She checked her email daily for any new information she could give Molly about helping her find out who she was.

She was motivated by idealism, of course - she saw an injustice and wanted to see it undone. On the other hand, she also figured that if people saw that she was willing to go this far for one of her people, they would be more likely to vote for her in the next election.