Satin Secret

What I Do Keeps The World Safe!

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

It's a slow build. The story will be told from Nathan Crown's perspective. The story, once published, will appear in the 'Penthouse Pets Escorts' series.

Meet Nathan Crown

My name is Nathan Crown, and yes, what I do for a living keeps the world safe! That's my real name. Although throughout my life, I have had other personas.

I was born and raised in Lakewood, Ohio. I earned my Bachelor's Degree in Engineering from Ohio State University. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my degree. All I knew was I didn't want to live and die in Lakewood, Ohio. Don't get me wrong, Ohio was a great place to live, but I wanted to see the world.

My family used to vacation at the beach towns on the Delmarva Peninsula. We stayed in different beach towns, including Ocean City, Bethany Beach, Dewey Beach, and Rehoboth Beach. I always looked forward to our summer vacations at the ocean.

I needed time to figure it all out, so that first summer out of OSU, I took a summer job in a small beach town in Delaware. Why not? The water, the sandy beaches, the nightlife, and girls in bikinis were the attractions. So right after graduation, in my baby blue Mustang convertible, I packed up my belongings and headed to the Ocean.

I got a job at the first place I applied. I'm a big guy, a former D1 athlete at OSU. I was a walk-on, earned my scholarship, and played four years. I wasn't a star. I played a lot on special teams. The 'Bottle and Cork', a music venue in Dewey Beach, needed doormen.

Ok bouncers! I fit the bill. I'm all muscle, 6'3, athletic. I was young then. Today I'm in my mid-forties. No tats. My hair is cut short now, with a tint of gray.

The B&C calls itself 'The Greatest Rock and Roll Bar in the World!' I wanted to see the world, so the B & C was the perfect place to start. Lots of local bands, a few headliners, and lots of different girls all summer.

Ok, how do you go from bonking bikini-clad girls in Dewey Beach, Delaware, to saving the world? Well, that summer I met a guy who knew a guy. The beaches along the Delmarva coast are the summer playgrounds for government folks who live and work around our nation's capital. And not all civil servants work 9-to-5 jobs.

My guy, let's call him Frank, was a regular at the B&C. I thought he was in the music entertainment business. Well, he was, and he wasn't. He liked me, and I would get invited to local parties. I went as often as I could. Besides, there was a lot of local talent at the parties. Girls, if you catch my drift. At one of these parties, I met Frank's guy, Al. No last names. Probably not their real surnames anyway.

Al was a recruiter. Not your normal headhunter. He worked for the NSA. Everybody has heard of the CIA, the Central Intelligence Agency. Not as many have heard of the NSA, the National Security Agency, headquartered in Laurel, Maryland, adjacent to an Army base named after a famous Civil War Major General, George G. Meade.

The NSA is the US Department of Defense's intelligence arm operating in almost total secrecy. Even its budget is top secret. The US President's morning intelligence brief is generally handled by one of the NSA's top lieutenants.

I spent 25 years working for the NSA. What I did there I can't ever tell you. What I do now I can't tell you either. I speak eight languages fluently, with working knowledge of six others, even local dialects. I have worked in places around the globe, where no one will ever admit to being there. I have seen the world. My expertise is for hire. I'm very, very good at what I do.

I never married for obvious reasons. My assignments vary. I can be away from my home base for weeks at a time. Sometimes it stretches into months. I can't even tell you where my home base is. When I do get my R&R-rest and relaxation, I do eventually make it home. But lots of times, I will stop over en route home. It helps with my cover but also gives allows me to visit parts of the world that others want to see.

London, England, was my stopover this time. I stayed at Grosvenor House in Mayfair. That's where I met Darcie Monroe. She was sitting alone on a barstool in the Red Bar. Now, a beautiful blonde girl sitting alone on a Friday night was a clear sign. I sat beside her, knowing exactly who and what she appeared to be.

Darcie meets Nathan

The barman at the Red Bar greeted me, "What can I do for you, Sir?" I glanced at the blonde girl's drink. It looked like a classic Manhattan. So, why not?

"I'll have what she's having. And if the lady will allow me, I would love to buy her another cocktail."

She smiled at me. It was radiant. "Sure, Bill, I would love another Manhattan." She extended her hand to me. "Thank you, Sir."

I clasped her hand. I didn't shake it. I held her fingers. "I'm Nathan, and you are?"

"I'm Darcie! Nice to meet you, Nathan." From her accent, she was not a Brit. Her voice sounded American, like mine. She didn't have a southern twang, so I really couldn't place her voice in another specific region.

She was pretty. Blonde, blue-eyed, dressed in all black, revealing a hint of cleavage, in a pushed-up bra. From what I could tell, her breasts were firm. Her dress was short, and her legs were athletic and long. And when she crossed, she showed a glimpse of a stocking top.

Bill brought us our cocktails. "Cash or charge, Sir?" I slid my room envelope towards him. He updated his POS and returned my room envelope, adding, Thank you, Mr. Crown. Darcie and I toasted each other.

We small-talked. She confirmed she was from California, the Bay Area. I told her I grew up in Ohio, near Cleveland. She told me she was a fashion designer working for one of London's top firms. She didn't say which one but alluded to working in Covent Garden.

I told her I was in the Tech Industry. She didn't ask me any details. I offered that I was traveling home to the States but decided to extend my business trip in London for a few days.

I took Darcie to be in her mid-twenties. If I had a daughter, and I don't. Well, I'm pretty sure I don't. She would be around Darcie's age. In my early twenties, I had a steady girlfriend; her name was Emily Brooks.

When I went deep cover for 11 weeks, we parted ways. I lost track of her when I resurfaced. Apparently, she had moved back to Texas. The girlfriend who knew wouldn't say where. If I wanted to find her, I could have. I chose not to.

Flirtation Became Seduction

Back to Darcie and our subtle seduction. She started to look at her phone more often. Our conversation was drifting. I wanted to make a solid move. But held back. I needed companionship. I just wasn't sure what I wanted to pay for her services.

She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Each time, she flashed more of her sexy stocking tops. As we talked, she kept touching my arm. She could be very spirited. With each sip of her cocktail, she became more animated.

I waved Bill over for two more cocktails, but before Darcie and I had another Manhattan, she excused herself. "The Ladies' Room is calling. Be right back." She took her phone with her. She didn't seem anxious.

That enabled me to have a side conversation with Bill. When he returned with our drinks, I asked. "Bill, is Darcie an escort? " He smiled and nodded.

"Expensive?" was my next question. He simply mouthed, 'No! Then £200.'

But verbally added, "Mr. Crown, she is unique. A very erotic creature! I am sure you will enjoy her distinctive features." I did not completely comprehend what Bill was trying to say. Darcie returned before I could ask.

The conversation became more playful. Bill discreetly moved away to tend to other customers.

Darcie placed the palm of her hand on top of mine. Smiling, she stared into my eyes. "Did you and Bill talk about me while I was gone?"

I grinned, "Of course we did, Darcie?" I paused, "Just about everything!" She smiled. I quickly added, "Darcie, would you care to join me in my hotel suite for a nightcap? "

Acting somewhat reserved, Darcie replied, " Nathan, I would be delighted to join you!" I motioned to Bill to close my tab, adding, "Please add Darcie's tab to mine!"

Bill replied, "Will do, Sir, to your room?" I nodded. After I signed my tab, I slid two £20 banknotes underneath it, leaving it face down on the bar. I spotted Darcie quietly rummaging through her clutch.

I helped Darcie off her barstool and led her out of the Red Bar. "Darcie discreetly handed Bill what appeared to be a £50 banknote.

Short Ride to the Tenth Floor

We walked to the lifts. Darcie slipped her arm into mine. The lift doors opened. We stepped. The doors closed. Surprisingly, she put her arms around my neck and whispered, "Did Bill tell you everything?" My hands were holding her hips tightly. I could feel her chest pressed against mine. I was clearly distracted.

I replied, "He said you were unique? An erotic creature with distinctive features." Pausing, I added, I'm not quite sure I understood what he was telling me." As if on cue, Darcie pressed her lower torso against mine. I could feel the stiffness of her cock against my pant leg. She wasn't huge, but she wasn't small either. I gulped slightly.

It was her way of telling me about her uniqueness. I was not alarmed. In fact, that confirmed that I made the right decision. I love playing with girls like Darcie.

I whispered, "Darcie, I can feel that distinctive feature Bill mentioned. This will make tonight even better!" She kissed my cheek. Her arms grew tighter around my neck.

It was a short ride to my floor. Darcie wasn't the first transwoman or ladyboy I have been with. I have traveled to Asia and South America. On both continents, I have experienced gorgeous women like Darcie. She will be my first American.

When we reached my floor, we hurried down the hallway to my hotel room. Once inside my room, she went straight to the bathroom. I fumbled through the desk drawer to find an envelope. Surprisingly, there were several. I slipped in 10 £50 banknotes.

I'm Buying Whatever She's Selling

Darcie walked out of the room. She was holding her LBD in her left hand, and she draped it over the high-back chair. She tossed her clutch onto the bed.

Her long legs were adorned in black stockings and suspenders. Her bulge was silhouetted in matching lace knickers. Her breasts were overflowing in a mid-bust wired bra. She was a gorgeous woman.

"Nathan, sweetie, do you like?" She didn't wait for an answer. She took a few more steps toward me.

"Do I, I'm buying whatever you are selling." I handed her the envelope. She tossed on the chair next to her dress.

She placed her arms around my neck, pushing her chest into mine, staring into my eyes, smiling. She whispered, "What does Daddy want to sample first?"

Smiling, "Darcie, I want it all. You are stunning and unique." I tried to kiss her, but she was subtle as she moved her face. I kissed her right cheek, not her lips.

She grasped my hand, leading me to the other high-back chair; I sat, and she sat on my lap. My cock was already throbbing. Her fingers on one hand stroked the back of my hand. Her other hand was on my shoulder. I lowered my hand, tracing the skin between her cleavage. She slightly quivered at my gentle touch.

My fingers slid under the fabric of her bra. I tweaked her left nipple. It became as small as a tiny pebble. Darcie's whimpers were intense and frequent. My hand slowly moved down her stomach, resting on her lap. She dropped her left leg away from me, not giving me access to her panties, but not blocking me either.

Darcie pushed away from my grasp, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands were on my knees. Her eyes stared into mine. She hurriedly rolled her hair into a ponytail.

Her Tongue Was Delightful!

Darcie climbed up my body, placing both hands on my trousers' waist. I lifted my bum off the chair, and she pulled my trousers down my thighs, down my legs to my ankles. Stepping out, they tossed them aside. My bulge has filled my spandex briefs. Darcie pushed her body closer, tracing the outline of my cock with her fingers. She hurriedly grasped the top seams, yanking them down my thighs.

When she did, my cock popped out, bobbing and weaving, and I unconsciously held my cock up for her inspection. Darcie's eyes were fixated on my cock, "Nathan, I knew you were huge, but not this massive!" Indeed, I am. My cock is long, with an oversized head.