The Merriam-Webster defines it well:
Chatter – noun
1: the action or sound of chattering
2: idle talk : PRATTLE
3: electronic and especially radio communication between individuals engaged in a common or related form of activity, also : such chatter regarding future hostile activities
4: a person who participates in online chat
About two weeks after Erica’s meeting with Alejandro and Osito, Professor H. finishes up his report on all the chatter on El Triple Seis. Seems a certain Russian mobster, Ludwig Ivankov, was looking for a delivery of a thumb-drive.
Erica is very familiar with Ivankov. A few years ago they met. The two had an affair and he also helped her with finding an Arab journalist who was staying at a hotel in Russia. It was her task to assassinate him. She did as far as the Arabs knew. The journalist, however, is happy and alive, growing pumpkins on a farm he now owns in North Dakota.
Immediately after receiving the report Erica books a flight out of Mexico City to Sheremetyevo International Airport, in Moscow, Russia.
Once she checks into the Radisson Royal Hotel right in Moscow and sends a text.
“Hey, I’m at the Royal – in room 269. I need a dinner guest.”
A bubble with … in moments later
“Wow, I was thinking about you. I fucking swear. Be there in about an hour.”
Erica smiles. It’ll give her enough time to take a shower and put on his favorite.
About an hour and half later there is a call on Erica’s room phone. The operator was advising her of a guest. She tells them to allow him up.
He must have sprinted up the stairs because it was only moments later he was knocking on her door.
Erica looks through the peephole and sees Ivankov. He looked as badass as ever. Her pussy begins to throb.
The door slowly opens with pretty little fingers and nails. Red and sharp, just the way he likes them.
The door opens all of the way but no one is there, so he lets himself in. The door closes behind him and he turns to behold a naked Erica. Well, mostly naked, as she is wearing a pair of red-velvet stilettos and a diamond clustered anklet.
Ivankov takes off his jacket and throws it on the floor and walks towards her. She takes a few hops and jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Erica digs her nails into his scalp as they kiss. They kiss like lovers who haven’t seen each other in too long.
After walking into the suite’s bedroom they lay on the king size bed for a while touching and kissing it isn’t long before Ivankov is naked and feeling the inside of her warm body.
No words are needed, their bodies did all of the talking and making up for lost time.
After they both enjoy a few orgasms they take a breather and ask each other how they are, and catch up on where they’ve been and who’ve they have assassinated.
He finally asks her, “Did you miss me this much or are you on a job?”
“You can say both. However, you must promise me something.” Erica says to him.
“Oh, boy here comes the catch.” Ivankov responds then pressing his lips onto hers, looking for her tongue.
After more tonsil hockey, she says to him, “I have a thumb-drive for you.”
Ivankov looks down at her flushed face, he smiles adoringly at her hoping it’s the thumb-drive he’s been waiting for…”Oh yea? What kind of thumb drive?” He asks taking his hard shaft and slowing pushing it into Erica’s wet and swollen tunnel. He bites her neck.
Erica digs her sharp nails into his back, pulling him into her deep and says, “The one with the schematics.”
Hearing this makes him fuck her deep and hard, throwing her around onto her stomach to slap her ass, then fuck her from behind.
“Yes, yes!” Erica yells as she clenches the sheets feeling his balls slap against her clit.
“Face down, ass up…that’s the way we like to fuck.” Ivankov says to Erica quoting a song they used to sing and laugh about. Sounds funny in a Russian accent.
So after a night of sucking, fucking and a little bit of singing they sleep well and awake to a sunny day.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Ivankov says to Erica.
“Good morning, handsome.” Erica replies.
The bed cover over Ivankov raises. Erica laughs and orders breakfast.
They keep themselves busy until breakfast arrives and as they eat Erica pulls a thumb-drive out of Ivankov’s ear. “Something you expected but didn’t get from Tomas.”
Delighted by the trick he says to her, “Oh I fucking love when you pull thing out of my ear!” He says to her taking the thumb-drive and kissing it.
“ Oh I’ve missed you, Erica. I miss your pretty smile and silliness so much.” Ivankov says to her as a piece of egg spit out of his mouth and onto her cheek.
“Oh my.” He says to her taking the egg off of her cheek and putting into his mouth. “It’s so much sweeter now.”
“So how long are you here for, my silly?” Ivankov asks.
“I’m only supposed to drop this off to you. However, those who have my paycheck don’t know I’m here yet, so I have a couple of days.” Erica says to him.
“Well then let’s make the best of your visit! We never did anything we wanted to do when you were here last time. Let’s do them finally. Like the Fine Arts Museum you wanted to go to. Let me take you there today.” Ivankov says to her with excitement knowing she’ll be there a few days now.
“Yes, I would like that.” Erica answers him with a smile.
A couple of days turns into a week when Erica decides it is time to get back to Mexico. After a passionate farewell, Erica leaves Russia. When she lands in Mexico City she calls Osito and tells him she met with Ivankov, handed over the thumb-drive and she now has $4 million in a secure account awaiting transfer instructions.
“You are always full of fucking surprises, Erica.” Osito tells her. It makes him like her more. “Let’s meet tonight. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to dinner. Sound good?” Osito asks crossing the fingers on his free hand.
“Yea, that sounds great!” Erica replies in a chipper voice. She was feeling mighty refreshed after her visit with Ivankov. He is never a disappointment. She also walked a bit differently after passionate visits with her big boy.
Erica is happy to be home and takes a long bath. As she soaks she calls James.
“Professor H! All is delivered.” She tells James.
James says to her, “Yes, we heard all the delivering the two of you made. Draw back to the moler-mic in your jaw.”
“Oh yea, well. After the delivery the altered schematics and the virus should be in the hands of the Kremlin by now.” Erica tells James.
Suddenly she feels guilty for screwing over Ivankov. She enjoyed him even though he was a ruthless killer.
“How did El Jefe take the news?” James asks her with a sarcastic, but funny, tone.
“I have dinner with Osito tonight. I have a good feeling I will hear about it.” Erica answers.
“As do I. Keep up the good work, girly.” James says to her as they end their call.
Erica continues to enjoy her soak until it’s time to get dressed and ready for dinner with Osito.