While Dmitry remained seated at his desk, he motioned to Svetlana to come around the desk. Wordlessly she complied, and as Dmitry talked his hand wandered over her ass. Her ass, which even in a pair of businesslike slacks was shapely and round like firm apples. Short of a sack, there was little chance hiding her nubile figure.<br/><br/>"As we've discussed, the American, Jennifer Hill will be arriving soon. I want you to meet her at the front desk and ensure she is settled into her room. Be sweet, be charming, but upmost be professional. Take note of what she has with her.<br/><br/>Dmitry's hand slowly moved over Svetlana's ass as he continued with his instructions. The tips of his fingers found her panty line and traced the seam down the curve of her buttock.<br/><br/>"Invite her to dine with you that evening, after she has had some rest. Take her to the hotel resturaunt. Be a good hostess, I'm sure you can handle that. If you can get her to drink a couple Vodkas all the better."<br/><br/>His hand lingered between Svetlana's thighs, just under the tight curve of her ass cheek. It pleased Dmitry to feel the her warmth welling up, and he teased her with a small squeeze of her inner thigh with his thick strong hand.<br/><br/>"What I'm saying Svetlana is, I want you to get her drunk and get her into bed. My sources tell me she has a weakness for women as well as men, so it shouldn't be a stretch. If you think it isn't going to happen, put this in her drink."<br/><br/>Dmitry pulled out an envelope, in it which was a small light blue tablet.<br/><br/>"Ecstasy. It will dissolve in her drink and as you well know, will leave her quite compliant to your advances. Only use this if you think its necessary."<br/><br/>Dmitry let his hand fall from Svetlana and his expression became more serious and pointed.<br/><br/>"I'll be in the next room, recording you and this woman. We will use this video to blackmail her and get the best deal out of her and Halliburton as we can. Make it good!"<br/><br/>On his desk was a file which he flipped open. There, upon a glossy eight and a half by eleven photo was Jennifer Hill, attractive and blond with a long pony tail, presumably a company marketing photo.<br/><br/>"Oh and make<em>sure</em>before you leave her hotel room, you get her passport and PDA. I'll make sure she cannot access the wi-fi using her laptop."<br/><br/>"There will be a meeting the following morning at 10:30 AM, make sure you escort her to it. You'll be joining us for the meeting also."<br/><br/>"Run along now, I'm sure you have preparations," Dmitry said, emphasizing his words with a firm smack of her bottom.