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Sunday, July 7, 2024

Adventures of a K.I.S.S. Agent - Meet Eunice Gray

Eunice Gray’s instinct told her Wendy Hammond was not all she said she

was. True she was good at her job the little she’d done, but was just

intuition. A search of her desk had turned up nothing and that in and of

itself had turned up something. Of course, Eunice Gray was not all she

presented either. An agent of LEG (Ladies Espionage Guild) she had

been in Yangon for several years protecting Western Interests while

maintaining her cover. 


‘It takes one to know one my dear,’ she said, recalling how she’d

ended up in her current location.


.


***

Eunice Gray had been specially selected for the assignment. 


‘You have all the requisite skills,’ her department head had told her.

‘Excellent multi-discipline fighting skills. Your reflexes are those of a

much smaller agent.’ 


Eunice knew this meant a thinner, more classic spy gal type, but she

took the compliment with no offence.

 

‘Your outstanding record is only part of why we picked you. In fact,

you were my only candidate. You possess a vivacious personality that

translates into a dynamic sex appeal that only grows with your looks

and of course that body, perfect for this location’


‘What do you mean by that?’ Eunice asked.


‘Asian men will find you quite irresistible.’


‘It was not only the men,’ Eunice recalled bringing herself back to reality. 


She decided tomorrow was another day and she had somewhere to be

tonight.

***

Eunice came out of the shower and dried off, a cool shower in the night

heat was welcome. She powdered herself and moved to the bedroom, she

had a party to attend.


As she did her make up she again reflected on what LEG had said about

picking her and it had proved to be true. She was an excellent agent before

but she shone here, her body was the perfect weapon against the slender

opponents she encountered. The men found her as foretold, irresistible.

That didn’t mean she didn’t have to be careful. A well-trained Asian male

made a worthy even deadly adversary and she was a prize. She touched

her ass as a reminder of that fact. 


Eunice got up and stretched; she was still feeling the effects of a Vietnamese

Anal Stinging Worm from an encounter last week. She’d also be captured

in Paired Spreading Butterfly, two males coiled about her and stretching her

to her limit while orgasming her. 


She was the perfect 12, a steel hard body with supple soft curves, long legs,

she used expertly in attack and defence. Men, as mentioned, found her

irresistible and she used it to deadly results. An array of weapons made her

lethal in or out of bed. 

***

‘Do me a favour General,’ Eunice said, leaning forward just a touch. ‘Put

your hand up my skirt,’ she said in a casual voice.


‘His eyes widened just a little and his face flushed, but the look in her eye

and on her face was serious, so he willingly obliged.


‘Further,’ she smiled as his hand slid further up her thigh from its starting

point just above her knee.


‘Still further all the way up, as far as you can go without giving away what

you’re doing, ‘she said calmly.


He was only too happy, he’d been fantasising what her legs felt like most

of the night, since he saw her in her white shirt and matching heels and now

he knew and it was better than he could have ever imagined. 


‘Yes, there,’ Eunice said as he looked surprised. ‘Now, slowly pull it out,

release the safely and put your hand on your lap. 


His face said everything, but Eunice was ready.


‘There’s an assassin dressed as a waiter, he’ll be coming this way with an

order soon, be ready, I’ll tell you when.’


‘How do you know?’


‘It’s part of my job, besides he wasn’t here earlier, I made a note of all the

staff, and no one comes to work halfway through the evening rush no matter

what the country, they want the whole night and all the tips it can bring. He’s

coming, no food but a tray flat against his chest to conceal the gun, again, no

waiter carries an empty tray like that, against their body, too unhygienic, even

for Americans. Get ready, 10 feet away, now!’ Eunice said calmly.


The General was up in a flash, turned and levelled the gun then fired. For a

second all was quiet, then the place exploded in screaming, rush feet,

overturned furniture and crashing of dishes as the patrons all ran for the exit,

only Eunice and the general and few too shocked to move people remained.

The LEG spy quickly got to her feet and took her gun from the general.


‘See,’ she said pointing at the gun by the dead would-be waiter, then slipped

her arm about his.


The police didn’t seem to want to question the General, they mostly saluted

and made scarce. Eunice and he left the place and stepped outside into the

crowd that had gathered and the light of flash bulbs. Eunice

unhooked her arm and walked over to a point at the edge of the crowd.


‘Next time you want to watch your handiwork will be your last,’ she smiled

to a woman then turned to rejoin her date, hooking her arm back into his as

she looked at the woman. 

***

The General was one of Eunice’s assignments, but he had become more

than that. The sex was fantastic for sure but the trust made it wonderful

and that night was no exception. She had others, some just information,

others, time spent, a few causal lovers. She worked for LEG, but she also

did work for the general and his associates, skillfully playing both sides

to her and his advantage, at times, his times, to keep him loyal.

Eunice brought the General to full attention.  He clearly wanted her and

she him, she resisted his pulls and settled, her tongue slowly snaking

about his pulsing monolith as he moaned and jerked on the bed.  He

was delightfully sweet and she could drive him crazy this way until

she decided to release him and crawl up and do the exact same thing

with her other set of lips, his hands squeezing, rolling and pulling her

buxom ass. 


He didn’t last long, the first or the second time.  She released and kissed

up his body finding his lips where they settled and stayed while he

recovered.


‘Just let me do what I do best baby,’ she said after two wonderful

sessions, but she wanted another and in truth so did he, but she had to

bring him up to it.


‘This is new,’ she said between nips of his lips from Eunice.


‘Thai Brush, I’ve been saving it,’ she breathed heavily and hotly into

his ear as her hips danced and pulled.

 

He hardened quickly in her brush then orgasms took them together,

two bodies twisted and contorting, fusing and separating as they

moaned and yelled in joy.  Eunice’s very lethal hips slamming

snapping, her grip drawing every last ounce from him as he

struggled to stay conscious in her embrace, her efforts rewarded

as she orgasmed again then fell into his arms, his hips pushing

until she stopped quivering in pleasure.  They lay together for

hours, small touches and kisses affirming their bond.


‘There’s a new girl in the office, her name is Wendy Hammond. 

She’s far too pretty and far too young to be here,’ Eunice said as

they lay together, arms entwined about each other.


‘You sound a little, if I may say, jealous,’ he answered.


‘Concerned, would have been the word I would have chosen.

She’s not what she seems to be, a woman can tell.’


‘Especially a woman with your resume,’ he added.


‘Yes, but also, a man with yours.  Balance is something we

both want to achieve, I think she’s more interested in one side

of the ledger, if you follow,’ Eunice countered.


‘I will look into her discreetly, of course, but I do take

exception to one thing you said,’ he added, then waited until

her head tilted up to look at him.  ‘You’re far too beautiful to

be here as well.’


‘I notice you didn’t include young in that statement,’ Eunice

smiled in a fun way.


‘Experience, when employed creatively, is eternal youth and

you Miss Gray, always shine with the bloom of youth,’ he added.


Eunice smiled, kissed his cheek then shifted herself on top.  ‘You’re

rested, how about a little more of my youthful experience?  Are you

up for it?  Yes, you are I see,’ smiled, shifting her hips.  

***

‘I’ve left your work for the week on your desk, minus anything

urgent that may come up and around here something always comes

up,’ Eunice smiled.  ‘Oh, some of your work will require the use of a

vehicle. 

I’ve requisitioned one for you, an old jeep, reliable, but no air

conditioning,’ she added.  


Wendy just thanked her in that polite southern drawl and smiled.  


‘Here are the finished reports and analysis that require no field work. 

I’m about to embark on that right now.'


Would you by chance have a map of the city?  I declare in my short

time here I have not had the time to acquaint myself with the city

proper,’ Wendy added.  


‘I anticipated that Miss Hammond, it's on the seat of the jeep waiting

for you along with instructions.  As I explained before, I’m here to help

you in any way I can.  Especially in tracking you about the city,’ she

added that last part in silence.


Wendy took off in the jeep tying a colourful polka dot scarf about her

hair to keep her look.  ‘After all, I always want to be pretty as a peach

whenever possible.’


She went through the city, checking the map regularly, making notes,

both written and mental about places and locations.  The jeep was

perfect for the narrow street and its tight turning radius made it ideal

for alleys and sharp corners.  She did her official work, checking it

with contacts, noting changes and using her charm, it seemed like a

blonde woman in S.E. Asia drew attention, something Wendy took

full advantage of getting bits of information from her official contacts. 

 

‘Now that my official work has been completed I can look under the

rhubarb to see what's there,’ she thought, getting into the jeep and

driving off.  


K.I.S.S. had sent her only to work at the embassy, but to find out about

certain trading companies and their connection to the embassy and its staff. 

The interest of certain parties taking or retaining control of the government

had implications not only for commercial enterprises but also regional

stability and spheres of influence.  To all parties that Wendy was connected

with it seemed the sides, and there were more than two all ebbed back and

forth with no one or two gaining any clear advantage as should be expected

in such a struggle.  Key figures from all sides mysteriously died, but always,

that careful balance was maintained.  She was here to find out who was

behind it and to upset that balance in favour of her employers.  Her first

stop was the port and a certain wharf warehouse.  


Wendy parked the jeep in a concealed corner and ventured toward an open

door, her eyes darting about.  Men and machines were busy down the pier

unloading a freighter, they using the large cargo doors at the far end. 

She picked her time, then slipped inside the second set of doors close to her.  


Inside she was thankful for the poor and high up fluorescent lighting, it

provided the perfect shade for her to sink into corner darkness and

remain unnoticed.  Rows and rows of tall storage racks jammed with

every kind of good imaginable greeted her, she grabbed a handing pry

bar and began   She looked about, searching for something that seemed

out of place according to where it should be, something that just didn’t

belong, such as crates marked perishable, medical or much too expensive

to the left.  


‘Hold your horses,’ she exclaimed after a while.  ‘I do declare, this may

be what I’m after,’ she added, carefully working the wooden lid open.


‘Heavens to Betsy!  I’ve only been here a short spell but I can say without

a doubt the last item this country is more Buddha statues.  No offence

Bhagavan,’ she said to the three foot statue, one of three across the top

row of the crate.  ‘As I suspected,’ she smiled, trying to lift one of them. 

‘She smashed the porcelain statue open and smiled.  ‘Well. if that don’t

beat all.’  The spy took a few pictures with her pocket camera then made

her way back to the jeep, careful not to be seen and made for another

location on her unofficial list.  It was the same result, though different

goods at each of her last stops.  

***

‘You come highly rated and recommended by Interpol Lt. Soe,’ Wendy

said several hours later in the Central District Police Stations Lt’s office. 

He had in fact been vetted as their best contact.  Young, honest,

ambitious and not afraid to stick his nose into things.  


‘You can call me Aung.  These pictures are very intriguing.  I’m not going

to ask how you knew how to find and locate these, those questions can come

later or not at all, if we play our cards right.  I think we understand each

other,’ he said looking at her with a smile Wendy found very appealing.  


‘We do indeed Aung and you can call me Wendy,’ she smiled back.  ‘I

have a few men I can trust with helping me, but they are all involved in

other matters at the moment and to pull them away,’ he explained.


‘No need to explain further.  My daddy was a detective in New Orleans,

I follow quite well.  That just leaves you and me then.  Two peas in a pod,’

she said.  Shall we get going,  ‘I assure you Aung, I’m more than able to

fend for myself,’ she smiled.  ‘But, I’m sure you knew that, the gentlemanly

hesitancy is appreciated though,’ she smiled.

***

Everything was as Wendy had explained and shown him in the pictures. 

Aung radioed in calls for police at each location,  Their last stop was the

first one Wendy had been to.  Again, it was as she had said, his admiration

for her growing.  As they came back to his car to radio in the found

unwelcome company.  Aung pulled his badge and flashed it about.


‘That plow don't scythe with this crowd sugar,’ Wendy said.  Aung heard

a strange mix of excitement in her voice as she came around to face the

five of them.



‘You boys should run along home to Mama before y’all he hurt,’

Wendy smiled.


One made a run at her, a crowbar high in his left hand.  Lt. Soe

watched the man stop, drop the crowbar, it clanged off the

pavement with that sharp ringing tone then, he fell to his

knees.  Wendy’s left leg snapped around his neck then twisted,

a sharp crack replaced the sound of the dissipating metal, she

released and he fell dead.  


‘A Rooster one day and a Feather duster the next.  Although a

rooster that can’t do what roosters are around to do is only got

for the pot,’ she smiled, brushing off the top of her shoe where

kicked him in the sack so fast no one had seen it.  


‘Now boys, y’all what to be courtly about this and dance with me

at the cotillion one at a time or do you want to make this a country

square dance,’ she smiled as they looked confused for a moment

then attacked.


Her heel point jabbed just at the top of the knee of the first one

to reach her.  He buckled, wincing in pain, his facial expression

changed as her foot, from a spinning roundhouse smashed into

the side of his face, sending him flying away with a broken jaw

and a few teeth missing.  The second was sent head over heels

into the air from the straight front kick, his jawbone being driven

into his skull from the force.  If he had any intentions of getting

up, a sharp kick to his nuts as she walked past him ended that,

his face beet red as he screamed in pain then spasmed and passed

out.  


The third tried a swing with a metal pipe and missed as stepped

back then forward using his momentum the spy hip tossed him

to the pavement where a sharp kick to his Adam’s Apple from the

toe of her pump smashed it.  Wendy left him to slowly gurgle and

clutch his neck as he drowned in his own blood.  


The fourth, her arm caught swinging at her.  She reversed it into

an arm bar then placed her other arm behind his at the elbow,

pushed and snapped his, it left dangling like a pendulum swinging

back and forth.  As he screamed she twisted his head around with

her hands, he fell dead at her feet.


‘My word, such a commotion.  I’m glad that ruckus has ceased,’ she

said, turning her attention to the fifth, who, seeing the carnage,

dropped his pipe and ran.  


‘No, let him go, he’s no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond.’

she smiled.  ‘Besides a little panic in the ranks is not a bad thing,

for us,’ she said looking at him.  ‘Goodness, I must look a fright after

that,’ she added.


‘I will cover this whole thing up, you were never here,’ he said.

  

I want you to know what you’re getting into here,’ Wendy said.  She

had barely gotten the word out when he kissed her, pulling her close

and she him into her.  


‘Well I declare Lt. Soe, you are a very forward man, not that I’m

affronted by that.  It’s good to know where I stand, lay or any

other position I can think of with you.  Now enough talk, as we

say down my way, gimme some sugar.’