Party Crashers Part 2

The five girls slowly road their poles about their hips while tongues dashed and licked at the brass rod itself as the men jostled forward for position next to one of the poles, the losers in the battle consigning themselves to spaces in between their bodies poised to fill any opening should one of their colleagues be foolish enough to move away. 

 “I’m Tami, I’m Brandi, I’m Mandy, I’m Bambi, I’m Candy,” the girls said one after the other.

  The men to a one had all done co-op assignments with female COIL agents these women had bodies every bite as impressive but they also had something more an overt raw sexuality that was tartly flaunted for public display at a price, it was more dangerous and wonderful than any one of them had experienced on a mission and it drew them to these women.

 “Now who’s the unlucky follow who’s getting married tomorrow,” Candy cooed in a sexy pouting voice as she writhed up and down her pole.

  All the men smiled and pointed at Boyd as they closed a semicircle around him and pushed him forward toward Candy who was waiting for him in an inverted position her back against the pole as she supported herself in a handstand.

“Go on man don’t be shy shake hands with the lady,” Markus said a final shove from him, his best man, pushed his face into her panties.

“Mmmm! I can tell you’re a man of experience, go on, their edible,” she purred as her hips wiggled in enticement.

The remaining strips dismounted their respective poles, two sat on the edge of the cake while the other two moved about the ground of men circling them the like hungry lionesses as they picked out their prey and lead them to the two other females on their hunting group.

“Why don’t you three have a seat,” Bambi sugared as she lead the men to seats to wait for their turn.

 “Oh don’t frown, we’ll get to you soon enough,” she said, gesturing with a finger that drew them in closer she whispered.

“Our Bubble Trouble seems to have affected you three the quickest.  Don’t tell the others, not that you can anyway, but they dull the mind making you sluggish and non combative, drink in more of them while my friends and I begin on the others who look like they require an added touch,” she breathed.

 She rejoined the others and began her one on one encounter; she had Markus, the best man.

 Each of the remaining girls paired off with one of the remaining men, each leading them away from the others for a more private setting within the confines of the room, the men more than willing to let them take the initiative. 

Mandy picked her man and led him a little way before beginning her Belly Dance routine, her costume for the night a series of coins attached to sheer purple gauze at just the perfect strategic points as the make the view wish they weren’t and at the same time yearn for a look at what’s underneath.  The coins bobbed and danced to the tune her body played for him making her worth to him so much more than any coins could cover.

Brandi pulled out her feather duster from the hip holder of her French Maids outfit and traced the tips about her man, stopping to slowly brush around his manhood that swelled to attention under her careful scrutiny
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“I see will have to dust extensively in this area,” she said in her best French accent, as she looked hungrily into his eyes.

The costume complete with the head dress and the short skirt gave her long legs ample display, complete with black seemed hose and matching heels they battled for his attention against his almost over flowing cleavage that strained against the low cut top. 

Tami, her nurse’s outfit already driving her charges fantasy world drove it to another level as she swung her stethoscope an asked.

“I need to take your pulse, purely for safety concerns, I tend too send my patients pulses racing, both here,” she said placing a finger over his wrist.  “And here,” she smiled, plunging the instrument down his front.

“Oh, that’s very high, you better sit down and let my training calm you down a little,” she cooed leading him a few steps back to a chair.

Finally Bambi picked out her man, he was dressed in a very nice business suit as was she, white blouse, provocatively unbuttoned to just the right spot, a white pearl necklace dangling between her décolletage.  Her skirt much too short and her heels much too high to be considered professional office attire, but he wasn’t going to call Human Resources on her. 

Rick was becoming agitated, at first in a very pleasurable way because of Amber’s skills, but that slowly given way to a feeling of regret, but not yet action to stop that regret.  Amber read his face and felt his body reactions, but she had more than her own share of body reaction, most of which men found very distracting.

“Just enough to take you mind off of what’s happening,” she thought as she soothed his face and body back to where she wanted it.

The Stripper delivered more kisses, teasing him with false hope than he may yet feel her lips on his skin; instead she continued to kiss the veil she’d placed over his head.  Skilfully her hips rode up and down his crotch, his rock hard massive head bulging in his pants skimming over the thin gauze fabric of her outfit and her pussy, the small rises on either side of her sweet welcoming envelope sending shivers down the walls of his prong.  Amber repeated the process several times until his actions became almost uncontrollable, the Stripper quickly pushed up with her arms on the arms of the swung her legs forward and wrapped then around his middle. 

Cole came out of his near orgasmic fog called Velvet to see Amber’s change of position and realised to late that his fellow agent was in trouble, just as he was a fraction of a second later.  Velvet turned his head back to her and hugged him tight for the nanosecond it took her pressure sensitive pasties to fire their hooks into him.   She danced back a step, the miniscule device inside her pasties releasing a very thin, almost invisible wire as she did.  Cole rushed toward her intent on finishing her before he turned his fury on her partner, but in doing so he played right into her well constructed and intricate trap. 

Velvet somersaulted below his outstretched haymaker swing, she came to her feet in back of him, cart wheeled over to his other side and executed and walkover to land once more in front of him.  Her arms and legs became a flurry and motion, none of it hitting him, that was never the intention, which was made clear seconds later when he fell to the floor bound tight in the wire.

“You reacted a fraction of a second too late baby and now you can’t move at all, caught in The Stripper Cradle,” Velvet purred.

Cole opened his mouth to scream for help but Velvet merely pulled on one of the wires with her finger that controlled it and it tightened dangerously about his larynx.

“Now is that nice ruining the party for all my friends inside there, how rude,” she smiled.

 Cole cast a look over at Rick to see if he was faring any better.

“What’s the matter darling can’t breathe?” Amber honeyed evilly.  “Well I’m not surprised, what with my legs wrapped around you and squeezing every time you inhale.  Tell me how are you enjoying my veil, its and interesting fabric don’t you think?  You can breathe out through it normally but its does seems to be rather restrictive on how much air in can intake and the frustration of it all is that you can’t remove it, my lipstick has seem to that.  A special blend, it cements the veil to your skin by the sweetest of applicators,” she cooed.

Velvet, stepped over a few wires, twisted and turned her body slowly as her motions constricted the twine about Cole, just as Amber crushed Rick with her legs.  The two women had struck quickly and perfectly just as their training had taught them to.  The defenceless COIL agents would make another line on their respective resumes, but that was merely filler.

Inside the party room the situation was much the same.  The Strippers had all struck at exactly the same time each with perfect surprise. 

             

Candy had contained Boyd easily, her pussy was a fatal trap on many levels, and this was just one of them.  She relaxed her grip and carefully lowered the COIL agent down until he slumped against the edge of the cake and the floor.  She stepped forward and gently drew his face back into her panties for a few more rolls and nods of his head before she let go and knelt down face to face with him.

“I told you they were edible didn’t I, I guess you just ate too much of them and the drug they contain, you really should learn to over eat, it can lead to serious health problems,” she teased.  “You’d better rest for a moment before we continue in the meantime let me ask you a few questions,” she smiled.

 Mandy danced about her charge, her gyrations jingling her coin costume in ever changing rhythms as she came closer and closer to his spellbound body. 

“It hardly seems fair that you’re dressed and I barely have anything on,” she pouted while undoing the buttons on his shirt then removed it sensually from him, her smooth silky arms trailing across his skin as she did arousing him even more. 

The Stripper renewed her motions, only this time altering her motion to slow waving slalom of her body and placing it in contact with his.  He didn’t think he could get any harder than he was but he felt his pants pulling tighter around him. 

 “Now for something special,” she said sexily as he hands went above her head and she pressed closer to him.  “Hold me tight while I dance on your body,” she requested in a predatory tone and he was only to happy to co-operate.

 Mandy snaked and slithered her body against his for several minutes, his cock pounding inside his pants, she grabbed it carefully for leverage and pulled herself closer while she stroked it.  The COIL agent felt the growing sensation of an impending explosion, he tensed, his eyes rolled up and then he was sitting in a chair looking at her his eyes focused on her costume or what was left of it.

 “Oh dear, baby, you’re so hot you melted my coins and yourself in the process,” she purred.  “Heat dissolves them, specifically the heat of two human bodies, their coated in a rather effective muscle toxin, quickly absorbed into the skin unless one takes precautions as I did,” she added.  “Now let’s see if we can melt the remaining coins, penny for your most secret thoughts,” Mandy hotly breathed.

“You just relax and let Nurse Tami see to you,” the Stripper soothed as she pushed her stethoscope down his chest.

“Oh I don’t like the sounds I’m hearing down here, I think I going to have to explore a little deeper until I can find the root cause of this,” she giggled a little as her fingers undid the zipper on his pants.

“I see the problem now, you’re massive tense down here, fortunately for you I’m a trained masseuse as well,” she played as she gripped his root in her hand and pulled it free.  The palms of her hands softly pulled against the walls of his root in a creamy caress of delight.

'Strange you’re not relaxing, don’t worry I’ll simply try another technique,” she smiled and lowered her head.

“There now that seemed to do the trick, you’re good and relaxed and you didn’t even feel my touch, did you?’ Tami oozed as she showed him her ring.  “Just a touch releases the tiny needle, barely visible and totally undetectable, but that’s the point after all isn’t it baby?”

 Brandi played the French Maid to the hilt, giving her man views of her very firm and small ass as she bent over along with extreme close ups of her barely contained breasts.  She fussed with his clothes, straightening his tie as their eyes met; she moved in to kiss him touching the top of the handle on her duster as she did.  Her mouth open slightly and ravenously as she came within a hair of his lips, just as the duster pierced the back of his neck. 

What is zee matter cheri,” she accented, as the Stripper pulled the concealed syringe from him with a smile.  “I like to clean very thoroughly, get my duster into every corner, sweeping out secrets.”

 She too placed him in a chair and straddled him.  “Pity you can’t feel or touch me, but you can answer questions and I have many for you,” she whispered into his ear.

 Bambi flipped open a small compact and checked herself in the mirror before doing a few touch ups including a fresh application of lipstick.  She paused halfway through as her eye caught his.

“A woman can never be too careful regarding her appearance in the corporate world, just one final touch, there,” she smiled into the mirror before closing it and slipping it back into her pocket.

Her lipstick contained tiny bits of sparkle that moved with the light and made her deep delicious to his eyes.  She caught the end of his tie and pulled it through her hands drawing him closer to her with each tug.

“Let’s create a corporate merger,” she smiled as her lips took his. 

She controlled the kiss, its tempo, the movement of their lips, the pressure until finally she broke contact and smiled. 

“The sparkles sit on the surface of my lipstick, there the poison; the lipstick is the protection from it, but only for me.  Any contact breaks the sparkles open and instantly delivers the poison.  The application for the watcher is erotic enough if down correctly, but the lipstick is so dazzling to look at that all the target can think of is kissing those lips as you just did.  Now its time for a little corporate espionage,” she laughed. 

The Strippers worked over the make agents for intell gathering more than they could have hoped for, but it was Velvet who hit the jackpot.  Once the women had worked all they thought they could get out of the male agents it was time to finish what they’d started.

Brandi still straddling her man raised her legs up the back of the chair and reached for the seam of her stocking at the base of her heel.  With practiced skill she removed the wire hidden inside the seam, wrapped it around a special groove cut into each of her heels and with the quickness of a striking cobra wrapped it around his neck, her heels crossing and back and locking the wire securely about his throat.  The Stripper snapped her legs and his neck.

Candy placed her panties over Boyd’s head and pulled small threat instantly they contracted.

“What would you fiancée say if she could see you now honey, more than I suspect you can at the moment.  My panties will contact until they crush you, oh and about your former fiancée, don’t say a thing, I’ll be sure to explain everything to her while I’m disposing of her.”

 Nurse Tami checked for vital signs, there were none; her stethoscope had delivered his cardiac arrest with just the right amount of electric shock.  Mandy danced her thighs into place around his neck and began a slow rolling gyration that increased in speed and circumference over the minutes.  She watched Candy, Brandi and Velvet take care of the remaining three COIL agents while she worked her own execution.  What was left of her coins jangled as she shimmied until a final thrust into the dance on beat with a crack.

 “Well now what to do, you’ve been drugged by my lipstick, so killing you that way would be repetitive and a women never wants that, she needs to use a wide arsenal of weapons to always keep the male guessing and guessing wrong.  Yes, this should do nicely,” she smiled taking off her necklace and putting it around his neck.  Next she removed her set of earrings and placed one on either side of the necklace.

“Don’t move a muscle baby, I’ve activated the earrings, the slightest motion or jostling will cause them two explode and I wouldn’t want you to loose your head over me, or perhaps I would,” she teased.

The girls gathered together and pushed the cake to the door, their mission a complete and total success.

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“I think this certainly qualifies as another disaster for COIL,” Sharon Sharpe said as she came up to Devon Thrash her counterpart for COIL OPS on the men’s side.

“It gets even better or worse I should say as he handed Sharon a piece of paper which she quickly scanned before turning away in anger and taking a few strident paces.

“You mean to tell me one of your men hacked into the database and looked at the files of these female agents?  How far into them did he get and better yet who else knows what he does or did as the case may be?” she demanded.

“Devon breathed a sigh and motioned Sharon he follow him over to a body covered with a table cloth.  He pulled back the sheet so she could have a look.

“I recognize the trademark, The Strippers Guild,” now it was her turn to sigh.  “I suppose they accessed the system using Intel they worked out of this one,” she said in disgust.

“They flash downloaded the files of those agents I handed you, everything on them, complete skills, case studies, the works,” he said dejectedly.

 “If you’ll excuse me I have to start contacting these women before they end up like your lot and I don’t intend to let that happen.  The Strippers Guild are assassins for hire and opportunists, that list represents a large payday for them, the bidding will be fierce or perhaps they’ll do the jobs themselves on a contract basis for whomever bids the most, DOOM, The Silkworms, The Poison Geisha, SNARE or numerous other organisations,” Sharon said barely able to hold her temper as she walked away.