Chapter Two:
If there was one thing Whitney hated
it was long airplane trips and sixteen hours from London to Colombo, Sri Lanka
definitely fell into that category in her mind.
Her long lean body was in complete agreement but it was much easier to
pacify, a few simple stretches mollified its protests while she waited by the
baggage carousel for her luggage to appear.
Finally it creaked into view; she grabbed it, cleared customs and was
soon speeding to the hotel in her rented jeep.
“Unpacking can wait!” she told
herself as she locked the door and tossed her bags onto the bed. “I need to stretch and unwind before I can
think of doing anything else.”
The ex-naval officer discarded her clothes in a growing heap as she
peeled them off and tossed them away the small pile definitely not to military
standard. Naked and feeling much cooler
Whitney lowered herself slowly to the floor her body packed tight together in a
ball, her chin resting and her knees with her hands wrapped around her
legs. She slowed her breathing and
calmed her mind focusing herself on the mindfulness of what she was doing.
“Always give your body the time it deserves, it’s your best and
deadliest weapon,” Sahara had consistently reminded her during training. “Looks only get you so far in this business
Whitney and believe me you have that as well but I’ve known plenty of women on
both sides that had beauty to spare, but that didn’t keep them from being
killed!”
Whitney’s cheeks creased as she smiled at the thought of that, more so her
trainer’s comments on her looks and physical appeal. During high school she’d
managed a grand total of 3 dates and all of those she knew where mercy dates
because of her friends insistence that she be included. Her years at the academy had produced much
the same results. At 5’11” she was
imposing even in flats, add heels and she towered over most of her
classmates! Couple that with being very
athletic, better than most boys and a brilliant intellect and it wasn’t exactly
a recipe for romance and just to be sure the uniform and the short hair removed
the final vestiges of any sexual appeal she may have had!
“Yet here I am a full fledged C.O.I.L. agent what a paradox?” she mused
as she began her routine.
Her long frame uncoiled itself as she lowered her legs slowly and
gracefully to the floor her body flowing like a slow moving river that barely
causes a ripple on its surface. Whitney
bent her torso forward, cupped her hands behind her heels and pulled down pushing
her upper body against her legs. Immediately
she felt the penned up tension inside begin to dissipate. Her legs spread apart like the hands of a
clock as she moved them further and further away from each other until she was
in a complete split position her torso erect and elegant as a statue in its
posture. The spy pulled her long frame
sideways and down each leg, her muscle and sinew responding in delight to the
workout.
“You have been blessed with an extremely flexible and supple body
Whitney,” Sahara told her. “You need to
take full advantage of it, both in offensive and defensive situations.”
Whitney raised herself up to her previous position before slowly
rolling backwards as she declined her back to the floor whilst keeping her legs
splayed. Her thin wiry frame sexily
revealing her muscles as they pushed to the surface and danced like a river of
moving snakes as she flexed and strained her naked frame. Her long shapely legs anchored her to the
floor as she moved into a full arching stretch of her upper body her arms
reaching out above her head as she pushed her body. Her small round breasts came to attention
under her arching frame her dark nipples firming to alertness.
The spy swung her arms round and to her sides, inhaled and pushed her
body up off the floor as her back and shoulder muscles curved and contoured to
take the strain. Carefully Whitney began
to invert her frame, pushing her body up she pulled her legs back along the
floor, careful not to touch it and out the back until she had reversed
herself. She titled forward slightly to
balance her body and then began a series of gravity defying push-ups. She widened her legs to increase the pressure
until finally satisfied with the results Whitney pulled her legs up against her
stomach and rolled herself cautiously into a lotus position, closed her eyes
and began her meditation.
The spy surfaced refreshed and invigorated. She rose, unpacked her clothes and then
reclined on the bed as she began to review her notes for tomorrow’s
speech.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Good morning ladies and gentleman I want to thank you for the honour
of speaking before you today on so important a matter however before I begin I
feel the need to clarify my experience and credentials. Although I have served aboard several nuclear
powered ships while a member of the United States Navy the main reactor and its
related components were not under my authority.
My duty was the sub electrical systems that were not powered by the
reactor with the responsibility of maintaining and improving there electrical
output in order to make the ship run more efficiently. As you will note from my brief bio I hold a
Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering with special emphasis on the more
conventional means of generating and improving standard electrical systems and
for that purpose we are all gathered here today. I would like to begin my talk this morning…”
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“I think she is just what we are
looking for!”
“Excellent Seema,” Zai answered into
the ear of her cell phone. “Proceed to
the next step with her but carefully as I know you will be until we are sure we
have her!”
“What about price?” Seema asked.
“Money is not an object in the eyes
of D.O.O.M. I don’t need to remind you
how important this project is to all involved do I!?” Zai answered her tone
raising as she spoke.
“Of course not, I understand,” Seema
replied coolly before continuing. “It’s
just that she is young and sometimes young people have silly ideals that they
try and live up to and she perhaps is one of these people. She may not be for sale, that was more to my
point.”
“My experience with most young
people is that if the enticement is sweet enough and if it is explained to them
in such a way they will come to believe whatever they are told in the end. I’m sure the money offered Miss Thomas would
be more than adequate enticement. If
however, it is not I’m sure I can could on my loyal executive assistant to find
other flavours that Miss Thomas will find to her tastes!” Zai said as Seema
felt the heat of her words penetrate her body.
“I’m sure I can!” Seema smiled as
she ended the called just in time to watch the slender figure of Miss Whitney
Thomas walk confidently by her without the merest of notice.
“We will she each other again very
soon my dear,” Seema nodded as she melted into the crowd and headed for the
exit of the hotel.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“I could certainly get used to the
spy game if it’s like this all the time!” Whitney smiled broadly as she
adjusted the straps on her micro bikini and took another sip of her drink. “I’ve done my part and hopefully I’ve done it
well enough to attract the attention of my assignment,” she thought to herself.
“All of her wanted this first
mission to be a success and yet at the same time all of her was simultaneously
nervous that it wouldn’t and that it would be at the same time. The double-edged sword of failure from the
start and failure during the mission had plagued her in the two days she’d been
waiting since her speech. Three days was
the time limit her mission outline had set and so far nothing!” her brain
reminded her as she reclined on the lounge chair by the pool of her hotel.
“Miss Thomas?” came a sweetly
manicured voice from above.
Whitney opened her eyes and raised
her sunglasses.
“Yes,” was all she offered in
return.
“My name is Chama Singh. May I have a word with you?” said Seema using
an alias just to be on the safe side.
Whitney played it cool invitingly
offering the woman a seat on the vacant chair beside her with a sweeping hand
gesture and a polite smile.
“Actually I was hoping we could
discuss matters in a more private setting away from other ears and eyes,” Seema
said accentuating eyes with a slight raise of her voice and an arching
eyebrow.
Whitney gave her a quick scan her
training drawing information as she went.
Chama was about 5’ 8”, approximately 125 pounds with straight dark black
hair tied at the base of her neck with the remaining silky strands trailing
down her back to her mid shoulders. Full
beautiful lips high cheekbones and deep brown eyes gave her a face a model
would envy. She wore sparing make up,
partially because of the heat, but more because she didn’t require it and
anymore would simply take away rather than add to her allurement. Her curvaceous
figure was perfectly accentuated by her choice of highly stylish and
complimentary clothes. Her visitors silk
halter style blouse with its plunging open neckline and narrowing straps that
clung to the edge of her shoulders drew the viewer naturally down the line of
her décolletage as was intended. Whitney
noticed she needed no bra to support them as they clung in place firm and
unyielding behind their silken shroud. Her
skirt came to just above her knees revealing her savoury flowing legs that were
perfectly turned within her artistic heels.
Her jewellery was sparing but completely complimentary, the sign of a
confident mature woman. Whitney couldn’t
place her age, she seemed to defy it, but she guessed somewhere over 40.
“Maybe a shade, maybe more, I can’t tell!” she mused silently before
speaking once more. “Very well join me
in my private cabana?” she offered once more with a hand gesture towards the
tent like structure behind her.
Seema thankfully nodded and walked toward the opening. Whitney rose, snapped off her sunglasses and
watched the woman prance away from her; Seema’s spare lean well toned back
moving with the fluidity of shifting sand in the desert.
“Play it cool, but not too cool!” the fledgling spy told herself as she
headed into her Cabana closing the flap door behind her.
Seema waited for Whitney to seat herself before placing her small purse
on a table next to her chair that she in turn pulled closer to Whitney so that
the two were nearing touching knee to knee.
“I heard your address at the conference yesterday Miss Thomas and after
consultation with my employer we feel that you would be perfect for a project
she is currently undertaking,” Seema said formally and professionally.
“I’m flattered you and your employer, I’m sorry I didn’t catch her
name, would be that impressed by me just from a simply speech. I’m sure that if you contact my company your
employer and mine can work out the contractual details of her hiring me,”
Whitney said earnestly.
“I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood the intention of my offer Miss
Thomas. My employer, Miss Zai Shetty,
perhaps you’ve heard of her, would like to keep this matter private, just
between you and her?” Seema answered sweetly.
“One, that would be impossible as my current employment contract
specifically forbids me from doing any freelance work and two, no I’ve never
heard of your employer!” Whitney said upping the stakes in the game.
“Miss Shetty is the most prominent and influential businesswoman in her
field in this country and indeed within the Indian Sub-Continent!” Seema
volleyed back choosing one to try and discredit one of Whitney’s statements for
the time being.
“And what exactly would that be?” Whitney pushed harder her voice
having an almost non-caring lilt to it.
“Orchids, Miss Thomas! Miss Zai
Shetty is one of if not the most prominent orchid designers and growers in the
world!” Seema’s voice answered as it took on almost a reverent air.
“Flowers!” Whitney burst out trying not to but failing to cover a small
laugh on purpose. She was trending into
deeper and more dangerous water, she knew it and one slip could spell the end
of the game but she had to push it to keep her cover and remain above suspicion
for as long as need be.
“Orchids, Miss Thomas, the king of all flowers! Miss Shetty has become very wealthy woman
through the development and sale of these flowers as you call them!” Seema
retorted “You really shouldn’t criticise
what you do not understand!” she said sounding very much like a schoolteacher.
“My apologies,” Whitney offered.
“My work does not allow me much time for the more refined pleasures of
life.” The apology appeased the woman
just as the spy had hoped it would.
“However, as to the second part of my question. If your employer is so wealthy and
influential as you say she is why not go directly to the national or local
government to obtain what she needs?” Whitney followed up.
“As with any success story there are always those who would rather see
a person fail, for whatever reason and over the years Miss Shetty like all
successful people has made her share of enemies, some earned, others merely
jealous of her success,” Seema said.
“I take it some of these enemies occupy certain positions within the
electrical system?” Whitney mused cleverly.
“I see there is no need for subterfuge with you Miss Thomas as I
expected. Miss Shetty’s latest and most
ambitious project is the culmination of many years of experimentation and
research. She has developed a new genus
of orchid with twelve sub-geneses.
However, each sub-genus must be grown in separate greenhouses and due
the high failure rate thousands of plants of each sub genus must be grown at a
time. However the constraint is that her
current power configuration and equipment cannot support the electrical load
she needs to complete her research.” Seema explained.
Whitney smiled knowingly. “This
is where I come in! I appreciate your
condor Miss Singh but as I said my employment contract is quite specific
regarding freelancing.”
“Mere words on a page,” Seema’s creamy lips grinned. “Miss Shetty has authorised me to offer you
two hundred thousand dollars American for your time. Your reputation in this area is well
documented, if one does a little prying, as I have. Given that information I estimate the task
should take no more than a week to complete and unless I’m mistaken you just
began a weeks vacation as part of the deal your firm struck with the government
for your talk?”
“Your prying extends to many areas!” Whitney smiled.
Seema smiled back and slowly slipped her feet free of her shoes,
lightly placing them on arches of Whitney’s.
The Indian woman delicately caressed the spy’s feet as they slithered
about gradually snaking up her calves!
Whitney tensed her calf muscles involuntarily as the two women fixed
each other in their gaze. Seema smiled
back as her legs wound delicately around Whitney’s there skin growing in
contact as she work until her feet pushed along Whitney’s inner thighs and
toward her pussy. Whitney stared at her
blankly feeling the woman get closer to her with each passing second! Suddenly Whitney reached down and locked her
fingers into Seema’s toes! A quick turn
of her wrists immobilised the woman’s legs!
Deliberately slowly and seductively the spy withdrew her legs from her
guests before guiding the woman’s feet back into her shoes.
Whitney reached over and took Seema’s purse opened it and removed the
digital movie camera. As she hit the
erase button she spoke. Two hundred
thousand deposited to my bank in the Caymans and just to let you know for
future reference Miss Singh I don’t go that way!”
“Pity, for a while there you looked like you were enjoying
yourself! I’ll have someone call you
later to finalise the agreement. Good
day Miss Thomas,” Seema smiled as she left the Cabana.
“Let’s hope I live to enjoy the money,” Whitney thought.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Never mind the assignments, the travel alone will kill me in this
job!” Whitney said to herself sarcastically as she sped along the highway
toward the coast three hours into her five-hour journey to Zai Shetty’s
complex. The money had been deposited,
just as promised and she’d been sent some preliminary data on the complex and
how to get there.
Slipping another Cd into the player she turned up the volume and
increased her speed. Slowly she climbed
out of the valley up and over the mountains and was soon rapidly descending to
the coast. The forest became much
thicker, coursing right up to the edge of the highway displaying for her the
myriad of colour from various tropical plants and trees. She checked her map for the upcoming turnoff
so found it and in seconds was swallowed by the jungle as vines and large leafy
plants swatted both sides of her jeep.
“Somebody likes her privacy,” she thought ominously as she jarred along
the rough track.
Just as suddenly as the darkness of the forest had consumed her it
opened up as the jungle fell away allowing the light to stream through. Whitney turned several sharp corners, then a
final one before she saw the small white guardhouse ahead. Coming to a stop she was motioned out of the
vehicle by one man while the other watched, his weapon trained on her. The other guard quickly went through her
things, checked the jeep and then checked her, this her did more thoroughly and
slowly! When he came a little too close
Whitney wiggled her ass against him in a teasing fashion before uttering to the
other enviously watching guard.
“There’s plenty of me for the both of you! Why don’t you come and give your friend a
hand? I’m woman enough for the both of you!”
Just as she had expected her candour sent the both of them scurry for
the cover of the guardhouse as they opened the gate and waved her through! With a small laugh and a wave she drove off
towards the main house, a large and magnificent low spread bungalow set into a
fall of land. Whitney pulled the jeep
around the driveway circle, spotting off in the distance the gleaming rows of
greenhouses. She came to a stop under
the portico by the large mahogany double front doors which opened just as she
stepped from her vehicle, the familiar face and figure of Chama Singh, her
fixed honeyed smile, coming toward the spy.
“Welcome Miss Thomas! Oh please
leave your bags I’ll have a servant bring those to your room,” Seema said.
“I’ll just grab my briefcase then,” Whitney said. “I think I’d be lost without it!”
“Of course, the career girl’s purse,” Seema said getting in the dig
before continuing. “Your right on time,
Miss Shetty will be pleased. If you’ll
come this way she’s eager to meet you as I’m sure you are to finally meet her!”
The spy mocked a laugh at the comment as the two walked through the
doors and into the main house. Whitney
took note of her new surroundings as they moved down a long wide ornate
hallway, decorated with numerous expensive and in some cases illegal objects of
art, among them a tiger skin, several ivory carvings and what appeared the to
be horn of a rhinoceros.
“As you can see Miss Shetty does not confine her passion for beautiful
things to flowers alone!” Seema said in a breezy tone.
Whitney knew the comment was a test but she was still surprised to find
the will power she had to invoke not to offer any comment at all. Instead she merely took a cursory note of
each item and nodded to her escort in a neutral fashion.
At the end of the hallway Seema pulled a key from inside her Sari,
inserted it into the locked door barring their way and motioned the spy through
before following. She quickly took the
lead again as the two descended a grand staircase of marble and oak that
twisted downward in a semi circular motion to the floor below.
“This is Miss Shetty’s private part of the house,” she explained with
the slightest tone of reverence in her voice.
“From here spring most of her inspirations and consequently her wealth.”
“All of her data must also be here then!” Whitney made a note to
herself.
“It’s just a little farther Miss Thomas, this way if you please,” Chama
said as she led her towards two large patio doors.
Soft sunlight filtering through the trees washed over the two as they
made their way along a crushed gravel path and by many wonderful gardens dotted
with exotic species of flowers and ferns.
They turned a corner picked up the side of a hedge and followed it along
until they turned into the opening.
Before Whitney could focus Chama pushed a forearm against her knocking
her back a little.
“I’m am sorry Miss Thomas, but we seem to be a few minutes early, Miss
Shetty is still in the middle of her morning exercise routine. We can watch but please be silent until she
is finished!” Chama said in a whisper.
Whitney acknowledged her and the two cautiously crept into the opening.
The young spy took in the scene before her with an outward air of
impatience passivity that masked her true intentions. Whitney watched Zai and another woman, a
blonde, both about the same height and age, late twenties, a few inches shorter
than Whitney stalk each other in naked splendour!
“Miss Shetty has a visitor this morning I see!” Chama said in a
whisper. “Yes, now I remember, she’s
from Sweden, a former gymnast. I believe
she practices a style called Tymkol if I recall?” she said glancing a look at
the bewildered Whitney. “Oh, I apologise
Miss Thomas. Miss Shetty among her many
talents is also a highly skilled fighter in exotic martial arts and this woman
is her latest opponent!”
Whitney watched the spectacle play out before her. Zai had a well structured body, graceful
legs, slender arms, a thin waist and medium sized breasts, the spy could see
that the information in her dossier was indeed correct, she was in excellent
condition and a good fighter! The blond
attacked at every angle and each was parried away with ease by Zai until she
grew tired of the game and the woman.
Whitney watched Zai smash a series a kicks into the blondes legs before
delivering a spinning roundhouse kick that sent her flying in the air and hard
to the grass! Before she could recover
Zai had her from behind! Her legs
scissored the blonde’s head and legs rendering them useless in seconds before
she caught her arms in hers! Entangled
to her satisfaction Zai thrust the two of them over as Whitney’s employer came
to rest on her stomach in the cool grass her prey trapped above her! Chama’s eyes widened at the sight for just
the briefest of seconds but more than long enough for Whitney to catch a quick
sideways glance without moving her head.
“I think Miss Shetty has won the match?” Seema said with pride.
“Then why doesn’t she let her go?” Whitney responded with pretended
concern in her voice. The spy knew full
well why not and that this whole scenario had been set up just for her as a
warning to what could befall her should she prove to be less than
trustworthy.
“All matches are to the death Miss Thomas that is understood by both
competitors,” Chama smiled at her. Miss
Shetty is an exponent of several exotic arts, but her favourite is this one,
The Silk Sari, as you can see it is quite effective!” Chama said just as Zai
finished her opponent with a plunge of her hips. She released the hold on the now limp woman,
got up walked a few paces, picked up her towel and was soon on her way over to
the two women.
Whitney did her best to hide her arousal, both the sight of the sweaty
woman and the musk emanating from her.
“Miss Thomas,” she smiled.
“Excellent to meet you Chama has told me all about you. I look forward to seeing you in action! Tell me what style to you practice?”
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