Sharon Sharpe Back Story Chapter 5

A few days later Sharon got the call she’d been expecting from her lawyer.  She gave him instructions to set up a meeting and he did as she wished objecting only to the fact that he should be present when she talked.  Sharon assured him she would sign or agree to nothing without checking in with him first.

Vanta Blue Diamond was a fine hotel, Sharon preferred The Hyatt, but that’s where Lord and Lady Jennings had requested they meet.

‘Home field advantage,’ Sharon thought. ‘Not that it would do them any good.’

The spy walked confidently into the lobby up to the desk and after inquiring was taken to into the Palisade Room to meet Lord and Lady Jennings.

Lord Jennings, Colin as he insisted on being called was tall about 6’ 2” dark hair, well built, obviously exercised.  Sharon thought him attractive and he knew it, an off putting trait but one she was ready to ignore if it got her somewhere.  Lady Jennings, Tessa, was an entirely different challenge.

She wanted Sharon to see body, especially her legs so she’d taken a chair that showed her off from the minute Sharon walked into the room, it was a power pose designed to show who was number one.  The spy judged their heights to be about equal, Tessa Jennings re-crossed her exception legs as Sharon approached and tensed them for her benefit. She had a willowy sexy figure and knew how to best display it.

She rose to greet the young woman, sizing her up as she rose.  Pleasantries exchanged they all sat down, drinks were ordered, Sharon preferring a Perrier with lime while the others had gin and tonic, Lord Jennings ensuring they got Blue Sapphire even after the waiter ensured him the first time.

‘You have to be careful or they’ll serve you some third rate stuff like Gordons and try to pass it off,’ he explained.

Sharon smiled, but not an approving one.

‘Taj had him pegged alright,’ was what she thought through the smile.

They made small talk, while she and Colin did, Lady Jennings simply smiled and catalogued Sharon.

‘At the present time I have no plans to sell any of the properties under my control.  After all, people need a place to live and your development would see them displaced,’ Sharon answered.

‘There must be some solution we can come to, after all, this is business, its not personal,’ he countered. ‘We can both make benefit from this if each of us willing to give a little.’

‘I’m a very giving person under the right circumstances,’ Sharon suggested with a touch of her hair and a shift of her body. ‘Perhaps we should get together, just the two of us, Lady Jennings seems to have little interest, maybe alone the two of us could reach consummation on the matter,’ she added leaning forward and touching his hand.

‘You’re quite mistaken by may silence, Miss Sharpe.  Believe me you and this business venture have both myself and my husband’s full attention,’ Lady Jennings said, her icy eyes fixed on Sharon.

‘Really, how surprising, your look told me you were concentrating on other matters,’ Sharon quipped. 

‘I assure you Miss Sharpe I am able to focus on multiple tasks at the same time,’ Tessa added.

‘Funny, I’ve always found when I do that something to do with one or the other always goes missing, sometimes more than one thing, but that’s me.’ Sharon added with a disarming smile as she looked back at Colin.

‘Perhaps we could meet again. Since you’ve been such a good host, allow me to return the favour. Here’s my address and personal phone number, maybe in a less formal setting you and I can work something out while Lady Jennings pursues her agenda,’ Sharon smiled and got up.

She left having scored all the points she needed to, behind her she could feel the fire getting hotter.

***

‘These next few steps are dangerous,’ Sharon said as they lay beside each other in her bed.

‘I hear a you don’t want me around coming,’ Taj sounded as he stroked her thigh.

‘You hear correct, because I don’t want you hurt in several ways,’ she added.

‘I can take care of myself pretty well,’ Taj said.

‘Its not that, I know you can, its hurt in other ways,’ Sharon said then decided to say it all.  ‘Look this job, my career, sometimes I have to seduce opponents, things get intense, physical and sexual.  It does not mean I care for them, usually the opposite, but it can be one of my best weapon’s, so I use it,’ she explained.

‘Like you did with me?’ Taj said.

‘No, never, you were a complete fluke, but a wonderful fluke, one that I don’t want to end, but one where we must understand each other, how we fit together going forward and to be blunt, what we can do for each other.  I love you, always will, but I will always love my career more and that will never.  change. I think your insanely smart, talented, charming, caring and on a person level, an insanely wonderful lover. To be blunt, we can help each other and comfort and love each other,’ Sharon explained.

‘But you have to be free to do your job, even sleeping with others and I assume I would not be your only lover around the world,’ Taj said.

‘Yes,’ she said. “I don’t expect you to hang around.  You will find someone, someday, probably soon for reasons I said earlier.  I expect that.  I’m not going to lie, it will hurt, but I will be glad for you, but I will never abandon when that happens.  I’m with you till the end,’ she said and kissed him on the cheek.

There was a long pause as they lay still, he had stopped touching her, the silence never seemed to end, for either of them until he slowly turned to face her, his eyes focused on her, Sharon locked into his gaze until she slowly began to turn and before she realised Taj was on top of her.  His kiss told her all each needed to now.  Sharon wiggled, her legs relaxing and opening, Taj more than filling the void. She tilted her hips as he arched up and found her.  It was slow and wonderful and magical and at the end completely binding the both of them to each other.

***

‘Right on time,’ Sharon said opening the door and stepping into view.

He was clearly pleased and shocked, the sudden intake of his breath telling her she’d hit a home run.

‘Come on in, can I fix you a drink before we get down to business,’ she said glancing a look over her shoulder as she made her way to the corner bar in the living room of her suite.

Her legs and swishing ass had him as she moved, he followed her willing adding the comment. ‘What kind of business?’

Sharon stopped and turned slowly leaning against the edge of the bar, her figure displayed perfectly, just as she wanted.  She held it for just the right time before she smiled and stepped forward slipping her arms and her body around his.

‘You smell wonderful,’ he said.

‘I smell better when I’ve even closer. No reason we can’t mix pleasure and business or any other kind of mixing we may want to do,’ she sexily breathed as her lips closed round his for a slow kiss.

***

The meeting in the lawyer’s office to sign the papers that had been drawn up to create a new corporation took place a few days later.  Everyone was on good terms, well except for Lady Jennings who shot daggers at Sharon while looking happy and refined at her husband’s success.

Sharon signed first, not even bothering to review it then handed the pen to Lord Jennings who did the same.

‘How should we celebrate?’ he asked her.

Sharon gave him a small kiss then added. ‘Unless Lady Jennings is into threesomes perhaps, we could meet later, but for now I did take the liberty of champagne,’ she added as a bottle appeared from behind a desk. Glasses and toasts followed before finally the civility of Lady Jennings wore to the point as she reminded her husband, they had an appointment with other important people taking his arm in hers and leading him away. ‘See you later,’ Sharon could not help adding knowing full well who that someone would be.

***

‘I see the reality more than matches the packaging,’ Lady Jennings said from a chair in the living room as Sharon emerged from the bathroom.  ‘I had wondered about your legs, but I see they surprisingly don’t disappoint. You really are a unique package.’

‘The British have such a flare for backhanded compliments,’ 

Sharon smiled as she surveyed the woman the damp towel clinging to her body from the shower she just had as Lady Jennings sat cross legged on the end of her bed.

‘You left some of your property behind. I thought I’d pay you a visit and return it,’ Lady Jennings said opening her purse and pulling out three cylinders.

‘Yes, my calling card,’ Sharon smiled.

‘Interesting shades, Passion Pink, the shade you wore to the meeting. Orange Sunset, what you were wearing when I picked up Colin and Copper Crush the shade you wore to the lawyer’s office to sign the papers for the new company.

‘Very observant,’ Sharon mused.

‘And in return I want the books,’ Tessa demanded.

‘Sorry, no exchanges or refunds or to put it another way, finders’ keepers, losers’ weepers, besides all that, they’re not here anymore.'

‘I’m not leaving without them Miss Sharpe; certain interested parties have already paid me for them.’

‘Sharon smiled then answered. ‘Give them their money back, write an IOU, do whatever you like, your concerns are not mine, but I will say you did have one part of the previous statement right.  You’re not leaving here.’

‘It’s a good thing I came prepared,’ Lady Jennings, setting down her purse.

A well toned sexy black leather leg flashed forward, first up at Sharon’s head then down to her hips and finally her knee’s. Sharon arched back on the first kick, then bent one leg at the knee to meet and block the other two challenges before stepping back and elegantly removing her towel.

‘Less restrictive,’ she mused then advanced.

Lady Jennings was unperturbed by the sexy nude form of her opponent.  Sharon unloaded a fury of kicks and punches, the lithe Lady Jennings paired and danced out of the way of the blows, Sharon spun hard with a reverse kick, the whizzing from the speed. Lady Jennings launched into a back walkover her legs scissoring Sharon’s extended, pulling her forward into a split as the two landed on the floor of the bedroom. Lady Jennings delivered a double chop to Sharon’s neck and a fist to her pussy.

‘Kee-sha! Lady Jennings said as she administered her blows.  Lady Jennings released the leg and snapped a kick to the side of Sharon that sent her sideways and sprawled out on her stomach where she felt a leg smash down into the small of her back a black sea of pain obscuring her senses.

The spy was rolled over onto her back, Lady Jennings smiling as she tensed her legs sending torrents of pain into Sharon’s captured legs.

‘They may be full, sexy and alluring Miss Sharpe but they do have weaknesses that can be exploited as you can see and most certainly feel.’ she said as she pushed the flat of her foot against Sharon’s bending the entangled legs of the spy. ‘Tell me the location of the books Miss Sharpe and I will let you go with minor damage, resist I will cripple you. It would be a shame to deprive others from viewing one of your better assets.’

Sharon arched up her torso to relive the pressure, just as Lady Jennings had hoped. 

‘Kee-sha!’ she yelled driving a fist into Sharon’s exposed mound crashing her back to the floor.

‘Very well Miss Sharpe.’

Lady Jennings increased the pressure and turned the two on their sides as Sharon writhed in agony.

One side to the other the aristocrat rolled the capture spy working her skill deeper into her foe.

‘Where are they Miss Sharpe?’ Lady Jennings asked calmly.

Sharon defied her even as her legs went numb from the pressure, but the young spy was far from finished.  Marshalling her strength, she pulled her torso up again and Lady Jennings propelled her fist toward the spy’s exposed sex.  Sharon swung her body up  90 degrees and caught the punch, her hand seizing the hand, turning it over, pulling her opponent to her and delivering a thumping head butt that unlocked the leg trap.

Lady Jennings tumbled over herself and lay still as Sharon gasped in relief, rubbing and using her hands to shake life into her stricken pins just enough that she could roll toward her for her legs cartwheeling in the air as the spy spun onto her shoulder in a breakdance move before crashing it hard into the small of the back of Lady Jennings, followed up with short sharp shots to her kidney’s.

‘Cha! Cha!’ she yelled driving home her punches until Lady Jennings was motionless.

‘I owe you a few of these,’ Sharon smiled as she rolled her opponent over onto her back and slammed several shots into Lady Jennings mound to finish the battle.

A quick trip to her jewellery box and she was back.  She opened them, crossed Lady Jennings wrists over each other then locked the bangles around them, she moved to her ankles and did the same.

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‘There now, fashionable as well as functional.  This will keep you until COIL arrives to pick you up.

I suppose I should correct my earlier statement to you will not be leaving here under your own power.  COIL will be very interested in what you know I’m sure.’

Sharon retrieved a robe, fixed her hair in the mirror and returned to her writhing adversary.

‘Futile efforts I’m afraid, but from my prospective tantalizing to watch, but clam yourself for a moment while I explain a few more details to you,’ Sharon soothed in a smooth sexy voice before continuing. ‘Your husband was an adequate lover, but he was an excellent talker and very suggestable, of course that could have been entrancing perfume. Once under its spell he was open to my suggestions including signing that business arrangement we made which he didn’t read but just signed.  Fortunately for me and unfortunately for you it contained a codicil that upon his death I inherit the entire company and the assets, one of which is your home in Suffolk and from what he told me was your rather impressive library. I’ll make sure you hear about his untimely passing this evening from a heart attack, of course helped on by my celebratory kiss after we signed the contract,’ she smiled as Lady Jennings wriggled helplessly.

‘Time is short for both of us, we each have planes to catch, me to England and my new home, you to an undisclosed location.’

Sharon made a call showered and finished dressing just as transport arrived.

‘TTFN Lady Jennings,’ she smiled as COIL’s transport team took her away and she departed a few minutes later.

  

Sharon Sharpe Back Story Chapter 4

‘Your impressive haul is only surpassed by your impressive and growing resume,’ Nadira enthused as she hugged her student. ‘A Silkworm at any age is something to be proud of but from one so young, truly outstanding.’

‘I have a very good teacher,’ Sharon answered. ‘Did you manage to find any?’

‘I’ve added a couple of bookcases to the collection, your contribution should just about fill those.’

‘How did you find so many, so fast?’

‘Age mostly. I’ve had many more years to acquire contacts, people from all areas who can help me, and I never stop adding to them. I’ve shared your name with them and will give you a list, so you can make your own introductions.  This is a part of our profession that is vital my dear, I cannot stress it enough to you.  Make as many contacts as you can, but make them selectively, use the talents you’ve been taught but more importantly the talents you especially already have, you’re an excellent judge of people, use that to its full advantage. Remember some of these people may to junior in their department, but one day if you chose right they will be heading that department or even more,’ Nadira explained.

‘You’re talking about something beyond a strictly business relationship I think,’ Sharon asked already knowing the answer.

‘You see, there’s that talent I just mentioned. Yes and no, but yes makes the bond stronger, but you must like maybe even love the people you chose, the intimacy builds the bonds, but only if its genuine and both parties understand one another’s role,’ Nadira stated. ‘I will warn you this could and usually does lead to certain, how shall I put this, of the grid assignments to help each other out. 

How you approach and manage these is your business, but just like any game of skill, it is always best to think many moves ahead.  If I do this, what do I gain, what do they gain, how is this beneficial to both of us or just one of us.’

Sharon absorbed it all just as she absorbed the new books and manuscripts, adding skills and talents to her repertoire.  It wasn’t just yoga in the books, dance, movement, motion, dress even make up was included in the form of commentaries from the authors.  Sharon found all thrilling.

The young agent was soon of again, this time to College Street in Kolkata, a street famous for book sellers.  It was dusty, dirty work in some places, searching on hands and knees in boxes and backrooms that probably hadn’t seen a visitor in years, maybe decades.  Sharon was not sure the meager haul she got was worth the effort of the dust and bugs she’d had to battle but consoled herself that a shower at the end of the day was always waiting for her. 

Day after day she returned, methodically working her way along one side of the street, from seller to seller. She knew her tenaciousness would pay off but also her presence.  Being western woman in such a place, off the tourist beat, she did not go unnoticed, curious, even dismissive at first, she had a hard time getting access to the behind the scenes books, but as she returned each day attitudes and word of the money she paid, she didn’t negotiate on price, spread and commerce won out over all objections.

Sharon dutifully sent what she found back right away.  She did not want to run the risk of having them fall into DOOM or Silkworm hands, her failing into their clutches was another story. Having killed a Silkworm she knew she was a target and in their mind a vulnerable one, given her age and experience, something they had in spades over her.

She had just about finished with the Appa Balwant Chowk, in Pune, when she came across a book, very old, not about yoga or dance or seduction but a diary of a group of women of wealth who met every week to talk business and discuss interests, both personal and of the day and times.  It encompassed 50 years, but more than that Sharon just from small snippets of reading had a sense it was more than that. She purchased it and left. Nothing in Bengaluru or Chennai had excited so much as this book. 

Sharon decided to treat herself to a meal at Malaka Spice, a popular but wonderful restaurant.  She sat at a table in the corner under a spreading palm having beaten the dinner crowd by about 15 minutes.  She ordered a gin and tonic and watched the place fill up as a line started to queue up.  She took a sip just as a waiter approached.

‘I’m very sorry miss but would you mind sharing a table with a single gentleman.  I can assure you he his of a very high standard,’ and made his eyes dart toward the queue of people so Sharon could see for herself.

She was not offended by the request, it was quite common, and she certainly wasn’t offended by the man, she gave her approval.

‘Thank you so much. Taj Acharya. A pleasure to meet you,’ he said offering his hand and Sharon took it.

He was tall, well built, very handsome, well dressed, polite and elegant in movement as he sat down.

He also turned out to an excellent dinner companion and the meal stretched longer than normal. He would in the Department of the Interior and a little in Finance as his MBA was in that area.

‘Yes, I’m hoping to move to New Delhi to a more senior position once I have enough experience at the state level,’ he explained.

Sharon told him about her MBA and they just seemed to go from there, talking and having a wonderful time until a slight commotion broke out as some vacant tables were cleared and taken away and a new one for two replaced it, a couple, a blonde and her much older companion taking it.

  

Sharon noticed Taj’s face change a little, a frown coming onto it. She put a hand up and turned it back to her.

‘You look better with a smile,’ she said and removed her hand, he flushing slightly.  ‘What has you so agitated?’

‘Lord and Lady Jennings. They were in the office today.  They still think it’s the days of The Raj, ordering people about here and there while they try and do deals with less than honest politicians and various appointed fools.’

‘Deals for what?’ Sharon asked not missing a chance for Intel.

‘He wants to buy land for a development, but he really wants is to by influence for other deals. Land in the mountains for mining, but with minimal inference and by that, I mean regulations.  He has the money and the pull having several people already in his pockets, but while that is going on, I think they are missing the bigger picture.’

‘I take it by that you’re referring to Lady Jennings?’ Sharon inquired.

‘Yes,’ he said, surprised as he looked at her, a look that soon changed to admiration.

‘Her grandfather, Sir Henry Lewis, was archeologist during The Raj and right up to Independence. 

Rather than enrich culture he seems to have rather vastly enriched himself and consequently his family by stealing, jewels, books, manuscripts anything of value.  So much so that he was able to by himself a peerage and with it, respectability, well at least in England, others know better.  I think she as they say is cut from the same cloth, she has cold calculating eyes.’

How do you know that,’ Sharon asked.

‘She was asking today about access, exclusive access to Rajgad Fort, Shanivar Wada and Pataleshwar Temple, says she wanted to finish notes her grandfather left unfinished when he was forced to flee.  Surprised her could walk at all with everything he stole from us,’ Taj added with disgust.

At this Sharon became very concerned!  The conversation was now serious, and Sharon turned her young eyes to Lady Jennings scanning everything she could then back to Taj.

‘She didn’t get it did she,’ Sharon said sounding causal.

‘No, not today, but she made a stink and I’m sure it will be granted sooner rather than later.  Probably looking to remove things her grandfather didn’t have time to take,’ he said.

‘Or find,’ Sharon added and looked at him concerned as he looked back in surprise. ‘We need to go and talk in another place.’

He agreed, she paid,  they left, getting a cab she took him to her hotel and her suite.  She could see he was nervous, and she knew once she told him things, he’d be even more so, but she also knew she had just the tonic to relax them both.

She methodically laid out everything, blowing her cover, what she was up to, what she had, she offered to give the originals, she just wanted copies and what she thought Lady Jennings was up to with the request and who possibly she was either one, employed by or two working for.  Taj was dumbfounded during her recitation, but he took it all in.

‘All I wanted was a place to eat dinner and then go home.  I thought, incredible, things like this never happen, a beautiful and as it turns out smart woman and a wonderful meal with her and then all this. I guess its true, no good deed goes unpunished,’ he said.

‘Do you really think I’m beautiful,’ Sharon added as she scooped up his hands in hers and pulled him from a chair opposite hers, she guiding his hands around her waist as she snaked her arms up and around his neck.

Their first kiss was soft and tentative, maybe a few seconds, the second, right after it was longer and perfect, like they had known each other for a time.

‘You’re not escaping my punishment tonight,’ she smiled and took him by the hand into the bedroom.

***

They enjoyed a wonderful night together, Sharon ensured the hotel cleaned and pressed his clothes for the morning, so he could go back to work and implement the plan they had come up with while she put her part into action.

It did not take long for her plan to come into play, speaking the language made a huge difference, people trusted her right away. Taj had recommended a lawyer friend of his and Sharon could tell instantly he was trustworthy. They got the legal ball rolling so to speak, but in India, that ball could be made to roll very slowly and that’s just what she had in mind.

***

‘All the documents have been filed, so now its just a waiting game on that end. I suspect my attorney will be contacting me in a few days time, no doubt about meeting Lord Jennings about the properties in mention. How did you make out?’ she asked Taj as they walked about a park near his work.

The paperwork for Lady Jennings visit was submitted this morning, but I suspect it will come back, one or two sections seemed to have not been filled out correctly or at all. Of course, once those are fixed, they will be submitted again, but perhaps at that point, maybe a page goes missing, so you have at least three days to get in and get what you want before she can be granted access,’ Taj said, and Sharon smiled.

‘Then there’s no time to waste, I’ll start tonight with Rajgad Fort.’

***

Sharon drove the 54 km to the base of the Fort that night.  She needed to be alone out of the way of prying tourist or officials’ eyes.  She parked the jeep in a depression in the road and out.  A flip of the hatch at the back and she had her equipment for the trek up the mountain side path, a headlamp and a belt she clipped around her hips that carried various items so may need, her final accessory was her snakeskin black body glove to mask her movements in the night.

Sharon began her trek up the path, her eyes and ears alert for any sound out of the ordinary. Her suit was bite proof, so poisonous snakes were not a worry, the constrictive variety were another story, but that chance was remote.  She paced herself as the well used path sloped upward toward her goal. A few more twists and turns and she was within the confines of the fort, the wall between two turrets coming into view, her goal. She reached he base and rested on a small wall as she gathered her thoughts and looked at the guide, she’d written for herself as to where the prize she was looking for was located. The clues from several books pointed the way forward and she moved on. 

Rajgad Fort was built with the treasure found on the adjacent Torna Fort. This was one of the favourite forts of Shivaji Maharaj and the resting place of his wife, his queen, Saibai, it was she that Sharon was interested in, not her grave, but a favourite place of hers, a hiding place, where she hid her dairy, an account of her public life but more importantly to Sharon, her private one.

The spy entered the turret on her right and picked her way over the stones from the collapsed third floor.  She knew the riddle off by heart:

 Half you seek is all and all , knowledge comes from what is small.

Push back the night, then the day.

The book you seek is on display.

Sharon cleared a few stones to make several straight paths within the rotunda, then pulled a tape measure from her belt and took measurements along the paths noting them in on a small pad of paper she also had brought along.

She had pondered this puzzle for a while when she it upon what she was sure the riddle was asking, gravity.  The Indian Mathematician Bhaskaracharya had theorized gravity 1200 years before Newton.  Since knowledge comes from what is small, gravity force that can be counteracted with small adjustments to building, such as in a cantilever, she was sure she had to calculate the centre of gravity for a semi circle, the half part of the first line of the riddle.

‘But exactly what half of the room?’ she asked herself.

Since in theory there could be infinite points to start from in a circle.  Sharon worked on the 12 lunar cycles of the Indian Calendar, meaning she needed to make twelve separate calculations at 30 degree intervals then take the smallest point along the axis as her fixed point for the next step in the puzzle.  

She got to work on the math.

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It took about an hour, but she soon had the exact, she hoped, point she needed.  The next part required a compass from her belt and a laser pointer.

‘I hope this was all worth it,’ she said as she walked over to wall facing the west and looked up.  She smiled and placed her hands against the only stone that the beam split exactly in half with the light and pushed it inward, her heart jumped in excitement, she had been right.  She repeated the task on the east wall and a few seconds later a stone fell to the floor and the prize was hers.

Sharon replaced everything but added her own special calling card, she knew it would be found, she wanted it to be.

‘The games bigger than just these books now,’ she said on her way out.

***

The book was safely transported to Nadira for translation and then into safe keeping in the Indian national Archive where it would be conveniently never seen again, an arrangement made through one of Nadira’s many contacts.

Sharon’s next target was Shaniwar Wada a fort built by Baji Rao.   The north facing fort was an indication of his ambitions against the Mughal Empire. The immensely strong gate of massive doors through which even elephants could pass. To prevent elephants from charging the gates, each pane of the gate consists of sharp steel spikes arranged in a grid at an approximate height of the forehead of an adult elephant.

It was these spikes that held the key to the next book, in fact one written and illustrated by Rao’s wife, Mastani, said be a highly skilled dancer she was very active in helping her husband govern his territory.

Several other texts alluded to more than that, but Rao seemed to have had a knack of weeding out his enemies and potential enemies before they could manage to unseat him from power, he also managed to have extraordinary anticipatory skill in battle, always defeating his enemies, seemingly knowing what they would do before they did it.

‘Behind every good woman,’ Sharon said as she prepared for her nighttime visit.

The first task was getting up to the spikes, 7 feet above her.  The orbs running up the middle of the door provide the climbing apparatus up.  Sharon nimbly made her way up, like spider moving in her web she reached the centre and adjusted her body for the procedure that Sharon believed was based on the favourite dance she did for her husband, one that demanded, grace, flexibility and strength.

The spy raised one leg up and parallel to her body up the wall placing her foot on one of the orbs. Her hands now reached for the first row of spikes and grasp them, they then moved forward to the second row and so on, her arms spreading wider as she elongated her body, her muscles kicking her to keep her firm, her supple body allowing her to replicate the move while her yoga focused her mind.

  

Sharon’s form displayed the body glove to perfection, her sinuous form mesmerizing as her muscles danced. She worked to the spikes she wanted, her form at full stretch and turned them until she heard a satisfying click.  Sharon moved to the next step, her body arrayed against the net of spikes as she worked. For the final position she arched over herself, her incredible strength, determination and flexibility defying gravity as she pulled up, over and back upon herself and turned the last two to a satisfying click and the sound of metal sliding against itself as an orb just above her head opened.  Sharon hung on with one hand while the other reached inside and closed around her prize.

She worked her way to the ground the concealed door having closed again as she turned the spikes back. The spy undid the bun she’d tied her hair in letting the tresses of her chestnut hair cascade about her shoulders with a shake.

‘Number two,’ she smiled.

***

Pataleshwar Temple was her last stop, again a night time encounter. Sharon stole into the shades against a pillar, the moonlight an artificial light mixing.  She slunk into the caves, away from the entrance and switched on her headlamp, adjusted to the setting she wanted and began scanning.  She found the outline within minutes.

Sharon took off her belt, unzipped her body glove, placed the lamp between her breasts on and stepped up the column base looking over her shoulder as she adjusted her body then evenly pressed against the rock and gently pushed and adjusted until she felt it give a little and swing open, then a little more until she slipped inside and the stone snapped back into place. The spy switched on her light and scanned.  A steep narrow staircase led down, Sharon, facing forward cautiously descended.

The light searched about as she made her way down to what appeared to be a small room with an inset shelf holding an ornate box made of sandalwood.  The spy opened it and smiled.  She reached into her body glove and pulled out a gift and left it behind has she ascended the steps and exited the temple.

‘A rewarding night and its still young,’ she smiled knowingly as she came back to her hotel room.

‘Quite a get up,’ Taj said as he saw the houndstooth skirt and white top she’d thrown on in the car to not cause alarm in the hotel lobby.

His arms when around her waist, a thrill enveloped Sharon as they kissed, he deftly releasing the catch on her skirt and unzipping it slowly as they squirmed in each others’ arms. Next came the buttons on the shirt and it was gone.  They stood looking at each other before Taj reached into her hair and undid her bun, he caressing her hair as it fell shaping it into place.

‘All the work for nothing,’ she said completely aroused. ‘We’re just going mess it up anyway.’

They kissed again as Sharon undid his belt and pants then his shirt, his smooth hard chest feeling the searing burn of her lips as she kissed about, he attacking the back of her neck as she gasped in delight swimming in the fact, she did not have to keep control like on a mission, all the passion, hunger and desire unleashed.

Taj maneuvered her about, she kissing him over her shoulder as he took the micro zipper of her body glove and slowly pulled it down, the sound ringing in Sharon’s ears as each tooth freed more of her until it stopped just above her paradise and Taj’s warm hand slipped inside and stroked her, Sharon dancing to the rhythm of his touch. 

‘Oh yes,’ she moaned. ‘Mmmm, you are so going to feel my, my, ooooohhhh,’ she moaned unable to complete the sentence as she climaxed, Taj wonderfully keeping it going longer than she expected, but enjoyed.

He removed her arms and pulled the suit down her back kissing all the way, Sharon dared hoping what would happen next and then having it.

His tongue worked inside her as the body glove was discarded, the moments distraction all he needed to penetrate her. Sharon caressed his hair as he worked, her breathing becoming shallower as she moaned and twisted her hips, his tongue swathing her clitoris in magic, the orgasm crash against her intensely, her body convulsing and writhing as she moaned and screamed in delight, lights exploding in her head as she gasped for air and heat flooded her figure.  Her legs, smooth and sexy and delightful slipped around him as she lowered herself to the floor Taj’s strong arms supporting her all the way as his tongue deliver the most scrumptious aftershocks, she had every had.  She tried to pulled him up but could not as his tongue found her sex again as she snapped her body about in in other climax that went on and on before he released her, she ravenously pulled him to her and they couple, her exceptional manhood, hard and quivering as she pulled him in tight. It only took three undulations of her hips to release him in glory, his long and passionate thrusting telling her all she needed to know, her skills prolonging his pleasure.

‘Oh no,’ Sharon smiled, as she rolled them over putting her on top. ‘You’re going nowhere, I still owe you,’ she honeyed and began slowly rocking him back to full alertness. ‘There that’s more like it,’ she cooed as he hardened, she gripped him in a new position as they moved together both having  wonderful orgasm before they rested and kissed and caressed each other.

The shower accommodated them both, the water caressing them as they clung to each other, an unhurried passion that when it happened was deep and moving for both.  Two final wonderful exploring joining’s in bed and they fell asleep in each others’ arms.

***

They had breakfast and each other in bed before discussing her triumph and what lay ahead.

‘Lady Jennings will get her approval on Monday,’ Taj said as he brushed her hair while Sharon sat at her vanity.

‘She’s in for a big surprise then and not the happy kind.  I suspect I have not seen the last of her or Lord Jennings, in fact I expect to be invited to meet them regarding his business, but I want that to happen after Lady Jennings has had the opportunity to be disappointed.  That should make things more interesting.’

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Wendy Hammond H.O.T. Agent - Spa Spy

Wendy Hammond H.O.T. Agent was following up after her encounter with Madam Lam. What she’d discovered from her inquiries and persuasive means was an organization called FAB (Fashion and Beauty). An all female agency run uncover of legitimate women’s spas.  She had been assigned to be there best customer.  Her next beauty treatment was Mrs. Anh’s Herbal Baths.

She was greeted and showed to a well appointed room where an autoclave steamed away in the corner.  Instructed to disrobe she was given hot towels to cover her, one for her hair the other, her body, she did as requested. 

She lay on the sandalwood floor and steamed until Mrs. Anh arrived.

A touch and a voice awaken her and not in a pleasant way.

‘My poison towel has several it’s purpose Miss Hammond. Its coated in tiny Prawn Shell fragments, invisible but effective against the skin, especially a steamed skin with its pours wide open.  I’ll just remove them, so we can move on to the Spa’s secret treatment exclusively for HOT agents, The Still Lotus.’

Mrs. Anh carefully removed the hair towel then gently rolled Wendy over on the table then back to free her from the other white towel.

‘There now with a press of a button we can begin,’ she smiled as the table started to disappear into the floor leaving Wendy behind.

Mrs. Anh rolled Wendy onto her back, so she could see her then she removed her garment and placed it on a chair next to a table with oils and various other scented concoctions.  

‘You do not disappoint Miss Hammond, impressive, that will make your death even more exciting.

 'You have a nasty habit of showing up in our areas of interest,’ she added.

Mrs. Anh’s body was extremely impressive, smooth, supple yet hard and dangerous and when added with her beauty she was the complete entity and a deadly one at that. 

She pulled Wendy up at the waist then lowered herself to face her.

‘I thought you and I might do a little yoga together, Vietnamese Style of course, only not the kind they teach in studio’s, a more exotic kind,’ Mrs. Anh said as she prepared Wendy’s legs and arms. 

The woman fed Wendy’s feet into parts of her legs as she sat in the Lotus Position.  She twinned her arms around the HOT agents Mrs. Anh’s hands resting on the sides of Wendy’s neck. The two were joined but still very much apart.

‘Done, now comes the fun part. The light pressure of my nails has your arms unable to escape mine, but they can move, the only dilemma is that movement in any direction pulls you into me, same for your legs, movement will cause them to slip into mine and become trapped in my Lotus.  Eventually Miss Hammond you will be pulled into my consuming embrace and crushed.  There is no escape, only death,’ she offered.

‘You may think I can’t possibly hold you, please maintain that illusion, it has been the death of many western agents in the past.  My body may not be as taut as western agents like theirs to be, displaying corded muscles as they move but I assure you its more than up to the task of finishing you Miss Hammond.  My skill is touch and the art of concealment.  My sinuous form lurks beneath the surface, masked in soft supple flowing lines of femininity on the exterior.  My strength is concealed beneath the surface, never appearing for show as you western girls like to do, but just as deadly when employed,’ Mrs. Anh explained, then added. ‘But you’ll begin to see a feel that in time, my drug should be wearing off soon.’

The two nude women faced each other, one in total command and confidence the other trying to portray those feelings as well and doing a good job. Wendy knew not to move, she also knew Mrs. Anh would be patient, very patient with her, she would have to be the same.

Mrs. Anh remained still her body poised to deliver her lethal art as it had time and time before as she reminded Wendy.

‘This is a personal favourite Miss Hammond, simple, elegant and sexy.  Two femme fatales facing each other, only one can win, but who? It’s not always the youngest, sexist, best body.  Most often it’s the experienced woman, her years of training and practical application of her talents far too much for the other.  After all Miss Hammond you to have to ask yourself. why has she been around so long, because she is that deadly. Are you such a woman, Miss Hammond?’

Wendy remained still, the fetching beauty of Mrs. Anh on full display in front of her, both women were aroused by the contact, Mrs. Anh small perfect nipples erect and hard matched Wendy’s slightly larger breasts.

Mrs. Anh patiently waited, her eyes fixed on Wendy, her nails lightly touching the neck of the HOT agent just enough to cut the neural pathways to her arms and render them useless. Wendy looked back into her captors eyes the room silent. The Spa Siren knew her prey would have to move eventually, time was the factor.  The victim was only just held in the Lotus, but it was the angle their legs and arms were placed at in the starting position that would force the motion.  Mrs. Anh knew Wendy, no matter how talented and fit she was would spasm eventually to begin the process.  She waited and listened with her body for that moment.

‘You are well disciplined Miss Hammond, your body is not just for show, but you will move eventually, just a touch is all that’s needed to begin your envelopment.  Its been two hours so far, keep it up please, I’m enjoying this session.’

Wendy did keep it up, she hoped to frustrate the woman into a mistake.  She remained still and calm for another couple of hours until she twitched just a hair from a muscle readjustment.  Mrs. Anh pulled in just a touch, a cool piece of Wendy’s smooth skin covered over.

‘Excellent start Miss Hammond, your wall of defiance has been breeched.’

There was stillness for a time, then the HOT agent spasmed.  Wendy felt her feet slip inside the knot up to her ankles while her arms advanced as well, Mrs. Anh gliding a nail across her neck into place against a new nerve ending.

‘I told you my dear, quite a deadly predicament,’ Mrs. Anh smiled.

Wendy stilled again but this time with a little more of her captured.  Mrs. Anh now had two nails, one from each hand at the base of her neck, the others on the sides, her touch so light but so effective.

‘Still Miss Hammond, excellent, you HOT girls are marvellously trained, that just makes it even more exciting.  I can feel you wanting to move, part of the discipline is using your body to sense the others.  Your willpower is impressive, but you are close to just the slightest tremor, yes.’

Mrs. Anh pulled in. Wendy’s legs disappeared to the mid calf.  Her arms were now slightly bent back at the elbow.

‘We come closer together Miss Hammond.  My knit is becoming a little more invasive,’ she smiled.

Wendy had a better feel for Mrs. Anh’s body as she got closer, it was as impressive as she had thought, strong, supple, sinuous, sexy and beautiful, she felt her deceptive power and touch, her perfect placement and its effective results.

The HOT agent quivered her opponent contracted bending Wendy’s arms up and back as her legs disappeared to the knee.

‘We get closer Miss Hammond, closer physically and closer to your demise,’ Mrs. Anh honeyed.

The spy was being compressed quicker now, her body being worked in a little more every minute or so. No matter how hard she tried to resist she moved, and Mrs. Anh took more of her in.  Soon she released her nails for Wendy’s neck.

‘No need for that any longer Miss Hammond, your arms are entangled in mine, you can’t escape,’ she smiled even as Wendy moved again and then embrace crushed inward time and again.

The Hot agent was entangled in the Lotus fully now.  Mrs. Anh’s arms had themselves into hers in a warren of bends and sealed them behind her neck and shoulders. Her legs lost in the Lotus. 

‘Now my dear, a most intimate death, pull me in, I’m quite intoxicating,’ Mrs. Anh said putting one of her cheeks against the HOT agents.

Wendy was aroused, she knew it was part of the trap, she resisted as best she could, but entangled as far as she was it was useless, Mrs. Anh was too alluring, she moved, and their cheeks brushed.

‘Don’t be ashamed Miss Hammond, its natural and under different circumstances, well perhaps its best just to imagine that,’ Mrs. Anh whispered in her ear then moved past it as the HOT agent twitched.

Pinched in again and again Mrs. Anh delivered Wendy into pain.  The HOT agent was tight and getting tighter by the minute, her young body devoured in the women’s lethal yoga.  Wendy managed a kiss and a tongue inside Mrs. Anh’s ear, her offering received with pleasure as were the small nips to her neck before her offerings pulled in chin and head tight to the shoulder of the woman.

‘Yes, it would have been nice,’ Mrs. Anh purred.

What was pleasure for one was torment for the other as the Lotus began taking its toll on the Hot agent.

The two lethal ladies were pressed closer together. Wendy in agony moved all the time further punishing her as Mrs. Anh closed tighter about her, the ancient technique providing its deadly embrace to the HOT agent.

Mrs. Anh contracted constantly now, her victim lost in the body knot as so many others.  She knew it would only be a few more minutes at most that she could enjoy the soft form of the HOT agent against hers, feel her heat and smell her delicious scent before she would be finished.

Wendy got weaker, as did her struggling sounds until they started to fade away, another small contraction and it would be over. 

A final squeeze and it ended as Wendy fell free into a lump beside Mrs. Anh, both still.  Wendy had almost no feeling in her body, she just lay still panting and moaning hoping she could arouse some feeling in her form, she knew Mrs. Anh could not.

Eventually she had enough energy to stretch out her form and look at her opponent for several minutes, then several minutes after that enough power to roll away and then back to her opponent, her lips against Mrs. Anh’s ear.

‘Just as the bee pollinates the plant so it can sting it as well Mrs. Anh. My touches to your ear and neck, while delightful, served a purpose, as did my rather hard nipples.  In combination they caused a short circuit in your nerve endings, temporarily stopping the signals to your muscles and turning them to mush allowing me to escape your lethal embrace.  I’ll be fine in a few minutes, you however have several hours of stillness remaining, long enough for me to get away,’ Wendy smiled.

It took the spy a while to find her feet and just as long to dress. Still was still no where near 100% when she knelt beside Mrs. Anh.

‘Goodbye for now Mrs. Anh,’ she said and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. ‘Yes, you were right, it would have been nice.’

More Hotel Trident

She entered the room silently as only an experienced agent could then remove her clothes in a similar manner then took her position and waited.

He stepped into the room and she struck, a quick bite before she released tripped him, entangling as they feel and bit again before he could dislodge.  She rolled back toward her for wrapping him as she went and bit a third time, he dislodged her again, she came a crouching position, crawled over to him and smiled as he slowed.

‘The Vietnamese Kissing Prawn COIL agent. Welcome to Hotel Trident, I’m Bui Thanh, Manager of Customer Relations.  Normally I’d assign a maid or servant staff to finish you, but you being a special guest with a bit of a reputation as a hard man to pin down I thought this needed a more senior approach.’

Bui smiled and gave him a soft kiss as he quivered.  She was beautiful, fit and smelled wonderful.

‘I thought about many ways to take you but settled on this. I can see it was the right choice. Precise nips to your flaccid organ ensure it stays that way thus avoid penetration into me and capture on that deadly spindle of yours, but it also starts a reaction in your physiology. Eat sweet bit induces a little more of your body to shut down, first of course your main weapon, soft and helpless,’ she said she straddled him.

‘I could sway and tilt and grind away and well as you can see nothing, same if I was to coddle him,’ she smiled, kissed him and lowered her head.

‘You see nothing, that was the first bite. The second weakened your legs so you couldn’t sand and the third your arms which brings us to the present,’ she said stretching out on him.  ‘You can still feel me, my naked, hot body worming against yours, my nipples teasingly rubbing against you and of course my lips as they kiss you,’ she said then took him.

‘Mmm, very pleasant, but to business.  We have a strict checkout time here at the hotel sir, so I should begin processing this room for vacancy,’ she mused. 

Bui gave him a light kiss then pressed her body tight to his, snaking her legs around his and her arms around his neck and slightly twisted her lower and upper halves in opposite directions.

‘Bites can take different forms, sometimes my mouth, sometimes my nails and in this instance my body, really my deadliest weapon as you can tell. These soft touches and turns deepen your immobility, subtle but in very effective I’ve even done this during sex, its quite thrilling for one of us. Full service for our COIL VIP’s,’ she added then rolled them onto their sides and arched forward and back bowing and compressing him while she added nips about his ears. 

‘Just another turn COIL agent in our effort to bring you full 360 degree service,’ Bui mused as she rolled then again to her back with him on top. 

Bui raised her knees and arched him up into a bow pulling him over her.  A slight flex and she lowered him back and then repeated the process, lowered then bent them into a sitting position her cheek coming to rest against his.

‘There that was our second session, no pain in fact no feeling at all anymore,’ Bui hissed as she released his limp body and rolled onto his back to whisper in his ear.

‘Now we can get a little more intimate,’ she breathed nipping the back of his neck. ‘Just part of the process, but still wonderful, you have a great body, but I have a deadly one.’

Bui nibbled down his back, her touch stirring him but he unable to react no matter how hard he tried, was driving him mad. Down his back and shoulders Bui went, precision touches, her sweet smelling and smooth supple body doing as much damage as her mouth.

‘A woman can damage with every part body,’ Bui breathed as she slithered and snaked her form down his, the COIL agent’s legs subjected to a thorough kiss her final bites applied with searing perfection, she smiled and rolled him over.

‘Usually men and on occasion women have a much more enthusiastic response to my touch, but under the circumstances I won’t take offense.

Bui straddled up his body and kissed him her small wonderful erect breasts just inches from his mouth.

‘So close and yet you can do nothing,’ Bui smiled as she lowered them to his lips. ‘Not even a taste, wise choice, my nipples could be poisoned, I’ve been known to use that tactic, but under different circumstances.’

Bui pulled her head down and kissed him.

‘Now COIL agent this spider needs to bite,’ she said and began.

Bui twisted her supple warm body into his stretching him in ways only her feminine form was meant to pursue. 

‘You bend well a tribute to your training, but of course that has its disadvantages as well. You’re much easier to bite.’

Bui snaked him from position to position, extending him and kissing him, her body seamlessly turning and moving as she flowed around him, clinging and striking then relaxing her skilled technique like flowing water and still oil her body painting a deviously deadly masterpiece on his.

‘Now COIL Agent, one final and for both of us pleasurable end.  My victory is sealed once my lips lock around your prong. The final bite ironically releases your paralysis but locked inside my knot you have to avoid cumming or die, shall we begin,’ she sexily explained then closed her lips around his member that swelled instantly to full potential.

Bui released and began dressing just a minute later.