The spy knew the girls were trained in these places, it provided them with all the skills they would need and gave a ready supply of clientele to practice on. Sometimes practice became the game for the girls, the Madam, former assassins themselves using their old contacts to make money by eliminating targets. This next establishment had a reputation for it and a company FORCE wished to protect had lost a top executive, his last known location, was where Pushpa now entered.
‘This is one of the classier places,’ she thought as an older lady came forward to greet her. The room was she was in was simply a greeting room or more specifically a holding pen for the prospective client. A place he or she could be checked out to ensure they were not a threat and perhaps just as important, to arrange payment before you saw the merchandise, special requests or clientele indulgences adding to the final amount, all paid in cash of course, drinks or food could be charged. Off one wing was a door that led to rooms, once arrangements had been made, off the other a lounge or bar where the classier more experienced girls were. You only got in there if the Madam approved and that meant money. This room contained what would be called the house girls, little skill but useful for money making on slow nights with cheap clients. They all sat only what looked like several old church pews under a large mirror that helped reflect the low light in the room.
‘How may I make you happy tonight Miss?’ a beautiful order woman said.
Pushpa removed a large sum from her clutch and put it in the woman’s hands.
‘I’m looking for a young lady; I hope that can be arranged, but of course, I’d like to pick her out, if that is possible?’ the FORCE agent replied.
‘Of course, if you will come with me I’m sure you will be more than satisfied with the choice available,’ the woman smiled and motion with her hand for Pushpa to move through a beaded door to the inner sanctum, otherwise known as the lounge.
The room was lined with young charges, Pushpa picked out the girl she wanted, she could tell she was the one. The spy was about to lead her away to a private room and death when the madam interrupted and gave her a new partner explaining the girl was new and didn’t know she had another appointment in a little while.
Pushpa smiled, didn’t object and took the hand of another girl. She stopped and kissed the other girl goodbye, implanting a tracker on her sarong. ‘See you later, ‘she thought as her new partner lead the way to their room.
The agent undressed, her clothes neatly hung in a cabinet. A classic Indian beauty, Pushpa displayed herself then directed the girl into her arms for a few light kisses before she lowered herself to a soft mat indicating she wished to start with the famous massage she’d heard so much about. Her partner was more than willing to comply with her client’s wishes.
The Indian woman enjoyed the massage; her body needed it after the workouts she’d been up to over the last several nights. Pushpa took the kisses offered, her tongue showing the girl she was experienced. The massage stopped and a full light body press, delicate and warming. They kissed hungrily then a sudden thrust and the FORCE spy was caught.
‘Lady Boy!’ Pushpa exhaled as he thrust fully into her ass and twisted his limbs into hers securing her fully.
‘Bangkok Stinging Butterfly,’ he offered. ‘Chakan is my name. You came one night too many Miss Pushpa so we arranged to make this your last.’
* * * * * * * * *
The girl Pushpa was forced to leave behind was given her assignment, a Chinese business woman, in her mid-thirties, very attractive, well put together, excellent figure, her name was Fan Li.
Fan took her time undressing; she reached under her shirt, undid her bra and let it fall to the floor with a smile. The girl, Ploy, could see her breasts, small and round still bugled the white shirt. She removed her white pumps and placed them neatly with her other clothes. Ploy slipped into her arms and they kissed, the Chinese woman working her mouth about, her hands undid Ploy’s sarong and it fell between them. Fan released her mouth and led her companion to the bed. They never made it! Ploy corkscrew herself gymnastically about Fan her ancient art quick and effective and deadly, her nimble form shadow dancing on the walls against the surging form of Fan Li until they merged into once still form.
‘Now we play Miss Li, to death. A mutual friend of my Madam wants to take over the company you work for, only you stand in the way, but not for long. My talents are varied, as a hostess, but I’m also training to be an assassin. Your background suggests you may know about us, so maybe not a surprise, you have contacts in several government agencies.’
‘Yes, a shadowy art,’ Fan said.
‘You will be my last training assignment, a reason to celebrate. Fan wormed as Ploy adjusted, her limbs curling and snaking about the Chinese female as she finalized her position, the two women stomach to stomach facing each other.
‘Thai Tensing Totem, Miss Li, a specialty of the house, just like having a python wrapped around you. Slowly I will draw inward, my knot, crushing your form over time, until you’re constricted to death. You have a fit body so you can resist which makes it more fun,’ Ploy said as she kissed Fan Li.
Fan kissed back, her lips tongue tying the girl with their skill, hoping it would buy her some time.
Ploy gripped her like a soft steel sponge as they stood. They were both soon wet from the contact and the heat, Fan’s silk shirt clinging to her body in dampness. Fan could not dislodge her as the Thai girl constricted over the hours.
‘You’re body helpless Miss Li, yet you will not fall.’
‘Death awaits me if I do, I know that much girl’
‘You are full of surprises Miss Li, but so am I. Perhaps something else is needed.’
Ploy relaxed and undid Fan’s shirt and removed it before applying a new knot the woman far too tired to escape.
‘Thai Brush Miss Li, most relaxing, I will massage you to the floor then kill you with a Thai Striking Scorpion,’ Ploy hissed as she began
Fan could feel the rub, her legs, her best asset were attacked fully.
‘Ahh, eeehhh,’ Fan moaned as she tried to twitch any part of her body free from the acupressure touch of Ploy. The deadly rubdown’s partner was a constant compression of her body, Ploy’s hungry form activated against hers, stimulating her body as it spasmed against the opponent. Ploy smiled as her prey moaned pleasurably.
‘An orgasm or two is common Miss, my touch is highly arousing, of course I contract more when you climax,’ Ploy said and kissed her cheek.
Fan Li quivered, the girl was hard and smooth and supple and sexy and snakelike, an arousing package she in spite of the diabolical nature of her could not resist. She stilled then came again, uncontrollable and wild she used it to buck and twist Ploy about. She nearly had her, one leg raised up, then Ploy bit and held. Escape faded as did the orgasm and the two gently fell to the soft mat. The Chinese woman dazed from the pleasure and then something else, she felt Ploy moving and freeing her but she could seemingly not take advantage no matter how hard she tried to move her body, the frustration ended with the woman writhing and in stretched position her body being bowed back upon itself.
‘My Stretched Vine is the end for you Miss Li, enjoy, I know I shall,’ Ploy honey as she pulled in.
* * * * * * * * *
The FORCE spy tried quickly to tuck and roll forward but she was a faction to slow or he a fraction to quick. Instead she got caught in an arched pose, her ass up and opened further. Her arms were entangled behind her back in his and his legs neatly snaked around hers. He pushed in totally his prong long and hard and effective, Pushpa was spindled and held while he worked his tool about, plunging thrusts coming every few minutes that jerked her body causing it to wiggle and deepening her predicament.
Pushpa strained and arched to her fullest feminine force, she knew how The Bangkok Stinging Butterfly worked, the female variant killed with nerve touches from the attacker’s nails and small held sexual bites applied to specific spots, the male variant employed the same bites but the main weapon was the male’s prong. The appendage fully imbedded acted as the stinger slowly paralyzing the victim with thrusts until it shut down, the victim was literally stung to death.
‘He’s long I can’t wedge myself free no matter how hard I pry. But he’s not thick, thank goodness, it means I have a chance,’ she thought.
His lack of girth meant the Indian was free to dance her body against his. A thick stem would have speared in tight not allowing any movement.
‘It also means multiple more spears for me but time to try and escape as well,’ she added.
He closed firmly about her, not tightly, but warmly like two lovers in an embrace.
‘You are a beautiful woman with an appropriate name for such a death, Pushpa, ‘he said firing his hips into her.
The jerked agent trembled from the motion as she swayed against him. Pushpa turned her head on its side and looked at him, her eyes sparkling and sending him messages. Her scent and motion tensed him more than usual. Her tongue curled just enough to catch his cheek. She pulled her head up running the tip of her tongue on the outside of his lips, her hot breath and wet touch pulling his mouth in a siren call to hers.
Chakan kissed her, his smooth body wonderful against hers and effective. He slipped off her lips, lightly bit and held the side of her neck and thrust several times. Pushpa gasped and squirmed then stilled, he switched sides and repeated, his jackhammer penetrating her and delivering a small tingling to her toes. She was still recovering as he rolled them onto their left sides. She could not keep him on her lips, he bit tenderly on her shoulder blade and stung her with ramming jabs as she tensed and giggled, her breasts quivering firmly. A slow reversal to the other side and the spy was bitten and jolted repeatedly, her lovely form helpless in his clasp.
He lost none of his turgor when she was turned once more, this time on top of him, gravity and his knot forcing her down. She twisted and slithered, turning and rasping his cock inside her, tensing and relaxing then tensing and holding. She could feel his pulsating python, the quaking of his obelisk against her. Pushpa arched her pliant form up, her strength freeing his wand from her a little. She knew she could never pull free, that was not her intention. The space between their entwined bodies allowed her more freedom of movement. She clenched his shaft higher up in a more sensitive area. Her head fell back so she could watch him, her dark luxuriant hair cascading down giving her an even sexier allure that he was drawn to. As their lips met Pushpa slowing churned her ass, her motion most effective as she could tell. He tried to break away, but her grip was tight and firm on this shaft, not even multiple thrusting could imbed him in. She broke off the kissing. Nipped a few touches and said.
‘Your snake seems to be immobilized Chakan, my coil about it stronger than your powerful bursts to escape it.’
The FORCE spy roiled her cheeks sharply left then right, his stem quivering inside her. She kissed him quickly and continued.
‘I can feel your throbbing piston respond, you rev up quickly,’ she said agitating him again as her hips snaked side to side and her tongue danced attendance on his. Pushpa’s body was well trained in Yogic Sexual Arts, especially the hidden and femininely lethal aspects of the Kama Sutra. She danced and swayed, a poised cobra ready to strike, her taut, supremely sculpted form, burnished in the heat and effort, her scent overpowering and alluring all combined to conspire against him. A sudden twist catapulted him into orgasm. She relaxed and he slid in fully, her ass wrenching his hips as he pumped and propelled into her his fluid sloshing free and into her in mammoth geysers. Her skilled womanly talents twisted him a few times at the end, pulling more from him when he seemed spent. She rose up and down in a slow swirl of motion.
‘That sounded very enjoyable for one of us and most beneficial for one of us. Oh, don’t try and pull down or thrust, you’ve lubricated me far too much to be effective in that area. I on the other can be quite adhering given my range of motion. No, you’re only hope Chakan is to dry me out and sting me tight. Pity you were so close to having me,’ she honeyed as she kissed him.
‘I think it’s time we try a new position you’ve got no friction inside me and I prefer a tight fit. Let’ see if I can provide a more stimulating grip,’ the Indian spy soothed.
Her yoga served her well, Pushpa slithered about him slowly reversing her herself until her lethal lips found and swam about his steel pole.
Pushpa rose and fell and twisted, his cock slipped about, she gripped it at various places, administering small contractions and subtle turns. He pulsed wildly inside her as she slithered up his rod and back down in sparking swirls.
‘Cum my lover, you’re trapped in my spell and only I can release you,’ she whispered hotly to him and he did as commanded.
She rammed down, rocking him totally; her arms slowly entangling his then as she returned the favour tying his helplessly into hers. His pleasure went on for a while, a few well measured jerks from her extinguished the last of his fluid into her. Pushpa felt him gasping for air, she let him rest while she probed and waited.
‘Your tired lover and you’re flaccid in my mouth, a mistake,’ she hissed as her lips pulled up and free of his wand.
The spy had tied him to her in such a way that her nails were against the sides of his neck. She fingered them in place and pushed. Her body moved slowly up his as she bent her well trained form and he, immobilized by her nerve touch could not respond.
‘I think it’s time we call it a night Chakan. It seems only fair since you tried to kill me with my ass I return the favour. This is something I got from an ancient text a friend of mine came across in Sri Lanka. It was used by a woman named Mamatha. She called it The Frog’s Kiss. Her record was perfect with it so will be mine.’
Pushpa lowered her ass over his face, relaxing she enveloped him completely before slowly tensing to seal his fate; he could not dislodge her from on top off him. After a few minutes she released his arms, seized his legs and leaned back applying further pressure as he faded. Her final act a sideways snap of her hips finished him. She relaxed and discarded him then dressed.
Pushpa opened the door tentatively just enough to warrant one: a reaction from the outside and two: the ability to see if her way was clear, it was. The spy padded into the hallway, her pumps in one hand so as to not make a sound on the wood floor. In her other hand her open compact, a touch of the mirror/screen had turned on the GPS for the tracker she had placed on Ploy earlier, see moved bring the flashing red light of the tracking device closer to the centre of the screen. She stopped just a few doors down, closed and put the device back in her clutch and removed in its place the inside of her mascara applicator that she deftly slipped into the keyhole of the door. A second she turned the handle, the acid in her covert applicator having dissolved the lock and leapt inside her eyes scanning, locating and targeting Ploy. The lissome lovely tucked and side rolled across the floor skillfully shifting a shoe to each hand heel points out that pressed against the sides of Ploy’s neck. The speed of the attack giving the Thai deadly no time to uncouple from Fan and escape, she went limp instantly as a gasping Fan Li escaped the entanglement just in time to see two small needles retract back into the points of Pushpa’s heels.
‘What organization are you with?’ the FORCE spy demanded as her hand closed around Fan Li’s throat.
‘Hai Fong Trading and Securities,’ she answered in panic.
‘You don’t have time for cover stories, not if you want to have a chance of getting out of here alive,’ Pushpa answered back her voce low, her eyes indicating Fan better to the same.
‘She’d tried to kill me to help a rival take over the company I work for, I was against it and was in Bangkok seeking to raise capital to fend it off,’ Fan whispered.
‘Raising capital in a brothel? Something like two’s company, three’s crowdsourcing,’ the spy replied, gave Fan a close look then released her grip. ‘I’m going to go with the rule of my enemies’ enemy for the short term. If they were trying to kill you, then you must be ok from my perspective. We need to get out of here and fast, can you fight?’
‘A little,’ came to tentative answered.
‘From the brief flash I saw I think you may be understating your skill, for both our sakes I hope so. Get dressed quickly and quietly, but don’t put your heels on, carry them,’ Pushpa instructed grabbing the woman’s clutch and emptying it on the mat, before getting her own from the door. She looked over the contents, kept a business card that she tucked into her top then opened her own clutch, set aside a few things then dumped the contents into the pile with Fan’s. She opened a vial and dumped it on top, there a small crackling sound then just a low faint hiss as everything dissolved. Fan looked on in shock as she buttoned up her top.
‘No, no, keep it untucked for movement,’ the spy said.
‘That was all my ID and money and credit cards, not to mention my passport,’ Fan said her voice low but sharp and shocked.
‘Easily replaced,’ was all Pushpa offered then touched her arm and moved to the door, Fan right behind her.
‘Ok listen,’ Pushpa said. ‘Put your hands inside your pumps like this’ she continued demonstrating for Fan as her hands slipped inside towards the toe of the show, fingers first. ‘Use the heels as the striking points, try and hit nerve endings or muscles when you strike, a good strike with disable, then finish quick with a kick or punch to the head or better a strike to the throat. Keep them at arm’s length, for reasons you’ve already experience, stick right with me, back to back, side by side. These,’ Pushpa said, her eyes glancing down to what she held in one hand. ‘Will help us, this is a concussion grenade, when we get there its gets tossed in the bar where we each went to pick our partner earlier, that will take care of them, you activate it like this. This is a flash grenade, once we get to the entrance it gets tossed inside just as we leave and finally this, a smoke grenade, just at the end of this hallway I’ll set it off, that will take care of all the ones behind us. Slip your shoes on the minute we get outside and starting running with me, understand?’
‘Yes, but how will we set these off with our shoes on our hands, where will he carry them?’ Fan Li asked, ignoring the other question of what kind or type of woman this was who had a Perfume atomizer, a lipstick case and a compact disguised as weapons.
‘Like this,’ came the response as Pushpa did up her jet-black hair into a semi ornate bun design, then quickly did the same for Fan sliding one weapon into Fan’s bun and the other into hers, she kept the smoke grenade in her hand. ‘Ready,’ she added and not waiting for Fan to acknowledge moved into the hall and silently made their way down it. As luck would have it or maybe not so, they’d both been placed near the end of the hallway so it was a long cautious walk. Then met no one along the way, just muffled sounds behind doors. Pushpa stopped turned about and twisted the clasp of the smoke grenade/compact, bend down and slid it alone the smooth bamboo floor back up the hall where it activated, smoke beginning to stream out of it.
There was no time for subtleties at this point; as smoke poured out and the hallways filled they burst into the main lobby as doors behind them in the hallway began to open. Pushpa and Fan could see the Madam look up at them along with several girls who moved to the fore.
Pushpa did not wait, she stepped forward leaning on her left leg and jumped into the air contorting her body over itself in a forward flying hands free cartwheel. With her momentum she easily closed the ground on the girl, her right leg extended she crashed it down on the collarbone of the girl, the ferocity of the blow knocking her legs from beneath her she lay sprawled at her feet. Pushpa gave her a stinging rap with the flat of her foot to the pussy finishing the job as her victim curled up in pain. If the spy had any concern that her partner might freeze up, that was quickly cast adrift as a shadow passed by her as she landed.
Fan Li had used Pushpa’s attack as the distraction she needed for her opponent. While the girl naturally watched the lissome Indian lovely Fan, side rolled toward the girl and gave two sharp stabs with her heels to the bottom of the kneecaps of the girl who double over in pain only to be met by two more jabs to the sides of her neck, she collapsed forward to the floor as Fan drove a sharp pointed elbow into the back of her neck, she also stilled instantly.
Both women came to their feet side by side, each launching front side kicks to two more assailants sending them crashing against a large mirror that shattered from the force of the bodies. Again, the result was the same neither girl moved. Smoke began to fill the room.
Pushpa’s eagle eyes caught the Madam coming at them from behind her, she glanced at Fan, made a motion with the head, Fan nodded and in a nanosecond her arms were cupped into her Indian partners and she was being twisted around and into the air. In that time, she had transferred one of her shoes to her foot, reached into her hair bun, extracted the perfume atomizer deftly activated it and launched it into the air watching it sail into the bar area. The resulting thunderclap knocked pictures off walls, shock chairs, sent the light fixtures swaying and created an explosion of drinking glasses in the lounge that disoriented and damaged everything in that area and outside of it, but not the two expecting it. The blast neatly coincided with Fan Li’s foot connecting with the Madam’s sending her spinning toward the door, barging it out and her falling into the street. Fan landed on her shoeless foot and neatly slipped on her other shoe. Pushpa stung the one remaining girl up and down her body with her heel points until she stilled and fell forward rigid to the floor, she joined Fan at the door heels back where they belonged. Reaching into her hair she activated the flash grenade. The shadows of the two escapees visible as they hurried to the corner then down an alley hand in hand.
‘There are two behind us and gaining!’ Fan said as they turned another corner and could see a well illuminated main street up ahead.
‘Too far,’ each of them seemed to think at the same time as they looked at each other then stopped and turned.
‘Why stop now!’ Pushpa said with a smile which Fan returned.
The FORCE agent ducked a front crescent kick, spun round in a crouch, one leg snapping straight out and taking out the two pins of the woman, sending her up in the air then to the pavement on her back. Pushpa let the momentum carry her around, her body sweeping upward to its full height before she left her feet and dropped, the heel of her shoe cracking against and crushing the larynx of the woman who made a show gurgling sound and a few furtive head movements before she was still, Pushpa rolled back, pressed off with her hands, back flipped and landed on her feet.
Her eyes flashed about and focused in a Fan’s fight with the last of their pursuers. The Thai girl was using a modified Thai Boxing technique keeping Fan Li from getting close in while she attempted to hit short sharp strikes and kicks. The style meant that Fan could not back off and regroup as the girl was constantly moving forward. Pushpa tensed and readied to enter the fray to aid the woman.
Fan Li didn’t need the help, she carefully measured her attacker, blocking kicks and short punches as they came at her, a masterful display of martial artistry, then she let her opponent have one blow that she made more of than she needed to. Fan stumbled back several steps and looked hurt, just as she had anticipated the Thai girl took several steps and launched into the air her left leg, bent at the knee and pointed straight at Fan’s head was speedily getting closer.
The FORCE agent watched the economy of motion as Fan Li lithely turned her torso sideways and watched the girl sail past her with just inches between them. The Chinese woman delivered a sharp rap with her right fist to the kidney of the woman then circled her left calf around the girl’s lower leg locking it in place with her other leg as Fan twisted her whole body in midair and landed on her ass with the girl landing in front of her on her back, her other leg now caught as well. She looked at Fan just as the woman pushed one leg forward and turned the other filling the air with the unmistakable sounds of bones breaking. She was on her feet and at Pushpa’s side seconds later. A few backward glances told them they had dealt with the last of their pursuers as they moved along the alley.
‘We’ll be fine now,’ Pushpa said slowing her gate to a walk.
‘You did not learn those talents or have those gadgets by accident Miss Advani, you are more than meets the eye in many ways,’ Fan Li said shaking the woman’s hand.
‘I could say the same about Miss Li. One does not survive as long as you did against one these Siamese Serpents without a little inside knowledge,’ Pushpa said, one eyebrow raised.
‘Do you like Jasmine Tea, Miss Advani? Because I know an excellent place where we won’t be disturbed.’
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