Hotel Trident 3

‘Darlene Fleming. I believe you have a reservation under my name.’

The Front Desk woman looked her over and smiled before registering her and handing her the
passcard and sent a porter to get her luggage. 

‘She just checked in, as described, but that does not do her justice, she’s extremely impressive,
especially her legs. Please call when the room is ready to be made up again,’ she smiled and
hung up the phone. 

Darlene made her way to her room, her bags would follow.  The CURVE Agent’s stay at the
Blue Crystal, a TRIDENT Hotel would be a short one if management had anything to say about
it. 

Darlene barely had time to survey the room, putting down her clutch on the hall table by the
door to respond to the knock which she presumed would be her luggage.

A beautiful young woman appeared before her and made a deep bow, the end of which she
quickly reached  into her hair removing her ornate hair piece. She snapped up to attention, arm

extended, the

pin fitted into her hand.  Darlene bent backwards as the woman pushed a button flipping open a
knife blade on the jewelry, the sharp edge slicing off the two buttons of her jacket.  The spy
extended her fluid motion into a backwards walkover, one heeled leg then the other connecting
with the woman and driving her backwards. 

'Interesting way to deliver my luggage, the staff in this establishment need additional training,’
Darlene said as she removed her jacket revealing her firm breasts inside a strapless bra.

The TRIDENT Agent undaunted from her initial failure came forward into the room closing the
door. 

‘A nice move, but we at Hotel TRIDENT will not rest until we have delivered the best service
for our clientele,’ the woman responded while maneuvering the hairpin in front of her in quick
darting and majestic sweeping gestures.  Darlene held her ground, her feet apart but parallel,
her stance forward and attack ready.  

The air was suddenly cut with the slicing of the blade, every stroke a masterful display of the
woman’s martial arts training. Darlene cut and dodged the thrusts watching the artistry to obtain
a pattern from the style. When the blade sliced across her mid section cutting the waistband of
her skirt and sending it downward around her ankles. The TRIDENT Agent seeking and
advantage moved to the side trying to get the FORCE Agent to turn and entangle her ankles
in the fabric. Instead Darlene  again exhibited her gymnastic talents, this time launching into a
front walkover sending the fabric off her legs and toward her assailant. The woman raised her
free hand to collect and toss aside the garment just as Darlene had hoped, as she landed the
CURVE Agent reached out and grasped the woman’s wrist and twisted pulling the weapon into
an inert position.  She struck with her other but her punch was blocked then the TRIDENT
Agent countered and that was blocked then a whirlwind of punches and counters each woman
unable to penetrate the others defences until Darlene delivered and inside Crescent Kick to the
TRIDENT Agent’s head that snapped her back. The spy spun about on the heel point of her
other pump while the other heel skewarded  the handle of the hairpin, her momentum carried
her around like a top her free leg snapping about to deliver another blow to the woman while
her heel point twisted the weapon from her hand and sent it skittering away into the room.  

‘You move well for a big woman,’ came the derogatory remark and matching smile.  

‘I prefer to think I move well period, at least that’s what I’ve been told,’ Darlene answered.  

They two sexy females circled each other, each studying their prey looking for a weakness and
an opening to exploit.  The TRIDENT Agent rushed in, her speed poise and skill all on display
and normally that would have been enough, she killed both male and female agents with the
skills, but Darlene was more than equal to the task and caught her again with a hard strike to
the stomach before grabbing her sarong and tossing her across and into the room.  

To her credit the TRIDENT Agent was on her feet and ready, a smile forming on her face as
they once again circled each other in front of the large picture window that gave a spectacular
view of the ocean. She made a few faints then her finger touched the red jewel in her necklace.  

What Darlene had not noticed were the two very distinctive curtain finials behind her.

A myriad of nozzles ignited from each finial each streaming a fine gossamer thread directly
onto Darlene, the TRIDENT Agent directing the flow, direction and height of the strands with
finger manipulations of the three flower patterns on her necklace, her fingers dancing among
the petals as if she was playing a musical instrument. Darlene tried to move by the filaments
were instantly sticky and binding as they caught her and held firm to her semi nude form.    

‘You see Miss we are a full coverage establishment, from entry to leaving, we have you co
vered,’ the TRIDENT Agent laughed ‘And speaking of covered I think this room service call is
just about complete. Will there be anything else, besides your death of course,’ she added.  

Despite all her strength and agility Darlene could not escape the web, it stretched and gave at
every angle. The more she tried the more the fine silk threads stuck and clung to her pulling the
envelope tighter around her, gumming her hands and making her nails useless for cutting. 

She watched her opponent struggle fruitlessly inside the cocoon she’d spun, the envelopment
getting tighter each passing minutes as folds of it clung to her and the exposed web. Over a
short period of time much to expectation and excitement the cloak tightly enfolded the FORCE
CURVE Agent.  Darlene wobbled on her feet as her opponent's eyes widened in expectation,
her arousal and anticipation filling the room as the woman fell to the floor with a thud and stuck
there, her body squirming inside the blanket as she fought.

‘Unlike a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis you will not free yourself for a new birth Miss
Fleming. At least you fell toward the view of the water, it is a view to die for.  My web offers no
escape, even now your merest move wraps you tighter and deeper in its embrace, soon you will
strangle to death, hopely sooner we have this room booked for tomorrow.’

She left the FORCE Agent writhing.

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