Thursday, June 30, 2022

Bits and Pieces

Roz pulled away. ‘I think we need a small break, how about a drink?’ she asked, slipping from his arms and going to her drinks cart. ‘Things were just getting interesting,’ he smiled.  ‘Just a small break we have all night, I promise,’ she smiled and took a sip of her drink then held out her hand with his.  ‘Well, break times over I see,’ Roz smiled as she slipped her arms about his neck and kissed him.  ‘Don’t tell me you lost your enthusiasm already?  A minute ago you couldn’t keep your hands off of me and now, nothing, oh I think I know why.  My hair, well, my conditioner, it coats and hardens the tips in a mild muscle stiffener, once those tips scratch the skin it releases the drug. ‘Now, truly we have all night and I intend to use it all to get the answers I want.’

‘Usually it’s business before pleasure, but that was a nice change,’ Sandra said as pulling on her bra and panties then began to fix herself  up.  ‘We have to meet our contact in a little while, the business part,’ she added, unscrewing her lipstick.  She had just finished when his hands caressed her ass and she turned about with a smile then a slow kiss.  ‘Men can never resist a woman applying lipstick,’ she offered, still in his embrace.  ‘You should have, my lipstick is fatally poisonous.  ‘I like mixing business and pleasure,’ she smiled as he fell from her arms. 


Kelly kissed him as they made love, his motion perfect and insistent as she arched and twisted her hips, her hands cupped behind his head.  She elevated again and this time thrust hard to one side and relaxed.  ‘Paradise Pitcher Plant FORCE agent,’ she smiled, extracting herself from him as she rolled them over.  ‘Once I guided you into the right position and set the motion I sprung my trap. Oh, you’re helpless, my paradise delivers a gripping thrust that stuns your body into immobility.  TRIDENT agent Kelly Rowland,’ she added 

Vera used her lithe body to maximum effect.  A slight undulation and she released his now limp form.  ‘I’ve been an agent a long time, but it's always nice to know I can still attract young male agents.’ Vera undid her tie-up and tossed it away.  Her body was impressive. ‘I stay in shape for assignments like this. We’ll talk once I get comfy.  There, it's a good thing I wore my suntan lotion, of course I’ll share, but you may have an adverse reaction.  Summer Haze tends to disorient, making it a rather effective truth serum.  I know you're wearing a sealer so I added an abrasive scrubber, my motion will shred your sealer allowing my Haze to penetrate.  ‘Clinging Centipede Knot, basic but effective,’ she said, kissing him as she moved.  ‘Entangling can be hours, I’m very thorough.  He lay there knotted into her experience and style, she moved gracefully and sexily as she shredded his sealer and her drug penetrated.  Her ageless body extracted all the intel from him.  She contracted until he was dead.  

Paralysing Centipede Kiss, Danh,’ Zhou smiled as she looked at him.  ‘An exotic technique, but totally effective.  ‘Zhou Li,  A.S.P. Agent ( Asian Spy Protectorate),’ she said, kissing him lightly.  ‘My kiss will wear off soon, but not to worry I have another kiss that is much more permanent, Curled Concubine Kiss.’  Zhou rolled him onto his stomach and quickly applied her  trap.  She entwined his legs from the thighs up in her lower legs, then pulled them open exposing his cock to her.  Her feet positioned on either side of his neck, his toes pinching nerve endings.  Zhou arched over herself and smiled at him.  

‘Consider this my goodbye kiss Danh,’ she smiled as her mouth opened and she took him in.  His body thrashed and rocked as she held him pulling him tight in her embrace.  He was finished in less than five minutes.  


‘I see you’re feeling my kiss.  Summer Passion, a muscle relaxant and a personal favourite of mine,’ she smiled, removing her sheer covering.  ‘My name is Chen Fah, Trident agent.’  Danh tried to rush her before the drug took effect. She ducked and delivered a punch to his kidney.  ‘Zee Ta!’ she said as the blow scored.  He winced and she delivered another, then a double chop to his neck.  She flipped him out of the bathroom into the bedroom.  Danh got to his feet just as Chen secured him.  ‘Let’s not fight baby, you’re in no condition or position, my Pearl Strand has you.’  Chen kissed him lightly as she contracted.  She used technique, not power, her thin lithe body had been trained to find the perfect spots on an opponent.  She hugged him as her drug worked on him, he would weaken then fall, she had him right on the edge of the bed, once he could no longer support himself, they would fall to the bed, the motion triggering her to knot him fully.  In the interim she let her hair work on him.  Her conditioner contained a truth scent.  Chen kissed and nuzzled him, her lipstick was long gone, but this kept him distracted and interested, it also made him move.  ‘So unfair, I know, but kiss me again,’ Chen hummed as she contracted.  She’d been an agent a long time, she loved it, she was deadly, resourceful, devious and sexy.  Her body tensed, her questions were being answered, she adjusted slightly as he moved, he was near tipping and she was moving into place to spring her knot.  Danh fell,  her drug and her body causing the damage.  Chen’s body, experience and skill took over, her knot had him before they stopped bouncing.  

‘Stinging Dragon’s Tail Knot, Danh,’ she explained.  They lay on the bed, Chen on top kissing him softly as she moved to sting him.  ‘The first of many stings Danh, A Chinese woman has you, thoroughly Chinese and you know that means death.  My knots are much more effective than Thai ones and far superior to anything ladies from your country could manage.

It's only a scratch baby, I apologise, I keep my nails extremely sharp and of course painted.  This one’s called hoàng hôn màu hồng, a quick paralyser, an exclusive to my Salon.  There’s a matching lipstick, but I have a thing for my nails, a versatile weapon, as is my body.  My Tom Dao Salamander is a deadly fate.  Thanh slipped off her silk covering, removed her necklace and smiled as held him in a soft embrace.  ‘I promise no more scratches, just kisses, my body will do the rest.  All 5’11” of me will be tied into you and about you.  Your dossier says you escaped a Thai woman last year, but I’m a Vietnamese female, we’re much deadlier and sexier.’  Thanh worked quickly to encase him, warning him not to move when her drug wore off.  She kissed him while she worked and adjusted, his granite cock pressed against her thigh as she moved, rubbing it teasingly.  Thanh slithered into place and smiled.  There, caught and trapped, how do I feel compared to her,’ Thanh said referring to the Thai woman.  It appeared the SALON agent was still, but Thanh knew she was cinching, slowly.  Her hands twined behind her head and neck, her hands flat about his head.  Her lips danced and seared his.  ‘You are moving darling, slowly as I expected, a compliment to your training, but I have you in my body, a fearsome fate for any male or female.  Thanh contracted drawing him into her pressure


Terri strained silently as the one male rolled her over.  The TRIDENT spy was spindled on his enormous cock.  His Anal Scorpion had caught her during her tanning session on her private deck.  They had battled for several hours as Terri worked to dislodge his partially inserted phallus.  He was lean, strong, supple and well trained and used his body skillfully.  Terri was excellent defensively, her body churned, her ass moving as she slithered about.  His body positioned itself with her motion, he was fluid and lithe.  Terri twisted her head and found his lips.  Her kisses, succulent and wet, slowed him as she worked.  The seductress worked carefully, Terri was still seriously impaled and the male was fluid about her.  Her skills were being seriously challenged by him.  Terri rolled them, her strength helping her, he went with her motion then pinned her in an arched position, her body wiggling as he tightened and thrusted against her in a smooth motion.  He embedded his cock a little more into her ass as she twisted about.  Terri arched her body and snapped again and again as she pulled him out, her hands reaching behind as she caught his pulsing stem, she made short work of his cock.  She spilled him four times before she was released, then she made short work of him.

Monday, June 27, 2022

What is Truth - (Roz Downing Returns) + Reader Participation Requested

‘You’ve all read the briefing notes.  To state the obvious, we could be either hip deep in a gold mine of I

ntel to act upon or we could be setting ourselves up to fall into a carefully constructed TRIDENT trap

that could very well achieve what we hoped to accomplish against them, namely their destruction. 

I don’t know either way, hence this meeting, Claire said to her assembled IT team of David Jacob’s,

Athala Ottaku and Gurdip Chandra.  These were the ones she trusted most, until things could be sorted

out internally as to who was on who’s side given what Roz had told her and these three were above

reproach.  

‘Actually, there is a third option,’ Gurdip said.  

Claire looked at him, her face saying to continue.  ‘Some of the Intel is valid, just enough to keep us on the path and pursuing all options.  The trick with that is to give us enough rope to hang ourselves, metaphorically speaking, with us realising it. 

‘Win the battles, lose the war,’ Claire said.

‘We would need time to really deep dive into all the data and even then, honestly, maybe the best certainty we can offer is, sixty percent on valid targets and that would be with more data, outside of what we have.  With what we have, maybe,’  Athala added as she looked at her colleagues.  ‘Less than thirty percent certainty.  I mean it all looks like great Intel, maybe it is, but.’

‘You all seem in agreement,’ Claire said, then looked at David.

‘Oh, I totally agree,’ he said, snapping to attention.  ‘Sorry, my mind was just on something else, related of course.’

Care to share with the group,’ Claire asked in a playful way.

‘I think we need to consider a sub component of all of this, the agents the Intel points to.  We would of course be going after them, but a couple of things come to mind.  Why would TRIDENT do this, unless they want us to act as the assassin for them.  What if they tried it and word leaked, you’d have every agent looking over their shoulder, hardly a good work environment.  You pin it on us, easily enough done and it creates a more cohesive group and in fact a stronger one.  They’ve already tried this with The Poison Geisha and The Silkworms, but failed spectacularly or did it.  They got rid of independent minded partners, gained monetarily from it and in the process left a breadcrumb trail for us to find.  Our success or seemed to be success was maybe part of a larger plan of making us too confident, so much so we’d go charging about and perhaps have the tables turned on us.’

Claire flopped back in her chair, closed her eyes and thought through what see had just heard.

‘Oh dear, you’ve given her a headache,’ Athala mused.

Claire smiled for a second then Gurdip added another factor.

‘Most of this data is fluid, meaning it does not have a drop dead date to be useful.  Too much of it in fact to be statistically insignificant, meaning it’s highly skewed to one side and that is statistically significant in that it starts to lead into the improbable, far into it.’

‘Meaning they want us to act quickly as would be expected,’  Claire said, coming forward in the chair and back to a proper seated position.  

‘Fools rush in comes to mind,’ David said.

‘I hate to do this, but I need to add another factor,’ Athala said, as she watched Claire mock flopping back in her chair.  ‘The TRIDENT agents themselves, being sold out like that.  I mean the ones we can establish solid data for.  What do you think would be their reaction?  Perhaps we have a chance for another Miss Krutzler or a Miss Hale.’

Claire smiled at that.  

‘Alright you know what to do with the data you have.  Use whatever resources you need to get the data you don’t have.  But, and I cannot stress this enough!  Do not tell anyone else about what you are doing,  You report to me, Alice and Cindy only.  We do not know how deep this goes and I don’t want you to come into any danger.  Meet off site, at nights, weekends, secure channels, sub space, fluidic space, use all that computer stuff I know nothing about.  Get a message to me when you want to meet and we will find a place, but above all, be careful. Understood,’ Claire instructed and they all nodded.

^^^

‘Normally I would congratulate you on a successful mission, so congratulations Roz.  Now perhaps you can explain to me that stunt you pulled?  I am of course referring to the kiss you gave Eric in front of all his male peers.  

‘He’s a good agent, young, but good, he just needs to establish his place within the pack of those guys.  From what he told me about things that were and frankly still are said, I thought it would help,’ Roz answered.

‘You’re supposed to ignore that nonsense, you know that.  Guys like to talk with both their heads, usually not at the same time, it's what gives us the advantage.  It’s there to be used when required on missions, not to put others in their place.’

Roz said nothing, she just looked at Cindy, the expression on her face was non readable, the mark of an excellent spy, Cindy took her queue from that.

‘Personally I’m thrilled you have someone in your life.  Honestly I expected it ever to occur.  You have a reputation, earned or otherwise implied of being unreachable, it appears that’s not true any longer.  There’s nothing against it happening, you know that, look at me, I fell in love and married an agent from the other side, at the time, in fact it may make you a better agent and just to be clear I have no plans to shunt you into a couples team.  Having said that when it does occur again I want you two as my number one team.  Now back to that kiss of yours, as it turns out, it may have been the best thing that happened, not of course for you getting caught, but precisely because of your escape and deduction, you may have saved many agents' lives.’

Roz knew this was not the end of the talk, she was being told this for a reason and she had a feeling she knew why, seconds later Cindy confirmed it.

‘Where this leads to I can’t say yet, but it could take us down paths close to home.  I will need you and Eric to prune branches if necessary.  How do you feel about that?’

‘I have no issue, but Eric, I can’t speak for him,’ she answered.

‘I want you to ask you, either answer is fine and please don’t let it affect your feelings for him.  But, if his answer is yes, you need to teach him everything you know. No one knows how deadly a woman can be as you do,’ Cindy explained then added.  ‘I did the same for Quinn, I didn’t want to lose him.’

^^^

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coming chapter, either one I’ve got or one that

you want created send it along with a picture

of her or the name of one of the current agents.


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Cheers, Steve

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Roz Downing Returns

1.


To say it was a tradition or even a custom would have been wrong, but it did happen.  Mixed team

assignments, whether posing as a husband/wife, dating couple or a business team required a certain

amount of togetherness to make the charade convincing.  At times, more than usual this would lead to

an actual closeness during but always at the conclusion of a mission, an added perk.

‘Well there’s always a first time,’  Roz Downing told herself as she lay in bed next to her partner. ‘At least the mission was a success, the rest would have been a nice bonus. Next mission.’

It had all gone according to plan.  Their May/September romance had been perfectly played.  It gave her access to the Intel while he caught the eye of the much younger enemy agent.  He had even turned the tables on her, an action that Roz found stimulating as it made him agent that could be counted on to be deadly with the opposite sex and not the other way around as was usually the experience.  They should be celebrating together, in the best possible way, but here she was on her side and he turned away from her on his side, the space between them just a few inches, but for Roz it might as well have been a mile, a very cold mile.  

‘I wore this nightgown, picked out special for him.  Did my hair and even gave him a scent I’d never worn before.  Sent all the right signals and yet here I am. What went wrong?’  

Roz relived her plan to see if there were any flaws in it or crossed signals, she could find none. She approached it from every angle until she finally had to come to the conclusion she didn’t want to. 

‘Maybe you don’t have it anymore Roz?  After all, you weren’t really ever the lead on this mission, Eric was, you were just along so you could be dumped.’

The moment of ugly realisation came to her, her career as a “go to” agent, may be over.  She pondered it for a moment.  Every female agent knows it's coming, someday.  They all, Roz now included herself in this club, think it will always be another day, in spite of seeing it happen to your peers.  Some accepted it gracefully, becoming mentors and trainers, others, just disappeared in the world. 

‘The boring everyday world,’ she added.  

She couldn’t do that.  Her career had been way too action packed.  She’d done her share of training and mentoring new agents, but always as an active top agent, never as a retired “old broad”  she couldn’t do that or play second fiddle on missions like this one.  That would be akin to a living death.  She resolved to clear up her status the minute they returned, which thankfully was tomorrow.  Now all she had to do was get through the night.  She felt him stir in his sleep and turn towards her, she turned away and faced the wall.  

Roz lifted her hips to free a few tresses of her nightgown that had been pinched as she turned.  Her hand tried to sweep them loose with a quick jerk, annoyed that yet another thing had not worked in her favour that even.  Her hand flew off the pinched material with the force she applied, making even more upset.  She attempted to free herself again, her arm flinging itself down on the mattress then going still as the tips of a finger detected something.  He rolled back over to face his wall, she rolled toward him.  

‘If you need to use the bathroom, I understand.  Otherwise you and I need to talk,’ she said in a whisper, turning over.

There was a short silent interlude, to both it seemed like an eternity before he spoke, but he kept his back to her.  

‘I took this mission not knowing at the time who my partner was going to be.  It appeared I fit into multiple profiles, depending on how they wanted to structure the mission, although I didn’t know that at the time.  A week later the mission spec’s had been finalised and I found out you were my partner, but the mission was delayed as you were still completing a mission.  I poured over the details again and again and worked out constantly to relieve the building tension,’ he said and then paused, took a deep breath and turned over to face her. She noticed he kept a distance between them and put his right leg over his left under the sheets.  

‘I’ve only been an active agent for a little more than a year, so when I found out Roz Downing was my partner I panicked, your reputation is legendary in FORCE and well among male agents.’

‘Oh, I’m hearing the Bull Ring,’ Roz said smiling.  ‘Yes, I should say, we, and by that I mean female agents, know all about the workout talk in your gym.  Frankly, I’ve always been in favour of one gym for everyone, it's not like we have a need to be modest and it would cut down on this type of thing.  You guys are the worst on the gossip front, although I suspect it's really bragging of triumphs, real or perceived or the covering up of failed attempts. Let me guess in your case, hard to please in bed, demanding, seizing control, not a team player, code talk for a cold fish and many others not so complimentary things.  Most of those comments come out of failure on a mission or just plain no compatibility, its does happen, two agents just don’t mesh, having sex isn’t going to fix that, no matter what and frankly why would you even want to at that point, just get the mission over and move on.  Rejection is hard, no matter the sex, age or size of the agent. I’m dealing with a bit of that myself right now to be honest,’ she concluded.  

‘That was never my or the mission's intention.  You backed off so I thought you wanted me to take the lead, you know, to push me, give me the experience.  I was told that I need to be more aggressive to be considered for more upgraded assignments, to focus on the mission and distractions. I think that’s why they picked you, your reputation for being a distraction.  I thought all the looks, clothes and then the nightgown this evening was all part of the test,’ Eric said.  

‘Well, there was no test, but thank you,’ Roz smiled, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

‘For what,’ he asked, relieved to have told her the truth but still confused.

‘No more taking,’ she softly breathed as her arms slipped about his neck and she pulled him on top of her.  He settled into her welcoming body, she squirmed about forming a groove he settled into as they kissed, his bugle very apparent as it pressed against her, imbedded in the caress of her silk nightgown.  

2.

‘’It’s not always exotic locations, fantastic sex and saving the world, sometimes its actual work that could involve torture, like these heels,’ Roz Downing said to herself as she slipped the aforementioned on and looked at herself in the mirror.  ‘And dull parties livened only by acquiring certain items.  But if you're going to do something, do it in style.’ a look and a nod to the mirror confirmed she did just that. 

The party was at the estate of Countessa Francesca Colleta.  Spanish by birth, title by marrying an Italian, widow, well there were many explanations, all of which involved her as suspect, but none could be proven.  She was rich, attractive and had an extensive art collection, many of dubious purchase.  FORCE has obtained intelligence that she had a list of contacts that may be of use, Roz’s job was to get it.  

She arrived in style, as usual, her Porsche 911 hugging the sharp turn just inside the gated arch to stop in front of the portico.  An attendant smartly came over and opened the door, a hand extending to take hers.  She smiled at him, elegantly exiting the low car with her usual grace.  A passing look ensured she had him and her car would be taken care of, that confirmed as it pulled away slowly to be parked.  

Roz entered the home, the foyer, as she expected, Italian marble floor, dark teak panelled walls and a series of three impressive crystal chandeliers overhead.  Inside the open interior glass doors people milled about, men in tuxedo’s women in assorted evening garb, the confident ones in dresses that suited their age and size the not so confident ones in outfits that accentuate more the errors than any positives they may have been hoping for.  

The Spy took a drink from a passing waiter's tray and milled about the room, her eyes searching for where she likely needed to go, in between she attracted and talked moving from one small gathering to another as she world herself across the room, into another and about until she found where she needed to go.  

‘Now for the access pass,’ she said moving toward a man who was obviously security and not catering staff.  ‘He just has that look,’ she smiled.

‘Excuse me but I’ve had my pearl bracelet either fall off or been taken, I can’t be sure which.  I need to speak to whomever is in charge of security,’ she said in a concerned yet forceful manner than toned no nonsense in response.   

He did as she expected, guests always come first and a scene is not what anyone wants.  Roz played her part quietly explaining the situation to him as she inched closer and lowered her voice.  Her etiquette in the situation was perfect and appreciated as he smiled at her and promised to locate it telling his subordinate to inform several of his colleagues milling about to begin a discreet look for it and suspicious people.  She thanked him with a gentle touch of one hand on his wrist while her other hand relieved him of his passcard.  

While the security detail busied themselves Roz introduced herself to the host and made small talk, just the two of them at first but soon they attracted a pack of curling males.

‘You certainly know how to draw a crowd Miss Downing,’ the Countess smiled as she turned about a little, her body away from their admirers, Roz did the same.

‘You and I do, but thank you for the compliment,’ Roz answered.

‘Just so we don’t get our signals crossed, which one do you fancy?’ the Countess asked, moving herself even closer to Roz to whisper in her ear.  

‘I’ve always been partial to Armani, grey Armani,’ Roz said. ‘But if you wanted to share, I wouldn't be adverse to that.  Sometimes it's interesting to see if these stallions can really do the distance.’

They both smiled and parted company, both experienced women easily losing their respective pursuant hunters for the time being.  The Countess found other distractions amongst her guests while Roz used the passcard and slipped into the room unnoticed.  

The room was the Countesses private study, marble floors and decorative alabaster walls, a curious column of Ionic pillars formed a circle off on the far side of the room, and there out in the open on the desk was her laptop.  Roz made herself at home behind the desk, opened the computer, then reached down, took hold of the heel on one of her shoes, twisted and removed it.  A twist of the point ejected the USB coupling that she inserted into the device.  The password code breaker began instantly and much to her surprise it broke the code in quickly, she was in.  Manicured fingers flashed quickly and searched and found what she was looking for.  The second program in the USB gathered and sent the information.  Completed, she re-attached her heel and prepared to leave, straightening her dress when the door opened.  

‘Usually my guests take advantage of my hospitality in other ways, bedrooms, liquor, that sort of thing.  Don’t bother Miss Downing, all the exits are covered, my staff are very good,’ the Countess smiled.



‘Then I’ll just leave by the one you came in from,’ Roz smiled then adjusted her dress again as it didn’t

feel quite right.

‘You can adjust your outfit all you want Miss Downing what you feel isn’t the dress but my Scorpion Charm.  I attached it to your dress when we were talking,’ the Countess smiled as she touched one of her earrings.  ‘And now it’s stung you.  The venom is instantly paralysing,’ she smiled walking over and pulling it off of the spy’s back and reattaching it to her bracelet.

The Countess went to the door and motioned, two security guards came in and took the frozen woman to the centre of the pillars.  The Countess moved from pillar to pillar detaching and placing objects from her bracelet until every pillar had one and she came to Roz.

‘It's a little known fact that beetles can produce silk.  These little bobbles don’t of course, but they do direct it among other things.  Placed around you Miss Downing at various heights are eight of my beetle charms.  Inside each pillar is a canister of liquid.  Once I touch my other earring each canister will begin to empty.  My charms are the nozzles through which the liquid emerges.  Once it hits the air the liquid solidifies, the charms direct the stream around you in various thicknesses.  Like all silk it's extremely sticky so it clings to the object, in this case you.  Once it begins to dry it contracts slowly crushing your form in a deadly squeezing embrace.  Now to ensure you remain in place,’ she smiled and stepped back tapping her earring just once.  

A single stream from each beetle shot out and caught Roz around the waist, hips, ankles and wrists that were held above her head in a “Y” by the two security guards.

‘There, you're secured.  The process will take several hours to coat you, then several more agonising hours are the silk cinches you.  Not to worry your screams won’t ruin the party, the room is soundproof and the back garden is too far away for anyone to hear you,’ the Countess smiled as she nodded to the guards to leave.  She gave Roz a final look and smile.  ‘Not to worry Miss Downing, the venom wears off in a while, but by then you’ll be immobile,’ she added and touched her earring again, closed the door and left leaving Roz to the light hissing of the silk.  

Roz could do nothing except listen to her body and hope it could shake off the paralysing drug quickly.  Each jet came on and off around her, some sprayed a thin single stand while others had a much wider steam that covered parts of her in a wide translucent filmy blanket.  Roz did not panic, she’d been around the block too many times for that in her career, all she could do was wait for her body to respond as she stared straight ahead frozen in place by the drug and the accumulating webbing around her evening gown.   

An unrelenting hissing sound filled her ears as the beetles sprayed about her, a thin white sheet forming on her body then the spraying turned to single strands crisscrossing her from shoulders to ankles then back again.

Roz felt movement in her fingers that slowly spread down her body, not a full recovery, but a start and enough for her to use adrenaline to get the rest of her back.  The spy however was stiff in place, the beetles had covered her a layered bind of single strands and sheets rendering her powerful and paint form nearly useless.  Roz concentrated her efforts on slow hip rolls and twists while she forced her ankles to crossover and back again.  She was still being sprayed while the initial layers were contracting.

The FORCE Plus worked tirelessly, slithering and shimmying her body in slow purposeful oscillating dances.  Roz changed direction every few revolutions, her ankles crossing the other way as her hips churned in a slow whorl then back and forth for several draws before changing again.  It was exhausting work, her breath was shorter as the silk drew tighter about her.  Roz’s muscle, trained and sculpted from years of service, pushed back, stretching the elastic death trap that clung to her.  

The beetles stopped spraying mercifully, she was covered in a milky white form fitting shroud with designs on crushing her.  Roz, hot and burnished from her exertions pushed on, she just needed to keep moving as she worked and adjusted until finally she turned about several times, then reversed and repeated the process breathing a sigh.  She inverted her body, her arms still caught in the silk and rubbed against it until she caught a fibrous edge and spun back and forth letting the momentum of her body tighten and loosen her until she freed her arm.  A series of nails managed to cut the other arm free.  

Rox wasted no time, escaping through the doors that led to the garden she managed to find her car in the parking lot, but not before falling several times from the loose silk still clinging to her body.  She unlocked the car through the thumb print reader and started it with a voice command all while unzipping and discarding her dress onto the passenger seat.  She was away from the estate in seconds.  

She glanced over at the dress as she drove, it had saved her life.  The Tungsten Carbide white sparkles in the garment had caught and cut the silk with the help of her motion, there was nothing sharper or stronger or more beautiful when worn by the right spy.

‘And to think I almost chose emerald silk tonight.’ 

^^^

‘What’s the matter?’  Eric said as he pushed over in the bed to her.

‘Nothing, why do you ask?’  she answered, not turning to face him.

‘Well something is clearly bothering you and it's bothering me so much neither of us can sleep and well, usually after we make love, as much as we do, we’re both pretty tired and every single time we fall asleep holding each other, not this time and to be frank speaking of this time, it was wonderful, always is with you, but tonight you seemed a little distant, more mechanical, there wasn’t that bright spark we seem to ignite,’ Eric said, as his arm when round her waist.

Roz turned over, crooked her arm up to rest her head in her hand and looked at him as he brushed a lock of her from her face.

‘Did you tell anyone about my mission?’ she asked, looking at him closely.

‘No,’ he answered, not liking where this was going.  ‘Why?’

‘I’ve had a few days to think about it and the more I do the more I question things,’ she explained.  ‘It was all too easy, everything went my way.  I didn’t think about it while it was happening but afterwards, it was always in the back of my mind, I couldn’t shake it so I’ve been turning it over again and again.  Everything went so well, right up until I got caught.  I even got the information transmitted, simple, quick, easy, even finding it on the computer, that was on the desk, not hidden in a locked drawer,  was simple, not a complex decryption, ten seconds and I had it another five and FORCE had it, then not a second later I was caught. Then there was the Countess, she must have been tipped off.  There was no reason for her to get that close to me, she needed to for her little surprise, but how did she know it was me?  The timing is too perfect in all things.  I wonder if any of that Intel is even valid?’

‘You think you were the target?’ Eric asked.

‘No, I’m not that conceited, at least I hope I’m not, but given the parameters of the mission I was one of the logical choices.  No, I think they wanted us to get that Intel.  Some of it may be valid, just enough to make it seem like a successful mission, but what about the parts that aren’t valid, what are they there for unless a trap for future agents to fall into, maybe specific agents TRIDENT wants to target.  I mean what better way than to tailor intelligence to get the right mouse to chase the cheese.  I need to talk to Claire,’ Roz said, reaching back across herself for her mobile.

She slipped out of bed and into a sheer dressing gown as she called.  Roz paced about her bedroom, she and Claire back and forthing on her hypothesis before she flopped herself in an easy chair at the far end of the bedroom.  The two talked for another hour before she slipped out of her covering, the firm body illuminated in the soft light of the outside moon and came back to bed and into his arms.

‘When you asked me earlier if I said nothing, I didn’t say anything, but I did get asked if I had any plans for the next few days by Tarsen.  His explanation was a finishing trip to the Tweed River in Scotland,’ Eric said as Roz smiled.

‘Now we know,’ she said, shifting a leg over top of him.  I apologise for my stiffness earlier, I wasn't sure about how you fit into the puzzle, you don’t.  I hope you can forgive me,’ she added.

‘Trust is not easy in this game, lack of trust is easier and we’ve only been together a short while.  Our being together may have been part of a wider plan, but I would never do that to you,’ he answered.

‘I know, I knew it instinctively earlier, your, well, passionate enthusiasm and intensity told me so, but I was so wrapped up in this thing I couldn’t be sure.  When you didn’t try and stop me from calling Claire I knew it wasn’t you.  Your gun was right there, you could have killed me then and there, but you didn’t,’ she answered.

Roz nipped his lips then tried to slide on top, but he had other ideas and he rolled her over onto her back, her legs opening in an inviting invitation.   


















Monday, June 6, 2022

Homecoming - Chapter Two

Kedo had done the job as far as his influence and skill set went.  Aki promised him that pursuing payback

for his sister was not in his best interests.  She promised him, things would be ‘taken care of.’

FORCE, with that information had been able to do the mundane espionage work tracing the money, but not all of it, but money leads to people, they are identified, their contacts and cyber lives can be examined which gravitates to more people and so on.  You don’t build a complete chain, but once you have enough links you can fill in the rest with speculation and the best thing about a chain is its only as strong as its weakest link or in this case a perceived terminus point where other links converge.  An office building in Osaka and Trans Ocean Staffing three months later.

‘This is getting boring,’ Alice whispered. ‘Cross your legs the other way, give them something to look at.’  Aki made the motion look completely natural and within a minute they were whisked into the office of the managing partners, a Mr’s Kimora and Mori greeting them with more than the usual business enthusiasm.  



‘We apologise for the delay Miss Hamilton, business has been very active lately.

‘No need to apologise for success gentlemen.  That just makes us more keen to do business with you?’ Alice responded, putting them at ease and raising their interest level a little.  ‘Oh, please forgive me, this is the President of my shipping enterprise, Miss Eto and since my mastery of Japanese is extremely limited, well two heads and all that.’

Aki made a small bow to them from across the desk, Alice seeing that she forced herself to do it.   ‘Seaway Container Company is looking to employ your services on several of our less regular routes.’ Aki said.  ‘These routes vary about the globe, so the men or women would have to be able to meet certain specific criteria,’ she added.  ‘We understand from talking to other sources that you are the best equipped to supply such personnel, I hope that is true and not just a boastful rumour?’

‘That would depend on who is doing the talking,” Mr Kimora replied.  

Aki and Alice now knew who the senior in the relationship was.  No Japanese businessman would let an underling speak first in a meeting without giving him leave to do so.  They both saw he was the younger of the two, mid thirties, in good shape, well dressed and proud of the clothes by the way he played with the cuffs of his shirt, not to straighten it but to show off to all that it was custom made.  Mr Mori was early forties, still trim and attractive, but not as fancy in his dress. His suit was off the rack, albeit, a very good rack, from an upscale establishment.  Unlike his counterpart he was not into impressing people or as Alice more astutely overserved women, this told her two things.  He was used to being around them and this was not his real job, he was a minder, she knew he worked for TRIDENT.  Mr Kimora clearly had eyes for Aki and both of them were playing a game with them.  

‘I’m sure you gentlemen have done your homework on us, otherwise, why would we be here, so in the interest of expediency I’ll come right to the point,’ Aki said in flat serious Japanese.  

We have over 200 vessels, some coastal, others, the majority, as you know, ocean going.  We use them in tandem, one for collection, the other for distribution.  We are unmatched in our efficiency and cost structure, maximum profit is the bottom line.  Unfortunately, that requires risk, we naturally would prefer to be as risk averse as possible, that is where you come in.  Some of the cargo requires specialised handling in the loading/unloading but more significantly in the transportation, security is a priority for these items,’ Aki explained, the implication more than made apparent.  

‘Yes, we have done a complete background on your company Miss Hamilton as you would have expected and speaking for my partner and I we are very impressed.  Of course, we had heard of you before, but, and I beg your pardon for this, but we had assumed you were more, how shall I put this, above the waves, so to speak,’ Mr Mori explained.  

Aki went to speak, but Alice lightly touched her arm.

‘That in the past, has been true, but we are finding today’s environment, with the shifting alliances, rapidly developing markets and the need for spirited entrepreneurship that in order to expand and keep our routes and dockings valid, we need to adjust.  I will stress that our exploration of this expansion has the full and complete backing of certain governments and individuals with multinational connections, so for all concerned, we see a growth opportunity for many years to come,’ Alice explained.  

‘This is what we require from your organisation,’ Aki added, handing over a bound document.  ‘You will notice, for no names or references to either company have been included, collective security for both organisations,’ she added.  

They took a few minutes to peruse through it, more of a skim and flip than an actual indepth look at the details, both women knew they had peaked interest.  

‘We would need some time to go through this and prepare a response with respect to the feasibility of such a proposal,’ Mr Kimora smiled.  ‘I would like to propose next Monday, I hope that works?’

Aki looked at Alice, who flipped through her phone.  ‘That would be fine, say 10am?’  

They agreed, as she knew they would, then Mr Mori spoke.  ‘ Have you ever been to Osaka before?’

Alice and Aki both knew what was coming, but played innocent.

Wonderful, that will give you the weekend to see the city, there are many sites to see and excellent places to eat.  If you like, I can clear my schedule to show you about?’

Alice couldn’t resist, she tossed Aki a curve.

‘I’m afraid I have several appointments in Tokyo this weekend, but Miss Eto is remaining here.’

Mr Mori brightened.

‘Very sorry sir, but I think it best we keep to business for the moment,’ she said softly and watched his face fall, then added with perfect timing. ‘However, after our business is concluded I see no reason, whatever the outcome, to not take you up on your generous offer,’ a smile and bow followed.  

‘Well we’ll leave at that, till monday then,’ Alice said. 

She exchanged handshakes, Aki polite bows, then left.

‘You are a bitch for doing that,’ Aki said amused as they walked along the hallways to the elevator.

‘You loved it,’ Alice laughed a little. 

^^^

The two women did as they said so to keep to the plan and showed up Monday for their meeting.

‘Did something happen?’ Aki asked as she was greeted by Mr. Mori in the waiting room.

Apparently, a massive water leak in the main vertical pipe, which led to electrical issues and as you can see water damage, but thankfully we were spared and as you can see from all the people about, the cleanup begins.  The good news is we have everything prepared for you, but we seem to be missing Miss Hamilton?’

‘She had an emergency call she had to take.  I suggest we go in and make ourselves comfortable,’ Aki smiled sweetly at him, which she knew would work.  

‘Mr Kimora,’ Aki said and bowed.  ‘Miss Hamilton will be long shortly, an emergency call detains her,’ she added, sitting down and crossing her legs, the action pulling the fabric just above her knees giving both a generous look.  

‘We understand,’ he said, looking at his colleague then back to her.  ‘We have worked out some numbers and details that I think will surprise you.  If all goes according to our plan it will be a great pleasure doing business with you.’

‘My thoughts exactly!’ came a voice from the doorway.  

‘Both men looked up at the strange voice then straightened right up, looked at Aki and then down at her Seecamp  LWS 32.

Kimora laughed at the situation and made a quick move toward the door while Mori tried to kick the arm of Aki’s swivel chair, but The Silk Geisha was out of and away from the arms before he had a chance to.  His follow through sent the chair spinning backwards and away from her while causing him to over balance forward.  Aki gave his forehead a crack with the small gun that sent him sideways and down to the floor dazed and finished.  

Kimora did not do any better.  He rushed around the short corner of the desk and straight at the other woman, one of his arms cocking back behind his head as he readied a punch that missed badly as his opponent bent back away from the blow then delivered a sharp punch to his throat!  Hands grasp about the neck allowing her to take his head in the hands and slam it off the edge of the desk!  It bounced up and back in a blur and he lay semi conscious, his senses only about to register that his arms and legs were being restrained.  

‘I’ve been told I have a talent for first impressions.  That aside, we need to get down to business, now that our brief session of Kung Fu Prada is over,’ she said looking over to Aki before placing her clutch on the desk. 

‘Enjoy it while you can,’ Mr Kimora said with a hint of fate in his tone.

‘Oh, you’re referring to all those men you had out in the hallway and about the building, they're all dead or soon to be so.  Didn’t think I’d fall so easily for that old canard about building maintenance.  No, it's just you and us left and we need to complete outstanding business and I’m counting on your cooperation to make this as painless as possible for you,’ she added.

‘You don’t scare us Miss Baxter, you come with a reputation,’ Mr Kimora smiled.

‘I told you TRIDENT went to the slow spy school classes Aki.  They just don’t seem to learn.  I tried with your man in my casino.  Guess you never got that email, but again I came prepared Mr Kimora, when I heard it was you, well I had to insert myself into this operation, it’s good to see you again and you need to work out more!’ she added as Aki worked on their laptop.

‘There, have it, we're in, David’s program is fantastic, all files transferred.  I’ll go look for his laptop and anything else I can find,’ Aki explained.

‘Kill anyone left in this office,’ Claire added as Aki moved out the door, gun in hand.

Claire waited for Aki to return, she heard a few shots, looked at both of them, their wrists zip tied about the pulls on the metal filing cabinet doors that covered the one side of the office, their legs, one left, one right from each of them zipped together while their other zipped to the front and back legs of the desk.

‘We will need the access code for this one, too many variables.  We could take it with us and do it later,’ The Silk Geisha said after coming back and failing to access the laptop.

‘No Kimora san is going to tell us the code or his assistant is, if he knows it?’ Claire mused.

‘I don’t know it, I swear,’ Mr Mori said.

‘I’m sure you don’t, you're not a TRIDENT agent, but your boss is and I’m sure his laptop is full of all kinds of valuable information.  

‘Let’s just take it and go.  We have more than we need,’ Aki said, playing the role of good cop.

‘You know how in this business Kimora san you’re always told it's never to be made personal and yet it invariably comes to that.  A little over three months ago TRIDENT decided to do a little housekeeping, namely getting rid of the Poison Geisha, but like the situation with the Silkworms they didn’t want to use any of their agents so they went to an outside contractor again.  Stupid is as stupid does.  As chance or perhaps not happens, I was in Kyoto that day to warn them something was coming.  We both know the rest of the story, Aki and I saw the sad ending.  It took no time to find you because you took shortcuts.  I suspect you Mori san are the culprit here, looking to pad your own pocket, you used some of the money to hire outside help, namely a member of the local Yakuza.  He was killed in our intervention, but his tattoo lived on and when his boss found out about it and the ordeal of his sister, a geisha, he was more than willing to help.  Turns out this guy liked to talk.  He told other members and a few lowlife scum and soon we had all the information we needed to trace it all back to your company.  The rest was computer espionage and here we are.  Now I want that code, because this is personal, for both of us,’ Claire looked up at Aki.  ‘Ready?’

‘You can start anytime you want, we are connected, I’m sure TRIDENT is watching,’ Aki offered.

‘Aki told me Kimora san that you never gave her legs or her a second look, meaning you’re used to being around beautiful women a great deal. When she described you I remembered you from an early mission of mine, so naturally it made sense.  You see them all the time, interact with them and maybe more than that, explains why you’re not married.  The old adage, why buy a cow when you get the milk for free, comes to mind.  Well all good things come to an end.’

Aki laughed at that last part and Claire thought about it then smiled after a few seconds.

‘Can you hand me my clutch, Aki.  Now I’ve never used one of these before, but I know someone who has seen this done and done successfully.  She’s imparted her recollection to me so everything should be fine, it's a simple three step process.  This is a Chinese Castration Knife, used to create eunuchs, for centuries the administrators of Imperial China, from them we get the word Mandarin.’

Claire cut open his pants and shirt.  Aki from her briefcase handed her several rolls of bandages she used

to tightly encircle his stomach and upper legs, restricting the blood flow.  

‘Everytime you walk past another female agent, you’ll have to just walk past.  No more fringe benefits, just a look and frustration, you can’t even masterbate.  The positive side is you’ll have so much more time to devote to your job, you’ll be an excellent administrator, that is if you live.  Now, last time, I want the code and remember TRIDENT is watching,’ Claire said as Aki tapped the laptop.  

Kimora was sweating freely as he tried to squirm and escape.  Claire grabbed his tackle in her hands pulling it away from his body.

‘You’ll get the code anyway!’ Kimora half screamed and cried at the sametime.  

‘Of course I will,’ she coldly as the knife rolled back, prepared to cut when he cracked.

‘See what happens when you think with the right head,’ Claire smiled as Aki punched in the code and smiled while Claire sliced open Mori’s pants.

‘You have what you want!’ he stammered, his face a lather of cold sweat as well.

‘It wouldn’t be fair if Kimora-san was the only one exposed, just call me curious,’ Claire smiled.  ‘Oh, that would have never satisfied Aki,’ she added.

‘Well gentleman, I can say it has been a pleasure.  I think we accomplished all our goals, do you,’ Claire said looking at Aki.

‘Numerous TRIDENT agent names, locations and profiles.  All funds they had transferred to our account, paper files to be collected, you two marked as traitors to TRIDENT, so yes, I would say a very productive morning,’ Aki said as she closed the laptop.

A look of terror took hold on boh the men’s faces as they realised the gravity of Aki’s statement about TRIDENT.

‘Don’t concern yourself with TRIDENT,’ Claire said as she came around to Aki’s side of the desk.  I mean, since we already have all the Intel, what good would torturing both of you do.  No, mostly likely, TRIDENT will just put a bullet in both of you.  Of course, there is always that waiting for it to happen, the when and where, now that is worse than torture.  Luckily for both of you I’m feeling generous, beneficent even,’ she continued saying as she walked to the door and opened it.  A few seconds later a man in a very nice business suit appeared.

‘Gentlemen, may I introduce to you Kedo-san.  A businessman from Kyoto and the brother of 

Aikichi, you may not know the name, but your company and consequently you are responsible for her

being hurt.  Kedo-san and his associates would like you to explain how that happened.  We’ll leave you

alone to talk business,’ Claire smiled.  

Claire and Aki left the building just as a moving truck pulled up.  Men piled out with dolly’s to remove the files.  They watched for a moment, then saw Kedo-san’s car pull out from the alley, the back end lower than it would normally be.  

‘That will be the most pleasant part of their day,’ Aki mused as their car made its way into traffic and the Osaka airport.

‘Wonderful, work with Alice and Cindy to get agents on their way.  This will give them something to ponder.  Let’s see how TRIDENT reacts to being chased.’