Second Dance

This is the second in the series of FORCE trying to save TRIDENT female 

Agents from being eliminated by their own side.  These short tales are a continuation of

the What is Truth storyline. 

‘As much as I don’t like to admit it, I don’t think I would have made it out of that situation without you.  You fought extremely well, fast and strong, you knew exactly what to do, so thank you,’ 

TRIDENT agent Joanne Van Kemp said sincerely.  ‘I always knew my career would come to an end

someday, of course I didn’t think it would be today or in this fashion.’

They had made their way to his hotel, where they could be safe for now, relax and have a drink, to which neither said no.  

‘All I have left is my clutch, some money and what I’m wearing, same as the other girls you were telling me about.  I was hoping my career would finish on my terms,’ she added, taking a sip.  

‘I think you’re far from the end of your career, not with what I saw tonight and what I see right now,’ Lucas Bryce, FORCE agent answered.

Joanne smiled at the comment and thanked him, but her feminine radar told her he did find her appealing and the feeling was mutual on her side, but she kept that hidden. ‘You need to clean up a bit, you took the brunt of the fighting, a few wounds that need cleaning, take a shower to clean up I promise I won’t run away, besides I have no place to or anything to run with,’ she smiled and took another sip.  

He did as requested, she used a wet towel in the bar to remove some of the dirt from her dress and arms.  He returned just as she had finished her task and her drink.

‘I see we have both completed our tasks.  I will say, you clean up well, very well,’ Joanne smiled as he only had a towel on, his athletic form evident, the torsoed V, the strong but not overdone arms and shoulders.  ‘I can tell you do yoga, the long tapered muscles are a telltale sign, no doubt specialised styles, much like me, but here I am talking shop when I should really be thanking you, where are my manners,’ she said, stepping towards him.  ‘I promise,’ she said, putting her hands up. ‘Look, no ring,’ she added, taking it off and placing it on the bar.  No pendant and earrings’, she tallied, placing them next to her ring.  My nails are ruined and clear from this evening, but I promise to keep my hands behind my back, if you want.  Oh, yes and finally, my lipstick, although I can assure you after what transpired and the time elapsed, it's lost its potency, but safety first I suppose.  You really are taking all the fun out of this,’ Joanne answered by taking the bar towel and removing it.  ‘Now, can I offer my thanks?’

The TRIDENT agent took a few steps to him and as requested kissed him with her hands at her sides.  

‘That was pleasant, compliments to my partner under restrictive conditions,’ Lucas answered.

‘Pleasant for me is a failing grade,’ Joanne said as she nibbled about his lips.  ‘Hold my arms by the wrists, if you like, but I need more closeness, more traction, if you like.’

This time it was much better, for both of them.

‘You see sugar, no tricks, as I promised, no rings, earrings, bracelets or devious lipsticks, just the sorcery of my lips, of course yours are extremely magical as well.  Again, baby,’ she softly said as they melted together. She kissed him, long and lovely, he let her arms go and she entwined them around his neck. 

They broke for a moment then she brought him back to mouth and soft slow dancing lips and tongues.  She unzipped her dress and slowly slipped off the straps and let it fall.  Joanne stepped out of her heels, trailed the side of her calf up his wonderful strong leg while her hand relieved him of his towel, joining her dress on the floor.  

Joanne swirled her hips to avoid penetration, she was not ready yet, instead she caught and held it between her hard soft paradoxically insane thighs, rolling it about to a quickening throb.  He was very excited for her, she was actually flattered at how quickly he was aroused by her.  She kept up her kisses, but slowed her rolling thighs, to avoid spilling him.

‘I think we should move to your bedroom,’ she said softly and took his hand with a smile, then stopped and pulled back.

‘We can make love right here if you want, it is a long walk to the bedroom, especially in your condition,’ Joanne smiled as she took him in her arms. ‘I promised no devious lipsticks or devices, however I never promised anything else.   Poisonous hairspray, lucky for you it's merely a weak disorienting spray, unlucky for you, you're still alive and in my arms,’ she sexily seethed in triumph. I was my only weapon, but by offering everything else as a suspect the diversion worked. The hairspray remains fresh for 24 hours, so we have time together and I need more answers, everything is or could be too convenient and I can’t take any chances Lucus,’ she smiled, kissing him again.  

Joanne lowered him to the hardwood floor then left, returning with her clutch and an item from it.  She bent down over a dazed and unco-ordinated Lucas.  

‘It's best to lie still honey, my hairspray packs a potent punch, but that’s all it does, this is where my compact comes in,’ she smiled and opened it.  ‘You’ll notice something is missing, the applicator for the powder, that’s where I come in, I’m the applicator.  I simply press the centre, turn the lid and voila, tiny openings appear where the gold balls used to be.  A second touch will activate the jets to spray me in lavender powder.  Don’t go anywhere I’ll only be a minute.’

She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, her body a dusty lavender colour.  

‘My lavender powder may be an old fashioned weapon, but it never lets me down.  Fortunately for both of us, this isn’t poisonous.  I need answers and well dead men tell no tales and I need you to talk honey and you will eventually, once my lavender powder seeps into you.  Now we need to begin, which means me entwining you in my body.  What to use, are you partial to any particular knot or should I choose.  How about this one,’ Joanne smiled.  

‘I work quickly but smoothly Lucas, nothing forceful or unpleasant, I find men are much more willing to talk if the woman is seductive and slithering in her approach.’

Joanne kissed him as she worked, adjusting and sliding about until she relaxed and whispered into his ear.  

‘All finished Lucas.  Oh don’t worry about how loose you and I are.  I have just enough to hold you.  Over time you’ll do the rest to bring us together.  This is called The Sandpiper, non fatal, but when paired with a secondary weapon, its effectiveness is superb.  You cannot get free until I release you but your body will work against you and for me.  My hairspray makes muscle control hard, movement draws us deeper together giving my lavender powder more surface contact.  Of course I can always induce movement should you decide not to play nice, with my lips, tongue, nuzzles even my hot breath can move you.  Once enough of me is clinging to you my truth powder will begin to work, but until then if you want to tell me things you're free to do so or we can just wait, oh, you moved, perhaps it won’t be that long a wait.’  

Joanne did not just wait for movement, though she could have, being an active participant made things more fun.  How quickly, using just her body, touches and her smell could she get him to react naturally if they were a couple, rather than an enemy agent trapped in her body trying to resist her charms and cosmetics, some fought others activity embraced themselves quickly for the sheer erotic thrill of the predicament.  She wondered which type Lucas would end up being.  She had her money on resistance and she hoped she was correct, it was so much more fun and erotic that way.  

The TRIDENT spy kissed and nibbled his ear, her wet hot tongue tracing fiery outlines about his neck then converging on his ears as her head shifted sides frequently.

‘I’m a firm believer in balance Lucas,’ she said, caressing, her lips taking his for searing touches every so often. ‘Even drugged your lips are marvellous, this is a thrill ride.  Such a treat, why don’t you just tell me what I want to know now, then you avoid the consequences later, when you have to talk, won’t it be better, a soft me, versus a more hardened me.  Come to your senses Lucas, while you still have control of them,’ she honeyed.

Joanne moved closer with each minute, her scented body beginning to feel touches against his.  

‘Closer and closer, Lucas, I’m not sure what's more to blame, my drug or my actions.  I suppose it doesn't really matter, but I like to think it's me.  My kisses or my caresses maybe, perhaps my kisses or my tongue or even my warm breath coursing over you, could be the scent, it does tend to attract the male into closer contact and we are getting closer Lucas.  You can fight my siren embrace all you want, but it has you now, not fully, but enough that you couldn’t pull free now even if you wanted to, and I have no intention of letting you escape until I have what I want.’

The woman worked her magic, he resisted well, but futility, Joanne could feel her body being drawn against his more and more.  Initial contact only served to accelerate the process and his heart rate pumping her serum faster through his blood stream.   

‘At last, we’re together, only not in the way you probably suspected, and if I to be truthful and really that’s what we’re both here for, not in the way I would have wanted either, but we’re from opposites sides of the same coin, so greater needs always win out.  I’ll get a little tighter Lucas, not to worry, nothing fatal, it's just the way The Sandpiper works.  It gets into every crack and seam, nothing painful, after all you're being held in the world's softest applicator, a nude female.’

The Trident temptress continued her arousing attack.  Her body drew inward further and quicker now.  She was in no hurry, her powder was already being absorbed, time would loosen his will.

‘A little extra contraction on my part Lucas, we are now together fully and completely.  My lavender powder will overwhelm you in several minutes, you’ll be in a daze, unable to fight my honey coated voice.  You’ll answer even as you resist, not your fault, just answer baby,’ Joanne whispered in his ear followed by her first question.

Lucas struggled but he could not fight her drug, her body or the charms of the three headed sexy serpent coiled around him.  

‘There that’s everything I can think of, interesting, but I can’t trust this easily, not after so many years and encounters with FORCE.  You would be an amazing lover and I am very tempted to find out, but in our world that could be deadly.  You will, regretfully and I mean this, have to remain an unfulfilled fantasy, but at least I had the pleasure of conquering a good agent.  One final thing before I dress and leave.’ she softly explained, then kissed him a final time with her hands about his neck.  She pushed in with her fingers and ended the kiss.  ‘A parting pinch, of my nails, just enough left of them to temporarily induce a nerve pinch.  It will leave you immobile for many hours, long enough for me to escape.