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Eunice Gray’s instinct told her Wendy Hammond was not all she said she
was. True she was good at her job the little she’d done, but was just
intuition. A search of her desk had turned up nothing and that in and of
itself had turned up something. Of course, Eunice Gray was not all she
presented either. An agent of LEG (Ladies Espionage Guild) she had
been in Yangon for several years protecting Western Interests while
maintaining her cover.
‘It takes one to know one my dear,’ she said, recalling how she’d
ended up in her current location.
.
***
Eunice Gray had been specially selected for the assignment.
‘You have all the requisite skills,’ her department head had told her.
‘Excellent multi-discipline fighting skills. Your reflexes are those of a
much smaller agent.’
Eunice knew this meant a thinner, more classic spy gal type, but she
took the compliment with no offence.
‘Your outstanding record is only part of why we picked you. In fact,
you were my only candidate. You possess a vivacious personality that
translates into a dynamic sex appeal that only grows with your looks
and of course that body, perfect for this location’
‘What do you mean by that?’ Eunice asked.
‘Asian men will find you quite irresistible.’
‘It was not only the men,’ Eunice recalled bringing herself back to reality.
She decided tomorrow was another day and she had somewhere to be
tonight.
***
Eunice came out of the shower and dried off, a cool shower in the night
heat was welcome. She powdered herself and moved to the bedroom, she
had a party to attend.
As she did her make up she again reflected on what LEG had said about
picking her and it had proved to be true. She was an excellent agent before
but she shone here, her body was the perfect weapon against the slender
opponents she encountered. The men found her as foretold, irresistible.
That didn’t mean she didn’t have to be careful. A well-trained Asian male
made a worthy even deadly adversary and she was a prize. She touched
her ass as a reminder of that fact.
Eunice got up and stretched; she was still feeling the effects of a Vietnamese
Anal Stinging Worm from an encounter last week. She’d also be captured
in Paired Spreading Butterfly, two males coiled about her and stretching her
to her limit while orgasming her.
She was the perfect 12, a steel hard body with supple soft curves, long legs,
she used expertly in attack and defence. Men, as mentioned, found her
irresistible and she used it to deadly results. An array of weapons made her
lethal in or out of bed.
***
‘Do me a favour General,’ Eunice said, leaning forward just a touch. ‘Put
your hand up my skirt,’ she said in a casual voice.
‘His eyes widened just a little and his face flushed, but the look in her eye
and on her face was serious, so he willingly obliged.
‘Further,’ she smiled as his hand slid further up her thigh from its starting
point just above her knee.
‘Still further all the way up, as far as you can go without giving away what
you’re doing, ‘she said calmly.
He was only too happy, he’d been fantasising what her legs felt like most
of the night, since he saw her in her white shirt and matching heels and now
he knew and it was better than he could have ever imagined.
‘Yes, there,’ Eunice said as he looked surprised. ‘Now, slowly pull it out,
release the safely and put your hand on your lap.
His face said everything, but Eunice was ready.
‘There’s an assassin dressed as a waiter, he’ll be coming this way with an
order soon, be ready, I’ll tell you when.’
‘How do you know?’
‘It’s part of my job, besides he wasn’t here earlier, I made a note of all the
staff, and no one comes to work halfway through the evening rush no matter
what the country, they want the whole night and all the tips it can bring. He’s
coming, no food but a tray flat against his chest to conceal the gun, again, no
waiter carries an empty tray like that, against their body, too unhygienic, even
for Americans. Get ready, 10 feet away, now!’ Eunice said calmly.
The General was up in a flash, turned and levelled the gun then fired. For a
second all was quiet, then the place exploded in screaming, rush feet,
overturned furniture and crashing of dishes as the patrons all ran for the exit,
only Eunice and the general and few too shocked to move people remained.
The LEG spy quickly got to her feet and took her gun from the general.
‘See,’ she said pointing at the gun by the dead would-be waiter, then slipped
her arm about his.
The police didn’t seem to want to question the General, they mostly saluted
and made scarce. Eunice and he left the place and stepped outside into the
crowd that had gathered and the light of flash bulbs. Eunice
unhooked her arm and walked over to a point at the edge of the crowd.
‘Next time you want to watch your handiwork will be your last,’ she smiled
to a woman then turned to rejoin her date, hooking her arm back into his as
she looked at the woman.
***
The General was one of Eunice’s assignments, but he had become more
than that. The sex was fantastic for sure but the trust made it wonderful
and that night was no exception. She had others, some just information,
others, time spent, a few causal lovers. She worked for LEG, but she also
did work for the general and his associates, skillfully playing both sides
to her and his advantage, at times, his times, to keep him loyal.
Eunice brought the General to full attention. He clearly wanted her and
she him, she resisted his pulls and settled, her tongue slowly snaking
about his pulsing monolith as he moaned and jerked on the bed. He
was delightfully sweet and she could drive him crazy this way until
she decided to release him and crawl up and do the exact same thing
with her other set of lips, his hands squeezing, rolling and pulling her
buxom ass.
He didn’t last long, the first or the second time. She released and kissed
up his body finding his lips where they settled and stayed while he
recovered.
‘Just let me do what I do best baby,’ she said after two wonderful
sessions, but she wanted another and in truth so did he, but she had to
bring him up to it.
‘This is new,’ she said between nips of his lips from Eunice.
‘Thai Brush, I’ve been saving it,’ she breathed heavily and hotly into
his ear as her hips danced and pulled.
He hardened quickly in her brush then orgasms took them together,
two bodies twisted and contorting, fusing and separating as they
moaned and yelled in joy. Eunice’s very lethal hips slamming
snapping, her grip drawing every last ounce from him as he
struggled to stay conscious in her embrace, her efforts rewarded
as she orgasmed again then fell into his arms, his hips pushing
until she stopped quivering in pleasure. They lay together for
hours, small touches and kisses affirming their bond.
‘There’s a new girl in the office, her name is Wendy Hammond.
She’s far too pretty and far too young to be here,’ Eunice said as
they lay together, arms entwined about each other.
‘You sound a little, if I may say, jealous,’ he answered.
‘Concerned, would have been the word I would have chosen.
She’s not what she seems to be, a woman can tell.’
‘Especially a woman with your resume,’ he added.
‘Yes, but also, a man with yours. Balance is something we
both want to achieve, I think she’s more interested in one side
of the ledger, if you follow,’ Eunice countered.
‘I will look into her discreetly, of course, but I do take
exception to one thing you said,’ he added, then waited until
her head tilted up to look at him. ‘You’re far too beautiful to
be here as well.’
‘I notice you didn’t include young in that statement,’ Eunice
smiled in a fun way.
‘Experience, when employed creatively, is eternal youth and
you Miss Gray, always shine with the bloom of youth,’ he added.
Eunice smiled, kissed his cheek then shifted herself on top. ‘You’re
rested, how about a little more of my youthful experience? Are you
up for it? Yes, you are I see,’ smiled, shifting her hips.
***
‘I’ve left your work for the week on your desk, minus anything
urgent that may come up and around here something always comes
up,’ Eunice smiled. ‘Oh, some of your work will require the use of a
vehicle.
I’ve requisitioned one for you, an old jeep, reliable, but no air
conditioning,’ she added.
Wendy just thanked her in that polite southern drawl and smiled.
‘Here are the finished reports and analysis that require no field work.
I’m about to embark on that right now.'
Would you by chance have a map of the city? I declare in my short
time here I have not had the time to acquaint myself with the city
proper,’ Wendy added.
‘I anticipated that Miss Hammond, it's on the seat of the jeep waiting
for you along with instructions. As I explained before, I’m here to help
you in any way I can. Especially in tracking you about the city,’ she
added that last part in silence.
Wendy took off in the jeep tying a colourful polka dot scarf about her
hair to keep her look. ‘After all, I always want to be pretty as a peach
whenever possible.’
She went through the city, checking the map regularly, making notes,
both written and mental about places and locations. The jeep was
perfect for the narrow street and its tight turning radius made it ideal
for alleys and sharp corners. She did her official work, checking it
with contacts, noting changes and using her charm, it seemed like a
blonde woman in S.E. Asia drew attention, something Wendy took
full advantage of getting bits of information from her official contacts.
‘Now that my official work has been completed I can look under the
rhubarb to see what's there,’ she thought, getting into the jeep and
driving off.
K.I.S.S. had sent her only to work at the embassy, but to find out about
certain trading companies and their connection to the embassy and its staff.
The interest of certain parties taking or retaining control of the government
had implications not only for commercial enterprises but also regional
stability and spheres of influence. To all parties that Wendy was connected
with it seemed the sides, and there were more than two all ebbed back and
forth with no one or two gaining any clear advantage as should be expected
in such a struggle. Key figures from all sides mysteriously died, but always,
that careful balance was maintained. She was here to find out who was
behind it and to upset that balance in favour of her employers. Her first
stop was the port and a certain wharf warehouse.
Wendy parked the jeep in a concealed corner and ventured toward an open
door, her eyes darting about. Men and machines were busy down the pier
unloading a freighter, they using the large cargo doors at the far end.
She picked her time, then slipped inside the second set of doors close to her.
Inside she was thankful for the poor and high up fluorescent lighting, it
provided the perfect shade for her to sink into corner darkness and
remain unnoticed. Rows and rows of tall storage racks jammed with
every kind of good imaginable greeted her, she grabbed a handing pry
bar and began She looked about, searching for something that seemed
out of place according to where it should be, something that just didn’t
belong, such as crates marked perishable, medical or much too expensive
to the left.
‘Hold your horses,’ she exclaimed after a while. ‘I do declare, this may
be what I’m after,’ she added, carefully working the wooden lid open.
‘Heavens to Betsy! I’ve only been here a short spell but I can say without
a doubt the last item this country is more Buddha statues. No offence
Bhagavan,’ she said to the three foot statue, one of three across the top
row of the crate. ‘As I suspected,’ she smiled, trying to lift one of them.
‘She smashed the porcelain statue open and smiled. ‘Well. if that don’t
beat all.’ The spy took a few pictures with her pocket camera then made
her way back to the jeep, careful not to be seen and made for another
location on her unofficial list. It was the same result, though different
goods at each of her last stops.
***
‘You come highly rated and recommended by Interpol Lt. Soe,’ Wendy
said several hours later in the Central District Police Stations Lt’s office.
He had in fact been vetted as their best contact. Young, honest,
ambitious and not afraid to stick his nose into things.
‘You can call me Aung. These pictures are very intriguing. I’m not going
to ask how you knew how to find and locate these, those questions can come
later or not at all, if we play our cards right. I think we understand each
other,’ he said looking at her with a smile Wendy found very appealing.
‘We do indeed Aung and you can call me Wendy,’ she smiled back. ‘I
have a few men I can trust with helping me, but they are all involved in
other matters at the moment and to pull them away,’ he explained.
‘No need to explain further. My daddy was a detective in New Orleans,
I follow quite well. That just leaves you and me then. Two peas in a pod,’
she said. Shall we get going, ‘I assure you Aung, I’m more than able to
fend for myself,’ she smiled. ‘But, I’m sure you knew that, the gentlemanly
hesitancy is appreciated though,’ she smiled.
***
Everything was as Wendy had explained and shown him in the pictures.
Aung radioed in calls for police at each location, Their last stop was the
first one Wendy had been to. Again, it was as she had said, his admiration
for her growing. As they came back to his car to radio in the found
unwelcome company. Aung pulled his badge and flashed it about.
‘That plow don't scythe with this crowd sugar,’ Wendy said. Aung heard
a strange mix of excitement in her voice as she came around to face the
five of them.
‘You boys should run along home to Mama before y’all he hurt,’
Wendy smiled.
One made a run at her, a crowbar high in his left hand. Lt. Soe
watched the man stop, drop the crowbar, it clanged off the
pavement with that sharp ringing tone then, he fell to his
knees. Wendy’s left leg snapped around his neck then twisted,
a sharp crack replaced the sound of the dissipating metal, she
released and he fell dead.
‘A Rooster one day and a Feather duster the next. Although a
rooster that can’t do what roosters are around to do is only got
for the pot,’ she smiled, brushing off the top of her shoe where
kicked him in the sack so fast no one had seen it.
‘Now boys, y’all what to be courtly about this and dance with me
at the cotillion one at a time or do you want to make this a country
square dance,’ she smiled as they looked confused for a moment
then attacked.
Her heel point jabbed just at the top of the knee of the first one
to reach her. He buckled, wincing in pain, his facial expression
changed as her foot, from a spinning roundhouse smashed into
the side of his face, sending him flying away with a broken jaw
and a few teeth missing. The second was sent head over heels
into the air from the straight front kick, his jawbone being driven
into his skull from the force. If he had any intentions of getting
up, a sharp kick to his nuts as she walked past him ended that,
his face beet red as he screamed in pain then spasmed and passed
out.
The third tried a swing with a metal pipe and missed as stepped
back then forward using his momentum the spy hip tossed him
to the pavement where a sharp kick to his Adam’s Apple from the
toe of her pump smashed it. Wendy left him to slowly gurgle and
clutch his neck as he drowned in his own blood.
The fourth, her arm caught swinging at her. She reversed it into
an arm bar then placed her other arm behind his at the elbow,
pushed and snapped his, it left dangling like a pendulum swinging
back and forth. As he screamed she twisted his head around with
her hands, he fell dead at her feet.
‘My word, such a commotion. I’m glad that ruckus has ceased,’ she
said, turning her attention to the fifth, who, seeing the carnage,
dropped his pipe and ran.
‘No, let him go, he’s no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond.’
she smiled. ‘Besides a little panic in the ranks is not a bad thing,
for us,’ she said looking at him. ‘Goodness, I must look a fright after
that,’ she added.
‘I will cover this whole thing up, you were never here,’ he said.
I want you to know what you’re getting into here,’ Wendy said. She
had barely gotten the word out when he kissed her, pulling her close
and she him into her.
‘Well I declare Lt. Soe, you are a very forward man, not that I’m
affronted by that. It’s good to know where I stand, lay or any
other position I can think of with you. Now enough talk, as we
say down my way, gimme some sugar.’
