Vignettes of Tracy Dunhill
Vignette One
‘You can’t blame me for trying Max. I told you I live for kicks and what better kick can there be than using
the ultimate feminine weapon to deliver the softest and sweetest death. But, you were too clever for me
Max, but it wasn’t a total loss, I got to experience a kiss from the legendary Maxwell Smart,’ Tracey Dunhill
said in her usual breathy voice.
The Daughter of Kaos took a step back and turned away. She’d chosen this dress on purpose. She’d noticed on her visit to Max’s apartment that her legs worked particularly well on him, as they did on most men, so her thigh slit allowed him another look as she applied another strand to him from her web.
‘You’re not going anywhere Miss Dunhill except to prison,’ Max answered.
‘Of course Max, besides who could escape from the great Max Smart, even if they wanted to and I don’t. No, I was just going over here to get this napkin and wipe off my lipstick. Before we part I was hoping you’d do me the favour off another kiss, one I can carry with me to prison as a pleasant memory,’ Tracy added as she moved toward him, one leg flashing from the gown as she came to him, her siren motion freezing him as her arms wrapping around him, her kiss longer and more wonderful than before.
‘You Max just as I promised, my lips are harmless this time. I can’t say the same for my ring. I like my
jewellery to be functional and fatal. My ring, decorative, a mirror when I flip it open for applying my lipstick
and this little number,’ Tracy said in a sexy voice. A needle, filled with the same poison in my lipstick. Not
exactly a kiss of death Mr. Smart, but close enough,’ she smiled, watching him clutch his throat and fell to the floor.
Vignette Two
‘I can see why your Control’s # 1 agent Mr. Smart,’ Tracy said in her usual breathy voice, but tinged with a
very clear sexual desire for him. Tracy leaned back on the dress that contained her box of femme fatale
devices, her leg protruding from the thigh high slit in her evening gown that she saw him focus in. ‘Good,
he’s still interested,’ she smiled, picking a cocktail napkin and wiping her lips. ‘How about one for the road
Max? I won’t be able to see you for a long time. Maybe you could visit me in prison,’ Tracy added as she
pushed off the desk and into his arms, he having come closer to her, as she he he would.
‘My lipsticks gone Max, that however doesn’t mean I’m not dangerous. Let me show you how dangerously lovely my lips are. Kiss me Max,’ she said and he responded.
As a skilled seductress, she used the second kiss to totally entrance. Her first kiss didn’t need to be anything special, of course, but by any standard, it would still be considered scintillating from the male perspective. Tracy’s lips danced and slipped, holding Max to her for as long as she desired and required.
‘That was some kiss,’ Max said.
‘Yes, I do tend to have a hold on men once they get into my arms,’ Tracy smiled with a small shake of her head and her trademark victory smile. ‘And now part of my dress has a hold on you Max and unlike me it won’t let go. You see Max I anticipated you might have a trick up your sleeve to stop my kiss of death. Besides Max, a female Kaos agent always had a backup plan,’ she smiled. ‘Tell me Max is the boa from my dress holding you tighter than I did?’ Tracy smirked as Max’s hands grabbed about his neck. The Kaos agent spun elegantly away, one beautiful leg emerging from her dress as she did. The boa came off her dress and with a few moves around Max’s body she attached it all the way around and down his body.
‘There Max, now you get to experience me without me being here. That boa of mine is another of my fatal feminine follies. It will soon tighten to death, squeezing the life from your helplessly bound body. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my party, this time there is something to truly celebrate, the death of Maxwell Smart. Oh, I almost forgot,’ she added in her excited, aroused voice. ‘Goodbye Max,’ she said and kissed him again. ‘Consider that my kiss of death.’
Vignette Three
‘What better place to eliminate Maxwell Smart than in his own home,’ Tracy Dunhill explained.
‘How will you do it?’ the director asked.
‘That’s just what I’m going to work out now,’ she answered, opening her closet drawer next to her vanity. ‘You always lead with what works and my legs have always worked for me. Yes, the outfit is quite appealing especially when matched with a fur or two. That’s it,’ Tracey smiled, picking out a pair of shoes.
‘Hello Max,’ Tracy said at his door. ‘May I come in?’
Like the true seductress she is, Tracy walked past Max, but just close enough for him to smell her and almost taste her lips. Her cool confident walk caught him in its tow pulling Max right across from her as she sat down elegantly crossing her legs as she went.
‘I wanted to thank you Max and invite you to a party I’m having tonight, you’ll be my guest of honour. Please say you’ll come Max, I promise to make it a night you’ll never forget. I sense you and I are somewhat the same, love danger, kicks, I bet we could have some fun together,’ she enthused, her speech becoming more rapid and breathy as she went along. She also leaned in to him, drawing Max closer to her. ‘I want to make a point of showing you off,’ Tracy said, swinging her leg over a smile crossing her face. ‘You see my point Max,’ she said, getting up. ‘And you feel it. A retractable poison needle Max. I think I’ve made my point here,’ she smiled. ‘This is payback for you killing my father. Oh, and you can skip my party.’
Vignette Four
‘That’s just what I’m to decide now,’ Tracey said, as she pushed a button on her bookcase opening a secret pane; She retrieved a box and sat down at her desk.
‘Mmm, yes and no,’ she mused. ‘I want something more exotic, more personal,’ she added with a smile, taking something in her hand. ‘Lipstick!’
‘Yes, this one is the protective undercoating,’ Tracy explained coating her lips in the creamy concoction.
‘And this,’ she added, the excitement in her voice erotic. Is the poison lipstick. What better way to finish
Maxwell Smart than with a kiss of death. Feeling him slip from my arms. It has kicks, excitement and me.’
‘How can you be sure Smart will go for your trap?’ he asked,
‘Please just as you can’t refuse my authority on this matter, no man can refuse me. Well no man who’s breathing and after my kiss Maxwell Smart no longer will,’ she smiled a sinister sexy grin.
That party was in full swing when Max arrived and Tracy greeted him, instructing him to go to her private office when she would join him shortly as she just needed to freshen up.
The Kaos agent removed herself to the small powder room to apply her means of death.
‘Here I am Max,’ Tracy said, coming into the room taking him into her arms for a kiss.
She knew by experience just how to fully and effectively administer the poisonous lipstick. A slow kiss, her lips in constant motion, it kept him interested and allowed her to evenly coat his lips ensuring maximum penetration and skin exposure.
‘Goodbye Maxwell Smart. I hate to kiss and run but I have a party to attend and you have to die. Yes, my kiss of death Max, poisonous lipstick and you’ve had a full dose, expertly administered.
‘Except it didn’t penetrate my skin. Plastic lips,’ he said, ripping them off.
Tracy smiled, not a surprised or annoyed one, but an amused one. ‘Yes, I thought that might be the case,’ she said, going over to her desk and retrieving a file. Kaos sent me a report of male agents using them. Seems we female agents had become too found or obvious using it far too much,’ she explained closing the report.
‘But I’m A Daughter of Kaos and as such I have access and priority of advanced weapons development. That lipstick of mine, the latest from Kaos Labs. It contains microscopic granules razor sharp. With just the right pressure and movement of my lips they tear imperceptible holes in your protection allowing my poisonous kiss to do its deadly deed Max.’
Tracy smiled as he clutched his throat and fell at her feet.
‘Just like all the other men I knew.’
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