The Right fit for the Task Part One

 A reader requested a story with a certain means of

execution.  This is just the first part of the story. There will

be five parts in all, separate stories but the same theme. 

Hope you enjoy them.

‘You went about it the wrong way.  You know the expression, the right toll for the job and clearly this agent,

as impressive as she is, does not have the right tool for this particular job,’ Cindy Krutzler, Head of Force

Curve Section smiled from behind her desk.

‘That’s why the ball has now been bounced into your court,’ Claire Baxter, Head of Force, smiled back.  ‘I

tried to let this be handled through normal channels. Don’t take offense, you know why I mean, a hands off

approach to agent selection.  Well, they had their chance, now I’m coming to the expert because we need

results and your ladies always deliver.’

Five targets, one per woman, well let’s see who we have available that will match the needs of the mission,’ Cindy said, pulling out the key data for each target using that algorithm to match to the pool of Plus or Curve agents Force had available.  ‘Well right off the bat you hit the jackpot.  Sharon Sharpe, Force’s best and deadliest agent.

Roz Downing, you have the ace and the King showing.  Sexy, stylish, like all my agents,lethal.  She doesn’t

miss.

‘Joanne Childs came to the Force late but has fit right in, a natural, impressive record since being activated, yes she will do perfectly for your needs.’

‘Cara Tamblyn, our newest agent, young, energetic, excellent instincts for an agent so new, reminds me of

Sharon only she may turn out to be better in the long run,’

‘Finally, Avery Baskins, if you want ruthlessness mixed with high octane sexual fire, this is your lady.  You can guess looking at the picture how she likes to finish her opponents, methods right up your alley in terms of these missions.  

Mission One - Sharon Sharpe

‘You don’t change something that works, well, maybe just a few things,’ Sharon smiled as she slipped the passcard into the reader for his suite.  The card looked just like the hotel's one thanks to Force Labs, only this one used an algorithm to obtain the actual code and embed it onto the chip.

The door unlocked in a few seconds, she silently slipped inside the only noise the click of the heels of her white pumps on the tile floor as she peered about the large open room.  A bar was to the left side back about 12 feet.  It was on the other side of a small but nicely appointed kitchen.  Straight ahead was a door she explored and found it to be a small powder room, hidden from the main living area by a small hallway, a column and a left indent of a tiny hallway.  Over across to the right led a hallway down to the bedroom.  

Sharon walked back to the bar, studied it and the too high barstools then walked over to the living area passing a replica of a Greek statue against another pillar.  

‘Plenty of chairs and this sofa might be fun, but I think the bar offers the best direct view of me and first impressions are lasting ones,’ she smiled, slipping out of her heels, unzipping her skirt, removing her hose, then her lingerie.  She neatly folded them, placing the garments on the bar top before slipping back on her heels.  She made herself a drink then pulled herself up onto a stool, her legs cascading down, the heels hooked into one of the steel rings that supported the chair.  The effect displaying her long legs, their shapeliness, tone and just the way she was seated the promise of more as the front just covered her paradise.

‘I’ll add unobservant to our mission report,’ Sharon remarked as he came into the suite in his speedo with a towel over his shoulder. About time too, I was beginning to think I’d be drinking alone, but that view of yours is intoxicating all by itself, who needs the alcohol.   

‘Really, now,’ she smiled, showing no other reaction as he pulled his pistol on her.  You can clearly see I’m unarmed as well, but if you’d care to pat me down, I wouldn’t object.  My gun and my ID are in my clutch, it's open there next to most of my clothes.  I thought the shirt and heels should stay on for modesty, well until we’re better acquainted,’ Sharon explained in a sultry purr than had his cock pounding to the beat of her voice.

He, Sharon knew him as Lex Banning, if that indeed was his real name or just one of many covers he used as a Trident agent, that was the more important identifier.  What was more important was that he bought her cover as a Trident agent, she didn’t want to overplay her hand with a seduction, she could do it but it would be short and well, sometimes the long seduction is warranted.  He walked over to her clutch, his eyes on her curves then the clutch as he came round the bar and she turned to watch him spill the contents on the counter and handle each item.

‘Knockout lipstick, Mascara dart gun, special nail file, compact with built in spool of strangulation wire, a tracker when you push the top, spin the bottom case it separates releasing the knife blades so each part becomes a throwing star, my scent very mind numbing if you follow, those are just mints, I like fresh breath,’ Sharon smiled and popped one in her mouth.  ‘And of course my id, fake on the surface but you know that,’ she added as he popped it in the bar fridge to let it cool.

‘As we waited for my ID to cool and reveal the real me, so to speak, what do you propose we do to pass the time,’ Sharon smiled just as a wet bar towel found her lips for a tender wipe.

‘Excellent idea, who knows what substance might be coating my lips, perhaps even a lethal one, sweetly administered of course anywhere I desire.  I suppose you want my ring,’ she added, slipping it off.  ‘You touch the third diamond and viola, a needle, it isn’t loaded.  I was hoping for a prick of another kind.  I’ll save you the time, since we have a few more minutes,’ she smiled, popping her legs up on the counter, crossed at the ankles.  

Sharon’s eyes held his, he could have just removed her classic white pumps instead his hands ran down her thighs, over her knees and swirled about her calves before pulling them off.  

‘I don’t mind you taking the long way to do things,’ she smiled then continued.  ‘Turn the heel points to your left.  That is a spare lipstick, yes, this one is definitely deadly, one kiss in fact.  I like to use it after sex.  Clean up, get dressed, do my make up and then a sweet goodbye kiss, literally.  That heel has a hidden small knife.  Perfect for those long kisses that induce a leg bend, a simple reach back of my arm, turn the tip and well you know the outcome.  Turn the point back, apply hard pressure like a stamp and out of one shoe a blade, great for fighting with.  The other holds three small but very effective darts, toxin or poison of choice optional, accurate to 20 feet.  Refills are hidden in either the lipstick or mascara case,’ she calmly explained setting her legs down.  ‘Well I think my ID should be cooled off by now, can\t say I am,’ she smiled, her intentions taken.

‘There you see,’ she smiled.  ‘It’s me.  Now why don’t you stop playing with that and come here,’ Sharon said, getting up from the stool and leaning on the edge of the counter between him and the living room behind her.  

She went to slip her arms around his neck, but he pinned them to her side as they kissed,  Sharon danced her tongue inside his mouth before slowly withdrawing it.  

‘Can’t say this is my favourite clinch, but I’m not going to complain with a kiss like that,’ she exhaled as her lips nipped him in small kisses before she smiled and took him again.

The flats of her feet rubbed slowly against his ankles before he hoisted her up, allowing them to stroke his toned calves,her body pressing and squirming against his.  

‘We’re just two pieces of clothing away from a partnership,’ Sharon smiled.  ‘Right now, I don’t care where it is, I want you inside me,’ she added.  

She had just finished when she heard the air whistle with two distinct “THEW,THEW” sounds then felt something impact the back of her shirt. She smiled as his arms relaxed as he fell to the floor.

‘I noticed this one the way in, clever disguise, but my years as an agent told me it was more than it seemed, as am I.  Sharon Sharpe, FORCE agent, Curve or Plus if you prefer, section.  My one piece of kit I neglected to mention, but in fairness you never asked about either, my shirt,’ the spy purred and she straddled and lowered herself on top of him the bulge in his speedo accelerating to full extension and hardness.  

‘It's soft, fashionable, fits me perfectly and covers me just right.  Much like Nancy Kovack in The Silencers only her shirt wasn’t bullet or dart proof and mine is.  So those nasty darts from that statue behind me couldn’t finish me.  Now as I mentioned, besides the aesthetics of the shirt it also has an external coating that’s quite toxic.  In this case a muscle relaxant, all we had to do was hold each other and let the toxin penetrate your skin,’ Sharon smiled and explained as she teased him with kisses.  

‘I do want to feel you inside me, as I said, maybe just not in a way you might want.  Good, you're coming out of the drug, it only lasts for a few minutes.  But while you're coming out you’ll also be going in,’ she added, shifting herself around on his torso and pulling down his speedo.

Sharon placed the soft underside of her feet against the sides of his head then slowly lowered her ass over his face.  Her hips shymied about, bobbing up and down as she sealed his face into her cheeks.  He bucked in panic, the motion only fluidly drawing her around him more.  As his body thrashed and twisted she lowered her mouth and enveloped his prong.

What had been panic turned into a frenzy of muffled moans and grunts.  His face further fell into her welcoming and sealing embrace as his cock throbbed and pulsated inside her mouth, each twitch telling her how close he was.  

Sharon took him to the edge, then backed off, making him expel energy and air without the reward.  She clenched her stomach muscles and pushed down while her tongue danced about his tip, hurried pulls mixed with slow glides as he slammed beneath her his breathing slowing rapidly.  A few deep thrusts fixed his face.  Sharon cupped her arms under his knees and pulled them up allowing her to sit up straight, the full wonder of her lethal ass now in total play as his body began to spasm.  Again she pulled him to the brink, held him on the edge then backed away.  A final time as he used the last of his energy.  She sucked and bathed with her tongue then pulled away watching a small droplet seep out and cascade down one side of his head.  

‘So close,’ Sharon smiled, then thrust her hips left then tight a satisfying crack from both actions bringing a smile to her face.  She leaned forward and waited for her seal to be broken around his face.  Free, she dressed, found the intel FORCE was after and left.