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Never Part 1

‘Servants, tradespeople and riff raff always use the back door sweetie, you should be familiar with both

places by now, if you understand my meaning,’ Agent Wanda said, a vision in her white dress.

‘You sound jealous!  I don’t blame you for that, there is a lot to be jealous of,’ Agent Gemma responded.  ‘Take these legs for instance,’ she said, bending over and slowly pulling both hands up in a snaking motion.  From the angle to the top of my thigh, perfection.  They can freeze a man in place with a look and kill him in their embrace seconds later.  Of course I understand why an older, pardon me, what are they calling you these days, yes, mature agents such as yourself would only show off the lower portion of her legs.  It's the “C” word isn’t it, cellulite.  Best to keep your thighs hidden, but moving on.  I give you props for the dress, I didn’t know they made them with underwire, otherwise I can’t explain the lift.’

‘Those rants sound more like jealousy than critique, however, since we’re on this course, let’s run with it.  You dress and act to appeal to your target, sophistication is sexy and alluring and that is what his target is all about. Look at the place we're in front of, you stick out like a sore thumb,’ Wanda smiled.

‘Exactly, I’ll stand out and he’ll see that and pick me or rather I’ll let him think he picked me, I’m certain of that for two reasons, me and how amazing I am and second, you won’t be there,’ Gemma said, snapping a kick into the stomach of Wanda that doubled her over.

Gemma grabbed the heel of left stiletto, raising her leg high about her head showing off her flexibility.  She tensed, her poise and balance impressive, then released her grip, her leg smashing down on the back of Wanda.  

‘Not only beautiful but tough, you appear to be neither of those,’ Gemma said strutting around in Wanda then placing a heel on her back, a victory pose and a selfie followed.  ‘Come on old woman, time to play again,’ she said, picking Wanda up by her hair then arching her over her shoulder bouncing the woman so the torment on her spine was nearly unbearable.  ‘Now if you did yoga like me, you’d be in a better place, this would not hurt at all, but you're old and near the end of your career, let’s see if I can help that along,’ she added, bouncing up and down a little.

Wanda slipped further down Gemma’s back, the small of spine right on the top of her assailant's shoulder, the pain insane, but also an opportunity that the experienced agent took advantage of.  A crawled tensed and swept up from behind underneath the slit in the dress and directly around the pussy of the Geema.  Wanda’s nails turned and locked in place.   She just had enough time to flip herself over and behind Gemma as she was about to fall to the ground.  With Gemma on her knees both of Wanda’s arms wheeled over top from behind and stung about the large orbs of the spy.  

As Gemma’s eyes began to flicker and slowly roll back she heard Wanda’s menacing voice.

‘My Tiger Claw only knocks out an opponent.  For you my dear I have something planned, something you should be very good at if all that boosting wasn’t just that.  We’ll continue this soon.’

Gemma closed her eyes and fell over.