The Right fit for the Task - Part 3

‘He’s an illusive agent, but I have a lead.  A massage place.  No it’s professional,

not that other kind, well, maybe a little high end like that kind of place.  He has a

masseuse he likes to frequent, perhaps she knows something.  Men tend to talk

too much when under the caressing administrations of a skilled woman, so I

booked myself a massage with her, let's see what she knows, innocent or otherwise,’

Force Plus agent Cara Tamblyn explained as she walked along a street in Bangkok.  

Cara walked into the establishment, which from the outside appears to be a well appointed spa, the inside was no different, but Cara, having been stationed in S.E. Asia since becoming an agent 2 years ago knew things weren’t always what they appear and in this case she suspected the Trident agent she was after came here for more than just a massage.  Getting involved with female agents from your own organisation and vice versa was not banned in Force but it was discouraged because it led to misplaced loyalties and could and had in some cases compromised missions.  Outsiders, well still dangerous unless they were vetted, which many weren’t, were always better.  Cara suspected this woman, a rather beautiful young woman, was not vetted.  

Escorted down the hall and into a private room, Cara locked the door as the masseuse had her own entrance.  There was no table, only a soft mat on the floor which told her her suspicions had been correct about it being something a little more.

‘Very plush and comfy,’ she said, touching it.  There was a tray with oils against the wall, within reaching distance.  

Cara opened the large shoulder strap purse she’d brought along and got down to business.  First removing, folding, then placing her clothes neatly in one corner amongst other things.  She lowered herself to the mat leaving her undergarments on.  She turned her head as the door opened giving the woman she desired a look that said more than words ever could.  

The woman introduced herself as Ploy. Stunning in looks and body Cara guessed she was in her mid thirties.  Her hair, unlike most Thai women, was a Bobb cut because of the work she did.  She warmed her hands then generously drizzled an oil between her fingers and onto Cara’s back, skilled hands soon went to work as the Force spy closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. 

After about 5 minutes and a few adjustments of her body indicating she was looking for more.  Her bra was undone with a feather light touch and slipped off, a kiss to her ear offering near future closeness. 

‘I’m Cara,’ she offered, tilting her head and returning a more promising kiss.  

‘Ploy,’ the woman said, reciprocating the kiss.  ‘Normally I charge more for this type of session, but I think we can both benefit from this encounter.’  She continued to massage Cara, fingers pressing and running up and down her long legs and arms, into her back and neck them up about her temples, frequent and wonderful nips of her lips to Cara’s adding to the delight.

‘I’m flattered and I hope I don’t disappoint you,’ Cara answered with a succulent kiss of her own.

‘From what I’ve heard about you Miss Tamblyn, that is impossible.  Oh, please, don’t look so surprised and also don’t move if you don’t want things to become more tense than they are for you,’ Ploys added with a nip to Cara’s lips.  ‘My massage is just relaxing enough so this firm body of yours with what I’m sure are very dangerous and deadly muscles, but not so much that you lack the ability to move but as I said you’ll want to control that as my Bangkok Body Rub Knot does have a nasty tendency to contract with movement even small motions and is deadly even to a Plus if applied to its conclusion,’ she hummed in Cara’s ear as her tongue played about.  ‘Now Miss Tamblyn, tell me what is a Force agent doing in a M.I.L.F. establishment?’ Ploy asked.  

‘We’re after a frequent client of yours, he’s on our termination list and I was sent to do the mission.  I thought since you’ve had frequent contact with him you might be able to provide me with intel.  I didn’t imagine it would be this intimate,’ Cara smiled.  

Ploy kissed Cara, her tongue darting inside her mouth and playing causing Cara to react and her masseuse to contract.  ‘I did warn you Miss Tamblyn.  What makes you think M.I.L.F. would give up such a valuable asset as him to you when we can get so much more out of him as I have been for these past months?’ she asked, nuzzling her client then kissing her.  

Cara willingly accepted the kiss, Ploy was incredibly sexy and her body was exciting.  The scent of heated oils filled the room as the women glowed.

‘You can be part of the mission,’ Cara explained as she nipped Ploy’s lips.  Both of us wrapped about him, we could take our time, get everything in one session.’  The Plus twitched and Ploy cinched with a smile. 

‘I can do that myself, I don’t need you and sharing, why that’s not our thing, even if we are on the same side most of the time.  No, I prefer my method, I know it works as I’m sure it will on you.  It will be interesting to find out what information you can tell me Miss Tamblyn.’  

‘I think we’d make a great team, double knots are very sensual, both for the victim and the applicators,’ Cara said in her voice trying to convince.  

The masseuse lowered her head to Cara’s cheek and nibbled her neck as Cara flinched and gasped.  Cara felt herself being constricted, Ploy hissing in a low tone that only added to the erotism.  The duo kissed as one body reacted to the other until Ploy, assured of her knots tightness, rocked herself deeper in eliciting moans for Cara as she was compressed and drawn stiff.   

‘Now is the time to talk Miss Tamblyn, the pain will be too great within the hour and shortly after that you’ll be dead,’ Ploy offered her kisses as enticing as ever.  ‘Good, I’d hoped you’d refuse, it makes breaking you all that much sweeter.’

Cara gasped and moaned in low tones as time passed slowly, only the honeyed sugar of Ploy’s lips soothed the agony until slowly and with a kiss of her own she slipped free.  

She gathered Ploy into her arms and kissed her.  ‘I switched the oils before we started.  I thought you might be up to something and I was right.  So instead of being relaxed you're rather stiff,’ Cara smiled seeing her paralysis oil’s full effects.  ‘Now for a little kiss and tell,’ she added, reaching into her hair bun and extracting a lipstick to give her lips a coating before putting it back in place.  ‘I hope you fight my truth serum, you're an amazing kisser.’

Cara worked out only what she needed from Ploy regarding her target then left her stiff in the room.  She had another date that afternoon.  

^^^

The gym was a little public for her mission, but it was perfect for getting his attention.  As she worked out, her eyes locked on his, her look getting hungrier and wanton as she watched his body and he watched hers. As her body started to glisten she could see his interest peaking as well as another part of his.  

‘I’m finished with this part of my workout, but I find it's always best to save a little energy for the rest of my day, you might want to consider that,’ Cara purred as paused by his workout station on her way to the shower.

‘You’re very direct,’ he said. 

‘Why waste time when you see something you like.  That just eats into the time to enjoy it.  I was just getting in a workout before my flight leaves and I have a few hours to spare before I must be on my way.  By chance or not I’m staying in the hotel across the street, instead of showering here perhaps you’d like to upgrade your membership,’ she smiled.

^^^

The door had barely closed to her suite and he was all over her. His skill was evident as she was quickly aroused, but this was Cara’s game and in spite of your young age she was extremely skilled sexually.  Her lips took control while hands seized and took control of his rapidly engorging stem.  

‘God you’re huge,’ she said, pulling down, first, his shorts, then her leggings and guiding him into her wet and willing pussy.  A few pushes and she secured him arching her hips to take the pressure off her clitoris. She rocked and swayed, gripping his cock in a firm stroking dance as she led him to climax.

While his body rattled in pleasure, Cara, with expert ease and confidence rolled them over putting her on top adjusting his stem inside her and driving him even deeper as she took total control.  Her hips twisted and circled as she kissed him, her wet hot tongue probing inside his mouth setting him on fire with searing flicks and long runs.  The spy could feel his throbbing cock was on the verge again, her body feeling his for the moment he stilled just before climax.  Cara arched up on her forearms, her stomach muscles carrying her leverage while her fingers gripped the top of her leggings.  A final kiss and a special thrust from her hips delivered him to pleasure and into her trap!

Cara sprung forward, pushing off with her feet while her hands stretched open her leggings.  As she vaulted forward his head slipped under the stretchy garment.  She rolled them onto their sides, her body now inverted to his she slither down sealing his face against her pussy as her powerful legs wrap around his torso pinning them together.  She rolled them over putting all her weight on top to easily hold him in place.  

‘There is an escape and of course you know it Trident Agent,’ Cara purred in sexual tones.  ‘Orgasm the female again and again until she weakens and releases you.  But that is the standard method, against a Plus it's another matter as you know.’

Pluses generally had higher sexual resistance and strength than standard agents, meaning screwing them to weakness or even death, as in some knotting styles was very hard to do, but Cara had no intention of letting him get that far.

Cara closed her eyes as his tongue parted her labia, searching and finding her magic button quickly.  

‘I can see and oh, feel, your very well trained Trident agent, Thai Stick, one of my favourite caresses,’ she said in a short breathy voice.

She resisted cumming, making him work, her hips pulling up or shifting to free her clitoris before allowing him to find it again.  She came finally, a warm wonderful long shuddering embrace of pleasure surged through her.  Cara’s hips tensed, the pressure letting him know who was in control.  She kept it up for the second one orgasm, just as wonderful as the first.  She could feel the wet seal gripping his face and her paradise together.  She wanted one more and allowed him some freedom to explore and work, her desire more than rewarded several minutes later as a loud and wonderful low moan filled the room her hips tipping up and down before just at the end she flipped herself about replacing her pussy with her ass,

‘Sorry baby, but duty calls,’ she smiled working him between her cheeks, her wonderful ass relaxing as she shimmied then contracting to seal as her legs again snaked around his torso to hold him.  ‘Nothing escapes my ass or my legs sugar, they are a lethal combination.

He struggled valiantly, subtly at first then as air was reduced by her increasing seal much more frantically.  Every part of a female spy’s anatomy is a weapon, a Plus spy’s ass being exceptionally more lethal than the standard female agents. An escape from one is impossible.

His feet began to kick the motion allowing Cara’s ass to be pulled down deeper.  Arms began to flail.  She grabbed them and knotted them into her, her shoulder and upper back muscles loving the workout and the power and dominance she had over the helpless male.  

She pushed down as he weakened, rocking back and forth to further deeper his embrace.  Cara had finished targets with a simple neck snap from her cheeks at this point but instead she took the long option, punishment for what he had done to some of her sister agents.

‘You’re running out of fight honey.  I saw you eyeing my ass during the workout, probably wondering what it would feel like to squeeze and cup, well, how does it feel,’ she mocked.

Slowly over five minutes he sagged then stopped all motion.  Cara however remained sealed and pressed further, her senses now focused on listening to his body, her fingers on his wrist feeling for a pulse. 

Satisfied she added the coup de gras, her ass snap of his neck to a most satisfying crack and smile to her face as a geyser of ghism welled up before her eyes.

'It appears you weren't all done after all, pity you couldn't enjoy your last climax but never let it be said Cara Tamblyn can't make a dead man cum,'she smiled and got up releasing his face just as his cock flop limp against his thigh. 'Some things never last.'

‘Pleasure and business, a day well spent,’ she added, stepping over his body to shower and leave her mission done.