Thu Trang - SALON Agent

Thu Trang had been recruited to SALON (South Asian Ladies Operatives Network) when she was 45,no at 50 she was an indispensable part.She moved mostly in corporate circles as she came from that background gather intel & eliminating those that did business with SALON's enemies.She used a variety of means from her cosmetics,jewellery,fashion accessories to her favourite,her body.At 5'11' she had legs forever & slim body that loved to knot her opponents.Thu was a specialist in Asian Flower & Insect knots,consider the deadliest to use.But to get to the higher ups in these companies meant getting past their Admins.Deadly females who ranged from slim figures to plus & ages from 30's to 60's.

That was where Thu found herself at the moment in the outer office of Mr. Kee Ceo of HW Enterprises waiting for her meeting with him all under the careful gaze of his Admin, Mrs. Wu, an attractive woman in her mid 30’s,her hair tied into a profession, not a stern bun, just like Thu’s.

Mrs. Wu looked over at Thu every so often, not a stern look, just a polite smile.  Thu crossed her long legs then tilted them just a touch to see the reaction she got.  Finally Mrs. Wu’s phone rang and a polite yes sir followed.  She hung up, smiled, came around her desk.

‘Apologies for the delay.  Right this way Miss Trang,’ she offered with a wave of her hand.  

Thu got up, straightened her skirt, smiled back and walked past Mrs.Wu.

'You never felt my scratch, but you are feeling it now,’ Miss Trang, her voice was a low, silken purr, close to Thu Trang’s ear. The words landed a fraction of a second before the woman’s lips did, pressing against her own in a kiss that was startlingly gentle, devastatingly deliberate.

Thu’s mind screamed a command to her body: Step back. Deflect. Counter. But her body, her impeccably trained instrument, refused to obey. A strange, warm lethargy had seeped into her muscles, a heavy blanket of compliance. She could only stand there, a statue in her expensive silk business attire, as Mrs. Wu kissed her. It was long, it was slow.

'The matching lipstick,' Mrs. Wu murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath a warm caress. 'Is just as paralyzing, Miss Trang.'

Of course. The flick of the sharp, perfectly manicured nail against her neck as she’d passed the admin’s desk. Prawn Pink, she’d called the colour. A toxin, delivered with a casual, elegant flick. Thu’s professional respect for the woman, separate from her own dire situation, flickered to life. Exquisitely done.

She watched, her eyes the only part of her she could fully command, as Mrs. Wu stepped away casually walking to first, the door to her office, turning the deadbolt to lock then doing the same to the inner office of Mr. Kee’s office, all the admin’s movements were economical, graceful. She unzipped her dress with the gracefully slow motion of a snake.  Folding it with care then placing it on her desk. She stood before Thu, a vision of cool authority in a black lace bodice and stockings, her expression one of focused concentration.

Then her hands started to unbuttonThu’s white silk blouse. 'It would be a shame to ruin such fine tailoring,' Mrs. Wu said, giving Thu’s shirt the same care she gave her dress.  She turned back to Thu, one arm resting in her shoulder, the other expertly undoing the clasp on her pencil houndstooth pencil skirt then sliding down the zipper.  A gentle pull and it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in a matching set of delicate lace bra and panties.

'We've got the rest of the morning,' Mrs. Wu said, circling her now, a predator assessing its trapped prey. 'Several hours. Which is more than enough time for my Admin Anaconda to wrap around and crush you.' She came to a stop in front of Thu again, her dark eyes gleaming. 'You'll die slowly in my body, Miss Trang. Buried in my knot. Your slightest movement will only tighten me around you, degree by exquisite degree.' A slow, sensual smile touched her lips. 'Shall we begin?'

Mrs. Wu stepped close again, her body aligning with Thu’s. She was slightly shorter, but her presence was immense. She took Thu’s stiff arms, moving them with an effortless strength, pinning them behind Thu’s own head. The move arched Thu’s back, thrusting her chest forward.

Then the coiling began.

It wasn’t literal, not a true serpentine length of flesh. It was Mrs. Wu’s entire body, impossibly pliant and strong, wrapping around Thu’s paralyzed form. A leg slipped between hers, applying a firm, steady pressure. Mrs. Wu’s free hands cupped the back of Thu’s neck tying her arms into Thu's, locking her stiff and straight,  then kisses resumed,

They were not aggressive, not brutal. They were soft, searching, and devastatingly effective. Each press of Mrs. Wu’s lips against hers, her neck, the sensitive hollow of her throat, seemed to administer another tiny dose of the paralysis. She knew she was in deadly peril from this vixen, but another part of her, a part she kept locked away deep behind her corporate veneer and lethal skills, was… intrigued. The skill of it. The artistry. The raw, feminine power on display, it was sensual.

Mrs. Wu finally pulled her lips away, a satisfied sigh escaping her. 'There. My lipstick is exhausted. And you…' She smiled, a genuine, thrilling curve of her mouth. '…are free to move.'

The realization hit Thu like a physical blow. The stiffness was gone. The heavy lethargy remained, but it was now a suggestion, not a command. She could twitch a finger. She could flex a calf muscle. She could, if she wanted, try to throw the woman off.

But she didn’t.  She remained exactly as she was, wrapped in the intricate, full-body embrace, her arms pinned behind her head. Her body was no longer screaming to move; it was thrumming with a new, dangerous understanding.

Mrs. Wu’s eyes sparkled with understanding. 'But my lips,' she whispered, her mouth hovering a breath from Thu’s, 'even without their poison… will work their own magic to make you move.'

She closed the infinitesimal distance, and this kiss was different. It was not a tool, not a weapon. It was an invitation. It was heat and demand and promise. And without the chemical inhibitor Thu’s response was entirely her own desire.

A low, involuntary moan vibrated in her throat. Her hips, of their own volition, pressed faintly against the leg between hers, seeking friction against the slick weave of her panties. The movement was slight, but it was there. It was a surrender.

Mrs. Wu felt it. Her embrace tightened infinitesimally, the promised 'knot' cinching just a degree. The pressure was not painful; it was secure. Absolute.

She broke the kiss, her dark eyes locked on Thu’s. 'There you are,' she breathed, her voice thick with a mix of triumph and desire. 'I wondered when you would join me.'

Thu said nothing. She just watched, her breath coming in short, soft gasps, as Mrs. Wu kissed around her ears, throat and neck.  The touch of her tongue was electric, a jolt that made Thu’s back arch further, pressing her more firmly into the woman’s holding, into the knot.

Mrs. Wu’s purr was a physical thing, a vibration that traveled from her lips into Thu’s very core. 'I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am, Miss Trang.' Her dark eyes, gleaming with predatory intelligence, held Thu’s captive. 'I usually work my magic on men, but I truly savour my encounters with females. They resist much better, and their bodies are so much nicer to hold. It’s the reason I take longer to finish them.'

The admission was a calculated blow, meant to demoralize. Yet, for Thu, it had the opposite effect. It forged a spark of kinship in the strange, suspended reality of the knotted embrace. She understands. The exquisite tension, the intimate control, the silent communication of muscles straining against willing submission. Men were a conquest. Women were a conversation.

Thu’s own training screamed the counter-argument. You are SALON. You are the hunter, not the prey. But her body, supremely tuned and now thrumming with a traitorous heat, was engaged in a different kind of dialogue. Every subtle shift she made, every tiny, instinctual press of her hips against the firm muscle of Mrs. Wu’s thigh, was answered by a corresponding tightening of the Admin’s hold. It was a feedback loop of sensation, a silent negotiation between two masters of their art.

'You're very disciplined, Miss Thu,' Mrs. Wu murmured, her breath hot against Thu’s ear. 'But just not enough to resist me.' Her teeth gently nibbled at the lobe, and Thu’s head fell back with a soft, involuntary gasp. The Admin’s triumph was a palpable force. 'I can feel you entirely. That trained, toned, exquisite form of yours… searching, yearning for a release my knot will never provide.'

The pressure was constant, encompassing. It wasn't crushing, not yet. It was claiming. Mrs. Wu’s limbs were a living, breathing constraint, her black lace bodice a rough contrast against the smooth silk of Thu’s bra. Thu could feel the furious beat of her own heart, and beneath it, the steady, calm rhythm of Mrs. Wu’s. The Admin was completely unruffled, a serene apex predator.

'You should know I've had others of your kind in this very position. Right here on this spot.' Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. 'Force, Mekong LLP, M.I.L.F. agents… you will soon join them in failure.'

The namedrops were brutal, a verbal bludgeon aimed at her professional pride. Yet, the intimate press of their bodies, the decadent slide of stocking-clad legs against her bare skin, twisted the threat into something darkly erotic. Failure had never felt so much like a reward.

'We are close to falling. I can feel how straight and stiff you are,' Mrs. Wu observed, her tone one of clinical appreciation. 'Perhaps one more kiss… or a nuzzle… will do it. Shall we find out?'

She didn’t wait for an answer. She lowered her head and captured Thu’s mouth in a kiss that was devastating in its softness, followed by a gentle nuzzle into the crook of Thu’s neck, a surprisingly tender gesture that unspooled the last of Thu’s resistance. A full-body shiver, one she could no longer suppress, wracked her frame.

As the shiver rippled about Thu, Mrs. Wu’s body responded with a final, decisive constriction. The world tilted. Thu’s balance, compromised by sensation and the ingenious entanglement of their limbs, vanished completely. They didn't so much fall as melt onto the plush carpet, a controlled descent that left Mrs. Wu on top, her body a perfect cage.

The impact was soft, but final. The Admin’s lips found Thu’s again in a deep, victorious kiss, stealing her breath. The slight movement as they landed caused Mrs. Wu’s sleek, sharp-heeled shoes to slide against each other.

Thu’s eyes, wide and dark with a mix of dread and illicit arousal, flickered down. She saw the elegant black heels, mere inches apart.

Mrs. Wu followed her gaze, a dark smile gracing her lips. 'Tight and soon finished, SALON agent,' she hissed, the words a promise and a threat woven together. Her ankles began to shift, drawing inward with a slow, terrible inevitability.

The world narrowed to the impossible, rhythmic undulation of Mrs. Wu’s body. It was a slow, hypnotic dance of muscle and intent, a serpentine contraction that promised a final, crushing conclusion. Thu’s low moans were the only sound, a desperate soundtrack to her own impending surrender. Each soft, lingering kiss Mrs. Wu placed on her lips, her temples, her throat, was a counterpoint to the relentless pressure building around her.

'I could have finished you with a poisonous lipstick, Mrs. Wu murmured between kisses, her voice a husky whisper against Thu’s damp skin. I'm extremely fond of that method. Perhaps even administered to your paradise in another type of knot. Her hips ground down in a slow, circular motion, emphasizing the dark promise. Perhaps I could have used a more lethal nail polish. I can be extremely scratchy.

Thu’s vision began to blur at the edges, the office lights dissolving into hazy halos. Her body was a battleground where pleasure and asphyxiation waged a terrible war.

‘Then, of course, knowing you had an appointment,’ Mrs. Wu continued, her tone conversational, almost girlish, as if discussing lunch plans.  ‘I contemplated wearing a set of poison stockings with my bodice. You'd still be entangled in my knot while my legs, pressing against you, released their drug. I even considered constricting you with several sets of my compressing pantyhose.’

She paused to deliver a particularly deep, soul-stealing kiss, stealing what little breath Thu had left. In the end, she purred, pulling back just enough to let her words land like blows, I decided on using my natural assets to eliminate you, my Vietnamese vixen.’

The knot was closing. Thu could feel it, a final, inescapable tightening. Her lungs burned. A strange, dizzying lightness filled her head. In a last, instinctual act of rebellion, she wobbled violently to one side, her body convulsing against the slick confines of the bodice and stocking-clad limbs. The sharp, sudden movement did the impossible—it shook her professional bun loose. A cascade of dark, silken hair spilled free, tumbling over her shoulders, across her face, and over Mrs. Wu’s.

Mrs. Wu actually laughed, a low, throaty sound of delight.’ Oh, I welcome the move, my dear. It only brings us closer’.  She kissed Thu again, a hard, claiming press of lips, and compressed her body one final, decisive degree.

It was over. Thu was spent. Her body went limp, her head lolling to the side as Mrs. Wu rolled them, maintaining her dominant position on top. Thu’s long hair fell like a curtain over both their faces, an intimate, fragrant shroud.

Mrs. Wu smiled victoriously beneath the veil of hair. Her sharp-heeled shoes, positioned on either side of Thu’s hips, slid together with a soft, definitive click.

Goodbye, Miss Thu, she purred, her voice the gentlest of whispers. She leaned in to deliver her parting kiss.

Her lips were a breath away when Thu’s body, with a sudden, merciful spasm of exhausted muscle, spilled from the intricate knot. It was not a powerful escape, but a weak, boneless slither. She rolled away onto the cool, plush carpet, her body numb, her lungs dragging in huge, shuddering gulps of air. She rubbed her arms, her legs, the feeling returning in painful, prickling waves.

Mrs. Wu watched, she made no move to recapture her prey, simply observing as Thu weakly moved.

Then, with a speed that belied her trembling limbs, Thu rolled back. Her body, pliant and desperate, entangled itself with Mrs. Wu’s once more, but this time the dynamic had shifted. They settled facing each other, a tangle of long limbs and disheveled hair on the office floor.

Thu leaned forward and kissed Mrs. Wu. It was not a kiss of passion, but of declaration.

‘My hair’, Thu breathed, her voice rough and raw. ‘I, too, took precautions this morning. My hairspray is a potent muscle relaxer. Now…’   She shifted, trying to gain leverage. …’it is my turn to knot you.’

Mrs. Wu’s laughter was genuine, echoing softly in the quiet room. It was not a sound of fear, but of pure, unadulterated delight. ‘

Go ahead, my dear. You'll find it totally impossible. I plan for such eventualities. My knot also debilitates your muscles for several hours. You only have the power to walk out of here, not the strength to employ some insidiously deadly Vietnamese knot.’

Thu strained, her body screaming in protest. Just as Mrs. Wu had said, her muscles refused to obey. She could manage only weak, trembling movements. The power for a true counter-attack was utterly, completely gone. The Admin had planned for everything.

Defeated, but alive, Thu slowly, painfully, untangled herself. She rose on unsteady legs, ignoring Mrs. Wu’s predatory, smiling gaze. She collected her dress, her composure returning with each article of clothing she fastened. The expensive silk felt like a shield. She did not look back as she opened the office door, making a quick, clean exit.

But as the door clicked shut behind her, the sound of Mrs Wiu’s mocking laughter ringing in her ears, one thought burned in her mind with the intensity of a brand. This was not over. Their battle, this terrifying, exhilarating dance, would one day resume.