Infiltration Part Two

An anonymous life spent in the shadows,doing deeds that not even an erotic internet story writer could dream up on their best day had earned her the perks of a successful career.  

Retired, well semi retired as she still took the odd mission, to keep her hand in.  At the present time from her mid town brownstone she was just finishing one of those perks and unhurried spa bath.

Her silver grey hair was her only concession to age.  She didn’t need or want to touch it, finding it acted as an alluring tease.  Her body was another matter, she did not accept age with it, yoga, creams and having good genes pushed it away, so much so she could still flaunt a bikini and do serious damage in one.

‘My last mission could attest to that, if only he were alive to do so,’ she smiled, pinning her hair up.  The last of the water has just swirled away as she finished dusting her body, the sheer caftan slipping about her silky body.

‘You can come out from your hiding place now, I’m ready,’ she said in a calm, inviting voice.

Out from the shadows of her bedroom stepped her assassin, she eyed him with a smile on her lips.

‘Tall, but so tall as to be an issue, slim, which means quick, sleek muscles, so power but not the kind that is relied upon to finish the job quickly and finally, attractive, just the kind of man I love,’ he mused.

‘I wonder whose toes I stepped on this time,’she asked, not expecting or getting an answer.  He just stood there in his loose fitting clothes looking at her.  

‘Both of us are a tad overdressed for this contest, but that can be remedied in time, shall we begin,’ she stated, her voice getting clinical and cold near the end.

He came at her in a casual manner soon discovering that was a mistake.  She easily side stepped his punches and whirring kicks with grace and minimal movement, her gossamer covering flowing in the air revealing her toned ageless body.

The Silver spy twirled away from a spinning kick, her diaphanous covering soaring out from her body where a hand seized took hold, her wrist spinning it into a rope that as she turned about to him she snapped it to one side of his face then the other before adding one to his sack that sent him to his knees.

She slipped her warm smooth thighs around his neck then bent down unzipping him. 

‘Perhaps you’d fight better without your pants,’ she purred in his ear as his cock hardened in his hands while his senses filled with her scented covering, jasmine and lavender, then heat of her body, inviting and warm heated him.

‘Doesn’t appear to have lasting damage,’ she purred.  ‘You know I can think of much more pleasurable things to do with this than what we’re currently engaged in.’  To emphasize the point her thigh tenderly squeezed and rubbed either side of his neck.  ‘Imagine that action involved in other parts of your anatomy.’  She added a soft quick nip of her lips to his before releasing him but not before delivering a sharp double chop to his neck.

‘For contrast,’ he thought he heard her say as his head rang in pain.

She moved in closer then slapped the sides of his head with her flattened palms doubling him over.  The Silver Spy swung him over himself, parted her covering  then placed his face directly into her paradise as her hips slowly churn him.

This scent was totally different and if possible more intoxicating, he tried, but the tip of his tongue searched out.  

‘That’s right.  I knew all you needed was a little encouragement,’ she cooed, as her hands lapped his cock to full and impressive attention before applying a soft kiss and just the tease of her mouth on his button, the action driving his tongue inside in search of her, thighs tensing about his head as she touched him.

‘Look at what I did with just that little touch,’ she smiled after releasing him, his pants now at his knees.  ‘Imagine if you let me have you for a much longer time.’

He kicked off his shoes, along with his sock, pulled his pants down and off in an angry manner, frustrated at this old woman getting the better of him.  She just shook her head.

‘Channel that frustration into other avenues,’ she smiled.

He attacked over and over, his inability to score a hit on her fueling his anger as he made mistakes, she taking full advantage of him.  As he missed or became too slow her flared finger swiped about his body, never to hurt, but to remove.  In a short time she was picking scraps of cloth from his form revealing more and more of him.  Gone were his briefs, then his shirt until he was naked and glistening in sweat from his failed attempts.

‘Now that’s better, we can get down to business or up to it, I’m extremely flexible, so any position is fine with me,’ she smiled, removing her covering.

‘Now how would you like me?  Before you answer, perhaps a few poses.’

‘Yes you are interested.  I have many ways to bubble that interest to the surface.’

Her sexual teasing only seemed to incense him more.  He renewed his attacks only to face the slippery woman escaping his best efforts, each time delivering a series of strikes and blows about his body.  She danced around the room, a sly smile meeting his gaze and she silky applied touches and strikes to him, each blow bringing her closer and closer until they came to a stop right in the centre of the room.  The Silver Spy used her nails to pinch his neck, then applied a small peck to his lips before lowering her head to his manhood to administer a small tender nip to his head while a nail from each hand ran down the back of his legs.  He fell to the soft carpet beneath him where her scented smooth body crawled on top of him.  

‘Now this is more like it,’ she purred while her body wriggled about him.  ‘That previous way, well stimulating in a certain manner, has its limits, this way is much more pleasant and beneficial to both of us,’ she said, nuzzling his neck as his cock twitched between her legs, his tip feeling her moist paradise.  ‘I can tell you agree,’ she added, nipping his lips.  ‘I could use one of my drugs to make you talk, but that only accelerates the process, ending it far  too soon, for one of us anyway.  My way, no drugs, just my experience, certain techniques and you being in such a daze that you tell me everything I want to know and what I want to know is simple, who sent you.  No, No, don’t tell me yet, give me a chance,’ she smirked, putting a finger to his lips then a kiss, as her hips shifted up, sealing his button inside her.

‘Now you just lay there and let me do the work, not that you have a choice.  I could have simply killed you outright, but then we wouldn't be enjoying this and future pleasant moments.  Your technique and skill are poor.  A woman does not need power to overcome a stronger opponent, she needs speed and touch, certain touches, all of which I delivered hence your paralysis.  Your limbs can’t move, won’t be able to for hours, the other part of you I’ll keep stiff,’ she smiled and pushed in a little deeper watching his face contort with pleasure.

‘That’s just the beginning,’ she smiled as she suctioned him fully in, his shaft feeling her grip him totally as he was sealed fully into her.

It only took a few strokes for him to cum.  Then a few more minutes for him again. 

‘Both my sets of lips are very persuasive,’ the Silver Spy purred between kisses.

It was like a snake coiled about his stem.  His every move elicited a response, a tightening, an adjustment, a slide up or down and all those adjustments designed to send lightning bolts across his brain.  She hardly expelled any energy, time after time his stomach tightened ,his hips rocked then arched, raising them both into the air as his cock exploded inside her, her walls clenching to milk him. 

‘You certainly have stamina young man, good for me, but I’m afraid not so for you.  The more you come, even someone as full as you, the harder it becomes after each one.  Every well has a bottom and once we get there, you’ll be driven to delirium trying to release.’

She enjoyed pleasure herself, her firm ageless body giggling against his.  The heat of her, her scent, her rub all working as much as her motion to keep him hard and active.

‘Pity we couldn’t have done this under more equal circumstances.  It would be fun to see how you’d perform, but this is part of the game we play so most times there has to be a winner and a loser and speaking of that,’ she whispered in his ear while her hips turned sideways and he thrust aggressively inside her for a long time.  She arched her body back, pulling her walls up his prong to almost to the tip, the action causing him to spasm in delight.

He was panting now, fighting for release, still she delivered him, but each one took longer, pleasure was no longer the outcome, just release, his mind slowly being lost in the haze.  He no longer felt the euphoria of orgasm, just the release of torment and the total exhaustion.  

‘Concentrate young man,’ he heard her say as her hips snaked about his captured appendage as her lips danced all over his face and neck before a final series of primitive grunts filled his fog covered head while she pistoned her body on her endlessly jackhammering hips, her loud sexy moans and gasps mixing with his before he passed out.

***

Her morning routine was always the same, reading the paper while she had a small breakfast and tea.  Here eyes were drawn to a small article on page 14, the headline reading:

AS YET UNIDENTIFIED YOUNG MAN

FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY

‘Goodness me, he certainly managed to make it a fair distance from my place.  Perhaps I need to brush up on my technique.  Practice does make perfect,’ she smiled, then turned the page.

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Proper Outcomes

How I think 

The Silencers should have ended.

With bonus pics at the end

The penthouse was dark when Gwen let herself in, the city lights casting long shadows across marble floors and sleek furniture. She moved with purpose, her shoulder-length chestnut hair swaying as she surveyed the space. Target confirmed. Marcus Webb. Elite operative. Listed as extremely dangerous.

‘Good,’ she thought. ‘I like a challenge.’

She began her preparations immediately. First, the trail. Her black dress slipped over her head and dropped to the floor near the entrance. Her lace underwear followed, draped over the back of a leather armchair. Her stockings, sheer and teasing, left a deliberate path toward the bedroom. She kept only her white classic pumps, the pointed heels clicking softly as she walked.

In his closet, she found exactly what she needed. A crisp white dress shirt. She slid her arms through the sleeves, the cool cotton a contrast against her bare skin. She didn't button it past her sternum. The fabric strained across her chest, the buttons pulling slightly at the fullest curve of her breasts. The hem just grazed the tops of her thighs, barely covering her. When she moved, glimpses of her body flashed beneath, the shirt riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. The tailored cut clung to her figure like a second skin, accentuating the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips.

‘Perfect.’

She settled at his vanity and opened her clutch. The knife came first—small, elegant, wickedly sharp. She slipped it into her hair at the nape of her neck, the handle hidden beneath her chestnut waves. Then she retrieved her nail file. The abrasive surface was special, designed to hone her natural nails to a razor's edge. She worked methodically, shaping each nail into perfect almonds, the tips fine enough to slice paper. She inspected her work.

Satisfied, she painted each nail with careful strokes. Light pink. Innocent. Deadly. The polish contained compounds that would seep through skin on contact.

She capped the polish and reached for the final piece. The lipstick was a soft rose pink, the tube unremarkable. The formula inside was anything but. Poisonous Pink Peony. Two kisses to deliver a fatal dose. The toxins absorbed through mucous membranes, accumulating with contact. A third kiss was merely theatrical. Insurance.

She twisted the tube and leaned toward the mirror. Her full lips parted slightly as she traced the curve of her upper lip, then the lower. She pressed them together, smoothing the color, watching her own reflection with cool calculation. The pink was seductive, making her mouth look soft, inviting, kissable.

The lipstick joined the polish back in her clutch. She was ready.

The front door opened.

Gwen turned from the mirror, positioning herself so the light caught the length of her legs. She heard him before she saw him—the heavy click of a lock disengaging, the sweep of the door. Footsteps. Then silence as he spotted her.

Marcus Webb stood in the doorway, his hand still on the grip of his key. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired. His eyes swept up her body slowly, starting at the pointed white pumps, traveling along the long expanse of thigh visible beneath his shirt, catching on the stretch of fabric across her breasts, finally meeting her gaze.

She turned fully, letting him see the front of her, the way the shirt barely contained her. 

"Hello," she said. Her voice was low, throaty, designed to vibrate in a man's chest.

His expression didn't change. "Who the hell are you?"

"Your new partner." She smiled, letting warmth touch her features. "My credentials are on the bar. I've been assigned to work with you on the Vargas op. I thought I'd come early. Get to know you." She moved toward him, each step deliberate, her hips swaying. "Personally."

Her arms lifted, sliding around his neck. She pressed close, close enough that she could feel the tension in his body, the wariness coiled in his muscles. She tilted her face up, lips parting.

He pulled back.

"I work alone," he said, his voice flat. He stepped around her and headed toward the bar, his stride purposeful. "Don't need a partner. Don't want one."

Gwen smiled to herself and followed. Her heels clicked against the terracotta floor, the sound bright in the quiet penthouse. She watched him check her ID then reach for a bottle, the muscles in his back shifting beneath his shirt.

She pressed herself against him from behind. Her breasts flattened against his shoulder blades, her hands coming to rest on his waist. She felt him stiffen—not just his posture.

"You should reconsider," she murmured against the back of his neck. Her breath hot against his skin as she spoke. "A partner knows things. Can do things." Her hands slid down his front, fingertips tracing the line of his belt. "Can keep you warm in unfamiliar territory." One hand drifted lower, palm pressing against the front of his trousers. "Can provide... relief when the pressure builds."

She felt him harden beneath her touch. Her fingers traced the length of him through the fabric, stroking slowly. "Can take the edge off before a mission." She nuzzled the spot behind his ear, her warm breath stirring his hair. "Can make sure you're focused. Sharp. Ready."

"Christ," he muttered.

"Can be very, very persuasive." She squeezed gently, feeling him twitch in her grip. "Benefits, Mr. Webb. Think of the benefits."

He turned.

Gwen expected the embrace, expected his arms to reach for her. When they did, she deflected smoothly, catching his wrists and guiding them to her waist instead. She stepped into him, eliminating the distance between their bodies. The shirt rode up, exposing the curve of her ass as she pressed against him.

"Benefit one," she whispered, and kissed him.

It was brief, a tease. Her pink lips brushed his, soft and warm. She pulled back just enough to see the hunger in his eyes.

He responded. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him. His mouth found hers again, harder this time, more demanding. She opened for him, letting his tongue slide past her lips, tasting him as he tasted her. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Her hand moved to the nape of her neck.

The knife slipped free, cold and sharp. She drew it back, angling for the soft spot below his ear.

His hand caught her wrist.

The blade stopped a hair's breadth from his skin. His grip was iron, his eyes suddenly clear and hard.

Gwen smiled. "You can't blame a girl for trying."

He twisted the knife from her grasp and tossed it across the room. It clattered against the far wall. His hand came up to his forehead, pressing against his temple.

"Something the matter?" she asked, her voice sly.

He blinked. Swayed slightly.

"The knife was merely a weapon," she continued, stepping back from him. "A good femme always has a backup plan. In this case, two." She held up her hands, displaying her nails. "My nails, sharpened with a special file. Very fine edge. And the polish? Rather poisonous if I scratch you." She turned her hand over, examining her pink nails with satisfaction. "Which I didn't."

He stumbled toward her.

She stepped aside, watching him catch himself on the back of a chair. "Feeling the effects of my Poisonous Pink Peony lipstick," she mocked.

He stared at her, his pupils dilating.

"Takes a couple of kisses to deliver my fatal frosting," she explained, her tone conversational. "You've had two. Plus the nips in between." She touched a finger to her lips. "Very effective."

He lunged. She sidestepped easily, watching him stagger past her.

"Don't exert yourself," she cautioned. "The poison works faster with an elevated heart rate. And yours..." She smiled. "Well. I got you pretty worked up, didn't I?"

He tried again. She dodged, laughing softly as he stumbled into the coffee table, catching himself on the edge.

"Stubborn," she murmured. "I like that."

He made it to his feet once more, his breathing ragged. His eyes never left her.

"That's it," she whispered. "Come to me."

He reached for her. This time, she let him catch her, let his heavy hands fall on her shoulders. She used his momentum, twisting, guiding him down onto the sofa behind him. He fell back against the cushions, and she followed, straddling his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips.

His hands found her waist again, but his grip was weakening, his fingers barely able to close around her.

"Shh," she soothed, stroking his face. "Let me give you one more."

She leaned down and kissed him. Long. Slow. Thorough. Her lips moved against his, pressing the poison deep. She felt him shudder beneath her, felt the last of his strength fade. His hands slipped from her waist, falling to the sofa cushions.

When she finally pulled back, his eyes were glassy, unfocused.

"Goodbye, baby," she whispered.

She watched the light fade from his eyes, her own expression cool. Then she reached for the phone on the side table, dialing the number from memory.

"Target eliminated," she said when the line connected. She glanced down at Marcus Webb's still form beneath her, a trace of pink lipstick smeared across his lips. "Send cleanup."

She ended the call and rose from the sofa, smoothing down the white shirt. As she passed the vanity, she caught her reflection in the mirror—flushed, disheveled, her pink lips curved in a satisfied smile.

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Two Short Admin Tales

Norika Fuji brought her boss Mr. Hijawa his morning tea as usual.  She was impeccably dressed as always, her 55 years never showing as she glided across the floor toward his desk, her heels clicking lightly on the hardwood floor.  Placing the cup and saucer delicately in front of him she turned her head and gave him a morning kiss as she had always done.  She smiled then reached behind, unzipping her dress that she let fall, her nude wonderfully slim body on full display as she sat in his lap.  

‘There’s been a change on the Board sir and as you know those changes filter down.  This is your exit interview sir and who better than me to administer it.  Speaking of that.’

Norika unzipped his pants with practiced skill from years of being an Admin.

Let’s free him from his prison,’she smiled, pulling his prong free.  ‘And secure him in another.’ her head bending into his lap, her lips gathering him in.

Norika slipped her legs up under his arms.  The same muscle relaxant lipstick that she had kissed him with now flooding everywhere in him as her mouth coddled him.  She kicked off her shoes as her legs bent back at the knee, her stocking free sliding into place around his cheeks.  She could feel he was close, her tongue curled around his shaft just as her hips and legs tensed then turned violently one way then for good measure back the other a satisfying snap echoing about the room as she undid and slipped from him and replaced her heels.

‘That makes two things that are going cold,’ she smiled while sipping the tea.

Amala Kaur always found her bosses morning yoga routines amusing.  Somewhere in the past an Admin must have suggested it but not for the reasons Amala was sure she’d told him, that it would be useful against a female protagonist should she not be around to protect him.  Amala and whoever the previous Admin was both knew the opposite was in fact true.  As he worked away, his nude body glistening with the effort, she allowed herself a second look, a look long enough for him to catch it and the meaning.

She had of course done this before, more times than she could recall.  It was for her an excellent release mechanism and of course an innocuous way to map his body.  So as she walked past him depositing the mornings files and matters bedding attention on his desk a smile of anticipation crossed his face.

She left the papers neatly on his desk, she was an Admin after all.  Same came round his desk to the guest chair on the other side, reached behind and silently unzipped her dress. Usually she would be in bra and panties, giving him something to remove and her the time to be stimulated.

‘He’s always in such a hurry.’

Today, as she draped her dress across the chair, she was naked, no bra, panties or even stockings, the only piece of apparel she kept on were her pumps.

Silently, she was silent, one of her many skills she was against his back, her warm naked body pressed against his.  The sensation was new, she had never done this before, so he was surprised, just as she wanted.

Her arms came around to find his cock fully engorged and very responsive to her touch, Amala letting him twitch and throb in her hand.

‘I see the session is well advanced,’ Amala’s hot breath said, filling his ear.  ‘Let me bring this session to a climax.’

Her wet lips softly toyed with his ears while tongue, fiery and experienced with his buttons pushed every one of them until a single finger placed on his cheek turned her head to her awaiting lips and a tongue that consumed his in a coil deadlier than any snake.  Her hands stroked up and down in a slow build. Her nails ran along his shaft, top and bottom, an unhurried lazy motion that only added to the intensity, the tips circling his cap seemingly calling forth his seed in a siren dance that he controlled for no matter how much her wanted release, Amala denied that final touch a woman knows a man’s needs.

She adjusted her body, her nipples hard and erect raking his back, the searing heat of her paradise burning about to be ignited by the fuel of her juice when she let him explode.

A soft dangerous laugh filled his head after he returned from the bliss of climax.

‘How do you like me this close sir?  I must remember to send the Admin who taught you this routine a present.  Her teaching makes my job so much easier,’ Amala venomously whispered to him.  ‘Her teachings foolishly filled you with confidence when all the while they were the perfect setup for my knot.  I wonder if she ever mentioned the Indian Red Scorpion Knot to you?  The bite or should I say bites of the female are particularly lethal.’

Jagan Patel, her boss, could feel her everywhere and not in a pleasant soothing way he was used to.  Her body had the feeling of an edge to it and a hot hunger he had never experienced.

‘You always tell me you like to watch me work, well now you get to experience that feeling.  It seems certain higher ups are displeased with some of your more, let’s call them risky ventures as of late, they are concerned they’ll affect the bottom line and that can’t be allowed to happen,’ Almara hummed as he felt her body slowly twist him.

‘I’m glad you have these workout mirrors installed. They let me see my progress and position and they give you a erotic image to look at.  Every curve, from my calves to hips, she swell and sway of my hips, the side view of my pressed full orbs against your back, the lobe sinuous line of my arms entangled like a jungle vine into yours, my muscles taut and ready as it appears your stem is as well.  Ironic, the deadly predicament you find yourself in yet you can’t help but be aroused by it.  I hope I don’t disappoint you sir.’

Her lips toyed with his ear first, then moved to his cheek, his head voluntarily turning to her a smile of victory on her face.  

Amala slowly twisted her torso, his body unable to fight her position.

‘You need to try and resist me sir, because you don’t want to fall to the mat because then the scorpion will be in striking position.

‘Your really are working hard, I can smell your musk and feel the heat as you strain against my nude, pliant, supple form in what we both know is a fruitless struggle.’

His body was forced more and more in spite of his best efforts and until after half an hour his hot wet body had transferred his struggles to her as the two glowed.  He weakened over time, his body bending and weakening until she pushed just a little against him guiding them gently to the mat where the scorpion locked in place about his now immobile form.

Amala’s stomach was on his back, her arms snaked into his and pinned behind his head so she could pull up his head so she could kiss him.  He heard a faint clicking sound.

‘My heels sir.  I have locked them together.  It aids in leverage and well it just looks sexier.’

‘Some poison is delivered sweetly,’ she smiled, her lips parting from his.  ‘Oh, not to worry, my lipstick is not the poison in this bite,’ she mused as her nose rubbed his and her body snapped in a soft serpentine motion.  ‘That is the bite sir.  Each turn, roll, flexuous snaking and supple roll injects the bite, not with any venom, no, but with the deadly irresistible poison of a woman’s touch,’ she breathed then kissed him to quell her own fire and delivered a second bite.  ‘Each nip of your body from mine attacks specific nerve endings, one by one I will shut them and you down.’

Jagen tried to extend the session, anything to escape her body which he knew all too well was lethal every time.  See just mocked his offers of money and power.  ‘I already have all the money I need sir and as for power, well, who's on top at the moment.  You know and Admin is always loyal to the company, not the person she works for no matter what the perks offered, tangible or not,’ Amala explained between kisses and snaps as she adjusted his weakening body in hers.

‘Only a few more to go sir, you’re quite fevered and your body is mush,’ she whispered, delivering another sting as his eyes glasses over.  Amala gave him a final kiss, putting a little extra into it as reward, mostly for her then closed around him tight, her body arched back, all her wondrous curves and muscles are full display as her perspiration coated glowing body pulled back sharply then twisted itself like a corkscrew before relaxing and rolling away leaving him dead.  She came to her feet, walked over to her phone, checked the time, made a call then used his private bathroom to shower and make herself presentable.  When she returned to the office, his body was gone.  Slipping on her dress she awaited the arrival of her new boss reminding herself that she needed to implement his yoga lesson training.

Infiltration Part One

This was a story idea suggested by King Zachary.  This is the first one.

He asked for a variety of women agents, so I thought I’d do a

Silkworm, M.I.L.F., Plus, Silver Spy Poison Geisha.  If you 

want another agent group added please let me know.

Ridge was not happy with the assignment.

‘Eliminate a trainee female agent and an old one at that!’ 

He could hardly get excited about it, no part of him could.  He pondered this as he moved through the old streets of Delhi to Chandni Chowk and an alley off the market where his target lived.  It was an oppressive night, the closeness of the streets and the crush of people not allowing much air to move about and given the near approach of the monsoons the heat and especially the humidity made it even more uncomfortable.

‘Once inside her place I will ditch the clothes, not for sexual purposes, as if!’ he scoffed to himself in the back of the slow moving Tuk Tuk.  ‘We can’t even go fast enough to create a breeze,’ his mind raged.  

The driver eventually, even with his hand on the horn, could go no further against the swell of people in the market square.  He did point the way to the alley Ridge was looking for.  He slipped into the mass of bodies and became just a fish in a school of fish, he decided not to fight against the motion instead he just let the surge of people push him toward his goal slowly ejecting him to the outside of the pod where he slipped free and down the alley.  Even that little time had wetted his clothes with sweat from the close contact.

Ridge looked up as he entered the alley, no name, you just knew it or you asked a local the name of the person and they pointed you.  The doors did mercifully have numbers and letters on them.  The deeper he went in, the more the buildings seemed to close over top of him to only a thin sliver of night sky was visible.  There were barely two outstretched arms lengths between sets of doors on either side when he found the address he was looking for. He tried the door, it opened onto a stairway immediately.  Removing his shoes and socks he climbed slowly, trying not to make the wood creak.  Up to a landing, a quick scan of the letters on the doors revealed another climb.  The air and the heat inside were more than outside, he was touching his damp brow by the time he finished and found the door he desired.  Inside he could hear music and movement, sometimes a steady constant beat with the music, other times off set to the rhythms.  He tried the door gently expecting and getting that it was locked but the music would provide the perfect cover for him to pick the lock and enter.  

The old lock system surrendered easily to his touch.  He stripped off his clothes, opened the door a fraction to see a shadow moving in a room down the hallway at the back end of the apartment.  He closed the door, silently put down his clothes then moved cautiously down the hallway, his mind debating how he would quickly accomplish his mission.  Neck snap, strangulation in his powerful arms or maybe a beating and the use of something in the home.  Naturally, given the nature of his occupation he would have preferred something sexual, but again, his brain reminded him of the target and thought quickly left him.

As he came close to the entrance to the room the music stopped as did he.  There was no motion inside the room, only the settled breath of the female.  Ridge made his way to the opening and she appeared.

‘Sarpam Thullal is excellent for meditation.  The body and the mind become one.  I could hear you in the first stairwell, then the second, as you took off your shoes, then your clothes and finally as you made your way down the hall.  I could not discern your looks nor your physique, but those insights come with years of practice,’ she smiled from her sitting position on the floor.

‘Nor do I know your name.  Mine’s Veena Gopal.’

‘Ridge Steele, an apt name, for the task at hand,’ Veena said after he had told her his name.  ‘I take it you have decided on a method, something blunt I imagine given my reference to your name and why you are here.  But, I think that plan may be wavering a bit, perhaps is it my green skin, not what you expected?  It is a tad distracting, perhaps even a touch alluring,’ she added, taking a step toward him.

‘There, I made it easier for you.  My neck is now within seizing distance, all you have to decide is if you want to snap it or strangle me.  That choice I leave to you,’ she finished taking another half step to him.

Ridge could feel his cock betraying.  Yes was older, but her body was firm, slim and sexy and that green paint did indeed stir the erotic fantasies of a snake woman wrapped about him.  He felt his stem twitch again then he cleared his mind, he had work to do.  His arms flashed out to her neck..but he was a second too late, Veena’s head elegantly shifted to one side, her body  flowed as it seemed to Ridge.

‘A fraction too late, perhaps you’d like to try again,’ Veena said not as a question but more in the form of a challenge.

Ridge moved his feet about as he circled trying to cut off an escape route by working her into a corner of the room but Veena was like quicksilver slipping from his grasp.

‘Come, come, young man, I shouldn't be that difficult to get a hold of,’ she smiled as her pose changed.

Ridge shot forward again, this time she turned sideways, slid down his left side, one hand lightly cupping the side of his face, her touch like a gentle cool night breeze as she slid behind him, her other hand running across his stomach dangerously close to his cock, which flicked in response to the touch.  When he turned about she was several steps away from him beckoning him to her.

‘No shame, try again, but a warning, but be careful what you try to catch, the risk may be greater than the reward,’ Veena smiled a sly mischievous grin.  

Ridge became a storm of feet and hands, kicks and punches spinning through the air in a choreographed release of anger.  Veena moved with the fluidity of liquid silk, a leg rising to avoid a blow, an arm swaying gently upward as his sailed by, a sinuously alluring turn of her body as she continued to dance about him using the space and her lithe form with sparing sexy efficiency.

The more he could not touch her the more he became frustrated but also fascinated with her green form, its snakelike appearance and movement drew up inside him something primal, forbidden and erotic, his body betrayed those thoughts and Veena noticed.

‘Distracted thoughts agent Steele, well part of you is both,’ she added.  

The battle continued, Ridge who was already sweating from the hot night air was now dripping while Veena remained cool and unconcerned.

‘Now you're not even trying,’ she said as his blows were becoming much slower and uncoordinated.  ‘Let me come a little closer to make it easier for you.’

Veena moved closer to him.  Somehow the heat in the room increased for Ridge in the reduced space.  She continued to dance about and around him, missing blows, her beautiful green face and painted pink lips that he suddenly found extremely kissable, his cock got even harder, if that was possible, then somehow her hand lightly touched it, a tip of a nail tracing the length of his shaft as she circled about his. His rope twitched its approval.

Veena swayed, her body oscillating between fast and slow rhythms, her arms snaking slowly and and down before running up her body in slow tantalising twisting contours as her eyes stared into Ridge’s.  She brushed up against, just the merest of touches, but touches that left him wanting more.  Her cheek grazed his as she came close, so close he could feel her inviting nude form, the heat, smell her enticing jasmine scent. Pussy brushed his tip, the ecstasy of the feeling only surpassed by his inability to thrust into her.

‘This is what a snake does, as does the Sarpam Thullal, they paralyse their prey before striking.  The sway of their body, the stare in their eyes all combine to still their prey,’ she whispered hotly in his ear as she passed to one side of him.  It doesn't matter what type of snake, venomous for constricting, India has them both.  Now what type of snake would you like me to be?’ Veena hissed into his other ear as she turned about him.  A venomous one, but where would I apply my bite to such an inviting body,’ she added.  Perhaps here,’she hissed her lips caressing his ear tip while he tongue flicked inside his ear.  ‘Snakes probe with their tongue,’ he added, pulling away to come face to face.  ‘Or should it be here,’ Veena added, then kissed his lips.  Ridge was helpless to move, his body totally paralysed by her dance, but he could feel her kiss and her wet steaming tongue casually unseal his lips and slip inside.  ‘I prefer that location more, but there is one other location, much more direct, where my bite will have maximum effect.’

Veena lowered herself slowly down his torso, Ridge tensed for the expected sensation, his prong throbbing.

Veena lightly closed her lips about his tip, barely a light brush stroke, but he was in heavenly torment as her teeth tenderly administered her bite.  She released and returned to his face, a small curl of her lips taking a drop of milky fluid into her mouth with a satisfied smile.

‘The problem with a venomous snake is it's just one bite, what fun is that for either party.  Now a constricting snake, well that can go on for hours and hours, most enjoyable,’ Veena softly explained.

Ridge suddenly became aware he was in trouble, his body was not becoming his anymore, it was becoming what she wanted it to be.  She smiled and pulled closer whispering in his ear.

'Beguiling, is that the word your looking for Ridge, I think it fits.  The green skin, the female as a snake, or Naga, as I prefer to be called.  A woman's body, already so dangerous a place for a male is elevated even more by the dance, the make up and of course her words.  All those stimuli working at once, making you hard and unthinking, just as I planned.  Then, when you realise what's happening it's already too late to escape, even if you wanted to, but you don't do you Ridge.  You want to feel the Naga dance and twist and slither and touch you.  Well I promise not to disappoint after all you are by now my captive audience,' Veena hissed in his ear

‘The feel of skin on skin,’ she continued as she raised a leg and ran in down his front, her never leaving his cock as it descended in her touch before springing back up.  ‘The caress of the tightening embrace.’  One of her legs slipping around his and contracting as she pressed herself into him, his shaft so close to penetration as his find frantically willed his body to move.  Veena pulled back, touched a hand to her pussy, then to her mouth, a heavenly smile crossing her face.  ‘You agree I see.’

Her body moved behind him, a foot coming up and stroking his shaft, he absorbed in the heat of her stomach pressed to his back.  ‘Of course, a coil has to be planned and placed perfectly so the next is just as effective.  It’s vitally important to find the perfect spot on the prey, one that delivers maximum position from which to slip another coil in place then knead the to closer together,’ she hotly whispered in his ear as her toes turned his root over in their soft pads while she kneaded and pressed it.  A constrictor needs and wants total coverage so they can deliver endless torment.  Perhaps I should be saying she at this point instead of constrictor although the two terms when they apply to me are interchangeable, agent.’

Veena released her foot's coil of his cock and came back around to face him, her firm nipples pressing into his hard chest, his extended manhood pressed upright between her folds.

‘Luckily you don’t have to choose as I can deliver both in one encounter,’ Veena promised as her hands slipped about his shaft, the warmth of her secured grip serving to pulse him even more.  ‘First the constrictor.’ Intermediate tender squeezes with certain fingers worked about his shaft as his eyes closed in rapture.  He had never experienced such a technique before, he wanted to explode, but couldn’t even as the pleasure rose in his loins.  As she continued Ridge felt sharp pricks to his shaft, not painful, pleasurable, intensely so.  Mixed with her finger imitating the coils of a snake he was desperate for release.  Veena read his mind, her soft sexy voice offering the word soon.

It went on for several more minutes until Ridge was trembling before she released and moved to his back.  A final series of nail points run one after the other up the top of his shaft then down the underside.  Her last touch was all ten nails pushed into points for a second and withdrawn. 

Veena returned to face him.

‘I have not forgotten my promise, Ridge Steele,’ she smiled in a way that was not reassuring.  A finger touched his tip then went into her mouth, a satisfied smile forming.  ‘The first drop is always so sweet.  Of course that is just the beginning.  That drop will be followed by another, then another until it turns into a flow.  An orgasmic release of pleasure, but as the saying goes, it is possible to have too much of a good thing.  Eventually all that pleasure will overload your nervous system leading to well, I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate.

Veena pulled away from him, retrieved a simple white cotton caftan and slipped it on along with sandals.

‘Perhaps I should have chosen the constrictor option.  You do have a wonderful body, but in this business, the short time I’ve been involved in it sometimes you have to choose expedience over pleasure.  But in this case both of us can derive a form of pleasure from our encounter.

Veena Gopal gave him a slow tender kiss and departed.  She was halfway down the first flight of stairs when she heard his voice arch across the space in a long moan that went from pleasure only to be interrupted by a thud of his body hitting the floor.  At that point the moan turned from pleasure to one of torment.  Veena listened as his voice and his life force slowly faded replaced by the noise from the market.  A smile crossed her face as she resumed her descent knowing her ancient feminine art had eliminated another male agent.

Training Days

This is the start of a story suggested by RPGamer.  I hope it is something

like what they had in mind.  If not please let me know,

Cheers, Steve

Taylor Haddon sprung out of her chair the minute the door to the boardroom opened,so much so she wobbled on her heels, a mistake so hoped went unnoticed.  She watched the three of them stream in, all different yet sharing the same purpose.  The older woman, slim with blonde shoulder length hair with a tease of curl and style tied into a casual bun, perfect make up.  A white dress that showed off her figure and cut perfectly for her legs just as the knee that perfectly but not showingly, led the eye to her small firm behind and her toned legs that Taylor noted were bare, all finished off perfectly with open toed shoes and the perfect heel.

Following her was a woman who Taylor did not know, but who she couldn't take her eyes off.  Not as old as the first.  She was a fuller figure, mesmerisingly so.  Unlike the woman before her there was nothing subtle about her.  This was raw feminine sexual power on display by a woman who knew every card to play.  From the perfect pearl accessories and make up to lips and lipstick that screamed to be kissed, to the manicured nails just that was a vision.  But, it was the clothes, the green silk halter blouse with the daring front to the tight skirt cut above the knee that more than showed what Taylor thought and she was sure others did, was the best set of legs she had ever seen all finished off white classic white pumps.

The final woman made Taylor the most nervous.  She carried herself differently from the others and there was an aura to her outside of her looks and style.  Taylor had of course met her a few times, once at her first orientation, then at an assessment with a few of her instructors.  Always pleasant and encouraging she nonetheless made Taylor and other first years nervous.

‘They do this all the time,’ the woman said, putting down her clutch on the table then walking over to Taylor.  ‘How are you Taylor?’ she smiled warmly, then embraced her adding a faux kiss which was her habit with all agents.

‘Excellent Miss Baxter,’ Taylor said with a very slight nervous tremor in her voice that she knew would not go unnoticed, especially by the Head of FORCE.

‘No need to be nervous,’ Claire smiled warmly, calming Taylor.  ‘This is Tina Samuels, Head of Business Ops and the one who came up with this contest,’ Claire said, indicating the older stunning blonde woman.  They shook hands.  ‘And this is my mentor, Sharon Sharpe.’

This was a name Taylor knew, she’d read mission reports, sexy erotic tales and endless impossible escapades, the nervousness instantly returned as Sharon offered her hand.

‘See it's not just me!’ Claire smiled, reading Taylor’s face.  ‘Believe me if you knew some of Tina’s tales you’d be a puddle on the floor by now,’ she added with a laugh walking back to her seat at the table.

‘Now I read your report on how you won the contest,’ Claire said while she held up Taylor’s report in one hand looking at her then tossed it away across the table to no one.  ‘That tells me nothing about the agent we’re training, I want to hear it directly from you, in your words, not some polished document you spent hours fixing so it sounds just right.  So, and I know this is a big ask, but relax, tell your story, there’s no judgement here.’

***

‘Can you believe this!’ Jennifer Walsh, a stunning light brunette said as she typed away on her laptop in the class as the contest was explained.  Taylor noticed a lot of the other first year girls in her class were really as excited as Jenn was.

‘Crap, what the hell!’ filled her ears as she glanced at Jen’s fingers trying everything with the keys on her computer.  ‘What a time to freeze up,’ she added as Taylor casually passed her a pen and notepad from her supply then slid the laptop to her to work on it.

‘Take good notes, I can copy them later while I get this thing back up,’ Taylor said calmly.

Taylor worked away while Jen took notes until finally just as the class ended she had the computer back up and running.

‘What did I tell you before and the time before that about running too many things in the background and fooling around with file extensions?’ Taylor said, sliding the laptop back.  Did you bring your autotron for copying?

‘You know the answer to that,’Jen smiled.

‘Never mind.  Chelsea, can I use your autotron to make a copy of Jen’s notes?  I was busy fixing her laptop again,’ Taylor said, calling out to another trainee who motioned to the door to meet her at the copy centre in the library.

‘No that you won’t make it here, but in the unlikely event that ever happens you do have a career as a computer tech in the bag,’ Chelsea said as they walked into the copy centre, handing her thumb drive to Taylor so she could activate the machine.  ‘I read several old mission and history reports last night,’ Taylor mentioned as the machine activated.  I finally figured out how to search the database better.  One was Claire’s first training mission with, no, I’m not going to tell you.’

‘I’m letting you use my stick, a clear violation of the rules, so spill,’ Chelsea mocked.

‘Blackmail, excellent,’ Taylor smiled, then added.  ‘Sharon Sharpe.  You have to read this along with the others I found, they're insane.’

‘The database search is crap, everyone knows that.  Even the third years don’t bother anymore.

‘None of them have a Masters in Computational and Data Science,’ Taylor smiled.  ‘I created an overlaid AI search engine and yes it's untraceable,’ Taylor smiled as she picked her papers off the tray and handed back the autotron.  ‘Thanks, I owe you.’

‘What do you think of this contest, personally I can’t wait to use what I’ve been taught on these first year male agents,’ Chelsea smiled with a hungry look on her face.

‘You do understand they’ve been taught to counter those talents,’ Taylor retorted with a questioning look on her face.

‘Come on girl!  I don’t care how much training they got.  Once they see a female in a sexy dress, a cross of her legs, a touch of her hand, they start thinking with the wrong head and from there it's just feminine wiles.  You need to pay more attention in class.  All a woman has to do is find the key to unlock him,’ she mused.

‘Maybe I can help you with that?’ Taylor offered, snapping Chelsea out of her pleasant daydream of seduction.

‘Why would you do that, you're in this contest as well you know.’

‘There's levels of competition and this contest is going to levels I can’t compete on.  Do you really think you’re the only one thinking the way you just were.  Jen’s already back at her room looking at outfits.  This is something FORCE is using to slot us into future roles.  I know where I want to be, an agent, but I’m not deluded enough to think I can compete with certain other trainees who for the sake of modesty I will refrain from mentioning in their presence.’

Chelsea smiled at the compliment.  ‘Don’t sell yourself short,’ she said.

‘Not about to, never any complaints from the males I’ve had relationships with, but here is another matter.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t help a friend.  Part of this world in knowing who you can trust and you remember Miss Baxter’s words to us.  We train you, but you build your relationships here, they will come in useful,’ Taylor explained.

‘I will drop by later with the program.  I would suggest using keyword searches like seduction methods, clothes, posture, things like that to mine the data of all those missions and papers.  After all, we’re not inventing anything new, just applying what’s already worked.  I’ve got to go and give these back to Jen, see you later.’

***

‘I told Chelsea you’d be doing this,’ Taylor laughed as she entered Jen’s dorm room after acknowledgement.

‘What of it?  We’re always told to look our best, a little extra effort could pay huge dividends and I don’t just mean finding the right man with the correct counter sign for your sign.  This is clearly one of those contests where I wouldn’t mind being wrong a few times, if you understand me,’ Jen smiled.

‘Here’s your notes back.  Thanks for taking them, very detailed.’

Thanks again for the computer,’ Jen said as Taylor walked the notes over to her desk,  a secret smile forming on her face then disappearing as she turned about.

‘Which one? Jen asked, holding up to choices.

‘Remember what Gina Perini told us, built from the shoes out.  Those peach pumps, you always pop in those, they’ll stand out over the others,’ Taylor smiled.  ‘I’ll leave you to it.’

***

‘This takes me back to 6th or 7th grade after school dances, girls on one side of the gym, boys on the other,’ Taylor said out the side of her mouth to Marcella Supella or Marcie as she called her.  

‘That was never really a problem for me,’ Marcie answered.

‘Stop that talk, that was before.  That one three from the end right, don’t look, he’s been eyeing you.  Seems he likes what he sees and when he watches you in action, he’ll like you even more.  Just if you are paired with against, don’t hurt him too much, it could inhibit his performance if you follow,’ Taylor added.

‘Some of those guys look pretty big, not to mention strong.  I don’t think hurting them is top of mind right now,’ Marcie said as she caught the guy Taylor mentioned out of the corner of her eye like she’d been taught, without him knowing it.

‘You're not going to overpower whoever at first, like you usually do against us.  A Plus only goes so far, but a woman goes farther.  Remember your training, use suppleness and sexy in your fighting style.  Besides half those guys already have erections under those baggy shorts. Once you get closer they’ll stop thinking with one head and use the other, that’s when you strike.  Just watch and learn from certain successes and failures from both sides.’

The duo watched the action unfold.  The women did well, held their own and then some.  It was very clear from this first encounter then fighting styles varied greatly.  The women had been taught female centric martial arts, blending yoga, erotic motions and sinuous flexibility  that masked deadly intent whereas the men had been taught more straight forward styles.  

Finally Taylor’s name was called as was her male opponent, Haddon, a sandy blonde, a slim but well toned individual who had about 4 inches of height on her.  ‘I could have done worse,’ she mused, coming onto the large mat.

After the perfunctory bow he as she expected came straight at her.

‘Apparently he wasn’t watching the others before us,’ she thought, taking a few small steps back as he advanced.  Taylor let her knees weaken falling away onto her back just as he lunged.  A shapely leg came up, a foot nicely placed into his hard stomach and over he went landing hard on his back, she coming over the top landing on his stomach straddling him.  ‘This is the point where you’d die Trainee Haddon,’ I said, with a motion of my straight stiff hand stopping just as his Adam’s Apple.  ‘But not today,’ I smile.  ‘Besides, there are many pleasanter ways to expire,’ she added, then spun about wrapping her slim sexy legs around his neck.  Taylor let them slip a little allowing him to feel their paradoxical softness firm and soft touches, then a gentle squeeze before she leaned over top, her face inverted to his and gave him a soft  kiss.  ‘Perhaps tomorrow, if you’re up to it,’smiled looking down his torso then back at him.  She released him, spun about gracefully coming to her feet and walked back toward the female trainees who were all smiles and high fives.

‘He’s still in play,’she said to Marcie.

They had to wait several more pairings before Marcie was called.

‘Wishes do come true,’Taylor smiled.  ‘Now make him want you more than he does already.  Remember thinking with the wrong head.  Steady, let him go out there first, besides you need to do your hair up.  Gives him less to grab and makes you look even more dynamite.’

Taylor did up Marcella’s hair, slowly.  ‘He’s loving this look, that bulge is if possible getting bigger and his breathing is increasing.  Get yourselves in a clinch, let him feel your firm curvy form, it's a weapon, then when he’s at that moment, in between thoughts on whether to fight or plunge inside you, do what you do best,’ she whispered in Marcie’s ear as she finished tying the hair bobbles in place.

For some reason all males, be they experienced agents or in this case trainees, make the same assumption about Plus agents, that they are slow and rely completely on power to succeed.  The trainee agent Marcie faced, Aaron was no different, even after he hit the floor several times, one from a shoulder toss and the second from having his legs swept out.  

‘Size and speed,’ she smiled at him.  ‘But some things I prefer to take at a slower pace, she whispered into his ear after her legs had entangled his legs in hers.  She then twisted them slightly, fell over, cupped his chin in the crook of her locked arms and bent hims as they lay on the mat, she in complete control.  ‘I find you yummy as well, my Harlequin,’ she added then released.

***

Taylor wasn’t sure you got the most out of the two groups' first meetings.  Clearly some sparring sessions produced sparks, some positive others not.  Ego’s being brought back to earth, confidences getting a reality check and here and there genuine connections.  She was sure the class work, role play scenarios would further complicate matters in terms of the contest, but just personal interactions, whatever role those took on would be the real catalysts to seeing who won this contest and how they achieved it.