Undercurrent

Another suggestion from Azami

Does anyone else have some?

‘We know you come from a long line of ama (海女), but even this is too much for you.  Fortunately we have a temporary solution,’ Dr. Shiva Vassu, the Head of Trident Female Weapons said, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

‘Earrings?’ Trident agent Sayuri Hakamoto questioned.

‘I know you have many, you can add these to your collection.  I designed these to act as an underwater air supply, a mini air tank if you will, only they work like fish gills.  They are stuck in at the back of your neck and when you submerge they take over your air intake.  Not to worry they are completely removable, no trace afterward,’Shiva smiled.  ‘With these you can take as long as you want with the FORCE agent,’ she smiled.

Sayuri smiled back and thought. 'Or as much as he can take then more he can’t.’

‘Now I also came up with this,’ Shiva smiled while picking up a sponge.  ‘For before when you are in the tub washing before the hot spring.  Squeeze the sponge here,’she demonstrated, a small needle emerged.  This is the antidote,a slight press, painless,I assure you.’  To prove the point Shiva injected herself as Sayuri watched to no change in countenance.

‘That squeeze also releases the Fugu Toxin onto the sponge, distilled to make it delayed, but still potent once it takes effect.  From there you simply apply with the soap.  I don’t need to tell you to liberally apply it to all parts of his body,’ she added with a smile.  ‘If you need to speed up the drug's effect, sex would be my preferred method,’ she added, looking at her male lab assistant.  ‘I needed to ensure it worked,’ Shiva smiled.

‘How many trials did you need to run?’ Sayuri quipped.

‘All I will say is perfection takes time,’ came the answer.  ‘Now let me insert the earrings into you.’

***

Getting a position at the exclusive bathhouse was simple.  Sayuri had the body, the elegance and the skills, however you wanted to define that.  

‘Trident training is most thorough in all areas,’ she told herself.

The planted background of her history cleared any of the red flags and she was soon working, although not for the client she really wanted.  She had been busy with another client, a Hedge Fund Manager, when FORCE agent Hiroshi Tanaka had paid a visit and another girl, rumoured to be his favourite, took him, in more ways than one.

‘That will not happen again.  I’ll just have to ensure he sees me,’ she thought while she worked on her client.  ‘Although not a total waste, he did give me an insider tip that should return a tidy some,’ she added.

It was all timing now.  She bid her client goodbye with just the right hesitation before the door across and down the hall opened and Hiroshi stepped out.  At first Sayuri only let him see her face, just looking at him from the door frame, her body hidden from view.  Her eyes did the initial damage, catching and holding him, her face showed no emotion, it showed mystery and Sayuri knew men always interpreted that as interest.  Male ego was a wonder tool a female could always count on and exploit to her advantage.

Next, she turned, letting her body, the lower half, replace her head.  Her legs held him even more so than her gaze.  Feminine, strong and again trained to move and flex in just the right degree of hypnotising motion.

‘Now just a little bent to tease my ass, followed by a turn of an ankle, that added display of feminine firmness in the calf and yes that will do,’ she mused, disappearing from sight confident his next and last visit would be to her.

***

Sayuri greeted Hiroshi with a bow, deep enough to show the size and firmness of her 

breasts as the towel stretched about her.  He was wearing just a small towel around his waist and Sayuri found him easy to look at. 

‘Handsome, toned, but not too much.  Those lips look very kissable, pity my lips have another area in mind, but perhaps a small divergence,’ she mused.

‘Welcome Tanaka-san,’ she said during the bow.  ‘I am honoured that you asked for me.’

He smiled back and went for the tub, taking off his towel before entering.

Sayuri just looked, her face impassive as it should.  It would become less so when he showed interest, which she judged would not be long.  For the meantime she was impressed.

‘Nothing to be ashamed of either in the front or back, but nothing I can’t handle,’ she thought.

The Trident spy dunked the wetting sponge in a bucket of water and began.  The intention, the message and the arousal are in how you use the sponge, not so much its location on the body.  It is in the soft slow turns, the way you hold and press it to the body as it slides about the curves and angles, The slow sweep up and down the fronts and back, that casual but intention touch of your skin to his and most of all how close you get.  Sayuri wanted him to feel her even her slightest breath, knowing if it was warm he would consider her interested.

When she had finished,a quick look into the water indicated he was more than interested, the soap would peak both interest and other things.

Sayuri pricked herself then used the sponge, this time she got closer and her sweeps slower.  She dipped down to the water line,reaching over one shoulder of his in a deliberate manoeuvre.  The sponge slowly climbed up his chest, his cock floating the surface, bobbing like an attractive lure for a fish.  Sayuri looked at him, her eyes giving permission and he undid her towel.  Her eyes stayed locked on his, then they kissed.  Sayuri slipped into the snake silently, like a snake and like a snake she folded herself around him.  The spy soaped his front, his arms, then his back.  He stood up and she completed his lower half, slipping and squeezing the sponge about his cock as he twitched from her skill.  Taking him now would have been too easy, besides she knew she needed more time for the toxin to work and she had an added insurance policy, not that she didn’t trust Shiva, she did implicitly, but this was for her own enjoyment as well as to the success of the mission.

When she judged the time right, Sayuri’s hands folded around his impressive girth and with just the implied action, a tactic only an experienced and confident woman can do, her hands still holding his throbbing shaft pulled them both into the water to rinse, her hands still on his cock as then submerged.  When they came up she had him secured in her paradise, her legs wrapped lightly about his waist, her hips gently and softly working him in as they kissed.

For this part Sayuri didn’t need any specialised Trident training, he was more than ready.  A few slow swirls of her hips and she released him.  The vixen watched his eyes roll back in his head as she tilted and pulled, milking him with constrictions about his shaft, the water rippling as he bucked.

Sayuri could tell it was a good one, partly from his discharge but also from the effort his straining body had expended.  She was already working him to another and her to one.  She was unconcerned about her pleasure, though she would enjoy it, his cock was most active and filling and his motion to make her happy was wonderful.  But unlike a male, a female grows stronger after a climax, one or two, perhaps more do not drain her strength as it does a man’s.

She pulled a second from him, as intense as the first.  Her hips encircled one way then the other as he thrust into her.  His motion to climax her lost in his pleasure and Sayuri having the advantage had no intention of giving it back.  

‘His heart rate is high, the toxin is being pumped, why allow a rest,’ she reasoned as she worked her rhythm back into the encounter and he was soon letting her control the action.

‘All men are the same, they say they want to drive into you, but really they prefer a woman to be on top and dominate them,’ she smiled as her arms tightened about his neck, her legs following suit around his middle allowing her hips to tilt up and introduce a whole new position.  Sayuri kissed him, her lips also in control,feeling his twitch and lose control with each tilt of her hips telling her he loved the motion.

It suited her to, not only did it conserve her energy, tender tilts up and down were easier than deep pulls back and forth along his shaft.  All she did was increase the frequency of the tilts to stimulate him and her, his cock now fused against her clitoris in slow pleasing rubs that were rewarding her as well.  It took a little while to spill him, which told all she needed about his recuperative powers for the next and final phase of her plan.  Sayori finished off his third then allowed herself the pleasure of one.  She held him tight, like a lover, kissing his neck then working around to his lips.  She let the toxin work a little more and him rest by releasing him from her with a satisfied smile.

They moved to the hot spring after a while, Sayuri just in front of him, only her head visible.

‘My family history is ama (海女),’ was all she needed to say,a small sly smile saying the remaining inference for her.

As tired as he was, Sayuri knew no man, especially this man, would refuse the offer.

She bobbed in the water in front of him then slowly lowered her head, the look of a dangerous and deadly underwater predator unmistakable on her face.  There was nothing for a few seconds, then the water churned and his head fell back onto a rock, his breath getting shorter by the second.

Sayuri was amazed, the earrings worked perfectly.  Her mouth opened and she sealed about him pushing out the water so her tongue could work her String of Pearls Technique around him.  Once secure a few pulls turned him to full hardness and seconds later a hot geyser of flowing steaming cream filled her mouth.  She smiled, not for the success of the technique, that was expected, but that his body did not buck, the Fugu toxin had him.

‘Now for the finish,’ Sayuri smiled.

The spy turned herself about in the water, her arms weaving into his leg while her legs slowly, like a snake coiling up and around its prey, encircled his chest.  Part of it was using the knot but the other part was to stimulate him through the visual of her body, the fantasy female snake emerging from the water to secure and claim her prey.  Once her legs secured his torso,they wrapped about his neck, the soft wet pads of her feet securing to the sides of his face pinning him stiff.

‘I loved this new method,’ Sayuri mused as she worked.  ‘It makes me feel like a mermaid, a very deadly one luring males to their death.’

She hollowed her cheeks as he came again, not as much as before, he was running out.

‘Perfect!’

The water was perfectly still,not even Sayori’s head never caused the water to ripple, she was that smooth and very effective.  She worked through various ancient techniques, The Jade Slipper, Kyo-Beni, The Kushi, each delivering him and the results she wanted.  Sayuri applied her final caress, The Hairpin.

Sharp piercing strikes of her tongue to select nerve points along his stem followed.  His cock, the only part of him still able to move responded, snapping about in her mouth a still dull throbbing vibration tingling her lips meaning she had been correct, he had more fluid.

The strikes began quicker and quick, the stimulation never leaving him, as the technique intended.  It would soon overwhelm his entire nervous system causing it and him to collapse.

Sayuri worked away calmly, the sharp end of her tongue a precision weapon of pleasure and death.  She tasted him bubbling to the surface.  One hand left his left, trailer up it and then into his bellybutton, her finger a straight rigid line, her almond shaped nail flush in the indentation.

A final strike released the dam, victory flooded her mouth just as her finger pushed in hard, the physical action causing the torrent to prolong itself, much too long for anyone.  She accepted everything then felt him go limp.

The siren loosened her knot and her mouth and surfaced just in time to watch him slip silently into the water.

Sayuri slipped a towel around herself, reached behind and pulled out the earrings.

‘Fashion, femininity, fatality,’ she smiled.