Mirror Image

There Miss Draper my herbal spray seems to have done its job, now for me to do mine.’

Amanda was weak and limp.  Mrs. Hein explained the fate that awaited her.

‘My Spreading Butterfly, this session is free, but I must warn you it is rather long
so I hope you don’t have any plans for this evening.  As lovely as she was lethal
Mrs. Hein began. She was slow and methodical with Amanda, her body seeping
into place leisurely. A H.O.T. agent was not to be trifled with under any
circumstances. Mrs Hein paused at certain junctures then and breathed. 

‘Sự chua chát’ then flexed her body.

‘Your coming out of my drug, this will keep you limp, precise stings to your
nerves endings until I have my entanglement of you completed.’

Position to position as she moved Amanda she stung her. It seemed endless to the H.O.T.
agent. ‘We are only coming to the halfway point Miss Draper, your still very loose if only you
could move,’ she mused. Amanda fidgeted her body a little, but nothing of consequence,
enough to amuse Mrs. Hein but not concern her.

The two nude women continued their deadly ballet Amanda becoming more entangled
with each passing minute and motion of her opponent. Mrs Hein’s elastic body worked itself
into Amanda’s young form bending the pliant agent into a series of painful body arrangements
where she delivered her stings.

‘Sự chua chát,’ she whispered in each position and moved her body slightly delivering her bite.

‘Enjoying my yoga Miss Draper, years of study and your the beneficiary of it. The stretches
warm me up and break you down, sapping your strength so as the still and prolong you in the
Butterfly. The stings prevent you from struggling, there no extra charge,’ she slithered as her
body delivered another.

Mrs. Hein continued her ensnarement of the H.O.T. agent adding a series of slow twists to her
motion. Amanda stretched inside them. ‘Another form of sting, Miss Draper, these accomplish
stretching you and weakening your muscles for the final position.’ Mrs Hein arched her back
and twisted taking Amanda into a stretch and holding. ‘How do you feel Miss Draper? My
experience has you, a young H.O.T. agent caught in my web, just as others have been, some
died quickly, others, like you will experience a slow death.’

Amanda was finally rolled into the final position, Mrs Hein draped endlessly about her. 

‘Now Miss Draper we can begin. Don’t move unless you wish to spread the butterfly.’

Amanda was obedient, she knew her slightest move would begin to stretch her. The duo were
on the floor in a sitting position, one behind the other with the H.O.T. spy in front, her legs
inside an insidious weave of Mrs Hein, while her arms were pinned behind her head
entangled in her opponents.

‘Your form is impressive, but I’m afraid The Spreading Butterfly is more so, escape is not
possible. I  was a former Mrs. Vietnam contestant and business owner before adding my
current position with SALON. You’d be surprised who you meet at these pageants, talented,
successful, beautiful women of course, but also deadly by nature women, women who have
used that talent to other means.  I was competing in the Mrs. Asia Friendship Pageant in
Bangkok well I guess they liked what they saw and recruited me. My business took off, I was
able to expand, we were power brokers, albeit, under the radar. Then there’s this, I like to think
of this as a perk of the job,’ Mrs. Hein said lightly kissing Amanda’s cheek. 

'That was 5 years ago, along the way I’ve managed to expand my business by 3 salons and
eliminate unwanted customers, both of the spy and non spy variety and add to my skills. You
H.O.T. girls are my favourite, young, eager, supple, you make wonderful conquests, you’ll be
my 4th Miss Draper, of course that is a long way off yet. 

Amanda was motionless as she listened to Mrs. Hein, she had no doubt about the woman’s
talent, her body removed any doubt. Mrs. Hein’s cheek rested against Amanda’s as the two
looked at each other in the mirrors. 

Quite a picture, the young H.O.T. agent entangled, her body a victim of a woman twice her
age, unwilling to move she plays a waiting game with the captor, hoping she will cramp and
the younger can escape the clutching fate she’s imprisoned in. Unfortunately, Miss Draper,
SALON trains its women entrepreneurs extremely rigorously. I’m every bit measure your equal
in many areas and your better on many more, hence our positions, feel free to disagree.

Amanda said nothing.

‘Conservation of energy is important, for both of us, hence my knot. My associates and I train
in a variety of styles but most of us prefer Passive Tangles, I save my strength while you spend
yours or try not to, in this way we can spend more time together, as I mentioned earlier, an
added perk of the job and you are a perk to be savoured.’

Mrs. Hein was just as motionless as her opposite number, she had completed her movements
earlier now all she had to do was wait for the H.O.T. agent to move and her body would
contract tightening Amanda into her, she knew it would be slow and wonderful as H.O.T.
agents were notoriously stubborn.

The spy’s beautiful body, with all its magnificent sculpted edges and delicious flow was at full
attention, her orbs, small firm were erect and fully extended, her paradise wet, her clitoris
pulsing from the contact with Mrs. Hein.

‘Don’t move Miss Draper, although I imagine our conjoined forms makes that hard for you,

all part of the trap,’ she offered then lightly kissed the spy’s cheek. ‘No charge, just a bonus,
that discipline of yours has a breaking point, its me and all I have to do hold and tease you a
little and all that training will undo itself and do me into you, Mrs Hein whispered into
Amanda’s ear.

The two remained motionless, Amanda looking in the angled mirrors at her hopeless
situation. The coiled body of Mrs Hein ready to contract waited for her silently at every angle, 

her beauty only surpassed by her sexy form.

‘Ah movement,’ she smiled and contracted just a touch. ‘I feel you are going to be a delightful
challenge, but in the end I will triumph, we’re much to entwined now for you to free yourself.
So the stalemate continues, you haven’t moved much in a while, I admit you do wear me well,
but not to worry I’ve cleared my calendar completely, so we can have all the time we need
together.’ 

‘I’m flattered you think me that important,’ Amanda answered.

‘Another victory for SALON and for me is always worth the time, don’t sell yourself short,
your quite a prize,’ Mrs Hein softly said.

Mrs. Hein and her prize sat still in the room, their respective trained and deadly forms giving
each other no respite. Amanda’s body was exquisite, long shapely legs, thin strong arms,
thin waist, amazingly hard ass, smooth slim hips, small perky breasts, wonderful hair which
Mrs. Hein had pinned up. 

Amanda studied the body wrapped around hers, the deadly arts of  the SALON agent on full
display. Her body was just as impressive, stunning legs, pert breasts, small wonderful ass,
thin waist, perfect long flowing arms.

‘Totally contained ICE agent, your body has been moving, even in the silence. I’ve trained
mine to feel the merest quaver, from the tips of my fingers to my tops, even the tips of my
nipples. Your motion has not escaped my sensors. Minor contractions, but still constrictive
movement,’ she honeyed.

Amanda focused her mind and body to delay longer. Mrs. Hein let her touch work, her fingers,
toes and nipples fed her body which reacted subtly. She could feel their nude forms growing
closer, it was exciting, but she remained calm her means of death required a disciplined body
and mind, something these young ICE agents lacked she suspected.

‘I give you credit Miss Draper, I had not expected this level of control from a young agent,
most commendable, however futile, movement again, the Butterfly opens a little more trapping
you further in my knot. Tell me how do you feel?’

‘Very comfortable, my wings are not sore or in the least bit stretched. I was a gymnast before

ICE recruited, high level. You’ll be spreading me for a while that is if you can. I can understand
the knot working on less controlled forms, but with me that will not be the case, even with, if I
may say, a beautiful and scrumptious woman such as yourself. Your lithe form may have me
bested at the moment, but over time even you will weaken, perhaps cramp or miss a
contraction, when that happens I will be ready to strike and I can assure you Mrs. Hein I will
not miss,’ Amanda honeyed.

‘I love a challenge and a sexy defiant woman,’ Mrs. Hein replied kissing Amanda softly on the
cheek. ‘Perhaps I should increase my odds of success, made nuzzle your neck and cheek, let
my tongue wander about, find a few sensitive places to nip you. I dare say your body would be
even more excited that it is now. I’m a very addictive drug, Miss Draper, would you care to
sample a little but be careful you don’t overdose, I’m fatal,’ Mrs. Hein whispered into her ear.

Amanda’s barely resisted the temptation, but her bigger worry was what if Mrs. Hein didn’t
and did what she said. Amanda knew she would crumple, be spread out in minutes and
killed. Just being in contact with Mrs. Hein was working on her.

‘I’m hard and wet, she’s smooth, sexy and alluring, her body is distracting me and she smells
so wonderful. My trainers were right, older women are the deadliest,’ Amanda thought.

‘Don’t worry my dear I won’t deploy any of my seduction traps, that would be too easy, for both
of us. No, Miss Draper, I prefer to torment you this way, perhaps you’ll come to me, my lips are
a turn of your head away, I won’t refuse you, that would be impolite. Just keep still as best you
can and wonder, in the end I will kiss you, just before I kill, you’ll die with a taste of my lips and
a contraction of my body, ahh, another micro movement,’ Mrs Hein cooed. 

Amanda managed to regain her composure, but just barely, the SALON vixen was far too
sensuous to allow her mind to wander.

Mrs. Hein was a very patient spider in her web. She didn’t rush, she didn’t need to, instead
she waited for the victim to move, felt those vibrations and reacted with subtle but irresistible
skill, but her skills were being tested by a very patient fly in Amanda who refused to move
much.

The stalemate lasted on, Mrs. Hein holding the ICE Agent but not getting anywhere, her body
beginning to tire. Amanda felt a small relaxing of the knot, barely anything, but more than
enough to tell her she was succeeding.  

Amanda grimly hung on, her body screaming for relief from the stillness, she focused on her
opponent, outwaiting her and planning what to do when the moment for freedom presented
itself and then suddenly it did, Mrs Hein’s left calf cramped. Amanda instantly had a leg free,
using everything she had left the ICE spy swung her body around the back of her opponents
reversing their positions, she smashed her heel into the woman’s mound, in an instant the rest
of her was released. As Mrs. Hein writhed and fell back Amanda’s nails pinched certain nerve
endings in the beautiful woman’s neck, paralyzing her. She lower Mrs. Hein torso gently to the
floor and fell back herself, her body feeling its freedom.

‘You’ll be stiff for several hours, long enough for me to escape. You’re an honourable woman,
you could have used other means to make me move but you kept your word. That is
something to be admired in this business, most times it costs you, but not this time Mrs. Hein,
I respect your talents,’ Amanda said as she looked over the Salon agent then added. ‘In all
areas.’ She then proceed to dress.

‘I hope we can meet again, under more pleasant conditions, but I somehow think that would
not be possible, both our natures are built for the kill and passion is a dangerous aphrodisiac,’
Amanda added then softly kissed Mrs. Hein. ‘Neither of us will die with a kiss today,’ she
smiled then left.

Sharon Sharpe Back Story Chapter 4

‘Your impressive haul is only surpassed by your impressive and growing resume,’ Nadira enthused as she hugged her student. ‘A Silkworm at any age is something to be proud of but from one so young, truly outstanding.’

‘I have a very good teacher,’ Sharon answered. ‘Did you manage to find any?’

‘I’ve added a couple of bookcases to the collection, your contribution should just about fill those.’

‘How did you find so many, so fast?’

‘Age mostly. I’ve had many more years to acquire contacts, people from all areas who can help me, and I never stop adding to them. I’ve shared your name with them and will give you a list, so you can make your own introductions.  This is a part of our profession that is vital my dear, I cannot stress it enough to you.  Make as many contacts as you can, but make them selectively, use the talents you’ve been taught but more importantly the talents you especially already have, you’re an excellent judge of people, use that to its full advantage. Remember some of these people may to junior in their department, but one day if you chose right they will be heading that department or even more,’ Nadira explained.

‘You’re talking about something beyond a strictly business relationship I think,’ Sharon asked already knowing the answer.

‘You see, there’s that talent I just mentioned. Yes and no, but yes makes the bond stronger, but you must like maybe even love the people you chose, the intimacy builds the bonds, but only if its genuine and both parties understand one another’s role,’ Nadira stated. ‘I will warn you this could and usually does lead to certain, how shall I put this, of the grid assignments to help each other out. 

How you approach and manage these is your business, but just like any game of skill, it is always best to think many moves ahead.  If I do this, what do I gain, what do they gain, how is this beneficial to both of us or just one of us.’

Sharon absorbed it all just as she absorbed the new books and manuscripts, adding skills and talents to her repertoire.  It wasn’t just yoga in the books, dance, movement, motion, dress even make up was included in the form of commentaries from the authors.  Sharon found all thrilling.

The young agent was soon of again, this time to College Street in Kolkata, a street famous for book sellers.  It was dusty, dirty work in some places, searching on hands and knees in boxes and backrooms that probably hadn’t seen a visitor in years, maybe decades.  Sharon was not sure the meager haul she got was worth the effort of the dust and bugs she’d had to battle but consoled herself that a shower at the end of the day was always waiting for her. 

Day after day she returned, methodically working her way along one side of the street, from seller to seller. She knew her tenaciousness would pay off but also her presence.  Being western woman in such a place, off the tourist beat, she did not go unnoticed, curious, even dismissive at first, she had a hard time getting access to the behind the scenes books, but as she returned each day attitudes and word of the money she paid, she didn’t negotiate on price, spread and commerce won out over all objections.

Sharon dutifully sent what she found back right away.  She did not want to run the risk of having them fall into DOOM or Silkworm hands, her failing into their clutches was another story. Having killed a Silkworm she knew she was a target and in their mind a vulnerable one, given her age and experience, something they had in spades over her.

She had just about finished with the Appa Balwant Chowk, in Pune, when she came across a book, very old, not about yoga or dance or seduction but a diary of a group of women of wealth who met every week to talk business and discuss interests, both personal and of the day and times.  It encompassed 50 years, but more than that Sharon just from small snippets of reading had a sense it was more than that. She purchased it and left. Nothing in Bengaluru or Chennai had excited so much as this book. 

Sharon decided to treat herself to a meal at Malaka Spice, a popular but wonderful restaurant.  She sat at a table in the corner under a spreading palm having beaten the dinner crowd by about 15 minutes.  She ordered a gin and tonic and watched the place fill up as a line started to queue up.  She took a sip just as a waiter approached.

‘I’m very sorry miss but would you mind sharing a table with a single gentleman.  I can assure you he his of a very high standard,’ and made his eyes dart toward the queue of people so Sharon could see for herself.

She was not offended by the request, it was quite common, and she certainly wasn’t offended by the man, she gave her approval.

‘Thank you so much. Taj Acharya. A pleasure to meet you,’ he said offering his hand and Sharon took it.

He was tall, well built, very handsome, well dressed, polite and elegant in movement as he sat down.

He also turned out to an excellent dinner companion and the meal stretched longer than normal. He would in the Department of the Interior and a little in Finance as his MBA was in that area.

‘Yes, I’m hoping to move to New Delhi to a more senior position once I have enough experience at the state level,’ he explained.

Sharon told him about her MBA and they just seemed to go from there, talking and having a wonderful time until a slight commotion broke out as some vacant tables were cleared and taken away and a new one for two replaced it, a couple, a blonde and her much older companion taking it.

  

Sharon noticed Taj’s face change a little, a frown coming onto it. She put a hand up and turned it back to her.

‘You look better with a smile,’ she said and removed her hand, he flushing slightly.  ‘What has you so agitated?’

‘Lord and Lady Jennings. They were in the office today.  They still think it’s the days of The Raj, ordering people about here and there while they try and do deals with less than honest politicians and various appointed fools.’

‘Deals for what?’ Sharon asked not missing a chance for Intel.

‘He wants to buy land for a development, but he really wants is to by influence for other deals. Land in the mountains for mining, but with minimal inference and by that, I mean regulations.  He has the money and the pull having several people already in his pockets, but while that is going on, I think they are missing the bigger picture.’

‘I take it by that you’re referring to Lady Jennings?’ Sharon inquired.

‘Yes,’ he said, surprised as he looked at her, a look that soon changed to admiration.

‘Her grandfather, Sir Henry Lewis, was archeologist during The Raj and right up to Independence. 

Rather than enrich culture he seems to have rather vastly enriched himself and consequently his family by stealing, jewels, books, manuscripts anything of value.  So much so that he was able to by himself a peerage and with it, respectability, well at least in England, others know better.  I think she as they say is cut from the same cloth, she has cold calculating eyes.’

How do you know that,’ Sharon asked.

‘She was asking today about access, exclusive access to Rajgad Fort, Shanivar Wada and Pataleshwar Temple, says she wanted to finish notes her grandfather left unfinished when he was forced to flee.  Surprised her could walk at all with everything he stole from us,’ Taj added with disgust.

At this Sharon became very concerned!  The conversation was now serious, and Sharon turned her young eyes to Lady Jennings scanning everything she could then back to Taj.

‘She didn’t get it did she,’ Sharon said sounding causal.

‘No, not today, but she made a stink and I’m sure it will be granted sooner rather than later.  Probably looking to remove things her grandfather didn’t have time to take,’ he said.

‘Or find,’ Sharon added and looked at him concerned as he looked back in surprise. ‘We need to go and talk in another place.’

He agreed, she paid,  they left, getting a cab she took him to her hotel and her suite.  She could see he was nervous, and she knew once she told him things, he’d be even more so, but she also knew she had just the tonic to relax them both.

She methodically laid out everything, blowing her cover, what she was up to, what she had, she offered to give the originals, she just wanted copies and what she thought Lady Jennings was up to with the request and who possibly she was either one, employed by or two working for.  Taj was dumbfounded during her recitation, but he took it all in.

‘All I wanted was a place to eat dinner and then go home.  I thought, incredible, things like this never happen, a beautiful and as it turns out smart woman and a wonderful meal with her and then all this. I guess its true, no good deed goes unpunished,’ he said.

‘Do you really think I’m beautiful,’ Sharon added as she scooped up his hands in hers and pulled him from a chair opposite hers, she guiding his hands around her waist as she snaked her arms up and around his neck.

Their first kiss was soft and tentative, maybe a few seconds, the second, right after it was longer and perfect, like they had known each other for a time.

‘You’re not escaping my punishment tonight,’ she smiled and took him by the hand into the bedroom.

***

They enjoyed a wonderful night together, Sharon ensured the hotel cleaned and pressed his clothes for the morning, so he could go back to work and implement the plan they had come up with while she put her part into action.

It did not take long for her plan to come into play, speaking the language made a huge difference, people trusted her right away. Taj had recommended a lawyer friend of his and Sharon could tell instantly he was trustworthy. They got the legal ball rolling so to speak, but in India, that ball could be made to roll very slowly and that’s just what she had in mind.

***

‘All the documents have been filed, so now its just a waiting game on that end. I suspect my attorney will be contacting me in a few days time, no doubt about meeting Lord Jennings about the properties in mention. How did you make out?’ she asked Taj as they walked about a park near his work.

The paperwork for Lady Jennings visit was submitted this morning, but I suspect it will come back, one or two sections seemed to have not been filled out correctly or at all. Of course, once those are fixed, they will be submitted again, but perhaps at that point, maybe a page goes missing, so you have at least three days to get in and get what you want before she can be granted access,’ Taj said, and Sharon smiled.

‘Then there’s no time to waste, I’ll start tonight with Rajgad Fort.’

***

Sharon drove the 54 km to the base of the Fort that night.  She needed to be alone out of the way of prying tourist or officials’ eyes.  She parked the jeep in a depression in the road and out.  A flip of the hatch at the back and she had her equipment for the trek up the mountain side path, a headlamp and a belt she clipped around her hips that carried various items so may need, her final accessory was her snakeskin black body glove to mask her movements in the night.

Sharon began her trek up the path, her eyes and ears alert for any sound out of the ordinary. Her suit was bite proof, so poisonous snakes were not a worry, the constrictive variety were another story, but that chance was remote.  She paced herself as the well used path sloped upward toward her goal. A few more twists and turns and she was within the confines of the fort, the wall between two turrets coming into view, her goal. She reached he base and rested on a small wall as she gathered her thoughts and looked at the guide, she’d written for herself as to where the prize she was looking for was located. The clues from several books pointed the way forward and she moved on. 

Rajgad Fort was built with the treasure found on the adjacent Torna Fort. This was one of the favourite forts of Shivaji Maharaj and the resting place of his wife, his queen, Saibai, it was she that Sharon was interested in, not her grave, but a favourite place of hers, a hiding place, where she hid her dairy, an account of her public life but more importantly to Sharon, her private one.

The spy entered the turret on her right and picked her way over the stones from the collapsed third floor.  She knew the riddle off by heart:

 Half you seek is all and all , knowledge comes from what is small.

Push back the night, then the day.

The book you seek is on display.

Sharon cleared a few stones to make several straight paths within the rotunda, then pulled a tape measure from her belt and took measurements along the paths noting them in on a small pad of paper she also had brought along.

She had pondered this puzzle for a while when she it upon what she was sure the riddle was asking, gravity.  The Indian Mathematician Bhaskaracharya had theorized gravity 1200 years before Newton.  Since knowledge comes from what is small, gravity force that can be counteracted with small adjustments to building, such as in a cantilever, she was sure she had to calculate the centre of gravity for a semi circle, the half part of the first line of the riddle.

‘But exactly what half of the room?’ she asked herself.

Since in theory there could be infinite points to start from in a circle.  Sharon worked on the 12 lunar cycles of the Indian Calendar, meaning she needed to make twelve separate calculations at 30 degree intervals then take the smallest point along the axis as her fixed point for the next step in the puzzle.  

She got to work on the math.

.

It took about an hour, but she soon had the exact, she hoped, point she needed.  The next part required a compass from her belt and a laser pointer.

‘I hope this was all worth it,’ she said as she walked over to wall facing the west and looked up.  She smiled and placed her hands against the only stone that the beam split exactly in half with the light and pushed it inward, her heart jumped in excitement, she had been right.  She repeated the task on the east wall and a few seconds later a stone fell to the floor and the prize was hers.

Sharon replaced everything but added her own special calling card, she knew it would be found, she wanted it to be.

‘The games bigger than just these books now,’ she said on her way out.

***

The book was safely transported to Nadira for translation and then into safe keeping in the Indian national Archive where it would be conveniently never seen again, an arrangement made through one of Nadira’s many contacts.

Sharon’s next target was Shaniwar Wada a fort built by Baji Rao.   The north facing fort was an indication of his ambitions against the Mughal Empire. The immensely strong gate of massive doors through which even elephants could pass. To prevent elephants from charging the gates, each pane of the gate consists of sharp steel spikes arranged in a grid at an approximate height of the forehead of an adult elephant.

It was these spikes that held the key to the next book, in fact one written and illustrated by Rao’s wife, Mastani, said be a highly skilled dancer she was very active in helping her husband govern his territory.

Several other texts alluded to more than that, but Rao seemed to have had a knack of weeding out his enemies and potential enemies before they could manage to unseat him from power, he also managed to have extraordinary anticipatory skill in battle, always defeating his enemies, seemingly knowing what they would do before they did it.

‘Behind every good woman,’ Sharon said as she prepared for her nighttime visit.

The first task was getting up to the spikes, 7 feet above her.  The orbs running up the middle of the door provide the climbing apparatus up.  Sharon nimbly made her way up, like spider moving in her web she reached the centre and adjusted her body for the procedure that Sharon believed was based on the favourite dance she did for her husband, one that demanded, grace, flexibility and strength.

The spy raised one leg up and parallel to her body up the wall placing her foot on one of the orbs. Her hands now reached for the first row of spikes and grasp them, they then moved forward to the second row and so on, her arms spreading wider as she elongated her body, her muscles kicking her to keep her firm, her supple body allowing her to replicate the move while her yoga focused her mind.

  

Sharon’s form displayed the body glove to perfection, her sinuous form mesmerizing as her muscles danced. She worked to the spikes she wanted, her form at full stretch and turned them until she heard a satisfying click.  Sharon moved to the next step, her body arrayed against the net of spikes as she worked. For the final position she arched over herself, her incredible strength, determination and flexibility defying gravity as she pulled up, over and back upon herself and turned the last two to a satisfying click and the sound of metal sliding against itself as an orb just above her head opened.  Sharon hung on with one hand while the other reached inside and closed around her prize.

She worked her way to the ground the concealed door having closed again as she turned the spikes back. The spy undid the bun she’d tied her hair in letting the tresses of her chestnut hair cascade about her shoulders with a shake.

‘Number two,’ she smiled.

***

Pataleshwar Temple was her last stop, again a night time encounter. Sharon stole into the shades against a pillar, the moonlight an artificial light mixing.  She slunk into the caves, away from the entrance and switched on her headlamp, adjusted to the setting she wanted and began scanning.  She found the outline within minutes.

Sharon took off her belt, unzipped her body glove, placed the lamp between her breasts on and stepped up the column base looking over her shoulder as she adjusted her body then evenly pressed against the rock and gently pushed and adjusted until she felt it give a little and swing open, then a little more until she slipped inside and the stone snapped back into place. The spy switched on her light and scanned.  A steep narrow staircase led down, Sharon, facing forward cautiously descended.

The light searched about as she made her way down to what appeared to be a small room with an inset shelf holding an ornate box made of sandalwood.  The spy opened it and smiled.  She reached into her body glove and pulled out a gift and left it behind has she ascended the steps and exited the temple.

‘A rewarding night and its still young,’ she smiled knowingly as she came back to her hotel room.

‘Quite a get up,’ Taj said as he saw the houndstooth skirt and white top she’d thrown on in the car to not cause alarm in the hotel lobby.

His arms when around her waist, a thrill enveloped Sharon as they kissed, he deftly releasing the catch on her skirt and unzipping it slowly as they squirmed in each others’ arms. Next came the buttons on the shirt and it was gone.  They stood looking at each other before Taj reached into her hair and undid her bun, he caressing her hair as it fell shaping it into place.

‘All the work for nothing,’ she said completely aroused. ‘We’re just going mess it up anyway.’

They kissed again as Sharon undid his belt and pants then his shirt, his smooth hard chest feeling the searing burn of her lips as she kissed about, he attacking the back of her neck as she gasped in delight swimming in the fact, she did not have to keep control like on a mission, all the passion, hunger and desire unleashed.

Taj maneuvered her about, she kissing him over her shoulder as he took the micro zipper of her body glove and slowly pulled it down, the sound ringing in Sharon’s ears as each tooth freed more of her until it stopped just above her paradise and Taj’s warm hand slipped inside and stroked her, Sharon dancing to the rhythm of his touch. 

‘Oh yes,’ she moaned. ‘Mmmm, you are so going to feel my, my, ooooohhhh,’ she moaned unable to complete the sentence as she climaxed, Taj wonderfully keeping it going longer than she expected, but enjoyed.

He removed her arms and pulled the suit down her back kissing all the way, Sharon dared hoping what would happen next and then having it.

His tongue worked inside her as the body glove was discarded, the moments distraction all he needed to penetrate her. Sharon caressed his hair as he worked, her breathing becoming shallower as she moaned and twisted her hips, his tongue swathing her clitoris in magic, the orgasm crash against her intensely, her body convulsing and writhing as she moaned and screamed in delight, lights exploding in her head as she gasped for air and heat flooded her figure.  Her legs, smooth and sexy and delightful slipped around him as she lowered herself to the floor Taj’s strong arms supporting her all the way as his tongue deliver the most scrumptious aftershocks, she had every had.  She tried to pulled him up but could not as his tongue found her sex again as she snapped her body about in in other climax that went on and on before he released her, she ravenously pulled him to her and they couple, her exceptional manhood, hard and quivering as she pulled him in tight. It only took three undulations of her hips to release him in glory, his long and passionate thrusting telling her all she needed to know, her skills prolonging his pleasure.

‘Oh no,’ Sharon smiled, as she rolled them over putting her on top. ‘You’re going nowhere, I still owe you,’ she honeyed and began slowly rocking him back to full alertness. ‘There that’s more like it,’ she cooed as he hardened, she gripped him in a new position as they moved together both having  wonderful orgasm before they rested and kissed and caressed each other.

The shower accommodated them both, the water caressing them as they clung to each other, an unhurried passion that when it happened was deep and moving for both.  Two final wonderful exploring joining’s in bed and they fell asleep in each others’ arms.

***

They had breakfast and each other in bed before discussing her triumph and what lay ahead.

‘Lady Jennings will get her approval on Monday,’ Taj said as he brushed her hair while Sharon sat at her vanity.

‘She’s in for a big surprise then and not the happy kind.  I suspect I have not seen the last of her or Lord Jennings, in fact I expect to be invited to meet them regarding his business, but I want that to happen after Lady Jennings has had the opportunity to be disappointed.  That should make things more interesting.’

Wendy Hammond H.O.T. Agent - Spa Spy

Wendy Hammond H.O.T. Agent was following up after her encounter with Madam Lam. What she’d discovered from her inquiries and persuasive means was an organization called FAB (Fashion and Beauty). An all female agency run uncover of legitimate women’s spas.  She had been assigned to be there best customer.  Her next beauty treatment was Mrs. Anh’s Herbal Baths.

She was greeted and showed to a well appointed room where an autoclave steamed away in the corner.  Instructed to disrobe she was given hot towels to cover her, one for her hair the other, her body, she did as requested. 

She lay on the sandalwood floor and steamed until Mrs. Anh arrived.

A touch and a voice awaken her and not in a pleasant way.

‘My poison towel has several it’s purpose Miss Hammond. Its coated in tiny Prawn Shell fragments, invisible but effective against the skin, especially a steamed skin with its pours wide open.  I’ll just remove them, so we can move on to the Spa’s secret treatment exclusively for HOT agents, The Still Lotus.’

Mrs. Anh carefully removed the hair towel then gently rolled Wendy over on the table then back to free her from the other white towel.

‘There now with a press of a button we can begin,’ she smiled as the table started to disappear into the floor leaving Wendy behind.

Mrs. Anh rolled Wendy onto her back, so she could see her then she removed her garment and placed it on a chair next to a table with oils and various other scented concoctions.  

‘You do not disappoint Miss Hammond, impressive, that will make your death even more exciting.

 'You have a nasty habit of showing up in our areas of interest,’ she added.

Mrs. Anh’s body was extremely impressive, smooth, supple yet hard and dangerous and when added with her beauty she was the complete entity and a deadly one at that. 

She pulled Wendy up at the waist then lowered herself to face her.

‘I thought you and I might do a little yoga together, Vietnamese Style of course, only not the kind they teach in studio’s, a more exotic kind,’ Mrs. Anh said as she prepared Wendy’s legs and arms. 

The woman fed Wendy’s feet into parts of her legs as she sat in the Lotus Position.  She twinned her arms around the HOT agents Mrs. Anh’s hands resting on the sides of Wendy’s neck. The two were joined but still very much apart.

‘Done, now comes the fun part. The light pressure of my nails has your arms unable to escape mine, but they can move, the only dilemma is that movement in any direction pulls you into me, same for your legs, movement will cause them to slip into mine and become trapped in my Lotus.  Eventually Miss Hammond you will be pulled into my consuming embrace and crushed.  There is no escape, only death,’ she offered.

‘You may think I can’t possibly hold you, please maintain that illusion, it has been the death of many western agents in the past.  My body may not be as taut as western agents like theirs to be, displaying corded muscles as they move but I assure you its more than up to the task of finishing you Miss Hammond.  My skill is touch and the art of concealment.  My sinuous form lurks beneath the surface, masked in soft supple flowing lines of femininity on the exterior.  My strength is concealed beneath the surface, never appearing for show as you western girls like to do, but just as deadly when employed,’ Mrs. Anh explained, then added. ‘But you’ll begin to see a feel that in time, my drug should be wearing off soon.’

The two nude women faced each other, one in total command and confidence the other trying to portray those feelings as well and doing a good job. Wendy knew not to move, she also knew Mrs. Anh would be patient, very patient with her, she would have to be the same.

Mrs. Anh remained still her body poised to deliver her lethal art as it had time and time before as she reminded Wendy.

‘This is a personal favourite Miss Hammond, simple, elegant and sexy.  Two femme fatales facing each other, only one can win, but who? It’s not always the youngest, sexist, best body.  Most often it’s the experienced woman, her years of training and practical application of her talents far too much for the other.  After all Miss Hammond you to have to ask yourself. why has she been around so long, because she is that deadly. Are you such a woman, Miss Hammond?’

Wendy remained still, the fetching beauty of Mrs. Anh on full display in front of her, both women were aroused by the contact, Mrs. Anh small perfect nipples erect and hard matched Wendy’s slightly larger breasts.

Mrs. Anh patiently waited, her eyes fixed on Wendy, her nails lightly touching the neck of the HOT agent just enough to cut the neural pathways to her arms and render them useless. Wendy looked back into her captors eyes the room silent. The Spa Siren knew her prey would have to move eventually, time was the factor.  The victim was only just held in the Lotus, but it was the angle their legs and arms were placed at in the starting position that would force the motion.  Mrs. Anh knew Wendy, no matter how talented and fit she was would spasm eventually to begin the process.  She waited and listened with her body for that moment.

‘You are well disciplined Miss Hammond, your body is not just for show, but you will move eventually, just a touch is all that’s needed to begin your envelopment.  Its been two hours so far, keep it up please, I’m enjoying this session.’

Wendy did keep it up, she hoped to frustrate the woman into a mistake.  She remained still and calm for another couple of hours until she twitched just a hair from a muscle readjustment.  Mrs. Anh pulled in just a touch, a cool piece of Wendy’s smooth skin covered over.

‘Excellent start Miss Hammond, your wall of defiance has been breeched.’

There was stillness for a time, then the HOT agent spasmed.  Wendy felt her feet slip inside the knot up to her ankles while her arms advanced as well, Mrs. Anh gliding a nail across her neck into place against a new nerve ending.

‘I told you my dear, quite a deadly predicament,’ Mrs. Anh smiled.

Wendy stilled again but this time with a little more of her captured.  Mrs. Anh now had two nails, one from each hand at the base of her neck, the others on the sides, her touch so light but so effective.

‘Still Miss Hammond, excellent, you HOT girls are marvellously trained, that just makes it even more exciting.  I can feel you wanting to move, part of the discipline is using your body to sense the others.  Your willpower is impressive, but you are close to just the slightest tremor, yes.’

Mrs. Anh pulled in. Wendy’s legs disappeared to the mid calf.  Her arms were now slightly bent back at the elbow.

‘We come closer together Miss Hammond.  My knit is becoming a little more invasive,’ she smiled.

Wendy had a better feel for Mrs. Anh’s body as she got closer, it was as impressive as she had thought, strong, supple, sinuous, sexy and beautiful, she felt her deceptive power and touch, her perfect placement and its effective results.

The HOT agent quivered her opponent contracted bending Wendy’s arms up and back as her legs disappeared to the knee.

‘We get closer Miss Hammond, closer physically and closer to your demise,’ Mrs. Anh honeyed.

The spy was being compressed quicker now, her body being worked in a little more every minute or so. No matter how hard she tried to resist she moved, and Mrs. Anh took more of her in.  Soon she released her nails for Wendy’s neck.

‘No need for that any longer Miss Hammond, your arms are entangled in mine, you can’t escape,’ she smiled even as Wendy moved again and then embrace crushed inward time and again.

The Hot agent was entangled in the Lotus fully now.  Mrs. Anh’s arms had themselves into hers in a warren of bends and sealed them behind her neck and shoulders. Her legs lost in the Lotus. 

‘Now my dear, a most intimate death, pull me in, I’m quite intoxicating,’ Mrs. Anh said putting one of her cheeks against the HOT agents.

Wendy was aroused, she knew it was part of the trap, she resisted as best she could, but entangled as far as she was it was useless, Mrs. Anh was too alluring, she moved, and their cheeks brushed.

‘Don’t be ashamed Miss Hammond, its natural and under different circumstances, well perhaps its best just to imagine that,’ Mrs. Anh whispered in her ear then moved past it as the HOT agent twitched.

Pinched in again and again Mrs. Anh delivered Wendy into pain.  The HOT agent was tight and getting tighter by the minute, her young body devoured in the women’s lethal yoga.  Wendy managed a kiss and a tongue inside Mrs. Anh’s ear, her offering received with pleasure as were the small nips to her neck before her offerings pulled in chin and head tight to the shoulder of the woman.

‘Yes, it would have been nice,’ Mrs. Anh purred.

What was pleasure for one was torment for the other as the Lotus began taking its toll on the Hot agent.

The two lethal ladies were pressed closer together. Wendy in agony moved all the time further punishing her as Mrs. Anh closed tighter about her, the ancient technique providing its deadly embrace to the HOT agent.

Mrs. Anh contracted constantly now, her victim lost in the body knot as so many others.  She knew it would only be a few more minutes at most that she could enjoy the soft form of the HOT agent against hers, feel her heat and smell her delicious scent before she would be finished.

Wendy got weaker, as did her struggling sounds until they started to fade away, another small contraction and it would be over. 

A final squeeze and it ended as Wendy fell free into a lump beside Mrs. Anh, both still.  Wendy had almost no feeling in her body, she just lay still panting and moaning hoping she could arouse some feeling in her form, she knew Mrs. Anh could not.

Eventually she had enough energy to stretch out her form and look at her opponent for several minutes, then several minutes after that enough power to roll away and then back to her opponent, her lips against Mrs. Anh’s ear.

‘Just as the bee pollinates the plant so it can sting it as well Mrs. Anh. My touches to your ear and neck, while delightful, served a purpose, as did my rather hard nipples.  In combination they caused a short circuit in your nerve endings, temporarily stopping the signals to your muscles and turning them to mush allowing me to escape your lethal embrace.  I’ll be fine in a few minutes, you however have several hours of stillness remaining, long enough for me to get away,’ Wendy smiled.

It took the spy a while to find her feet and just as long to dress. Still was still no where near 100% when she knelt beside Mrs. Anh.

‘Goodbye for now Mrs. Anh,’ she said and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. ‘Yes, you were right, it would have been nice.’