One Woman Too Many

The Giant Moth larva only needs one bite to paralyse its victim and once bitten its deadly cocoon of poisonous silk will slowly kill Miss Han in a silky sticky shroud,” Troung purred.

“That is all well a good but what if she kills me first,” he said to his partner.

“You need to think more with what’s upstairs than what’s between your legs,” she said reaching out and grabbing his hard phallus.  “In that way a woman can’t lead you around.”  As if to emphasize the point she took several steps and he was forced to be pulled after her until she let go.

“You and I both know that a woman can lure a man into doing just about anything, their means never seem to add up to the sum total, but the result is almost always the same, just as they were a second ago with you, ” he said not the least bit embarrassed.

            “I knew I should have asked that this be a solo assignment so I didn’t have to baby sit you, but I suppose that is a moot point,” Troung said with a look of annoyance.

            “That still does not guarantee us success,” he said equally annoyed.

“I have just the sort of guarantee you require, come with me,” she said. 

“Once you have this position she is helpless to resist.  Spend your reserves and hers, weaken her thoroughly as I have shown you and then she’ll be finished and easy prey.  Now as for your protection,” Troung said releasing him and moving to her vanity, her negligee flowing in the tropical breeze that pushed in through the French doors of their suite, her tall petite body so excellently displayed he could feel himself getting harder with each step she took.   

“Miss Han is Korean and by nature they prefer the soft kill and the use of poisons.  We’ve taken care of the soft part now to neutralise the other,” she said picking up a lipstick an expertly applying a coat then getting up and slipping into his arms.

“She’ll employee her lethal feminine arsenal to full impact,” she said kissing him with ease.

“Lipstick will be one of her weapons, poisonously creamy and sweet and all it takes is one touch of a woman’s lips like I just did.  Miss Han will either use a deadly first kiss lipstick or a paralysing one, I suspect a paralysing lipstick so she can finish you in a knot at her leisure,” Troung smiled.

“What can I do against that?” she said desperately.

“I’m doing it now with my kisses.  My lipstick is a sealant it coats yours in a clear impenetrable shield that Miss Han’s lipstick will not be able to get past, just a few more kisses and we can move on,” she said with throaty pleasure. 

            “Now your body and her means of attack, let’s start with her body, a kiss to your root will deliver her lipstick just as effectively as will close contact with your skin via her body cream.  Or she could use her nails and scratch you with a poisonous nail polish, her nails are well sculpted as I’ve observed.  Then finally there’s this,” she said and batted her eyelashes on his cheek. 

“What was that about?” he asked.

“The Korean Fan, a bat of her eyelashes can not only attract they can kill.  Her mascara hardens her lashes into razor sharp tongs and tips them with a lethal poison, one bat and she can finish you,” Troung said before adding.

            Fortunately I have a solution,” she said holding up a bottle then leading him into the en suite and starting a bath. 

            She drained the bottle into the running water then motioned for him to remove his clothes and get in. 

            “Much like my lipstick only it coats the body in a breathable membrane impervious to any of Miss Han’s weapons, immerse yourself completely and then step out of the bath and let your body dry naturally,” she said.

            “Your defences are set just remember what I taught you and we’ll be rid of Miss Han,” she smiled and left him to his own devices and the devices of Yee Sun Han.

            Yee Sun had enjoyed there date, she always made her targets think that way, it distracted them, and distracted men made mistakes.  She added to the distraction immensely with her looks and her dress, a darling number in sheer pink, with slit sides all the way up and a neckline that left nothing to the imagination.  Her small breasts filled it out just nicely and hid just enough of her assets to make eyes stare in the hopes of more.  She caught him once or twice looking a fraction of second too long.  The smooth fabric stretch over her small taut ass that Yee Sun used to wiggle about while they danced; he forced himself not to grip it as they swayed about the floor. 

            “That is a wonderful dress I can’t take my eyes of it,” he said while they danced.

            “That’s a pity,” she said back softly.

            “Why?” he asked his curiosity getting the better of him.

            “Because when it’s off of me and I’m naked before you does that mean you’ll still be staring at?”

            He felt himself hardening at the thought and backed away just a little from her closeness as they danced to cover his tracks.  Yee Sun smiled, she knew she had him when he made that motion.

            “Care to join me in a drink?” he said as he went to the bar.

            “No thanks care to join me?” she said as the spy unhooked her dress and let it fall.  “I don’t believe in under garments, to much fuss,” she said a she stood naked before him.

            Again he was hard instantly, but this time it didn’t matter, he fumbled behind the bar with his clothes trying to look casual as his heart raced and his mind screamed for him to hurry up and get to her.  Somehow he managed to control his actions just enough to look as if he expected it to happen this way. 

            They kissed several times before she detached himself and slid down his chest, his heart hammering as he anticipated what was about to happen.  Her first touch was like a tingle of electricity had been introduced to his body, then the sensation of being warm all over, followed by sudden jolts of ecstasy that shot straight from his rod to his mind and overload it for a fraction of second.  His body twitched and his knees swayed and wobbled as he ran his hands through her hair and about her shoulders. 

            Yee Sun’s hands searched up his legs and circled his ass as she coddled and kissed his member.  The slightest of motions in her arms indicated to him that she wanted him to join her; he slowly lowered as she held on, his massive stem firmly and softly with the confines of her pleasuring lips while her hands gently stroked the base. 

            He was totally in a dream state, just as she wanted.  Yee Sun slipped one hand off his mound and clicked open the bottom of the heel on one of her shoes.  The beautiful spy removed the tube and turned it up with one hand then removed her mouth from his rod and coated her lips while her hands stroked and rubbed his members in such a way he never suspected.  Yee Sun had the tube back in the heels secret compartment within seconds.

            “That was just the warm up, I guarantee this will really blow you away,” Yee Sun said sexily as her lips softly closed about his throbbing tip for a second before sliding fully up his shaft and them back down again until she turned her lips about his tip, his body jerking and twisting joy at the pleasure she was delivering. 

            She knew instantly she’d not been successful, but did not panic, instead she pleasured him some more before leaving his tip and kissing up his body, her lips leaving red outlines of her presence as she ascended.  She kissed him a few times as she wriggled about, he reacting to the soft delights of her body by moving just as much until he managed to flip her over on her back. 

They kissed in that position, Yee Sun’s lower half resting on top of his lower half while her face was tilted towards his sideways as his was to hers.  She nuzzled and prodded with her kisses as she manoeuvred to expose his neck, up success, Yee Sun came in close and flicked her eyelashes, again to no effective.

            “He’s very well prepared against by poisonous onslaught, but there are other ways a woman has, OHHH!” she said and then screamed in her mind as his rod slipped into her ass and impaled her.

Yee Sun had been caught out of position, her body worked to keep itself free with soft distracting moves as she tried to seduce him into making a mistake.  Kisses and rubs and rolls about the floor did nothing to gain her position of distraction for escape.  He captured her an hour later with a series of slow winding moves Troung had taught him, her lavender scented body inching into his embrace in an unwilling dance.  His body flexed and pushed into hers.  Yee sun’s walls surround him in her grip totally with that final thrust and began to work.

“You may be sealed from my poisonous touch by not a massaging touch lover,” she cooed as she squirmed and felt and adjusted and adjusted.

“Yes Miss Han, Troung even thought of that,” he laughed. 

“He’s wearing a shield, I can’t massage him!” she exasperated in her mind.

He tightened slowly as Troung had instructed and worked his hips and his body about her as Yee Sun fought on until she was climaxed.  She quaked and gasped and pulled her entwined form as she searched for freedom and was rewarded with another orgasm. 

“That’s right darling, slowly, work into her body, every corner, make her feel you,” Troung encouraged into the television monitor as she watched the opera unfold.

Yee Sun had slipped deeper into his hold over the two orgasms, she was close again and one more would lock her in the knot and finish her.

“NO. NO!” she moaned and refused him for a while until the motion changed; she fell seconds later unable to hold back his instrument.

“I have you Miss Han,” he chimed.

She was climaxed frequently over the next several hours as he closed about her and applied the Vietnamese Massaging Prawn.  Yee Sun was weakened carefully, attention given to every part of her body.  The final half hour was spend caressing her as he slowly undid his knot keeping her secure until the end before he slithered free and kissed her non responsive lips and left freeing her means of death before he did.

Yee Sun was unable to move as she saw the Giant Moth Larva come into her view. 

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            “A job well done, but then the instruction was perfect.  If you’re still up it,” She gripping his member softly.  “Perhaps we can celebrate after you take a shower,” Troung said slyly. 

             Troung came up behind him and pressed her cool naked body into his.  She nuzzled his neck then reached around and kissed him slowly before her long legs tripped him to the floor and into her awaiting ensnarement. 

            “Perhaps I neglected to inform you my shielding lipstick has a time limit in its effectiveness,” she stated, as her nude form activated around him.  “My lipstick, weak, but just enough to allow me to strike and hold and relax you a touch while my body secures you.” Troung kissed in her lipstick and used its limited effects to coil him into her Sticky Palm Knot.

“Death, lover, a slow death as ordered, my knot is imbedded and my Skin Suffocating Baby Powder is a special blend just for the male of the species.  I should have just kissed you with a death lipstick, but I wanted you to feel what a real woman is capable of with her body,” she hissed.

He knew more than she thought and soon he was working on escape and her death.  Troung hugged him tight; kissed his neck as she contracted her knot then just when he was ready to strike she reached back into the bun of her hair and pulled out a surprise.  She glided the pink cream perfectly about her lips then replaced it in the bun all without him knowing then glued their damp bodies tighter in her knot as he worked.

Troung’s baby powder was slow acting as was her choice of knots.

His body rolled them over and she was arched away from his form, her body left to cool in the heat and conceal in her own baby powder.  She twisted and wormed her naked long form in the shadows as he laughed and reached up and removed her lipstick tube from her bun

“Your coating did not go unnoticed Troung, I learned more from you than you thought, so I took precautions, but apparently my counter did and now you’re secured in the Drying Butterfly and helpless,” he offered.  

Troung glistened in the moonlight, her body damp and cooling in her trap as the clear shroud formed around her flexible body.  She was encased in her trap totally after two hours, her second skin sealed to her first, he discarded her and showered peeling off the little of her death trap that had sealed to him.  When he returned dressed and ready to leave her golden skinned body was searching for a way free, her nails looking for a flaw the coating.  Her body never looked better as she contorted and swayed inside her own trap, her muscles dancing against the stretching shroud, so lethal in other ways but here reduce to display purpose only.  The sexy spy caught him out of the corner of her eye watching her, she had a chance.

The spy forced herself to her feet and danced for him, her serpent body using all its seductive charm as she worked on the suffocation trap.  He came closer, she fell into him and danced, he had never been able to refuse her body and a trapped body was too erotic to pass up, he stripped and worked her struggling body into his favourite and fatal hold The Pressing Python, her writhing body fighting with all she had until them fell to the floor and his undulations rippled around her in constricting madness. 

Troung shimmied and snaked until exhausted and stilled.  He undulated his physique every few minutes as she limply fought and moaned until he could feel her succumbing to the pressure and the sealant.  Her lips safely behind a clear barrier he turned her head and kissed her, her lips responding wonderfully as        she nipped his lips then provided another long kiss and a few final nips before she smiled and slunk free.

The spy peeled away the seal and blissfully let her skin breathe again before rolling on top of him and tilting her face over on the side to look at him.  

“You never could resist me even when you should.  That shower you took to wash off any of my baby powder so you had to use the special soap of mine, it leaves a residual trace for a few hours that acts to remove any of the powder you may have missed.  When I saw you watching me twist and writhe I knew I had a chance.  You made a mistake in letting me dry with my legs and arms apart in that way I could still stand and dance for you baby, my seduction trap employed to maximum effective.  When I fell against you my mouth touched your skin and part of the enzyme, it dissolved the shield of death around my lips over time, and your knot dissolved the rest.  I knew you would not finish me without one final kiss and you knew you were safe.  I was unsure myself but I see the effects have not been dulled with time, only you have baby.  My blend is referred to as Pink Passion Paralysis, total and instant body paralysis for hours all delivered with the soft lips of a woman, now to finish you,” Troung cooed as she kissed him a few more times then got to her feet and walked to her closet before returning.

“Now my little fly since I have caught you I now must spin you into my web for safe keeping.  The negligee is the web and I’ve already bitten you with my paralysing venom,” Truong worked about him spinning her web of death around him until she glowed, her naked body free of her weapon and wet with exertion.

“My web of death baby contracting strands of silk designed to deliver a crushingly soft caress of death,” she hissed in delight. 

She gave him a long kiss goodbye then dressed, packed and left; he was dead before she closed the door.  

A Night of Passion - Alternate Ending

Veena twisted her bound form to relieve the pressure on her zones; it worked for several minutes buying her body time to recover from her orgasm before his minute adjustments embraced her compellingly in his seduction.  His muscles finely caressed her pussy as her nipples were stroked back and forth by the lightest of touches from him.  Veena thrashed desperately to avoid the coming ocean of desire that was being built inside her.  She shimmied and slithered as she denied him another conquest of her body as she worked to reposition her form for a strike on him.  The Silkworm twisted and counter twisted as they danced, her gorgeous body glowing with moisture and raw sex appeal.  He moved about her pussy in a new way and she flinched, then again as he repeated the motion, a slow drag across her lips that set her on fire.  Veena jerked for just a second, seemed to recover then screamed in delight as she was climaxed her body bounced savagely as she came.

 She vaguely felt two loops come around her and pin her in place freezing her body as he rubbed her without remorse. The Silkworm was reduced to a plaything; her body was orgasmed in an insatiable manner by the Silk Snake over the next hour, her moans and screams of joy lessening with each pleasuring as she weakened.  Veena’s well disciplined and trained body slackened under the assault until she lay still as he climaxed her yet another time.

 Hot and weak she felt him wrap himself about her, his coils rolling around her spent form in languid turns, unhurried in their application.  One loop was tightly fitted against another as the Silkworm’s naked form vanished slowly under a sea of green turning skin.  It took over twenty minutes of careful coiling until he had his prey positioned to his liking.  His body now covered her, head to toe except for her face Veena had disappeared inside his green wall which now began to dance around her.  Veena was too exhausted to fight back effectively and to ensure his dominance he climaxed her again inside his green embrace.  The Silkworm willingly succumb to his numerous touches, her assassin had mastered her totally. 

 The Silkworm was not to afforded a quick end, his coils danced her to his tune for hours, her body baked inside his hug as she barely hung onto consciousness and still he would not finish her, she soon realised why.  The Silk Snake compressed himself about her for several minutes secreting his weapon of death.  Veena felt it wash about her completely getting into every pore of her skin until he undid himself by turning her body over and over in his retreating coils until she was free of him laying on her back.  She watched him slither off into the garden, his job done.

 Veena was glazed and helpless, covered in the gel of the Silk Snake, a quick drying contracting shroud of pure soft sexual skin suffocating death.  The irony of a Silkworm being coated in a deadly silken sheet was not lost on her as she lay glued to the floor unable to move in the sticky silk binding.   She lay still saving her energy for the fight ahead her gelled body cooling slowly in her night heat. 

 The gel began to harden about her after half an hour, its contracting properties felt instantly by her.  She was shrouded in the silk cloak within the hour; free of the sticky gel she wormed her form inside the trap carefully moving her feet.  The silk net crushing in a form fitting embrace as she writhed for any space she could find.  Veena fought until she was gasping for breath, the skin suffocation trap was embracing her in its fatal touch.  She worked slower and slower over the next while until just faint movement was detected underneath the silk. 

 Veena twisted a final time and smiled as a ripping noise filtered up her body and a sexy wet leg fell out, the rest of the Silkworm spilled out a small while later.  Veena heaved a sigh of relief and removed her toe ring, its jagged edge usually for a poison scratch and managed to snare an edge of the silk and rip a small tear in it over time.

 “Perhaps another day, but not today my enemies,” she smiled.

We Three Chapter 3

The inspiration for some of the events in this chapter is the result

of a suggestion by a reader.  Thanks to Py for them and this chapter is dedicated to him.

Chapter Three:

            Her heels clicked across the lobby in even measured tones as she made her way to the main desk, her passing presence attracting more than a few backward glances at her figure.  The white silk skirt and jacket coupled with her opened green blouse, pale green wide brimmed hat that hid her face mysteriously from view and white pumps were designed to allure.  It was however the body they covered that drew the glances. 

            “Paige Worthington I believe you have a reservation for me?” her refined English accent wafted up to the desk clerk from under the brim of her hat. 

            “Yes Miss Worthington, we’ve been expecting you welcome to Rangoon.  Your luxury cabin is waiting I will have your bags taken there immediately.”

            “Thank you.  Can you please tell when the casino opens?” she asked raising her face to his.

            “Seven P.M. miss, but the really big players do not show up until after 10,” he offered somewhat nervously as he motioned for a bellhop.

            Soon she was out the side entrance by the pool and winding her way down a side cobblestone path towards her cabin.  After tipping the bellboy she closed the door and exhaled for what she thought must have been the first time since arriving at the hotel minutes ago. 

            “What the hell am I doing here?” she wondered aloud.  “I get myself mixed up with a spy and suddenly I’m recruited! Me! Dumpy, bookworm, computer nerd, fat Paige Worthington. 

            It took several minutes and numerous mental memory slaps from Sharon to somewhat put her fears to rest.  That Paige Worthington, at least as far as the dumpy, fat connotation was a ghost of the past thanks to rigorous training, both mental and physical. 

            She’d always had a beautiful face and a vivacious personality; the problem was nobody got that far they always stopped the minute they saw her body!  That mistake had been rectified!  At twenty-one she was C.O.I.L.’s youngest agent and the type of agent that went against the grain.  Paige methodically unpacked her clothes before stripping of her own garments and removing her accoutrements folding and placing each item in its designated area until she stood naked before the large double closet mirrors her milky white smooth skin drinking in the freedom. 

            The minute Sharon had seen Paige she knew she had the potential to be a very good agent, she already had the cognitive abilities she just needed the physical tools and the reflection in the mirror confirmed Sharon had succeeded!  Every inch of her 5’ 6” frame was as hard as polished marble yet as soft and smooth as silk to the touch, yet she was far from the classic femme fatale spy of books or movies. 

            “And that’s your biggest advantage as it was mine throughout my career and I seem to have managed!” Sharon had told her.  “Your curves may not be as sharp as other female agents, but they are just as deadly! Your legs are magnificent, slim ankles, shapely round full calves and powerful thighs not to mention that incredible firm butt of yours.  Mix in the waist, just made for a man’s arms, your large firm breasts, those sensual full lips, dark brown eyes and that incredible thick wavy chestnut coloured hair and you have it all!  Now we add to that you’re athletic skills, incredible suppleness, quickness and power to give you a very complete and very fatal package.  You’re a rare woman Paige,” Sharon had told her.  “You combine sex appeal, brains, style and strength in one package.  You’re the perfect full figured agent, seemingly harmless, but in reality deadly!”

            “Time to work on at least one aspect of that,” Paige thought as she slowly let her legs slip apart lowering her into a split posture.  She stopped her descent just as few inches from the floor her leg muscles holding her still while she slowly undulated her hips back and forth.  After several minutes Paige placed her hands on the floor in front of her and pushed down taking her body of the floor as she slowly pressed herself into a handstand.  The young spy pumped up and down on her arms several times her shoulders and back rippling with sinuous sexuality.  Next she splayed her legs ninety degrees from each other, then down in front of her as she touched them to the top of her head.  At a leisurely pace she raised them up again at held them in front of her parallel to the floor her elasticity and power in harmony.  She elevated herself back into a handstand and then brought them down into a standard push up posture only without touching the floor!  Each leg in turn came up her back and next to her head before returning.  She pulled them through her arms and lowered herself to the floor where she continued to stretch her figure with a series of erotic contortions and positions.  She finished in a lotus position, rested and then rose to prepare for the evening ahead.

            He confidently reached for the card and slowly raised it out from between the others in his hand when a perfectly manicured nail touched the top of it and pushed it back down.

            “I think that would be a mistake Colonel Su Chi,” came a sultry voice from behind him  “I would play this one!” Paige said as she pulled another card free and discarded it. 

            The card was eagerly picked up and replaced by another that was just as enthusiastically retrieved by the Colonel followed by the word “Gin!” as he discarded and placed his cards on the green felt table. 

            Paige stepped into view by his side before shimming into the seat beside him careful to make sure her dress had the desired effect she wanted.  A dazzling pale emerald strapless gown with a thigh slit greeted his gaze as she scanned her.  One barest of outlines of one of her legs showed along the edge of the material, more than enough to warrant closer inspection, which he did.  He moved upward to her teeming breasts as they strained behind the material, the dividing rigid line mesmerizing him for a second until he moved to her face!  Beautiful full pink frosted lips, deep brown eyes and her hair done up in ringlets and pinned in place to flawlessness giving her distinction above all others in the room.  

            “Thanks miss, but how did you know?” he asked still scanning her body.

            “I’ve been observing the game for sometime.  I took note of the cards played, did a simplistic statistical calculation, factored in the probability of the cards not seen and came up with the answer,” Paige smiled.  “Just my way of introducing myself Colonel, Paige Worthington of Mnemonic Systems Inc.”

            “Yes, you just finished a project for the State Security Service to glorious success I’m told,” he smiled back charmingly.

            “It would seem that it wasn’t that secure if civilians now about it,” she said with a wry smile and light in her eyes.

            “Although no longer in the military I still have contacts within the government, in this country it is the prudent thing to do should one wish to remain competitive.  Tell me Miss Worthington are you unattached at the moment?”

            Paige shifted her torso slightly but naturally for his benefit, as she did the slit opened exposing one of her comely legs.  “I’m free for the rest of the evening,” she answered slyly.

            “Excellent news and I assure you I shall take full advantage of it, but actually I was inquiring about you availability for employment. 

            “At the present time I’m completely unencumbered and at your disposal!  How about you Colonel?” Paige said her brown eyes going even wider.

            “I can assure you Miss that the Colonel is quite encumbered!” a female voice said from off to the side.  “Now if you’ll excuse me girl you happen to be in my chair!”

            “My executive assistant Mai Tai, Miss Worthington,” the Colonel said somewhat crestfallen at the interruption.

            “Please call me Paige,” the spy answered into the Colonel’s eyes, as she took no notice of Mai. 

            “Pleasure,” Mai snapped.  “Thank you for keeping the Colonel company during my absence now please run along I’m sure the buffet table is still open and the casino is for adults only!

            “Paige looked up and smiled at her but inside she was burning with rage!  The age remark didn’t bother her, but the buffet remark scored a direct hurtful blow.  Like all people who have undergone a transformation of their body there is always that lingering feeling that the old self still lurks under the skin and could re-emerge at a moments notice!  Paige knew this wasn’t true for her anymore on an intellectual basis, but she still had not mastered the emotional level attached to this and every cutting remark hurt her deeply!   Luckily before it could be allowed to fester any more the Colonel spoke up.

“Paige and I were just in the preliminary stages of discussing her working for me on a consulting basis for the next little while Miss Tai when you showed up.  This however is not the place, would you care to join me at my private table Paige?” he asked.

            “Thank you Colonel I’d love to,” she answered flashing a victorious look at Mai.

“Miss Tai be so kind as to bring us to fresh drinks,” the Colonel said in a dismissive tone.

            “Yes Colonel,” she answered before adding cuttingly.  “No doubt Miss Worthington’s will be a diet drink of some kind!” she said derisively before flouncing off as Paige took the Colonel’s arm in full view of her. 

            As he led her off Paige made note of Mai Tai.  She wore the classic little black dress to perfection!  She had long lean, well-cared for and trained legs; Paige watched the muscles in her calves and thighs as she moved away.  Her arms were spare, sexy and toned and her figure was devastatingly curvy as her dress utterly exhibited!  Her long black hair had been very elegantly coifed and piled which only added to her appearance and what Paige could only describe as her fatal sexiness! 

            The Colonel and Paige soon lost her in the crowd as they made their way to his private seat, once in place, they began to discuss his proposal for business which Paige accepted after some negotiation and a tad more flirting. 

            “You’ve just missed all the fun Miss Tai,” Paige said as the woman returned followed by a waiter with their drinks.  She deposited herself across from the two, as it was the only seat available and looked menacingly at Paige a smile pasted on her face as her eyes burned with fire, the kind of flame only another woman can see! 

            “Well if that’s the case it must be way past your bedtime little girl!  Why don’t you run along and let the adults have some time to themselves?” Mai poisonously offered. 

            Paige merely took her drink, offered a mock toast with it took a sip before placing in down and turning to the Colonel.  “Miss Tai is right, besides Colonel I’m sure you and I will have many opportunities to get to know each other better in the future as I’m sure we’ll be working very closely with each!”

            She smoothly exited the booth, shook hands with her new employer and nodded victoriously to Mai before walking away; the Colonel’s eyes glued her to wondrous rock hard ass and contoured figure until she was completely out of sight. 

            “Fat English tart!” Mai spat bringing the Colonel’s eyes back to meet hers.  “C.O.I.L. must be scraping the bottom of the barrel or they’re even weaker that D.O.O.M. suspects!”

            “English, yes, tart, no, fat, most certainly not, C.O.I.L. agent definitely!” he corrected and confirmed.  “No, that is a woman in tip top condition if I’m any judge of the female form and I think I am!” he said egotistically reaching for Mai’s hand with his.

            Mai pulled it away as he got closer, he reached again and she retreated a little more, he got the hint and stopped his pursuit.  

            “Don’t tell me your jealous of Miss Worthington my dear?”

            “As jealous as you are intrigued,” she bounced back.  “Besides after tonight it will no longer be a concern for either of us,” she said calmly.

            The Colonel smiled.  “I suppose I will be expecting you in the office rather later than usual tomorrow Miss Tai?  I expect you and Miss Worthington will be rather involved well into the early hours?  I had hoped to keep her alive for sometime, she could have been of some amusement and use to us.”

            “I provide you with all the amusement you can handle!” she said jealously. 

            “Yes you do my dear,” he added.  “Actually I was referring to the fact that in spite of being an obvious C.O.I.L. agent she is, according to my source in the government quite an excellent computer and production/operations engineer.  We could have used her talents to help us streamline our production and speed up the project, giving her just enough information along the way to keep her interested until we had what we needed, then well, we’d simply terminate the services of her.  However, you have rendered that plan obsolete Miss Tai!  What method will you use to kill her!”

            “I wouldn’t waste my talents on that girl!  I have however arranged something just as stifling to dispose of her,” Mai sinisterly grinned.

The Colonel although he was curious to know the method decided he wouldn’t take the bait instead he decided to tease his assistant some more.

“Yes I can understand your reluctance to confront Miss Worthington one on one, she does have a rather unique and powerful body!  You are very wise to avoid her my dear!”

            “I can assure you Colonel that should Miss Worthington, however unlikely survive her ordeal I will be more than pleased to kill her myself!  There are numerous knots within my extensive repertoire specifically designed for women like her!” Mai retorted taking up the challenge to her honour.  “Shall we leave, the working day comes soon enough and since now I have no reason to be late I have other plans for the rest of the night!” she smiled seductively. 

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            Paige was elated with her success and seething with anger at Mai Tai for the cutting comments she’d made, but more so that she’d allowed them to bother her to the extent they still did!  She decided the best way to alleviate her tension was a nice soak in the tub and a good nights sleep.  The spy started the water, added some bubble bath to the large cast iron clawed foot tub then left it to fill while she got out of her clothes.  She undid her hair letting it fall naturally about her shoulder in thick wavy cascades before picking up her treasured tortoise shell hair clip that had once belonged to Sharon and had now been passed to her.  With her hair clipped in place she danced off to the bathroom and slipped her body beneath the water immersing herself up to the top of her neck in bubbles. 

            The young spy let the waters carry about her tension as she slipped into a semi conscious state her mind wandering off into an ethereal dreamland.  Paige barely surfaced as she reached for the soap puff; it was then that she fully surfaced!

            The water roiled and splashed, lapping over the edge and spilling its soapy contents on the floor as Paige thrashed and strained her body beneath the waters!  Somehow her arms had become fused to her sides, likewise her legs to each other and all her exertions had failed to free her! 

            “I need more room that this!” she thought.

            Paige with great effort slipped her chin over the lip of the tub, twisted her body sideways, placed her legs against the far wall of the tub and heaved herself up and over the edge!  Spilling out onto the floor with a crash and a torrent of soapy water that coated the floor Paige lay on her back her eyes widening as she surveyed her body!  The C.O.I.L. agent’s body was totally encased in thousands of tiny bubbles that clung tenaciously to her naked form! 

            Surrounded in a cushion of slick globules Paige’s body slipped about the floor, unable to adhere to any surface, she couldn’t work herself free by utilizing her strength!  The spy quickly realized the futility of movement, she lay still and waited for the next phase of the trap, so far all it had accomplished was to gel her arms and legs together. 

            The green C.O.I.L. agent didn’t have to wait long as a strange tingling sensation began to explode about her.  Paige felt herself being lowered slowly to the floor as the bubbles began to pop out her, from the inside out until she was only one row of bubbles away, it however was the largest. 

            “When these pop I work myself free,” she thought confidently. 

            The soapy slick agent tilted her head just in time to observe the watery orbs begin their final dance about her form.  Paige watched several burst at the base of her neck, the effluence shooting into the air and then cascading down upon her in a clear coagulate that affixed itself to her skin and congealed almost instantly!  The spy instinctively closed her eyes as a shower of the mixture fell on her face covering her eyes, mouth and hair.  It was only with great effort that she was about to force her mouth open and thrust her tongue through the transparent film, her eyes opened and she looked out through the membrane that overlaid her skin.  Paige thrashed her head up and down knocking loose the clip that skittered across the wet floor as her hair spilled free and was immediately coated in the last of the exploding bubbles!  The agent instantly recognized her fate!

            “ Shit! The exploding bubbles have sealed in my skin!  Unless I can break free I’ll die from suffocation, just like Shirley Eaton in Goldfinger!” she thought in a panic. 

            The disappearance of the bubbles did not alleviate the slipperiness of the trap for the young agent!  The lustrous transparent membrane was just as waxy as she slithered helplessly around the floor unable to grip the floor and power her way out!  Paige flipped and wriggled her hemmed in body as she danced across the floor unable to escape her clinging partner’s hold.  Her endless toiling exhausted the young agent slowly over time, unable to breathe except through her mouth Paige’s body began to pant and heave with every movement of her frame her chest straining the sealant but never breaking it.  Her exertions made her body hot inside its cocoon, the heat damaging her further as it sapped her energy reserves.

            Finally hot and exhausted she managed by pure chance to wedge her cemented legs behind the pedestal sink.  Paige slowly began to twist and bend her torso employing all her considerable suppleness to escaping the cloak of death she’d fallen prey to.  She pulled up at the waist, straining the wrap, her taut ass dancing from side to side as her lower back carried the weight, still the sheet of film refused to release her!  Paige stubbornly continued her stretching but the veil of translucent death mirrored every move!  She collapsed with a thud to the floor after more than an hour of futile effort even more exhausted and defeated than before. 

            It was the perfect trap to employ against her type of agent and Paige knew it!  The trap neutralized all of her bodily weapons, her muscles and flexibility in one deadly package leaving her impotent to its effects!  She tried again to free herself bowing herself to the breaking point, but not the mask of death, until she slipped slid across the floor crashing hard with the opposite wall. 

            The film was growing increasingly cloudy from her sweat and heat, objects were starting to blur and the young agent could feel her body weakening and her mind fogging from the lack of oxygen!  She twisted and arched her hips then flipped herself over on her stomach for a final desperate bid at freedom!  Her head crashed to the floor her eyes flickered the light and shadow mingling so much that she couldn’t be sure it was there.  Paige focused hard and although still not certain she moved toward it anyway.

“Even a mirage is welcome at this point,” she thought.

Paige thought she was close but couldn’t be sure so she cautiously opened her mouth and probed with her lips and tongue for the elusive object.  She was extremely light headed and unsure when she finally seized the object between her teeth and forced her body over onto its back. 

“One chance Paige make it count!” she exclaimed to herself as she thrust her head up the force the movement sending her traversing her yet again about the floor until she crashed into an object, just as she had hoped.  The spy’s head whiplashed forward and down between her breast then back again in a fraction of a second, the object flew from her mouth and was lost for good, but the spy had achieved her aim! 

A tiny fissure had been poked it the film and as Paige’s chest heaved and swelled the opening began to grow unable to resist the force of her attack!  She soon had the coating split from her bush to her neck and minutes later the lithesome young agent was shedding her unwanted skin as she slowly pulled herself free her skin glistening with moisture. 

Paige looked around the room until she saw the object of her freedom few steps retrieved the tortoiseshell hair comb Sharon had passed to her. 

“Sharon was right, you are a useful object, especially your tungsten coated teeth!”

Paige cleaned herself over the next little while.  When she was at last free of all the sealant she retrieved her cell phone, her finger pausing over one of the speed dial keys as she looked up.  He cover was compromised and protocol, not to mention self-preservation, meant that her end of the assignment was at an end or was it.

“Every assignment has a price,” Sharon had always told her.

“Maybe that price is me!” Paige said as she put down the phone.

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            “It cannot be!” she said her eyes snapping open as she sat bolt up right in bed.

            She reached for her silk robe at the end of the bed with one had while simultaneously with the other pulling back one panel of the curtains from her four poster bed.  She walked toward the large oak doors that lead out onto the balcony a blast of warm air and city noises from below greeting her.  Even this early in the morning the din the Rome, the eternal city hummed. 

            “It cannot be, but it must!” she said to the night.

            She reached forth her hands, pushing them into the air and the dark of the night as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her dream.  The woman pushed away the darkling veils, each in turn until she saw her vision, just as before and then not at all.  She pulled her robe tighter against her body before crossing her arms across her chest, her hands clasping her shoulders.

            “I will find you!”