A Parting of the Ways - Chapter Two

Claire left the COIL offices and got into an awaiting cab.

 “4 Chelsea Square please,” she told the driver then relaxed as the cab negotiated back into London traffic barely missing a pedestrian who slammed his hand down on the hood of the cab, made a rude gesture and stomped on his way.

The ride was quiet and uneventful, Claire supposed she gave the look of not wishing to engage in the daily news or other topics to the driver which was fine with her and she supposed chancing a few stolen glances more than fine with him.  The steel and cement of the city slowly gave way to trees and green as parks and quite started to overcome the noise of the outside world as Claire entered the most expensive real estate in the UK.

 The cab drove in dappled sunlight from the large oak trees, until it pulled over at number 4.  Claire paid the cabby and included a generous tip as she always did and made the shirt walk up a cobbled path to the large Georgian red brick edifice and opened on of the two doors of the main entranceway.  The building had once been a magnificent single family home, but had long ago been converted into a barristers and accountancy offices of a very expensive clientele. 

 Claire clicked along the inlayed black marble floor toward a small alcove that would in original form led to the servant’s quarters and the back stairs, but now merely led to the water closet.  The raised dark oak paneling covered both walls, a display to all guest of the first owner of the money he spent, even if just servants used this part of the house.  The spy stopped half way along the hall, pressed herself lightly against the panels, touched a finger to a corner of the raised oak border and disappeared from site.

 The walk was a good 400 feet, but the way was well lit and she covered it in no time and soon was releasing the catch and entering into the shaft a service elevator and then out through that door and into the kitchen at number 6 Chelsea Square.

“Good afternoon Miss Baxter, it is Miss Baxter?” a smiling woman Claire guessed was maybe in her late forties asked.

 “Yes.”

 Excellent, and right on time, I do hope you had a pleasant time, not too much of a tight pinch that, but it has been expanded over time as people got taller and wider.  Lady Hamilton and her guest are in the library at the moment and request you join them there.  Tea will be served in the drawing room later.  This way please Miss Baxter,” the woman said as started off.

 “I take it that was a Priest’s Hole, although I’ve never heard of one that connected to another house?” Claire asked as they walked.

 “That is correct, it originally did not connect to anything but the woods but when the land across the way was sold the secret was in danger of being exposed and a rather prominent, but innocent family would have been arrested.  Lady Hamilton, bought the land from the first purchaser for a rather sizable surplus from what he paid and built the home you entered to keep it a secret, which it has remained for all these years known only to a few,” the woman said.

 “I take it that was your family Miss?” Claire quizzed causing the woman to stop.

 “Mrs. Compton, and yes it was my family, you are as cleaver as her Ladyship says.”

 “No so, simple logic and your words.  You must know Alice’s secret, well past secret now I suppose since you mentioned her name without even blanching given those events happened during Elizabeth I rein.

A simple nod of acknowledge was Claire’s answer as music, a pianoforte and a beautiful soprano voice began to fill the large main hall they were now walking down.

 “Trust is an important quality as are friends Miss Baxter, both need to be guarded and protected,” Mrs. Compton said as they stopped outside the library doors.

 Claire listened outside the door then grasped the handles of the pocket double doors and slid them open and stepped inside her smile turning to an alarmed frown as she reached inside her small purse and produced her Beretta 84 Cheetah.

 “What’s she doing here!” Claire demanded as she double paced over to the person in question.

 “Claire for goodness sakes put the gun away and we’ll explain everything,” Lady Alice Hamilton said in an exasperated but excited tone.

 “We’ll explain?  Great, that’s great, this traitor has been filling your head with her lies I see and you believe them!” Claire loudly demanded as she cocked the trigger and put the gun right to the woman’s forehead.

 “I told you this was a bad idea Alice, you should have broached the subject with her first in my absence,” the woman said causally.

 “Nonsense, Claire please put the gun down or at the very least back away and since you prefer I will explain all,” Alice said.

 “I must say you’re mood has changed markedly since our last meeting, at that you were quite a fan and thrilled to finally meet me Claire.”

 “Still as cool as ever I see Lady Tara Ashton-White,” Claire smiled.

 “I’ll take that as a compliment however really Claire do you think I would have let you see me had I any intention of killing you?  Whatever you think of me Claire you know I am quite good at this game, good enough not to let personal feelings come between me and my life,” Tara said

 “Except in this instance,” Alice answered as she stepped forward toward Claire.

 “And where I’m concerned,” Claire countered.

 “There is more truth in that statement than you realise Claire, came a familiar voice from behind her and the next thing Claire realised she was on the ground, the gun out of her hand and Alice pinning her down, the result of a momentary lapse on concentration upon hearing Pushpa Advani’s voice. 

 “How could you Alice, I love you,” Claire screamed.

 “Because I love you Claire, I would let nothing harm you ever if I could prevent it and neither would your friends in this room.  Yes Claire, friends.  Now be calm child,” Alice said as she stroked Claire’s hair and kissed her cheek.

 The strange sensation of someone younger than you calling you a child may have seemed strange given that Lady Alice Hamilton was all of twenty three in human years, but it did not count the 660 years as a vampire.  However more strange to Claire was the still new sensation of Alice being warm to the touch or perhaps it was the way she enfolded Claire into her arms and held her whatever the reason Claire was soon herself again and Alice helped her to her feet.  Lady Ashton-White picked up Claire’s gun and held it out open hand for the spy to take back which she did. 

 “I think we’ll take a minute to ourselves,” Alice said as she walked Claire out of the room.

 “That was not the smartest idea I’ve every seen come up with, meeting her full on without an explanation from someone see trusts before hand, she could have killed you” Pushpa Advani, Director of Women’s Ops for South East Asia said to Tara.

 “She may have, but she never took the safety off her Beretta, she’s conflicted about something or things, that’s not Claire,” Tara answered.

 “Maybe she’s conflicted over you,” Pushpa smiled and took a seat across from the woman.

“I’d like to flatter myself with that, if only it were true,” Tara answered.

 “We are asking a lot of Claire and we don’t even know how she feeling about this, she may be all for the idea,” Pushpa said as she looked away.

 “Of that I am certain and we are asking no more of her than they do and they don’t even have the courage to tell her the truth and the one thing that woman believed in, fought for and was willing to die for, just as I was willing to when I was there was the truth and the belief that it made the world and what we were doing a better place.  Black and white issues was what every recruit was told, you live that, swallow it every day until it becomes as part of you then one day you find out that’s a lie and what do they do, they try and punish you for discovering the truth about the lie!  You tell me how you felt when you found out, something like the same feeling as having a parent tell you they never loved you, but they still feel they have the right to punish you,” Tara said coolly.

 “I’m merely pointing out not all people think the same way,” Pushpa explained.

 “They do if they’ve all been lied to the same way,” Lady Ashton White barely got the words out of her mouth when the doors slid open.

 “I have explained things in a very cursory manner.  I think they will act as a détente while we all sit down and talk, but not here, please tea is being served upstairs in the Parlour,” Alice said and motioned for all to accept her invitation.

 To Claire it seemed like a scene out of a Bergman film, she listened as the large clock on the ornate marble fireplace mantle ticked away, hearing every key while she took her tea with the others in silence.

 “All that’s missing is the wolves howling outside the door,” she thought as she glanced out onto Chelsea Park which backed onto the house. 

 Alice set down her cup and saucer and when over turned a latch on one of the built in bookcases, open it a retrieved a box that set brought and handed to Claire.

 Everything I said before is in here in much more detail, besides Tara, myself and Pushpa you are the only other to know this, Claire once you know this and if they find out,” Alice said touching Claire’s hand.

 Claire gave a smile of reassurance and opened the box.  The others watched her eyes dart and flash as she moved through papers, her world expanding while she shut them out.  The spy picked up the box and its contends and moved to a open spot on the floor as the papers came out of the box, under her eye and onto the floor, her neat piles and self made paper trails filling up the space.  Several paper paths changed along the way but after several hours she was finished with all the papers and gathered them up placed them back in the box and closed it up handing it back to Alice.

 “If you’ll excuse me I have to be getting back to the office they worry when I’m away too long,” Claire said as she made for the door then stopped.

 “That most assuredly doubly applies to you as well Pushpa.  Oh and if you see or hear people about number 4 you’ll know it has something to do with me, I was followed today.  Your penchant for security and anonymity is well founded,” Claire said and disappeared.

“I told you she was conflicted about something,” Tara said in a worried tone.

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 'Where did you disappear too for so long?” Wendy Schiller wanted to know in an annoyed tone.

 “What are you my overseer?” Claire answered.

 “No, but when an agent makes a promise to speak to new recruits I expect her to complete the task not just the initial first meeting.  You have four very anxious and I’m sure more than a more than a little dazed recruits to speak to and hopefully reassure that they made the tight choice,” Wendy answered.

 “I take it you showed them THE DVD,” Claire smiled.

 THE DVD referred to vignettes of some mission perils agents had filmed, opponents COIL faced and the use of some of the weapons DOOM and others used as well as some of COIL’s own.  By the end of it most recruits stunned beyond words, it was the job current agents to assure them of things; Claire had had her pep talk, now it was her turn to impart words of wisdom.  She took the file, scanned the names and pictures, handed it back then headed down the hall toward the suite the three agents she’d been assigned.   

 Three floors in the building were occupied by recruits one for each floor and year.  The suites were large and extremely well appointed just like high end luxury condos which in reality they were.  The other floors and certain sub floors in the basement were all COIL, to the outside world it masqueraded as a business that demanded high security to enter or exit.  The everyday work a world never paid it attention, just as most people pay little attention to things that do not concern them, those that did venture in, the curious or otherwise were turned away and made to feel the heat for it.

 Claire pushed the door bell and smiled as Sita Ruperjee opened the door and smiled as she finally recognized a familiar face from the morning even if it was the face she’d yelled at that morning.  Claire smiled and stepped inside and was quickly greeted by Maria Sanchez and Lana Duke, the final member of the trio. 

 Nice to meet you again.  Look this is the first time I’ve done this, so bear with me, mine was done in a group session, we can do that if you want, but other agents have told me one on one is the best, but I’ll leave it to each of you as to how we should proceed,” Claire said in a slightly nervous and distracted tone.

 “What do you mean first time, we heard that you were one of COIL’s best agents, doesn’t that mean you do it all the time,” Maria said her voice nervous and concerned.

“Yes that is true, we did hear that,” added Sita.

Claire could feel what little control or sway she had over the group given her position quickly evaporating before her eyes. 

 “Look, Look,” she said raising her hands to calm them.  “I don’t know about the top agent part, I do my best, just like all the others, just as you will do someday.  What I do know is don’t believe everything you hear from others unless you trust then completely, a little scepticism and paranoia is a required asset in this business.  Truthfully, this is my first time, why, there are many reasons, but you are the lucky first!”  Claire said as she spun away from them and into the spacious living room turning around to face them again after many steps.  “So having seen the video and I’m sure thoroughly thinking you just feel down some rabbit hole, you must have questions that I hope I can answer,” Claire smiled as she scanned the faces and decided to make a decision for them as they stilled seemed reluctant to talk as a group.

 “Or perhaps, their just reluctant to want to talk to me, well tough,” she thought.

 “I think its best we do this one on one, you’ll have plenty of time to talk to each other starting I’m sure right after I leave.  Lana, you’re first, your wing of the place will do just nicely, lead the way,” Claire offered/commanded.

 “Anything more, as long as you want to ask, no matter what?” Claire asked and watched Lana shake her head.

“Ok, then I just have a couple of things I’m going to mention, that, and please don’t take this the wrong way, that will be pointed out to you by some of your teachers.  First of all, dyed, bleached whatever you want to call it, blonde hair is not going to go over well.  Personally, that’s your choice, but as an agent, for the majority of your missions and the rather exclusive nature and locales, it does not present a sophisticated worldly look that you want to portray especially if trying to attract the attention of another.  Same goes for the nails, a little too long and a little to, I’ll be blunt, because I’m told I’m an expert at that, garish.  Please don’t be upset, you’re a very attractive young woman, even more so with just those two small changes.  Do that and you’re the whole package,” Claire explained.

 Lana smiled and seemed to take it will, Claire made a few other notes and handed them to her to keep then left the room found Sita and moved to her wing of the suite.

 “I think impressive would be an understatement Sita.  Accomplishment after accomplishment, but tell me was this done because you pushed yourself or because it came naturally and easy to you?” Claire asked, as she watched Sita blush a little.

 “I tend to like to accumulate things for the result.  To be totally honest I have never been truly pushed in my studies in any endeavour it seems to just come to me,” Sita answered looking a little embarrassed thinking she’d just blown her chance with that answer.

 “I think I can guarantee you’ll be pushed here, but I will tell you this, you take that attitude out into the field and you may be the best agent in the world, you’ll be dead inside a year.  There is no end to grasp when your and agent, no diploma at the end of each mission, or medal or whatever.  That comes during the mission, you focus on each moment, learn from that, apply that, then you’ll accumulate the real knowledge of what it takes to be a good agent.  Just do me a favour, if and when you find yourself not being pushed hard enough by your studies at COIL, demand to be, you have the making of a fine agent, how fine is up to you,” Claire said as she wrote out notes for Sita.

“These notes are for you to help you along, just a little, read them over and tell me if you understand them all,” Claire stated as she handed over the parchment.

 Sita scanned the notes over and looked up at Claire, her soft brown eyes held firm by Claire’s.

 “Yes, completely,” the trainee answered.

“Excellent, now last by not least Maria,” Claire said as she and Sita left the room.

“Now looking at me what can you tell me about myself,” Claire asked.

 “I’m not sure I totally understand, we just met, I barely know you,” Maria offered.

“Nonsense, you’ve been making value judgements about me since the moment we first met and for the last 25 minutes we’ve spent in your den.  You have quick eyes Maria, they dance about, I’ve watched them from the moment I came in.  You watched how I reacted to the others, how they did to me.  This is a vital and so very hard skill to teach a recruit, most only partially get it, you seem to already have it, go on give it a try,’ Claire smiled.

 Reassured by the words Maria Sanchez gathered her mind and organised her thoughts.

 “You don’t like to wear pants, by the way you’ve been pulling at them since we started taking, you can’t wait to be rid of them.  You have a very strong sense of duty, you don’t like doing this much, not because you don’t think we’re worth it, but I think because you’re afraid you’ll say something out of turn or not within the COIL boundaries.  I got that when you walked away from us in the hallway and into the living room at the start and your use of ‘many reasons’ as to why you’ve never spoke before, I get the impression you play your own game within the game, that works for you, but it might not work for others, and your terrified of imparting that on new impressionable minds,” Maria said.

 “You keep that up you’ll make an excellent agent, that was remarkable, I know agents who don’t have half of that talent,” Claire said as she made notes quickly for the trainee and handed them to her.

“I hope you can make out everything I wrote down,” Claire smiled.

“Yes, its all clear,” Maria answered and they left her den to join the others.

 “It was a pleasure meeting you all and I think we can call it a night, I get to sleep in tomorrow, but you three start a full day and a new life,” Claire offered then said her goodbyes and left.

 “Scare the crap out of them Claire,” Wendy quipped as Claire went into her office to say goodnight.

 “You never can tell,” Claire smiled.

 “I’m sure their in there right now tying bed sheets together to escape out the window.  That comment is precisely why I will never let you do this again, ever,” Wendy said in an equally smart assed tone.

“Promises, promises,” Claire muttered under her breath.  

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“LEG seems to be keeping you busy these days,” a voice in the darkness said as Paige Worthington dove and rolled removing her Walther PPK from her thigh holster in a seamless motion and pointing it at the voice.

 “Put the gun away Paige, although the motion was nice to watch, by the way your out of OJ, I drank the last.”

 “Bloody hell Claire, I could have killed you,” Paige said re holstering the gun and getting up.

 “You could have but then you would have had to clean up the mess or I might have been Eric and you could have killed him,” Claire added.

Paige switched on the light next to Claire and slapped her hard across the face.

“Some things are out of bounds, even to you,” Paige spat.

 “What LEG or Eric or both,” Claire smiled then grabbed Paige’s raised hand as it came towards her, tripped her to the floor and pinned her there only just barely as the powerhouse young agent strained to get free.

“Now you listen to me girl.  I don’t care that you and Eric are involved, he’s a great guy and you’re a great gal and you probably make a great couple, that is your affair and whatever the consequences that come from it.  But LEG is my concern!  I didn’t bring you into COIL, stick up for, introduce you to my mentor, have her train you and turn you into the top agent you are today so you could fuck COIL up the ass just because you have some crazy adrenaline junkie habit and LEG is your dealer.  You work for us, your loyalty is to COIL and if you can’t understand that you need to leave before you get a partner hurt or killed because you get so tired you make a mistake on a mission,” Claire threatened in a tone Paige had never heard before.

“That’s the pot calling to kettle black.  Little Miss daredevil gets herself torn apart on a mission, then all her friends have to come a bail her out!” Paige yelled and threw Claire off of her with malice.

 “The difference was I was working for COIL at the time and I never asked to be rescued, my loyalties are clear,” Claire retorted as she stood up.

 “So are mine, think whatever you like.  I came for you willingly and I stood in that woman’s office and took 2 hours of screaming because of it, as did Alex, a woman you never met before you recovered, she volunteered to go as well.  We were all willing to die for you Claire and still are, so don’t come in here telling me about loyalty, mine is to my friends, not some organisation, I thought we were of one mind on that, but I see times have changed,” Paige said in disgust as she looked at Claire. 

The two glared at each other for what seemed an eternity before Paige started up again.

Things changed for everyone on that mission Claire, you know that.  Sylvia and Nancy retired after it and seem to have found peace and happiness.  My god Aki Eto left the Poison Geisha and has founded her own Tea House near Sapporo and Alex and she, well I can’t begin to explain it.  Kiko is pregnant which a little girl and Lady Alice, lets not even go there!” Paige said.

“And you Paige, still running from the fat girl, is that why you went to LEG?” Claire asked then continued before Paige could reply.  “How many times am I going to have to say this, that Paige is gone, this is the Paige that always was, always will be,” Claire said softly.

“You never had to live with her for 18 years, I did.  I know its wrong, but I can’t escape it, I love this business, I can’t get enough of it.  I don’t ever want to be the best agent, I just love the life, if that makes me a drug addict, then so be it and FYI, LEG recruited me not the other way around,” Paige answered.

'Where does that leave you and Eric?” Claire asked.

“You just put the ball into touch!” Paige said signifying that line of questioning was out of bounds.  “There now that you know all my dirty little secrets, how you got them I don’t care you can run off and tell our boss, that’s what loyal agents do you know.”

“I’m sure they do, but I came here as a friend first last and always and I see I have similar thinking friend.  My concern, as you stated, is always for my friends.  We both know we’re expendable Paige, pretty grist girls for the mill, I just took longer to come to that conclusion our only difference is that I still want to think the best of COIL,”

They’ll use you up, spit you out and toss you away Claire, we both know that now, and they won’t think twice about it.  Sharon has my loyalty as a person, my life as a friend, but it ends there, COIL does not control me anymore and I don’t let myself be controlled by them,” Paige stated for the record.

“Your secret is safe with me and now I need to ask if you can find an alleged secret for me?” Claire asked.

“Only if you replace my OJ,” Paige smiled, Claire laughed and they embraced. 

“Remember what I said, stay hidden in the system, if things go wrong make it point to me, keep yourself out of it,” Claire stated for the umpteenth time as Paige’s fingers flashed across the keypad.

 “It’s your laptop, of course you’ll be blamed, but as I said before, it’s not going to come to that.  I know my way around, all that time as Sharon’s Admin. Do you think I just sat at my desk; I was in and out of this system and all around it.  When I found security breaches I reported them and was assigned to help fix them.  I took that opportunity to put a few better backdoors into system. Someone once told me to keep all my options open, remember?” Paige said as she glanced at Claire who smiled.

“How come you only follow certain things I say?” Claire snapped back in a happy voice.

 “Ok, here we go, wow this is deep in the system and firewalled to the hilt.  I need you to go away Claire, get some sleep in the spare bedroom, I work best alone on matters like this,” Paige said and Claire fighting sleep acquiesced. 

 A pillow bounced of her head and Claire came to full alert sitting up in bed gazing at a smiling Paige who held out a tea cup.

 “What was that for?” Claire said reaching for the cup.

 “Last time I tried to wake you with a touch of your shoulder I ended up on my ass half way across the floor, I have no desire to repeat that experience,” Paige said with a crinkle of a smile.

 “Anything?” Claire asked.

 “Plenty, come with me,” Paige answered.  “I printed it all out along with schematics and location’s you will need,” she added.

“They used the regular check up we all got as the means to get the DNA, our blood is the best way, it arouses no suspicion and can be stored well indefinitely so long as its cytogenetically kept, as this is,” Paige explained.

“Where is it stored within COIL?” Claire said not looking up from the mound of papers Paige had printed out and she was leafing through. 

 “Its not, it’s stored at a commercial facility, you know along with eggs and sperm and packages of fish fillets you find at Tesco’s,” Paige wryly answered and Claire suppressed a laugh. 

'Seems kind of strange they’d store something like that way from a more secure environment?” Claire mused.

“I think just the opposite, I mean why go to all the expense of setting up a place within COIL with all kinds of curious people,” she gave Claire a nudge.  “Asking questions, besides who ever breaks into one of these places, if indeed you could ever find one, discreet Claire, remember?” Paige explained. 

“So where’s the one I want?” Claire asked looking up.

 “That is really the question in so many ways isn’t it Claire, you want.  Did it ever occur to you that some agents may be in favour of this?”  Paige said.

“You?”  Claire stopped what she was doing and looked up.

“No, but maybe others.”

“Then once I have all the samples in my procession, if they so want they can volunteer to give another sample if they like, it’s their choice as you say, but it still has to be a choice.  This action just rebalances things,” Claire answered.

 “There are dead agents DNA in there as well, who speaks for them?” Paige mentioned quietly.

 Claire had considered this, they had no voice, and certainly no second chance, once the sample was destroyed.  It clearly involved playing God to a certain extent, but she had reasoned that once cloned the person would be raised to do nothing else but be an agent, trained and trained to do nothing else, they would not be the person they duplicated, that person made a free choice, this one had none, no she had decided they would be destroyed to. 

 “I guess I have to,” Claire finally answered.  “Now about the facility?”

 Paige explained everything, including how she’d hacked into the facilities computer from a hidden backdoor in the COIL mainframe she’d found. The young agent briefed her on how to remove the samples she wanted from the tanks and keep the ones of innocent people whom they were stored with. 

 “I can disable the alarm to get you inside then reset it after you leave, it’s all very simple, but there’s one thing that stands out about this whole thing.  That backdoor I found into the labs computer works both ways, that’s a huge security risk for COIL, I can’t see them ever allowing it which leads me to believe they knew nothing about it,” Paige said, worry in her voice.

“Feel so bad about destroying the samples now Paige?”  Claire asked.  “That just helps the case that many people at COIL are perhaps in the dark about this.  Look I find this whole thing hard to believe as well, but I must follow it through, even if that means I look like some kind of traitor in the end,  You however will deny everything regarding this do you understand Paige, this is on me, I’ve had a good run in the game, if it ends here, it ends, but you, you have it Paige to be a special agent when its all over and I won’t ruin that for you and I won’t let you ruin it either.  For my sake, please promise,” Claire asked.

 “If it was anyone else but you Claire, I promise, besides I want my OJ replaced.  Now let’s start planning this operation out,” Paige finished and they got down to business.

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“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, it seems we encountered a situation last night, hence the special Alpha Alert call summoning you.  Our lab was penetrated and vials have gone missing, our work for many of these years has been by now I’m sure destroyed,” a stern looking main, very thin in a black business suit said as he sat down.

 “It then appears she has made good on her threat,” a woman in her mid forties answered from the far end of the table.

 “Lady Tara Ashton-White I take it you mean.  Yes we have all heard the rumours that she is still alive, but I repeat just rumours of her and her SNARE Organisation.  We still have no proof of that nor has there been a picture of her seen since elements of COIL captured her.  I need not remind you all it was five days out of that encampment she was held in, impenetrable jungle for five days, the woman was good but even she had her limited and she was hardly in the best condition when she escaped,” the first speaker answered.

 “Then where does that leave us, a cold trail?” a small round man who’s head barely can above the boardroom table asked.

 “No it leaves us back before we caught the lady in question and speculation from that point on to her capture, by reasoned speculation,” a sharp dressed and beautiful woman said from across the table directly from the little man.

 “Precisely and to enlighten the others, who did Lady Tara confide in and from there who did that person confide it, this is certainly a job that requires a multitude of skills, one agent would be hard pressed to put it off,” the thin man explained it a laboured tone as if he was explaining some basic problem to a class full of stupid children. 

 “How did all this happen, perhaps a more detailed explanation of the event might yield some answers,” a woman at the opposite end of the table said in a stern voice, clearly she was not cowed by her opposite number. 

He looked at her with grey eyes for a second then delivered the line item details.

 “If they got in through the backdoor in the COIL system it should be easy enough to trace their path,” yet another man stated.

“They covered themselves very well, as yet our people have not been able to find out who it was,” another answered with a little fear in his voice.

  “Then perhaps that is our starting point, computer skills and someone with a connection to Lady Tara and the audacity to try a mission like this knowing it could backfire on them and expose and ruin their career,” the beautiful woman said.

“The connection would be Claire Baxter, but she doesn’t have the requisite computer skills that we are aware of, those however can be learned,” the short round man said.

“I agree with the connection, it is the logical conclusion for several reasons.  Miss Baxter certainly rivals and in some opinions exceeds Lady Ashton-White in skills, if she was going to pass along the Intel it would be to an agent who had the chance to succeed and the daring to try. There is also the maverick defiant streak in Miss Baxter as there was in Lady Tara but Claire Baxter has one other asset Lady Tara did not, friends.  Her recent rescue would attest to that, a cadre of women one of whom has the skills possible for such a job,” the thin old man said.

 “Paige Worthington, funny another connection to Miss Baxter, who recruited her, yes loyalty, would certainly be high.  We must however not overlook the fact that Miss Baxter could have hired outside help, she is fantastically wealthy,” the woman at the far end of the table answered.

“I think we are then in conclusion that Miss Baxter is our prime suspect with the use of periphery assets. I think we should concentrate efforts on her and perhaps on those closest to her to draw this game to a conclusion before we are completely undone in this matter.  Immediately we need to obtain new DNA samples from all agents, I trust you will take care of that,” the man at the head of the table said looking toward the computer expert who had spoken early.

 “That is going to present a problem.  I hesitated to bring this up but right after the lab was broken into an Omega Six email was sent to all active COIL agents and retired ones as well as all recruits informing them of the theft, the reasons behind it.  I think we may have a hard time getting what we desire,” he said his voice stammering as he did.

“So we have been undone on two fronts as a consequence, but only on a tertiary level, our real purpose and intentions are still unknown, I am correct in assuming that I hope?” the thin man asked.

 “Yes,” came the voice from the computer man.

 “Well I value everyone’s input at this table, how should we proceed to restructure our plan,” he asked.

 “I think a change of management at the top end is needed at COIL, I have a few pliable candidates in mind who are in complete agreement with our objectives and can be trusted once in place.  A word in the ear of the right bureaucrats who slide them into place once the current head is well lets just use the word terminated with cause,” the beautiful woman smiled.

“I will leave those arrangements up to you.  About Claire and the others?” he asked.

 “For the right price we can procure all the resources we will need, should one fail, another takes its place.  COIL agents, especially these ones are good, but even they have limits,” the round little man answered with an evil smarmy grin.

 “They I think we are adjourned to set the wheels in motion,” he said. 

A Parting of the Ways - Chapter One

The door opened and one after the other the women, all 20 of them, entered each looking about.  Some speculated with each other, others did so with their own thoughts as they walked about, heels clicking on the hardwood floor.  Finally the chatting and the din died away and they each took a chair arranged in a semi circle and waited passing the time in light chat with each other who had only met each a few hours previous. 

The bang of something metallic against the inside of the door brought all eyes and attention toward it.  A metal pole wedged inside held the door open a crack and then more and more as it pulled it back on the hinges and a body jammed inside part way replacing the pole as an opening.  A second pole dragged across the floor, the rubber end skipping as it went until it stuck and held and the woman made on long lunge inside the room, barely avoiding the door hitting her backside as it closed.

“All the high tech gadgets you could ever wish for but can we install assisted door openers, no,” the very beautiful brunette woman said as she strode on her two walking sticks into the middle of the women. 

“Well this certainly brings back memories.  Welcome to all of you and congratulations on passing the initial set of interviews, however clandestine they may have been administered.  I remember being all excited, I was weeks away from finishing my Masters Degree and wondering what the hell I was going to do with a MFA as I wandered around the recruiting centre at school.  After I while I had narrowed down my vast prospects to going back to school and becoming a high school art teacher or looking forward to an exciting career in the fast food industry,” she said as she pivoted on her sticks and looked at all the young beautiful faces.  “Well I won’t bore you with the details as I’m sure we have similar experiences after that, needless to say COIL found me as they intended to all along, me and many others, some made the grade, most didn’t, you cast a wide net to catch the fish you want and those who want to be caught which brings us all back here to this point in time.”

She dragged herself over to the one free chair and sat down as lightly as she could but there was still a very audible scrape of the legs on the floor as the chair jumped. 

“By way of introduction my name is Claire Baxter, ex- active COIL agent as you probably guessed.  The powers that be here always think its best, and I agree with them, that prospective recruits get to see what they could be in for.  This life isn’t all cocktail dresses, fast cars and exotic locations, although it is that, but it’s also this,” Claire said tapping her legs with one of the sticks and its worse and that’s what I’m here for to tell you the truth.”

“As I opened with, I was in your place, in this very room faced with the same choice you’re going to have to make shortly, I made mine and have no regrets, but that’s me, not you.  My group was 20 women also, 15 chose to continue, 5 dropped out or couldn’t get past the training leaving 10 who made it all the way.  I’m the only one left alive from those ten, think about that, on average only one of you will be alive in less than 7 years, mull that over, let that affect your decision when the time comes.”

Claire scanned the faces, the looks varied as they had when she was in their place, some looked gob smacked already, others unfazed and some were hard to tell.

“Now what awaits you, three years of the hardest physical and mental work you’ve ever done, day after day.  Classes on everything from martial arts, tailored exclusively to you, how to dress and act, weapons training, language skills, computer skills, sexual skills just to name a few.”

She watched faces again, thoughts of James Bond and Matt Helm lovelies running through minds no doubt she mused to herself.

Should you chose to stay and are successful in training you will have a cover and a new career created for you.  That person will exist in this reality, she has job, bank accounts the whole works.  This is the side you show the world, your family and most importantly your cover on missions.  Yes as I said your family, they must never know what it is you really do, I’m lucky in way, I have none that I had to lie to at Christmas or birthdays or Dawali ,” she said looking at a young woman from India.  “Or at any other occasion, over and over again.  That is also part of the price you pay, your life is a lie to all except your fellow agents and COIL.”

“Now on the positive side of the ledger, the money is very good, as are the clothes, cars, locations, most times and the experiences.  The rush of being on a mission, of surviving by your wits and skills and strength, the cunning you employ, the sexual thrill of being a completely in control female who commands with the will of her body and whisper of her voice, that is riches beyond all,” Claire smiled.

“Let me expand a little on that last remark.  Some of you may be wondering what your doing in this room with all these beautiful other people and conversely some of you may be thinking, what’s she doing in here.  I can assure each and every one of you that you’re all beautiful, some of you just don’t know it yet and some of you do, but not to worry that will be beaten out of you and replaced with something far more sexy that you can imagine, its simple confidence, not over confidence, just what I said, confidence, when used properly it is unbeatable in both body and mind.  This universe is littered with beautiful dead agents, pretty woman are a dime a dozen, open a magazine, go on the internet there everywhere.  But, beautiful woman with deadly skills and the confidence to act, now they are rare, that’s what COIL wants,” Claire explained.

“They obviously miscalculated with her,” one young woman said from the side of her mouth to a woman on her left.

“What was that you said Miss?”  Claire said her head down.

There was dead silence in the room for about half a minute before Claire Baxter grabbed her sticks and struggled to pull herself up.  A young recruit next to her tried to help and Claire exploded.

“Get your hands off of me, I’m not a cripple!” she yelled while forcing herself upright and pounding awkwardly across the short space to the woman who spoke.

“Get up right now!” Claire icy voice chilled the room instantly.

The woman made no moment.  Claire balanced on one stick while the end of the free one pushed into the woman’s sternum then up to her throat.

“I said get up right now or I’ll ram this pole right through you bitch.”

“I have a 3^rd Dan in Tang Soo Do,” the woman said confidently.  “It would not be much of a fight.”

“Well my legs are shaking,” Claire said sarcastically to a few giggles around the room as she removed the stick and the woman got up.

You asked for it,” the young recruit said and went for a spinning back heel kick in a flashing motion.

Several recruits rushed to her aid but were ordered back by her waving hand and returned to their seats.

“Had enough for now or do you want another lesson?”

“You can walk!  You’re supposed to be a cripple!” the young woman screamed as Claire pressed her knee into her shoulder blades and held her arms by the thumbs.

“Yes I can walk and no I’m not supposed to be cripple, you just supposed I was one and therefore easy prey.  Rule one ladies; never trust your eyes or what other people want you to believe.  Now Hannah Atherton relax, its over,” Claire said as she slowly released the woman and waited curiously to see her reaction, which would tell her a great deal about her. Claire held out her hand with a kind face and Hannah took it right away, was pulled up and took her seat again.

“I think we should move on to your part in all this.  Some of you have probably already figured out what the doors on the outside wall mean, one door for every one of you as you can see.  Simple actually, you each go behind one of those doors; they will self lock behind you.  There is another door at the far end of the small room you’ll find yourself in.  Should you wish to leave exit through the far door.  You will be escorted away from here and emerge in the city unharmed of course free to go on with your life.  Should you choose to join COIL for the moment and try the training simply stay in the room and a wait for the sound of the door unlocking and come back in the room.  Those of you who choose to leave can say anything you want about your experience here, really who’s going to believe you, secret spy organisation recruiting beautiful woman for deadly exotic missions.  Have fun with that or better yet start a Yahoo Group about it,” Claire laughed and then motioned the girls to move to a door and went inside.

The main door opened and in walked Sharon Sharpe, Head of Women’s Ops.

“Went a little off script,” she said.

“Its those acting classes I took at university, I never got to play the lead you know, arrested development,” Claire quipped.

“How many do you think will come back after a performance like that, its not a game for your personal amusement or haven’t you learned that yet given all you and this organisation has been through for you,” Sharon said in a motherly stern tone.

“I never asked to be saved, but I’m glad I was, I’m grateful for the friends that did so much for me and thankful it all worked out.  I’m even glad to be here for you to scold me Sharon,” Claire said as she slipped her hand into the others.

Sharon melted at that, she loved Claire, she had been her trainer and mentor and still was, but she had to say the rest of her piece.  “Even for the way certain things worked out?  You know I’ve got scattered intelligence about certain members of your rescue team, the official ones and the ones they picked up along the way, that alarm me in ways.”

“There are a few people I trust totally, one is holding my hand, one is my distant relative and the other is my surrogate mother and whomever they trust I do as well.  It’s not easy, but I’m working on getting there.  The question is do you trust me enough to let me get there?” Claire said looking up.

“Of course, but wolves have a habit a closing the circle when two many questions go unanswered,” Sharon said back.

“Wolves have their enemies as well,” Claire offered and looked away.  “In answer to your question, I bet all return, this is an interesting group, about time the criteria was undated with input from real agents.”

Claire stood up as she heard the bolts turn closed on the doors and the recruits entered back into the room.

“Like I said, a special group, now go welcome your new kids into the family, part of my family is having high tea and have requested my attendance,” Claire as she kissed Sharon on the cheek, made the rounds congratulating the new recruits then passed by her boss one final time.

“Save Hannah for me,” she whispered and was gone.

Cindy and Quinn-Vigentte 01

It was an unusual assignment, but then again there was nothing usual about their arrangement or the missions they got.  This part was just the first small step in a much larger operation, but this was their part to play, the opening act.  They anchored mid river, the night and the jungle mist obscuring any chance of detection. 

I’ll kill him with lipstick, a specially designed lipstick,’ she smiled kissing Quinn again as she showed him the tube.   ‘A Silicon lipstick, very long lasting, twenty thousand kiss coverage, more than enough to do the job, each kiss brings the snake on step closer to skin suffocation.  You need to watch for the female snake; she’s been trained with the male in mind.’

‘Meaning?’ he asked.

‘Meaning,’ Cindy said, slipping her arms about his neck.  ‘That she kills with sex.  Her mouth is designed as a paradise for draining the male while she secures him in her body, once exhausted to her satisfaction your prong is enclosed in her other  paradise , it secretes a gluey poisonous enclosure for the male, once coiled and surround Quinn you have no escape and the only coils I want you caught in are mine.’ Cindy said with a jealous smile and a quick kiss.  ‘Now help me get ready darling.’

Cindy pinned up her hair and slipped into her bikini, she was incredible to look at full and sexy.  He inserted several cylinders into her hair and told her as he did finally handing her one lipstick which she coated her lips in and a second wax sealer for the trip in the water.  The succulent spy slipped into the water and was ashore 20 minutes later her target on her mind unaware Quinn was being prepared for death by the female. 

Quinn busied himself with some mission detail notes as the approaching silent sentry weaved through the inky waters and soundlessly up the stern of the boat and onto the aft deck.  She coiled herself into a tight ball for the initial strike and waited in the dark for her prey.  Her tongue told her he was close by and more importantly for her he was naked, just as she liked it, her first strike would capture his monument. 

She watched him approach approving of his body and his root; he did not see her as she darted forward into the night.  She was on target, her mouth opened expectant of a capture when at the last second her moved sideways and caught her head in his hands.  Her well laid plan foiled she did not get upset and make a rash move, she was too experienced for that, instead she effortlessly threw several coils about him and held him loosely in her embrace, his body warm a welcome tonic from the water.

‘That’s nice lover, struggle it helps warm me and make me for formidable,’ she hissed in delight as Quinn tried he undo her helix. 

Quinn slipped out of several loose coils and was close on the last one when a ringlet formed about the base of his cock.  Her tail traversed his rod back and forth as he tried to pull free of her last restraint on him.  She could feel his distraction and more importantly feel his swelling root.  He was well hung and responsive as she slithered more of her tail around his trapped and rapidly engorging prong.

The stimulation worked against him and he knew it, the pleasure centres over road his muscles and he weakly fought as more and more of his lust was channelled into release.  She placed her tip on his and feathered her touch as her tail curled around his hardened plaything holding it in a stroking motion. 

She languidly pirouetted her body around his to keep warm in the night air, he offered no resistance, her thrall far too much for any male to combat.  She took care hold him close but not too tight, movement was important to the trap, his as well as hers.  Her receptors told her he was close to spilling; her tail felt his pulsing wire battling to escape her satin embrace as she administered her stroking. 

‘Yessss!’ she hissed as he came, a jet of liquid spraying about as he convulsed in her embrace.

She tightened her grip and twisted about him just enough to pulled him to the deck her tail delivering the last of the pleasure as she consolidated her embrace holding him still and keeping him hard as her head made its way down.  Upon arrival her tail released and her tongue flickered on his tip sending shocks up his rod that jerked his captured body.  She freed his cock and let him feel her and her feel him, she gathering Intel on his body for the kill later.

As Quinn struggled he softened and went flaccid, she admired his limp member but left it alone letting him fight her for dominance and lose.  He was skilled, undoing a few of her coils that she put back with ease before deciding to advance the game to the next stage. 

She flicked her tongue against his tip until it began to respond; keeping up the action she opened her mouth and waited as he grew toward her.  Quinn fought but her sexual talents had him once again, he grew and came closer to her mouth with each second.  She let her tongue do the work until he was granite hard, her mouth closed lightly around him as Quinn grew even harder until she had him throbbing in her mouth.   His body thrashed about as they all did in her caress she ringed his body in more of her the fluid motion of her body against his skin further exciting him as he jerked about.  She glided about him until she was totally covering him in her embrace.

Quinn could feel her everywhere, she was in total command her technique and trap delightfully deadly, his cock was entombed in her mouth and being stimulated by her.  He was still loose but unable to do much as his senses were being attacked and he didn’t want to fight her but enjoy her.

She coddled and pulled back and forth, his instrument was larger than she had expected but easily accommodated and he was impressively resisting her but she was not in any hurry, he would be defeated like all the other males who’d tried.  She adjusted her motion and felt him react to it, she knew he was hers and continued the stroke until she was rewarded and he juiced into her.

She knew her mate was on the island disposing of his partner she had hours to work his death.  Quinn struggled in her embrace, she liked an active lover and allowed him a little movement her coils were firmly in place, he was going nowhere unless she allowed it.  Quinn’s cock was on fire from her touch as he fought another orgasm her mouth stroking him along until he came, his release filling her with jets of spume as he jerked and she encouraged his thrusting with wispy touches until he settled and she began again pushing him onto his side as she worked his rod, its steel hardness and size making it easy for her wiles.  Quinn gushed his ghism shooting in forceful streams as he jackhammer in her body.  She sensed his strength, he was strong and fit and not nearly as spent as he pretended to be.  She began slowly again, taking her time and building him from semi soft to hard again in time.  She delivered him easily this time, her body becoming desirable for him, her touch exciting him.  The more he tried to escape the more stimuli she gave him, her coils dancing around him in her deadly arousing embrace.  She cummed him again and then attacked vigorously and cummed him quickly his long draining orgasm courtesy of her touch.  She rolled him into her coils and placed him into her Passion Kiss.  Her mouth teased him to climax before she tenderly captured his tip and devoured his rod into her mouth.  Her specialised mouth was a delightful trap for the male, she could stimulate him with endless variety, her mouth swelled into a vagina, its walls warm and firm and inviting.  She stilled and waited, waited for his first thrust and then he would be hers again, he was a toy to be played with then discarded.  She brought him to climax three more times before releasing his limp cock from her mouth.  She turned about him positioning him for her more deadly sex.

Quinn dripped inside her, his stamina not yet gone, her cave so perfectly firm and lethal, he came and thrust inside her, she moved her mouth and pulled his cock as she initiated there joining.  She relaxed and let him thrust and move, his massive cock a delight for her.  Quinn worked his tool about; she was responding to his root and within minutes she was wonderfully climaxed her body shaking as he slammed inside her.  She turned her head and pulled his cock in a slow circle, she wet mouth driving him wild as she worked until a thrust of his prong ended her joy.  She climaxed him instinctively for the next hour, Quinn enduring draining orgasms until she fell still from his thrust and relaxed and he struggled out of her coils. 

Cindy had designed a male version of a sheath for him and he pulled it free from her, it protecting his cock from her glue.  She was only stopped by the thrust for several minutes long enough for him to take their tryst to the next level.

Quinn pushed inside her, she languidly wrapped her body around him and awaited climax while she employed her wiles.  She slithered about around his neck and flicked her tongue in kiss to him, his rod was encased in her fatal paradise, and being massaged to another orgasm.  He pumped inside her unable to control his desire for her as males did and escape her glue insuring his cock was hers until death.  She felt him spill numerous times into her, his stamina endless it seemed.

 Quinn was not without his skills two of which she was being exposed to, oil and Quinn’s Persian Pressure Pump.  His oil lubricated her coils allowing him to slip about and she unable to get a firm hold on him, the oil seeped everywhere on her until she was slick.  Quinn rose to his feet and let her fall from his oiled form then proceeded to apply his trap.  She was soon weaved into a suspended fishing net her body stretch out and held, she was captured.

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The spy came ashore and quickly moved off the beach and into the jungle her mission Intel getting her onto the path and hopefully toward her target.  She didn’t have long to wait as she picked up the trail of his body in the sandy path and moved quickly toward him.  She found him or more precisely he found her  as what had appeared to be a thick motionless green vine just like all the others at the edge of the path moved and quickly.  The spy hand two loops around her waist and one leg encircled before she could react.  A third coil was half way around her shoulders when she caught the head of the snake, slipped her free leg around the base of a tree to prevent her falling and spun about removing the third coil.  Cindy wedged the serpents head into a V notched branch on the tree and used the leverage to remove the coils from her waist, only her leg remained and she had soft plans to remove it. Her hands took his head and stroked it with her free foot much to his delight.  He slowly unwound his grip she had convinced him to apply a more pleasurable means of death to her, just as she wanted as well

‘I hope you appreciate the opportunity I’m giving you, after all I could have finished you earlier, but what fun would that have been for either of us, I think we both prefer a more close personal touch,’ she hummed;

His tail meandered up her leg coming in contact with the Lycra of her bikini bottom.  Cindy watched the tail move up until it contacted skin again then curl underneath and pulled inside the bottom.  He flooded inside her his body twisting and turning about as he embraced about the lips of her paradise in two side by side lengths.  His tail emerged and loop around the material on one hip then slithered across and looped the other.  A slow back and forth motion of his body began against her paradise to which she had no objection or defense.  Cindy felt the heat rising in her from his action but she refused to open up for him offering him a sign of resistance to his charms. 

‘You have to earn me,’ she said stroking his chin for encouragement.

He responded by slowing his motion and relaxing his coils to show her his patience.  A few climaxes of the female would render her more open and pliant and then she would be exposed to a complete encasement and he to the joys of finishing her in pleasure.

Cindy continued her nuzzling while carefully keeping his most dangerous body fixed in the tree and away from her for the meantime while her plan developed.  A kiss to the back of his head signalled her attraction to him and the beginning of her trap.  Another kiss on his head and she slipped it out of the V and under her top between her décolletage his mouth closing around the string between the two cups.  The spy held his head as she slid her tits up and down against his skin, she now encouraging him with her own act of stimulation, each baiting a trap for the other that only one would survive.  The spy could feel her wetness so could her opponent, his fondling had worked, Cindy was scenting acceptance and readiness as she knew her eye’s now clearing fixed on his emerging and swelling stem.  She fed his body through her breasts his prong still not completely erect dragging up the inside of her leg toward her damp awaiting lips, he responded by removing he top as he went while his strategically placed coils about her hips relaxed and slid down her legs taking her bottoms away and making room for his tool.

The plus spy gathered in his head and some length as well as his tail and stealthily entwined them about her calves and ankles before gingerly crossing her legs and slipping an ankle lock in place to hold him for a while, it was her turn to stimulate and weaken.

His prong danced around her pussy, Cindy teasing entrance with a brush and touch of her delicious wet lips.  She funnelled her hands down his thick trunk in a slow sweep then came together around his semi flaccid probe.

‘I can’t insert you like this lover you need to be hard and I’m just the stiffening agent you need,’ she hissed.

The spy’s hands were everywhere on his swelling cock his body writhing in joy as he tried to break free and get inside her just as any male would.  She caressed and pulled his cable until he stilled his fight and spilled into the night air.  Cindy watched his essence flow and flow, her pumping hands wringing every ounce of joy she could from him before she started again.  He was frantic to get inside her and she had to fight to hold her place or be encased in death, her size and strength an excellent advantage as her nude muscled form sexily resisted his drive to consume her.

Once again she felt him still in her hold then thrust and thrust to expel his ghism his body whipping about the free itself as the spy held on barely to him until he stilled and rested for a second before Cindy upped the ante with a slow lick of his cock from base to tip.  Her tongue curled about his tip sending spasms of joy into him.

‘How does my snake feel?’ she cooed.

The deadly women ran her tip around once more then closed over the tip with her mouth and pulled him in.  He went insane from her touch and this time she could not hold him and fell to her knees, he was still hers but for how long she could not tell.  Cindy sucked and pulled removing the silicon covering lipstick and achieving him to climax twice more into the night.  She kissed his obelisk over and over depositing her covering until he was coated then relaxed her legs and slowly let him feed out and around and into her.

 Naked she knew stimulation against her was easier but she loved the feeling and accepted the risks.  She fought hard to ensure he never got more of her than she wanted the fight was frantic.  He wanted her totally in his dominance as she used every charm she had to undo his helix of her and position him to her advantage and his liking as Cindy kissed and screwed her male lover vigorously until she was caught by him.  He covered her in bands of green and inserted his massive prong into her willing paradise. He brought her to climax in seconds she so excited it was impossible to resist.  His tool was relentless inside her as the spy was cummed for minutes at a time as she screamed in joy but she was winning.

 The nude spy spent the next several hours kissing his body between climaxes until he was covered in her tangerine lip prints.

  ‘Weak baby not surprising my suffocation lipstick is effective and thoroughly applied it has you covered,’ she smiled coating her lips in a fresh stain.  She thoroughly inspected of him to ensure she hadn’t missed anywhere adding touch up kisses before she smiled.   

‘This topic has been well covered and as good as you are, I prefer my man, he kisses back.’

  

Eye of the Beholder

A while back I asked for ideas from readers about perils, situations or just in general story ideas that they would like to see.  This was a suggestion from a reader who wishes to remain in the background. I hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it.

If you have any ideas for stories, perils, etc that you'd like to see please post a comment here or email me at barrie125ca@yahoo.ca    Don't be shy or worried your idea will be too far out there, every idea is given serious consideration.   Thanks again for the idea.  

Eye of the Beholder

As he put the key into the door of his penthouse condo he allowed himself a moment to pause, reflect, a small smile emerging. 

‘C.O.I.L. will be pleased,’ he thought.  ‘I got the data the mission required and as a bonus eliminated two D.O.O.M. agents.’  He allowed himself a second smile, the agents in question being very sexy female operatives.

With the memory of those two agents still dancing in his mind he made his way to his office and opened his laptop, took the thumb drive containing the data he’d acquired and prepared to transmit it only to find he had no Internet connection.

‘Damm.   This condo may have a lot of advantages but bandwidth is not one of them!’ he muttered as he rummaged in one of the desk drawers for his portable hotspot card.  He was still looking when he heard a voice behind him.

‘Looking for this, Steele?’

Steele turned about quickly, there standing in the door way to his bedroom, one hand supporting her weight against the frame, her head cocked slightly and provocatively to one side. Dressed only in a towel that just covered her ample breasts and slim body it ended just below her hips, her legs crossed over at the ankles stood the woman her had sought earlier in the evening.   There in the centre of her more than ample décolletage was his Internet Card.

Well Roxanne, this is a pleasant surprise,’ he said not phased at all by the presence of the D.O.O.M. agent.

‘I won’t bother to ask you how you got in here, what’s important is you’re here.  Too bad you weren’t at home when I made my special delivery earlier this evening.  You’re two minions had to pick up the cost, plus the tip of course, but room service is so much more appealing, so I’m  glad you arranged it this way,’ he said, malice in his voice.

Roxanne remained cool and calm replying.  ‘I do you can make another special delivery, just for me, but I warn you I’m more exacting in my expectations, but I tip so much better and speaking of tip,’ she said, her eyes focusing on his swelling member as it engorged to full attention, a common effect on men when she was about.

Steele made a lunge for her, she deftly and lithely stepped aside, half ducking to avoid his enfolding arms a small laugh escaping her as she pirouetted away from another attempt and came to rest leaning on the edge of a chair her body displayed seductively once more. 

‘You’ll have to do much better than that?’ she purred. 

Steele’s face tightened in frustration as did his body.  She watched as he became more catlike in his actions, she danced and swayed just out of reach again and again her mocking laughter echoing from one failed chance to another to catch her before he finally caught just the fringe of the towel and jerked it hard back toward himself, his powerful forearms rolling her out of the covering.  Gracefully she spun out of the cocoon then stopped her back to him; she turned about and looked at him, the pose seducingly effective as a lock of her brown hair fell over one eye.  Roxanne blew him a kiss and he advanced toward her, all the while she smiled and did not move until he was just a few steps from her, suddenly she turned about, the smile growing wider on her face as he stopped just a step from her.

‘Something catch your eye?’ Roxanne smoothly said as she placed her arms behind her head and swayed slowly side to side much like a belly dancer, her magnificent orbs, firm, tense and full just slightly in motion from the movement.  She took the towel from his hand and slowly backed up, her dance never abating until she was across the room from him, her sylphlike form moving from shadow to light with the stealth of cat on the hunt, she slipped the towel back on and the trance was broken.

‘Over here darling.  Really you must be faster, if you want to catch me or did your earlier dalliances this evening drain you of your strength.  Judging from what I see I think not.  Not to worry I won’t hold it against you, we’ll just consider that practice, now for the main event,’ she said.

Steele’s mind race, he was not tired yet something had happened, just what, he couldn’t quite place, but as her searched deeper he became aware of losing control to her for the briefest of instances, or so it seemed.  She was beautiful, but nothing more so than other agents, on either side, he’d had encounters with. 

He shrugged it off and came swiftly at her only this time she disrobed herself theatrically letting the towel soar into the air.  The spy blew him a kiss as he again stopped as if frozen in place just a few steps from her, the towel cascading down from above between them where it caught on his member and hung. 

‘A Kodak moment if ever there was one,’ Roxanne said smiling then continued.  ‘You can’t seem to take your eyes off my orbs darling, don’t worry, all men have the same issue, it seems their rather hypnotic in their perfection and in the motion I add to them,’ she demurred as she watched his eyes.

‘Ah there I have you, under my spell,’ the spy said softly before stepping in close and taking his hands in hers.  ‘Feel what has you so entranced darling,’ she whispered into his ear while her hands guided the palms of his over her mounds. 

This time Steele was aware of what was happening, his mind fuzzy on the how, but clear on the effects.  ‘She’s hypnotizing me somehow.  Focus your mind Steele, concentrate on anything other than the voice, gain back control,’ he screamed to the inner recesses of his mind.

‘Now listen to me closely baby.  Keep your eyes transfixed on my cleavage, I want you to absorb every curve of my beasts, that’s right feel how they slope and rise and fall, the sweep of the tangent, map it in your mind,’ she cooed as the spy guided his hands about her incredible globes.  ‘Oh what’s that, oh yes, that feels great, you’re magic hands are doing an incredible job, their getting me so excited.‘

From some corner of his mind, he screamed at the synapses as they heard and responded to Roxanne’s honeyed voice and left him to join her.  Frustration built inside him, a wave of rage on one side and wall of longing pushing against in on the other.  He was sure he would win, his training had tackled situations like before and he’d always prevailed.

Roxanne maneuvered his hands up and over her nipples, now hard, full, erect and very sensitive.  

‘Now baby use those hands to really excite me.  Feel the resistance as you push over them, the friction against your palms, now, oh yes, toy with them between the tips of your fingers, oh my God, you’re fantastic  lover, oh no,’ she gasped directing his splayed fingers up between her nipples and then shifting them back and forth over her pinnacles. 

‘Steele tried to control his hands, he knew he could, all he had to do was stop them, it was a simple task. ‘I will stop them now!’ his mind screamed, but his hands kept going, the delight of her smooth soft skin and the Cerci voice of Roxanne dashed his willpower on the rocks.  More of his mind came over to her sugary tones.  Sweat started to form on his brow; he could feel his hands removing from his mind, his control, being magnetized to her hands, following her every lead as she guided them about.

‘I feel so ready for you,’ she said controlling his hands downward and closing them around his own massive shaft its volume pulsing with excitement.  ‘No lover keep your glaze affixed to my boobs,’ Roxanne said as slowly she pistoned his hands back and forth along his steel pole. 

‘Oh my, back to your old tricks, you devil!  Ohhh!  You haven’t lost your touch, that is so wonderful,’ she said.  ‘Feel how wet I am, I’m almost ready, just a like longer baby and I’ll be there for you,’ she said touching his tip against her pussy sending pounding electric spikes up his shaft, his body twitching in response.  ‘They feel so good in your hands I want you to touch me always like this,’ she said then instructed his hands in how she liked it while giving him several verbal commands to follow when she spoke them. 

‘Keep control Steele,’ he told himself, but his mind was slipping further down her well of dominance and now the please factor added a second front to Roxanne’s attack.  He started to feel the rising tide of joy inside him, a stirring that could and would not be quelled. 

‘You love touching me there and every time you see them you simply can’t resist, you must stop whatever you’re doing and satisfy me until I say stop.  Remember darling, your pleasure is my pleasure and I’m not satisfied fully until you are, do you understand?’ she questioned and he nodded vacantly. ‘Wonderful, let’s try a simple experiment now that your pump is primed.’

Steele was aware of his agreeing and part of him cursed himself for doing it, but he had to comply with Roxanne’s wishes, he must obey her, his mind told him.

The hypnotic spy released her hands and stepped back several paces retrieving the towel deftly as she moved then stopped and in a quick flash wrapped herself back up breaking the spell she had on him.  Instantly the glazed look in his eyes was replaced by menace, he released his hands from his spear realizing what he hand been doing.  Steele fought the feeling to continue pleasuring himself as he was close, he was unsure if this was his indulgent pleasure trying to win out or Roxanne still having residual control of him, either way he cursed himself for his weakness.  He and rushed at her, she all the while smiling until  he was just about on her, she relaxed her covering just enough to let it, with a little encouragement from her, slip off her breasts.  In an instant he stopped, the glass eyed looked returned and his hand began to stroke his obelisk.

‘Not again, so close, so near to having her and finishing he as I did the others.’  Steele instantly knew that was the wrong thought to have, his thoughts recalled the two beauties he had finished earlier, both with sexual entanglements that had been exquisite in their pleasuring for him.  He watched his hand move toward and then encircle his shaft, nothing his brain commanded could stop it and he watched in desperation as the Steele controlled by Roxanne began to stroke back and forth and massage his member, that Steele was lost in pleasure and the other Steele, the one that could do nothing, simply followed along. 

‘That’s right baby, make me cum,’ she mocked as he pulled and stroked his stem while she made noises of encouragement.  ‘AHHHHH, almost honey just a few more, oh yes, there you are, keep it going, wring every last drop from me,’ she mocked as he climaxed and jetted his fluid with forceful rage.

Steele’s mind rushed with pleasure and nothing else, he was lost to the primal urge and gladly surrendered to it, letting it fill him up. 

‘If I can just focus!’ he said to himself as the briefest of moments after the last ray of joy slipped from him and his mind cleared.  Now is the time, get control of your mind while you can and she is still shut out.  I have it, I have it,’ Steele thought as the light came back into focus and the world around him cleared again, but then he saw her tits, so perfect so…. And he was lost again.  “Noooo!’ his mind screamed as Roxanne flooded into every corner and took control again. 

The spy made a follow me motion with her finger as she turned him and then backed away some more and pulled up the towel.  For a moment he looked dazed, his eyes betraying his intent as he looked at his hand for just a second, then he came for her again and she repeated then hypnotic trap only with a little more flair.  Side stepping her assailant, she pivoted about and with a grandiose gesture flung off the towel and subdued him again with her mesmerizing spheres.

‘My mind is being eroded by all the control/release she is applying.  I find it harder and harder to resist pleasuring myself or gaining back my mind even when she gives it to me.  I’m lost to her power to control me sexually,’ Steele said.  He did not add that he liked it, but what’s left unsaid is usually more powerful that what’s said. 

His hand mechanically went to his shaft and began, not in a crude way, but just the way she had guided it when he was first under her spell.  She smiled as she watched knowing if she’d left the procedure up to him he’d only ever spill once and that was not the outcome or the end game she wanted.  ‘Who better  than to teach a male about masturbation than a female, after all we are the softer sex and we know more about their bodies and how to get them to perform than they do,’ she thought as she watched him spill again in a great stream of energy draining ghism.

This time Roxanne did not cover up but encouraged him to continue.  ‘Come on baby, you can do it, make me scream in glory.  Yesssss, that’s it around the tip, bath me in pleasure until I collapse in your arms totally spent by your vigour!’ she honeyed as she watched him do what she commanded to his python.   ‘Very impressive and so fast, I knew you were a virile lover, you make me so happy!’

Steele still knew enough to understand what she was up to, but powerless to do anything about it.  ‘She’s going to pleasure me to death, death by my own had at the command of another person.  I need to resist and break her spell,’ he thought as he watched the last drips of his seed escape and his body relax just a little.

The sexy spy moved away again and covered up once more then exposed him to her deadly commanding presence.  This time she kept him under her spell of seduction for three sessions.  When she released him, he staggered toward her, she moved and danced out of the way, ducking and cartwheeling free of his swing arms, her laugh mixing with his pants for air and awkward lunging thuds of his legs upon the floor, but she cast her spell on him once more.

‘Not again! I have nothing left to offer and she knows that, my bodies in overdrive and still I can’t stop it, I must obey her commands, I want to obey her commands and make her happy,’ she mind said overriding his own thoughts and taking control.

Exhausted he fell to his knees after the first discharge.  She smiled and lifted his head up in her hands and stepped closer so he could keep contact with her dual hypnotic knolls. 

‘That’s excellent honey, god your amazing, faster and faster, make the room spin for me, push harder and faster, oh yes, almost baby almost!’ she voiced as he did her bidding and came his body jerking and his face twisting as he did. 

‘Give her what she wants, I must, I will make her happy even if it means death for me!’ his mind told him and his body accepted it as it worked harder.  ‘I’m all hers and I want to be,’ Steele thought with his last gasp of independence. 

She did not let up, a venomously honey voice lured him like a siren song and he came again and again, his body lathered in perspiration.  She could feel his heart pounding, his body straining to keep up with her commands, still she coated him in words of praise and he stroked himself again.  This time his whole body stammered and quaked. 

‘This is it lover, together, take me over the top, pin me to the mattress with your wand and fill me with all that fantastic magic inside you!’ she screamed in mock passion.  She pulled his face into her cleavage and buried him inside then while she whispered into his ear, her soft words and softer flesh exciting him to dangerous levels. His heart beat right through her body, she smiled and shimmied just a little, giving more encouragement, not that he needed any, her trap and her words was all that was ever required but she liked to spice up the game for herself.

His heart raced then just as quickly he slowed to a stop, only for a fraction of a second, she knew, she’d been here many times before.  That flicker of an instant between a dead stop and what came next seemed like an eternity, long enough for the victory smile to pose on her lips and her eyes to light up with triumph.

He thrust forward, his hips machine gunning as he released into the air all the strength he had left, his body twisted and pounded, then convulsed as she twinned her arms about his neck until he stilled.

‘Is that all you have for me lover?’ she cooed and released her arms.  He tumbled lifeless to one side, she looking at him for a second then retreating to the bedroom to clean herself up and change.

‘Nice place,’ she said sometime later as she emerged from the bedroom.  “I think I’ll put an offer in on it.  I don’t think the previous tenant will be getting back his cleaning deposit though.’