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All in a Night's Work

  ‘I could watch you get dressed all day long,’ he mused from the bed, his eyes scanning her up and down.

‘You could also watch me undress all day long, as well,’ she retorted with a turn of her head back to him, her hair cycloning around and covering one eye as she spoke, the visual more than sufficient to get him thinking.

She adjusted her shoulders and pulled on her second skin completely, pulling the zipper up just the top of her stomach as he watched.

‘You’re incredibly flexible,’ he added as she turned to face him a smile playing across her face,

‘I should think my performance this afternoon would have demonstrated that already then she noticed something.  ‘Get your little man, as much as I like him, under control.  I have a mission to complete and no time for that, as wonderful as it is, I need to be strong and sharp FORCE isn’t just going to hand me the Intel TRIDENT wants,’ she explained in a firm but teasing way.  ‘There, that’s everything I need. I won’t bother asking how I look, I can see from the tent you're making with the sheets that I meet with your approval.  I will however take a kiss for luck,’ she smiled walking over to the bed.

She took her kiss then a second.  ‘The first for luck, the second a promise for when I return.  Rest up baby, I always come back very stimulated,’ she added walking out the bedroom door, her amazing ass bobbing about as she went.  

Michelle Lee, former dancer, stuntwoman, model, now TRIDENT Agent, exited the elevator and walked over to her car in the underground parking.  She had about an hour drive to the target location.

‘If you’re going to go, go in style,’ she smiled as the Acura NSX fired up and she pulled it out of the underground.  She was soon off the city streets and onto the highway driving into seemingly endless suburbia.  The off ramp taken at a ridiculous high rate of speed pumped her up a little, getting her ready.  She zipped through the empty streets of an industrial complex mostly warehouses dotted in places with small office buildings no more than 4 to 6 stories.  Michelle zipped around a few corners and leaned into some sweeping bends before slowing the car and stopping.  

‘Time for work and to look and be my best,’ she smiled opening a little purse she brought with her.  A few minutes later she silently exited and stretched, folding her upper half down and into her lower, MIchelle feeling the wonderful pull as her lithe form worked.  The spy placed a straight leg on the roof of the car and leaned over it, she repeated with the other thinking that it was good he didn’t see this or she would never have gotten here,’ a smile crossing her face as she pumped her body forward.  A few minutes later her body warmed up and ready she advanced silently toward her target.

 

‘FORCE certainly does not make things easy,’ she mused.  

Intel obtained by another TRIDENT female agent had given them the chance to steal schematics for a new tactical missile that one of FORCE’s cover company’s was working on.  The only issue was that it was broken up into five levels, one for each floor and you needed all the levels to make sense of the data as they were all linked by a complex algorithm that only worked if all 5 pieces were together.  TRIDENT’s computer department had been unable to hack into the system, so Michelle was given the mission.  She did have a basic understanding of the layout and where the initial point of contact would be, once inside she was on her own, not knowing who or what she’d encounter.  

Michelle walked up along the fence then turned and disappeared into the darkness around the corner and up against the brick wall of the structure.  Her body melted into the darkness as she listened for the footsteps of the patrolling guard.  He passed right in front of her before she pulled him into the darkness, her hands twisting his neck around finishing what they had started with a sharp strike to his throat that crushed his trachea.  Michelle undid his uniform and slipped it on, she was fast and efficient in her motions and was soon making her way to the main door, passcard in hand.  The corner of her eye spotted where she needed to go as she swiped the card, the doors wooshed open and she darted inside, head down right to the guard at the front desk.

She made it undetected, he looked up at the last minute.  ‘Something to report…’ he started to say before a pair of soft lips pressed against his then let go as his face fell forward against the desk.  

‘I’m a knockout in more ways than one,’ Michelle said as she inserted  a Flash drive pulled from one of her earrings into the control console.  ‘There that will create a constant video loop. Pity I had to waste my knockout lipstick on him,’ she thought looking at the guard.  ‘I guess they can’t all be hunks, but a girl can wish,’ she thought as she moved to the stairs up to the first floor.  

The spy had only taken a few steps; she saw a leather suited woman slid down the railing to the landing at the halfway point, she gracefully landed, her sword poised for action.  

‘I do have an ID card,’ Michelle smiled, holding up one taken from the guard at the desk.  ‘Not a good likeness of my though,’ she added before tucking the card inside her suit.  

The FORCE agent waited for Michelle to come to her, she held the high ground.  

Michelle stepped slowly up, then accelerated the taking the final four quickly as her opponent spun round, the blade slicing the air and only the air as Michelle turned her body parallel to the stair below the beautiful agent and arched back over herself, the sabre whizzing by just below her face.  The TRIDENT spy used her strength and flexibility to unwind her body, her legs rising up, one of them connecting with the side of the woman’s head.  Michelle let the motion carry on pulling her into a handstand where she spun and connected again with the woman’s head who fell backward her body sprawling upward reclined on the steps.  Michelle fell over driving an elbow into the woman’s stomach.  The TRIDENT spy was on her feet instantly, she had the advantage and meant to keep it.  Grasping the woman by the ankles she turned her over onto her back, slipped the legs over she shoulders and run up the stairs, flipping her assailant up and over, the sword wedging in between the steps and pulling frr of her hand, it clanged on the metal steps, like a clock counting down the seconds left in a prize fight.  

Michelle pushed the woman’s legs between two steps and bent her body back over her before cupping her hands under her neck and pulling her up, bringing their faces side by side and cheek to cheek but backwards to each other.  

‘Earlier tonight my lover told me I had an incredibly flexible body, but why take his word for it,’ Michelle explained her voice dripping with malice.

The TRIDENT spy leaned forward straining her captive back while her arms flailed helplessly at her side.  ‘I see I’m not the only one who’s stretchy, but every rubber band has a breaking point, even a FORCE one,’ she added.  MIchelle bent forward a little more, her victim unable to escape.  The sexy spy gave a sharp jerk of her arms and released, the FORCE agents body falling back down still on the steps the satisfying crack of her broken neck still playing its sweet melody in her ears.  

She picked up the sword and headed up the stairs.  After a few dead ends she found the room she wanted, the passcard giving her access .  She pulled a second flash card from her other earring, inserted it, typed in the password provided by the Intel they had and downloaded the data.  She was in and out in 3 minutes and moved up the stairs silently to the next level.  

Michelle, even in heels, was light and silent on her feet, she swiftly moved to the next floor, paused at the top and looked around the corner, seeing nothing she moved quickly to the 

door she thought would contain the data she desired.  She guessed correctly and added it to the cache before slipping back into the hallway.  

‘Going somewhere?  Not even going to say hello or give us time to get to know one another,’ Came a voice from the darkness followed by a crack and Michelle finding her arms pinned to her side by a whip.  

‘Normally I like to warm up a little, get to know the person before we move on to the discipline part of the fun, but to each her own,’ Michelle cooed, then grabbed the whip  ran toward the woman, snapped the loose part of the whip creating a loop which she maneuvered around her opponents arms and waist  placing her in the same predicament.  

When they came together Michelle spun into a spinning back heel kick, her leg fully extended and high, the leather stretched and taut against her skin.  The kick swung over her opponents head as the woman ducked, Michelle’s momentum spun her around, the FORCE agent  snapped a punch to the kidney of Michelle then knocked the legs out from under her sending her to the floor where the FORCE agent crossed her legs and tied Michelle’s legs into a triangle.  Arching up she pressed and strained Michelle’s legs stretching her hamstrings and adductors.  Michelle pushed back as best she could she could feel the pressure on her knees and ankles.  

‘Speaking strictly for myself I kind of enjoy the ruff stuff right away,’ the FORCE agent said through gritted teeth and she arched up further causing Michelle to grunt in pain.  Michelle wedged herself up on her elbows, pain searing her lower body, she pushed back, her hips gaining the height advantage pushed back and forced her opponent’s legs down, quick thrust sideways and she rolled them over, reversing the situation.  

‘How’s it feel now? Speaking just for myself I’m enjoying this, how about you?’ Michelle smiled as she pushed up further.  It took the FORCE agent a few minutes before she rolled them again, but only to their sides giving neither woman the advantage.  Attempted blows and strikes were pairied by each as they refused to let go of each other.  Michelle needed to break the stalemate to avoid another FORCE agent stumbling upon them.  She took a blow to the side of head to draw the woman in then unleashed a head butt that finally broke them apart.  Michelle spun on her back and unleashed a furious kick to the FORCE Agents head sending her rumbling over herself as the Trident agent used the momentum to spin up to her feet.  

‘I like a good cat fight as much as the next girl, but I’m a little pressed for time,’ Michelle explained as she walked toward the FORCE agent picking up the whip.  ‘Well, who’s the kitten with a whip now,’ she added, snapping it sending the cord circling about her opponents ankles.  With a might pull the FORCE agent slid across the marble floor toward an awaiting and prepared Michelle.  The infiltrator encircled the stiletto points of the womens boots then yanked the whip turning her over on her stomach where she tied her wrists behind her back and firmly held the remaining whip between her hands hooked it around the next of the FORCE woman.  

‘Excellent thing about whips is that they can be used in so many ways, a versatile weapon in the right hands of course and many an agent has told me my hands are very versatile, of course I don’t think they meant this.’

The lethal TRIDENT spy locked her heels against those of her opponent and fell backward so her legs extended from where the FORCE spy’s ended and pulled up arching the agent back as the whip began to strangle her, her body contorting side to side as she tried to escape.  Michelle pulled a little more taking in some slack but holding it in abeyance until in a lighting move she circled another loop around the helpless agent's neck.  She slowly pulled the cord tighter, the woman’s body spasming as she tried to escape, her form contorting and bucking as she gurgled almost inaudibly until a last wide thrust shook them body and then stillness, the defeated agent hanging limp, the last sound a small thump as MIchelle let go of the whip and her dead body hit the floor.  Michelle allowed herself a small satisfied smile before nipping up the stairs to her next rendezvous.  

‘You look like a spy on a mission,’ a voice said stepping from the shadows. 

‘And you look like a spy  intent on stopping me from doing so,’ Michelle retorted as she tensed her body.

‘Not just stopping you, oh of course that will happen, but well why rush things, that’s  the last step, it’s the steps in between that are the most fun, for one of us anyway.,’ the FORCE agent smiled as she pulled nunchucks out from behind her back.

‘Like I said, the in between steps,’ the FORCE agent menaced as she began spinning them about in a dizzying and skillful display.  

‘It's a good thing I took first in armed versus unarmed combat in bad girl spy school,’ Michelle smiled as she began moving about, dancing on the front of her feet, her body darting and weaving as she changed directions and speed.  

The FORCE agent circled with her, slowly working the nunchucks over one shoulder and the other, she darted in and out making Michelle faint and jump a smile crossing her lips at the sight of the TRIDENT agent being kept nervous. Swinging the weapon around her waist she suddenly moved in.

‘Iyyaaa,’ she yelled as one Monouchi slammed flat against Michelle’s stomach the force of the blow doubling her over just as the FORCE agent had expected.  ‘Iyaaa,’she yelled again as the Kontei delivered a punching rap to both kidneys.  The FORCE agent twirled with the grace of a ballerina, one hand releasing one of the Monouchi’s as the other swung around smacking its sister hard against the back of MIchelle’s thighs, collapsing her to the floor. 

The TRIDENT agent tried to tuck and roll away to gain distance and time to recover from the quick succession of blows, but having advantage the FORCE agent aimed to keep it and pursued her.  Michelle came out of a tuck and aware of the woman spun her body hard on the floor,  legs extending fully out she scissored the FORCE agent about the torso, the speed of her spin carrying the agent over and spread eagle on her stomach to the floor.

‘My Nunchucks are just as deadly and if I may say, far more sexy,’ she said, pulling in with all her might.

The FORCE agent  was being squeezed hard, her breath being taken away quickly by Michelle's long constricting legs, she needed to break the embrace quickly or risk being crushed. She pushed up with the flat of her hands inching her way backward, the process slow and painful as Michelle tightened even more.  Pain etched on her face she somehow managed to come to her feet as Michelle’s hands found the floor, her body bent at 90 degrees, her legs still pulling in as her booted ankles crossed and locked before the FORCE agents eyes.  

She focused her mind and slipped the holes in the Kusari into the TRIDENT agents stiletto points and turned, the leverage pulling open Michelle’s vice despite her best efforts to hold on.  An instant pivot of her body freed the FORCE agent then twisted the nunchucks again corkscrewing Michelle’s legs together.  A pirouette completed her escape and the TRIDENT agents entanglement.  One leg inserted into the open space on her mound while the other snapped around Michelle’s neck with the back of her knee.  She fell over, driving her leg up tight against the spy’s mound and around her back where it acted as a brace.  Michelle on her side, her heels caught on the chain, a leg crushing against her neck while her body was slowly being bowed backward grunted and grasped for freedom.  

Michelle could not escape, her arms tried futility to relieve the pressure on her neck, but it was hopeless.  Her hands shook violently from the lack of oxygen as she worked, her mind unsure if she was doing anything or just imaging she was until finally she was sure of nothing except one arm reaching behind her pawing the the FORCE agents clothing as she worked her way up the top, her strength almost gone, hands patting and snagging until a finger hooked into a button near the collar.  She opened her hand unable to hold on any longer, her vision blurred and nearly black, she spasmed, her hand opening and letting go as it spasmed and fell limp to the floor as did she a second later.

A slow sluggish head turned over as the low gurgling sound increased in her ear.  Her eyes slowly came into focus, a picture of a woman’s body snapping involuntarily on the floor next to her as her hands pulled at her neck.  Michelle slowly shook her head side to side trying to clear her mind until she thought she was ready.  

‘One of the hidden features of my catsuit FORCE agent, my zipper, not only functional, but feature packed.  I just managed to detach it from my suit and toss it before I passed out. Lucky for me my aim was accurate. My zipper contains nanobots, programmed to come together and keep coming together.  Once my zipper made contact with your skin it used the moisture on it and the electrical charge that moisture contains to power the nanobots to come together, one end couling with the other, then your own struggle powers the zipper to close tooth by tooth.  The teeth are made of an alloy that is impervious to cutting so all you can do is lay there and let it slowly tighten, unable to move or scream until it strangles you to death. I love to hang around but I have a mission to complete,’ she smiled and winched a little.

Michelle struggled to her feet and staggered slowly about for a few steps eventually using the wall as brace to help her get to the room and the data she needed.  She hurt everywhere and just climbing the stairs was hard graft.

She got the data on the next to last floor, thankful for the recovery time as she downloaded the Intel.  Safely tucked away Michelle opened the door and stepped into the hallway.  

‘Ekaa!, ekai!, ekai!, ekai!’ Michelle heard and after each a blow to her body starting with her thighs, front and back, next her stomach and finally across her shoulders, that blow sending her crashing into the opposite wall where a foot snapped a kick to her head bouncing her forward where she was launched into the air and tossed landing hard several feet away. She just managed to sit up when a pair of legs slammed into her sides, crossed and locked over hers and two escrima sticks came against her throat and pulled her chin up.

‘Take a wrong turn Miss?’ the FORCE agent said sarcastically as she pulled up and pressed in even more.

‘I think my GPS needs recalibrating,’ Michelle managed to say before slamming an elbow into the gut of the FORCE agent then snapping her over her shoulders.  ‘Nope, working just fine!’ she added coming to her feet a little slower than she would have liked.  

‘You hid those well,’ the FORCE agent said as Michelle pulled the nunchucks from her catsuit.

‘Parting gift from a friend,’ the TRIDENT spy smiled.  

Michelle hoped to use the weapon to buy herself some time to recover from all the blows she’d taken but her opponent pressed the attack, Miichelle using the reach and leverage of her weapon to keep the other away and off guard.  Afast strike put pay to those hopes, the blow stinging the front of her thigh followed up by a spinning back heel kick that staggered the TRIDENT agent backward down the hall, she fighting loss of balance.  Her opponent advanced and swung again, somehow Michelle found the strength to swing her weapon up and wrap it around one of the sticks catching and twisting the Monouchi around locking the Escrima.  Michelle twisting herself about forcing her opponent to let go of the stick, a small reward followed up by a blinding punishment as the FORCE agent smacked her with the remaining stick then slammed up her body with a series of short sharp kicks.

‘Watah!, Watah!, Watah!, Watah!,’ four precision strikes knocked the spy about her body wobbling then in a slow motion crumpling to the ground.

‘Where’s your mouth now,’ the FORCE agent mocked as she jammed the stick into Michelle’s stomach with a blow so sharp that not even her stomach muscles could mitigate the blow.  The FORCE agent recocked and slammed again, only this time MIchelle was prepared and raised her hips, the Escrima missed and Michelle closed and trapped it against her thighs then followed up with a punch to the mound, then two sharp shots to the inner thighs.  

Michelle looked to have the advantage turned to her favour but she was hurt and not as fast as she normally would have been.  The FORCE agent fell forward from the blows but turned a disadvantage into a positive as she fell over top of Michelle, her hands interlocking and catching under Michelle’s chin pulling back her head and back and snapping her body.  

As the FORCE agent spun about one leg and hand stretched out to support her in a striking position, she watched Michelle’s body convulse then slowly try to drag itself against the wall for protection.  

She was picked up, a knee driving into her stomach, then a second time.  The FORCE agent leapt into the air, spun about and applied a fly headscissors, twisting as she fell and sending the TRIDENT agent skidding across the floor toward the stairs Michelle curled into a ball right by the edge. 

‘I’m afraid you get a failing grade for your mission or more appropriately a falling grade,’ the FORCE agent said as she picked up the woman and placed her across her shoulders.  ‘You know I think there’s just enough room for you to fit between the stairs and the wall.  Of course there may be a few knocks on the way down, but think of them as breaking your fall as well as your bones.!’ she said turning around and tossing her backwards over her shoulder.

Michelle fell but only six feet before she stopped, she used the last of her strength to reach out and pull the legs of the FORCE agent under the bottom rail sinking the back of her head against the top and pinning her in place.  

The pinned agents' struggles bobbed Michelle up and down as the garrotte wire held her in place, Michelle swinging a leg over to wrap the strand completely around her neck.  Hands banged against the uprights and her body convulsed as she strangled.  Michelle dropped a little the wire was cutting into her neck, she needed to move or risk falling.  A quick snap of legs away from each other finished the FORCE agent.  Michelle undid her leg and pushed up with her hands to take the pressure off before working upward and tilting over falling to the ground exhausted from the effort, but victorious.

She reached down and unhooked one end of the wire from inside her heel and closed the point. A gentle pull and the wire auto retracted on the spool in the other heel, she closed the point on that as well.

‘You see what happens when you keep her head during combat,’ she couldn't resist saying as blood dripped on the floor and down the open well to splash 4 floors below.  

She couldn’t even smile at the joke.  Michelle knew she was in bad shape, it took her four attempts to get to her feet, any victory now would come on adrenaline and thinking and she had one more floor to go.  She lurched to the stairs, stumbled and fell across them.  She pulled and dragged herself up resting against the wall on the 5th.

‘All that way to fail,’ the blonde said.

‘Don’t be too harsh, it's the trying that counts,’ the Indian woman answered.

‘I think you mean, all in the dying,’ she responded.  

Michelle raised the Escrima sticks she had managed to drag along.  Both women smiled as they pushed off the wall and walked toward her.  Michelle went into a weak stance. She swung and missed as Indian woman ducked underneath, now they had her surrounded.  It was easy to disarm her from there, one simply kicked and scored while the other grabbed one arm and pinned it against the wall, the other arm was quickly joined. 

A series of punches to the stomach and sides loosened her grip on the sticks and they fell.  Both women threw her across the hallway, spun across on there heels and slammed a leg up her back hooking their heels under her 

chin, The duo showed their flexibility by arching over themselves, each grabbing a heel point of Michelle’s boots and lifting her off the ground putting her back in duress as she was suspended.  

‘Well look at this,  a strangulation wire built into the heel.  You do come prepared to party don’t you honey.  Excellent, we both like a good party,’ the bark hair woman stated.  

At that queue, both heaved Michelle backward where she caromed off the opposite wall and rolled away in a heap.  

The two didn’t give her a moment's rest, straightened out and sat her up, scissored her, one from the front, the other the back, the woman at the back holding her arms behind stretched out behind her.  

‘This is going to hurt you a lot more than us,’ the dark haired woman smiled as she stared right into the eyes of Michelle.  

‘But look on the positive side you are helping us with our thigh muscle workout,’ the blonde added along with a small laugh.

All the talk only added to the agony coursing through her body.  Michelle was caught in an ever closing vise, she could feel her rib cage being pushed up and her breath getting shorter, both women had very effective legs.  

‘I don’t know about hurting me more than you,’ Michelle said defiantly as she mustered all the strength she could.  Michelle jack hammered her head backward then rocketed it forward.  The blow hurt all three, but it did what Michelle wanted it to do, she escaped the deadly double scissor.  A spinning flare kick added a second hit to them, she pushed off with her heel spinning in tight ball one leg connecting with the blonde then tucking back in while the other extended and hit home on the other FORCE agent.  

Michelle knew she had to act fast, her body said otherwise, she pushed through the pain the will to succeed overriding her torment.  She spotted the Escima stick, her body executed and backward somersault, her poise and fluid slinky motion both sexy and menacing in the same moment. The heels of her boots hooked the stick, her legs flicked it into the air. She came out of her backwards roll, spun and snapped a kick to the back of the blondes torso, she cursed herself for not hitting her head , but the blow accomplished the result she wanted but with a less stunning result.  Just as the kick ended the Escrima stick fell from above into her awaiting hands, the spy hooked it into the back of the heels of her opponent, the fronts of her thighs pushed against the stick while her arms reached forward and seize the blondes head and a tight embrace, Michelle pulled back pinning the woman to her.  

‘I wish this could be a long goodbye, but needs must and just to be clear this will hurt you much more than me,’ Michelle added as she violently turned her arms, the crack of the blonde's neck echoing about the hallway.  The other FORCE agent’s eyes widened as she heard it then saw the rag doll body of her partner smash lifeless to the floor as Michelle got to her feet, stick in hand.  

‘One down, one to go,’ Michelle smiled in spite of the pain she felt with every step.

She raised the stick and made for a quick strike, it was a foolish move, she knew it the minute she’d made it.  The blow was telegraph but her lack of speed.  The FORCE agent caught the blow in her hand.

She wrenched Michelle’s arm down in a circle with one hand while the other slipping to the back of the TRIDENT spy’s thighs lifted up and tossed the woman over hard to the floor!  Michelle rolled over onto her hands and knees before a leather boot slammed into the stomach, the force sending her hard into the wall.  

The FORCE agent seized Michelle by her hair and pulled her up, the winching spy having no choice in spite of the pain to assist in her demolition.  

‘Hiyee!,’  the woman yelled as she half turned and drove the point of her elbow into Michelle’s sternum then turned her stomach to the wall driving first her fists into Michelle’s kidneys and small of the back, the scorpion kicking her to the back of the head.  

Michelle bounced off the wall and into a back to back neckbreaker.  The  taller FORCE spy pulled Michelle up off the floor and began to slowly twist, the TRIDENT agent kicking and fighting with the little energy she had left.  Slowly her view of the hallway changed as her head was turned, her neck feeling the strain, her breath short, her back on fire.  Her hands frantically scraped, pulling and slapped at her opponents arms.  

The FORCE agent bounced her up and down adding more fuel to the pain.  MIchelle resisted, her foe tilted forward intent on finishing the encounter, Michelle kicked violently upward, her foot slamming into the woman’s mound created by the opening of her legs to balance her forward pull.  She felt a pause for a second, not longer, but long enough to tell her she’d scored a hit, she did it again, this time the hands uncoupled and she fell free.  

Michelle grove an enblow into the small of the woman’s back, the hammer shot skidding her away to the far wall, she turned just in time to she the TRIDENT spy vault up the wall, one foot pushing off and then a deadly pair and catsuit covered legs wrap around her neck.  Michelle leaned forward and took them to the ground a rolling tumble ensued ending with the back of the spy's left leg wrapped around the neck of her opponent.

‘I won’t waste any time and get right to the point,’ Michele gasped as she pulled the captured head down with her leg, the heel point of her other boot driving into the eye socket and then into the brain of the FORCE agent.

Michelle held firm as her opponent’s body twitched and spasmed the last vestiges of life from it.  After a minute or so she unhooked her leg, slipped the top of her boot under the neck of the dead woman and flicked her free.

The victorious spy fell back in pain, she clutched her sides, exhausted and hurt she felt like crying out in pain but refused, still still had to get the last vital piece of Intel.  She pulled herself along the floor until she found the Escrima stick and used it as a brace to get to her feet.

Michelle got the last of the data and then fell against the stair railing and she gingerly descended the steps she had won, but as she listened to her body, she wondered at what cost the victory had been purchased.

Claire Baxter Productions - Scene Four

 ‘Well this certainly puts the pigeon, me, among the cats, everyone else,’ Claire said as she read the brief note about the next fantasy.  ‘Great clothes, bad outcome for me,’ she added.  

She had to make preparations so she made her character as real as she could for him.  She exited her suite at the time the instructions said and the car for her was waiting, the chauffeur opened the door and she entered gracefully.  The view along the coast was nice, but Claire aka Tracy Dunhill had her plan in mind as the car came to a stop in front of a cafe.  ‘

‘Here we go,’ she said as three men rushed at the car, one to accost her driver, the other two for her.  ‘Time for action,no shrinking violet here,’ she added.  

Claire let one of her kidnappers open the door just a touch before slamming her leg against it, accelerating the motion, the resulting collision sending him flying over backwards.  She nipped out of the car smartly, one hand holding her fur about while she spun round and delivered a kick to the side of his head finishing him off, a graceful turn of her ankle in heels left in facing the other man on the opposite side of the car.  

Without losing a second Tracy moved forward towards the side of the car and into the air sliding across the roof of the limo her legs scissoring the other attacker about the neck, her torso then snapping over spinning him up and over hard the ground below where she landed, her heels on either side of his head.  She gave a turn of her body to see how her driver was doing and in the process snapping his neck, the motion so smooth and natural she never broke stride as she headed to his aid.  It was then she saw Jaden coming to help her driver a bemused smile crossing her face. ‘Sorry darling but the story has been updated a bit, I’m not a helpless woman,’ she thought as she came upon the struggle.  A quick cock and strike of her leg, at full extension settled the matter, her heel point striking his forehead dead centre, the resulting force snapping him back and over himself, his still body bounced several times off the tarmac before settling. 

‘Are you alright,’ she said to her chauffeur.  When he acknowledged he was she guided him back to the limo then returned to talk to Jaden.  

‘Thanks for jumping in, not many people would,’ she said clutching her fur.

‘You seem to not need me, you handle yourself very well.’

‘Oh that, it happens all the time to me. Makes life exciting don’t you think, the danger, the thrills,’ she said in a sultry sexy voice, trying best to play the original part. ‘I refuse to play the helpless female, I can handle myself as you can see.’

‘That you can,’ he said looking at her.

‘Still it was gallant of you to step in,’ Claire said, taking his arm and for that I should thank you. I’m giving a small party at my villa on the weekend. I'd like you to be my guest, perhaps we can get to know each other better,’ she smiled, making his knees weak.

‘That’s where I know you from, you’re Tracy Dunhill, the heiress, the one they call the billion dollar baby, the madcap heiress,’ he said.

‘Press, always looking to sensationalize. Yes, I do have my wild side, but I’m more than that, perhaps you’ll let me show you.  I know, let’s have a drink together, do you know a place?  That way we can start to know each other, so the party will not be so awkward, what do you say,’ Claire said, pulling in close on his arm, her lips inches from his.

He agreed as she knew he would, she had that effect on all males who fell into her orbit. 

‘I live just around the corner,’ he offered.

‘Your a man of action, I like that, makes things exciting,’ she enthused.  ‘Lead the way.’

They walked and talked, Claire (Tracey) keeping close on his arm fanning the flames.  When they got to his place she let him lead the way then she made her entrance. Admittedly, beige was not her best colour, but she compensated with her assets.  Claire made a show of her legs as she stepped then an elegant twirl of her as she sat down, her legs crossing as she moved, a dance that caught his eye. She had the moment and was not about to let it go.

‘What do you like to do for fun Jaden?’ she asked.

‘Well mostly, I don’t know, I kind of immerse myself in my work,’ he stammered a bit. 

‘Oh,’ Claire (Tracey) said with a slight frown and disappointment trailing at the end of the sentence. ‘I attend to my work, investments and sort, but I really enjoy my yoga, I do hot yoga, we could try it sometime, fascinating effect on the body, makes one extremely loose and well much more pliant I find,’ she said, her eyes dancing at him. I also enjoy swimming, so many secluded coves and such around her, of course my place has several private such areas. Gliding through the blue clear water, sunlight bouncing off the sandy bottom, everything alive around you, very exhilarating.  You know what, forgot about the party,’ she started to say and he looked disappointed.  ‘Oh no, we’ll still attend that, I want everyone to see and be jealous of my date,’ she added a hungry look forming on her face as she leaned toward him.  Pack a bag, bring trunks and some other clothes,’ her voice stopping for just a heartbeat before adding. ‘Whatever you think necessary, we can do those things and more. I can hardly wait,’ Claire added as she got up to leave, not letting answer. I’m going to start making plans right away, the anticipation is almost too much.  Here’s my address and personal number,’ she said at his door. 

Claire had stayed pretty well to the story, at least this scene, but she was not a spy for the conventional.  She leaned forward and softly kissed his lips for a few seconds, her mouth opening just a fraction before sliding around his a final time and parting.  She left him with that promise.  

***

‘Now comes the hard part, as far as Claire/Tracey is concerned,’ she said after she’d changed into her evening gown.  The party was going full bore in the next room, she had checked the quests on the security camera, she of course knew none of them, all friends of Jaden’s she assumed along with perhaps one or two opposite number agents mixed in, Claire tried to pick her out and settled on several women.What she could not figure out was what their role was in the story as this one was basically a solo female story.  Claire needed to change the story and she had an excellent idea of how to.  

'But first I need to prepare,’ she said opening her jewelry box and smiling as she retrieved her lipstick

She flipped open the top of her ring giving her a mirror to coat her lips perfectly.  The right presentation helped with the allure and set the tone.  ‘You want to set the tone, make your lips irresistible, so that they must be kissed,’ she thought as she coursed the tip around her lips making a perfect pass the first time, years of experience showing.

‘There, ready for my entrance and exit,’ she smiled, replacing the lipstick in her case closing the top and moving to the door, a quick check and smoothing of her gown and she breezed into the room.

She found Jaden in the spell of an attractive woman, Claire had guessed correctly who the opposite agent was.  She moved in to save him before things took a turn against her .

‘There you are. Wonderful,’ she said hooking her arm into his and turning him away, a smile crossing her lips as her face met that of the other woman.  ‘My party, my rules,’ she added then delivered her kiss for all to see.

‘How was that darling?’ she added as he tried to catch his breath.

Claire took him by the hand and led him towards the curving upward staircase, a smile crossing her lips before she turned on the landing and addressed the partygoers.  ‘Everyone enjoy yourself, the night is young, you have the run of the place except for my bedroom, find your own,’ she added to laughter then went up the stairs sure eyes were boring into her. 

 

Her dress flowed perfectly on her body, clinging to all the right places, classic styles never failed to deliver. She closed the bedroom door and slipped into her arms for another kiss.

‘I gave you a double dose of my poisonous lipstick, you should be dead!’ Claire said with a wry smile and a small laugh. ‘Oh, don’t worry I did nothing of the kind, that was all for show, to get certain parties interested. They expect it to play out as the show did, I was never a fan of sticking to the script, besides, I like being the good girl, despite lies to the contrary, we do have just as much fun,’ she added reaching behind and unzipping her dress.  

The duo, after Claire undressing him, slipped into bed.

‘Let’s see if my lipstick can penetrate another area,’ she smiled and slithered down his body.  ‘I can see I have your full attention, yes, very full,’ she said pleasure coursing in her voice as she climbed up his body straddling him, his rod’s stiff tip skimming along her skin, between her breasts, down her smooth hard stomach, the hairs of her bush igniting lightning flashes inside him before she undulation her hips downward slowly and perfectly caught his tip in her wet button, hold it lightly as she swished side to side a hungry look on her face.  

‘Sorry to interrupt Mr. Triment but she means to kill you, oh not with poisonous lipstick as I thought, although it does involve a second set up lips,’ the woman said as she motioned Claire to climb off him which she did an annoyed look on her face.

‘Pity we were just about to get to know each other better,’ Claire smiled and gave him a soft kiss as she moved.  

‘My assistant, Wen Yu Rang,’ Jaden said with disappointment and a mix of curiosity in his voice. ‘What do you mean?’

‘When I saw her kiss you downstairs I knew something was up. She would have never killed you in public.  A kiss is an intimate kill, am I night right,’ she said looking at Claire who smiled.  ‘I take that as a yes. Then it came to me, another set of lips, more intimate, but just, perhaps even more lethal, an Octopus Pot, a Kunoichi technique.  Different set of lips, same result.  Once she slipped around you, she’d grip your member and slowly squeeze, you’re helpless to the trap, can’t pull out, can’t fight her off, the Octopus Pot quickly immobilized your appendages.  I’m told it only takes 5 minutes to finish off an opponent, lucky I came when I did and you didn’t sir,’ Wen explained.

‘Don’t listen to her baby, if I’d wanted to kill you I would have used the Octopus Pot on you the other night.  Besides, it only takes three minutes to kill an opponent if you know what you’re doing,’ Claire smiled.

Wen walked over to the console entertainment centre slid back the top and pushed a sequence of buttons activating the secret door inside.  She reached in and pulled out a Flash drive.  Cleaver and ironic, old and new, one would never suspect.  I knew you would waste no time getting it Miss Baxter, yes fun and games are over, now it's the real world and there are no second takes.’

Claire slipped out of the sheets, her nude alive form seeming to flow into a standing position.  

‘Stay where you are darling, she’s more my speed,’ Claire said as she stepped toward the end of the bed.  

‘Perhap a little mood music,’ Wen said and to set the scene,’ she added, turning on the stereo then reaching both hands into her bun.

Claire watched the hair pins come out and with a snap Wen’s fingers be transformed.  

‘I came prepared to the party as you can see, traditional Chinese Fighting Fans, razor sharp blades. I shall enjoy slicing you to pieces’

Claire took her place about ten feet from Wen, her posture loose and flowing as she shook her limbs out tilted her head shoulder to shoulder.

Wen closed the fans then opened then with a flash of light waving them about in fluid menacing cutting strokes before she closed them again and advanced toward Claire, the fans held like ice picks as she tumbled them over her fingers much as a baton twirler does.

Suddenly the fans snapped open and cut through the air towards Claire who shifted her torso left then right as the blades whizzed past her. Wen closed them as her arms came back to her sides just as Claire snapped a punch that connected to Wen’s head rocking her back.

‘There only as good as the person using them,’ Claire quipped as Wen recovered and the two circled each other.  

Wen open the fan as it dashed towards Claire’s knee.  She pulled the leg back and up over top her back as her head lowered forward avoiding a second thrust from the other hand.  Claire’s momentum carried her foot over top of her head, the bottom of her foot hitting Wen square on the forehead and driving her back, her arms flailing at her sides as she tried to keep her balance.  Claire took a few running steps and launched herself into the air.

‘AAAAAH!’ she screamed as her extended leg smashed into the chest of Wen driving her into the wall on the far side of the bedroom and off again back toward her.  Claire grabbed Wen’s wrists and turned them forcing the fans from her hands. A pirouette and a fall backward send Wen overtop of her, Claire’s long extended leg pressed into the sternum to flip her high into the air.  The Head of FORCE went with the motion executing a backward somersault,coming to her feet and securing Wen’s head in between her ankles.

‘I’m not a fan of long goodbye’s,’ she smiled and turned her hips violently, finishing the woman. ‘Well that killed the mood,’ she added and on that note I think it's time we stopped playing this game of yours, clearly they have,’ Claire said pointing at the dead body.  

‘But there are more scenarios,’he explained.

‘Sounds like fun, for you, but not me.  I have what I came for and as far as I’m concerned I’ve earned it.  I count three or four more agents down there, who knows how many more you invited, care to tell?  I know I’m the only good girl, but there sure seem to be a lot of bad ones about and in case you didn’t realize, you no longer control the game, they do.  You heard her, both of us were targets, you’re just lucky I’m around to save your ass, but even a good girl has her limits and I’m at the end of mine, or did you always plan it that way.  I’ve got a feeling it was always me against everyone else?’

‘I didn’t really think about it.’ he finally answered.

‘Didn’t think so. Glad I did,’ she said picking up the Flash drive.  

‘What do you mean that data is safe.’ he stated.

‘Never leave a spy and her clutch alone with a computer.  Remember my shoes and I told you a spy girl can;t reveal all her secrets, well, I lied, which if you think about it is also something a spy does, so here’s another secret, the heel of that shoe I told you, contained a Flash drive while my compact uplinks to our mainframe.  We have enough data on you that we had created a program with a series of passwords likely to be used by you and what do you know one hit and all your secrets were mine, won fair and square. All in a spy days work and just like the movies, you should be happy, I know I am and that would make two, as for the other loser agents, I don’t think they’re going to take this well.  Let's face it, you need me.  See we are going to work together.’

His mind ran the possible outcomes and could come up with nothing but what Claire had said.

‘When you're ready we have to leave the island, the games are over,’ Claire said as she went to a closet, took out a wetsuit for herself and tossed him one.  ‘Easy to find on an island and well we’ve been together twice so I know your size perfectly,’ she smiled.  ‘Come on get changed we have a long swim ahead of us.’

‘So there are four more agents that you invited, it's a sure bet they’ll be waiting by your yacht, the one that brought me here, it's the only way off, hence the swim to the boat.  From here it's 2.1 km, not hard and you're in very good shape,’Claire said, giving him a smile and a backwards glance as they moved down the dark path to the water and in she hooking a line to their belts to keep them together.  ‘One final thing, this is my game, I have the experience, you do what I say when I say, clear!’ she said and he nodded.  Claire gave a small kiss, they pulled down their swim goggles and began.  

Claire kept her pace and tempo high, Jaden worked a little harder to keep up, but did quite well.  They came within sight of the yacht 30 minutes later. Claire pulled up and trended water while she explained.

‘We change our stroke from here on in, just watch me as we go to get the idea, arms and legs always below the water line, so no splashing.  When we get to the pier you will wait in the water tight against the wall, no noise, understand, I will come and get you when I take care of the others. If I don’t come back, swim away and try to find some other means off the island, understand!’ the spy said. 

He wanted to say something, like he could help or two were better than one, but he knew deep down, that was wrong, he’d just be in the way, that hurt his ego a bit, but he took it, knowing his life was in her hands and that she was the right person for the job.  They started in, Claire watching him swim until he got it.  

They pressed up against the pier, not by a ladder, but in the darkest part Claire could find.  She didn’t look back or say anything to him, instead she felt for a purchase, a rough edge, anything that could help propel her upward the seven feet to the concrete surface.  After a few attempts she started up silently slipping from the water like a black snake.

The sexy spy pulled herself to eye height and looked about,  Across the way from her, about to feet away was a storage box, big enough to crouch behind and not be seen, she across the way and behind it in a flash. Claire listened intently, separating sounds in natural and unnatural, eliminating the distracting noises, her mind a constant shifting and adjusting equaliser until she honed in on the sound of padded feet, barely audible to the average person, but clear and present and getting closer in her mind.  She poised her body, her legs ready to leap into action, muscles activating for the task.  The figure went right past her, hardly a foot between them, but the striking cobra Claire closed that gap instantly!  The fingers of both hands found certain points on the Females neck, Claire’s pressure did the rest as the agent slumped and Claire pulled her behind the storage box without a sound being made.

‘One down,’ she said and with cat-like tread moved down the dock toward the yacht, pausing to pick up a paddle lying next to a paddle board and moved silently on, chasing into the shadows to keep from being seen.  

The problem now became the remaining agents, two of which she could see, but they were far apart from each other, but still within sight of each other, taking out one without alerting the other was going to be impossible, but her job was to make the impossible happen.  The silent spy slipped from the darkness and advanced.  She brought the paddle up and level with her hips when the woman turned around and yelled, her partner was immediately on her way making Claire’s task that much more urgent.  

The blade end slammed quickly into the left calf of the woman the whirled about and sliced in the right, the sharp thin blow causing the woman to collaspe to her knees where Claire’s neoprene wrapped thighs seized her head and twisted, a loud crack breaking across the water.  

There was no time to celebrate. The second agent was on her in a flash, she having picked up a paddle now matched Claire in weaponry.  The sparring began instantly, Claire’s opposite number extending the paddle to its full length as she swung across Caire’s torso, the spy arching back to miss the blow, the blade whistling fractions of a centimetre from her chest.  The woman spun with the blade and came again with the same strike moving forward. Claire rolled to one side and down to the cement floor her legs shooting out and catching one of her opponents legs. She twisted and took the woman down catching her other leg along the way in a triangle.  Claire pushed her leg forward as the woman screamed in pain then released and got to her feet waiting for the other to get to hers.

‘You’ll need surgery to fix that, go on limp away to fight another day while you still can,’ Claire stated a clear nastiness in her voice.  

The woman went to pick up her paddle, Claire stepped on the end then snapped a kick up her body sending the female over top of herself as she crashed hard to the cement.  

‘Last chance, don’t be stupid,’ Claire offered.  

Claire didn’t expect her to leave and she wasn’t disappointed, the woman fought to her feet and moved slowly, clearly on the defensive she was looking for an opening, a mistake that she could use to even the odds.  She watched Claire dance about, employing a variant of Jeet Kune Do forcing her to move about on her injured leg.

A fake thrust to the damaged leg was defended only to have Claire deliver a spinning back heel kick to her head, tumbling the agent backward, this was followed by another. Claire advanced forward snapping a punch to the woman’s head then spun low and took the legs out front under her. Like a top, Claire spun up onto her feet, circled around to the top of the woman’s head and pulled her up.  A quick sharp strike to her throat and Claire released her, walking away, she heard the thump of her lifeless body on the concrete.  

‘Everything is clear, come on up,’ Claire said her face peering over the edge of the wharf, her hand extended to help him up.  ‘I trust you know how to pilot this, because if you don’t, I can.’

‘Of course you do, you can do anything,’ he said.

‘Don’t get pouty on me or think you’re emasculated, this is years of training and study,’ she said, taking his hand for reassurance.

‘I’ll start it up then when ready you do the lines,’ he said, feeling a little better.

Everything went as planned, Claire came to the bridge.  She picked up the SAT phone and entered a code, waited and then a number.  ‘Mission completed, we need pick up.  Ok let me look at the chart,’ she said before going to the map table and tracing out the coordinates until she found the spot.  Based on where we are and current speed, about 15 hours to that point.  Great, give me the exact position so I can set up the GPS.’

She wrote the info and passed it over for Jaden to enter into the yacht's GPS and engage it then ended the call.

‘Autopilot is engaged,’ he said.

‘That leaves us with fifteen hours to kill,’ Claire smiled. ‘I know what I want,’ she added then continued as she saw him smiling. ‘Well that for certain, but I need a shower and some food, first things first.’

He escorted her below deck, showing her about, they ate a meal, then he took her to the bedroom.

Claire walked about, took a step up to the bed and sat down.  ‘Looks like I’ll have to bring my A game. But before that I really need to clean myself up.’

He showed her where her bathroom was, appointed as well as any luxury hotel would have.  Claire closed the door and locked it and looked in the mirror.  ‘You can come out now,’ she said, turning around and propping herself up on the vanity.

‘A beautiful woman about 25 emerged from behind a wall panel and smiled. 

‘Glad you’re here, we need to talk. I give you credit for playing the spy movie theme to the end, although kind of a Janice Bourne, in this case, Claire said as the woman made a motion to advance.  ‘Just a minute, if you don’t mind, I’d like to call a truce to show you something if I may.  

The woman only knew Claire by reputation, mostly the deadly side of that, but she also knew she had been fair at times on her missions and was not a breaker of her word.  

‘Alright,’ she answered.

‘Can I ask what your educational background is and your name if you don’t mind, first name is fine, true or a fake one, just so we’re civil?’ Claire asked.

‘I have a Masters in Chemistry, my name is Linda.’

‘Oh thank goodness. I think I understand some of this, mostly the writing, but I need another opinion.  Do you want to or should I,’ Claire said pointing to the zipper in her wetsuit.

Linda could certainly see where Claire got her reputation from, she was cool and sexy and knew just how to flirt and well since they were under a truce, Linda could not resist doing the task herself.  She stepped closer, reached out a hand, grasped the zipper and slowly, very slowly, she pulled it down up and over the hump of Claire’s breasts then down the other side and unto her stomach.  The two locked eyes as Linda’s hand slid further down until Claire gently touched it with her hand.  

‘Its inside, if you care to look,’ was all the FORCE agent said.

Linda reached in, her fingers tenderly parting the cleavage and removing a flash drive. A second probe, more extensive, not that Claire ot Linda minded took place.

‘Warmer,’ Claire said, ‘Colder, oh colder still, but somehow warmer for me. Oh yes warmer, very warm, red hot, there you have it,’ she added as Linda removed Claire’s compact. ‘If I may,’ Claire said and connected the flash drive to the compact. A screen appeared and Claire entered a code, placed the compact on the counter and watched as the mirror reflected the small screen onto the 

far wall of the bathroom.  ‘You can swipe across the screen or run your finger around the edge to advance the data,’ she said as Linda read and scanned, doing as \claire had instructed. ‘I need to take a shower and get ready, take all the time you want.’

Linda went through the data, the more she saw the more she didn’t like which confused her.  ‘Why would she be showing this to me, what’s the trick or trap I’m falling into her.  Her mind gave that as much heed as she gave to the data, so much so she jumped a little when Claire came beside her and asked.

‘So this is what I got from it and my background is as far away from hard science as you can get.’  Seeing Linda’s reaction she smiled.  ‘Its ok I don’t bite, at least not right away,’ she added.

That both thrilled and worried Linda, she however managed to gather herself together.

‘This isn’t what he makes it out to be at all, it all looks good on the surface, but if you look deeply into the science these plans mutate or don’t,’ she said shaking her head at an unpredictable percentage.’

‘But everything mutates, even humans, we’ve changed in 200,000 years,’ Claire said.

‘Yes, but our rate of change is slow and constant, like losing the tailbone, we still have a coccyx, but it took millions of years to get it to this point, same with the baby finger, its slowly getting smaller.  The thing with his ideas is the change is not predictable, one year great yield, next maybe nothing, maybe nothing for years, then back again.  That is only part of the worry, the other is cross pollination.  What will DNA remnants from one plant do to another and what the hell will it do to the insects carrying it.  This whole thing has disaster written all over it, well for you and I and most of the world but I suspect not for Mr. Triment,’ Linda explained.

Claire gave her the go on look.

‘Perhaps the cure is better business than the problem.  Think of it, along comes a corporation, says it can solve world hunger in five years and shows you how, what country isn’t going to sign on to that, especially food scarce countries, Africa and parts of Asia, Australia come to mind. China would leap at this as it would eliminate a major weakness for them, food importation.  He gets all the money he can ask for, uses it to infiltrate and consolidate power in those regions, then all of a sudden food collaspe.  What would you pay to eat, not starve to death, watch everyone around you die.  What would countries that didn’t use this pay to keep the peace in the world and violence for spilling across their borders.  The US and Mexico come to mind right off the top of my head.  Mr. Triment comes up with a magic cure, but only after things have nearly collapsed and no one has the resources to fight back.  I think you can see where this would end up.  But you knew that already didn’t you?’

‘I got to that conclusion, but I hoped I’d read the data wrong,’ Claire answered.

‘So where does that leave us, by that I mean you and me and the bigger picture of course.

Claire removed the Flash drive from the compact and slid it across the counter to Linda. ‘This one is your copy. This is too much for any one person or organization to have, if looked at from any side.  Each of us has the solution to a problem, we can either use it or not, knowing that the other has the solution to that problem.  I think that is the best outcome.’

‘Mr. Triment?’ Linda asked.

‘He likes his spy movies, why not continue the game, Janice Bourne?’ Claire smiled.  ‘You were on board all the time just waiting for the right moment.  You killed me, now you want to celebrate. I guarantee he will not say no to you.  How and when you chose to end the game, well that’s up to you,’ Claire smiled.

‘And our game?’ Linda asked.

‘The boat is on GPS to a rendezvous pick up point. That’s all they know, they have no idea of how many, No one will ask questions, we’ll be hurried into our own cabin and when we dock escorted off, taken to the airport and we leave.  No one will ever know or needs to know.’

‘And why should I trust you, after all, we don’t exactly see eye to eye,’ Linda asked.

‘Because you know deep down you can,’ Claire answered.  

***

‘Where’s Miss Baxter?’ he said in a surprised and worried voice.

‘Miss Baxter will not be joining us, seems amongst her many skills is not counting, she forgot one agent, me.  But don’t worry my fight was with her, not you, after all we are still playing deadly female spies aren’t we?’ Linda said in a sexy voice as she leaned against the door frame of the bathroom wearing only a towel.  ‘And it appears I’m the last female standing, doesn’t that entitle me to some kind of prize?’ she said removing the towel from her head then walking toward him the other towel dropping from her nude and predatory form as she closed the distance to entwine him in her arms.  ‘I can assure whatever Miss Baxter did to you is nothing compared to what you’ll get from me!’

***

‘This is where we part company Linda. I wish I could say it wasn’t, you're an exceptional woman,’ Claire said as they called her flight.

‘From time to time I’m sure we will or could run into each other. We do work well together, in all aspects,’ she smiled.  

‘I look forward to those chance encounters,’ Claire smiled back, the tone of her voice taken by the other. ‘And yes, we do work well together.’  Claire gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned and walked away.  ‘We most certainly do work well together,’ she thought, a smile crossing her face in spite of herself.