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Seventh Dance

‘Even the building looks dull,’ Julie Low sighed as she walked inside the lobby, a drab series of brown tile

shades only reinforced her statement, not even a few potted plants could help the dullness lift.  ‘I suppose

it's the perfect cover, after all an assassin would probably die of boredom before getting to their target or

have trouble finding them in all the drab colour schemes she saw walking about.  ‘Someone needs to tell

these people there are other colours beside earth ones,’ she thought.  

'I wonder if his colleagues even suspect what he does on the side.  Probably not, to keep this well hidden he must be good or he has something so that balances the ledger, perhaps even tilts it in his favour.  Accounting humour 101,’ she added as the elevator opened and she got on with other people, each participant either punching their floor number as they passed in or asking for someone to do it. She was first in and at the back asked for a number, her eyes scanning about.  ‘Always be aware.’  She remembered that from her training and updates to it, but this was her first real mission, she was both nervous and thrilled, not a good combination.  

Off at the 16th floor she turned left and headed down the hall passing, what else, brown wood doors along the way on either side.  ‘This whole place is a 1950’s time capsule, frozen in amber, if the amber was brown.’

She reached the door, Halloway/Greting and Partners, Chartered Accounts.  She pulled it open and inside entered the reception area, again in need of an update to something from this century and greeted the receptionist with her fake name.  Sarah Highland, Bering Sea Containers, I have an appointment with Mr. Rawson,’ she said with a smile on her face that gave the area a much needed boost of light.  

The receptionist, an older woman in her late 50’s or early 60’s picked up the phone then carefully entered the extension as she eyed the woman.  

‘He’ll be out in a moment, have a seat if you wish,’ she answered in a flat voice.  

She decided to stand, but picked her spot, away from the door so when he appeared he got the complete picture as would she.  His eyes met the backside of her tight black leather pants, his greeting turned her around, but she did it slowly for his benefit.  She could tell instantly he was not disappointed and neither was she at what she looked at.  He was younger than her by some, fit with a handsome but not hard chiselled face, brown eyes, what she called autumnal coloured brown hair with dashes of lighter hues mixed, a little above six feet in height.  She smiled as he called her name, her hand forward for a firm and pleasant handshake. From there she was taken inside the office and guided to a corner office, smaller than she expected, but still a corner office.  She took note of his mannerisms as they went, polite, respectful, easy conversation and excellent manners as he let her enter first and held her chair for her.  Some people might have found it old-fashioned, even patriarchal, but she took it as good manners and nothing else.  

‘Good to put a face to a voice, I’m sorry I always find this part a little awkward, what do you prefer as an honourific?’ he asked.

‘You can call me Sarah if you want or should you feel it's too soon for that, Miss Highland.  Now it's my turn to ask that same question.’

‘I’m the informal type, Ramsey will be fine,’ he smiled.

‘Then it's only fair you call me Sarah.  There awkwardness out of the way,’ she smiled and looked about the room.  Diplomas and certificates of specialisation in certain areas filled the wall behind him along a few football pictures.  ‘You played football?’ she asked, getting up to look at the pictures closer as she walked around his desk.

‘Many years ago, wrecked my knee, that was it. Anyway it allowed me to pursue my dream of becoming an accountant rather than just another footballer,’ he laughed.  

‘Manchester United’s loss is my gain.  Never would have found you if you’d gone on to fame and fortune.  Funny how things turn out, what looks like disappointment turns into an opportunity. I suppose in some instances the other way round could be true as well,’ she said, staring at him in the team picture.  ‘Two way number 9, in behind the striker,’ she added, giving the picture then him a look.

‘How did you guess that?’ Ramsey asked,  surprise and something else in his voice.  

‘Your size, physique, demeanour, you understand the game, football and life.  You took a disappointment and made something of it, shows you understand attack and defence and how one can turn into the other.  You still play I suspect, Sunday League mostly for fitness.  I bet you can run  circles around the others, all midfielders have incredible stamina,’ she added then returned to her seat.  ‘I trust you have time to review the files and come up with a plan based on requirements we need,’ she said sitting down, one leather leg smoothly crossing over the other.  

He recovered quickly from the distraction and they dove into the business plan.  She was impressed with his analysis and suggestions, all of it would save the fake company a great deal of money.  Some of it was just this side of the law, but never over it.  His understanding of each country's tax laws, their trade partnership agreements, rules for capital expenditures, deferments and other areas was extremely impressive.  

‘I can see why you come highly recommended.  Your name should be on that door outside,’ she complimented.

‘Titles are not important to me,’ he responded. 

He’d said it for a reason, he wanted her to say the obvious question, she didn’t.  Instead she counter attacked.

‘You know what’s important to me? She said and waited until she knew it was off footed.  ‘Lunch. I passed a nice looking pub at the corner.  The Waterman, we should have lunch, say in an hour, meet me there.  I need to check in with my office, who knows, you may have to revise your plans.  The business plans I mean,’ she added looking embarrassed as was the goal.  

^^^

He found her in the crowded lunch time pub, their table in the back.  

‘I was right, I have some more data for you,’ she said, opening her hand.

‘No, no, I need to look at this here,’ she said.  ‘Plug it in and have a look.  I’ll get you a drink, I think you’ll need it.’

Ramsey read it all through, his face turning from red to white over the course of time.  He finished and pulled the stick out.

‘Now have a big drink and we can talk before you decide to run away.  But, I will warn you there is no place to run.  Oh, you can keep the stick, we have copies,’ she smiled.  

‘I suppose you’re here to kill me?’ he said, looking nervous.

‘If I was I wouldn’t be here, with all these people.  No, you really are confused, take another sip and I’ll explain, but if you decide to run, fine, just don’t go back to the office, she’ll be waiting, mostly because of me I’m sure.  

‘Whose she, Sarah?’ he asked, still not sure of his course of action.

‘My name is really Julie Low, honest.  Frankly I don’t know why the cover nobody knows me really.’

‘Don’t all spies have cover names for certain missions?’ he inquired.

‘Maybe, but I’m not a spy.  I mean I’ve been trained as one, have all the tools and tricks of the trade, but no, sorry to disappoint, I’m a tax specialist, like you.  I work for FORCE, but I assume you surmised that.  MBA in Finance, London School of Economics.  But, back to your question.  Your receptionist of course.  Bet she’s a temp, probably showed up in the last few days, flashes about the place, mostly your office, lots of trips the open door leans in when talking,’ Julie explained in a ticking off the boxes kind of way.

How do you know all this?’ he stammered.

‘Easy, I’m a Tax Specialist,’ she laughed.  ‘Seriously, It takes one to know one and that woman is way too attractive to be anything else.  Women like that aren’t temp receptionists, their way up the food chain from that and she’s lined you as her latest prey.  It’s lucky for you I showed up.  Another tigress in the jungle makes her work all the more difficult,’ Julie explained with a smile on her face.

‘Why not send a young beautiful woman, like in all the spy movies,’ he asked, 

Julie considered him for the moment thinking he might actually want that, like he was excited by the prospect.

‘Hate to disappoint you, but one, you're not James Bond or Matt Helm or even Maxwell Smart.  You're not a high value target in terms of that type of agent, who may have a harder time getting to you because and I know this is strange, but you might start to think what’s this young girl doing chasing me around, what does she want?  Your radar goes up, you get defensive and things don’t go to plan,  So, instead, they send an older woman, confident, she lets you know, in her own experienced way that only an older woman can do, that she’s fine financially, she just does this to keep active.  Maybe she mentions she does yoga, turns her ankle, wears age appropriate but still sexy clothing.  With her experience, she’s not even trying and she has you hooked, the rest is simple.  You think, well she can’t get pregnant, she has money, she knows her way around, why not.  The end result is you’re dead by whatever means she decides.  Older agents are older for a reason, they always win.  Tell me none or part of what I just said hasn’t happened?   

She waited.  ‘I take it your silence means I’m right.  

‘I did everything they asked, kept all the records and my tracks covered.  Before you ask, it was for the money, nothing else,’ he explained.

‘It sure wasn’t spent on clothes, that’s certain,’ Julie said.  ‘Anyway, that’s all out the window, she’s on to you now and if she is so will be others after she tells.  I’m afraid my cover blew it, she spotted me a mile away.  And before you ask, the simple answer is, it takes one to know one.  Anyway, you’ve been handed the Sir Alex extra time bonus, what do you want to do?  I’m just here to help or not, the choice is yours.’

‘There is no choice,’ he said.  

‘Not if you want to live,’ Julie answered.  ‘Now I assume you have all the records either on your laptop or stored in the cloud,’ she asked next and when he acknowledged she came round and slid next to him in the booth.  ‘Let’s get started then.

^^^

‘Our flight doesn’t leave until the morning.  I booked a hotel for the night,’ Julie said looking up from her phone.  ‘I just booked us a black cab, it will be here in a few minutes so drink up.’

‘We need to stop at my place so I can get some things.’

‘Not a chance sweetie, you’re a target now, not just from her, but others now that she will have alerted.  ‘Your in territory you don’t understand, lucky for you I do.  Let’s go.’

They were silent on the cab ride, not because she wanted to be, but because he was upset about not getting his way.  He still won’t come round even after she told him he would get all new clothes and when things settled down FORCE would recover his personal items.  

‘Why don’t you take a shower, maybe it will improve your mood?  I’ll make us something to eat, the fridge is fully stocked and a drink if you like.  Go on, you can be mad at me all you want, 

that’s ok, I can understand it, but if we’re going to share one of those beds or depending on your stamina,

both, then I want you clean.  Oh, did I forget to mention the perks,’ Julie said coyly, putting down a bottle

coming round the breakfast bar and slipping into his arms.  ‘I told you earlier I was fully trained,’ she

smiled then took his mouth, her tongue toying and teasing inside as her head turned side to side just

long enough to feel his interest swelling below.  

‘I won't be long,’ he said in an anxious voice

‘It appears my kiss steamed your lips open or was it my tongue?’ she smiled, pulling his ear to her lips. ‘No you won’t long, no man ever is in my mouth,’ her hot breath scolding him as her tongue flicked about.  

He emerged even quicker than she expected wearing one of the bathrobes the hotel provided, she was next a trailing hand across his hips snagged for a second on his protruding member, she gave it a little extra attention as she walked by, picked up her bag and disappeared.  

Julie took her time, she wanted to be perfect and part of her just wanted to tease him a little. When she finally emerged and leaned against the frame his eyes lit up, he got up from the edge of the bed, opened his robe and moved toward her,

‘Easy there tiger, we have all night,’ she hummed, slinking into his arms, hers about his neck allowing

her to pull him close.  ‘I see no encouragement is needed,’ she smiled and added. ‘Well, maybe a little,’

as they kissed, their bodies coming together even more, Julie tilting and swirling her paradise about his

stem, making it even stiffer if that was possible, before she pulled away.  ‘Where is that drink, we should

toast our victory before we celebrate,’ she teased as turned her back on him and walked to the breakfast

bar, her ass shishing as she went.

‘Oh, I see, this was supposed to be a threesome all along.  Well count me in, you know what they say, two's company, three’s much more fun,’ Julie smiled as she looked at the receptionist by the suite's door. 

‘I’d ask how you found us but I don’t ask questions I know the answers to. Pity, we could have had a wonderful time together sweetie,’ she said, kissing him once more.  ‘Almost as good a time as I had last night,’ Julie said as she slipped her arms off him and walked over to the woman. 

‘I couldn’t have said it better myself,’ the receptionist said as they exchanged a light kiss.  ‘He looks a little confused,’ she added.

‘No doubt.  You see, Ramsey, Miss Stirling and I met several days ago.  Remember when I told you it takes one to know one.  She’s a retired agent, and older woman, remember I said that also.  Not a happy retirement either, especially when you're told at 50 you no longer have it for the field or the bedroom and are let go.  She takes contracts for a fee now, certain agencies use her talents when they don’t want to risk their own talent or don’t think it's worth their time to.  Personally, I think it's time very well spent.  She was contracted to terminate you, a task easily accomplished as you can see by my actions.  Don’t worry sweetie you’ll be able to move in a while.  My bodice is rather scratchy, a few simple rubs about your manhood injected my paralysing serum.  Anyway, I proposed an alternative, one that pays so much better.  We each get the data, Miriam, Miss Sterling has already negotiated a bonus deal for that from Trident on top of her fee for you.  But as an added bonus, she has drained all your bank accounts, both here and offshore.’

Julie walked over and took the second drink and brought it back to Miriam as they clinked glasses and took a sip.  

‘Would you unzip me please,’ Miriam requested.  

Julie took the drinks, set them done and moved behind the woman then slowly unzipped her dress as they stared at him.

‘You believed everything I told you, that was a foolish mistake.  I’d been here a few days before, been to your office, met Miriam, we each knew the other instantly, met and came up with this plan.  She told me she didn’t trust you even of your plan to run off with her and all the money from the offshore accounts.  She knew that would be her death sentence.  We just replaced your plan with ours, so instead of you two killing me, well,  the death sentence remains; it's just been transferred to you instead of her, which you planned all along. When I met you I didn’t trust you either.  Money over title, who wants that, one brings the other without all the hard work all the time.  Then when I described all the tricks Miriam would play to get you wrapped around her finger you never looked embarrassed or incredulous like most men would have.  You much too willingly gave up your phone, allowing me not only access to the files I needed, but I suspected you had planted a tracking program in your phone to contact Miriam to let her know our location.  Congratulations, it worked,’ Julie said as she finished with the zipper and pulled it off the shoulders where Miriam took over and slid it off.

‘My, my, why did they ever let you retire?’ she breathed, giving a soft kiss to the shoulder before leaving to put on her clothes.

‘Goodbye sweetie,’ Julie said, giving him a soft kiss.  Don’t worry you're in deadly hands among other parts.

Yoga can be bad for your health

Yoga is about mind and body together, perfection of it is when the two merge to become one,

the senses becoming more than their sum.  Layton Hemmings had been pursuing it since

she was a young teenager.  She was still doing so, being a FORCE agent had allowed that

pursuit a rapid acceleration.  The cool morning air allowed her body and mind to breathe. 

She always practiced in the nude, even in cold weather, several teachers had told her it

brought the two forces together, one lending the other strength so balance was achieved.  

Layton never thought about her positions, she just moved, the key was flow, smooth transitions,

letting the adjustment from one position to the other be just as mindful as the end result.  Her

body slowly unfolded itself, like a flower in the morning light.  She turned herself to the sun and

reached for it, her lithe body stretching up, ever upward to the light while remaining rooted in the

ground.  Her Eagle Claw Headstand was as graceful unfolding as an eagle soaring in the sky.

Layton made it look effortless, her sinuous form, still and sumptuous so that even the flowers

paled in comparison.  

She went into deep meditation, her breathing controlled and sparse, her form motionless, likethat of a snake just before it strikes.  

The suppressed HK M13 fired two shots, both hitting their target.  Layton unravelled her coiled

form, slowly lowered her legs in front of her, then raised her torso, picking up the gun as she came up.

‘People always assume that meditation blocks out the outside world, that you become inwardly

focused so much that you aren’t aware of your surroundings any longer.  Well, that as you can

see and more importantly, in your case, feel TRIDENT agent is false,’ Layton offered as she

walked toward him, her foot stepping on his gun just as he was about to grab it.  ‘Oh no, you had

your chance and blew it,’ she added, sweeping his pistol away as he lay on the ground both his

knees blown away from her weapon.

‘I don’t like my workout routine interrupted as you can tell.  Normally, I forgive and forget, but

there are always exceptions and TRIDENT is one.  I could hear you coming a long way off. 

The deeper I go into myself the more of the outside world I hear and become part of, you never

had a chance, you just thought you did.  You would have had a better chance taking me any

other time and it would have been more interesting, same ending, but more interesting and surely

more intimate, but not to be.  So here we are, My meditation is ruined, your knees are gone, I have

a flight to catch to continue my mission, you can’t escape, killing you with my yoga is out of the

question, you’re a mess, so that just leaves this,’ Layton said putting the suppressor against his

forehead and pulling the trigger.  

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Sixth Dance

‘Well this is a tab embarrassing,’ Stacy Turner said as he walked into the

middle of her performance.  

The man hesitated for a moment, but did not withdraw from the suite.  Stacy watched him search for words as his eyes stayed transfixed on the two naked female bodies seething on the floor.  Stacy didn’t blame for staring, if all their circumstances were reversed she probably would have done the same thing, but just for a second, then she would have tried to separate her two fictitious males with her naked form, but that was her and training helped.  She knew by his reaction he had none, but she could also tell from his reaction he was most definitely aroused, and quickly.  

'I had hoped to finish her before you got here, but she’s proving stubborn, she has a hard shell coating, a suspect from the bath she was taking when I got here, a prelude to a poisonous body lotion to kill you with during sex, I suspect.  I just need to work on her to crack the shell then my powder can go to work.’

‘Don’t listen to her, she is a FORCE agent sent to kill you!  We intercepted the coed message and I was sent to stop her.  If she kills me, you’ll be next, kill her now!, the other said in a panic.

‘Oh, you’re only saying that because you're losing,’ Stacy honeyed.

He was mesmerised by the scene, two naked women entangled in a dance of death only one would win.  The one who spoke to him was winning, her body held the other woman, a much bigger opponent, but firm and strong, her tensing muscles showing she was fit and taut.  The duo shuddered and twisted on the form, like two coiling snakes.  The bigger woman twisted to escape, her powerful form trying to countersink herself into the other, it was then he recognized her.

She was the Admin for The Director of Planning, Namitha Kapoor was her name.  He remembered it was always rumoured she was a little more than that, now it appeared to be so, but what was she doing here and what of this other woman?  He needed to think but he was lost in the erotic contest before him.  

Stacy Turner saw the look on his face out of the corner of her eye.  He clearly knew her.  Stacy explained the situation quickly as Namitha rested, she was not sure he believed it or even heard all she said, so fascinated with the scene playing out.  

‘I need something from you?’ she said as she worked her form around the Admin. then twisted her.  ‘This should stretch and strain your shell honey.  ‘I need you to kiss me,’ she smiled at him.  ‘For luck and for energy.’

‘Don’t do it, she’s probably wearing poisonous lipstick, I told you she was sent to kill you, I was sent to stop her,’ Namitha exclaimed.

‘That argument again?  I admit that is a possibility you need to consider, but I can help you come to a decision,‘ Stacy explained.

Stacy seized the opportunity and kissed Namitha, just a peck at first, then another.  Namitha had no reaction.

‘No drugged lipstick, just my regular soft coral shade,’ Tracy explained.  ‘Care for another taste, I thought so.’

Stacy pecked and touched and delivered kiss after kiss as he watched, his cock throbbing in his pants.  The FORCE woman used the intimate moment to contract certain parts of her opponent's form.

‘Come kiss me, it will give you a taste for later when it’s just the two of us,’ Stacy soothed.  

He did as requested, how could he refuse.  In truth he would have liked to have kissed both of them, Namitha perhaps more given her situation, fantasies exploding inside his head about how she would use her lips to entice him into freeing her or holding his lips to hers to arouse her nemesis into making a mistake, still another part of him wanted to be the prey caught in between these two sexy predators, feeling every move of their soft forms, being swallowed in their sinuous flexibility as consumed him.  His cock beat harder.

‘Mmm, nice,’ Stacy purred.  ‘That was just what I needed,’ she added with a smile crossing her lips in a hungry way.  ‘You should get comfortable, we’ve been at this for a while and will be for some time, your would be assassin is a hard nut to crack, so to speak, but she’s trapped, no matter how she struggles, what wiles she employs, how she sways and slithers against me, my body is silk and steel and as flexible as a python as you can see and she can feel.’

Without realising it he had started to remove his clothes.  Stacy’s talk, body and kiss hypnotising him.  During that time he watched her work, the long sloping curve of her calves, round firm thighs, tensing, contracting, searching columns of strength and alluring beauty as they slipped deeper into her opponent.  The strong back and arms, firm breasts, hard pink nipples, magnificent thick highlighted hair. 

Stacy concentrated on Namitha, but she could feel his eyes on her, she knew she had him, but the female was proving harder to seduce, but not impossible.  Stacy wetted Namitha’s ear with her tongue, her hot breath and steaming passion a very effective lock pick.  

He watched in ecstasy as Stacy heated up his assassin, her mouth slipping around the neck of the captivated woman for bites and slakes of her tongue.  He watched as Stacy moved to Namitha’s mouth and they kissed, his hand unconsciously falling between his legs.  Stacy slightly shifted her body, he watched her delicate movements, his hand slowly stroking his member.  He knew something was coming, but she was clearly not in a hurry.  She slowed her kisses and worked, so did his hand.  

Stacy lashed her body taking Namitha with her as he watched in shock at her speed and grace as her body entangled and held his assassin in a 69 her head secured between her legs.  Stacy had positioned them so he could watch her work.  She smiled at him and lowered her head.

A low moan filled the room as Stacy worked her tongue inside as he worked his wand.  Namitha writhed and bucked, succumbing in seconds as Stacy pulled away and smiled.  

‘That’s better honey, I felt your shell crack a little, amazing what a tongue can accomplish. Enjoy your orgasms, they are your undoing, as you move I contract and your wide fits of pleasure add further strain to your defensive barrier.  Shall both of us continue,’ Stacy ended and looked at him.

Stacy unlocked her opponent with little trouble, her body tightening with every squirm and sway of her opponent. The woman administered her several more pleasurings before she surfaced.

‘There, your shell is fractured in multiple locations.  My powder is penetrating your skin now, hopefully it kills you before my body does.  Our long struggle and our hot wet bodies have reduced the potency, so I’m not sure, what I am sure of is, my knot is deeply embedded, even your incredible body, with all its curvaceous ability cannot escape me.  I can tell your spent sexually, but not physically, your moving in my body, a dangerous thing to do, but I’m even more dangerous.’

Stacy closed around her paradise and languidly kissed about before a tongue hot inserted and held her clitoris.  Namitha used her body to tip them, but Stacy held firm.  He watched her wonderful ass raise and shift in the about in quick twitches as she constricted.  Every part of him wanted this woman to do something deadly to him, the chance to feel her body, her skill, even tempting death seemed worth the price as he watched her work.  She quivered inward again and again the stilled and rolled them back to the initial position then twisted sharply left then right and relaxed releasing the dead woman.  

‘Go and take a shower, I need to make a phone call to get rid of her.  A dead body can be a real mood killer.  After you, then me, I need to wash off the residue before we talk.  I sincerely hope you saved a little for me?’ she said looking at his wire.  Before he could say anything Stacy bent over and took his tip in her mouth, he hardened instantly, she smiled, turned away and made  her phone call as he made for the bathroom.

‘I plan on making multiple withdrawals,’ she said over her shoulder as he vanished into the bathroom.  

The body was removed, Stacy took her shower and prepared.  

‘That’s a tad conservative don’t you think?’ he said nervously as she propped herself on the edge of the bed.  ‘I mean I have seen you naked.’ he said, looking at her in heels and his shirt. 

‘You’ve been a good boy, you deserve something to unwrap,’ she smiled and walked to him, the sway of her hips mesmerising.  Stacy slipped herself elegantly out of her heels, held his eyes, folded  herself onto the edge of the bed, leaned forward a hand slipping under the sheets then around his swollen member.

‘I don’t think it matters what I wear!  You have the same reaction.  Don’t look embarrassed, I take it as a really great compliment,’ she smiled, then withdrew her hand.

‘I imagine many enemy agents have that reaction to you?’ he offered as a way of lessening being caught.

‘I wouldn’t know much about that,’ Stacy answered.

‘But you’re a FORCE agent?’

‘Oh, heavens no.  I mean I’ve had the training, but I’m not an active agent by any means.  I think it's more than time I introduced myself.  Stacy Turner, Internal Accounting Control and you’re Leason Grey, I’m sorry I don’t know the corporate name for money laundering, but that’s your job at TRIDENT and you are in danger, mortal danger, my former opponent, just the beginning.  I think you know that, that’s why you didn’t help her.

After more talking he came to an inescapable conclusion.

‘Doesn’t seem like I have a choice, he said in a resigned voice.

‘You always have choices.  You could go back to TRIDENT, but given the circumstances of tonight, I don’t think they’ll be in a forgive and forget frame of mind and I wonder how brutal they’ll be next time.  I mean death is still death, but there are degrees of it and sending a female, a sexy one at that and her means of finishing you, well there are worse ways to go.  Next time will be different.  You could go into hiding, but realistically do you have the resources for that and for how long?  Anyone can be found these days, what with facial recognition and CCTV.  Finally, there’s come with me and FORCE.  So as I see it those are your options,’ Stacy explained.

‘What if I can’t remember what it is I’m supposed to have knowledge of?  What then?’

‘Work for FORCE, bit you were ever an agent and you have that moral, good/bad conflict to sort out.  Besides, you’d be surprised what we good guys and gals are capable of, both in business and in pleasure.  Speaking of pleasure,’ she smiled, then they heard footsteps in the other room.  Stacy gave him a quick wink and a word in his then waited, listened then made her move, just not the one he was expecting.  

Stacy began kissing him then as the bedroom door opened her leg was just slithering over top of him and she moved into place.

‘What the hell!’ she said and climbed off of him as he lay motionless.  ‘I was just about to finish him and I don’t need an audience, sex is a participation not a spectator sport,’ she added making she how she displayed herself to this entrant was distracting and pleasing.  ‘Who are you and what are you doing here?’ she demanded.

‘When she didn’t check in I was sent to find out why and finish the job,’ he answered, which told Stacy what she wanted, that he was an outside hire, simply because he answered her.  No real agent would do that; they would just have killed them both.

‘She’s dead, I killed her earlier, before he arrived.  She was in on his plan, to steal the laundered money, that’s what he does for TRIDENT.  Fortunately, we don’t trust easily, I was sent as back up, insurance if you will.  Stacy Turner, Executrix Section.  What a screw up and also a mood killer,’ she added, slipping herself off the side of the bed in a most provocative manner, showing more of her legs and ass, the shirt slipping back into place as she stood facing him.  ‘As you can see I had things well in hand, he was drugged and I was just about to apply myself to finish the job when you showed up,’ she stated, beginning to do up the buttons on the shirt.  

Her strategy of authouritive statements and sexual distraction was working.  He was hesitant.

‘Well no need for me anymore, you might as well collect your full fee. I get paid regardless, he’s all yours,’ she added while picking up her heels and walking over to him.

He raised his gun,

‘Thew! Thew!’

Stacy smiled as he fell at her feet.

‘Excellent acting,’ she said walking over to him, a small soft kiss to his lips.  ‘A woman’s heels are not just for making our legs look better, they can conceal a myriad of weapons, in this case a small calibre gun in each heel point.  True killer heels,’ she explained.  ‘Now we need to go.  All of what I said was a lie, except for the mood killer part.  There’s always later when you're safe.’ 

Fifth Dance

‘I took the liberty of upgrading your accommodation, by adding me.  My

credentials are on the dresser beside you,' Tina Samuels said as she

slithered off the desk taking steps toward him. 

He looked nervous as he read and tried to back away, but her arms were already around his neck.  'Don't tell me you're afraid of girls,' she added.  'You’re in the wrong profession in that case.  Think of this as a typical business meeting and me as a TRIDENT agent.  I for one enjoy role play, but it's no fun playing alone, all the dress options are casual, as you can tell.  First up then, introductions, I know you read my card, but the polite thing is for me to introduce myself personally.  Tina Samuels, I hope you can forgive my indiscretion, maybe this will help,’ Tina purred as she kissed him.  

It was slow and wonderful, her skill on complete display until he suddenly pulled away.

‘Well I’ve never had that reaction before!’ she pondered with a smile, her arms still around him as she looked into his eyes.  ‘You look worried,’ she added, then paused with a knowing smile forming on her lips.  ‘Oh, nothing to worry about, if I wanted you dead it would already be too late.  My kiss would have done the trick, but you know that, yet somehow you let me give you one anyway.  A foolish thing in this game, I don’t blame you, even experienced agents let it happen.  Do you want to know why, Tina smiled as he acknowledged with a nod he did.

‘First the shirt, an endlessly effective weapon of distraction.  It displays the female form, particularly the legs perfectly, especially with heels, as I did and it worked, I got my arms around you, from there the kiss was easy.’

‘Well you are an extremely attractive woman, even if you are an enemy agent, he answered, his arms pressing a little tighter around her hips.

‘Easy tiger, there’s time for that later, but thank you for the compliment, both the one for the looks and being an agent.  To set the record straight I’m not an active agent, I am what my card says I am, but I have taken the odd mission here and there, mostly as a specialised sexual assassin.  For instance, take that kiss I gave you.  Now I could have been wearing a poisonous lipstick and I have done so in the past, it's quick, easy, but such a waste, from my end I mean.  All the preparation, hair, make up, the clothes, such as they are, then one kiss and it's over, a girl deserves better,’ Tina smiled, then gave him another kiss.  

‘I prefer a long seduction, savouring the moment if you will, complete the assignment all without the target being aware each intimate motion brings them a step closer to death, Tina explained as her arms shifted about his neck before she pressed against him for another long slow kiss.

‘Who knows I could be enjoying that moment right now.  So far I’ve kissed you, very pleasurably, three times.  There is such a thing as delayed poison.  It comes in two variants, a weak poison that builds up in the system with each kiss and what’s called by female agents, Cover Girl. A clear coating applied over the fatal shade that slowly wears off. But, none of that applied to here, as I said before, besides, I don’t need it, I could have just as easily finished you with my bracelet,’ she said showing him.

‘Touch this side and a needle appears, drug of choice,  Touch the other side and viola, the end of a strangulation wire, perfect for close embraces.  You could however do a combination, a paralysing or muscle relaxant drug and substitute the strangulation wire for a spool of contracting twine to wrap the stricken victim in, or of course, we I could just use my body to kill you in so many different ways, it would take too long to explain them all and it would kill the mood.  Now where were we,’ Tina smiled as she kissed him again.  ‘One of us is a tad overdressed,’ she suggested and undid his belt and pants before working up his chest on each button of his shirt.  Her eyes locked on him as she worked.  Tina opened it and slipped her hands inside.  ‘I’m glad to feel TRIDENT has a fitness plan.’

She deftly undressed him then shifted herself to straddle and positioned herself.

‘No need to be in a hurry, let gravity do our bidding,’ she said as they caressed and kissed one another.  

She was impressed with his control and his size as she encapsulated herself around him in a slow pleasurable descent until she was fully impaled.  He undid her shirt, her graceful motion shedding it as they began.  

Tina slipped off him after a while.  Between sessions they had talked and he was convinced, the sex and her sealing the discussion.  They showered and prepared to leave when a series of noises that seemed to be coming from across the hotel hallway reverberated in their room, he panicked, Tina walked to the hallway table, opened the drawer.  ‘Not meant for you if you didn’t agree,’ she smiled.  ‘This is a blunt method, I prefer softer and subtler means of persuasion, each has its place, in this case, we need blunt.’

‘Why…’ he started to say.

‘In the wrong room,’ she finished.  ‘Because that’s where you're officially registered.  We played a little with the hotel’s booking system before and after the fact.  We knew they’d be coming.  I had hoped to avoid this, but, well our conversation,’ she smiled.  ‘Took a little longer and was very in depth,’ she added with a smile of satisfaction.    

‘When I nod open the door and don’t come out from behind it until I say so!  Understand?’ she commanded, switching off the safety.

She gave him the sign, she disappeared, a few seconds later, two muffled sounds, like that of a flat hand hitting a counter came to his ears, a door closed and she was back.

‘We need to check out, where there’s two there’s always a few more.  My car is in the underground parking.  Here, put this in your satchel,’ Tina said, putting the safety back on.  She grabbed her clutch, the passcards and they were gone.  

‘Stay right with me,’ she told him in the elevator.  

He was filled with a combination of fear and arousal, both mixed together in a strange cocktail.  He was of course fearing for his life while at the same time excited that he mattered enough to be killed and that, he of all people, a boring specialised accountant might be harbouring some top secret intel worthy of being killed for.  Then, there was her.  Tina, a sexy fantastic lover who was his protector, but he imagined her also as a lethal killer, the brew was very inviting.  He felt his arousal growing so he concentrated on something, anything else.

‘I’ll have your car brought up, Miss Samuels,’ the front desk woman said and picked up the phone.

‘I think it would be best for all concerned if you didn’t make that call,’ Tina said, the gun poking out from her leather jacket.  ‘Come round the desk dear.  There’s a good TRIDENT agent.  Now we’ll all just go to the stairwell together.  Think of trying anything, I’ll blow your head off right here and it would be a pity to have to replace this carpet.’

The trio man their way down the stairs, the woman in front, Tina behind her and her charge behind her. 

‘Open the door, go on, I insist!’ Tina said.

How did you know I was a TRIDENT agent?’  She asked, opening the door and walking through.

‘For one, this hotel operates on 3 eight hour shifts, not two 12 hour ones, as most do.  When I checked in the front desk had just come on and should still be here.  Tell me she’s ok?’ Tina demanded.

‘Just drugged and tied up,’ the woman answered.

‘Right and straight,’ Tina ordered.

They walked on for thirty seconds or so before Tina told all to stop.  She clicked the remote in her pocket, the doors unlocked and the car started.  

‘Passenger side,’ Tina said softly to him as he scrambled to it.

‘Old car for an old lady,’ the woman said boring holes in Tina.

‘I prefer the term classic,’ Tina countered.  ‘Now for two.  You’re no TRIDENT agent, merely a trainee and a bad one at that, basic mistake, but correctable, but that choice is up to you,’ she continued.  ‘Hold out your hand, palm up.’

‘If I refuse?’

‘Then I’ll kill you,’ Tina answered coldly, pointing the gun at her.  ‘You have a choice, a bullet to the head or a jab of my ring and a nice nap for a few hours.  Five, four, three..’ Tina counted as the woman stepped forward then lunged for the gun.

Tina let it go, the young woman over stepped, lost her balance and stumbled forward.  Tina pulled one of the zippers on the jacket, it spooled a long piece of black cord.  Tina seized the other end with her free hand and wrapped it around the girl's neck, once for control and a second for good measure then kicked the back of her knee taking her legs out from her.  

‘Foolish little girl!’ Tina stated as her knee braced into the back of the neck and she pulled hard.  It was over quickly.  Tina casually walked over, picked up the gun, walked back and put a round in her head.

Tina made a few calls then turned to him.

‘You’ll be spending the night at my place,’ she smiled.

‘He wasn’t sure to be happy or worried about that.