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Admin Assassin - Three Vignettes

Mrs. Panche smiled and turned around, slipped his cock under her dress as she slid down, her

silk dress finishing what he had started naturally.  An experienced woman, she knew her age,

size and appearance worked for her, even over younger women.  She was flexible, supple and

daring, qualities she knew he liked.  She also knew how to hold him.  She pushed down, her

ample ass wiggling until she found the spot,she thrust and embedded his tip.  Her head tilted

back and to one side.  ‘I thought you’d like this,’ she smiled and kissed him as she swirled. 

‘Let me work you in, you're quite impressive, but I have the skills and size to accept you fully,’

she said with a push.  They kissed, her lips sweet and expert.  He was just as obliging, hands

stroked her breasts, hardened her nipples which he stimulated with a practice touch.  Mrs

Panche’s hips turned side to side as she slipped him in bit by bit.  A final thrust secured him

fully in her paradise, she hooked her feet around his ankles and rocked.  Her tongue dove

deep into his mouth as she took control of the session, just as she intended. Some women

might have thought the position reckless, even fatal for her, but she knew he didn’t suspect

her, she was just an attractive older woman who still wanted to feel she could compete.  In fact

she could have finished him many times over already.  Her nails were a flick away, he was lucky

her lipstick was normal, but she didn’t need

either of those things, her ass was all she required. She contracted and pulled him to climax

quickly, his body thrusting as hugged him.  Mrs. Panche worked him again and again until

a final slow slithering of her hips pulled one final orgasm from him.  She relaxed her muscles

and pulled free.  

‘A good first meeting, getting to know each other,’ she smiled, slipping her personal business

card into his hand.

^^^

He didn’t waste any time setting up a meeting at her place.  May knew he would but she planned

carefully, she knew he was a good agent, the question was what did he know of her, she wasn’t

going to take chances.  

After they discussed a plan it was clear he wanted her, that told May he knew or suspected

something, she needed to be careful without tipping her hand but also willing.  She teased

him by shifting position in her chair, making herself more open and receptive.  All she needed

to do was get him into her arms.  

'Just a hug honey to dissolve our partnership.  A simple slither of my arms around your neck

complimented by a brush of my cheek to yours, my powder only needs a touch to kill, but if

that is asking too much, then a simple peck goodbye, permanently, my frosting only requires t

hat,’ she mused.

He slid his arms around her waist, she smiled before turning her head back and up to him as

she gave him a double dose of her poisonous body.  She turned about mid kiss as her top was

discarded, it was clear her poison was not effective, but she never let on, her lips engaged with

his as she undid his shorts and he her skirt.  

They found their way to the bedroom. May planning every step, kiss and touch, she needed

to keep things neutral, not letting him get her into a vulnerable position. He tried a few times

but an experienced woman knew what to do, once her hands found his stem to thwart his try,

the second time it was her mouth.  Each time she triumphed.

May knew he was nearly spent from her, but she wanted more, he was excellent, but she knew

he had enough left for a surprise and he nearly got it but her skills came into play a final time. 

Her hips surged and twisted as she rubbed his stem causing him to cum one final time in surprise. 

She wrung it out of him and pulled away.

‘We need to take a break, clean up, have something to eat and then see where the night takes

us,’ she smiled and kissed him then danced into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. 

Fun time was over, she was now on the clock.  

May returned, her body dry and cool, she gave him a small peck and went to put on clothes and

make herself look presentable once more.  

He came out naked, clearly he wanted her more.   She had placed herself at her vanity, finishing

her makeup.  It was all part of her plan, she knew her legs, one of her best assets would draw his

, especially in her red dress and crossed as they were.  She added to the siren call by just finishing

applying her lipstick, something most men find very erotic.  He kissed the back of her neck as

she got up, again timed to perfection. He kissed it again and a third time before she capitulated

and swung about her arms around his neck.

They kissed each other over and over that passion welling again.  May shortened the length,

pecks, intermediate kisses and brushes, her mouth moving side to side as she worked,  final long

kiss and she pulled back.  

‘Ready for dinner lover or should we order in, I don’t think you’re in any shape to go out.

Same shade, but this lipstick works differently.  It's powder based, finely ground, but in a

certain way, multiple sharp edges that stay on my lips, each kiss adjusts them, so they

constantly change angles and edges, in fact, each kiss makes them sharper.  Eventually

my lips will cut through your sealant.  I could have the formula changed to make it work

faster, but what’s the fun in that.  Once I break through, my drug takes effect, in this instance,

a paralysing agent, but slowly, I like to enjoy my work. This shades called Secretary Pink,

and I don’t blame you for falling for it, after all you did suspect my original frosting to be

deadly and you were correct, as was my powder, but that nasty skin sealer of yours kept

you safe the first time.  I’m Mr. Nann’s Admin, I’m also his executrix, when called upon. 

Oh, the lipsticks not fatal, well not the application end, the other,’ she smiled as she turned

the cylinder to close it then a little more until an audible click was heard and a small thin

strand appeared out of the bottom centre.  ‘This end is.  Now don’t move while I get to

work,’ she mused.  

There, that wasn’t long, just one final touch,’ May said as she removed her earrings.  ‘They

hold the wires together. Once I push this button in the centre they spin, feeding the ends

through and tightening about you, but before that I need to say goodbye.’

May snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him several times.  

‘Goodbye baby, my kiss ensures it will be just that.’

^^^

May trailed after him, not quickly, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion.  ‘I thought you were going

to give me some time and here I wore this gown just to impress you,’ she said, taking his hand. 

Come with me while everyones occupied, perhaps we can have a merger of our own,’ she smiled

and led the way.  May took him to her office and locked the door then stepped into his arms as

they kissed.  She pressed a little harder than normal for several kisses but nothing to give anything

away, just passion and excitement of the moment.  Her Poison Pill lipstick did nothing, she had

worn it all night and it was stale.  She undressed him as they kissed, May working her lips about

to no good.  Soon he was naked, he undid the tie on her dress and it slipped off her body.  One

final long kiss as he worked into her.  May pulled him close and scratched.  ‘I always have

several liquid assets on me at all times.  

What my lipstick didn’t do, my nail polish, White Night did, only instead of killing you you’re

only paralysed, but perfectly set up for a Merger.  May pumped him to climax then separated

and applied her knot.  He was free of her drug in minutes but her skill, size and power easily

overwhelmed him.  She nuzzled and kissed until he was constricted tense in her body.  They

fell to her soft carpeted floor where she undulated her form every few minutes drawing herself

tighter.  One ankle crossed over the other, her heels locking together.  May twitched her ass to

pull him in, her arms criss crossed and locked under his chin.  ‘Goodbye sir, It's been a pleasant

merger,’ she whispered in his ear as he succumbed to her body.  May relaxed, made a call,

dressed, fixed her makeup and appearance and rejoined the party.  

^^^

Mr. Nann and May, his executive admin, have come to Kyoto to close a deal, but his

would-be business partner had other ideas, it seems he wanted the deal to be more

one-sided.  After a failed attempt on his life, foiled by the quick thinking May she took

matters in hand.  

Her sharp eyes had caught that he frequented an exclusive bath house every Friday. ‘I’ve

never been a bath house girl.’ she smiled. 

‘Come in, Mr. Hiashi,’ May said as she relaxed on a bamboo bench, her ample breasts

showing as she intended.  ‘I know you are interested, a woman notices these things, perhaps

I can help you consummate your deal?’ May smiled hungrily at him, her eyes dancing about

the towel he wore around his waist.  ‘I’ve prepared your bath, all you have to do is step this

way and discard the towel so we can begin.’

He willingly did as requested, she was a fascinating woman, he knelt, May took his ample

member into her mouth.  He was stiff almost instantly and that changed to hard seconds later

as May’s coddle swirled and tingled about his shaft then into his body while her piercing eyes

looked at him.  She pulled him deep in, her tongue flicking and swathing about.  She undid

her rob and let it fall to the sides, her large full firm breasts glistening in the humidity of the

room, delicate nipples pricked with droplets of water that wavered as she moved.  May pulled

her mouth down his shaft, her tongue wrapped about it as she went until she stopped at his tip,

turned her head to the left, his body and hers moving easily, she elegantly shifted herself into

place and welcomed his body into hers as he fell to the floor.  

‘My Stem Scorpion sir, it weakens your muscles, you reacted rather quickly to it.  No poison,

just feminine touch and technique.  It's only temporary, but of course I’ve guided you into

something deadly, me.  Unlike your assassin, I don’t miss.’

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Adventures of a K.I.S.S. Agent

Started this story many years ago and just re-discovered it in an archive. 

Asking if you the readers have any idea for Wendy’s perils, either erotic,

exotic or otherwise, that you’d like to see.  I’ve used he very delectable

Leslie Parrish as the basis for Wendy.  Don’t be afraid to make suggestions. 

Thanks, look forward to hearing from you.  Cheers,  Steve

The hot humid air of Yangon Airport hit her half way down the steps, she smiled, it’s just like home she

told herself.  

‘Feels just like Bessemer Alabama,’ Wendy thought as she reached the ground, then started walking

across the tarmac toward the arrivals gate.  She elegantly removed her sunglasses upon entering the

building a smiling man only too happy to open the door for her, she gave him a playful smile in

acknowledgement.

She patiently waited in the queue for her turn with customs, most of her fellow passengers already

showing visible signs of the heat, some resorting to fanning themselves with their passports while

shifting impatiently in the line.  

‘Welcome to Rangoon,’ a man said while his hand received her passport.  ‘Who are you here to see?’

‘I’m working for The Rand Corporation,’ Wendy answered in her soft southern voice which caused the

man to look up and into her deep blue eyes. ‘Here are my additional papers,’ she added with a smile.

‘Of course, all seems to be in order, 'he said, giving her papers only a very cursory look before stamping

them.

‘Thank you so much,’ she added, then turned and walked toward the barrier separating the passengers

from the assembled crowd, a mixture of cabbies hustling and jostling amongst themselves for fares to

people waving to attract the attention of arrivals to those more prepared who held up makeshift signs

with names on them.  She spotted her name and moved to it.

‘Welcome to Rangoon Miss Hammond, it isn’t hell, but you can see it from here,’ said a middle aged

man wearing a loose and already perspiration stained white shirt and a pair of baggy brown cotton pants

that looked like they hadn’t seen a laundry in weeks.  

‘At least he removed his Yankee’s cap upon greeting me,’ said thought.  ‘But I declare a Yankees cap!’

Wendy mused. 

‘Your luggage will be this way, hopefully nothing is missing, around this place, if it isn’t nailed down

or locked up your chances of seeing it again are slim.

The welcoming committee had seen better days, clearly the weather and too much food, lack of exercise

had zapped whatever youth had remained right out of him.  A rounded mid-section, sagging and in

constant need of mopping up face, did not make the best of impressions.  He moved slowly as if the

air itself conspired against his motion.  

‘My word you are a ray of sunshine,’ Wendy said as they walked along.

‘It ain’t the sunshine you got to worry about here, it’s the heat and the humidity.  Sorry, by the way,

Larry Baldon, Rangoon Divisional Head, Policy Analysis, effectively your boss, but pay no attention to

that, out here things have a looser structure than at home.  I’m still trying to figure out who I cheesed

off back in the world to be sent out here.  How about you, I heard some ridiculous nonsense that you

actually volunteered for this, I put that down in interference on the phone line when I heard it.’  

‘You heard correctly Mr. Baldon, I did indeed volunteer for this assignment,’ Wendy answered.

He gave her a curious look.  ‘Well you sound sane enough and you do come highly recommended. 

What are you girl, 24?’

‘Just turned 22 sir.’

He looked her up and down and smiled.  You’re going to be very popular, not only with ex-colonials,

visiting military and the locals,’ he chuckled and said nothing more, he didn’t need to.

‘Those two bags there are mine Mr. Baldon, if you wouldn’t mind.’ He picked them up, with great effort,

although he tried not to make it look so and then motioned toward the door.  

‘This is my favourite part, the car’s air conditioned, he said, swinging a suitcase forward to indicate the

Mercedes.  Well that and the office, your place has ceiling fans, for all the good they do,’ he said slamming

the trunk lid down then lumbering around to open the door for her.

‘Thank you sir,’ she said, sliding gracefully into the passenger seat.

‘When you drive here remember, there are no or very few rules, except be aggressive,’ he said as the

car roared away from the curb and dodged across several lanes of traffic.

‘I will keep that in mind sir,’ Wendy said calmly.

‘I thought we’d start at the office, 176 Portman Road, show you around, meet the others and then I can

take you to the hotel we use, it’s just around the corner from the office and right next to the Government

Centre, everything centrally located, at least that’s one blessing,’ Larry Baldon said and he dodged an

Auto Rickshaw, then several scooters, a motorcycle and finally a Cycle Rickshaw all within 5 seconds

of each other.  ‘Missed my calling I think, should have been a race car driver,’ he added as the car pulled

into a lane and up to a security gate.   Larry flashed his ID badge and the heavy steel gate rolled back and

the car advanced to the back of the building. ‘Reminder of the fact that this is not a welcoming place,’

Larry said, referencing the gate.  We’ll fix you up with your pass and all the other necessary paperwork

once introductions are done.’

The building looked like it was an old warehouse, one story, in an English Indian design.  The very

few windows she spotted on the front and on the drive to the back were covered in steel close cropped

lattice to keep people and objects out, she assumed by objects, grenades. 

There was only one way into the building, a steel door with a 5 digit metal button keypad.  Larry shielded

himself from Wendy and entered a code, they stepped out of the sun and into an air conditioned supply

room, Larry spread his arms and took a deep breath.  On the opposite wall at the far end to the left was

another door, they moved toward it where Larry repeated the process.

‘Again a reminder of local issues, doors offset from another so an explosion has to travel down to be

effective, by that time it will dissipate.  Also doors are made to be blast resistant and the walls are double

thick concrete with a steel plate in the middle, thank you Uncle Sam.’

He repeated the procedure of a passcode to this door and they entered into a long hallway with file boxes

piled outside entrances into cubicles where people sat slumped over work.  The whole place was a rather

depressing shade of light gray, walls, carpets, cubicle dividers, even the ceiling was off white, stains marked

in various areas.

‘What we lack in neatness we make up for in answers, watch your step,’ Larry said as he made his way

up the aisle informing everyone in a loud voice to come to the lunchroom for an announcement.  About

half way up they stopped and Larry motioned for Wendy to stay while he meandered down several

branched off aisles telling everyone to gather.  Wendy watched him punch in a code at a door at the far

end and enter.  He exited a few minutes later with several people.  He came past her and picked up the

lead again as they went in the opposite direction, through a swinging door and into a room, maybe 15x20

that acted as the cafeteria.

‘One soda machine, a fridge and sink, a garbage can and a hot plate, tables and chairs of various sizes

and colours.  Well at least the decor matches the office,’ she thought to herself as Larry escorted her

toward the sink to face the assembled masses.

‘Everyone, our new saviour, Miss Wendy Lawson,’ Larry said in a jovial voice Wendy didn’t think he

had processed.  ‘Seriously, she comes highly recommended from DC so give her lots of work,’ he said

and laughed and the others followed suit.  ‘Make her feel welcome.’

Everyone came up and introduced themselves, it was a small group, 15 people in all, you didn’t need more

than that if you had the right kind of people and these were that.  Wendy had just finished shaking hands

with what she thought was the final member when Larry spoke.

‘This finally is the brains of the entire outfit, our Office Manager and everyone’s right hand, Eunice Gray. 

I’ll leave you to her, she’ll get all the paperwork done and show you to your desk and about the place, such

that it is and I’ll have your luggage sent to your hotel room,’ Larry Baldon said and departed.

‘I’m sure you got the welcome to hell greeting like everyone else got, myself included.  Don’t take that

seriously, this is an exhilarating place if you know where to look,’ Eunice said as she hooked her arm into

Wendy’s and began the tour.

Wendy got all her employee credentials, her passcode, was shown how to enter using the front door, again

a very heavy and she assumed, blast resistant one, that had the same concept as the back door, an offset

door with a second code entry system. Eunice promised to show her where to shop for everyday things

she would require warning her to be prepared to haggle over price, it was expected.  Wendy noticed that

the tour took longer than it should have, Eunice seemingly in no hurry to let her go. Several times during

the tour Eunice had tripped on the corner of file boxes and stumbled into Wendy catching her for support,

always with the same excuse that she thought she had all the locations memorized.

The rest of the morning was spent getting access to the building, paperwork for pay and organising her desk,

Wendy even managed to get work done, a feat that impressed certain people.  She left with other staff,

mostly to ensure she could get out of the building and walked back to her hotel, just a block and a half

around the corner.  

The hotel, The Presidential, had seen better days and those days were a long time in the past.  The influx

of American money, had for certain, brought it up in the world, but that rise had only gone so far.  It

reminded Wendy of inner city hotels that time and neighbourhood had passed by, but that was still grimly

hanging on to past glory.  The carpet was just a little frayed in places and needed to be cleaned more than

it was currently, ceiling fans whirred and wobbled, dispersing more dust than air.  A mixture of civilian and

military types sat around café type chairs and other mismatched chairs they could pull about drinking and

talking.  A few stopped talking when they caught sight of her, then a few more and then more was a wave

of silence spread across the lobby floor.  It was rare to see a western woman in Rangoon, other than a

nurse and they were always in the same drab green uniform that created a kind of generic sameness for

everyone.  Rarely did they see a smartly dressed woman in a skirt and heels.  Wendy reflected on the

deafening silence, but let on no acknowledgement of such as she checked in and without looking made her

way to the old iron gated elevator that still required a person to operate.  Her room was on the third, she

could just make out the chatter picking up again as the elevator started, she was in no doubt about the topic

of conversation. 

 

Her room was at the end of the corridor, she counted seven other rooms, the carpet even wore more on this

floor than below.  She didn’t mind the close humid air it reminded her of home, however she did not find

the cool air that greeted her as she opened the door to her new home.  Several ceiling fans, new ones she

could see, worked overhead, silently and efficiently they moved the air about with the help of portable

fans placed about the room.  This was her main living space.  Wendy was surprised at how generous the

room size, about 20x20, room enough for a formal setting of seating, a desk for work and incidental pieces

of furniture, it looked old but remarkably clean. 

To the right at the far end of the room a hallway led to a small galley kitchen, functional enough to eat in

and sit two at a small table, it had a fridge and a gas four burner cooking top.  Directly opposite the hall

and across the main room another hall led to the bathroom, classic old English 20’s colonial style, with a

clawfoot tub, rigged with a shower extension to make it more modern and functional.  Wendy tried the taps

and supposed she could get wet if she ran around in it, the pressure was not the best, the sink and toilet had

mercifully been cleaned and worked fine.  A turn and two steps she found her in the bedroom.  A four poster

carved wooden bed with mosquito netting dominated the room, again a left over from colonial times, a

matching twelve drawer dresser at the foot of the bed competed for space.  There was a bedside table and a

wardrobe for hanging things up.  It all looked clean and tidy, but just to be sure Wendy checked the mattress,

she smiled it was new.  Her luggage, as promised, was on the bed waiting to be unpacked.  

She unpacked, precisely placing things so that everything was just so, the way she liked it.  She slid the

empty suitcases under the bed and stepped over to the wardrobe.

‘Now for the real unpacking,’ she thought as she bent her left leg back, slid back the point of her heel and

removed a key.  She fitted it into the wardrobe lock and opened the double doors.  Inside were three more

suitcases just as had been arranged.

‘After all expecting a girl to survive on just two suitcases of clothes is not manageable, especially when that

girl is a K.I.S.S. [ (K)ombined (I)nternational (S)ecurity (S)ection ] agent.