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So many Ways - Part One

 King Zachary made a story request.

This is Part One.

Thanks for the idea King Zachary

‘I seem to have taken somewhat of a wrong turn on the way back to my suite,’

she smiled coyly.  ‘No really, well that and you shouldn’t leave your passcard

out for all to see,’  Amanda Ryan added while adjusting her towel.

‘We got along so well this afternoon at the pool, I saw no reason to let it end

there.  I’ll wait for a counter argument,’ Amanda smiled as she continued to

strategically dry herself, the towel flashing teasing hints as he looked on.

 

‘I came prepared,’ she said, closing the gap between them, all nice and clean, soft and invigorated.  Your body wash is nicely scented and,’ she said then let the towel fall as she impressed herself into him.  ‘You smell divine as well.  I hope you saved some energy because I plan to use it up, but if you want a little rest beforehand that’s fine with me, I can always be on top,’ she added, her hands pulling his tee shirt up and over him as they kissed, her tongue darting about.  

She walked them over to the bed, folded herself into his arms once more as they hungerily kissed each other.  This time her hands undoing and pulling down his shorts before she pushed them over onto the bed, deftly avoiding penetration as she slipped down his body and swallowed his member that went instantly hard in her caress.  She toyed with it for a little while, experience telling her when to stop.

Amanda's eyes told him everything as she looked up at him, her mouth open so

he could see her tongue balancing his tip on it, an evil sexy smile playing upon

her lips.  She gently pulled her tongue back, the light friction of her tease more

than enough to send it twitching up and down like a steel pole bending in the

wind.  She slowly began her ascent of his body, hands on either side of him

pressing into the mattress, her erect and pink nipples just brushing his legs. 

Amanda manoeuvred his stem into the crevice of her breasts running it up until

it was pinched tight in her silk fold as she slowly rocked herself and his captured

member back and forth.  She could feel him getting close, his stem pulsing and

thrashing against her.  

‘This is a wonderful feel and just a few more strokes would take you over the edge, but there’s an even more wonderful feel for the both of us,’ she purred, her hot breath breezing against his face.

She pulled up, one nipple brushing a long trail up his prong, over the tip then down to his stomach bumping of his ridges, the only contact with her he had as she staddled him, her hips lowering just a touch so he could feel the ends of her hair sending shivers down his cock.

‘I bet you could cum just like this,’ she teased, her tongue and words dancing inside his ear.

Amanda snaked her arms up cupping his head in her forearms, her eyes

sparkling as she lowered her hips.

‘I’m going to devour you baby,’ she whispered, her lips just brushing his, she felt his ramrod arching up to spear her just as she snapped her body, smiled and rolled off him.

‘I prefer my thrust,’ she smiled.  ‘It’s called The Concubines Curl.  Invented

during the Song Dynasty, it short circuits the nervous system leaving you

immobilised, but not too worry the effects are short lived.  Those ladies used

it as a means to escape or to administer another kind of death without all the

fuss of a struggle.  Once you come out of it I don’t want you struggling either,

while I do want you struggling, only in another way which I’ll come to in a

while,’ she explained gracefully rolling over to the edge of the four poster bed

and coming to her feet in one sinuous motion then walking over to her beach bag.

‘I stopped by my room for these, something no Trident agent should ever go on assignment without.  Oh yes, my apologies, yes I am a Trident agent, just as you are a Force agent,’ she added, pulling four packages from the bag.  She turned to face him then sat herself on the end of the bed facing him, pulling a leg as she began.

‘I know their black and out of season, please don’t hold that against me, but, personally I think they're much more sexy and erotic in a way.  Sheer, alluring and well to brag a little my legs look great in them, but that’s not their purpose here,’ Amanda explained as she opened a package and took one of his ankles securing it in a firm bind.  ‘They never run or tear, the filaments are incredibly strong.  I can't cut them with my nails, so really you have no chance,’ she smiled, tying the other end about the bedpost pulling his leg tight on the angle.  She repeated the process with his other leg before sitting beside him on the bed with a third set of black pantyhose in her hand.

‘Men love the feel of these against their skin, the black ones much more so than any other colour.  I base that solely on my experience, but I am an experienced agent,’ she smiled as her hand wrapped in the material stroked his manhood quickly back to erection.  You see, even in this predicament, you get hard,’ she smiled then kissed him softly.  Amanda secured each wrist then completed his entrapment as he was stretched akimbo across the bed.

‘Now baby we come, and keep that last word in mind, why I’m here.  Trident needs intel on Operation Rapid and you’re going to tell me.  I love it when you Force agents look all defiant, makes me want to eat you up,’ Amanda smiled as she knelt between his spread legs.

‘Pleasure can loosen any man’s tongue and my tongue can loosen any man’s, but even my best efforts can be met with stubborn resistance from a well disciplined agent and once the pleasure is over, we have to start all again and well in the end I’ll get what I want, it could be hours and hours of parts of me working you to climax until you crack from the desperation of trying to cum.  Luckily, I know a better and faster way.  Just make you constantly climax, drive you insane with joy, but not too much. I want you to talk and if I keep it going too long, your brain will turn to mush and all I’ll get for my trouble is gibberish.  Lucky for you sweetie, there are multiple techniques to achieve the result I want and you look like the kind of agent that might just need the entire repertoire, that is my hope anyway.  So in no particular order:

Calliope's Circle

The Pin Cushion

The Siamese Siphon

Oral Ophidian

The Lilly Pad

Do you want to pick or should I just surprise you,’ Amanda said then softly kissed him.

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This story was a request from Unknown.  They

wanted a story like 

All in a Night’s Work.

Hope this fits what you want.

Som Tevy pushed the door open to the Fuasian Restaurant.  ‘Not keen on the

name, but it did get excellent reviews online and well it will make a nice

diversion while I wait for another Mission,’ the Trident agent said as she took

her seat noticing there was not much of a crowd, but it was a Tuesday night

she told herself.  

She elegantly walked over to the end of the Teppanyaki table where a chef, a

female chef, an unusual occurrence came over, smiled and bowed.  

‘I would like to start with some Yakimeshi, Hibachi vegetables and grilled scallops please,’ she smiled.

The chef bowed again and reached behind her for the ingredients, then the

show started, the cleaver and turner flew up and down in the air, magical

juggling act of danger, the food sizzling and turning with the practiced

hand of the chef, a show for the scents and eyes, each complimenting the

other.  Som watched her exaggerate the motions bringing her body into

play, he like that of a snake striking, recoiling and striking again, it was

fascinating to watch had she had almost all of Som’s attention, but not

quite, in a corner of her mind a thought was pushing forward, flashing

red, then it hit her, women.  That was enough, she raised her hand catching

the wrist of the chef as the cleaver was about to descend into her head!

All Som’s training kicked in at once.  She twisted the wrist over slamming into the hot girl, her mind so focused she never heard the scream of pain as the chef’s was pressed against the hot metal of the grill.  Som wrapped her right hand around the back of the woman’s head, seizing her ponytail , twisting it about her hand then driving her head straight into the upturned cleaver.  Unhooking her hand she picked up two knives on the prep table, one in each hand, pirouetted, and released each at precisely the right moment.

As the projectiles flew on their way, Som had time to sort the room out and her thoughts.

‘I should have seen it when I came in, all women in the place, not a single man.  This can only be Force,’ she explained to herself, her inner voice upset with her stupidity.  

Som never watched the knives find home, her mind was onto other things.  She did hear the thud of the dead chef, but before she a removed the two hairpins from her,  the weight of her lower body carrying her corpse to the floor and the scream of the two others as the large implements struck home, one directly into the throat and out the back of one Force agent, the tip of the blade imbedded in a wood pillar she’d been standing in front of.  Her body slumped limp, the blade cutting upward as she fell until it hit bone stopping her fall, a final coughing gurgles of blood and air escaping through the gasp resonating about the small place.  

The second was not as accurate.  ‘Perhaps she had quicker reactions than the other or my aim was off,’ Som told herself as the knife sliced into the shoulder of the other Force agent, the impact of the blow spinning her halfway around followed by a scream of pain.  But, by that time Som was on her way to finish the job.

Just as the Force female righted herself and turned about, Som was there.  One

of the hairpins was neatly tucked into the bun of her own hair.  The other she

drove into the ear of her foe using her left hand on the side of the woman’s

head to brace her for maximum impact.  As it struck there, Som mid scream

from the agent drove her head against the wall with such power that the hairpin

emerged from the other ear.

Som turned about scanning the room, she counted four more!  The Trident agent picked up a menu off the table and a bottle of Sriracha sauce walked forward using the mix of tables and eating bars to give her the best advantage of separating her assailants into one on one situations.  

The first round went to the mouse, if you could call Som that, as she cut out one Force agent who came at her with a knife, not in an overhead motion but in a slashing one.  She dodged the slashes, her hips turning and undulating as the knife whizzed through the air, the blade gleaming in the light. 

Som let the woman get closer then as the blade just passed her throat before embedding in the menu.

Som turned her wrists hard over, the knife easily being pried from her hands.  The Force agent spun around from the wrenching of her weapon and was quickly struck hard in the throat by the spine of the menu! Her hands instinctively reach about her neck giving Som the opening she knew would happen.  Her hands clamped around both sides of her assassin's head and turned it about.  Her face froze in a gasping for air shock panic with her eyes rolled up white. 

Som picked up the knife and the bottle and looked her eye just catching a foot before it slammed into her shoulder, the last second reaction saving a straight on blow to her head, as it was the force of the impact sent her rolling away.  Som turned a table over forcing her next attacker to side step the obstacle giving the spy the precious few seconds she needed to get to her wits and plan of attack together.  

The tip of the Sriracha bottle found the space between the woman’s knee cap

and flesh, the sharp point introducing 150 psi the the skin.  The Force agent's

knee collapsed under the pain and she fell beside Som who by this point had

unscrewed the bottle top, a stream of the sauce now filling the eyes of the

woman who screamed in agony before the knife blade rammed through the

side of her head.  Som came to her feet quickly, put the flat of one heel on the

dead woman’s head and pulled the knife out, the head bouncing back against

the floor with a dull thud.

The final two came at Som together!  Their long carving carving knives

clanking together against hers as Som ran defense by moving and

dodging, she knew it was only a matter of time before the odds turned

against her and her time was almost up.  She spun away, her hand

catching a corner of a table and tipping it over right in her pursuers path

who both stopped just short of tripping over it, their arms whirl winning

to keep their balance.  The Trident spy bent forward, her leg darting over

top to deliver the perfect Scorpion kick to one of the two, the tip of her

long stiletto heel sinking into first, the eye of the Force agent then back

into her brain.  Som held the pose for what seemed an eternity as the

agent’s body shook violently, her arms twitching widely at her sides like

an articulated scarecrow before they stopped and the weight of her dead

form seeking the floor pulled her off the heel.

Som’s leg came down and the other went up catching the final assassin under the chin, crashing her back against a slatted wooden screen,t shattering it to pieces as she sailed through it crashes hard on the other side

Som came round the debris, picking up two of the broken slats as she came.  As

the final Force agent tried to get to her feet the end of the slat greeting her

sternum driving her back to the floor where she was bombarded by a drum beat

of blows up and down her body from both pieces of wood.  

‘Now it's time for answers, Force bitch,’ Som purred with menace.  

One slat was placed against the front of her neck, the other the back.  The Trident spy hooked the back of her knees against the front board while her hands clasped the back, her legs bent so she could get up close to the woman.  Her legs and arms pushed together and turned the woman’s neck slightly to the right.  

‘How did you know I’d be here?’ she demanded.  Getting no answer she turned a little more, the wince of pain crossed the trapped Force agents.

‘Same question again,’ Som smiled, while the agent gasped.

‘Your smart enough, you should be able to figure that out.  If not, go to hell,’ came the pained but defiant response.  

‘Som pondered that for a second before turning more, right to the danger point as the female's body started to convulse.

‘Maybe I’m not as smart as you think, so enlighten me or we could be here a while,’ Som smiled in reply.

‘Fuck you!’

‘You know this means a bad review on Yelp,’ Som said, her turn this time deadly as a neck snap momentarily broke the silence of the still eatery.

The Trident spy relaxed the sticks falling next to the dead agent.  She walked over and the chaos of the fight scene to the exit pausing at the door.  

‘I came here on the recommendation of two fellow agents who said I would love it.  True I did enjoy myself, but I’m sure that’s not what they intended for me?’

She exited the Fuasian, turning the sign around to closed as went.