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The name’s Blade. Jeff Blade.Given that intro, you might think my life is one of an archetypal spy, packed with gadgets, glitz, glamour and girls. After all, I share initials with that double-o guy and he’s drowning in pussy.To a degree, you’d be right. Ladies find me irresistible. I’m debonair, can talk a good game, and I’m the right side of fifty without a hint of grey. I prefer my women both shaken and stirred. And, crucially, know which end of a Glock to avoid.But there are times when things don’t go to plan. When a mission snowballs into an almighty cock-up, and I not only wonder how I’m still alive, but how the threads of the farce unravelled so rapidly.Let me share a story…~~~The masturbating brunette barely had time to scream before the skylight on which I landed began to splinter from one corner. The crack snaked towards me and gave way in a shower of glass above her bed.Wait, maybe that’s too far in. Let me back up a little…~~~”Ahhh, Agent Blade, good to see you, young man.”Shutting his office door behind me, I nodded at Hargreaves, the wrong side of fifty with more grey areas than tax law. “What bad guys do you have for me this time, Sir?”He smiled. “That’s what I like about you, Blade. All business.””I enjoy my job.””Quite. Well, it’s bad girls this time, I’m afraid. One in particular. Ukrainian, from—””Ukrainia?”He raised an eyebrow. “From an outfit calling themselves Dark Panthers. Operating out of Kyiv.”As I approached, Hargreaves spun a manila dossier stamped with [TOP SECRET] and slid it across the mahogany desk for me to flip open and skim. The legend beneath the grainy black and white telephoto snapshot stated Natalya Klebanov with all the usual details. Date of birth. Parents. Education. Affiliations. I flitted across the text, committing the key points to memory before returning to her photo. Presumably crossing the road, she was glancing over her shoulder, hair trailing mid-flick. Along with prominent cheekbones and gently tapered nose, the intensity in her gaze told me two things: a) she knows which end of a Glock does the damage, and b) I wouldn’t get much change out of three a.m. in her bed.”Impressive.””Oh she’s quite the revolutionary. We’ve had our eye on her a while.””I can see why.”He shook his head. “Incorrigible.”I said nothing.”Anyway, seems she’s been working her way up the who’s who of political influencers. Paying off ones she can bribe. Bumping off those she can’t. Energy moguls. Tinpot dictators. Prime Ministers. Silicon Valley start-ups. All seemingly random. No obvious connections, and we can’t prove it’s her behind it all.””And you want me to connect the dots?”He nodded and drummed the desk with his fingers. “Last we heard she’s attending a gala in the south of France this weekend. Your man on the ground is Marcel Lacroix. He’ll get you anything you need. All intel’s in the file.””Timeline?””We’re on the clock with this one. PM’s breathing down my neck. We don’t know what she’s planning.”I snapped the folder shut. “Understood. Will that be all, Sir?”Hargreaves nodded and I spun, pacing to the door.”Oh, and Blade?” I turned, still holding the door handle. “Be careful. This one bites.”I grinned. “I hope so.”~~~The Saint-Tropez June heat was tempered somewhat by the lazy breeze drifting in from the French Riviera. Didn’t make the day any less uncomfortable. My khaki shorts, open-neck white shirt, and Converse complained with every step through the narrow, crowded streets.Buildings tapered above me, almost claustrophobic Ankara bayan escort beneath the expanse of azure sky. A mixture of open and closed shutters adorned the patchwork salmon and lemon façades as I blended with shuffling tourists while hunting for Rue du Clocher.GPS was spotty but I eventually found the street; more like a grown-up alleyway. People on the first floors could probably lean out of their windows and high-five the neighbours opposite.I stole down the quieter street, thumbing the safety off the Colt in the small of my back. A holster would have shown under the shirt so I convinced Lacroix to let me fly native.Garlic wafted from the rear of a restaurant and I slowed, passing an old couple conversing in Gallic shrugs, more wrinkles between them than a volcanic fault line. The next place was where I expected to find at least two Dark Panther members so I could start filling in the blanks. Ruffle their fur, so to speak.A multi-coloured bead curtain separated me from inside and I paused adjacent to the entrance. Sliding my shades up, I darted my head around then back flat to the wall.Two targets behind the counter. One male, one female. Unlikely to be a threat: they were just gatekeepers.Pulling the weapon and chambering it, I spun and charged inside, gun raised. The element of surprise was mine; they didn’t even have time to scramble. I flicked the barrel up twice and they got the message, raising their hands.I paced to the counter, behind which were a plated array of cheeses that looked and smelled as if they could walk out of the place on their own. Never understood the attraction.With another gun signal, left this time, I ushered them away from the arched doorway that led to the back. Raising the hinged counter, I stepped through to draw level with them. Perhaps not insisting they leave was foolish. My first mistake.The silent alarm was a footswitch and the guy had it covered.Adrenaline spiked but I didn’t have time to react before the swish of fabric was followed by the cold steel of a gun muzzle pressed to my temple. A voice. Female. Husky, accented English: a misspent youth of smoking.”Easy. Drop it.”I placed the gun across my body to the countertop and raised my hands. She was fast, and good, stepping behind me and moving it out of reach without giving me any angle for engaging hand-to-hand.Her pistol nudged my spine, harder than strictly necessary. “Move.”I stepped through the archway behind the counter into a short corridor. Two curtained doorways led off either side – presumably one in which my assailant had been stationed. I faked a stumble when she prodded me, leaning into one shelved wall and slipping my watch off before she jabbed me to raise my hands again. I left the timepiece there just in case. Voice activation might be useful if I needed a distraction later.She marched me towards a door ahead that opened into a tiled courtyard… no, more an atrium, its white walls stretching up to the glass above.In the centre was a chair. Some rope.A thump to the base of my skull turned everything black.~~~Convention dictates that megalomaniacs taunt their captives, deliver exposition about their nefarious plans then leave the hero in a seemingly impossible situation from which they escape to save the day. Groggily awakening tied naked to the chair with said megalomaniac gliding her pantyless crotch up and down my raging shaft wasn’t exactly in the baddie manual.I groaned. My head hurt and I flexed the Escort bayan Ankara bonds behind me, biceps cutting into the chair back. I brushed something else. Material. Warm, possibly damp. Sensing a body, I cupped my hand and she writhed against it.Ahead of me, Natalya raised her hips, drawing all the way up until I rested at her wet entrance. Up this close she was even more ravenously alluring than her file photo. All curves and fierce energy. And she smelled of jasmine or rose. Maybe both.”Throughout the ages,” she began, and I sensed exposition, “there have been many forms of torture to extract information.” Her accent was thick. “Everybody has limits, no?”I stared into her grey-green irises. Waiting.”But with men,” she leaned in and flicked her tongue across my earlobe, her breath hot, “With men, I find they crack faster when tormented.”Sinking her hips to collide with mine, she exhaled in my ear and nibbled it as she corkscrewed her way back off my bobbing cock. “There is only so much someone can take of relentless—”She eased down.”Rhythmical—”Up.”Ravenous woman.” She slipped her finger in my mouth for me to suck, impaling herself on me. Leaning back, she flipped up her tiny skirt, trailed the wet digit to her clit and circled, coating it in saliva. “She can take whatever she needs, over and over, and leave you…” She stood up and ran her silky fingertip under my nose. “Wanting.”Her companion ground her pussy against my upturned hand, slid the material aside and waited for me to crook my fingers before driving herself onto them. She fucked my hand, juices pooling in my palm.Natalya sank to her knees and spread my thighs. “Sofia here,” she purred, “is gifted at, how you say…?” Her tongue fluttered around the tip of my cock, hand slithering up my naked thigh to grasp my jittery shaft. She tugged me out of the seat as far as I could, given the bonds, “… Breaking men.”She let me return to a seated position, placed both palms on my knees, leaned in and engulfed my entirety, locking eyes with mine during the descent. I groaned and fingered Sofia as Natalya withdrew to her haunches.”Mmmm, I could do this all day.” Grasping my shoulders, she stood and stepped onto my thighs so I was gazing up her long, tanned legs to the treasure at their convergence, steadying herself by gripping my head. She bent her knees, easing her mouthwatering pussy to my face. I air-snapped and she snarled. “Greedy boy. We have barely begun, and look at you.”Her juicy cunt connected with my mouth and I shoved my tongue inside, French kissing her centre. Then she was gone, hopping off me, her secretions drying on my lips.Sofia tipped my head back, bent over to kiss me and shared her colleague’s nectar. The kiss was powerful, our lips crushing. Almost frenzied as she drove her pussy onto my upturned fingers. She bit my lip, I swear almost drawing blood as she bounced again and again until she gasped and came, drenching my hand.Natalya applauded animatedly when her compatriot stood and eased herself from my grip. “This is fun, no? And you know the best thing about woman?” She circled me then leaned to my ear, whispering, “We can come again and again, as much as you can take. And then more. But you… you men,” she spat, “are finished in one shot.”Sofia rounded to face me. Turned away, bent at the waist, flipped her skirt, thumbed the elastic of her sodden purple panties and eased them to the floor. A perfect view of her perfect rear before she stood. Bayan escort Ankara I struggled in the bonds as she spun and approached, smearing her infused knickers across my nose then balling up her underwear and stuffing the garment in my mouth.I rolled my head side-to-side as she filled me. God she smelled amazing. I craved to devour her and my cock throbbed.She leaned over and kissed me, trailing her fingertips to a nipple and gently pinching it. “Careful, baby. You wouldn’t want to come too soon.”My brow knitted as I fought the urge to hump the air, wondering if the friction of the atoms might be enough to tip me over the edge. Natalya laughed. “Did we not mention that if you come,” she raised her arm and pressed the revolver to my forehead, “you die.”I went cold. Swallowed behind the gag as she traced the muzzle of the gun’s silencer over my cheek, chest, abdomen and brushed the steel down one edge of my manhood. Despite the urgency it would not stop bobbing and swelling as the cold tip teased the exposed ridge.Natalya dropped to her knees again. Ran her tongue over the gun’s point, spitting on it, then slithered it along my inner thigh to rest against the knot of my arse. “Like I say, one shot and you are finished.” Her lips split into a crooked grin as she eyed me, descending my shaft to the hilt while I shook in the bonds, fighting the urge to paint her masterful throat with hot jets of seed.Squeezing my eyes shut, it took a moment to realise she’d pulled away, the two of us joined by a thin hammock of spit that stretched and splattered to the tiles. I snorted, writhing in the chair, eyes wild. Natalya appeared delighted.”Who do you work for? I assume Tony Parker is alias.”I shook my head. Snarled as she crept the gun barrel into my behind.”Who. Do. You. Work for?”Wiggling the gun she opened her mouth and consumed my prick once more. Sofia paced to stand behind me, kicking a block of wood by the chair and standing on it. She angled my head back again and sat on my face, humping me as I struggled. Fuck, I’d have given anything to have my tongue free so I could taste her properly. Her clit grazed my nose and her incredible scent enveloped me. When she inched forward, smothering my mouth with her pussy, my nose became buried in her musky crease. The chair began to tip backwards, rocking on its rear legs.I knew I was going to lose it and panicked. Didn’t want my arse blown off over an orgasm. Had to do something. Then it came to me in a flash. I hunkered down in the seat, seemingly to escape Natalya’s ferocious blowjob or Sofia’s delicious behind. The knot binding my right ankle slipped off the raised chair leg. I twisted my hips and the left did the same.Some might say my next move, with a loaded gun jammed up my butt and two crazy women toying with me was foolhardy. But needs must. Flexing my legs, I shoved my feet to the floor, forcing the chair to tip. As I flipped onto my back, Sofia losing her balance, I wrapped my thighs around Natalya’s neck and crossed them behind her head. Thankfully the gun slithered free as she reached to claw for my legs and the three of us sprawled to the tiles.I tightened my grip, arms aching still bound to the upended chair. Sofia scrambled free but I could see in her eyes that the life of her boss meant more to her than doing anything rash. She froze as I applied enough pressure until Natalya went slack, then released her. She’d have an almighty headache when she regained consciousness.Rolling onto my side I scrambled to my knees and roared through Sofia’s panties, spinning the chair as I pirouetted, smashing it against the wall. Free of the bonds, we were equals, albeit I was still naked. The gun was under Natalya. Sofia was unarmed. She wisely ran to the back room further off the atrium and I tugged her underwear out, gasping.
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