James Blonde

Beautiful English blonde James Blonde paced the private train cabin nervously that she shared with her mark and asset, the defector Ri Kyung, who brushed his teeth in their bathroom. Kerim had successfully removed two North Korean agents by bribing the ticket checkers but had recently been found dead with the third agent in another train cabin just before they arrived at Trieste. Things weren't going according to plan and Blonde suspected at least a fourth agent was still on the train, and she would have to change her plan to keep Kyung safe. She considered her options carefully as the train gathered more passengers at Trieste; her concentration was interrupted by impatient knocking at the door, despite the do not disturb sign being out. Retrieving her Walther PPK-s from her purse, she carefully inched the door open with the chain lock still attached, her pistol hidden behind the door and positioned to shoot through.

A tall, muscular blond-haired man stood on the outside and did not attempt to get any closer to her personal space. He was dressed like a tourist with a simple T-shirt and trousers and looked over his shoulders before speaking.

"Excuse me. Could I borrow a match?" the man whispered.

"I use a lighter," replied Blonde.

"Better still."

"Until they go wrong."

"Captain Norman Nash. MI6 Italy station. X sent me to help you."

"Join us for dinner within the hour," she said before shutting the door behind her. Although Nash recited their coded greeting exactly, she was unsure if she could trust him, especially considering the very suspicious circumstances surrounding Kerim's death. Only two people onboard would know Kerim was MI6: herself and Kyung.

Kyung stepped out of the bathroom smiling; it quickly turned to a grimace of pain as Blonde forcefully twisted his arm.

"Did you tell anyone about us?" she asked suspiciously.

"James! Please! I love you!" pleaded Kyung.

Blonde just scowled at him.

"I'm sure," replied Blonde.

"I was told by North Korean intelligence to seduce you and give you a USB drive, nothing more. I haven't spoken to anyone since we first met at the hotel. Please, James! I do want to defect! I do feel something for you!"

Likely the forceful ejaculations he gave while fornicating with her, thought Blonde, but his story made sense, as Kerim was shadowing him for weeks before they met, and had bugged his phone.

"Let's wash up and be ready for dinner," she commanded.

The two managed to squeeze into the tiny shower cubicle together and cleaned each other off. She quickly lathered his body with soap, then gently massaged it off.

He did the same, first properly shampooing and massaging her scalp, then working the stress out of her tense neck and shoulders. Next, he washed her back, then reached around the front to fondle her breasts, after which his hands washed her eight-pack. His hands returned to her backside to wash her buttocks, then up and down her lean, sexy long legs, finally stopping after washing her feet.

They stepped out of the shower and dried up, and as Kyung quickly put on a dress shirt and slacks, she dried her gorgeous long blonde hair while contemplating Nash. He knew MI6 protocol, but the timing of his appearance immediately after Kerim's death was very suspicious, despite the secure message X sent earlier promising help. She decided not to trust him yet and decided to take extra precautions.

"My skin feels dry. Rub me full of body lotion," she commanded.

Kyung eagerly squeezed lotion onto his hands and began at her feet, his hands quickly traveling up and down her legs. He then rubbed lotion into her buttocks, his sulkiness from her earlier scolding evaporating as his hands went up her back, lathering it fully with slippery lotion. He then rubbed her shoulder blades, traveled up to lotion her neck, then walked around to her front.

Once in front, Kyung lotioned her face, starting from the forehead down to her chin, then ran his fingers down over her breasts to her pelvis. He paused to add more lotion to his hands, then thoroughly lathered her arms and hands. Moving to her waist, he rubbed up her eight-pack, cupped her breasts, and fondled the lotion into them, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

Unlike Kyung, Blonde chose a simple and cheap T-shirt dress with a very short hemline to proudly display her top-tier legs. When they went to the dinner car to meet Nash, Kyung beamed proudly as Blonde played their cover as husband and wife. They made pointless small talk as they were in public, and at the end, Nash grabbed the check and invited himself to their cabin, which further raised her suspicions.

After letting him in, Kyung lay down on their bed and was soon snoring loudly; she didn't think he was so tired, especially since he slept in this morning. Nash and Blonde began discussing mission details, culminating with his request to see the source code, which Blonde had secretly already confirmed as real. She turned around to grab her special suitcase, took out the original USB drive, and turned to hand it over to Nash.

When she looked, she saw Nash standing, holding a silenced pistol pointed directly at her heart. After some small talk, Nash could not hide his sociopathic egomania and stupidly spilled all his secrets to her:

"I was a British army deserter. My name's Donovan Grant, but I'm called Red because I first defected to China, which then fired me for cruel and unnecessary violence, so I joined SLUTS as their chief executioner. They got sick and tired of you humiliating them, so they pretended to be North Korean intelligence and recruited this loser wannabe spy to get close to you. Don't worry, I bribed the cook to drug his food, so he won't be bothering us tonight. By the way, how was he in bed?"

Blonde deliberately just shrugged her shoulders, as she wanted to keep her blood circulating with subtle gestures, to be ready to move quickly. As the egomaniac kept rambling on and throwing out names of SLUTS operatives while playing with his pistol impatiently, she feigned fright and shuddered in her seat.

"I was the one who killed Kerim. I was here the whole time. I filmed you and Kyung every time you two fucked. Once I shoot you both, I'm going to dump a copy of the videos onto a USB drive and leave it for the police to find. Next day all the websites will be headlining how a British agent betrayed her country for a North Korean agent! Think about it! Sex, spies, murder. Your reputation will be ruined. Now, I know you are not stupid. Hand me the backup copy you made," said Grant menacingly, as his finger pressed a shy more on the trigger.

Blonde took full advantage of the opportunity and nodded as if she was a meek woman intimidated by this childish bully, and reached for her special suitcase.

"I'm not stupid either. Open it facing me," said Grant coldly.

Even better, though Blonde to herself, as she turned the suitcase towards him, and slowly put the combination into the lock, opening exactly as Q had taught her, closing her eyes in faux concentration.

The flash grenade went off and lighted the whole room, but Blonde's eyes were closed the whole time, even when Grant fired wildly; she held the Kevlar armored case in front of her and felt the bullets lodge themselves into the suitcase, almost knocking it out of her hands. When the light passed, she opened her eyes and stepped out of the line of fire while grabbing Grant's wrist and thumb, forcing him to drop his pistol.

When the pistol fell, Grant blindly tried to rip Blonde's hands off of him, but the lotion had made her skin too slimy and she easily slipped out of his grip. In desperation, he grabbed onto her dress, but as it was such poor quality he only ripped it off, leaving her in nothing but her white bra and matching panty; normally her gorgeous face combined with her beautiful lean and athletic naked body would distract any man, but Grant was still semi-blinded.

Taking advantage of his blindness, Blonde caught him by his armpit when he threw a wild haymaker, and using the momentum of his blind strike, flipped him onto his back. He was far too big and strong for her to fight him standing up, despite her extensive Wing Chun training, so she wanted to take the battle to the floor and use her jiu-jitsu skills to incapacitate him.

She manipulated her flip so he hit the floor hard, but was unable to manipulate him to land on his head; she quickly held onto his arm and slid down to wrap her legs around him in a technique to place pressure on his spine. As she did so, he desperately clawed at her lean, lotioned, long, and sexy legs to no effect as they were still too slippery for him to even get enough friction to scratch her. Now that she had him trapped she held one arm tight while he tried to hit her with the other; as he was choking he was rapidly losing strength, but Blonde continued putting on the pressure. His desperate attempts to pull her legs off were futile as they were still slippery from all the lotion she had Kyung apply earlier. She looked into his eyes as she deliberately applied killing pressure, enjoying the look of fear taking control over the psychotic's arrogance, and ultimately ending his life.

Blonde quickly dragged Grant's corpse underneath their bed and finally managed to wake Kyung, who was still groggy from Grant's drugging. Depositing Grant's smartphone, pistol, and money into her suitcase, she led Kyung away from their cabin and into the luggage cars. Luckily it was late so when she and Kyung jumped off with only her suitcase in hand, nobody saw them as they rolled on the grass to dissipate the momentum. Based on the time since they left Trieste, Blonde estimated where they were and grabbing Kyung by the hand, let him across the grassy fields in only her undergarments, towards the shoreline of the Gulf of Trieste. After a quick search, they happened across a speedboat loaded with fuel canisters, which they stole and sped west toward Venice.

Blonde drove the speedboat hard, eager to get to Venice where MI6 and the Italian police were expecting them, so she was focused on seeing ahead in the darkness, standing in only her white cotton bra and panties. Her muscles flexed as she steered across the bumpy waves, reflecting the pale moonlight off her body. As she bent lower to check the compass, she accidentally bumped into a hard object directly behind her.

"Sorry," she mumbled to Kyung.

However, this time she felt his hardness make gentle contact with her behind, then push harder into her panties. You'd think by now the guy would be more worried for his life than getting laid again, she thought to herself, as she felt his hands slide up the outside of her thighs. The hands then traveled up over her abdominal muscles until they reached her chest, upon which they grabbed and fondled her breasts as he pressed himself against her body.

His lips began kissing gently along her shoulders and the back of her neck until he kissed his way to her cheek; she however did not dare turn to face him as she was focused on driving the boat. Instead, they both reached their tongues out and French kissed in the air. While their tongues danced in the cool summer night breeze, his fingers found the clasp to her bra and undid it, sliding her bra down her arms until she quickly lifted her hands from the steering wheel to get it off completely, then returned her attention to driving the boat.

As she drove hard towards Venice, which was still far from sight, she heard the sound of pants being unzipped and clothes dropping to the deck of the boat. Then his hands slid into her panties from the top, and he slid them down, with his palms caressing her legs all the way. As she stepped out of her panties and kicked them to the side, she took a quick look over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being chased. When she returned her attention to driving, she felt warm, hard flesh pressing directly into the slit between her labia lips from behind.

"Stop! No, sticking your thing into me without a condom on top of it!" she commanded.

Kyung grudgingly withdrew and searched their clothes, purses, and suitcase for condoms; Blonde realized that in their rush to escape, they had left their condoms behind.

"It's OK, I have an idea. Lie down," she said.

As he obediently lay down on his back, Blonde straddled him, resting on her knees so that her labia was direct atop his erection; he desperately thrusted up a few times to make contact with no success.

"Relax. We're going to do something together, but it's not going in me as we don't have condoms," said Blonde with a soothing English accent.

Lowering herself a little, she grabbed onto his phallus, its dark golden purple head popping up and down in her hand, and pressed his glans against her clitoris. She then wielded his erection like a joystick, rubbing his glans back and forth along her labia lips, then carefully and slowly on the slit between, allowing only the tip of his glans to gently slip in between. As they reveled in their debauchery, their breathing began to increase in pace, and both sighed and groaned at various intervals.

Blonde then pressed his erection against his stomach and held it firmly, then slowly slid down to press her slit against the underside of his phallus, causing Kyung to grunt primally. Her thumb holding his glans down against his abdomen, she began to slide her slit back and forth along his penis, causing her labia lips to open and wrap around his shaft like a large mouth. She would slide forward until her clitoris hit her thumb, upon which she would slide back until she felt his scrotum and testicles against the connection of her labia lips, then slide forward again. Although not as satisfying as raw coitus, the sensitivity of their nerves rubbing against each other was very pleasurable, and after some time, their moaning and breathing synchronized. Additionally, after some wiggling of his hips beneath her, he found a movement that brought as much contact between the underside of his penis and her inner labia as possible, maximizing their mutual pleasure. Now that they found this pinnacle of carnal enjoyment, nature, and instinct took control of their primal sounds and movements as they grunted and ground in sensual symphony.

Blonde felt Kyung twitch beneath her and managed to throw herself off of him before his body suddenly jerked, his glans ejaculating semen onto his stomach. She grabbed his shaft and fisted it vigorously, pumping out all the semen that she could, before lying down beside him to rest.