James Blonde

British agent James Blonde parked her SEAL Delivery Vehicle (SDV) under a pier, then swam up to a sharp cliff just north of Tampico, Mexico, where X had sent her to destroy a heroin lab controlled by MS13 and several Mexican cartels; both MI6 and Mexican law enforcement felt she would be perfect for the job due to her experience in the SBS (Special Boat Service). Dropping her oxygen tank into the water, she carefully scaled the cliff using standard mountain climbing gear, being careful not to make too much noise.

As she reached the top, a guard stumbled across her and kicked her hand, causing her to roll off the edge, but luckily the hooks she had been nailing into the rock held her otherwise she would have crashed onto the rocky shoreline, and although the cliff was not high, she would still have suffered serious trauma. Pulling herself up, she watched the guard walk away, then return with a rope and lean over the edge to kick out a support hook. Seizing the opportunity as both his hands were holding the rope so he couldn't use his AK-47 assault rifle, she threw a shuriken and struck the guard in the Adam's apple. Clutching at his throat, he released the rope, lost balance, and fell over the ledge, but Blonde still managed to grab his AK-47 off of him before he hit the rocky shoreline, the sound of his bones breaking masked by the waves crashing against the rocks.

Now on top, Blonde crouched low, despite her black wetsuit, flippers, and waterproof balaclava mask matching perfectly with the night sky, and proceeded to an old grain silo, without encountering more resistance, since the satellite videos showed her the guards' usual patrol pattern. Quickly scurrying in through a door and closing it behind her, she looked around to see test tubes, flutes, bunsen burners, and other chemistry equipment required to produce narcotics. However, a gleam of light caught her eye, and when she found the source, it was a very small box filled with gold coins, which she decided to take with her. She then took explosives out of her waterproof bag, planted them around the facility, armed them with a timer, and quickly escaped with the gold, but not before carefully taking digital photographs of the facility.

She quickly removed her wetsuit, underneath which she had on a casual yellow summer dress with a hem that covered only a third of her thighs and walked into town pretending to be a typical tourist. After searching through some back streets, she visited a bar where her mole in MS-13 was waiting. He was a tall, handsome Hispanic man with short black hair and a lean build, as she could see he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with shorts. After some flirtatious banter, Blonde decided to seduce intel about the gold coins from him rather than torture him for the information, and eagerly went upstairs with him, just as the explosives went off.

They quickly entered the manager's office, where he locked the door for privacy. As they began kissing, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over and off her, displaying her firm, lean athletic body as she was naked underneath. He then sat her down on a chair and removed his shirt, then knelt in front of her and sucked on her breasts and nipples. Kissing down the center of her torso, over her abs, he arrived at her pubic region and licked his way to her clitoris.

Placing both legs over his shoulders, Blonde moaned as his hands squeezed her breasts while his tongue ran up and down her labia, with the tip sometimes slipping into her slit. While he practiced his oral technique on her, she reached over and took out a gold coin from her bag; as she did so he fumbled with his belt buckle, eventually unclasping it and unzipping his pants, which he let drop to the floor.

"When did the cartels start taking gold coins in payment for drugs?" she asked in her native English accent, between heavy aroused breathing.

"Recently, a guy named Goldfinger asked them to get as much gold as possible," he replied, then stood up, his giant tanned erection pointed directly at her.

Blonde stood up and took out a condom from her purse, passed it to her informant, and while he put it on, grabbed some lubricant from her purse as well. When his erection was sheathed in the rubber, she applied lubricant to it, then rubbed the rest over her labia lips.

The informant then lifted her leg and impatiently eased his condom-covered penis in between her labia lips, and thrust his glans into her vagina gently. Once inside, he began pumping into her with abandon, causing them both to breathe heavily and grunt primally periodically.

"How do MS-13 and the cartels know Goldfinger?" she inquired between gasps of delight.

Her informant withdrew from her, turned her around, bent her over a desk, gently eased his erect condom into her, and began slamming his rock-solid phallus into her again, the wet slapping sounds of lubricant and mashing genitalia adding to the noisy cacophony of their verbal grunts and moans of ecstasy.

"He is their money launderer," explained the informant, between grunts of pleasure.

"Keep talking lover," replied Blonde as she pushed back, driving his condom deeper into her.

He excitedly pumped his phallus as fast and hard into her as he could, and added, "He is also a SLUTS."

"But he's a man," she insisted.

"I meant the Special League of Underworld, Terrorists, and Seditionists."

With that, he suddenly thrust hard into her, and she felt the rubber tip expand within her as he ejaculated some semen into her. Well, at least she managed to glean important intelligence from him, albeit he was a mediocre lover at best. As she faked her orgasm, her informant lost balance and collapsed onto a chair behind her, his condom now flaccid and without strength.

"Where may I find this Goldfinger?" asked Blonde.

"He lives in Miami," he replied.