James Blonde

James Blonde watched from a distance as a large, fat, bald, aging man played Bridge with another man, and continued beating the other man at cards; it seemed as if the aging man could see his opponent's cards. The man who was winning was Auric Goldfinger, whom X had instructed her to investigate, and to that end, Blonde carefully circled the area, wearing only a tiny white bikini while checking the resort's upper floors for anyone who could be helping Goldfinger cheat. The Miami sun glistened off her sunscreen skin, making her long golden blonde hair, small firm breasts, and lean, long, and athletic legs glow, drawing the attention of the many men and some women who sat along the beach, but she was so focused on Goldfinger she did not notice them until a young waiter asked her for her drink order.

"Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred. With a slice of lemon peel on top please," asked Blonde politely in her native Northern English accent.

While the waiter, wearing only white shorts and a T-shirt, walked away, Blonde looked over at the resort windows facing the table where Goldfinger and his opponent were playing Bridge. She scanned the resort one floor at a time, moving up and checking each row of windows one window at a time, until she saw one dark window with its curtains drawn, but no one visible. Clever Goldfinger, Blonde thought to herself as the waiter returned with her drink, the only cocktail on the small circular tray he carried around with him. Fourth floor, ten windows from the east end of the resort; Blonde resolved to visit the room.

Blonde finished her drink while walking through the resort, leaving her empty glass on a drink tray before taking the elevator up to the fourth floor where she remembered seeing the one window with no curtains, and walked to the very end of the hallway, then back ten rooms, ending at a door with the number 469 above the peephole, which she was careful to avoid, and a do not disturb sign hanging on the handle. She almost used the MI6 card to override the door lock but realized the deadbolt was probably set from the inside, so she knocked and stepped away from the peephole so that whoever was within could see her entire body, still in the bikini, and grabbed a serving tray but held it at the edge of the view from the peephole.

"Who is it?" a voice from behind the door asked.

"Room service. Your drink is here, courtesy of Mr. Goldfinger," replied Blonde.

Within a second that door was unlocked and opened by a tall, handsome young man with a Caucasian white skin complexion and short blond hair, who at first looked shocked when seeing she had no alcohol, allowing Blonde to rush in quickly before he realized there was no drink for him, grab his face within both hands, and kiss him on the lips. She then quickly walked to the window, where she saw a telescope mounted at the base of the window, angled down, and sat behind the telescope, following the angle with her eyes, confirming she could see Goldfinger's opponent's cards. Lying on a table beside the window was a Bluetooth headset, likely connected to a simple Wi-Fi-based intercom system. She looked over her shoulder at the man she shoved aside, and noticed he was wearing only a pair of shorts, and was consumed with checking her out instead of trying to get back to helping Goldfinger.

"What are you going to do?" asked the young man.

"Nothing to you. I may tease Goldfinger a bit. Move over like a good boy and let me have a look." replied Blonde in her natural English accent, thinking of what she was going to do with him after teasing Goldfinger.

"What's your name?" asked Blonde.

"Jim Masterton," he replied.

Blonde picked up the Bluetooth headset and spoke into the microphone, her voice quiet, calm, and menacing:

"Take out your checkbook and write a cheque for $50000. That is to be made up as follows, thirty-five you have taken from your bridge opponent. Ten for my fee. The extra five for wasting so much of your opponent's valuable time."

Goldfinger did exactly as he was told, and when he got up to leave, looked directly at the telescope, rage in his eyes.

"I'd forgotten. One last thing. I shall be taking a hostage. Your associate Jim Masterton. Don't try to find me."

With that, Blonde quickly grabbed Jim by the arm and dragged him out of the room, down the stairs in case Goldfinger was coming up the elevators, out through the back entrance, where she had the valet bring her car, while she looked around to make sure Goldfinger or his men weren't trying to find them. Within a few short minutes, the valet returned with her MI6-issued vehicle, a silver Aston Martin DBS Coupe. After tipping the valet generously, Blonde got into the driver's seat while another attendant held the door for Masterton, and the two drove off together to her hotel in downtown Miami, the Four Seasons. After leaving her car with the valet, Blonde took Masterton with her up to her suite, putting out the do not disturb sign and locking the deadbolt behind her.

No time was wasted with small talk, as Masterton knew why she brought him here. Their lips locked immediately after the door was closed, and their tongues danced as their arms wrapped around each other; she felt his fingers expertly undo her bikini top and remove it, exposing her nipples to the cool air. Their mouths parted as Masterton leaned down and wrapped his mouth around her nipples, sucking on them and her breasts; Blonde was not surprised at how badly he wanted to bed her as she noticed him staring lecherously at her while driving, with only her bikini to cover her.

She then stuck her tongue out and licked his shoulder, put her hands in his shorts, then knelt, running her tongue down his body while simultaneously pulling his shorts down. when she looked up, his erect member was directly in front of her face, so she licked the underside of his shaft, up and down, then sucked his glans into her mouth, keeping her lips sealed around his penis so when she pulled it out it made a quiet popping sound.

Taking his phallus in her hand, she led him by it to the bed, took out a condom, and wrapped it tightly around it. She then took out some lubricant and thoroughly smeared the condom with it. Afterward, she climbed onto the bed on all fours, her rear facing him.

Masterton took her thong and slid it off slowly and gently, being sure to caress her sexy lean athletic legs while doing so. Her labia was visible to him, he took the lubricant and smeared it all over her labia lips, rubbing up and down her slit with his fingertips, eliciting soft moans from her as he did so. He then lined his erection up with it, and gently guided it between her labia lips, rubbing up and down them to gently ease it in. After some careful pumping, he managed to grease his shaft deep into her vagina and slowly began pumping in and out, increasing the pace of his thrusting with each cycle.

Blonde was already moaning as the underside of his condom rubbed against the top of her vagina, and she found herself bumping back into him to increase his penetration as much as possible. She felt his hands grab her waist to guide her movements, and their motions quickly coordinated into a smooth blissful symphony of primal grunts and wet slapping noises. She closed her eyes as her senses focused completely on their coitus, her pleasure enhanced as he climbed onto the bed on top of her, leaning in close so his chest touched her back and his hands reached under to wrap around her breasts, fondling them as he thrust into her passionately. Their subconscious minds took over, and animal instinct guided their motions to a quicker pace; they both could only moan and groan in ecstasy.

Suddenly Masterton pumped hard into her, and she felt his condom expand; she in turn suddenly sat up, raising him with her, and her body spasmed violently with satisfaction, shaking him as well, as she sighed with satisfaction. He pumped into her again, his condom expanding a tiny bit more, and her body shook again, though this timeless. They continued this pattern for four more cycles until his condom no longer expanded within her, and then collapsed onto the bed into a spooning position, breathing heavily, and thoroughly exhausted.