James Blonde

James Blonde lay awake as Masterton snored, one arm wrapped around her chest with his hand cupped around her breast.  His softened penis had already slipped out of her vagina, which had almost returned to its regular tightness; at this point, Blonde did not feel so open and was comfortable enough to get out of bed.

She looked over her shoulder to admire her new lover's sculpted abdominals and chiselled facial features, then walked to her luggage.  She intended to spy on Goldfinger today and decided to disguise herself as a hunter, as his estate was hidden in a wooded suburb outside Miami.  After quietly searching through her items, she put on a typical white panties with a matching sports bra, then some camouflage-patterned short shorts to show off her gorgeous, long, firm, and athletic legs.  She finished her cover with a pair of matching camouflage hunting boots, then scribbled a brief note for Masterton on the hotel-provided writing pad, cautioning him to stay in her room and not have contact with anyone until her return.

After exiting her suite and hanging the do-not-disturb sign on the door handle, she took the elevator down to the main lobby, where a group of young men were lecherously observing the young women in bikinis that strolled by; as Blonde walked past them, the men suddenly turned to gaze at her, upsetting the other young women around.  She quickly made her way to the valet and walked up to the attendant on duty, a short but stocky young Hispanic man who politely acknowledged her.

"Hello, miss?" the attendant asked, obviously because he wanted to know a beautiful blonde.

"Blonde.  James Blonde.  Good day to you, sir.  Please get my car," she replied politely, and handed him the keys to her Aston Martin DBS coupe.

The attendant called someone on his smartphone, and within minutes, another attendant arrived in an electric golf cart, took the keys from him, and drove off.  Within five minutes, the other attendant drove into the hotel's main entranceway with her sports car, provided by MI6 for this mission.

Blonde tipped the attendants generously, as she intended to charge the expense to the mission.  The attendant opened the driver's door for her, and as she put her legs into the car one at a time, she noticed the men in the area could not help but admire her beauty.  Once seated, the attendant shut her door, and she sped off towards the highway.

Throughout her drive, Blonde glanced regularly at her rear and side view mirrors to ensure she was not being followed.  When she was within 15 minutes of Goldfinger's estate, she got off the highway and drove into a wooded area where her car could not be easily seen.  From that point, she walked briskly through the bushes and trees, always staying close to taller plants until she was at the edge of the forest, which bordered onto Goldfinger's property.  Lying down behind some bushes, she took out a pair of binoculars and scanned every window in the mansion ahead until she saw Goldfinger seated on a rocking chair, talking on his smartphone behind a pair of French doors leading to the patio.  Despite the distance, with her binoculars, she was able to read his lips and learned he would be stuck at his mansion until 2:30, after which he would have to rush off to another meeting.  She watched as Goldfinger then wished the caller well, ended the call, and then disappeared from view.

Satisfied with the intelligence she had just gathered, Blonde returned quickly to her car and raced down the highway back to her hotel in Miami, with the intention of gathering Masterton into the witness protection program before going back to Goldfinger's mansion to follow him to his next meeting.  This time, Blonde parked her Aston Martin in the hotel's outdoor public parking lot with the intention of keeping Masterton away from the valets.

When Blonde finally reached the floor of her suite, she noticed a serving cart parked near her room, which made her uncomfortable as she left instructions to Masterton not to meet anyone.

Fearing the worst, Blonde reached into her purse, found her concealed Walther PPK, removed the safety and aimed it ahead of her, the gun still hidden within her purse. She slowly walked towards her hotel room and noticed the Do Not Disturb sign was missing, and her door was ajar. After she confirmed no one was hidden for the express purpose of ambushing her, she carefully opened her door and stepped inside, but to the side, quickly closing the door while confirming nobody was hiding behind it or anywhere else in her room. She drew her pistol from her purse, checked the closet, then behind a sofa, and finally through the window to the building across the street to ensure no sniper was awaiting her.

Holding the Walther PPK in front of her with both hands, she slowly entered the bedroom and then raised one hand to cover her mouth as she gaped in horror at the sight before her.

Before her, lying bound and gagged on her bed, was Jim Masterton, whose eyes were frozen in terror by the coat of gold paint covering him, which obviously suffocated him slowly. Blonde quickly grabbed her belongings, then called her old CIA friend Felix Leiter, who now worked for the private investigation firm Pinkerton's, and hoped she could arrange for the police investigation not to interfere with her mission.

Enraged, Blonde sped back to Goldfinger's mansion in her Aston Martin, arriving at her hiding spot just before 14:30, and carefully followed his limousine to an old warehouse outside of Miami. To complete her ruse, she drove past the warehouse to the next exit and drove back towards the warehouse on hidden pathways through a forest to avoid being seen. After parking in a hidden spot within the wooded area, she crept to the edge of the woods and scanned the windows of the warehouse with her binoculars until she saw Goldfinger standing and speaking to several seated attendees, upon which she focused her binoculars on his lips.

As they conversed, Blonde was able to identify the attendees by reading their lips and carefully following Goldfinger's eyes with her binoculars. The two men dressed in suits were top lieutenants from the former Spang brothers' criminal organisation, which she had destroyed. Beside them sat three women, the tallest having dark shoulder-length black hair, very pale white skin, and violet eyes set within a beautiful face. From reading Goldfinger's lips, Blonde learnt her name was Pussy Galore, the leader of the Cement Mixers, an all-lesbian criminal organisation headquartered in Harlem. Standing beside Goldfinger was a tall, muscular Korean man with a moustache whom he referred to as "Oddjob", which Blonde thought was a very demeaning moniker for what looked to be a skilled henchman that she would undoubtedly have difficulty fighting.

Blonde's concentration was disturbed by some rustling in the leaves about ten meters from her hiding spot. She carefully crept low from her spot to check on the disturbance, which quickly revealed itself as a short, attractive man who looked very similar to Jim Masterton; likely his brother, Blonde thought to herself. He must have heard of his brother's murder from the news, and based on what Jim Masterton was doing for Goldfinger, assumed him the murderer and came here for vengeance, as he was holding a hunting rifle with a telescopic sight pointed at the warehouse. Obviously not a well-thought-out plan, she noted, as he would be visible from the warehouse lot.

Several crows suddenly flew out from the forest, startling Blonde. Obviously, Goldfinger's guards had already spotted Masterton and were closing in on their position.

With mere minutes to react, Blonde conjured up a cover story very quickly and jogged over to the Masterton brother, who was clumsily attempting to aim his rifle, which she thought was likely purchased just today. She sat down on a patch of grass beside Masterton, startling him, and whispered to him.

"Are you Jim Masterton's brother?

The man nodded nervously. He looked like he had never held a firearm before.

"Hear the barking dogs? They're after you because you did a horrible job of hiding here."

The man looked extremely nervous.

"Are you Jim Masterton's brother?"

The man nodded nervously.

"What's your name?"

"Tim. And yours?"

"Blonde. James Blonde."

Blonde then took a blanket from her backpack and laid it on the soft grass, then started to undress, and Tim Masterton's eyes opened wide in delight and lust.

"Relax," she whispered loudly, "this is the only excuse I could think of for you being here with me that won't raise any suspicions with them."

They both stripped down to their underwear, and Blonde lay on her back upon the blanket as Masterton crawled on top of her, plunging his tongue into her open mouth. He kisses just like his brother, Blonde thought to herself. She was so busy in her thoughts, comparing the two brothers, she didn't even realise he had kissed his way down her upper body and was quickly sliding her panties off. He placed his hands on either knee, then slid them down her legs, spreading them. Blonde rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you can go down on me, but that's it!" she whispered loudly as the sounds of footsteps and barking dogs came ever so closer.

Tim Masterton wasted no time and dove his face directly into her exposed temple and nibbled and licked her labia, which tickled her. Again, she rolled her eyes.

"Stop! What are you doing here?" said a guard with an assault rifle who had just emerged from behind some bushes.

Blonde shrieked in faux terror; Tim played along by suddenly jumping up. More guards arrived, and they quickly dressed and were led by gunpoint into the warehouse where Goldfinger and Oddjob were waiting for them.

"What an unpleasant surprise, Miss Blonde," Goldfinger spoke cruelly.

After some chiding from Blonde, Goldfinger, in typical megalomaniac fashion, casually explained his scheme to her: he named it "Operation Grand Slam", and intended to set off a stolen nuclear warhead within Fort Knox to destroy most of the US gold reserves, thus driving up the value of his own gold. Blonde could not help but poke fun at Goldfinger's twisted logic.

Next, Blonde and Tim Masterton were bound to a large saw track, with her ahead of him; Blonde purposely kept her muscles flexed as they tied the rope tightly around her wrists and ankles. She glanced at her feet, and about seven meters in front of her was a giant circular saw designed to cut steel plates in half; Goldfinger clearly had a sadistic streak, she mused. As he and Oddjob walked away, Goldfinger pressed a button that started the deadly saw to spin. While Blonde struggled desperately to squeeze out of her handcuffs, the track began to move them closer to the saw.

"So, Goldfinger, you expect me to talk?" asked Blonde, her voice clearly under duress.

"No, Miss Blonde, I expect you to die," replied Goldfinger as he and Oddjob left through the door, shutting it on their way out.

Fortunately, Oddjob was careless as he had left Blonde's smartwatch on her wrist, which was always listening.

"Car, come to me!" Blonde shouted at her watch.

Blonde relaxed her muscles and began to wiggle free of her restraints.

As the sound of the saw became louder and her feet slowly approached it, she heard the beautiful sound of the Aston Martin speeding over dirt and grass towards her.

Suddenly, the car crashed through the wall and screeched to a halt in front of the saw, as Blonde expected.

"Car, shoot out the saw," Blonde shouted, hoping the artificial intelligence Q branch had installed in the Aston Martin DBS coupe would work.

The loud rattling of machine guns filled the warehouse as the car fired on the circular saw, breaking its supports and causing it to fall onto the floor, powerless. After some wiggling, Blonde managed to free her wrists and ankles, got off the track and freed Tim Masterton. The two then got into her Aston Martin, which was undamaged due to Q branch's armour plating, and drove off towards Fort Knox in Kentucky, hoping to get there before Goldfinger.

"You sure you want to come with me?" asked Blonde, her English accent exposing her concern at Masterton accompanying her on this mission.

"Yeah. I have to do this. I have to get Goldfinger for my brother."

However, as Blonde followed his eyes, which were carefully examining the musculature of her lean, firm and athletic legs, she suspected he had an ulterior motive for wanting to be with her. Both brothers thought alike, she guessed, but she decided to focus on ensuring they weren't being followed.

Blonde decided to call her old friend, Felicity "Felix" Leiter, as they raced down the highway, but she was quickly directed to voicemail. She left her a message and hoped Felix would get it in time. As a precaution, Blonde dictated a text message over her phone's AI (artificial intelligence), detailing everything Goldfinger had told her regarding Operation Grand Slam, and hoped Felix would see the notification on her smartphone screen.

Once they reached Atlanta, Blonde continued past the city to the Hampton Inn at Cartersville, as it was on the way to Fort Knox and less likely to be full, though far less luxurious than the hotels she usually stayed at while on MI6's expense account.

As expected, the hotel had a spare room, so Blonde paid cash for it and used one of her cover identities to ensure Goldfinger would not find them easily. As they walked towards their room, Blonde felt Masterton's eyes admiring her firm, athletic buttocks and legs as she moved; she glanced at his groin to confirm and saw the bulge slowly forming in his pants.

She checked the hallway, and since it was empty, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulled out his erection and dragged him by the shaft into their room. She took out her phone and left Felix another voicemail with her location; meanwhile, Masterton had gone down on his knees and licked her legs.

Blonde looked down on him and smiled.

"Come, let's continue this in the bath," her English accent tinged with seductiveness.

As he stood, she grasped his erection once again and led him into the bathroom, which contained just a single unit shower and bathtub. It was less luxurious than what she usually enjoyed while on a mission, but it was more than enough. She filled the bath with warm water while Masterton removed her clothing; once she was nude, she returned the favour and stripped Masterton of all his clothes. Tim took a condom out of his pocket, which Blonde rolled over his giant, erect member.

They stepped into the warm, relaxing bath water together, shampooed each other's hair, and lathered each other's bodies with the hotel's body wash; Blonde sat back, closed her eyes and enjoyed Masterton's hands exploring her breasts and legs.

She then wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted herself up, and positioned herself so her love canal was directly above his throbbing glans. Carefully, she put one foot upon his shoulder, and let the weight slowly slide her down; Tim must have figured out what she was planning as his hands grasped her thin waist and held her firmly, and he gently pushed up with his penis, his glans gently parting her labia.

When Blonde put her other foot on top of his other shoulder, Masterton naturally thrust up, and she felt the latex wrapping of his glans gently slip between her labia lips. Now that he was inside her, he began rocking her viciously up and down along his erection, while also regularly thrusting up into her. Blonde expected this, as he probably guessed the danger they would be in tomorrow when they intercept Operation Grand Slam, and like her, he wanted to fuck one last time in case he died.

Her breasts bounced up and down, splashing water onto the bathroom floor, as she savoured the feeling of his penis rubbing against her lower vagina. The rhythm of their intercourse was neither gentle nor passionate, but raw and primal as they enjoyed this basic human function together, the two of them grunting and gasping as they focused on the vigorous intimate friction between them.

Suddenly, Tim Masterton slammed her down hard onto his phallus, and he suddenly began to thrust up into her every few seconds, grunting each time, holding her tightly down on him for maximum penetration. Blonde knew he was orgasming as she felt his condom expand within her love canal.

Exhausted, the two untangled their limbs, rinsed off their hair, dried up and went to sleep.

The next morning, the front desk woke them up at eight o'clock and told them a package had arrived for them. Suspicious, Blonde went down herself, her Walther PPK pistol cocked and hidden in her purse as she walked up to the front desk. Upon checking the packaging, she was relieved to see it was a rush package from Felix Leiter.

She brought the box, which felt light, up to her room, where Tim had already woken. She opened the box and found tactical clothing and gear within, along with a handwritten note from Felix Leiter. Blonde smiled. She was now ready to stop Operation Grand Slam.