James Blonde

Beautiful MI6 agent James Blonde suddenly awoke when her alarm went off, and despite being dazed, managed to remove the heavy palm of Tim Masterton, which was wrapped around her breast. She attempted to roll out of bed, but was stopped by a warm and hard morning erection that had formed just within her labia lips; in her attempts to gently slip out, she inadvertently nudged Masterton awake, who instinctively began thrusting, attempting to penetrate her again.

"Darling, not now. I don't want to go into a firefight with a used vagina," she explained softly in her native English accent, and she quickly got out of bed.

Masterton only groaned and started to stretch.

After they both washed up and dressed up in sweats, Blonde treated Masterton to breakfast in the hotel restaurant, where she ate a hearty meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a large salad of leafy greens paired with a glass of orange juice and milk each. She had no intention of walking into battle on an empty stomach.

They rushed over to the FBI office nearest Fort Knox, where they learned that Felix had received Blonde's messages and had notified the authorities. The agents were very cooperative and did not challenge her when she explained Masterton was with her as an observer; instead, they provided them with FBI tactical gear and armed them both with Heckler and Koch MP5 machine guns and three full magazines each.

Fully dressed and armed as the other FBI SWAT officers, they joined them on a large white Osprey Vertical Take-Off and Landing (VTOL) transport plane, whose two engines situated in the middle of each wing rotated down to lift them up off the runway. Once in the sky, the engines rotated to propel them towards their destination, Fort Knox, which the FBI fully expected to now be under attack by Goldfinger's convoy.

When they neared their destination, Blonde looked out and saw billows of smoke float up from the famous gold repository, as well as the regular flashing of what likely was automatic weapons fire. Despite Felix Leiter's forewarning, it appeared the Secret Service contingent guarding the vaults was overwhelmed by Goldfinger's gangsters.

Their transport plane slowed and hovered gently towards the main vault building, with law enforcement officers raining bullets down into Goldfinger's convoy, which had breached their defenses and had encircled the vault. As the officers continued their suppression fire, the transport plane moved above the building, where Blonde threw down a rope and rappelled down onto the roof with one hand while shooting at would-be attackers with her MP5 in her other hand. Once she landed on the flat roof, she held the rope steady as Tim Masterton rappelled down with both hands.

The two of them ducked down and circled the roof, shooting down on Goldfinger's troops while other Ospreys delivered National Guard soldiers into other areas of Fort Knox to take on the other criminals. Blonde found a vent, removed it, and crawled down the shaft with Masterton until they were inside; she could feel him gazing at her firm and lean buttocks. They broke another vent and entered a maintenance room, then snuck out onto the second-floor balcony that overlooked the vaults below.

Beneath them, Oddjob and Goldfinger were busy arming a modified tactical nuclear warhead, while the blonde acrobat cat burglar Pussy Galore was busy loading a cart with gold bricks. Around her were two of Goldfinger's thugs, armed with Uzi submachine guns, while Pussy, Oddjob, and Goldfinger looked unarmed.

Blonde motioned to Masterton to sit tight and not open fire while she carefully aimed her MP5 at each thug to ensure she had her rifle lined up correctly. Once confident she had both in her sights, she pointed at one thug, squeezed her trigger, then quickly pointed at the other thug and squeezed her trigger.

Both thugs clutched their chests, dropped their weapons, and collapsed to the floor, while Pussy quickly ran out the door, leaving the gold behind.

Blonde and Masterton charged down the stairs, opened fire, careful to avoid shooting at the nuclear weapon. Their bullets went high and flew over the heads of their targets, who ran for cover.

As Oddjob ran, he turned quickly and threw his bowler hat like a Frisbee, and it spun viciously at Blonde.

Instinctively, Blonde ducked and attempted to knock the hat aside with her MP5, but the hat cut her weapon in half.

"Shit!" swore Blonde, frustrated that she had just lost her assault rifle, and nervous now that she realized the hat was steel-rimmed.

Masterton fired continuously at Oddjob, who had just bolted after his hat, which had lodged itself into a wall after cutting a power cable, which was sparking with wild electricity. Frustrated, Tim Masterton emptied his magazine and opened fire again at the column Oddjob was hidden behind.

Suddenly, Blonde heard the whistle of Oddjob's hat as it curved out from behind the column as a Frisbee; she ducked just in time as the hat flew behind her.

Masterton let out an anguished cry of pain and despair as the hat struck him in the head, as he must have realized he would never avenge his brother before dying instantly.

Blonde jumped down to the floor just in time as Masterton's corpse fell down the steps and landed at her feet. Infuriated at the death of another Masterton, she grabbed the hat and rushed the column, throwing the hat clumsily as Oddjob saw her and jumped out of the way.

The steel-rimmed hat struck the bars of a cage and lodged itself there.

Oddjob just smiled and walked slowly towards his hat.

Anxious to avenge her slain lover, Blonde leapt to her feet, reached behind to the scabbard hanging at her back, and drew her Tai Chi sword, a double-edged blade forged with Chinese lettering on it.

Oddjob had just pulled his hat out of the bars, then quickly ducked to the side as Blonde swung her sword across; it rattled the bars as she missed his neck.

As Blonde continued her sword attack, Oddjob expertly parried her blows with the steel of his hat, at times counterattacking and forcing Blonde to deflect it with her sword. At times, he would attempt to kick her in surprise, but she managed to foot-check all his kicks; whereas Blonde typically countered with side kicks targeting his knee to break his balance, but he would expertly move out of the way to avoid her attacks.

This ballet of steel against steel and kick to kick continued for a bit, until Oddjob threw his hat hard against her sword, knocking it out of her hand and across the floor, while once again his hat flew and lodged itself into some cage bars.

Oddjob just smiled arrogantly and walked towards his hat.

Blonde's eyes quickly followed the bars of the cage to Masterton's body, where his MP5 lay by his corpse, but she realized she would never reach the weapon before Oddjob freed his hat and tossed it again. She also realized that the bars were connected by a steel bar on top that ran right next to the crackling high voltage wire, which was very close to her.

After a split second of thought, Blonde ran over to the wire and touched it to the steel bar just as Oddjob touched his hat. She smiled as Oddjob shuddered in agony as he was electrocuted. After a few seconds, Blonde released the wire, and Oddjob's lifeless corpse collapsed onto the hard and cold vault floor; she smiled as Tim Masterton's life had been avenged. Now it was time to repay Goldfinger for the murder of Jim Masterton, but he was nowhere to be seen.

With the vault secure and none of Goldfinger's thugs around, Blonde quickly rushed over to the nuclear bomb and stopped the countdown clock, thus foiling Operation Grand Slam.

Over the next few days, Blonde cooperated fully with American law enforcement, provided whatever information she could in her report, and bid her old CIA friend Felix Leiter a fond farewell. She then took her MI6-supplied Aston Martin to Washington Dulles International Airport, from where it would be shipped to London, UK. Exhausted from her drive, she made her way to the British Airways lounge, determined to order either a Vesper or a vodka martini from the bar.

Once seated, she was approached by a lovely young African-American woman with a pretty face and large breasts, which were almost shoved into Blonde's face as they talked. She was the bartender, and despite Blonde's flirtatious manner, insisted that Blonde order her drink before she left to serve other customers.

"Vodka martini, shaken, not stirred," said Blonde with a smile, and she turned to admire the few beautiful men and women she had noticed previously when she entered the room. Once the drink was served, Blonde took a sip, sat down on a comfortable rocking chair, and picked up a copy of the Wall Street Journal to read. However, her stomach felt odd, and she felt her eyes start to shut, so she quickly walked over to an attendant and requested some medication. It was then that Blonde suddenly realized her folly; the bartender must have slipped something into her drink, which meant she had been set up. However, before she could think further, she had blacked out.

When Blonde finally managed to open her eyes, she noticed she was seated, but not restrained, in an airplane seat. By the sound of the engines and the view from the window, she knew she was in flight, but had no clue where she was headed. Blonde first took a moment to review herself mentally, to ensure she had not been violated while unconscious, and once she was certain she had not, she quickly scanned the passenger cabin and realized she was aboard a small plane, seated next to the emergency exit. She guessed the bartender at the airport was likely part of Pussy Galore's Cement Mixers gang, drugged her at Goldfinger's behest, and put her on a small propeller plane, likely with the intention of throwing her out of the emergency exit and claiming there was an accident aboard that blew her out, but she could not rationalize why Goldfinger would go about murdering her in such an elaborate way. She glanced over her shoulder at the blonde airline hostess behind her and realized it was Pussy.

Sure enough, Goldfinger stepped out of the cockpit, a small revolver in his hand, nothing but rage on his face, thus confirming her theory.

Blonde quickly assessed the tactical situation: Goldfinger only had six shots, but had Pussy Galore to back him up, and would see her getting up to grab the gun. She needed to find a way to distract him.

"Good morning, Ms. Blonde," said Goldfinger, sternly.

"Good morning, mate. What can I do for you?" asked Blonde, with a seductive smile on her face, in the hope of distracting him.

"You will die soon enough, Ms. Blonde."

"Why are you waiting then? Enjoy my company?"

Goldfinger just laughed: "No, Ms. Blonde. As I am now a wanted fugitive in the Western world, I need to find a country that will grant me refuge. So after a few calls, a promise, and a small bribe of $1 million US dollars, I managed to convince Beijing to take me. However, they made me promise to hand your corpse over to them. So as we fly over the Atlantic, a Chinese submarine will be waiting somewhere in the North Atlantic for us. Once we reach its position, I will throw you out of this emergency exit, where the submarine divers will collect your corpse, confirm through dental records that it is indeed you, and notify Beijing."

Blonde smiled at how reliable megalomaniacs were at relaying their plans to their enemies. Now that she had confirmed his intentions, she began quickly formulating an escape plan.

"May I have a final drink?" Blonde asked, hoping to delay his plan.

"Very well. Pussy?" asked Goldfinger.

"What would you like, Ms. Blonde?" she asked.

"Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred."

Within a few minutes, Pussy returned with her drink, served in a martini glass, with a napkin underneath. When the drink was placed in her hand, Blonde saw the message Pussy had written on it for her: 'I'm with you. XXX. P.'

Blonde hid her relief from Goldfinger's relentless gaze; with Pussy's help, she had a fighting chance now. The emergency exit was so close to her that she could easily open it and cause the cabin to depressurize, but if Goldfinger grabbed the seat ahead of him, he would likely maintain balance and not lose his revolver. However, if Pussy acted while the plane was depressurizing, Goldfinger would have to move his revolver away from Blonde and use his other hand to hold on tight unless he wanted to be sucked out too. Blonde quickly scrawled a response on the napkin out of Goldfinger's sight: 'I'll do my best. Fasten your seatbelt. XXX. J.'

"I'm done with my drink," said Blonde, and she lifted the glass with the napkin up for Pussy to see.

Pussy quickly grabbed the glass and napkin, then headed to the stewardesses' area; after a moment, Blonde heard the clicking of a seatbelt. Everything was set. As Goldfinger kept Blonde in his sights, she turned her head as if bored, but kept him in her peripheral vision.

Goldfinger turned to Pussy and started ordering her around, which she responded to very poorly. As their argument intensified, his attention and revolver lost focus on Blonde; she knew she had to act then and there.

Blonde quickly grabbed the exit lever of the emergency door and pushed down and out as hard as she could.

Suddenly, the door wrenched itself free from her grip before she could release it, and flung wide open. Blonde could see the clear blue Atlantic Ocean beneath them as the cabin depressurized, with loose napkins and materials flying out of the open door as the wind howled from outside; suddenly, a revolver flew out from the cabin floor into the sky.

When Blonde quickly turned to face Goldfinger, she could not believe her luck. Her manoeuvre had caught him completely by surprise, and he had dropped his revolver in fright to wrap both arms around the seat in front of him.

With his attention focused on not being sucked out of the plane, Blonde took advantage of the opportunity to wrap the loose end of her seatbelt around her wrist, then unbuckle it. She reached for the open emergency exit door and managed to hook her foot into the handle, and slowly pulled it shut, then sealed it by pulling the lever up with her free hand.

Blonde quickly dropped her seatbelt and turned to face Goldfinger, who had collapsed onto the floor of the cabin, his head facing her. Blonde knew she had to act fast; she quickly stepped on top of him and dropped down, locking his neck and arm with her legs while firmly grabbing his leg, completing a spinal lock. She ruthlessly applied pressure to his neck as quickly as possible and killed him within a few seconds.

She rushed to the pilot's cabin, where the pilot introduced herself as Naomi, a member of Pussy Galore's gang who also wanted out of Goldfinger's clutches. Naomi was a beautiful black woman with long hair and even longer legs.

With that, Blonde took control of the aircraft and landed it in Iceland, where she took Naomi and Pussy with her to the Hotel Ranga to await pickup by MI6.

Blonde lay lazily in the hotel suite she shared with Naomi and Pussy, wearing only her bathrobe, typing up her report on her iPad when they entered the main area, both dressed in sweaters pulled from her luggage that only covered an inch beneath their loins, both had their sleeves rolled up, and both wore nothing else.

"People keep on asking if we'd like an alcohol rub and we keep on saying that if anyone's going to rub us it's you, and if we're going to be rubbed with anything it's you we'd like to be rubbed with," said Pussy.

Blonde walked up to Pussy, placed her hand on her firm, muscled thigh, then slid it up underneath her sweater, pushing it up at the same time, and touched her breast, upon which she felt the nipple hardened with arousal. She then lifted Pussy's sweater off completely, then ruthlessly pressed her lips against hers. She took a moment to admire Pussy's muscular and athletic body, noticed that her labia were proportionately larger than usual, and realized how she earned the name Pussy Galore; it was a glorious sight, and Blonde had every intention of engaging in tribadism with it.

As they kissed, Naomi stepped behind Blonde and passionately nibbled on her neck, and removed her robe.

Now completely naked, Blonde grabbed the bottom of Naomi's sweater and pulled it off, exposing her beautiful black body. Her mouth quickly wrapped around an aroused nipple, which she sucked, licked, and then released.

"Let's move this to the jacuzzi. I set the water temperature to just warm so we won't faint," said Blonde.

The three held hands as they sauntered over to their suite's private jacuzzi, their emotional intimacy born from their shared escape from the clutches of Goldfinger. They stepped in unison into the lukewarm water, which felt comfortable to the touch, and began rubbing body lotion over each other, each hand on a different woman.

Almost simultaneously, their hands slid underneath the bubbling water and onto their loins, such that each of them was getting their labia and clitoris played with by two women simultaneously. As Blonde circled Pussy and Naomi's clitorises with her thumbs, she pushed a finger into each of their aroused vaginas; meanwhile Pussy and Naomi focused on rubbing Blonde's labia while they fingered each other vigorously. While they performed these acts, Blonde and Pussy moaned audibly, while Naomi's breathing became heavy and persistent.

"Let's get down to some serious tribbing," gasped Naomi between heavy breaths of arousal; meanwhile, Blonde made a mental note of her being a breather.

Blonde spread her legs wide, while both Pussy and Naomi each straddled a leg, and slid down over thighs until they met at her loins. They then turned to face each other, and through some amazing feat of twisting, managed to bring their outer labia in contact with Blonde's and each other's. Blonde marvelled at how they were able to achieve such a position, as it seemed more like something that would only occur in an erotic tale, as the angles seemed impossible.

Now in position, the trio began rubbing and gyrating their vaginal lips against each other's. At first, the movement was clumsy, and the three would gasp with disappointment, recalibrate their positions in the jacuzzi, and begin the gyrating again. After about four tries, they found the perfect position that allowed each of their vaginal lips to make contact with the other two's outer labia, sending jolts of pleasure and desire through their systems.

Once they had settled on the correct entanglement of limbs, their movements slowly aligned, and the three bumped and grinded against each other as if orchestrated by a conductor. This allowed all three to build their pleasure together, and each woman reached out and grabbed a breast from the other two, adding to the carnal pleasures of tribadism.

The trio began grinding against each other urgently and quickly, their moaning and breathing quickening in pace. They had all closed their eyes and focused on the pleasure building between their legs.

Suddenly, Pussy and Naomi shuddered and cried out loudly in climax, their bodies convulsing with each orgasmic wave that hit them. As they basked in intimate pleasure, Blonde's body shook violently as she hit orgasm.