Agent Vixen Collection

by Jay Aury

  “Yes.” He snapped his finger, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet. A man seemed to manifest out of the darkness, placing a pair of glasses on the table and a bottle of wine. The man uncorked the bottle, the pop oddly muted after the sharp retort of Sterling’s snapping fingers. Capria watched suspiciously as crimson liquid filled the glasses.

  Sterling reached out, plucking up a glass. He thrust it out to Capria, the liquid within sloshing dangerously close to the rim but not quite going over. Warily, she took it.

  “Your island, though a useful enough location, has been seized. Much of your assets frozen, but the hunt for you will be muted. Your board is already scrambling to lay the blame, but they will find themselves experiencing the full weight of the law, and then some. Your loss will be unfortunate, but the authorities will believe they caught the true perpetrators. ARM is satisfied of this. Your board is useless for our purposes.”

  Capria snorted. “I could have told you that,” she said. But she felt a trill of awe as well. She had no illusions about the weight of her crimes. Yet to have her overlooked, dismissed so easily… What sort of power did the man before her and the organization he represented wield? She repressed a shiver, one not only of fear, but of fierce, hungry excitement.

  “Squawk! Spank me and call me Shirley!” the parrot screeched.

  “Indeed,” he said, ignoring the bird. “But you managed to build your company from the ground up. As well as find the woman who perfected the process, used it to gain influence over hundreds of men of power, and make a tidy fortune. Much of which, I suspect, is well hidden.”

  “You’d be right,” Capria said, taking a small sip of her wine. The sweet liquor soothed her dry throat and gave her a measure of control. Her eyes grew shrewd. “Is that why you brought me here? To have me bribe you for my release?”

  “No,” Sterling said. “There is no need. Our assets are quite sufficient. I am interested in offering you a place in ARM. I believe you could be a very useful addition to our organization.”

  Capria choked on her wine. For the second time that day, she was floored. She stared at him. “You’re… you’re joking, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not known for levity,” Sterling said.

  “Ribbed for her pleasure! Squawk!” the parrot chimed in.

  “Your island, though a useful tool, is of lesser interest than your own skills. We at ARM always look for individuals of particular abilities to use in our cause. Do you accept?”

  “Y-yes! I mean, yes. Of course,” Capria gasped.

  “Excellent,” Sterling intoned, sounding neither pleased, disappointed, or terribly interested in her answer. “Then, there is one last matter I wish to discuss. Respecting those individuals who caused your fall. In particular, a woman.”

  Capria’s teeth slowly grit. Her hand tightened until the wine glass cracked. “Yes,” she hissed. “Jane Avera.”

  “Yes,” Sterling said, slowly leaning forward, his dark eye shining like a mirror. “I would very much like to hear about her.”

  “Choke me harder!” the parrot screamed in the dark. “Choke me harder!”

  Jungle Heat

  Surprise Meetings

  In the distance, a ship burned on the Corsican bay.

  Audra Antoinette gasped, surfacing by the docks. She grabbed the metal rungs of a ladder and hauled herself out of the freezing Mediterranean waters. She staggered onto the dock, shivering with the cold. Her cocktail dress clung to her busty figure, outlining the firm curves of her breasts and hips. Her blonde hair hung thick down her back, their normal bounce weighed down with water. She looked back to the blazing barge as a number of police boats sped towards it, red and blue lights flashing.

  She blew a waterlogged lock of hair out of her face. Well. That could have gone better.

  She allowed herself a moment to admire the pyre of the ship. Then, shaking her head, she staggered away from the pier. Some of the drug runners were sure to have survived that. And if they did, they were also certain to have contacts among the police. And even if they didn’t, a busty blonde in a waterlogged cocktail dress rather stood out to anyone they had on the shore.

  She made her way to a phone booth shoved against the peeling wooden walls of a closed fishing warehouse. She yanked open the stiff door and picked up the receiver.

  Fuck. She never should have taken this job. G7 shouldn’t be involved in them, but Interpol had been looking for a lead on the shipping of narcotics, and its head had put through a request to the Director. Audra had looked forward to a more low key assignment than her last one, which had involved taking down a spa owner turning women into bimbo sluts.

  Strange to think that blowing up a drug ring would be called low key.

  She dug a few coins from her purse. She listened to the euro rattle down into the depths of the phone, but her finger hesitated over the numbers. Who to call… She was surprised when her thoughts instantly went to Alistair Smith. She grinned a little at the memory of their last meeting, but shook her head. No. He was on assignment somewhere. She needed help now. That also ruled out G7. The clandestine organization Audra belonged to was a subtle one, even its existence a carefully guarded international secret. This offered her a lot of freedom in her work, but it also meant that it was a discreet body. And Corsica was not exactly a high priority target.

  But Audra had been recruited to the agency for a particular reason. In her career before and since joining G7, she had amassed a body of contacts and allies across the world. Smugglers, mercenaries, politicians, and more knew her, and she them. Often on rather intimate turns. She grinned as one name rose high in her memory, and punched in a number.

  The phone rang twice, and then, crackling through the bad connection, a voice rose that sent a quiet thrill through her spine. “Hmm? Yes?”

  “Hello Raphael,” Audra purred.

  The change was immediate. The voice on the other end of the line grew no less sleepy, but deepened with desire. “Ah! My desert rose! How good it is for this old man to hear your lovely voice once more.”

  Audra giggled softly. Raphael. The indolent Arab was a well-known smuggler working the coast of the Middle East and beyond. She’d frequently used him, and more recently, he had used her, enticing her to his bed with the promise of assistance. He had been a passionate lover. Slow moving, demanding, but powerful and skilled with his hands. She’d been afraid the first time she’d gone to him and allowed him to take her, but strangely, the trembling desire she had felt, though far from gone, enticed her differently now.

  “You too, my sultan,” she breathed hotly into the phone. “But Raphael. I need some help.”

  “Ah, my sweet. Though it wounds me you only reach out to me when you are in need, the old Bull cannot help but assist. Blinded as he is by your beauty, and seduced by her pale, sweet skin. Yes, my sweet. How might this old man help you?”

  She shot a glance down the dark docks and leaned in, holding the receiver closer to her mouth. “I need a place to stay Raphael. In Corsica, the town of Belize. You have that front right? In that bar?”

  There was a moment’s pause. “Ah,” Raphael’s voice came, slow and thoughtful. “Hmmm. Yes. Yes, I believe I might be able to accommodate you there. Though… Ah, it is nothing. But, my sweet? I do warn you, I will be expecting some form of… compensation for my generosity.”

  Audra felt the familiar warmth of desire pool in her depths. Which was a sharp contrast to the rest of her which was freezing. She rocked her hips side to side, leaning in closer to the phone. “Mmm. Well, my sultan, perhaps I could be convinced to suck my master’s thick cock. And perhaps even let him fill my lovely cunt with his manhood.” Her words grey husky. “Well, my old Bull? Would you like that?”

  Raphael exhaled deeply through the phone line. “Ah my dear. You should not tempt an old man like that. It makes him question his loyalty to his great cow of a wife, whose affections are as frigid as the desert nights. Yes! Very well. I shall see the arrangements done.”

 
Audra hummed warmly. “Mmm. Thank you, my sultan. I look so forward to repaying you for your kindness.”

  Raphael chuckled through the line. “Ah my sweet, so do I.”

  Audra hung up, permitting herself a small smile of desire. She left the phone booth, and again shivered in the chill sea wind blowing in from the bay. She made her way quickly as she dared down the shadow wreathed docks, making excellent time despite keeping to dark alleys. Once, a shadowy figure of a drunken sailor leered at her, but she easily sidestepped him and continued on.

  Soon enough the shape of the small bar glowed in the distance. It was a familiar sight, even in the darkness. Or, rather, especially in the darkness. She made her way into the small side alley and rapped on the door. It opened and a swarthy Corsican peered out. He ushered her in, speaking softly in French. Down the hall she heard the music and raucous conversation of the bar, but the swarthy man waved her up some steps instead.

  “Merci,” she said, flashing him her most winning smile. The man flushed, his eyes inevitably wandering to how her dress clung tightly to her curves. Audra walked up the steps slowly, her ass rolling with her gait. May as well give him something to jerk off to later.

  Upstairs was the apartments that Raphael had furnished for his personal use. He had his whores. All such men do. Audra gave it little stock. Though Raphael had often propositioned her with marriage, especially after their night in the Palm D’hors, she knew him better. He didn’t want a wife. He wanted a lovely young woman who would eagerly take his cock. Serve him, veiled and beautiful, and only him. She chuckled, shucking off her wet dress, freeing her pale flesh as goosebumps spread across her. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she unclipped her bra, her nipples hard points, though the room was warm. The salt water felt itchy after her swim, and with some delight she opened the bathroom to find a deep tub. She immediately cranked the hot water, steam filling the gleaming bathroom. Once the tub was full she stepped gingerly inside.

  Her eyes grew lidded and a pleased moan escaped her as she fed her luxurious body into the warm waters. She sighed, gasping a little as her sensitive breasts dipped below the waterline, tingling with the sudden shock of warmth after the cold.

  With decadent laziness she bathed, stroking her arms with soapy water. Her blonde hair fanned about her head, tingling with the sensation of fresh shampoo. She sighed blissfully. Ah. This was the life. Pity it couldn’t always be so.

  She was floating delightfully in the waters when she heard the door to the apartment open. She sat up in surprise.

  “My sweet! Where might you be now?”

  Audra’s eyebrows rose, then lowered with amusement. No wonder Raphael had been so eager to offer the place. “In the bathroom, my sultan!” Audra called. “Making myself lovely for you.”

  “Ah, my sweet, were you in the blackest night, your beauty could not be denied. Particularly for I would have to admire it with my hands.”

  Audra laughed softly. The old Arab’s voluble praises always tickled her. She often wondered how much of it was feigned. That he was dangerous couldn’t be denied. No one survived in the high stakes world of smuggling without being dangerous, and her grandfather had told her many stories about Raphael when the Arab had been younger. The old Bull had been young once, hard as Aura sometimes found it to believe, but with age he had acquired a more subtle danger. One which Audra couldn’t deny thrilled her.

  She rose from the bath, skin pinked by the heat. Gathering a fluffy white towel she wrapped one around her body, and the other a turban for her hair before opening to door.

  Raphael was lying on the bed as she entered. The old Arab raised his head, his lidded eyes admiring her form. He was dressed in his familiar whites to contrast the dark mocha of his skin. White jacket, white shirt, white pants, all working their damndest to contain his corpulence. Some men went to fat. Raphael had leaped, sprinted, and vaulted to it.

  Yet there was strength in his frame. His broad arms, resting on his stomach, were thick and strong. And she knew too well the quick attentiveness in those dark eyes, seeing it even as they flashed with desire. An absurd little mustache and prickly unshaven chin completed the picture. It was a fool who underestimated Raphael.

  “Ah my sweet,” he said, slowly rolling upright. “What a vision come from the waters? A siren, perhaps, come to lead this old man astray from his wife, who he loves even as her beauty fades and tongue grows rough as a cat’s? Ah, my lovely, but it does this old man such good to see such wonderful beauty lives still in this world.”

  Audra laughed, her blue eyes lidded with warmth. “Mmm. But Raphael, you’ve seen so little right now.” Teasingly she touched the knotted top of her towel, and with a flutter it fell, pooling on the ground. Baring her firm breasts, slender waist and wide hips. Her quim was warm with the waters of the bath, and with a teasing swing of her hips she sashayed sensuously towards the heavy Arab, unwinding the turban of the towel and letting her long blonde hair fall free.

  Raphael watched intently, admiring the generous curves of her figure. As Audra stopped before him he leaned back, breathing in deeply. “Ah my sweet. It would almost be a shame to take such pleasure from you now. To defile your lovely western body with my hands.”

  Audra smirked. “Not too much of a shame, I hope,” she purred, slinking to her knees between his spread thighs.

  “Ah, pity. Pity,” Raphael said as she delicately undid his pants. “I do not think this old man has the ability to resist.”

  Audra smiled coquettishly as she freed his cock. The dark slab of his manhood was already hard, and at a touch of her hands he stiffened further. She inhaled the thick scent of his cock, the aroma mingling with Raphael’s normal heady mix of tobacco, rum and hashish. She stroked him slowly, then, leaning forward, engulfed his cock with her mouth.

  “Ahhhhhh,” Raphael sighed, letting his head fall back as her hot lips encased his cock. “That’s it, my lovely. Such a thing I have missed for far too long.”

  “Mmmm,” Audra hummed around his shaft, bobbing her head, her hands reaching under him and cupping the heavy weight of his balls. Raphael grunted, his eyes lidded as Audra expertly teased him further.

  “Ah my sweet,” he groaned, resting his heavy hands on her head. “How good you are to an old man like me. How… mph… lovely it is to have such a willing woman take his cock with such ardour! Ah, you truly are a gift from the heavens.”

  In answer Audra swirled her tongue around his the tip of his cock. Raphael grunted, hands tightening in her hair. He thrust into her mouth. She could feel him growing closer. His seed churning in his balls. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing faster. Her middle finger sliding along the loose skin of his sack.

  With a groan Raphael came, his hot seed filling her mouth. Audra moaned, her throat working frantically to take it all. The taste reviving memories of the last time she had so enjoyed him. She pulled back, gasping. When Raphael looked at her she grinned and opened her mouth, revealing his cum. She sloshed her tongue about it, then closed her mouth and swallowed. “What a lovely gift, my master,” Audra breathed.

  Raphael smiled heatedly. The old game. The master and the slave. It was a strange delight for Audra to play it with this man, who was old enough to be her father. The difference of culture only made it sweeter. She wondered how many Arab men wished to have such a willing American girl. The thrill of the forbidden raced down her spine at the thought. She nuzzled his cock, naked, her skin tingling with the lingering warmth. “Mmm. Would master like to fuck me now?”

  Raphael chuckled. “Ah my sweet. How well you know the old Bull’s needs.”

  “Oh yes,” Audra said, cupping her breasts and pressing them around Raphael’s cock. “Your lovely slave knows what her sultan wants. She knows he wants to fuck her tight American pussy. To have her kiss him and embrace him while he plays with her lovely breasts. And she wants it, my sultan,” Audra purred, her breasts lowering, baring the dark tip of his cock. Her tongue flicked against the slit, her eyes molten with lust. “She
wants it so much.”

  Raphael settled back with an air of satisfaction as Audra rubbed his slick cock between her firm tits, coaxing him once more to hardness. “Ah my sweet. And why do you want it?”

  Audra flashed a smile. As her breasts descended her tongue flicked out again, licking the swelling head of his cock as it breached from between her breasts. “Because your slave wants a man, Raphael. She is so tired of the boys and needs a man to fuck her. To show her the true meaning of pleasure.” Audra tilted back her head, baring her throat, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, my Master. Your slave needs to be fucked by a man. She wants to feel your mighty cock in her again.”

  Raphael laughed roughly and patted her head. “Ah, my sweet! You make such a compelling argument. So be it.” He gestured to his lap. “Mount me, my Western Star. And I shall give you what you so badly need.”

  Audra smiled, her eyes burning. Her heart beating fast. She loved the game, but had to admit some kernel of truth in her praises. Raphael was an excellent lover. One of the best she had, and his easy dominance of her thrilled her in ways she couldn’t put into words. Rising, freeing his cock from her breasts, she rose and straddled his lap. She pressed her breasts against his chest as she reached down and aligned his cock. Then, she gently lowered herself onto him.

  “Mnnnnnn!” Audra moaned as the somnolent Arab’s cock filled her. She lowered herself slowly, relishing the feel of his cock as it stuffed her needy quim. “Ah!” she suddenly gasped as Raphael palmed her breasts; rough, leathery hands cupping her tender mounds.

  “Ahhh. Such a lovely woman,” Raphael groaned, kneading her sensitive teats expertly. “How willing you are my sweet. Too long I have had to suffer the affections of petty whores and the scorn of my wife’s cold touch. Ah, how I have missed such an eager lover.”

  “Ooooh,” Audra moaned, sinking deeper, her breath hitching as her groin met his, the wiry hair above his cock tangling in the sharp V above of her own cunt. “Mmmm. You have suffered so.”