by Jay Aury
“You mean Audie?”
Doe perked up. “Yes. Audra Antoinette. She is a dangerous criminal, and it is in your best interest to surrender her to the proper authorities."
"Which we are."
"Indeed. She is wanted for murder.”
“Yeah! She totes told me all about it. She didn’t do it.”
“That is to be determined," Doe said. "Hand her over.”
“Can’t!” Maxine chimed. “She’s not here!”
“We’ll establish that ourselves,” Deer said.
Maxine touched her lower lip, brow furrowing with the effort of thought. “Um… Wait. I’m supposed to ask… uh… do you have a… um… it’s like… like a piece of paper? They bring it up all the time in CSI Miami. Uh… a…”
“A warrant?” one of the agent behind them offered.
Maxine snapped her fingers pointing enthusiastically at the man. “Mmm! Mhmmm! That! Yeah! A warrant! Like, you got one?”
Doe and Deer glanced back, the agent who spoke withering under their glares. Both Doe and Deer turned back to Maxine. “We do not require one.”
“Ya huh! You totes do! It’s in all the shows. You need a warrant.”
“We-“
A grating mechanical sound sawed through the night. Doe and Deer swung about, staring as the pool beside Maxine’s home peeled back, water draining into a sudden pit. A mechanical whine grew, rising to a roar that split the air with the shuddering wail of an engine. With a final howl, a silver bullet shape tore from the depths, water glittering on its wings like it were seeding the night sky with diamonds. It soared over the rocky escarp and cliffs, skimming over the sea like some gleaming silver bird.
Doe and Deer stared, their hats tumbling through the air and down the drive.
“Woo!” Maxine squealed in delight. “Look at it go! I mean oh no!” she gasped in belated shock. “My prototype! That’s like, so unexpected that someone would steal it!”
Doe and Deer turned in unison back to Maxine. He growled. “We are very angry. Aren’t we, Miss Deer?”
“Very, Mister Doe,” Deer said tightly.
Maxine smiled blankly. “So, I’m like, totally ready to help your investigation now.”
“Is that right?” Doe said tensely.
“Yeah! I’m supposed to give you this!”
Curious, Deer took the papers that Maxine pulled from between her firm breasts. She grimaced a little, then opened it and began to read. Her eyes sharpened, fingers crinkling against the papers.
“Mister Doe?”
“Yes, Miss Deer?”
“I believe you had better take a look at this…”
Interrogation
Alistair raised his head as he heard the door of his cell open. Gala entered. She eyed him, blue eyes bright and amused as she slowly circled the bed.
“Well Alistair. Enjoying yourself?”
“I’ve been better,” he said slowly.
She smirked, pausing beside him. She planted her hands on the bed, leaning forward, her breasts in the tight black bodysuit hovering just over him. “Well, I can only imagine you’re curious about just what is going on outside these walls.”
He slowly flexed his fists. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
“I bet.” She leaned in closer, her smirk deepening. “How would you like to know what happened to your precious Vixen?”
Alistair hid his reaction to the prospect as best he could. He shrugged with forced casualness. “What about her?”
Gala leaned in closer, smile tugging her lips. “Hmmm. I’ll make you a deal, Alistair. Lick me out, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Alistair grimaced. “I don’t suppose I have a choice. Do I?”
She giggled. Her eyes glowed as she stroked the outline of her cunt through the dark bodysuit. “You gotta admit the prospect is enticing. Isn’t it? Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered how I match up. You’ve felt it once already. Aren’t you wondering what it would be like if you knew I wasn’t her?”
Alistair slowly flexed his hands. “If I’d known then, I would have wrapped my hands around your throat and squeezed.”
Gala’s breathing deepened. Her finger pressed harder against the groove against her suit. “Oooh you’re a brave one aren’t you? And handsome. I can see why Capria and the other me like you.” Her eyes sparked. “Would you choke me hard, Alistair? Enough to make me blackout? Oh, but I bet you’d keep fucking me even as you did it. Can you imagine what that’d be like? I’ve seen it happen. Choked to death. That final, sweet orgasm even as your brain shuts down? It’s… mnn… so amazing…”
Her breath was coming in short, heavy gasps. Her finger stroked more insistently at the groove of her pussy, dampness visible against the black fabric. She gripped the zipper of her suit, tugging it down. Her breasts pushed free of the tight fabric, nipples hard points. Her trim stomach revealed next, and last, the pink gash of her pussy, the hair just above it silver. She ran a finger along the outer lips, collecting her own juices, then brought it to her lips and sucked it clean.
“Oh that’s good. So what’ll it be, Alistair?” the silver haired seductress asked with a wicked grin. “Have a taste, and I’ll spill everything.”
Alistair hesitated, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist knowing Audra’s fate. Gala might lie, but he had nothing better to go on. That said, Alistair had a gift for reading people. One that made him so effective an undercover agent. And though Gala was hard to read, he had a gut feeling she wouldn’t lie. “Alright,” he said.
Gala giggled as she climbed over the table. She straddled his arms, her pussy hovering over his face. She looked down, down the valley of her breasts at the man below. “You have no idea how I’ve been looking forward to this,” she breathed, and lowered herself.
Her muff came to rest against his mouth, his nose pressed against her mons, tickled by the hair cresting her cunt. He inhaled the spicy scent of her pussy, his tongue sharply tasting her as he ran it up her fluttering folds. Gala’s eyelids slid low, her white teeth biting her lower lip with a sound of delight. “Oooh! Yes! That’s the way!” she gasped, pressing down on his mouth.
Alistair let his tongue slide up and down her, teasing open her labia and baring her tender depths. He was annoyed to find that all the tender spots Audra had were reflected in her clone. Higher still his tongue found the hooded bead of her clit and began to tease it free, flicking and twisting around the pleasured nub of flesh.
“Oh! Oh fuck me! That’s… mnnn! That’s it. Right there. Oh fuck. Oh mnnnnn!”
Her thighs trembled, her eyes lidded and expression rapt with pleasure. She ground her cunt atop his face, moaning and panting, her eyes fairly spinning with the throbbing pleasure shooting through to her core.
“Yes! Yes! Ah! F-fuck! Oh fuck! C-cummiiiiiiing!”
She grabbed his head, pulling it tightly against her quim as she trembled with the shuddering heights of orgasmic bliss. Her scream rose in a trembling cry of delight as her juices washed over Alistair’s face, soaking the cushion even as he continued rolling her clit in his tongue.
Panting, she began to relax, and that’s when Alistair pushed his tongue deep inside her.
“Mnnnn! Not fair!” she whined almost petulantly as her trembling pussy tightened around his tongue. His nose pushed against her mons as he delved deeper, his every breath spiced with her scent, his tongue twisting inside of her in that way he knew Audra enjoyed, sending her rolling back up the heights towards her next peak. Her thighs flexed, muscular as Audra’s. Even her taste was similar. Similar, but slightly different. He made a note of that, promising himself if he ever did escape, she’d not trick him again.
For the moment, however, he focused instead on tonguing her.
“Oh fuuuuuck! That’s it! Ah! Yes! Yessssss!” She screamed as she came again, her ample breasts heaving with pleasure, her pussy fluttering around his tongue.
Gasping, spent, she slid her ass down off his face, settling her rump on
his chest. Her weight made him grunt as she looked down at him, admiring the pleasured mess of his face. She giggled, digging out a cloth from her pocket and running it over his strong jaw.
“Suppose I owe you some news now. Hmm?” she said with a smile.
“Seems fair,” Alistair said, wincing as she scrubbed the towel.
She giggled again. “Mmm. Well, seems my better self escaped the NATO stooges sent after her. Jumped off a building and then ran away. We got reports that she flew off somewhere. Who knows where. Probably out to hide.” She leaned in closer, looking down with amusement. “But I think she’s trying to find you,” she said impishly, tapping the tip of his nose.
It took some doing not to try and bite that digit off. Worse still was the sight of Audra’s ravishing face with such an expression of amused cruelty. Not even the waves of silver hair could fully dispel the vision. Alistair grimaced. “She should go to ground. Lay low.”
“I doubt she will,” Gala chuckled. “If I were her, and I am in so many ways,” she said, rubbing her mons against the bulge of Alistair’s cock, “I’d be trying to find out everything I could on ARM, and coming after us. What do you think?”
“I think I shouldn’t say anything.”
“Oh? Not even if I took off your pants and rode your big cock?” She hummed as she again rubbed her tender mound against his cock. “I know you want to.”
“What I want to do and what I will do are very different things,” Alistair grunted.
“Ooooh. A hard case. I like that.” Smirking, her blue eyes smoky, she leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose, tongue flicking out to taste the residue of her orgasm. “Mmm. I do hope you join us. I would just love to let you fuck my brains out willingly.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
Gala giggled again with a knowing look. “Oh, I don’t think you have any idea of what’s going to happen next.”
Mirrors
The small Alaskan town of Newbour did, occasionally had visitors. It sat beside the Bering Sea, playing host to fishermen and miners off season and looking for drinks. New faces weren’t common, but weren’t unusual either.
Nonetheless, Audra kept the hood of her heavy winter parka up as she walked into town. Another gift from Maxine’s closet, though Audra idly wondered why Maxine had the thing. Then again, she was starting to learn that questioning anything about Maxine was an exercise in futility. She’d left the flier back in the woods, hidden in a clearing while she made her way into town.
Her body still tingled at the strength of that machine racing through the air. She shook her head, focusing on the here and now. The town had two hotels. One, far larger, edged near the wharves. The other, rather smaller, was mainly used as the local watering hole. It was to the latter Audra went, pushing her way inside and out of the cold. No one was about yet. Only the truly dedicated drinkers sat at the bar, watering away their sorrows. The whole place was made of wood, the varnish gleaming faintly, the smell of old beer heavy in the air. Audra went to a booth by a window and slid into the seat. She felt a shiver, remembering the last time she’d done so, the Director sitting across from her, already dead.
Audra took a deep breath, calming herself. She fished her broken phone out of her pocket and put it to her ear.
“Hello, Vixen.”
“Hello, oh mystery benefactor. I’m here. Now, just why am I here?”
“That will be made clear shortly. Try not to kill your contact. You need her if you want to clear your name, not to mention rescue Smith.”
Audra rolled her eyes. “This isn’t my first rodeo, you know.”
“We know. But we are… anxious no misunderstandings take place.”
Audra narrowed her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means your contact has arrived.”
Audra’s eyes flicked to the doorway. A woman stood there, done up in a heavy trench coat. Dark glasses shaded her eyes, hood up, through strands of silvery hair teased free and before her face. Audra frowned. There was something sharply familiar about her.
Audra slowly slid the beaten up phone back into her pocket. She eyed the woman suspiciously as she walked through the bar, a smile twitching at her plump red lips. Audra shifted, feeling acutely a sense of terrible déjà vu.
“Agent Vixen,” the newcomer said in a lyrical voice as she slid opposite Audra.
“Do I know you?” Audra said, tensing.
The silver haired woman giggled. “I think so!”
She took off her glasses, and Audra stared, stunned with horror as her own face looked back.
Gala laughed riotously. “Oh that was priceless!” she giggled. “The look on your face. Soooo worth it!”
“What… who the fuck are you?” Audra gasped.
“I’m you! But grown in a test tube. As you might have noticed,” she said, flicking her silver hair, “not everything went perfectly. But overall I have to say it’s a great match. Isn’t it?” She flashed a smirk, lashes fluttering teasingly. “And with a bit of hair dye, I’m a picture perfect Agent Vixen.”
Audra slowly clenched her jaw. “It was you,” she hissed. “You killed the Director! No wonder he didn’t fight back. He thought you were me!”
“Bang on!” Gala said, grinning. “Just like Alistair did when I met him in the bedroom and fucked his brains out! Then I shot him with a tranq gun, which was a bit of a let down, since it let his cock down. Still,” she giggled wickedly. “Incredible what you can do with a bit of hair dye and a willingness to fuck a guy’s brain out. Not much of a surprise. After all, every guy is more willing to look at these bad boys than my face,” Gala said, cradling her breasts through her jacket. “Mnnn, but he was a fun fuck,” she said. “I can see why you keep him around.”
Audra half rose, hands tightening to fists on the table. “You bitch! If you’ve hurt him…”
Gala snorted. “Oh please! He’s fine. But you won’t dare do anything to me. After all, if you did, how ever would you get onto the island?”
Audra forced herself not to draw her gun and shoot the other woman dead. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Gala laughed. “What do you think?” she said. “I’m here to help you, Audra. Help you take down ARM and free Alistair Smith.”
Suspicion immediately sprang to the fore. “Why?”
“Because I want to,” she said with a wild grin. “Maybe more than my hair was screwed up. Or maybe it’s that stupid mind melter helmet they slapped on me whenever they think I’m getting… uppity. But you know what that’s like, don’t you?” Gala breathed, grin twitching wildly. “Had some interesting dreams?”
Audra shuddered, her dreams the days before finding the Director dead rushing back to her.
Gala grinned. “Hm. Looks like it. But I can help you get onto the island, free Alistair, and not get killed two seconds after stepping onto land. So if you want to save him, I suggest you give me a listen. Hmmm?”
Audra grimaced, flexing her hands. Wanting nothing more than to grab the other woman about the throat and squeeze until that smirking face turned blue. She closed her eyes, took a slow, deep breath. With effort she relaxed her hands atop the table.
She opened her eyes, grim. “Fine. How do we do it?”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Gala chirped. “I need some payment first.”
“I’m not exactly carrying cash around,” Audra said testily.
“Oh please. We both know how you usually pay for things.” Gala smirked and put a V of her middle and index finger to her mouth, tongue slipping between them lewdly.
Audra narrowed her eyes. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Not even a little,” Gala chirped. “Come on,” she said, pushing her hips out, flashing a smirk down at her. “You can’t tell me you never thought what it would be like… And if you don’t, then I could just leave you for Sterling to inevitably find and interrogate. And believe me,” Gala said, her smile sharp as a knife and her eyes hard with seriousness. �
�Whatever you think he can do to you, you haven’t imagined the half of it.”
Audra winced. Oh she really didn’t want to deal with this bitch. After all she had done to ruin her life. But… Again, her grandfather’s words sprang to mind. ‘It doesn’t matter who they are, Audra. If they have something you need, get it. Deal with them. And all the while, keep thinking about how you’re gonna kill ‘em’.
Audra sighed, forcing her anger out in a gust of warm air. “…Fine,” she bit out.
“Good girl,” Gala giggled. She crooked a finger. “Come on. There’s a bedroom upstairs we’ve got until tomorrow. And believe me, we’re going to need it.”
Audra pushed out of the booth, glowering. She felt like she’d lost, and didn’t much care for it. She followed Gala’s swinging hips towards the stairs at the back of the small hotel, making her way up them. Her hands slowly flexed in and out of fists as she watched Gala’s taut backside move. Even in her anger, she had to admit the other woman was attractive, with her shapely hips and firm, high breasts. But that was hardly surprising. Audra’s own beauty had been her greatest asset in her missions, above even her myriad contacts and other skills as an agent. As they moved down the hall, she found her anger ebbing, and in its place, the insidious touch of lusty curiosity. Wondering what it would be like to know the body that Raphael had so coveted and praised, and that Alistair had so often found so eager to pleasure.
The name of her lover sent another surge of hot anger racing through Audra. As Gala opened a door Audra suddenly grabbed the women, whirled her inside and slammed her against the wall. Gala gasped, then Audra pressed her lips to her clone’s in a hot and brutal kiss.
Gala moaned against her, pressing her ample bust against Audra’s, grinding herself against the other woman’s leg. Audra grabbed Gala’s hip, squeezing painfully until the other woman gasped.
They broke the kiss, Gala’s eyes sparking. “Oooh. Someone like’s it hard. That’s good,” she breathed, groping Audra’s hips and firm bum. “I like it.”
“Shut up,” Audra growled and ripped open Gala’s jacket, baring the lacy red bra which hid her firmed teats. Yet despite her anger, despite what she knew the shapely woman had done, Audra couldn’t deny the first stirrings of lust. She admitted to having something of an ego. Essential when a sense of self was so vital to one’s work. And she had always wondered, in those thoughts that flash and fade from the mind so quickly they’re barely registered, what it was like to be pleasured by her. As she unbuckled Gala’s bra, the silver haired seductress sighing as her firm teats, mirrors to Audra’s own, bounced into the open, Audra realized she was about to get that taste.