by Frank Russel
She started gyrating.
The more she gyrated, the more Max poured money all over her.
At this stage, he had deposited two bags of cash from the phantom withdrawals.
'It's all yours and more,' he said and pulled Rebecca towards him for a booby hug.
I had to give it to Max, he was one romantic guy and knew what got a woman excited.
'I could almost love you,' said Rebecca, who knew that the cash showered on her was hers.
She'd really have to give us a better performance to show her appreciation.
She licked her lips. I detected a hint of tangerine lip gloss.
Rebecca had a Ph.D. in sexology.
She knew about her two holes and what fitted in them.
'I'm pretty good at oral hygiene too,' she said.
This was the official interview.
We were at LA Cafe sinking a few cold ones.
'You mean you use Listerine after swallowing? asked Max, who was holding a clipboard and making notes.
I couldn't help notice the work that went into Rebecca's interview clobber.
She was dressed up like Ginger from Gilligan's Island.
She even had that love mole near her cheek and had her hair done up in the 1960s style that has tormented many a boy over the years.
The dress Rebecca was wearing:
It screamed of I'VE GOT MASSIVE HOOTERS AND I'M GOING TO TORMENT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU BY WEARING A SKIMPY WHITE SUMMER DRESS.
To the question Max asked, before Rebecca answered, for effect, she jiggled her massive boobs around her tight fitting summer dress that was so flimsy it was almost transparent, and eventually answered in her best sultry Ginger accent that would give Gilligan a hardon, 'I only gargle on cum.'
'You are hired, officially,' said Max.
'Welcome to Big Tit Inc.' I continued.
This Cebu chick wouldn't only break many hearts, her killer tits might be the difference between a successful and a failed mission.
The Sister of Nazareth, under the umbrella of the Catholic Church, had been abusing their religious status for years in Third World countries.
Especially in the Philipines.
Sister Mary, a former lawyer from Melbourne, who only recently found god when she realized she couldn't pull young hot chicks, had donned the cloth and for the last two decades, she had been licking her way around the Philipines in the name of god.
She was now in her 70's and she had always been pig dog ugly.
Duterte had recently revoked her missionary visa.
'Another fucking dyke intent on castrating me,' he said to the media.
'So that's your first mission,' said Max, 'get down there, dig around and get dirt on that bitch.'
'With pleasure sir.'
Rebecca knew she'd have the old nun's cunt watered up before she could even say a hail mary.
Sister Mary was a deviant.
'Being a nun in a Catholic majority third world shit hole is the bomb,' she'd tell herself every time she prayed at the chapel of the Sister's of Narazeth in the upscale part of Manila.
'Even those horny Muslim chicks listen when Sister Mary preaches.'
Converting Muslims to Christianity was one of Sister Mary's specialties.
Promising the parents of their nubile daughters was easy.
'Just buy them a new motorbike and offer scholarships to their teenage daughters.'
The Sister of Nazareth's ran the biggest commercial college in Manila, focusing on nursing and education.
'The delights,' she'd pray to her Lord, 'they are all mine for the taking.'
Not only was she a deviant but delusional that was cloaked in the all-powerful cloth of Christianity.
'We are immune, and we know it.'
Not if Rebecca could help it.
Sister Mary lit up her crack pipe.
She had received a message earlier in the day from her secret admirer to meet her at the Chapel for a confession.
'I'm hoping she wants a good licking.'
Sister Mary licked her wrinkled lips in anticipation.
She was high as a kite and she just might...
Sister Mary put a sign outside the church, 'closed.'
Outside, midgets were dancing around the fountain at the front of Manila Cathedral.
Sister Mary put on lesbian porn live streamed on the 5 large monitors evenly placed in the large cavernous building.
'This will create the right ambiance.'
She also lit up five bowls of incense that clouded up the church.
And all the candles were lit, for more ambiance and long sinister shadows.
Rebecca arrived in a miner's outfit.
She was wearing a hard hat with a webcam placed on the front.
'What is that on the front of your helmet,' asked Sister Mary, who was salivating at the fashionable miner in front of her who was here for a confession, and hopefully a good licking.
'It's a light,' said Rebecca. She turned it on and started recording. The light was actually used to aid the recording. But Sister Mary was clueless.
Before Rebecca could get down on her knees and say a few hail mary's, Sister Mary handed her the crack pipe.
I had given Rebecca a filter that fits in the back of her throat, which captured all the intake air and filtered it out for impurities. She was adept at deep throating so I said she shouldn't have any discomfort issues.
'It's only if she hands you the crack pipe,' I said, 'and if you don't partake, then you can't take footage of her smoking it which we'll feed to the Narcotics Bureau.'
Technology had gone a long way since Sister Mary was a kid. She could still remember fondly playing with those tiny plastic transistor's made in Hong Kong.
But boy was she in for a surprise.
Rebecca was going to live stream it on Chaturbate.
Rebecca detested Sister Mary.
First, she smelt of mothballs, secondly, her breath was rancid, thirdly, she had no teeth.
She'd be perfect for sucking cock, thought Rebecca, but isn't going to lick my shaved pussy.
'Now your turn,' said Rebecca and handed back the crack pipe.
Two blondes were licking for gold on the large monitors, they both had giant boobs that screamed of a nice boob job.
Rebecca had to think about Frank Russel to get through this mission.
'He doesn't seem so bad,' she thought aloud.
'Who doesn't seem so bad,' said Sister Mary, in a witchy voice.
She could have been the voice over of that wicked witch in the 1930's movie The Wizard of Oz, thought Rebecca, who aimed her hard hat at Sister Mary who took another hit of the crack pipe.
The authorities were notified by the live feeds and were staking out the Cathedral.
Sister Mary's career as a missionary was going to end hopefully dangling out of a helicopter over Manila Bay.
But the President of the Philipines knew that the Catholic Church had too much clout and the best he could hope for was deporting her back to Melbourne on the next flight today.
'The dirty little slut,' said Frank, who was unwinding at LA Cafe, where he watched Rebecca's first mission unfold in real time.
'The dirty fucking slut,' echoed Max.
Rebecca then walked into the bar, this time dressed up in a waxed up catsuit.
'Then again, it could have been worse,' said Frank.
His spirits were buoyed by the sight of this wonderful beauty who had in his eyes performed the perfect mission.
On the afternoon news bulletin, Sister Mary was looking distressed as she was forcefully put on an Air Asia flight back to Melbourne.
'They made me do it,' she kept on repeating.
'Apparently, she was under the influence of a poltergeist,' said the reporter, a big titted Philipino babe.
As far as Catholic Church cover ups go, this was a good one.
It was back at HQ of Big Tit Inc in East Java that Jack praised the new recruit.
His hands were acting on instructions from h
is smaller head down under and groped those gorgeous mounds of female flesh.
Rebecca obliged by pretending to be offended and jiggling those luscious jugs some more for a pure feminine effect.
I'm not very good at describing female apparel, my expertise is taking their clothes off. I'm getting better at the bra strap. But if I were to describe, I'd say she was wearing tight khaki shorts and a light cotton import t-shirt from Bangladesh. The type of t-shirt that lets the boobs breath while hugging them pretty snugly.
'Have you ever considered being a fashion designer,' said Max.
We were outside at the Blue Lagoon, enjoying the tropical sun.
It's always a perfect day in East Java, even in the monsoon season.
There's always a promise of exotic things to come.
Underneath Rebecca's white shirt was a pink bikini. I could tell because I could see the transparent strap over her shoulders and her long thick nipples that were begging for liberation.
'You mean this,' said the 24-year-old from Cebu who then leisurely proceeded to take her shorts and top off, licking her lips the whole time and then casually walking to the pool, everything went in slow motion, we wanted that five meters walk to last forever, and when she eventually arrived, she dived in.
It was when she breaststroked back to the side of the pool was when we got to see her full splendor. It had to be another natural wonder of the world.
I was wearing a white t-shirt myself. My guts was spilling out of it.
I was the last person Rebecca would want to hug.
When she got out of the pool her boobs heaved under the pink bikini.
Her nipples were perky and standing to two-inch attention.
The straps were at capacity supporting the weight of her love jugs and I could see little red strain lines forming around her slim shoulders.
She walked back towards the table.
Max had his tongue out.
Jack was tugging under the table.
She walked those five meters slowly. She swayed her Cebu hips.
The pink underpants hugged her like her skin.
The camel toe was winking at me.
'Come here babe,' she said to me.
I did as I was told.
She hugged me.
Chest to chest as they say.
She wiggled in my embrace and planted her mouth on mine.
Her nipples were penetrating my chest, aroused either from the quick dip or my manliness.
I was in titty heaven.
'You are officially hired,' said Jack, so make yourself at home.
'And we might have another mission for you,' piped in Max, who didn't dare stand up.
He was concealing a hard-on.
We were a tormented bunch under the Java sun.
But someone had to save the world.
We were selfless like that.
I was at the Sky Garden, patrolling for any suspect terrorists.
'Fuck you were,' said Brian, a mate of mine from New Zealand, who had traveled around Asia with me on my previous whoring missions. 'You're just here to score a big titted whore.'
He wasn't wrong on that account.
Bali was a honey pot for single Australians, I said but went on to explain that The Sky Garden was a magnet for crazy assed terrorists intent on making mincemeat of sex tourists.
'Not good for business,' I added.
I could see Max was itching for fun.
Max was itching for fun.
'Make up your fucking mind,' he said.
Experimenting with different intros is what writers do.
I was experimenting with a different opening, I said.
'You need to get laid, sonny,' said Max, who had just the choice mission.
'Japan,' he added, 'we are on the next plane to Tokyo.'
Tokyo was full of cliches.
There were a few of them I wanted to follow up too.
'Like big luscious Japanese tits?' asked Max.
'It must be the hormones they put in the soy milk,' I replied.
We were walking in the streets of Tokyo.
We had to be a novelty?
'Don't think so,' said Max.
Every second person was a white guy.
'And white girl.'
That's right Max, seems all the Japs have left.
Tokyo is a city of fetish, said Max.
The guys were hunks and the gals were babes.
'Bodies for hire,' I said.
We always want what we don't have and Corporate Japan had an appetite for glam Hollywood stereotypes.
'You mean they like to own a blonde babe?'
Something like that Max.
'Every second blond was escaping Australia for the Karaoke lounges of Tokyo,' I continued.
Did you fancy dropping into one for a drink, I asked.
'Hell yeah,' said Max.
A sake or two might be a nice lube to get into the Tokyo groove.
Let's flick a coin, I said.
Max was no stranger to Karaoke bars.
And I had never been to Sapporo, the north island.
'I hear they have nice ice displays.'
We were on the next flight out of Tokyo to the so-called 'ice' island.
'As you said, Frank, Tokyo is cliched.'
And I didn't want to be another writer trying to make sense of a Japan that made perfect sense to the Japanese.
Sapporo in Hokkaido was much more than ice.
'Look past the cliches,' said Max, 'and you'll be pleasantly surprised.'
It sounded like a really good plan.
Islands usually have their own flavors, traits and unique ideas.
'It's what makes islands so fascinating,' said Max, who was running with my expansive 'travel' mood.
There was no ice to be seen.
This could have been New York or Denver.
'Ice features too much,' said Max.
When in fact there was little ice.
The streets were like any normal streets.
Given it was cold, minus five degrees Celsius.
'Did you know they make the ice that goes into the city sculpture?'
I figured as much, I told Max.
And did you know the next island up is owned by Russia?
'And did you know that the chain of islands off Alaska goes 2500 kilometers due West and that the US has access to long runways only a stone's throw away from Asia?'
'I thought it was Guam,' I said.
'Everything thinks it's Guam, but the Alaska Achipeligo goes all the way to Asia's back door.'
'You mean if we island hop a few islands, we'll soon be in Alaska?'
Technically, yes.
'The US is only one island away from where Russia begins in the Asian region.'
Someone had been studying on Google Earth, and I wasn't about to own up to it.
'Did you see that joint,' I asked Max.
It was nearing 9 pm and the neon was flickering.
'I did.'
The red neon sign flashed 'Snow Bunnies.'
Max knew what I was thinking.
'We might actually see some ice,' he said, as we both entered the joint.
'Did you notice how after the sign flashed red, then those big boobies flashed in white?'
Yes, I did Max, and did you notice the bunny ears on top of the big boobies?
'Of course, I did.'
We had taken the plunge.
Not a white person in sight.
'This could be good recruiting ground.'
Indeed I said to Max, as we walked up the small set of stairs into what looked like the interior of a large igloo.
I could feel a chill.
The Polar Girl...
It had to be her.
Her real name was Tia Takanara.
She had flooded the porn market with her big milky tits.
They were jugs she milked for the thirsty.
We had been fed off her teets for longer than we'd admit.
And here sh
e was, drinking a milkshake.
She sucked hard on her glow in the dark pink straw.
A pink color flowed up the straw.
'It has to be a strawberry milkshake,' said Max. He was admiring the reflective pink bikinis not covering her perfectly fecund body.
'Fancy a milkshake, boys,' she asked us.
And that's how she was recruited.
'Over a fucking strawberry milkshake.'
Tia got our attention.
'This is Miyumi.'
Then a lovely Asian heifer walked towards from the corner of the room where she had been mixing drinks.
'You mean the corner of the bar,' corrected Max.
That's right.
I say heifer because she was well built in a petite way.
You need a frame to cover a big pair of racks.
'You mean my friend has Double E Bazookas?' asked Tia who kissed her gorgeous friend on the lips.
She was teasing us and keen to join the Big Tit Squad.
'And we aren't heifer,' said Miyumi, 'and here's the proof.'
She pulled out one of her full udders from her skimpy pink bikini top and squirted Max over the face as a mischevious rebuke.
'They don't call this the milking bar for nothing,' said Tia who gave me a squirt, a jet of warm milk cascaded out of her luscious boobs and drenched me all over my face.
Over the PA, an announcement is made.
'Take your seats, get comfy and enjoy the milkmaids as they squirt up a storm.'
This place didn't disappoint so far.
If Japanese had a predilection towards perversion, here was the living proof.
Max recruited Miyumi and Tia even before they dished up a frothy performance.
Jack called me from HQ in the tropical climes of East Java.
'Get your ass down here now.'
I was getting sick of doing missions in South East Asia and told him to sod off.
'You only want to check out our new recruits,' I said.
Jack was silent on the end of the phone, so I continued.
'So I caught you, what's up bro.'
He said the two new Japanese recruits might be handy when we infiltrate North Korea.
That was news to me.
Get on the next flight to Seoul.
I had an even better idea.
'We'll penetrate North Korea from China.'
Max was up for a mission and said he knew exactly what it entailed.
Southern China landed in the city of Baishan.
'It's only a taxi ride to the North Korea border from here,' said Max.
Tia and Miyuki were looking lovely dressed up in their heavy furry coats that did little to disguise their matronly boobs underneath.