Carrie Peter’s confidently strolled into the La
Plantt casino looking for Joey La Plantt the owner of the casino and alleged
leader of the local arm of militant extremist group SPECTA, the feared
terrorist group that was behind a recent string of attacks against American
companies. Carrie was now a veteran agent having recently come off her
first assignment with CUE, the secret government agency she worked for.
Even though this was only her second mission, her bosses thought she was the
perfect agent for the job. Joey Plantt was always a womanizer with a
fancy for tall blondes. Carrie at 5’10” with sassy strawberry blond hair
fit the bill to a tee.
Carrie was ready for this assignment mentally
and physically. Tonight she wanted to make absolutely sure that Joey noticed
her. If everything worked out as planned she’d be able to lift his
building pass which was the only way into his upstairs suite. It was
there that they thought they’d find some clues to his next attack.
The mission was on. Every eye tuned as
she all but strutted through the casino entrance doors. If her sassy
blond hair didn’t catch your attention you couldn’t help but notice the hot red
cocktail dress that was displaying her gorgeous her figure to perfection.
Display was correct because what dress there was only served to highlight her
features hidden just out of site. Carrie’s dress was partially backless,
held in place by a single thin strap connected to an alluring halter top that
just barely hid her magnificent 34 C chest. The plunging neckline made it
obvious she wore no bra and seemed beg the viewer’s attention to see if a
nipple was escaping the loose fitting material. The satiny material,
although not tight fitting, did nothing to hide curves. Her 34C beasts,
tight 22 inch waist, and incredible 34 inch hips were displayed to
perfection. One of Carrie’s best assets was her incredible long legs
which seemed to go on forever. They seemed even longer being highlighted
by the 5 inch heels and incredible short skirt she wore. The skirt barely
covered her bottom and each step threatened to reveal to the casino patrons
whether she had bothered to wear panties or not. It seemed physically
impossible that that much leg could be visible without any trace of panty or
butt cheek showing.
Carrie was well prepared for this mission with
the latest in communication technology. Just prior to coming on the
mission CUE researcher had developed a tiny microphone and speaker that had be
grafted into Carries ear lobe and upper lip. The secret to their size was
achieved by separating the local and long distance components into separate
devices. The microphone and speaker only had to be powerful enough to
communicate with the central unit which handled the transmission to nearby
agents. The central unit usually presented a concealment problem until
recent modifications were made. The central unit was now reduced to a
long relatively narrow shape. Even with a battery that would handle
continuous two way communication it only measure 4 inches long and just over an
inch in diameter. For this mission a tiny inch long spy camera that could
be removed to photograph secret documents was added to the unit increasing its
length to just over 6 inches. Even though the redesign unit was still in
the development stages it was felt that it was reliable enough to be used in
the field on this critical mission. For this mission Carrie wore the
central unit in the only place not visible under the hot red dress. She
had carefully slid it into her vagina prior to leaving her hotel room.
Since then she had been in constant communication with fellow agents that were
waiting for her to return with the Joey’s pass card.
Carrie had practiced with it several times the
prior week as the technicians worked to reduce the chronic vibration that the
build in antenna produced when it transmitted. Its effect was extremely
distracting but was reduced when the glasses with the build in video camera
were not being used. For the Casino part of the mission, the glasses were
not going to be used so Carrie felt she could handle the audio transmission
problem with practice if the volume was kept low.
Carrie was doing pretty well as she walked
through the hotel lobby and into the Casino so she went about her job of
locating Joey. He usually would make and appearance around 10:00 and
mingle with the guests before making his way over to great the high
rollers. Carrie was a bit nervous as several guys made unwanted advances
as she walked through. She was not prepared for the distraction as she
tried to keep up the confident image while casually looking for Joey. She
walked by the slot machines and the increased background noise seemed to effect
the transmitter buried deep within her sex. Her nipples hardened
immediately with the effect of the extra sensation. She tried to maintain
discipline but could not help but notice how her nipples poked defiantly at the
extreme edge of her halter top threatening to make an appearance at any
moment.
She was momentarily snapped back to reality by
the faint voice in her ear telling here that Joey was spotted walking thought
the lobby towards the Casino. Carrie immediately positioned herself so
that her path would merger with Joeys as he entered the casino. The force
concentration helped Carrie momentarily forget the distraction vibrating in her
sex.
She casually smiled at Joey in response to
Joey’s acknowledgment of her as their path merge. She figured that if he
didn’t approach her in that dress, he was either dead or gay. Carrie sat
down at one of the Black Jack tables and waited. The dealer hadn’t even
given her cards before Joey walked over to introduce himself. Again
Carrie didn’t want to be flirtatious and didn’t have to. Joe walked over
and placed himself in a poison that gave him a pretty much unobstructed view
down the front of her dress. As Carrie sat the front of her dress gaped
open just enough that it was virtually impossible to hide her breasts from view
without holding the dress to her chest. She felt a little self conscious
of the unobstructed view she was providing Joey but it certainly was having the
desired results. She waited till she had won the first hand before
turning to introduce herself.
Joey offered to buy her a drink as they left
the table for the nearby bar. They chatted casually as he pried her for
personal information about whom she was with and where she was staying.
Suddenly loads of bells and alarms went off as someone hit the nearby
progressive slot machine. Carrie almost blew her secret as her hidden
microphone picked up the noise and passed it though the equally hidden
transmitter. She let out a notable moan as the sensation passed through
her now wet vagina. She felt her lower lips swell with excitement as Joey
asked if she was alright. She held her breath hoping the sensation would
ebb but it kept up as the alarms announcing the jackpot winner continue to
ring. She had hoped that the technician in the monitoring truck, knowing
the effect the noise would have on her would have the common sense to turn down
the sensitivity. Carrie’s mind struggled to maintain composure as she
remember the comment the technician made about being able to have sex with
remotely. Was this his idea of a joke because if it was it was about to
jeopardize the entire mission.
Carrie explained that she didn’t know what was
the matter with her as Joey ushered her closer to the source of the
noise. It was Joey’s job to congratulate the winner and personally
present the check. Carrie, in one of her last rational thought realized
that this might be her last chance to lift the building pass, so in one valiant
attempt to maintain control of her mind before her body exploded in orgasm
reached out as if to walk arm in arm with Joey and made her move. As Joey
parted to great the winner Carrie blended into the crowd. She was right
on the edge trying desperately to hold back climax as she distanced herself
from the noise that threatened to put her over the edge. Her breathing
was raged and perspiration was overcoming her as she felt her body temperature
rise. She wasn’t suppose to use the microphone while in public view for
fear of being spotted but in a last ditch attempt to regain control of her
body, she whisper her request.
She didn’t know whether it was the response to
her request or the turning off of the alarms but all at one the sensation
stopped. She desperately tried to regain he composure as she made her way
to the rendezvous point. Somehow she had accomplished this part of her
mission despite almost loosing control of her body. She promised herself
that she would never let her body’s response put a mission at risk again.
Once outside she walked to the ladies room and
fixed herself up. She checked around and finding it empty lifted her
skirt and tucked the building pass down the front of her tiny thong panties so
she wouldn’t risk loosing it. It only took a second since the skirt only
hung an inch or two below them in the first place. In doing so she found
them soaked from her own fluids. She tried to dry herself off as she
filled the other in over her hidden microphone. As she spoke the
vibrations caused by the transmitter increased again. Since the
microphone was so close to her mouth, her own voice came across very strong and
caused the antenna to vibrate as it had earlier. She fought back her urge
to moan in pleasure as she struggled to understand the new change in plans.
There was some commotion at the main elevator,
so John her partner thought it would be a better idea to use the service
elevator that was located at the service entrance at the far end of the
Casino. Carrie listened attentively through her ear piece as he explained
the revised plan. They had to hurry though since alarms would only remain
off until they automatically cycled codes in an hour.
Carrie quickly finished and pulled her skirt down as
she left the ladies room. She avoided the main elevators where the
commotion was going on for the stairs at the far end of the building.
This was even further away from the service elevator forcing them to navigate
the buildings basement in order to get to the service elevator but it was safer
than being recognized by whoever was at the main elevator bank.
The new plan had her meeting John in the
storage room at the B1 level of the building. They’d then take the stairs
to the rarely used B2 level and find their way to the service elevator.
Carrie walked casually to the stairs now hoping
not to attract any unwanted attention in her devilishly sexy red dress.
She listened intently to her handlers for more detail on the changes.
Ducking into the stairwell, she picked it up as her heels clicked along the
steps. Once at the basement level, she looked for the storage room where
she’d suppose to find John.
This was Carrie’s first mission with John so
she didn’t know him that well. She did know that he was a real womanizer
and was constantly trying to expand their relationship beyond their work
environment. Carrie had learned already that she had to keep her guard up
in this business that was dominated by men. Being this was only her
second mission, she wanted to make a good impression on her bosses however she
was a little nervous and the constant distraction of that new transmitter
buried deep within her made it even more difficult. Her handlers
originally felt she was too junior for a mission of this level but felt that
there was just no way a man could get this close to Joey without raising
suspicions.
She found the storage room and walked in. She
didn’t see John anywhere and began to get worried. She whispered into her
microphone hoping that they’d be able to connect up through the marvels of
electronics if not by sight. Immediately John, dressed in his black one
piece jump suite, poked his head out from behind a pile of boxes. “Hi
Gorgeous”, was his greeting. She blushed slightly realizing the site she
was presenting him. “Do you have my stuff?” Carrie asked.
John brought Carrie a small sack which she quickly opened. “Where my
clothes?” she asked. “Oh there wasn’t enough room with all the ropes and
stuff so I left them at the pick up point.” Carrie, looked shocked and
yelled, “You don’t expect me to go climbing around Defucio’s place like this do
you?” “Sure baby. You look just fine. Let’s get going we
don’t have any time to waste.” Again Carrie tugged down on the hem of her
skirt thinking somehow it would reach further down her thighs. The effort
only tightened the top half against her chest highlighting the fact that her
nipples were not contained in a bra.
John made no attempt to hide his stare as he
mentally undressed his partner. Considering her outfit, it was not a
difficult task. Finally Carried broke his stare and “Don’t let your dick
get in the way of this mission. Let’s get going.”
Carrie hurried out the door with John close
behind. They hurried through the crowded basement until they found the
stairs to the B2 level. Carrie led the way which was just fine as John
seemed captivated by Carries long legs and bare back. The lower level
basement was equally crowded with old furniture and holiday decoration.
Carrie all but ran down the long corridor towards the other end of the
building. The 5 inch heels and tiny dress made the site that much more
captivating to her partner. The dress which barely covered her butt
standing now flashed a glimpse of her bare ass with almost every step.
John was fascinated that his partner would dare ware a dress that short but was
absolutely captivated that she would do it without panties. It appeared
that the only thing she had on was that incredibly sexy red dress.
John hurried ahead to see if his vision was
true but let out a sigh of disappointment as he saw a flash of white below the
impossible short dress of his partner. Seeing her partner’s reaction she
tugged the hem down but the hem that tied valiantly against hope to cover her
bottom gave up all attempts to provide her any coverage as she ran. It
was as though she was running in a night shirt which was not supposed to
provide any true coverage. The sight of her breasts bouncing freely under
the loose fitting top threatening to pop free at any moment was equally
distracting as John struggled to maintain his concentration.
There were more and more boxes and other
obstacles as they neared the other end of the building which slowed their
movement. Carrie had given up any attempt to preserve her modesty now,
just concentrating at the task at hand was becoming an increased
challenge. The communication unit that filled her vagina was becoming
even more distracting as she ran. Her breathing was coming faster and
faster and she was beginning to perspire despite the cool temperature of the
basement. Once again she felt her arousal building within her.
Final they reached the elevator that would take
them to Joey’s penthouse suite. She used the time while the elevator came
down to catch her breath and calm her overloaded emotions. They jumped
inside as the door opened. Without hesitation or thought, Carrie pulled
her dress up to retrieve the Joey’s building pass card. “So that’s were
you hid it” was John’s only comment as she pulled it out of the front of her G
string panty. “A girl needs someplace to carry her stuff. It’s not
like this dress has any pockets or anything,” was Carrie’s only response.
Carrie slid the card in the slot and then
pushed the button for the top floor. Their next job was to open the door
in the top of the elevator car. John boosted Carrie up to the door which
gave him and unobstructed view up her dress. John resisted the temptation
to reach out and stroke his partner’s lovely bottom which was barely inches
from his face settling instead to enjoy the brief but equally incredible view.
Once up top she reached down to give John her
arm. John almost choked on his breath as two of the loveliest breasts he
had ever laid eyes on came into view. Carrie’s nipples which protruded
almost an inch from her twin mounds and dangled teasingly right above his head
as if inviting him to reach out and touch them. How could he not get
excited by this incredibly tantalizing view? As he made his way though
the tiny door his arms right arm bushed across one of her bare nipples eluding
a gasp from Carrie as it passed. He could not believe the resistance the
usually soft flesh placed against the movement of his arm.
Once inside they made their way undetected to
the top of the buildings elevator. They quickly made their way into the
ventilation shaft which was the only unsecured access to Joey’s top floor
apartment. Carrie led the way though the narrow passage with John so
carefully monitoring the movement of Carrie’s ass which was completely bared as
the tiny dress road up her hips. Inside they carefully went about their
search for evidence always being careful not to set off any of the security
systems. John opened the hidden safe with ease and started taking
pictures with his miniature digital camera. Once they had thoroughly
searched Joey’s place, they started their escape. This time they decide
the quickest way was probably the best since they knew that time was
limited.
Together they hurried into the service elevator
to meet up with their extraction team waiting just down the street from the
hotel. Carried thought she had mastered her control over here emotions
until she felt the transmitter buried deep within her jump into action as she
spoke with James over the radio. It seemed that it was becoming even more
sensitive over time to surrounding noise or more likely her pussy, which was
now on its second hour of holding that hidden device, was beginning to take
over her will power to control it.
As the elevator door opened to the
sub-basement, they were both alarmed by the sounds of foot steps down the dark
hallway to their right. There quickly hurried off behind some storage
boxes but it was already too late. Security had already been tipped off
to their intrusion and were searching for them. There were two of them
and so far they hadn’t seen them so the element of surprise was on their
side. Feeling they needed to take care of this quickly so they could
complete their escape Carrie stepped out from behind the first set of
boxes. They momentarily froze not knowing what to make of a stunning
blonde amidst the junk in the basement. They stood silently taking in the
site before them as John jump the one. Carrie immediately lunged for the
other before he realized what had happened. With a flash of Carries long
muscular leg, she hit the second guard square in the stomach knocking him on
his back. He got to his feet quickly and managed a brief counter attack
hitting Carrie a couple of times on the arm and once in the face. He
moved in close and grabbed her dress pulling her to the ground at one point but
the success of his offense was short and ineffective. The furry of the
attack along with the constant reminder in her over stuffed pussy sent a rush
of adrenaline racing through Carries veins like she had never felt
before. All her training had not prepared her for this moment. She
was now operating on survival instincts.
Seeing this trained agent executed her karate
moves in training was a marvel to behold but to see it while wearing a dress
more suited for the cocktail lounge than the boxing ring was every guys wet
dream. Between the flash Carrie’s tiny G string panties and her sizable
chest it sometimes appeared that there was more of Carrie out of the dress than
in it. The dress that provided only token coverage under normal
circumstances was totally out of place in this physical
exchange.
Carrie now whipped into a sexual frenzy whirled
around catching the guard with the full force of he powerfully long legs.
He collapse at her feet as John managed to finish of the other guard.
Carrie struggled to regain her senses as her
heart pounded and breath raced. Carries breathing was more from the
overwhelming excitement than from the physical exertion. Trying to
explain their situation to James over the radio only made it worse. James
tried to calm her but Carrie was beyond clear judgment. She was like a
wild woman. She was in a life and death situation and so aroused that she
felt like she was on the verge of having an orgasm. It took every ounce
of her being not to lose it right then and there. All she knew was that
she had to get out of there and as quickly as possible before she lost total
control.
Momentarily disoriented she screamed at John to
follow and started running towards the brightly light room at the end of the
corridor hoping it would lead to the side stairs. John followed closely
behind never taking his eyes off that fantastic ass that was flashing in front
of him with every step. Despite the danger he could not help but marvel
at the site before him.
The corridor narrowed and filled with steam
from a leaking overhead pipe used to route heat to the upper level rooms.
It quickly became too hot to proceed. John briefly looked for an
alternative only to turn around just in time to see Carrie reaching for the hem
of her all too short dress. In one unhesitating motion Carrie pulled the
dress up and over her head unveiling that incredible body of hers which had
been teasing him all night. It was like everything was in slow motion as
she wrapped her hand in the dress, now makeshift rag and reached to shut the
burning hot steam valve. She slowly made progress on the valve as the
flow of steam diminished. John could do nothing more than look on in
stunned silence as the nearly naked goddess went about her task as if nothing
was out of the ordinary. The overhead lights and mist of steam in the air
provided a site of his partner glistening bare skin that would for ever be
burned in his mind. The effect of the tiny G string panties and 5 inch
high heels only accentuated the form in front of him. Each and every
muscle in Carries perfectly formed athletic body worked in perfect harmony
until the task at hand was accomplished and the steam no longer blocked their
path.
John in a momentary break from his lustful gaze
grabbed his partner’s naked form and ushered her past the little steam that
remained forcing Carrie to stumble and leave the make expensive rag behind
hanging from the steam valve. They paused to regroup at the end of the
corridor before they continued their exit. It was then that he realized
what had happened and in a rare act of chivalry started to return to retrieve
his partner’s only means of cover.
Carrie out of control with excitement yelled
for John to forget it shouting, “We need to get out of here more than I need
that dress.” John beat a hasty retreat catching another view of his
partner in the process. Despite the sweat soaked hair and body, there was
no doubt as to this girl’s natural beauty. Her uniform dark color didn’t
show a hint of a tan line anywhere on her body. He seemed captivated by
her heaving chest and firm round breasts. Each peaked with an even darker
quarter sized areola and nipple standing defiantly an inch from its base.
A lower look across the superbly sculpted stomach to her outrageously swollen
sex left no doubt as to magnitude her aroused state.
Only the sounds of approaching foot steps were
enough to bring him back to reality. Again they ran off seeking the
stairs that would lead them to safety. The site from the back was equally
impressive. Too see the muscles in his partner’s long legs work in perfect
unison with that tight ass was almost too much for him to take. The tiny
strings holding her G string panties in place only seemed to frame the perfect
form of her ass. The vertical string was buried between the cheeks and
only providing the minimum connection to the equally small string around her
waist. The effect was to pull the waist string down in the center cupping
each globe as if framing their natural perfection.
The abrupt scream to halt was the only thing that
brought him back to reality. Carrie was almost delirious with lust and
refused to stop until John reached out and pulled her behind a darkened
pillar. He placed his hand on her shoulder but a more firm action was
required to slow her down. In doing so his hand slipped from her sweat
soaked shoulder down to her narrow waist which he now held tight. The
swift motion brought his arm across her bare chest and breasts grazing her rock
hard nipples as it passed. He was preoccupied by the new threat but could
not help but notice the firmness of Carries body as he held her close
especially her breasts which seemed to move barely as his arm passed over
them. The sudden and unexpected contact with her exposed breasts was
almost enough to put her over the top as Carrie’s mind struggled to keep her
body under control. She let out a noticeable moan of passion as his hand
passed causing John to cover her mouth with his other hand. John could
feel the passion in his partner as his arm held her near. If it would
have been under any other circumstances, it would have been his dream to simply
caress her to the most blissful orgasm, but in this case their only hope was if
he could calm her down enough for her regain her composure. As they hid
he fought the urge to simply slide his hand down that next inch or so and
fulfill Carries needs. That would have to wait till another time.
As the guards cautiously searched each and
every door, Carrie fought to regain control. They were only a couple of
doors from finding them when Carrie whispered her plan in John’s ear.
This girl has balls was all that he could think as he reluctantly let go of her
taunt stomach and slipped back into the darkness.
Her modesty long since forgotten, her nudity
now seemed more an asset than a liability. With un-justified confidence
she stepped from behind the pillar just before the guards rounded the
corner. Standing under the overhead light with hands on hip and legs
slightly parted in only her G string and high heels she let the surprised
guards get a complete and unobstructed look at her all but naked body.
The distraction was obvious as their pants bulged in response to seeing
her. Seeming to fidget as a result of the guards penetrating stare, she
tugged up on the nearly invisible strings to her tiny panties in what appeared to
be an attempt to maximize the little coverage they provided. The effort
however only drew every eye to the only piece of her female anatomy that was
hidden from their view. The effect was to stretch the thin piece of cloth
across her obviously swollen pussy to the point that every subtle contour
including her neatly shaven bush was highlighted.
It didn’t help that it was all but transparent
from a combination of her sweat and other body fluids. Had she been
completely naked there would have been nothing more for them to see, however
the effect of tugging on the string gave the men a focal point for their
stairs. The effect was exactly as she had hoped, freezing them in their
track with every ounce of their attention riveted on her nearly visible pussy.
They were so engaged that they never noticed John
leap from the darkness taking out the one guard in the process. Carrie
concentrated her efforts on the other, kicking off her heels in the
process. With out the restriction of the dress she was a blur of naked
female furry. The newfound freedom was actually a godsend leaving her
with total freedom of movement while providing the guard nothing to grab hold
of.
She got in a couple of good kicks in before the guard
recovered from the shock of fighting a naked woman. He swung wildly
before landing a fist in the middle of her abdomen which seemed to penetrate
all the way to the evil probe buried deep inside her body. For anyone
else this would have been the beginning of the end but Carrie was so wound up
that nothing was going to stop her. Despite his superior size she was
able to flip him over her back landing him on the floor.
It was a classic fight with one notable
exception. Three of the combatants were fully dressed in long sleeve
shirts and long pants and one was all but naked. Carrie proved to her
adversary that her deficiency in clothing would not reduce her
effectiveness. Throughout the fight there were numerous loud slaps.
Sometimes it was the impact of a body against the floor but usually it was the
sound of something making contact with Carries bare skin. As the guard
tiered he tried to wrestler Carrie to the ground in a last desperate attempt to
regain control. He made numerous wild swipes at her landing several sticking
blows on her vulnerable bare breasts which seemed to be the target of his
renewed attach. An early blow had Carrie yelping in pain as his right
hand just grazed Carrie’s long out stretched nipple. The impact was
uniquely painful as it is not often that such a tender and sensitive piece of
ones anatomy is subjected to such force. Carrie’s nipples which protruded
like miniature radar towers were especially susceptible to the guards
attach.
Carrie’s bare flesh was starting to show the
effects with several red welts and scratches, the worst of which ran from the
top of her right breasts painfully across her nipple and down her side.
She continued trying to ignore the beating her bare flesh was taking as her
body once again boiled into a sexual fury that was threatening to
explode. Her body was in constant motion with a six inch probe stuffed
deep within her raging sex. She was out of control and there was no
stopping her body’s natural response to that much stimulus. With a blast
of unmatched energy she leaped and hit the shocked guard right in the jaw with
her outstretch foot, knocking him out cold. It was over and now she went
to work on John’s foe. With two on one it was over in a mater of seconds.
Both spent a brief moment recovering before
continuing the task at hand. Carrie stood there gasping for breath as
though she had just run a marathon. John marveled at how that the lovely
body that looked so soft and sexy in that little red dress could be so totally
overwhelming without it. He just had to see what that body could do in
bed.
Carrie looked down for the first time since
unthinkingly pulling the dress over her head to inspect her bare flesh.
Except for a little blood from the scratch across her right breast she looked
fairly unscathed despite the brutality of the fight. Her dark and
complete tan seemed to hide many of the bruises at least for the time
being.
She started rubbing her sore nipple hoping the
throbbing would subside without a thought to the view she was presenting
John. This only resulted in adding to her excitement level which was just
beginning to return to a manageable level. She paused before trying to
update James with what had just transpired. She managed to get out that
they where ok before John urged her on pointing out the obvious danger of
staying any longer. With that she casually adjusted the tiny patch of her
G string which had all but been swallowed up by her over swollen outer lips all
the time trying to understand the instructions James was giving her over the
hidden speaker. John, like the guards, was powerless to not stair.
As Carrie tried to concentrate on the conversation in her ear, she casually
extracted her only covering from her pussy lips carefully making sure her well
trimmed blonde pubic hair was tucked in. She located her discarded heels
and slipped them on adding a good 3 inches to her height. John grabbed
her hand and hurried her past the unconscious guards towards the stairs.
Carrie’s exceptionally firm breasts bounced
slowly in near perfect unison as the two raced up the steps increasing in
magnitude with each successive step. John momentarily paused as he
reached the lobby level not knowing what to expect on the other side of the
door. Casually exiting the building with a near naked blonde in tow was
out of the question. John suggested they head back to the first basement
level and search for something for Carrie to wear. Suggesting that they
may find a maids outfit or towel to cover her. Carrie argued that they needed
to get out of there and right away naked or otherwise saying no one ever died
of embarrassment.
James overheard the conversation through the
microphone. That was James’s first indication as to Carries current state
of undress. Everything had happened so fast that James never knew that
Carrie had lost her dress along the way. It was a dress that barely
contained her figure in the first place. She looked incredible in that
outfit but the thought of her without even that created fantasies in James
wondering mind. He became very quiet as he imagined Carries body in all
its naked glory. There was a long silence before he came back to reality
and urged them to get out of there right away and that he’d have the van come
down the side street to meet them. All they’d have to do was get to the
side street and they’d be safe. Hearing that, Carrie made up her
mind. She looked at John, took a deep breath, and opened the
door.
Carrie never thought in her wildest fantasies
that she would be walking through the lobby of a busy hotel casino naked but
here she was doing just that. This on top of all the other things that
had gone on where keeping her emotions on the frazzled edge of panic. She
could feel her nipples throbbing as they lightly bounced with each step she took.
Her heart raced. She could feel that warm glow of perspiration forming
despite the cool temperature of the room. Every nerve seemed to be
sending a signal to her mind that this was ridiculous. How could she be
doing this?
Since she was barely able to think she needed
to keep things simple. Her only plan was to get as far as possible
without being noticed in order to minimize the distance she would have to
run. There was a side door down the hall from the stairs that would get
them out of the building. All she had to do is was walk from the stair
well to the door and she’d be home free. That was what James was coaching
her to think as he whispered in her ear. “Home free” that was all Carrie
could think of as she carefully walked towards the door. It took every
ounce of her control to not just break form and run for the exit.
Carrie’s hair was a disheveled mess and her
makeup was ruined but that naked body of hers, even in it current raged state,
could make a man’s heart skip a beat. To see it in such stark naked
contrast to all of the other guests in their formal evening attire made the
site even more titillating.
She couldn’t believe she had made it nearly
half way to the exit seemingly without being noticed. How could this be?
Were all these people blind? Then it happened. There was a crash of
dishes and a scream as one of the diner servers walk out of the kitchen and saw
the tall naked blonde. A quiet stillness fell over the whole lobby as
everyone stop what they were doing and looked up to see the naked beauty
quickly walking past. Some people, especially the men, seemed paralyzed
in their places as Carrie approached. Who could blame then though.
How often do you see a nearly 6 foot blonde perched on top of 5 inch high heels,
wearing only a nearly invisible G string walking through the lobby of a Casino?
The attention was too much for Carrie as she
started sprinting towards the door past all the startled guests. The
increased speed put her 34 C chest into a mesmerizing blur of motion as one
could imagine. The blur of bouncing female flesh seemed to paralyze
everyone preventing them from either moving out of her way or to block her
exit. The swinging of her breasts just also seemed to amplify the effect
her throbbing nipples were having on herself. That along with the motion
of the transmitter buried deep within her vagina was sending wave after wave of
additional stimuli to her already overwhelmed sex which was engorged with the
cumulative effect of all that had transpired. Her extended clit pressed
hard against the thin nearly transparent material of her panties. To most
it did not appear as she even had that tiny piece of covering.
John followed close behind but was hardly even
noticed since every eye was on the naked women running through the crowd of
people. Some screamed but most just looked on in shocked amazement.
Carrie rounded the corner with such speed that
she could not help running into several people that were too slow at getting
out of the way. She tried to brace herself and minimize the impact but
ended up knocking two people clean off their feet including one middle aged man
that seemed to take the full impact of her breasts in his face as he went down.
She had to fight off two over zealous men that
tied to grab at her as she got back on track. There were almost to the
door when they heard the shouts to stop once again. There was no stopping
her now however as the adrenaline raced through her veins. Alarms sounded
as she crashed though the door into the cool evening air outside.
She momentarily stopped, confused on which way
to go in the new surrounding. The bright casino lights glistened brightly
off her sweet soaked skin highlighting ever subtle curve and mussel.
Breathing hard, she looked around trying to get her bearings oblivious to the
fact that her G string panties had slip down exposing a generous amount of her
blonde pubic hair which had been neatly shave into thin mohawk at the
moment. Just then John exploded through the door followed by several
casino guards. He helped Carrie orient herself towards their escape route
by grabbing her nude frame and pulled her towards him, grabbing a significant
amount of her breasts in the process. It was nothing sexual just hard grabbing
her without making contact with her sizable and equally exposed chest. It
didn’t matter anymore anyway. Grabbing her sensitive breasts under these
circumstances was little more than other would normally view contact with an
arm or leg.
John pulled her off to the left as he tempted
to delay the on rushing guards by pulling down a poster board advertising
tonight’s night club act. The sexy night club act was nothing compare to
the display going on in front of the casino however. Carrie was no longer
thinking rationally as she sped off down the sidewalk bumping into several
people along the way. Her body which had been so close involuntary climax
several times earlier could be held back any longer. As she ran an arm
grabbed her accidentally grazing both her nipples which were leading the
charge. The manly arm was that of James Brody whom she had been in
contact with using the hidden transmitter. He literally threw her into
the van park on the street. The accidental contact along with the relief
of finally being safe was all it took to put her over the top. Every
mussel in her body tensed as she screamed with the onset of her
orgasm.
Carries emotions had been in an aroused state since
she inserted that crazy transmitter almost 3 hours earlier. She was so
close on several occasions but fought to maintain control knowing that her the
mission and her life were literally in the balance but now it was as if the
cork a had been pulled from a well shaken bottle of champagne. She was
barely conscious as John jumping in the van besides her. James sped away
trying to distance himself from the casino as quickly as possible but not
attracting so much attention as to arouse suspicion of the police. They
knew Joey was well connected and would have the police tracking the van almost
immediately so they had planted a second car just blocks away. Carrie was
still coming down from the body numbing orgasm that had just ravaged her body
as the van pulled up to their second car. She was dizzy and disoriented
as James and John help her to her feet and out of the Van. She tried to
walk but was seeing stars from the lack of blood flow to her brain. The
magnitude of the orgasm had total wiped her out as if draining ever remaining
ounce of energy from her system.
She had always been a very sexual person and
had always had a wild side which was perhaps what had drawn her to this
business but this was by far the widest experience in her young life. As
they drove off she laid quietly in the back seat resting in the afterglow of
her experience. She wasn’t sure how she had survived but relaxed in the
wonderful feeling of having succeeded in her mission. How ironic it
seemed being a secret agent when her entire body was on public display for
anyone who cared to look. She didn’t realize that in the investigation
that follow many people very accurately describe every aspect of her feminine
features including her breast size but the descriptions of her face were so
wind ranging that her career as an agent was well protected. She silently
laughed to herself not realizing how often she’d find herself in just that
situation on future missions.
Part 2