Part 1
Brooke let out a frustrated sigh as she tried the tight metal locks on her hands and ankles once again. Why did she feel like she was always getting captured? She was better than this, or well, she thought she was. It had been over two years since she had been introduced into the spy world, yet it did not seem to get easier. Maybe that was the life or maybe she just wasn’t cut out for it? She wasn’t sure. Once again, it felt like her future was up in the air, both her life and her profession because of this mission. It had looked so simple and now had escalated beyond anything she could have imagined.
At least the prison this time was nicer than the old temple two years ago. She figured that under such a lavish hotel they had to keep up appearances in every aspect. But that also meant that the security was tighter, and the chances of escape were minimal. It also didn’t help that she wasn’t alone in the prison this time, with two other women tied up in similar positions to her left and right.
“You seem to find yourself in this position quite often Brooke…I never should have teamed up with you two foolish little girls.” The trapped person on her left hissed breaking her line of thought. Brooke glanced her blue eyes at the platinum-wavy blonde-haired woman chained up like she was. She doubted that her co-prisoner was used to not being in control and was more frustrated than she or the other woman in their current predicament. Before she could respond a small laugh came from her right.
“You are equally to blame. Withholding information from us, your ‘partners’ I remind you, is what got us into this mess.” The other woman hissed, her long single braided black hair resting on her shoulder while she grunted to break free once again to no avail. The blonde woman responded with a snippy comment of her own and the two snapped back and forth about who was more culpable with Brooke wedged in the middle of the spat. After a minute of bickering, they went silent and the spy in the middle huffed at the pettiness of them. It was true, their lack of teamwork was the reason they had ended up in this predicament, but how could she work with them? Both had ulterior motives and honestly, it felt like they would just as likely attack her rather than their enemies before this mission was completed. Once again, the world was at stake and Brooke felt like she was the only person who could save it.
It has been a long year for Brooke. After her involvement in the Giant Women Incident, as it was now known, life had switched into fast gear. Overnight she had become the top spy in her field sent to deal with erotic women in the name of the Organization. This led her to practice and train in unorthodox types of fighting. Soon she had specialized and mastered a unique form of interrogation and punishment at the end of these jobs.
The reality was often on her missions, she ended up nude, wrestling, and fucking other incredibly attractive women with the goal of dominating them sexually. Something she and Victoria had done on a whim in that valley turned out to be more common than she could have imagined, and it seemed that the natural rivalry that existed between the sexpots of the world made these encounters even more regular and intense. She had always been a natural beauty that people wanted to sleep with even before her spy life, but with her training, her stamina, and her endless sexual hunger, she had an edge over seemingly every woman who attempted to tangle with her.
Of course, none of this would have happened if it had not been for her clash with her, in Brooke’s words, her true rival, Victoria…the ex-top spy of the Organization and ex-lover of Brooke’s boyfriend and fellow spy Brock. Their duel had shaken the ground and opened a new world for both women. No matter how many missions Brooke completed, how many women she dominated in bed, in her mind, it was always training for a destined rematch with the one-eyed spy. To her frustration, the Organization had ordered Brooke off the chase of her rival a few months ago, and she bitterly agreed to the order. Victoria was like a shadow, disappearing every time Brooke finally thought she had caught up. It was like the woman was taunting her from afar, defeating women in a similar fashion as Brooke and many times leaving her mark, a dark red lipstick kiss on the foreheads of her defeated sexfight victims.
Getting called off was maddening because Brooke wanted more than anything to be the one to catch Victoria and bring her to justice. It annoyed her even further that she had been the one to win their last confrontation, yet she was the one chasing Victoria! She doubted the blonde would be willing to live with the shame of her defeat in their sexfight. But that led to the question that was always on Brooke’s mind. Why hadn’t Victoria hunted her down? Why was the ex-spy biding her time for their rematch?
There was no question that things might have been different if they hadn’t been massive and drugged up during their island duel. She wondered if one of them could truly dominate the other sexually in a fair fight? Especially now that they both seemed to relish in this dirty type of confrontation and were far more skilled than before. The truth was it bugged Brooke more than she liked to admit that Victoria didn’t seem interested in coming after her for revenge.
But she knew she couldn’t let it consume her, so she focused on her other missions for the Organization and her own perfection of her craft. But that’s where the trouble began. Once she was off Victoria’s trail, Brooke had more free time and that led her to being more aware of the growing signs of trouble around her. She started to see holes in the stories of the Organization and started to feel as though things were not always as they seemed. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue from one of her fellow agents, or maybe it was some of the targets that she was sent after and the ‘goals’ of her missions not making sense. Or maybe it was Victoria’s warning, that the Organization forced the blonde to betray it. Little by little drops of doubt filled her glass, but she pressed on, or pushed them down and away as best she could. For her new life, and her boyfriend.
But the feeling of worry didn’t leave her, and as the signs became more frequent over the last month, Brooke began to worry. People in the Organization became colder, and she felt like an outsider…just like she had in her old life. Her missions also started to get even weirder, collecting artifacts, and information that did not seem like ‘saving the world’ notes. It seemed like she was the only person willing to question the motives of what the Director and her inner circle asked of the agents. Brooke wanted to bring her fears up to Brock, but after a night of lovemaking, his words about the Director didn’t make her feel any better. He spoke like the Director was divine, like she had something that Brooke didn’t. It was enough to make her jealous, even though there was no point. The Director was in no shape to fuck or compete with Brooke’s body for his affection.
But the words…the way his eyes seemed to light up when she was mentioned, gave her immense pause. It seemed it was impossible not to feel alone in this world, and the words Victoria had spat at her in their duel “The organization makes you crazy!” rang in her head over and over. In the end, she decided she was going to bring it up personally to the inner circle. She had been building up the courage to bring up some of her concerns, but just an hour ago she had received an urgent mission request from the top. A private meeting with Director and her 2nd in command, which was quite uncommon, so she decided to wait till after this was completed.
That is what led Brooke to walk down the halls of the hidden base, less familiar faces than ever around as she scanned down the white halls. Though it seemed even the new faces all knew her and would double glance to get a good ogle of her body as she walked by.
Finally reaching the Directors’ office, she stood, letting the scans complete before it opened, and she stepped into the board room. At the present, there was a simple desk with two women beside it, one sitting and one standing. “Brooke, welcome, thank you for coming so quickly.” The Director spoke as the honey blonde sat down on the opposite side of the desk facing her.
“Of course,” Brooke replied as her eyes adjusted to the light. The figures of the two women in front of her had been in the shadows, but now she could see them as clearly as they would allow.
“Well done on that last mission, your status report was very detailed, just how we like it.”
“Thanks, yeah it was very difficult…she was skilled,” Brooke commented, remembering the threesome of her last mission. Over the last year, she had been ordered to detail out every bit of her missions, and to include all details of the sexfights, even parts she wanted to leave out. But after being chastised twice by the Director herself, she added them in…every second and every sexual detail.
A moment of a lull as the Director fingered through the documents and Brooke took this time to get a good look at her boss. Supposedly she was only a few years older than Brooke, but her body looked frail. Grey hair falling out, and thinner than a normal human should be. It was hard to imagine her as a babe, though Brooke could see the outline of what might have been. At the rate the Director was aging in the last year, Brooke was sure she wouldn’t be around much longer, and she wondered who would replace her. Her focus snapped back at the Director’s grey eyes met her stare.
“You have been a very good spy for us Brooke, and now we must send you on one of the most important missions in the history of this Organization.”
“Victoria?” Brooke enquired trying to hide the desperation in her voice, the ex-spy’s name alone from her lips made her almost shake in anticipation.
“You always ask, and the answer is always the same. No, it’s not her.” The woman standing next to the director spat with a strict teacher-like tone. Brooke turned her gaze to the figure. Diane, the mean-looking secretary and the second in command of the organization. Unpleasant seemed to be her standard personality, and her strictness towards the rules was well known to everyone who crossed her path. She had sharp features with crystal green eyes and a small beauty spot on her upper right cheek. Her black hair was always in a bun, so it made it very difficult to guess the length or style if she ever wore it down, but Brooke doubted she did even when she was having sex…if the bitch ever did get laid.
If you could get past the awful exterior of her personality, Diane’s body was a treat. Young, smooth slightly pale skin, long legs, and an incredible hourglass figure. She was the only woman in the organization that Brooke admitted was a match against her body-wise. Their chests could only be a millimeter apart at most and somehow the Secretary must have found time to equally hit the gym and training sessions as Brooke did. The dangerous vibes that seemed to emanate from her always put Brooke on edge, and it didn’t help that she had often imagined fighting Diane in the way she and Victoria had. Rumor was that supposedly Diane had been one of the most highly taunted proteges in the Organization right alongside Victoria a few years back. A rivalry between the two sexy spies was whispered in the halls, but then Diane removed herself from missions and became the Directors number two and personal assistant prior to Victoria’s betrayal.
But Brooke would never really know for sure. Everything about Diane’s past was strictly confidential, and Brooke had no way of knowing how dangerous or sexual this woman really was. Sensing the tension between her number two and Brooke, the Director gave a slight cough, “Diane.” She warned, and the secretary went quiet. “No, Brooke, we promised we would give you the first shot at Victoria when she reappeared again, but alas she has been out of sight for the last few months.”
Brooke hid her disappointment because waiting for Victoria was like hoping a poison was going to slowly kill you. Yet, she was addicted and could only again wonder how Victoria was resisting it. The Director spoke again in her normal flirty tone, “This mission is to deal with a threat to one of our most valuable investors and her collection.” She motioned with her head and Diane handed her a file that she then placed forward on the desk towards Brooke.
“This is Countess McBrayer; a young heiress of a family that is the number one trader of ancient valuables. She deals with exotic items and has been helping us greatly over the last year in our growing science research.” Brooke looked at the young woman in the photo and was stricken with how beautiful she was, tanned, a college girl face, with a cheeky smile, and lush straight dark brown hair. You could photoshop her into any college party and she wouldn’t look out of place, though the puffy dress she was wearing in the photo looked more like an 1800s party.
“We are led to believe there is a threat of robbery from one of the native people who are looking to reclaim their lost valuables. Funnily enough, you already have a special connection to this mission, as the valley in which you and Victoria fought was home to the native people in question.” Brooke gulped, she always knew that she and Victoria had destroyed more in minutes than some wars do in years, and the valley of their duel would never be the same.
“It seems our dear Vladimir was so caught up in his own idea of growth and power that he ignored a lot of the hidden treasures to be unearthed in that temple, including this one.” A third picture appeared; a small sphere no bigger than the inner palm of her hand with runes in a language Brooke had never seen covering it.
“This is what we believe they are after, and it is of the utmost importance to keep the Countess in our good graces while she is studying the artifact. Any danger to her or the collection is a direct threat to our research.”
“Understood, but who is the threat?”
A new picture was pushed in front of her. “This is the last remaining survivor of those people, Princess Sienna. We believe she was present at the valley where you and Victoria dueled. Over the last few months, we have been monitoring her movements and it is clear now she is determined to take back this object which we cannot allow.” Brooke viewed Sienna’s photo, another exotic beauty and Brooke was understanding why exactly she had been chosen for this mission. Her darker skin and almost black eyes were incredible, and the resting bitch face worked with her style. She looked in her early 20s at best, and her dirty dark black hair was in one long thick braid resting on her shoulder. Her body was incredible, and Brooke’s eyes danced back between the Countess and the Princess unable to tell whose breasts or waist was better with their outfits and from the pictures alone…but she was sure them standing next to each other would be quite a sight.
“Our last records are roughly two months ago show her traveling to the isle where the Countess resides, but she disappeared into the masses and none of our security team have been able to locate her. It puts us in a difficult position, as though the Countess controls the island, she is at the whim of the investors and business owners. Our Organization can move in the shadows but those billionaires who run the many shops, clubs, and restaurants do not like her or us looking into their employees or money. Meaning Sienna may be even working right under our noses. All we assume is she is attempting to find a way to reach the Countess or more so her personal collection.”
Now that the pictures were side by side, Brooke really understood why she had been chosen for this mission, “They both look….” Brooke wanted to say ‘like babes’, but that didn’t seem appropriate in front of her boss. “Attractive?” The Director responded, seemingly reading her mind and gigging, “They are, and young and feisty. I had the pleasure of meeting our dear Countess and she is not one to back down from a challenge to her…physical attributes. Though you would have to drag her away from her research prior to that.” The Director sighed, rolling her eyes slightly at the memory.
“Really?” Brooke questioned, looking again at the hot Countess, struggling to imagine her in a lab coat.
“Yes, the Countess is considered somewhat of a genius while also celebrating her 22nd birthday. The Princess by our records is the same age, but we can’t know for sure, Sienna’s records are a bit dicey. Now, McBrayer’s research is one of our top priorities, so treat this mission as such. You won’t have any help from the security forces and will be on your own. You will visit the island, infiltrate, locate the princess, while keeping yourself out of sight, and take her out by any means necessary.”
Brooke wondered if by ‘any means’ meant her way, and it was answered with a sultry nod from the tired-looking Director.
“Making the Princess submit should be a simple task for a woman with your bodily qualities, do as you must.” The Director hummed, the shallow eyes doing a full up and down view of her employee’s lush womanly body. Brooke always felt like the Director was flirting with her, but often, it felt like the woman was far more interested in devouring her than hooking up. Comments about her skin, her face, her sexual prowess, and her body’s ability to control her lust just to name a few things that she often teased Brooke about. If the Director wasn’t as sickly, Brooke would think that she was even challenging the spy at times, but Brooke was sure if they ended up in bed, she would absolutely dominate the Director with little effort. This time, Diane let out a small cough and Director sighed, clearly taking the hint from her second in command, “Well, that is all, you are dismissed. Complete this mission with haste, and once you have captured or eliminated the Princess, you are to report to the Countess for the next steps.”
“Understood,” Brooke replied getting the notion she was to leave immediately. This did not give her a chance to say goodbye to Brock…though it wouldn’t have mattered, he seemed far more distant nowadays anyway and a short conversation was not going to fix their issues. When she got back, she would make sure to spend some time with him or at least try to understand what was wrong. Only a few minutes later and she was on her way to the hangar led by Diane. Her gear, clothes, and other essentials she always had packed were loaded for her during the briefing. As Diane led her towards the plane, the Secretary handed her more documents to study on the flight in a single envelope.
Brooke took them, but instead of opening the files and starting, she couldn’t help allowing her eyes to get a full view of the second in command walking in front of her. The woman was wearing a tight very short leather skirt, with black fishnet stockings with long closed toe black heels. Diane’s full-fat ass looked like it was bouncing just at the cut-off under the shiny material. The white blouse was tight around her thin waist, and from the side could even see the woman’s chest bounce and her nipples protruding out of her shirt. Diane didn’t wear a bra…that was a little bit of information she would store for later. Her eyes shot back up as Diane turned to face her reaching the stairs of the plane. “Finish this quickly and meet with the Countess, don’t waste our time or resources on the resort.”
Now Brooke studied her face, and those green eyes hidden behind the sexy black square glasses. The Secretary always looked like she was judging you and Brooke pushed her chest a bit more forward to give her something to judge. Diane raised an eyebrow at her but did not take the bait…not backing down, but not giving Brooke a hint if she was willing to play along. They were not friendly, and the only reason seemingly was their bodies rivaling each other.
But maybe there was more? Brooke knew that Diane wanted to be the one to take down Victoria maybe as much as she did. Brooke getting a victory over the ex-spy seemed to infuriate Diane, though the exact reason why she wasn’t sure. Brooke raised an eyebrow at the serious tone and implication of the order she had just received, “What? Just orders and no good luck? Common Diane, maybe we should hang out more.” She teased, drawing out the woman’s name as she took the envelope and began to ascend the steps of the plane, making sure Diane got just as good a view of her full ass as the Secretary had been giving her on their walk. If anything, she was always going to try and get the serious Diane to at least crack a smile or take the challenge. Everyone was always so serious recently and this woman most of all. Their work was hard enough, no need to be snippy at each other unless they were in bed.
“Hmph, Good luck Brooke, you will need it,” Diane responded with a twisted smile toward the young spy just as the plane door closed in front of her. Brooke felt a sudden wave of insecurity that had been building in her stomach come rushing out. It just felt like another sign that something was up in the Organization, and that she was very much in the dark. Should she be worried? Yes, her senses and training as a spy had taught her that any indication of treachery was good enough to be on guard. But there was also the fact that Diane was a bitch, a fuckable one, but a bitch. She had been trying to push the bitch’s buttons, and maybe Diane just wanted to fuck with her before they ended up in bed. Still, the sense of doubt lingered, and she decided she would look more into this when she returned from this mission.
The flight was long, over 13 hours before the plane landed on the Island of Carnage, named for a war battle that had taken place on the shores decades before but was now one of the most exotic and elite resorts in the entire world. As she read through the details of her mission, she realized it would be quite a challenge to locate the Princess and get her to submit. The place was massive, and if the security forces that ran the resort had been unable to locate Sienna for months. The Countess was the key, and if Sienna was attempting to get to her, then that would be Brooke’s best bet as bait. She memorized the photos of the women and key figures while also taking account of all the exit points and locations in the hotel until she just couldn’t store any more information. She attempted to relax but couldn’t let go of the tingle of warning in her body from her little comment from Diane.
Infiltrate the resort and capture the princess, but why was this the top mission? Brock had warned her recently about asking questions, but that seemed like something only blind stupid followers would do, and that could only lead to corruption. The details of the mission also didn’t say much about the artifact or what the Countess was researching for the Organization. Usually, there was more, more she was given access to, and this only continued to make her wary.
But she would have to come back to that later once she had completed it, as she put on her first of many disguises before exiting the plane. She was driven to the resort from the small airport after landing, the hot wet tropic air filling her lungs and quickly making her sweat.
The building came into sight before anything else, and even she was awed by the size and grandness of the resort. The Hotel De Amor, where every desire you could dream of was reality. Check-in was easy, her fake name was already registered in a nice room as part of the grand hotel’s main building. The resort was on a small island dominated by structures and pool areas in general. There was still a decent section of forest that remained on the outskirts of the island but was all marked and walled off. It had taken quite a few tries to get a hotel to work on this isle but now it was established, it was the elite of the elite. The hotel itself was gorgeous, with almost 25 floors with rooms, and events, and built like a city. This month and basically every month it was fully booked, with thousands and thousands of guests filling the bars, clubs, and pools, because if you wanted it, you could find it here. This only made it easier for Brooke to slip in among the beauties of the rich and begin her search for the Princess. It honestly was hard to wrap her head around how much money must exchange hands every single day on this island.
Right now, she was sporting a jet-dark hair wig covering her light brown smooth locks. Fake glasses and contacts to hide her blue eyes. She doubted anyone would recognize her, but she might need to change things up, so it was good to start with a random one. There was the fact that even after deleting all traces of who she was, there were always rumors of spies in the upper layers of the world and people were always nervous and looking.
Once she was checked in, she got to her room she quickly set out her gear. An abundance of skimpy bikinis, some far more risqué than others. Tight, thin dresses for walking around the resort, and her favorite black latex spy suit that she had come to enjoy wearing. That was one thing that Victoria was right about, it was the most optimal for fighting, and even more so for seduction. Her preference was all black, but any color worked as long as she could show off her curves.
She had slept well on the plane, so she had all day to start her mission. The first goal was to get some clue about where the Princess was hiding. But where should she start? A few seconds of indecision plagued her before she looked out one of the windows to one of the massive pools. Though she didn’t miss her old life at all, she did sometimes think how nice it would be to be back in school, on spring break with friends just relaxing in her swimsuit and playing around. Not like she got to do that back then, because she didn’t really have any friends. But with her newfound confidence, she felt a bit of regret and saw a chance to live it just for a bit.
No, she had to focus on the mission she told herself, pulling her eyes away from the window. So, she started by exploring the hotel, meeting, and turning down the advances of the many men who eyed her with lust while she investigated. Many of the women here were hot, maybe not in her league but only a step or two away and a rare few might just have been her equal. A few that she wouldn’t have minded competing in her way, and some of the looks she got back meant they likely felt the same way.
In the end, those were the two first days of her mission, an endless search in a maze like a mouse looking for the smallest piece of cheese. Fortunately, they went by without incident, and her low profile was easily kept, but honestly, it was a bit frustrating. She had zero luck and even got rejected when she attempted to flirt her way past the higher levels of security for more details. No sign of Sienna, no connection to the Countess, and if she didn’t know better, she thought she felt someone trailing her a few times. It put her on edge, and on the third day, Brooke had the urge to take at least a few hours to relax and even have some fun if she could swing it. It would give her time to regroup and rethink her strategy.
Clearing her head was always a good tactic as a spy to refocus, and even with her unique sets of skills, it wasn’t often she got to have a mission in such an elite tropical destination. “Fuck it.” She said aloud, she earned a holiday mid-mission after all the work she had been in the last year.
She picked out a very skimpy red two-piece bikini for this day, something she could really show off her body, and maybe make a few other women feel a bit inferior, just for the thrill of it. It covered her chest like a wrap and was a G-string tied on the sides. Grabbing a book and a towel, she skipped out of her room with a naughty smile on her face
Maybe an hour later, as she laid out taking a little break from her mission to take in some sun, a waiter appeared dressed in a far too formal suit for the heat by the pool. Brooke’s eyes cracked open but sensed no threat from the man, and kept her cool, “Miss, apologies to disrupt you, but we will be commencing a little contest in the far pool for a fabulous prize, and our staff would like to offer you a spot in the said competition.”
“Oh, and what’s the contest and prize?” Brooke responded with a flirty manner, playing the part of the hot girl lucky to be at the rich resort. She had already seen a few women and men eye her, but with lust and frustration that they weren’t with or looked like her.
The man smiled, “The winner will receive a dinner ticket to dine with the esteemed owner of the hotel, Courtney McBrayer, and as for the contest, well it’s a contest for women and their ample features. I believe in English it is called a wet t-shirt contest if I can be so vulgar.”
“Oh!” Brooke gasped with real shock at the revelation, but should she be surprised? This resort seemed to have a lot of women brought here for their bodies, and she was sure some of the rich men, and even maybe some of the rich women would happily want to compare who had the best physical company and assets. Confirming her thoughts, the waiter continued, “Yes, many men here and women here enjoy the flesh and find the most unique ways for them to compete and compare. Would you care to join today’s event?”
The Organization would absolutely be furious if they found out she was participating in stuff like this, but they had been working her so hard. It wouldn’t kill them, and she wanted to have fun…she never got to do things like this back when she was a loner in college. She also liked the idea of really getting to show off and prove she had the best body here. Plus, the prize was a dinner with the Countess, so who knows, maybe the Princess would be around or at least Brooke could get some info from the McBrayer woman. Because from the photos Brooke had seen, Sienna too was a woman with features that could win a contest like this.
Considering it for just another second, she smiled at the man, “You know, I think that sounds fun, I’m in.”
The man returned the smile, “Wonderful, here is your contest shirt, you have 5 minutes to head over to the far heart-shaped pool, of course, only the shirt may be worn, and it must cover your breasts, oh and these bottoms are required, we want to make sure it’s fair between the contestants.”
“Of course.” Brooke said, taking the small white t-shirt that was handed over to her along with the small simple green thong, ‘Wow.’ She thought the shirt was so small, it would be lucky that it covered her boobs at all. The thong made sense; it wasn’t a string style but revealed 90% of her ass like one she would wear to play in the ocean or sports in.
She got up from her seat, and walked swiftly to the changing room, switching out her more revealing bikini for the competition thong. Then, she tossed her bikini top into her bag and squeezed into the small white tee. In fairness, it did cover her full chest albeit being very tight. It also only got about 3 inches down her stomach, making her belly button and smooth abs fully visible.
Coming out, she made her way to the stage that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere near the deep large heart-shaped pool. The waiter from before smiled as she approached, somehow keeping his stare professional, and led her on the stage to the number 5 spot, next to a few other women. It seemed some other very pretty girls had been asked to join but only three were wearing the provided colored competition thongs, including Brooke. She guessed that meant that those wearing them were likely the favorites while the others were simply filler for the game. They stood in line, as a big cluster of people came to watch the sexy show, the good-looking announcer was behind his DJ booth smiling and laughing with jokes to the rich and powerful. Then it began, buckets of water placed behind the girl’s where a very sexy buff man was ready, the lucky person to pour the water on the women. The first two who got wet were pretty girls who looked embarrassed but laughed as they did little jumps and jiggled their nicely sized-breasts. But in the third sport was the first girl wearing a thong, a darker-skinned girl with an amazing body, and long silver hair, wearing a blue style with the same design as Brooke’s green little piece. She stepped forward confidently, with a big grin as if she had already won. Brooke’s slight distance from her blocked her view with them still in a line.
But she was able to see her opponent get drenched, shaking her womanly body in all the right places as the clear liquid covered her and poured down her form. She licked her red lips at the mob while her dark areola became visible, and her brown nipples began poking out of the thin cover. She then struck a sexy pose, hands on hips, bending her knees in a low squat and slowly popping back up, with an extra jiggle on her breasts that got hoots and groans of desire. It looked like something a very good dancer could do and she was using it to the best effect. Continuing her sexy dance show, she rotated her head in a full rotation, pushing her visible tits out in the shirt, the little blue thong equally as soaked. Brooke admitted she looked hot, though her fully silver hair looked a little off for some reason. That, plus Brooke couldn’t tell if the woman’s darker skin was from a tan or natural. With her face turned, Brooke noticed the woman didn’t look as enthusiastic even during her moves as maybe the crowd wanted, but her little pout seemed to win the pack, or maybe it was her massive tits and incredible body. Either way, she got a big reaction, and the cheers would be tough to beat. Brooke watched her from the side of her, trying to get a better look but not able to as she stepped back.
“Wow, wow, wow! Look at her move, contestant 3 is clearly the favorite so far, everyone loves a little native island girl!”
‘Native?’ Brooke thought, but the announcer was already moving on. “Next up is contestant 7!” A tanned redhead in the middle stepped forward, wearing an orange thong that she seemed to have pulled a little higher on her full hips making her hourglass more prominent. That was supposedly against the rules, Brooke thought, but it was too late to pull her own up. The crowd applauded as the bucket was dumped on the next woman and her upper body became exposed for the eyes to take in. Brooke was close enough to have some of the liquid land on her toes. Of course, it would be cold, Brooke thought, it would make their nipples protrude from their shirts even more.
The redhead let out a loud moan and ran her hands through her dark red hair, and down her well-tanned body. Her tits looked full and suckable, pink areola visible, and Brooke realized that this orange bikini bottom girl and the number 3 girl in the blue thong were her only real competition for this little game.
The middle girl started doing her own little show, putting her hands in the air where she shook her big wet tits at the crowd, while also sprinkling water on her rival’s faces Brooke was sure was being done on purpose. The redhead then turned, making sure all sides of the crowd got a good look at her taut breasts, and now her big, toned ass, which had water droplets rolling down the big full curves. She bent over at the hips, letting her ass be the center of attention before she too popped up with a good bounce of her visible chest and a little wave to the crowd as she stepped back.
The crowd went wild, but it was impossible to tell if they had been louder for the orange or blue girl. “Hot! Hot! Hot! Now, Contestant 5!” Now it was Brooke’s turn, and she felt the excitement to win. Brooke had done her normal colored hair in cute long pigtails for this little disguise, and she was going to sell it. Even doing a little giggle, she twirled one of them in her fingers as the water was poured on her. It was chilly but more so refreshing in the tropical heat. She felt her shirt stick to her form and she threw her hands in the air with a little bounce on her feet. Then, she ran her hands down, took the bottom of the tiny shirt, and pulled it even tighter to her chest making her breasts look massive and full.
“Hey!” The woman on her left yelled in protest, but no one else heard her. The announcer was too busy gawking at Brooke’s full chest to repeat the rules that the spy had ‘accidentally’ broken. But Brooke was living in the moment, showing off the body she had worked so hard for, and the gifts she had been given. She did a little stretch, spreading her legs wide before leaning down to touch the floor with her hands, her wet ass on display, and her full pussy lips almost visible behind the stretched green thong. When she shot up, she shook her pink nips and areola again and took hold of her pigtails, pulling them back like she was being fucked from behind with a moan. The mob went bananas at the sexual display, and Brooke grinned as she blew a kiss to them, while also feeling the glares from the other two women on stage that she had been a bit wilder than them. She stepped back with a huge cheer, her wet body still racking up points as she posed a bit with a bent leg and a hand on her full hips as she waited. By this point, a few girls had jumped down without getting wet and the others have given up before the winner was picked…leaving only the three up there.
“Okay, okay, okay! What a show! These three girls are clearly our finalists, but only our voters in the crowd can decide! You have just 10 seconds to vote!”
“Vote?” Brooke questioned, but as she noticed her rival’s posing, so did she, trying to look as hot as possible (which was not hard) and show off their assets. When a buzzer went off exactly ten seconds later, the announcer watching his screen. “Oh, and the results are in! The winner is…. Contestant 5 in the green!” The announcer bellowed and the mass cheered in agreement.
Brooke let out a grin, feeling a rush of emotions, apart even relieved that her tits had withstood the opposition. Smiling to the crowd, she gave a little wave with her tits and areolas fully visible in her white tee. The competition had been tight, but it felt so good to win, it was satisfying knowing her body was better than ever and she had just proven in a way her old self never would imagine.
The announcer then continued, “But oh my goodness! How close a contest this was! Our winner won by only one point over our two other finalists who will share second place! But that point matters and number 5 will take home the prize to dine with our lovely resort host!”
The other two main competitors looked shocked they had lost, but all three of them remained which Brooke was sure for some fake friendly photos with the richest of guests.
Brooke now had a chance to see the other two soaking women up close as they faced her. Both looked unhappy with the one in the orange thong looking more furious than the other. She studied them, but something about contestant 3 in the dark blue thong made her do a double take. Brooke’s own makeup and disguises were in top gear, and she had gotten decent at seeing through others’ attempts to hide themselves. It took a second, but as she closely viewed, she noticed that the woman was wearing a disguise, a good one, just maybe not as good as hers. When they locked eyes for a brief second, Brooke knew.
It was her! Princess Sienna, she had been in the contest! But Brooke had already messed up and stared too long because now the other wet woman was looking back at her with equal scrutiny before her black eyes went wide. Brooke quickly realized that she wasn’t the only one who could recognize a less-than-perfect disguise after being soaked in water. The Princesses’ eyes narrowed, and she jumped off the stage into the crowd in a hurry. At the same time, with the contest over, the music started blasting once again and the rich viewers were no longer paying attention to the women on stage.
Brooke jumped after Sienna as if she was running to join the music while also forgetting to collect her prize. Luckily, the announcer was hitting on the redhead contestant 7 who was still on stage standing there, yet she followed Brooke’s sudden departure with a pair of narrow eyes herself.
Brooked moved through the mob of people, thankful that there were so many hot women around that her own beauty was able to blend in just enough that she wasn’t the center of attention even in her see through shirt. It took about ten seconds, but Brooke caught up to the escaping Princess who had gotten stuck trying to get past a bunch of drunk idiots.
Brooke shot forward to reach her, but as she came behind the darker-skinned girl, Sienna threw a quick kick that Brooke just barely dodged side-stepping in the crowd. Brooke threw a kick in return, but Sienna had already moved behind another person and Brooke missed. The group had shifted almost causing them to be in a makeshift arena, and Brooke watched as Sienna took an aggressive stance. Their wet bodies started flinging water droplets everywhere as they did a sexy but indiscrete fight in the midst of a crowd wearing only a green and blue thong and soaked white shirts. They attempted throwing punches, kicks, and slaps through gaps in the bodies, while also making it look like they were just trying to reach for one another. But after almost 20 seconds, neither had landed a single blow and were starting to gather attention.
Brooke knew she had to change tactics, and instead before their next engagement slipped behind a buff man and dove between his legs from behind, coming up in front of him with her near bare ass on his dick. He looked so shocked at where she had appeared from, but sadly for him, that was as close as he got to getting a dance from Brooke, who only winked at him for fun before sliding around another person to the left.
Sienna had moved to anticipate where Brooke would be next, not realizing that the spy had gotten behind her from under the legs of the man. She froze when Brooke was not there and turned her head in panic, but it was too late. She froze as she felt arms wrap around her smooth stomach and felt Brooke pull her body in close.
Brooke’s wet-covered tits crushed into the wet-covered back of Sienna, as the Princess pushed back into her almost acting as if they were dancing and keeping the eyes on them less unaware. “Got you bitch, now give up, I’m taking you back to my room,” Brooke growled, holding the sexy Sienna as tightly as she could.
“Oh, yeah? And what’s gonna happen there, Brooke?”
Brooke’s grip tightened her hold hearing her name from the sexy tone and heard Sienna snicker, “What? You didn’t think I knew they would send you, the number one sexpot whore to deal with a girl like me?”
Brooke rolled her eyes, it seemed her reputation preceded her, “Yeah, they did, and that means you are coming back to my room, and we can figure it out.”
“I don’t think so Brooke, I’m not going with you, and you won’t stop me. You, or your evil Organization.”
“Evil? Please, you are the one that is trying to take something that doesn’t belong to you and stop scientific research that will lead to incredible medical advancements.”
“Fuck off, don’t believe everything you hear. You are just a puppet in this, and I can do this alone…I have everything I need!” Sienna growled and wiggled her full ass into the front of Brooke’s thong front making Brooke lick her lips in desire.
“I can stop you because I know just how to beat and control a woman like you.” Brooke hissed, trying to keep Sienna in front of her, as she put one hand to grasp the full bare ass of the Princess. The muscle was firm and thick in her hand, maybe only second to the feeling of Victoria’s booty, but maybe it was even better. She slapped the full muscle once, and Sienna growled getting the implication that it was an ass fight or more being offered.
“Bitch. I can beat you in a fight like that any fucking day but I’m not about to get caught or waste time with that right now! You want a piece of me, it’s going to be a neutral location.” Sienna hissed, and twisted their bodies, knocking into a passing waiter who had been trying to separate the growing mob. The impact caused enough commotion and people slamming into each other for the Princess to break out of Brooke’s hold and spin away with a small hit on Brooke’s thigh.
“Shit,” Brooke growled, it was far too crowded for a fight here, and making a scene with Sienna wouldn’t work out for either of them. The native girl was standing a few feet away facing her, the Princess’s tits much like Brooke’s, barely contained by the thin white marital and her brown nipples pointing at the rival nips of Brooke. It looked like Sienna was about to move forward and attempt to return a few ass slaps that Brooke had given her, or even suggest a neutral location for them to settle this. But just before she took the first step, Brooke noticed the black eyes of the princess flash at something behind her, and then she smirked. For a second Brooke didn’t understand, but then she was spun by her shoulder and found herself face-to-face with a different person entirely.
“Hey!” The new woman standing in front of her hissed, as Brooke felt her full wet chest bump into two soft mounds of very similar density and wetness. She quickly realized it was the other second-place woman from the contest in the orange thong who looked furious as she stood face to face and chest to chest with Brooke in their white wet t-shirts and tiny thongs, “You cheated!”
Brooke was still reeling from her little tussle with Sienna, but this comment made her flair and bristle. Half her brain screamed that Sienna was going to escape! But the other half, the more important half would not stand this woman challenging the fact that her chest did not just win the contest fair and square, “No I did not!”
“Yes, you did! The Rules state you can’t pull your shirt any tighter once the water is applied.”
Brooke laughed, “One, that’s a stupid rule and they clearly they don’t care cause they still voted me the best, two, you pulled your thong up higher before which is also against the rules, and three, and most importantly, don’t be mad that my boobs are better than yours. In fact, you should get used to it, because you were lucky to even get 2nd.”
The other woman’s face went red like her hair, “Don’t compare your flat chest to mine.” And she bumped her tits into Brooke’s again, and that was it.
“You want to go?” Brooke hissed as she bumped her back, the firm soft mounds bouncing against each other behind their wet shirts. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was challenging but this girl wasn’t going to get by just slapping her inferior breasts into hers.
“I’m right fucking here, aren’t I? Yeah, I want to fucking go.” The other woman hissed, and they moved forward, visible nipples from their thin white shirts meeting just for a second. But the standoff between the 1st and 2nd place girls had even in the commotion caught a lot of attention including the announcer of the contest who picked up his mic and turned a spotlight on them.
“Oh, boy ladies and gentlemen! Looks like we got ourselves a Titfight!” The announcer yelled, and suddenly both Brooke and this woman were being led to the pool and then onto a platform that was controlled and moved out in the middle of the water. “What the fuck?”, Brooke cursed under her breath shocked at how fast this had escalated. This was not keeping a low profile, but then again, the announcer seemed to know exactly what was happening between the two women…and they had a platform…maybe even THIS wasn’t so unusual at a resort of this magnitude.
Brooke turned to face her opponent on their island who was already glaring right back at her. Their eyes darted to the full breasts that would settle this dispute still hidden behind the white see through cloth. Brooke noted this woman had to be roughly her age, with deep dark dyed red hair. She had a cocky look with dangerous blue eyes and her amazing body was well-tanned, but now up-close Brooke could tell that her breasts weren’t fully. The woman had small tan lines that kept her breasts milky white and likely appealed to many people. The wet t-shirt had hidden that from Brooke’s point of view. It didn’t matter because her body looked as good as Brooke’s, and that made this even more thrilling for the sexy spy. Ok, she didn’t care, she wanted to win this even more than the last contest.
“Here are the rules ladies! Hands cupped behind your backs the whole time, tits on tits only, first girl on her knees or in the pool losses! Everything else in the confines of the rules is fair game! Oh, and let’s not forget, this is the one game we let the combatants go topless! So, let’s lose those shirts and get some skin-on-skin action!”
Brooke nodded, as she waited for her opponent. The redhead smiled cockily at her like the fight was already over before going first. She crossed her arms and took hold of the small shirt struggling to cover her tanned tits, she peeled the wet cloth up and over her head, and her full chest bounced back into place, full and taunt, somehow looking firmer and bigger free. Even Brooke had to admit that the tan lines, though small were hot, and she could tell this redhead must have tanned specifically for them. Her milky tits and pink nipples were the center point of her body, and she knew it. She flipped her long dark red hair back and stretched, showing off the light abs behind the sexy stomach and muscled ass. “Want to back down?” She taunted Brooke.
Now it was her turn, and Brooke did a similar move, reaching down and peeling away the tiny top from the front. It pulled her breasts up with it before they bounced back into place, high on her chest. The crowd cheered, and Brooke added a little flair palming her breasts to show their size compared to her hands and how deep she could hold them. “No chance.”
The hot-tanned redhead looked unimpressed, taking a step forward that Brooke matched, their nipples a few inches apart, sizing each other up.
“Wow, that shirt really added a cup size, didn’t it?” The redhead teased.
“Oh, please, if you feel so insecure, why don’t you jump in the pool like a little girl before your small tits get embarrassed by my puppies.”
It looked like a meeting of titans, the two very full chested women with sexy strong bodies facing off on the small arena. They tossed their wet shirts into the pool, leaving them only in their thongs alone on the platform, the redhead was in a tiny simple orange workout thong bikini, and Brooke in a green of similar style. It was funny, because even being surrounded by people watching with hushed breaths, right now for Brooke, only this sexy bitchy woman and her tits mattered.
“Hands behind your backs girls, and titfight!” The announcer yelled and both women moved forward with no planned tactics and expecting an easy win on the first crush. Slap! Both Brooke and the other woman gasped as they connected their sexy bodies, their large chests compressing with a whack, and the crowd around the pool cheered as they watched their asses flex and boobs bounce against the other pair. Ok, this would not be an easy win, Brooke thought with surprise as the full heavy weight of their rival’s chest matched her own.
They grunted sexually as they backed off slightly from the first crush, keeping their breasts just lightly touching by the nipples before they worked their lefts into each other with turned shoulders and then their right globes shortly after, testing for weakness in the other’s full and warm chest. Blue eyes locked as they did so, taunting and hissing at each other, as their hot thong asses stuck out behind them flexing with their long strong legs braced. The music blared and the crowd wailed in excitement around them. Then the two fighters began to grind skin on skin, on the small platform bringing their lovely faces closer. Suddenly the redhead shot her head even closer and attempted to lick Brooke’s face, making the secret spy gasp and back up a few inches as the redhead tried to win with the sexy move, crushing her tits forward as the big pairs mushroomed.
But Brooke countered, and swung her chest, flicking their nipples and causing the tanned tits to back off for a second to avoid the impact. They went face to face grimacing as they struggled breast on breast, perspiration already starting to open from their pours replacing the water. The redhead went for another sloppy lick, but Brooke was ready and shot her own tongue out, letting the two pink snakes flick outside their lips above their warring mountains of flesh. The other woman gasped in surprise across from Brooke’s open mouth, which allowed the spy to slip her tongue into the open maw and begin to wetly twirl.
“Oh, they are kissing! Will tongue domination coincide with boobs?! Will contestant 5 finish her with this!?” The announcer yelled and there were claps of appreciation for the increasingly sexual nature of the fight. Their tits were still locked, the redhead’s nearly full tanned body besides her milky tits and Brooke’s lightly tanned body that had no broken lines.
On the platform, they remained connected with their tongues and tits. The redhead seemed stunned her blue eyes shooting open in shock as Brooke’s tongue spread spit in her mouth, while the blond surged, her toned legs finally breaking the stance of her rival and pushing the redhead back a foot towards the edge with her tits. But just when she thought she had this bitch in the pool, the other woman twisted her body away from the side while keeping their mouths connected. She did this by sucking Brooke’s tongue hard deeper into her warm mouth and forcing the pigtail-haired woman to turn with her, until the rival let the pink muscle of Brooke slip free from her mouth with a string of spit snapping and placing them back to equal in the center of the platform.
“What a move! And contestant 7 escapes with a little bit of tongue-sucking action of her own! Maybe we should get these two a room when they are done here!” Whoops and cheers sounded for that comment, but the two fighters were fully engrossed in each other to notice.
Brooke was thoroughly impressed, this woman may not have been a spy, but her body, strength, speed, and sexual cunning were easily matching her. They also felt even when it came down to pound for pound in muscle and ounce to ounce in meaty breast fat. But that only thrilled Brooke more, and as she viewed the other woman’s eyes, clearly, she wasn’t alone. Winning against a woman like herself was a thrill like no other. In fact, she was happy her kissing plan didn’t work because that meant the only way, she would win was to overpower this bitch with her tits, the good old fashion way. That was more fun.
They slapped again, their faces to the sky as they cried out in sexual frustration. The sexy tit duel went on for almost another full minute, crushing, slapping, and grinding as the women released hungry groans from the battle. Switching between light swinging back and forth and jabbing boob boxing was the theme, before following them up with full breast presses in which they symmetrically docked each other perfectly and tested their latest round of impacts. Their nipples became rawer, but more erect, as they slashed and speared the other globes, the aching getting more and more prominent. The collisions were more aimed and desperate as the crowd went insane watching these two queens lock up in their near-nude state.
Brooke wanted to fuck this bitch with her tits and nipples for challenging her, and each time her boobs didn’t flatten the other soft pair mashing with her own it made her feel wild. Again, they ended up face to face, the redhead snarling, “You bitch.” Into Brooke’s ear, their breasts mushrooming.
“Fuck you whore. I feel you going saggy every hit.” Brooke snipped back, as their nipples crossed and they hissed while they bent each other to the side.
“No chance cunt, you are going to be flat soon, and maybe I’ll fuck you with my breasts later just for the fun of it.” The tanned redhead hissed, the sound of a dirtier challenge in the words, one that made Brooke groan.
“Sounds like a date bitch! But only after everyone here see’s why my tits and my body are better than yours?” Brooke sneered back.
The look of fury on the redhead’s features confirmed that Brooke had found a nerve. They kissed again, but this was more aggressive and private, trying to lightly chew the other’s lips raw behind the redhead’s thick hair. Mid-kiss, Brooke tried to readjust her feet but noticed just in the last second that the platform was getting smaller. Pieces around them were floating away and this was forcing them closer with less mobility. The two topless titfighers now did a final dance, stomachs grazing as they enclosed on each other, curving their backs to keep their balance and the weight on her rival. When, now desperate, and without any other options, Brooke slammed her tits forward and the other woman groaned as her nipples stabbed, into her soft full pair. Their eyes both closed in frustration and desire. Their breasts seemed to have molded, and a slick amount of sweat now dry from the pool made it hard for them to add any sort of friction.
They seem to realize there was only one way to win and ensure it didn’t come down to just luck. Before the other woman could react, Brooke bent her knees and stuck her ass out, just as the other woman did as well, but luckily the spy was just a millisecond faster and undercut the woman’s slippery breasts. The woman hissed knowing Brooke’s plan as she tried to get back to even, but Brooke took a step forward to force them into sexier contact. The redhead tried to hook their knees but had to brace back with her free foot to stop from falling over.
Yet, the tactic lost the woman just an inch, but that inch was no longer one she could give. Her foot slid off the now close edge and she was bent back with no footing. “No! Fuck!” She screamed while Brooke groaned with one last push with her breasts and the meaty jugs finally separated, pushing the redhead’s fat pair up. The redhead fell back her tits jiggling up and down as her hands shot out from behind her back as if she wanted to brace her fall into the water. But they shot forward and she attempted to reach out and pull Brooke with her by the pigtails, but she failed to get a hold and her hands slipped off Brooke’s smooth skin in a last-second attempt. She let out a cry as she landed with a loud splash in the pool, and the crowd went wild as Brooke grinned, losing herself for a few seconds as she shook her still-looking amazing wet sore tits at the crowd victorious.
She watched as the woman she had just out titfought pushed herself out of the pool on the far side. Standing, dripping wet, topless, she adjusted her tiny orange bikini bottoms, while her obvious boyfriend, or at least some guy she knew, came rushing over to cover her with a white towel. But instead of thanking him the woman aggressively pushed him away and into the pool to a large amount of laughing from the crowd. She then turned her body back to face Brooke still standing on the platform, the woman’s creamy breasts looking as formidable as ever. She was glowering at the winner and Brooke glared back, sticking her victorious chest out, her nipples hard and poking as if they could tear free from the thin white material they had been wearing. It was an invite from Brooke, a dare, that round two was right here, without the gimmick of the platform but after a few seconds, long enough for Brooke to know that they hadn’t settled anything, the woman turned again and walked away from the pool. Another small cheer rang out as Brooke grinned and gave a wave to the crowd before jumping into the pool and swimming to the side. As she pushed herself a few people came to attempt to get her number or room apparently, but she declined everything. She had been lost in the moment, and now Brooke remembered her real goal and gave a groan thanks to letting her determination to be the hottest body in the pool distract her.
She quickly scanned the pool area, but Sienna was long gone and that was a big failure on her part. “Fuck.” Brooke hissed as she disappeared into the crowd quickly trying to make herself less seen as people cheered for her a few more times until returning to their drinks and own lives. She couldn’t collect the prize for the dinner and wouldn’t be able to use this disguise again thanks to her sudden found popularity as the wet-shirt queen. She had to focus and had to get back on track to find this sexy princess once again for the sake of the world.
Part 2
Over the next two days, Brooke doubled her efforts, furious that she had let Sienna slip through her wet fingers. It had now been five days and four nights since she had arrived at the island and so far, Brooke’s search had been for naught. The resort was just too big, and the schedules of the workers and clubs were too random or secret. She had explored the shows, the strip clubs, and the restaurants, but like she had been warned by her superiors, they were far too inclusive, and the hotel kept denying even the simplest of requests. She was sure Sienna wouldn’t be foolish enough to appear again as she had at the pool earlier in the week, even if the prize was meeting with the Countess, so Brooke couldn’t wait for that either.
Annoyingly as well, Brooke also now had an enraged social media model looking for her, and twice had to duck out of the hall when the tanned redheaded girl from the pool was walking by. Somehow, Brooke’s best disguises didn’t matter to this woman; because this one woman could just tell by a single glance at Brooke’s tits who the spy was and made a beeline for her both times. It hurt Brooke’s pride more than anything having to run away from this apparent challenge but getting distracted into a tit rivalry was the last thing she could do right now. Sure, Brooke could have hidden her puppies…but no, she wouldn’t conceal two of her favorite features, so dodging the woman was necessary. Even if it meant pushing down the sexual urge and primal instinct to subjugate the bitch again.
Feeling like she was running out of time, she decided to visit one location she had only briefly reviewed, and that was the upper rooms of the Gold Casino, the biggest and most expensive area of the resort. Honestly, she had avoided it for the sole reason that burning through cash was the fastest way to receive a boring talk from Diane or one of the other pencil-pushing bureaucrats of The Organization about funds. But with few places left to search, she knew the high roller area would be a great hiding place for a Princess keeping a low profile. Brooke quickly realized that the easiest way for her to infiltrate without wasting money was to dress up as one of the scantily clad waitresses and pose for the night. She had avoided doing this on the mission thus far because it would eventually raise questions from the management team if a random waitress they had never seen before worked one night, but she had no other options.
She made her way toward the casino that night, but after taking a few turns in the halls her spy senses started to tingle. Without sending any sign, she noted that three people were following her. This wasn’t the first time; Brooke had noticed a similar tail the last two days as well but brushed it off as people just trying to get her into bed. This time, it was more obvious and three days in a row was a bit too much. Two men and a woman in casual resort gear, doing well to keep their distance but not enough for someone of Brooke’s training. ‘Hm.’ She wondered what their association was and how they had found her. She was wearing standard workout gear that wasn’t out of place in this part of the resort and her disguise made her into a platinum blonde with a few other details to throw people off. Taking a few quick turns and using her skills to ‘disappear’, she threw the trail. Once she was confident they were gone, she continued but had a shiver of worry because that meant the other tails earlier in the week likely were from the same group. If a rival association was on the isle that could cause trouble, but she would worry about that later however because she finally reached the casino. Ironically, flirting and confidence got her past the guards to the women’s changing rooms easily, and she quickly found an outfit in one of the lockers.
“Really?” She sighed, as she pulled the clothes out. It wasn’t surprising but she couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness. It was a French maid costume and a scantily clad one at that. A big puffy black and white wide skirt that wouldn’t even cover ass standing still let alone walking in the black heels provided. The top was a cross stitch corset that squeezed her already perfect tits together for an even more alluring sight while her legs would be covered in white high-leg stockings held up by a white garter belt. Under it would be tiny white thong panties that were not much bigger than the bikinis she had been wearing at the pool. It also came with lace elbow-high gloves and a black choker around her neck. The final gift was a feathery duster for show and a little headpiece. Not letting it throw her off, she slipped into the little uniform, noting in the mirror that she did look good in it. Wishing herself luck, she took a serving tray, and moved out and into the gambling floor with a sultry walk.
She entered the loud huge chamber and was quickly overwhelmed by the sights. It was filled with poker, roulette, and other games to light and appease the senses of the very rich. Dancers in cages were hanging on the ceiling while erotic music emanated out of the walls. Brooke quickly began to make rounds around the patrons, noticing that there was no real schedule or area any of the waitresses were assigned and unlike many of the other clubs, all the women were dressed differently. Though they were all wearing costumes of a sexual nature. There was a police officer, firefighter, nurse, cheerleader, and even an air stewardess, the list went on. The women here were all above the attraction levels of the other clubs, though Brooke still stood above the rest, and with a glance, she only found one that could really compete with her.
Making her next sweep, she playfully went up to an older-looking patron, leaning over to make sure her breasts were right near his face. “A drink sir?” Brooke asked sweetly. She had already done a quick scan of both the women and guests and did not find any sign that one of them was the Princess in disguise. She doubted Sienna would have many covers like the one she used at the pool, and that confirmed that the Princess so far was not here. That meant she needed to play the role a bit and try to find any other info from the patrons or guests.
The man looked up, eyes widening at the maid. He then nodded and felt up her perky ass as she moved to the bar for his order. She gave a fake little giggle and promised she would snap his neck later if she had a chance. At the bar, the line was a few people long, so it gave Brooke a chance to let out a sigh of frustration. Where was Sienna!? No one here seemed to be talking about her, while every other super-hot bimbo including herself and that model redhead were the talk of the town. Three times she heard about the titfight at the pool, and the other waitresses didn’t remember anyone that would resemble Sienna working here. Brooke needed help, a clue, something to get her going in the right direction or she would have to report her failure! But as luck would have it, one was walking into the high roller room at that very second.
The doorman at the entrance picked up a microphone and spoke clearly to the speakers set around the room, “We welcome the esteemed owner of our hotel, Countess McBrayer to our humble casino.”
The doors opened, while Brooke slunk into the shadows of the bar. The young woman the spy had studied only from photos entered the room, but surprisingly she looked nothing like what Brooke expected. Unlike the elegantly dressed men and women playing the games, or the sexy waitresses in their costumes, the countess looked…weirdly normal. Like she had just come back from the gym or was hanging out in her college dorm with friends. She was roughly Brooke’s height and was wearing tight light blue gym leggings along with a baggy white sweatshirt. Her dark auburn brown hair was in a messy bun that looked like it had been thrown in up the last second. Her face was even prettier up close with light brown eyes, a cute nose, and a bright smile with a lip ring. Though she did have some dark bags under her eyes from apparent lack of sleep. She was also reading something on a bright pink tablet and had small headphones in her ears, actively ignoring all the people standing to greet her. Regardless of her attire and attitude, she was very easily the hottest woman in the room besides Brooke and that one other waitress.
At this time, and in her current outfit Brooke did not want to make contact with the owner; not before she found the Princess. But her curiosity and sexually deviant side to learn more about the mysterious Countess led her to move closer and listen in…and get a better view of the rich sexpot she had read so much about.
It turned out getting close wasn’t needed however because the Countess spoke in such a loud tone that anyone could have heard if they had one ear. “I don’t want to be here, I’m closer than ever at another breakthrough on those artifacts AND my planet studies! I finally get to study what I want.” She loudly complained taking out just one of her headphones but did not look up from her tablet.
“You had to make an appearance; the customers spend more when you are around…even with your current state of dress.” The older butler who had come in with her stated, but she barely looked at him and continued reading on her pad.
“Whatever. I still need that Princess captured, is that sexy spy they sent anywhere close?”
“We have been tracking the spy as ordered, though she was able to slip away from us for the first time today…we reported this as per their order and are waiting for a response regarding what action to take. We expect she will return to her room, however, and have no worry she…”
“You lost her!?” The young woman yelled after a few seconds almost bouncing on her feet and even under her baggy shirt Brooke could see the girl’s tits jiggle for a flash. “Oh great, now we have to find both of them.” She groaned rubbing her temple.
“Don’t worry we will find…”
“Ugh, shut up, you’re annoying.” The Countess interrupted finally looking up at him. She was quite tan for a shut-in, Brooke thought, but she figured living in the tropics would do that.
“One of THEM is already here, and the other is on the way. And you know I don’t want THEM in the way of my research AGAIN, so find me the Princess without risking the artifact or files.” The young woman ordered, her sexy face scowling and her brown eyes glowing. For the first time since her entrance, Brooke felt the dangerous energy coming off the Countess as she gave this order and knew that there really was a sex queen hidden behind this chill and relaxed look.
But now the pause gave Brooke a chance for her brain to make sense of what had just been said. Her breathing had picked up and her heart started going crazy. That sounded like the Countess was very much aware of who she was…and why she was here. The fact that they had been tracking her, meant they knew which disguises she had been wearing. More than anything it sounded like she was a target. But that couldn’t be…sure there had been a few trails but that wasn’t a big enough sign. It obviously was a rival spy group…right? Then, all the thoughts and worries she had before this mission about the Organization came rushing back like a punch in the gut.
“I’m leaving. Don’t bother me again until they both are here, or if you capture the Princess. I’ll be back in the lab…once I get some sleep.” The countess yawned, and before the man could protest again, she had popped her air pods back into her ears and was already walking back towards the exit. Brooke watched the woman’s big ass in those tights seem to recoil with each step she took. A motion Brooke had only seen a few other women’s behinds including her own perform with just walking.
But Brooke shook her head from the thoughts, trying not to think of sexfighting the Countess and breaking her fantastic ass with her own. There was something much bigger going on and she had to re-group and try to understand the statement that the Countess had just spoken. But, while she had been focusing on that conversation, some intense gambling and another conversation were taking place just across the room. Near one of the highest-hand poker tables, an old woman and a young man were in a ‘friendly’ argument. “How the hell did you beat me 10 times?!” The man now with a very loose tie and a lot of sweat coming from his forehead asked the old woman sitting across from him.
“Oh, just old luck.” She shrugged, her wrinkles putting her in her 80s at the youngest. “I think a drink would suit me before we continue though.” Before she could make it to the changing room, Brooke was motioned over to the table by the dealer to take orders for both. Wanting to keep her cover and not make a scene, Brooke quickly went over and then back to the bar for the beverages. She had gathered that the man had just lost 50,000 to the woman in less than 10 minutes and did not have the personality to walk away.
“Double or nothing?” The man demanded suddenly, “But instead of cards…let’s use this resort with how it was meant to be used and bet on something a bit more real.”
“Real? Do tell an old lady what you mean?”
“Well, this place isn’t beyond a little sex, or so I hear. And why should we be the only one’s having fun? Let’s put a show on for some big money, I suggest that both of us pick one of the waitresses, and have them compete in a little blowjob contest, I’m sure the casino can provide some men?”
“Of course, sir. You aren’t the first to have this idea.” The dealer replied and gave two nods to the security team who disappeared behind a curtain.
The woman gave a crackling laugh, “Oh, a young man like you with such a dirty mind, but I’m very much interested. I’m very confident I can pick out a young…slut if I can use that word in this company, out of a crowd very easily.”
“Oh, I love that you are so open-minded lady, I bet you were a fox yourself back in the day.”
“Oh, stop it, flattery won’t help your girl win…but as such as such a gentleman, I have to assume you will let me pick first.”
He nodded, and the old woman didn’t even hesitate, she pointed right at Brooke from across the room getting drinks from the bar, her yellow teeth beaming. “That one for me.”
Before she could make any type of escape Brooke was surrounded by men in black suits leading her back to the poker table, the drinks were forgotten at the bar. The spy tried to play it cool but couldn’t believe for the second time in 72 hours she was set to compete in some sex game at this freaking resort. And she doubted this time that she had a choice and wondered if this type of game was part of the contract when workers applied here.
“Oh, the French maid? Good choice. Well, then I will have to go with the nurse.” As he pointed at a woman who was brought forward as well. He had selected in Brooke’s opinion arguably the second hottest woman working and as her competition approached…Brooke studied her sudden opponent.
Her skin was very dark, two if not more shades darker than Sienna’s. Her incredibly curly black hair was up in a high bun with twirling strands escaping down her gorgeous face. Her nurse outfit was as erotic as the maid one, red stockings to her mid-thigh, the white almost plastic-looking material covering down to her mid-ass where the red thong-style panties were still visible. The upper part of her dark breasts was pushed together like Brooke’s, and they looked as big and formidable as the maids.
Brooke felt the challenge radiating off the nurse, similar to the one the redhead had given off at the pool, this woman was a challenger, and Brooke knew the two of them would have found a way to match up even without this game. Even with all the info now in Brooke’s head, getting this woman to feel inferior in some sex games suddenly felt like a priority, her nympho body and mind overwhelming her reason. Not that she or even the hot nurse needed any more motivation once they noticed each other, but the dealer then said to the both of them, “The winning waitress will also get 10,000 the loser…500. Good luck and may the best mouth win.”
The man smiled, “Good, I’m sure that will make them very enthusiastic.” And the old woman nodded, though her stare did not leave Brooke.
Two men were brought in and placed next to the two women a few seconds later. They were very in shape and clearly meant to be eye candy for the women in the audience. Brooke and the nurse were turned to face each other, and even if they didn’t have to do a little stare-down, they did. Anytime the spy found herself facing another woman like this like she had many times in her short sexpot career she couldn’t help feeling the thrill and desire to dominate this bitch. Money or not, she wanted to win. They went down to their knees and were turned and pushed back until they were almost touching.
Meanwhile, the men stripped and presented themselves, to nods of appreciation. They both had large dicks, far thicker than average, and already going erect thanks to Brooke and the nurse on their knees in front of them. From the audience’s standpoint, the scene was incredible. Many of them thought after seeing the girth of the two dicks that at least one of the women would have backed down from the challenge, but no, in fact, it only thrilled the girls. While everyone was focused on the sloppy sucking about to occur, another battle was already taking place between the buxom women. Because the men had placed the maid and the nurse nearly back-to-back, their toned full asses skin had brushed and sent sparks down to their wetting cunts. Brooke knew from that slight contact that this race would be decided on two fronts, her sucking and her way to press this rival ass back to distract her rival. In fact, the way the man was panting in desire in front of her, she had a feeling this was going to be a very quick and tight match.
There was a slight pause, before the dealer clicked a small stopwatch, “You may begin.”
Brooke took the thick dick into her mouth instantly while both her hands went up to the base of the shaft. She performed one deep throat swallow where she almost gagged herself to wet the whole dick in a single move. There were murmurs of appreciation, but Brooke didn’t know that the nurse had accomplished the same slutty trick as if they were mirrors of each other without knowing it.
The maid popped it out and began to stroke it aggressively with both hands while her mouth continued working the head with a bobbing motion. Just 10 seconds in and she felt her ass slammed into by an equally firm mound of muscle. It almost broke her concentration, but she remained focused and rammed her own thick bubble ass back, causing a clapping sound from the two booties crushing. From under the skirts, the smooth skin slapped twice more before they tried to press each other’s sexy muscle flat. Gym-built booties gave no ground as the two held a tight press, powered by their strong thighs and hamstrings. But if one of them stopped resisting, that woman would lose precious seconds…and be secretly humiliated of course as the ass war raged.
Brooke noted rival’s ass was solid, matching her well as they locked a cheek between the other’s cheeks and began to grind up and down. The sexual pulses caused her and the nurse to both moan, increasing the panting from their mouths and the pressure of their lips on the dicks. But that fight was only the distraction from the dick-sucking that had increased in ferocity. The poor but lucky men had no chance, not allowed to cum for a week before this game, selected to ensure its end quickly…though even the dealer was surprised at how fast they seemed to fall. There was no teasing, no taunting, it was a desperate wet race, and the men were already groaning as Brooke and the nurse sucked harder, and their asses ground firmer. Maybe they should have blindfolded the men because having the hot dark nurse and creamy-tanned maid in their sight may have had them cumming even without the blowjob. The boys also had the best view of every one of the two women rubbing and fighting with their asses. They watched the white and red thongs grinding against the other’s skin until they backed up and clapped ass to ass again.
Brooke didn’t waste a second because she could just tell this nurse was as slutty as she was, and she was right. The other woman had followed a nearly identical pattern, fully swallowing the dick for a few seconds before she began to suck with long strokes of her hands, her red lips moving up and down the head at an erotic speed.
Both men let out loud moans and the race sped up to a breaking pace, the maid and nurse sucking and slurping as hard and as fast as possible to prove they could satisfy more efficiently. Only 40 seconds into the contest and with a perfect suck on the head with a thrust with her spit-covered hand on the shaft, Brooke felt the dick in her mouth surge and her blue eyes flashed in victory.
He was just about to cum, and Brooke hadn’t even used half her talent. The first emotion she felt was frustration because the ass fight happening between her, and the nurse was just starting to get good but a win was a win. Brooke gasped as she popped the large dick out of her mouth just in time for it to explode on her face and tits. The spurts came out in large, long bursts and though the line first hit her mouth and chin, Brooke successfully aimed the final 4 shots down onto the top of her breasts, coating the melons with robes of white cum. A polite clapping came from the observers watching and appreciating the erotic display of skill. This was followed by a second round of clapping just two seconds later in which Brooke was sure the nurse had just finished and was being roped by the strings of cum at the same time.
“And the winner is the French Maid.” The dealer noted in a calm voice, and a third round of light applause was overshadowed by a groan from the man who had made the bet. Brooke didn’t even have a chance to look up at the man she had just blown before he was pulled away. But a little grin came to her lips, as she again proved on this resort, she was the best sexpot and woman around. Unable to stop herself she smirked and turned around to look at the nurse, “Looks like I’m better bitch, nice try with your weak ass though.”
The nurse’s face turned with a raised eyebrow at the maid, not about to let a comment like that slide, “Are you fucking joking?” She hissed turning around fully on her knees to her ‘full’ height in that position. Brooke matched, her hands folding under her impressive chest while she shifted forward till they were a centimeter apart, both sets of bulging tits coated with cum.
“Backdown, bitch. Unless you want to be embarrassed again.” Brooke hissed, thrilled that the assfight hadn’t just been for show but not tolerating this woman thinking they were on the same level as her.
“No way, whore. Not sure where your attitude is coming from. Winning a race suck-off like this is nothing special and doesn’t mean anything when it comes to real sexual skill.”
“Nothing special? You couldn’t do it, so I guess I’m more special than you.” Brooke deadpanned with zero friendliness, but she did push out her chest a bit more.
The woman frowned and shifted forward and Brooke let her come up until their covered chests met on their knees, their skirts riding up further from the shuffling, the nurse’s tiny red panties versus Brooke’s own white set of similar lace in view. The top of their breasts bulged even higher as Brooke’s lightly tanned tits clashed against the mocha-colored bust of her sudden rival, each pair desperate to escape the bounds of the costume holding them back. The people around them watched with glee, it was rare a contest like this continued after the main show, especially with women like the two involved now. The dealer raised a hand to the security and other waitresses coming over to halt them, he would see how this would play out until it became too obscene for the audience.
“You talk a lot; I think I owe you a real lesson when it comes to sex.” The woman hissed into Brooke’s face, then she lifted a hand and slapped Brooke’s full ass harder than what would be considered playful.
“Oh, and I think you need more medicine,” Brooke replied sarcastically, and she too reached behind her rival, but instead of spanking the nurse’s equally strong and full ass, she felt it roughly and then pulled the little red panties up turning them even more into a string thong into the woman’s ass crack.
“Grr. Bitch.” The hot nurse spat as her outfit was used against her, her ass being split by the lacy material. Her lips were only an inch from Brooke’s, but they didn’t kiss. Instead, the spy moved to the woman’s ear and whispered, “You lost bitch, and if you want a chance at a rematch against me, you are going to lick my tits clean of this cum.” She ordered, and her rival’s dark green eyes flashed in anger before she did as she was told. She lowered her head and did three long licks on Brooke’s upper chest, doing a poor cleaning job but getting the good thick stuff into her mouth. With a flick of her tongue, she finished but didn’t back off, bringing her mouth directly in front of Brooke’s once again, their chests pressing behind the nurse and maid outfit.
“Once we are backstage, we will settle this like real women.” The nurse-dressed woman hissed, then slammed their mouths together into a searing cumswapping kiss, returning the discharge she had just licked clean off Brooke’s full tits. The maid didn’t hesitate, kissing back, their soft full lips moving at a slow but aggressive pace. The nurse’s tongue broke through their lip connection a second later, entering Brooke’s sweet mouth. The invasive pink muscle was forceful, and Brooke felt her own muscle strain as it met the invader, matching it lick for lick until they twirled into a nasty cummy knot between their conjoined lips.
Brooke wanted to take this kiss further, deepen it, but it was not to be. Blue and dark green eyes glared as they snapped the wet kiss thanks to the hands of people gently pulling them apart. “Fuck you.” Brooke spat into her rival’s face at the last second, but she knew in the back of her head that for the second time on this mission, she would have to postpone this sexual fight. The details couldn’t be discussed however because the other waitresses had separated them, and they stood up and apart breathing heavily.
All the while, the old woman’s face seemed neutral as she watched the after-contest bonus show, while the young man groaned at his ‘champion’s loss’ but was still thrilled from the sight of what had happened on the floor between the nurse and the French maid.
“What a fun game.” The lady quipped a second later, “You can send the winnings to this account.” She added lightly smiling and passing a card to the dealer of the game, “Right away ma’am.” He responded robotically. Standing feebly from the table, she then motioned a good-looking worker over to take her arm. “Thank you.” She sighed, leaning in on him. Meanwhile, Brooke stood there in her slightly awry French maid costume …next to the other woman dressed still in her nurse outfit, both gasping with their faces covered in cum after their little kiss. Being nearly nude in front of people was something Brooke was far more accustomed to nowadays, but she was not used to giving a public blowjob in any state of undress. The other woman looked equally as annoyed, but more so because of what had transpired during it. There were a few people between the two sex queens which Brooke was sure so they didn’t end up catfighting and dragging each other backstage in front of the guests…though she doubted they would oppose. After a few seconds, she noticed the old woman was moving towards her and the spy turned her head to meet the glance.
“Well, that was good for my bank account. Thank you, dearie, your body and skill are almost as good as mine.” She said towards the spy. ‘As good?’ Maybe she was fully senile, Brooke thought at the weird comment, but whatever, right now she had been exposed in the open too long, especially now that she was fully aware that there was something very much up…and that the Organization had lied. Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the old woman still approaching her until she was standing right beside the spy. Brooke turned her head again as the lady motioned her closer, then into her ear whispered in a completely different voice than the old woman had been using all night, “They are coming.”
Brooke’s blue eyes went wide, but by the time she could form a sentence, the woman was already back on the young man’s arm, being led away without a look back. The French maid was frozen in space because that voice that had just come from those old lips…it was a much younger, alluring, and even taunting tenor. A voice that sent a shiver down Brooke’s spine and there was only one person in the world who could have such a profound effect…Victoria. But…that couldn’t have been the ex-spy the whole time…couldn’t it? If that was a disguise, it was more sophisticated than any of the Organization. Had she been fooled by her rival and forced to compete for Victoria’s entertainment and money?
Combining that with the information the Countess had spoken made everything seem less important. Now separated from the sexy nurse, her mind was becoming clear again, and a wave of worry filled her soul. She stepped back into the corner of the casino room, as more eyes returned to the games now that the show was over. The dark woman in the hot nurse outfit had already begun moving towards the changing room looking back at Brook with a challenging stare, daring her to follow her, yet Brooke forced herself to ignore it even as her primal instincts raged.
She had a million thoughts now, and her heart was beating at an accelerated rate. Her own self-preservation came flooding forward like an animal instinct. She had to get out of the Casino and contact The Organization and get some of the questions answered as soon as possible. Or should she? If that old woman had really been Victoria, should she follow that warning?
Before security could begin to ask questions about her, Brooke moved, but instead of the woman’s changing room, she went to the men’s room to avoid the confrontation with the nurse…no matter how much it killed her inside to run from what she presumed would be a nasty hot sexfight. Quickly she slipped out of what was left of the French maid dress and concealed herself with all she could find she was able to return to her room 10 minutes later, locking the door behind her. Maybe it had been a mistake to come back here, they would know, but she needed her gear no matter what happened next so there really had been no choice.
There was just too much going on in her head. She was furious, horny, scared, and frustrated. Victoria! She was here…or was she? And if it had been her, why would Victoria of all people warn her? What did she mean that ‘they were coming’? Why would Victoria be here in the first place, unless maybe she was back with the Organization? But if that was the case, why had she been in a disguise? Unless that was a play…to lure Brooke out alone. There was too much she didn’t understand. She put off reaching out to the Organization, trusting her gut that it was the right call so she could be on more solid ground before she reported anything.
She quickly showered and cleaned herself up from the cum and spit hardening on her body. Then in just a robe, she took hold of the notebooks she had filled with intel on the people at the resort. As she reviewed her last five days, she began to notice that things didn’t line up. She had to accept that she could no longer ignore the irregularities of this mission and all her previous worries. Step by step she worked to break it down before she went crazy.
It had felt like there were people here watching her, and now she knew it was true. But was it HER Organization tracking her? Yes, it had to be because they clearly knew what disguises she would be in each time she left her room. She was simply using the list the Director and Diane had given her, but this had never happened before. They had trained her too well in the process of making connections, and now she was starting to see through the façade. The questions, the looks, many of them coming from key workers who should have no idea who she was unless they were tipped off or warned in some way.
Could it have been the Princess? No, Sienna would be outnumbered, and the Countess had too many people for the native girl to move in the open or lead a group. It had to be…the Organization, it was the only explanation that fit into every query she had. Maybe they had decided to fire her because she hadn’t caught the Princess yet? No, you don’t get fired here…you get killed.
What the hell was going on? She opened her notebook for what felt like the 100th time and began to review, trying to connect the dots again and again, this time looking even further back.
Noting instances when certain spies had failed missions they shouldn’t have, operations becoming more tight-knit, and her own missions starting to look more and more like personal errands rather than world-saving or help fighting evil. Even her lover, Brock, seemed to have changed in tune with these. He had become more closed off to her personally, and his multiple private meetings with the Director had become daily. His making of weird comments about the future that Brooke couldn’t understand had become the customary talk of their late-night conversations.
As she started to come to some conclusions, she collapsed on the soft bed. “What the fuck.” She said alone to the ceiling. These people following her were part of the Organization and had been desperately trying to hide that fact from her. Only a mistake on their part and seeing the Countess had given her this heads-up. Without it…she didn’t want to think about that. Brooke sat up still in her robe and looked at the map, she still had no leads on the princess, who might be able to answer a few of her growing questions.
The only part she couldn’t connect was her sexfighting missions. What were the points of those? How the hell were those connected? Nope, she didn’t have time to figure that out because honestly, they didn’t matter. She went back to her notes, Diane’s comments, and the general attitude of the director. It all came back to the same conclusion…something had changed, and they were treating her like a target.
A ping on her main consul made her shoot up from the bed to her feet. Did they know she was looking into them now? No, she had triple-checked if the room was bugged. She opened the message, reading the simple line, ‘Mission change. Remain in the hotel room tonight, new updates will follow in the morning.’
That was it, that was all they gave her. The tingle she had felt when for so long was now a full-blown shiver. This was all wrong, the Countess had accidentally given her the key, there were people around here that were part of ‘her’ Organization but were pretending not to be, and Victoria was here for some reason. And now she was ordered to stay in her room for the rest of the night. She knew that whether it was a trap or something else, Victoria’s warning was true; someone was coming for her.
Calming her nerves, she accepted that there was a new number-one priority on her mission. She needed to get out of this hotel and away from the resort as quickly as possible. They wouldn’t attack her in the open, they couldn’t risk the run-in, so she decided to do one more walk around the hotel ‘for food and drink’ and this time she noted the many eyes and camera’s following her every move. When she got back after her quick tour, she marked on the map the area of all the cameras and confirmed there was a sweet spot where the camera’s moved away giving her a chance to slip out of her room from the balcony at night and escape. She quickly began to destroy everything she had except the main things she could fit in her backpack, her spy gear, some tiny bikinis, and her one silver spy catsuit which she put on for the first part of her plan. She would have one chance starting at dusk, and she needed to take it.
As the sun descended, she made one final play. She bugged her room with a hidden camera near the TV so that she could monitor from afar from her computer. Then with a good luck wish to herself, she slipped out of the glass door and began to move across the balconies of the rooms right at 7:02.
The descent down the walls of the resort took almost thirty minutes, as she continually had to wait for people to pass under her or return to their rooms. The path she took was to avoid all the visible cameras, but again that added desperate minutes to her escape and she kept expecting someone to yell out, see her, or worse, put a bullet in her head.
Finally, she was on the ground and turned a quick corner towards some bushes to change…only to come face to face with two people from the Organization that she recognized. They clearly didn’t expect her and there was a second of frozen silence as the man and woman stared at the cat suit-wearing Brooke. Then Brooke attacked just as they reached for their guns. In a quick motion, she launched on her heel into a spinning kick, slamming on the man’s jaw and sending him into the woman and then to the ground groaning. The other woman falling failed to pull the weapon from the hoister thanks to the impact. Brooke flipped into a handstand, her ankles latching around the woman’s neck. She gasped before Brooke used the momentum of her body to fling the woman’s head directly into the brick wall next to them with a thud and the organization lackey was out cold. Brooke released and cartwheeled to her feet as the man got up, but he had no chance. She dodged his dazed punch and sent another flexible kick into his jaw from the bottom, her body an arrow with the splits. This second hit crumbled him, the whole fight taking 15 seconds and Brooke gracefully returned to her natural stance next to the now knocked-out pair.
“Fuck.” Brooke hissed at the collapsed bodies. She guessed they forgot that even though she may have been the best sexpot, that didn’t mean she didn’t lack combat skills and had improved massively over the last year. Both of her opponents were unconscious and would be for a few hours she figured with where she had hit them. She could have killed them right then, but Brooke couldn’t, she didn’t know how much they really knew and honestly avoided killing most of the time anyway. Instead, she pulled them into some bushes, gagged, and tied them up.
Satisfied, she covered her catsuit with some normal clothes as there were too many people to simply hide moving across the pool area, but she remained out of the line of security and the cameras in the crowd. After almost another 30 minutes, and luckily not having to fight anyone else, she reached the edge of the resort and the border of the wild forest surrounding it. With one last look at the hotel, she hopped the fence and disappeared into the brush.
She moved across the island at a brisk pace, worried that they would be after her, and wondering how long till they noticed she had escaped. After walking for almost 45 minutes, she decided she had to set up a camp. She found a massive tree in which the branches were large enough for her to safely lay horizontal and put her spy gear. She climbed up for a good vantage point and fastened a small hammock that she brought.
Satisfied that she was safe for the moment, she turned on her computer and connected to the camera in her old room. No movement, it was dark and empty, and after watching for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion hit her. She fell asleep a few minutes later, setting the comp to ping if the camera picked anything up. Her sleep was restless in her makeshift leaf bed as her thoughts raced about what was happening and how it all connected. But the worst part was that she was afraid, more than ever before. Being a spy meant she was always in danger, but she had always had allies and a purpose until now. What would she do?
As she forced herself again to close her eyes, a ding from her computer meant the camera had picked up motion. She shot up from her hammock and turned to the screen, quickly adjusting a few settings, allowing the camera to pick up heat signatures. She groaned as the system showed four figures stealthily enter her room from the balcony. She had been right. Three of the figures immediately surrounded her bed while the other moved into the bathroom and closet, all with their guns drawn. After a few seconds, the front door opened and a fifth person walked in, flicking on the lights as they entered.
Brooke quickly set the settings of the camera back to regular sight, and now she could see them, five total people, four of them identically wearing night vision masks but the fifth person that had come from the front door was clearly a woman judging by the tight white spy latex suit she was wearing similar to the one that Brooke had dawned just an hour ago. “Victoria.” She hissed, it had to be after their little run-in. Who else could pull off a spy suit like that?
“She’s not here.” A man’s voice said from behind one of the masks, and Brooke shook her head, her ears ringing, and a knife shot into her heart. ‘It couldn’t be…’
“How did she get away?” Another man’s voice, one Brooke did not know. “The cameras have been on her doors and balcony the entire time, including our long-range one. It was confirmed she returned to her room and didn’t leave either exit point.”
“Long-range? Brooke said aloud. There would have been no way she had gotten past that unseen and she had not dodged it in any way. So, either it must have been deactivated or malfunctioned, a stroke of luck…though Brooke didn’t believe in luck.
“Get someone to check the security system for bugs, if someone hacked the system it may have given the target a chance to slip away.” The figure of a woman said, and Brooke’s head tilted. That wasn’t Victoria’s voice it was…she didn’t even finish her thought as the woman pulled off her mask. A long amount of shiny black wavy hair descended past her mid back and her face without the glasses looked far more deadly and dangerously beautiful than Brooke had ever seen her. It was Diane, in a latex full body white cat spy suit. The woman looked like every bit the spy and assassin, the rumors had whispered about, her own incredible body now on full display. She may have been a few years older but looked every bit as sexy and fuckable as herself. Diane wore her suit fully zipped up, showing less skin but no more modest in terms of hiding any of her curves and what kind of body that woman possessed.
“What the hell?” Brooke muttered to the quiet forest around her, almost wishing someone would answer her question. It was true…the Organization was trying to kill her. All the pieces of this puzzle fell into place, the comments, everything came flying into her head. She was the target, Diane or all of them wanted to eliminate her…but why? Had Diane gone rogue like Victoria? She focused, she had to pick up as much information as possible, any form of a hint, everything was crucial now.
Diane sighed on the video. “It’s no matter. There is no way off this island. We have all exit and access points under our control. If she tries, we will eliminate her.” Then a ringing sound appeared from her wrist, and Diane answered immediately, “She’s gone.”
A voice came from Diane’s wrist and Brooke strained to hear it through the two forms of static caused by the double transmission. “Interesting…I wonder how she figured us out…maybe we trained her a little too well.” A lovely laugh and Brooke knew it was the Director by the way she spoke…but it didn’t sound like her…it sounded like…no she couldn’t put her finger on it with this much static. She again focused as the next comments were far more important, “Find her, and eliminate her, but do NOT make a scene. Many of these guests here are part of our new order, so let’s keep this quiet and them happy until we complete our hunt of her and the Princess.”
“I don’t know why we didn’t just kill her before this mission. Keeping her alive and sending her here was foolish.” Diane hissed, as the men around the woman shuffled in what Brooke could tell was fear of the dangerous administrator.
“If the procedure had failed, I would have needed her alive, but now she is no longer required because it worked…perfectly. But of course, that does not mean we will now give up on Plan B. I’m quite interested in the Countesses’ original research, and I look forward to discussing it with her when I arrive.” A long sigh came from the wristband, “Though I will admit that you are right as always Diane, I just thought it would have been nice to kill two birds with one stone, but I guess we will have to eliminate them both separably.”
A small smile came to Diane’s lips and Brooke could tell she was very pleased with the compliment, “The procedure worked…I see, well I’m glad it was successful…very glad.” Diane breathed in her wrist, and Brooke was sure she picked a sense of lust and admiration in her voice towards the Director. “And when do you arrive?”
A light chuckle came from the speaker, “You should be glad, after my previous mistake I was in quite a bind but now our plans will be able to go forward. I shall see you on the island tomorrow morning, the king suite has been booked for me, but you may sleep there tonight. I had invited Countess as well, but she declined, though please feel free to spread the good news to her if you do see her.”
Diane smiled, “Wonderful, I look forward to spending a night with you soon, and you’re new…” But she stopped mid-sentence and Diane’s eyes seemed to narrow.
‘New…new what?’ Brooke murmured to the forest desperate for Diane to continue.
But Diane did not resume her sentence, her smirk turning into a frown. Then, in a fluid motion, she pulled a small gun from her hips, aimed, and shot the hidden camera that Brooke had set up ending the transmission with a static buzz in Brooke’s face. “Fuck.” The spy breathed out as the error sign came up on the screen and there was nothing she could do would correct it. They knew that she had heard the conversation, and that would make them hunt her mercilessly. Now her head was spinning, Diane and the Director were looking to start a new order…whatever the hell that was, and now the entire Organization was after her…including Brock. His voice was clear as day as one of the men who had come to her room to kill her. Her heartbreak would have overwhelmed the old Brooke, but now she pushed it down. Victoria’s warning, “The Organization makes you crazy!” flashed into her mind, and Brooke had to wonder if she had been on the wrong side the entire time.
But she wouldn’t despair. That also was the old Brooke, the one who would have given up without a fight, running away like a coward. No, she would figure this out, and if the Organization was as evil as it appeared, she would find a way to stop them. That was her job, and she would not back down.
Firstly, she had to think of a strategy, but that meant she needed more information. Fighting or escaping a group as big as the Organization would be impossible with her lack of intel. Going back to the resort was risky but it was the only way to move forward. Luckily, what had been her biggest problem was now her biggest plus. The hotel was massive, and her own surveillance had proven that the Organization and the Countess’s direct security was less than .0001% of the people there. It also helped that if ran into any of them, she was confident of her abilities to neutralize the threat.
She had also brought a few disguises that she didn’t report on her mission details, a tip that Brock had given her when she first became a spy, a tip she bet he forgot or regretted telling her. If she remained near the pools in one of her disguises it would be near impossible for them to determine it was her. She laid back down in her hammock, trying to calm her breathing and force herself to sleep. Being fully rested was important and there was no point in asking why this happened. She had wanted more than anything to escape her boring solo life back before she had been recruited. A wish that had been granted but boring was the least of her worries now. With no friends or allies, it was hard not to feel more alone than ever.
