Operation : Sovereign
By Tazmin



17th October 2000

The Regency Hotel, Bond Street, London

It was 5.30pm on a cold Friday afternoon in London. A cafe across the road
from the world famous Regency Hotel is busy with customers drinking and eating
supper. A gorgously pretty Blonde. Her sparkling clean hair, prettly held up
in a sexy arrangment complementing her pretty face. She sports sexy designer
glasses and is wearing a smart business suit, sipping her cofee slowly as the
world goes past her. Her suite consists of a deep blue jacket and matching
blouse, with highly polished black high heels. Her crossed, nylon clad thighs,
encased in sheer, almost black tights reflecting in the late afternoon sunset.
She appears to be casually flicking through a copy of the Financial Times
although what she is actually doing is a little more sinister. Concealed in
the pages of the huge orange pages of her FT are A4 pieces of paper with
statistics, drawings, photographs and descriptions. This data is essential
information on a client staying at the Regency hotel, the Palestinian security
advisor of state.

Sarah is an Assassin working for the British government under joint coalition
between the American and Israli governments. Her mission is detailed in these
documents. She is to obtain a suitable disguise, preferably a cleaners outfit,
and, posing as a hotel offical, gain access to the 5th floor on which the
client is staying, and from there gain access to the clients room. Once inside
the suite, she is too assassinate the client, clear the scene of evidence of
any intrusion and leave the hotel discretly...

Sarah casaully glances at her watch, 6.10pm. The client would be arriving from
the meeting he had earlier in the day with the Iraqi foreign minister at a
undisclosed meeting place.

Sarah folded up her papers, whilst sexily uncrossing her legs, slowly with a
'sshhfft' noise as her tights rubbed togheter, without looking around at the
people in the cafe. Picked up her handbag and switching her reading glasses
for her sunglasses then strutted off from the cafe, leaving her coffe behind.

'beep, beep' went the remote alarm on her Chrysler Discovery parked around the
corner from the Regency Hotel. She opened the passenger door and put her
papers in the glove compartment, ignoring the 'ding, ding' noise as the door
was open. Once she had locked her car again, she made her way into the Regency
hotel.

Sarah walked through reception, noticing a bald man looking twice at her
gorgous figure, she ruled that he was not conected to the client though and
paid no attention to him.

'Hello, May I help you ma'am' the receptionist asked politly

'Yes' Sarah said rather bluntly 'I have a suite on the 5th floor, but I am not
happy with the condition of the bathroom' she added as she casually glanced
around not even looking at he receptionist

'Oh, I am terribly sorry ma'am, I'll send a cleaner right away, what is your
suite number?' he enquired

'Oh I can't remeber man' Sarah barked at him rudely 'Just show me this cleaner
and I shall guide her there!' she almost raged

'Fine ma'am' the receptionist concluded. He signalled to a male cleaner
polishing an ash tray by the elevator.

'NO!' Sarah again barked 'I want a female cleaner' she butted in stubbornly,
again not looking at him as she said it.

'OK ma'am'

After some deliberation, a young girl appeared from the elevator. Sarah walked
into the elevator with her without saying thankyou to the receptionist who was
glad to see the back of her!

Sarah could tell this girl, no older than 20, had just had a cigarette break
as she smelled of smoke. They did not talk in the elevator, once on the 5th
floor, Sarah began walking down the corridor towards the suite where the
client was staying. She stopped a few doors down from the clients suite and
said 'This is the one, this is my suite'

'OK then' the girl stammered as she went off to the nearest utility cupboard.
Sarah casually followed her, without looking too suspicous. Once the girl was
inside the cupboard, Sarah checked both ways down the corridor before entering
the cupboard with the cleaner, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Like Lighting Sarah back hand chopped the poor girl on the back of the neck
sending her down like a sack of shit. Sarah kneeled down and turned the girl
over carefully. Silently, she ran her hand over the girls nose and mouth and
held closed her nose between her fingers whilst mounting the poor girl,
pinning her arms to her sides with her thighs. The unfortuante girl did not
know what had hit her. She tried to weakly scream but Sarahs hand ensured her
attempts only quietly vibrated in the soft palm of her hand.

Sarah slowly smothered the cleaning girl with one hand and little resistance
as the girl was almost unconcious, her hands weakly trying to get free from
between Sarahs thighs, her legs kicking meakly. Sarah showed no emotion whilst
doing this. After she was sure the girl had passed away, some 5 minutes later,
she then undressed the girl slowly, being sure not to tear her clothes at all
as this may give her away later. Once the cleaning girl was down to her cheap
underwear, Sarah slowly stood up and began undressing. First off came her
jacket which she hung up on the door. Next her Navy blue blouse slipping down
her sheer, shapely legs, revealing her gorgous figure and leaving our assassin
standing only in her white wonderbra and nearly black tights as well as her
black high heels which she left on.

Now she put on the girls outfit. It was a typical cleaners outfit, nothing too
special but still smart taking into account the quality of the hotel in which
it represnted. She even changes tights to make sure nothing was left to
speculation. There was no chair in the very small room, so Sarah made one by
sitting on the deceased girls face, crossing her nylon legs as she leaned into
the girls visage for comfort.

'Do excuse me' Sarah cheekily commented as she gently slipped off her nearly
black tights, snapping easyily off her perfect feet, her polished red toenails
suddenly able to shine. Then she carefully slid on the sheer misty grey tights
the cleaner had on.

Once she was happy that she looked the part, Sarah checked herself in the
mirror on the cupboard wall one last time before opening the door slowly,
grabbing the hoover that was in the corner of the cupboard, and then scanning
the corridor for people. Once she was satisfied that it was clear, she emurged
into the corridor and locked the door with the girls keys.

Sarah walked back down the corridor in her brand new outfit, with keys
jangling and hoover in tow. She looked the part but if anything,too pretty to
be a cleaner. She turned into the clients suite entrance causing the bodyguard
on the door to immeditaly jump up from his chair and leave his right hand free
to prodduce his firearm if needed.

'Hello' Sarah said in an open sexy voice 'I have instuctions to clean this
suite as it was not done earlier' she added questionalbly

'I am sorry, but no one can enter this suite right now' the guard replied in
good English

'Well' Sarah now began to raise her voice 'I HAVE to clean this suite of else
I'll get FIRED' Sarah barked at him like she did downstairs to the
receptionist

'Listen to me little girl...' Before the guard could finish his sentence,
there was some Arabic spoken from inside the room. It was the client. His
voice did not seem angry as he instructed the guard to do something. The guard
looked at Sarah stubbornly and beckoned her forward and told her to raise her
arms.

Once Sarah had been strip searched, the guard opened the door. 'You have 20
mins' he said plainly

'Its all I'll need' the pretty blonde replied without looking at him as she
procecced into the suite triumphantly. The guard shut the door behind her.

The suite was very, very nice with plenty of expensive furnishings everywhere
the eye could see. This must be a £300 at least deal.

There was the client. Sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room, reading
an Arabic newspaper, facing away from Sarah.

'Do you mind if I use my Hoover, sir' Sarah enquired caustionsly not wanting
to impose too much.

He did not reply. Simply waived her on with his free hand over his shoulder.

She plugged in the hoover and switched it on. The noise of the hoover would
give her cover as she carried out her task. Sarah slowly slipped her skirt off
to give her maximum movement, then her top came off. Sarah was now standing
only wearing her expensive 'Gucci' underwear imprisoned underneath
surprisingly good quality sheer misty grey tights, as well as white wonerbra
and polished black high heels. She looked amazing.

She took gliding silent steps towards the client, which turned into a
cartwheel as she approached the sofa. The assassin now effortlysly slid down
the front of the sofa until she found herself on the clients shoulders. Still
sliding deeper into the sofa as their combined body weights were pushing them
further down. Her thighs instictivley wrapped around his neck and he was
completly startled. Sarahs hand was alredy cupped firmly around his mouth as
he voiced his surprisal. Suddenly, with a lighting strike as before, she
karate chopped the clients neck, twice, as he gave agonsizing smothered
groans. This would make him dozy and less resistant. The client was sinking
deeper into the sofa as Sarah couldnt grip his neck between her thighs
anymore, and he found himself being facesat by this beauty. Sarah shuffled
around on his face to get a better position, his face being smoothly smothered
by her sheer silky grey tights, but this did'nt last long as the client
managed to slide right out from under her ass.

Sarah quickly placed her high heels on the back of his head and locked her
legs out straight forward, sending the client sprawling across the floor and
landing face down, still groggy from her karate neck chops.

She was on him before he could do anything.

Now standing over him, Sarah quickly turned him over and at the same time
grabbed his wrists and pulled him up sharpely. Her right high heel deep in the
clients stomach, winding him badly as his body could'nt follow his arms,
unwillingly expelling all the air in his lungs with a loud groan. Now Sarah
removed her foot and yanked him up towards her. He unwillingly flew upwards,
past her ankles, knees and thighs, until his face found itself harshly crushed
against her pantyhosed croutch. Sarah slammed her shapely thighs toghether
around the clients face, sealing it in her suffocating grip and clamping them
tightly together. Sarah allowed them both to fall forward gently. When they
hit the floor, the client gave a pained smothered moan from the impact. Sarah
now gripped his wrists tightly, controlling them, comfortably holding the
client in a suffocating facestraddle. He thrashed around wildly, screams
vibrating silently between her shiny thighs, trying to escape Sarahs deadly
hold but with no success as the highly trained assassin remained unbudged, her
althletic body not giving way. Sarahs thighs had completly engulfed the
clients face as she pressed them together as hard as she could, leaving him
suffocating between them, the smell of worn tights all he knew now. His
screams harmlessly vibrating through her silky thighs. Everytime he desperatly
thrashed around, she just compensated by reshuffling herself until he was
sucking on her tights again. This desperate sharade of wildly bucking for air
followed by Sarah calmly repositioning herself seemed, to the client, to go on
for an eternity. The clients body twisting and bucking like a rabid animal as
his need for oxygen stepped to another level. His brain was desperatly crying
out for air now as he was suffocating fast. Sarahs soft, supple tights encased
thighs were succesfully preventing him from breathing the air he needed to
stay alive as he could only desperatly suck on them for air which simply
was'nt there. He could'nt move her off his face even with all his might he
could only slightly put her off but she would just reshuffle herself again and
again until his face was completly smothered and she was completly back in
control. Every time he did this, he would lose valuable energy which he
couldnt afford to waste as he was'nt getting any fresh oxygen. He was going to
die very soon. Sarah had forced his wrists on her lap, safe, promting a final
'MMMPHH' for help before he slowly stopped struggling, he was dead.Sarah
remained sat on the clients face.

Suddenly he came alive and managed to desperatly bite her thigh with his teeth
with all his energy left. It was enough. Sarah was not expecting this, and in
so much pain that she released the client from his suffocating toom. He took
in a great big gulp of air, instantly filling his lungs with the air he longed
for.

Sarahs quick thinking mind was one step ahead of him though as she quickly
bounced backwards off his shoulders, onto his chest. He suddenly found his
lifesaving gulp of air cut rudely in half as Sarahs lovely behind bounced up
and down on his chest, evilily not letting him breath as much air as he would
have wanted. She swiftly leaned over him, now straddling his neck and grabbed
the back of his head with both hands, pulling it up fast whilst gracefully and
effortlsly bringing her legs around from her sitting position until her lethal
thighs were scissored around his neck, her anckles instictively locking
toghther with a sexy 'shhft' as the tights rubbed. He gasped in her stomach as
Sarah thrust and tensed her legs around his neck, with small orgasmic urges
and her shiny blonde hair bouncing of her shoulders, cutting off his air
supply . His head free of her hands now as she leaned on his shoulders for
balance. His head had now returned to normal level as his bloated pained red
face was left weakly staring into her pretty face as she evily smiled down at
him, biting her top lip with the satisfaction at his unsuccesful attempts at
taking in oxygen, his wind pipe scissored between her glazing misty grey
supple thighs. The client was desperatly trying to prise open Sarahs thighs so
he could breath, his face screwed up with determination and frustration as he
used all his energy battling for his life, his face now very red as he gasped
for air only managing to suck loudly repeatdly making 'SSSPPPHHHFFTT' sounds
as he sucked on her soiled tights, oxygen simply wasnt there as Sarah now
calmly gripped his hands in hers, tightly controlling them away from her legs
and the pressure around the his neck.

He was now making involuntery loud groaning noises as Sarah continued to
thrust and tense her thighs around his neck forcing all the air out of his
lungs as she gave small orgasmic urges herself with each thrust, biting her
top lip to contain them, the hoover easily drowning his moans.

The client was now dying. His face was blue. His eyes were wide open, bulging
right out, his tongue down to his chin as he still gasped for air. The veins
on his temples bulging from the pressure around his neck. Sarahs' mouth agap
teasingly mimicking his desperate mouth movements to breath, her head tilted
sympathically, her eyes raising with each of his unsuccesful breathing
attempts staring into his petrifyied ones as he died between her thighs

Suddenly the hoover powered down. Sarah was startled by this and dropped her
guard. It was a miracle saving for the client who managed to put her off
balance by pulling her hands with enough force to allow his head to slip
through between the bottom of her thighs into freedom, his face brushed over
by her tights encased sex. Sarah was fast though. She knew she had a split
second after the client had breathed air again before he screamed for help to
the bodyguard outside the door. As he inhaled, she replaced her hands behind
her on his shoulders and smoothly backrolled over his face, smacking his head
to the floor before she found herself upright, sitting on his waist as her
short blonde hair bounced playfully on her shoulders, her thighs gripping his
legs toghether

Before he could scream for help, the oxygen deprived, groggy old man was
thrust up again. This time Sarah had both her hands behind his head, pulling
his face deep into her clevage as he let out a roar for help. Sarah's young
and full, soft breasts enveloping and suffocating his cries.

The client was not a young man, in his late 50's and he didnt have the
strength he had in his younger days and was now thoroughly exhausted. But
Sarah was in her late 20's and very altheltic and supple. She put her hand
under his head, arching his head back by the hair with a gasp of air, and she
settled her full, firm breasts over his face, using her upper arms to hold
them together over his nose and mouth. Sarah was careful to hold them only
over the lower half of his face, watching his eyes as he realized that he
couldn't breathe, that his face was trapped against her breasts, that he could
make no move to escape, that he would die, suffocated against the breasts of a
woman. Sarah watched him carefully, holding his face firmly to her heaving
breasts, making sure that her face, filled with her satisfaction at destroying
him, would be the last thing that he saw before his death, as he struggled
pathetically for air from between her breasts. She stared into his eyes coldly
as she suffocated him against her, until finally his eyes closed as he fell
unconscious. She pulled his face away from her chest then, and he began
breathing again, Sarah hugged him back to her, sealing his face firmly between
her breasts, holding him in her arms, draining the life from him. She kissed
the top of his head, whispering "Good night, sweet prince." She held him
against her until she was certain that his life had left him, that she had
taken it from him, and she released him, letting him fall to the ground.

The clients shocked face was pale white as he lay there, eyes wide open in
terror, staring into space. Sarah shuffled forward until sitting on his face,
taking a deep breath for a moment. She then took out a hair band from inside
her bra and ran her hands slowly through her straight blonde hair, her head
tilted back allowing her hair to dangle freely, pendulaming her head side to
side before tying it up in a sexy little arrangment with the band. Now Sarah
checked her Omega ladies watch. She had been in there over quarter of an hour.
Time to go. Sarah carefully scanned the area before unclamping her sheer
tights encased thighs from around the clients smothered face. Now she swiftly
put back glasses that had been knocked over in the events that had just taken
place. Next she picked up the dead client and dragged him to the sofa where
she positioned him how she originally found him, facing away from the door.
She was careful to keep his head from falling, tilting it upright and then
taking a moment to admire her work, head tilted slightly with a little smirk
before kissing her middle finger and pressing it gently on the blue lips of
the dead man.

Quickly she made her way to the door and slipped back into the skirt and top
she had been wearing then unplugged the hoover from the mains, swiftly coiling
up the lead around the handle.

Sarah now opened the door to the suite to be meet by the bodyguard's stern
glance, returning him a sweet 'Britney'style smile with head titled and white
teeth gleaming.

'I was about to come and get you out' the guard commented defiantly

'I got a little pinned down with work' Sarah replied cockily, again without
looking at him as before as she strutted straight past him, hoover in tow

'WAIT' the guard suddenly blurted

Sarah froze..her heart beating faster with anticipation as she now slowly
turned round to see the guard approaching her

Sarah had to act quick as he seemed to want to check her over again

'Here hold this' she said bluntly as she tossed the hoover at the bodyguard
making him stoop to catch it. Like lighting She bolted towards him and brought
her right leg up, around and down hitting the guard with a successful axe kick
catching him squarly on the top of his head,sending him down like a scak of
shit. Swiftly Sarah grabbed the semi concious falling guards' hand and half
rose him whilst twisting his wrist then stepping forward and thrusting him
back whilst spinning his arm by the wrist sending him spirilling head over
heels backwards into the suite

He bounced up and down and was momentarily dazed, lying his back. Sarah dove
on top landing in the sixty-nine position, for there were a different set of
rules now in effect as Sarah was not 'pressed' for time any more so she was
going to enjoy this one. She brought her elbow into his mid section causing
him to raise his head as he expelled air from his lungs from the blow allowing
Sarah's thighs to wrap fully around his head. Her powerful legs began to
squeeze the poor bodyguard's neck. With her arms, she controlled his wildly,
thrashing legs. Sarah's thighs engulfed his head more and more covering his
entire face like air tight glove. He could not scream and barely even breathe
at all. She continued tightening the steel, vice grip of her thighs. At this
stage the bodyguard was not very woried after all..she was only a girl right?
what could her silly legs do to him?

Sarah had now teased back his knees by tickling them and had complete control
over his legs as she tightly hugged his doubled up legs whilst squeezing her
thighs toghether around his face as hard as she could lettting out sexy little
'UR's as she squeezed harder still, her teeth gritted in frustration,her hair
throwing wildly back and forth on her face. She continued to do this over and
over agian, every time losing the bodyguard precious air and energy. His neck
scissored between her nylon clad thighs, his face smothered inside her tights
encased cheeks.

Now he was nervous as,even without all his might he couldnt escape her hold,
with the young althletic lady deniying him oxygen, cutting off his air supply
but he just couldnt open her thighs to release the pressure around his neck.
Her anckles tightly locked together acting as the pivot point to her hold. He
tried to reach her ankles to unwrap her legs but couldnt reach them, losing
valuable energy with every unsuccesful attempt

He was now a stark, raving, foaming madman. He clawed at Sarah, punched,
pinched, kicked but to no avail. The trained bodyguard was frantic in her
trap. His wild attempts to kick out only succeeded in tiring him out more.
Sarah continued to gradually increase her scissor pressure so as not to tire
herself out to quickly. She had bagged her prey and there was going to be no
escape Harder and harder her lethal legs compressed his head, changing it's
round shape to more of an eliptical one, his aroused manhood almost struck
Sarah in the face.

'well..is that all you've got big man?' she sarcastiacally said as he screamed
in her upper thighs his eyes wide open with rage his face bright red

She pinned his penis to his leg rendering it immobile and resumed squezzing,
increasing the pressure gradually around Ivans head and neck, his petrified
smothered screams leading Eve to turn to him casually, glancing into his
eratic eyes, one eye covered by short, clean blond hair as she'ssshhhh'ed' to
him playfully, a coy grin on her face, White teeth gleaming as she giggled
softly at his demise making him even more angry and even more aware he was
being slowly strangled by this pretty young girl.

Slowly, perhaps 15 minutes or so, his thrashing dramatically slowed. She could
see the colors of his face change from her powerful hold as he still gave weak
pertified, smothered screams, her tights all he could breath, rubbing coarsly
against his face, his hands clawing trying to somehow prise Sarah's powerful
thighs from around his face. She spun her head round to see his torture, her
shiny blond hair throwing itself around her head and bouncing off her
shoulders until laying still. Sarah watched on naively, slightly biting her
bottom lip with orgasmic excitement, she rasied her eyebrows in mimic of his
unsuccesful breathing attempt causing a length of shiny blond hair to fall
over her left eye as he gasped for air which wasnt there, his eyes rolling
hard in his head from the suffocation, his forehaed the only visable part of
his head now beetroot red as she thrust some more 'UR's making him expell the
last of his oxygen supply into her pantyhosed croutch with muffled 'aarh's
with each thrust she gave his moans became quieter until they were but a
whisper. Sarah kept up her relentless deathgrip, only pausing to kiss her
middle fingertip and push it onto his red veiny forehead with a sexy grin on
her face, leaving a lipstick mark on his head. She maintained the constant
pressure around his neck and face until he totally stopped moving and his body
went limp; as he passed into history.

Sarah kept the pressure on for five minutes more just to make sure he was
really dead then slowly unlocking her anckles as she rose from the ground.

His head was lying at an akward angle, with eyes wide in horror and disbelief.
His tongue was hanging down to his chin.

Sarah now picked up the bodyguard with some difficulty as he was way heavier
than the lightweight client, placing him next to the deceased client on the
sofa.

She gave a sexy little, curtisy quite happy with her work, Still smiling
perfusly she gave a sexy little wave goodbye and blew them a kiss before
whipping around balerina like towards the door.

Her work done, Sarah now carefully locked the suite door and picked up the
knocked over hoover then walked back to the utility cupboard where she got it.
Upon opening the cupboard after checking the corridor Sarah put the hoover
back and closed the door behind her. Now she went through the same routine as
before getting changed using the dead girls face as her seat. The only noise
to be heard from the cupboard being the distinctive 'sfhhht' as Sarahs quality
sheer black tights, that have claimed numerous lives, slid up her tanned
anckles, calfs then thighs before snapping perfectly around her waist. After
putting her heels back on and checking herself in the mirror she caustiosly
opened the cupboard door and then shut it behind her,locked.

Sarah smartly strutted out of the elevator and through main reception to be
hailed by the man she spoke to earlier

'I trust your room is now satisfactory madam?'

'Yes, the girl was very useful' Sarah smiled back at him, adding a little wink
as she walked out of the revolving black doors

'beep beep' went her Chrysler Discovery as she unlocked it remotely from
almost 10 meters away. She opened the door and sat in the car with the door
open as she checked through files in the glove compartment. Cars busily
'beeped' past her in the normal London traffic chaos, pedestrians walking by
her oblivous to the lives that she had taken. Sarah now got in closing the
door and started the engine, joining the traffic whilst feeling quite
satisfied with her mission. She would receive some £100,000 for that job from
her employers.