Spy VS Spy Irene Walters closed the bulky room window. She was dressed in her usual black leather cat suit, complete with burglary tools. She jumped down from the crate she was standing on, her rubber soles making almost no sound as she crouched down onto the floor. She gave a casual look around and stepped into the archive room of the facility. She gave a look to the eve scanning lock, then smiled. Pulling out her tool, she pulled a green contact. Pulling her eyelid down, she applied the contact, then looked into the scanner. The scanner gave a short burst of red laser, then made several humming noise. It quieted down for a second, before clicking to signify the unlocking of the door. Smiling, Irene stepping into the next room; the Surveillance room. She pulled of her dark shawl, revealing a gorgeous head of auburn hair, which she freed down to her shoulders. She pulled the sipper of her cat suit down her neck to her chest freeing her movement and revealing a lot more cleavage. Her normally blue eyes shone brightly, in comparison to her caramel tan skin. Her body was slim and had curves that drove most men (And a few women) mad. But despite her appearance, she was in fact quite strong. Her strength came from her Russian spy training. She had trained for years and was once more putting her experience to use. Irene was on a mission to receive sensitive data regarding the surveillance of a US drone around a Russian military facility. Originally signed on as a recruit, she had excelled through the ranks and risen to the rank of captain. Using her skills, along with most men's lowered expectations of her due to her physique, she often seduced men for information and then left them clueless as to how they had betrayed their country. Eventually, she stumbled across the location of the US surveillance databanks. After a few weeks planning, she decided to break in and steal their data. Now inside the facility, Irene slid into the seat in front of the computer terminal and plugged in her flash drive. The virus on the disk began corrupting their data files removing any information they may have regarding the Russian military bases. She tapped nervously, her heart beating as the virus did its work. Eventually, the virus chimed and she pulled the disk out. Just as she was about to stand, she heard a soft click behind her. Turning slowly, she faced the person who was holding up the small black gun. As she recognized the feminine face before her, she let out a gasp. She quickly regained her senses, her training kicking in as she opened her mouth to speak. She never got the chance because the dark haired woman standing opposite her fired. She gasped in shock, expecting a painful burst of blood and death. Instead, she felt a sharp sting in her hip. Looking down Irene saw a clear dart with a red fringe sticking out of her inner thigh. The contents already in her bloodstream, she looked at the woman and said "Stella, vhy?" The figure, who was in fact an American operative dressed in a leather cat suit of her own. She held the dart gun which was supplying Irene with a drug induced slumber. The American was a brunette by the name of Stella Amoris, an American agent sent overseas to find out what she could about the Russian plans. She smiled sweetly, slipping her gun back into her belt. She walked quickly and quietly towards the other end of the room, where Irene was wobbling hazily against the desk. She was leaning against it for support, her legs wobbling numbly. Stella walked over and pulled her away from the desk, cradling Irene in her arms and moving her down gently. "Shhhhh. Shh, shh, shhh. Relax, my dear. It will be over soon" She whispered. Irene did not want to relax, but her body betrayed her, sliding down weakly in the other woman's warm embrace. Her legs gave away and her arms were weakly trying to push Stella away. Her tongue was numb, so her attempts at protest were weak cries of resistance. Her eyelids were getting heavier and she was having trouble focusing on the scene around her. A ringing in her ears started to intensify and she felt her mind slipping away. Stella looked down at the faltering agent beneath her. She felt her body go completely slack and she let out one last sigh. Laying her down on the floor gently, she couldn't help but look at her lovely figure. It had been those same lustful desires that made them get together all those years ago in the first place. She shrugged those thoughts aside. Picking up the sleeping beauty, she carried her deeper into the facility. *** With her back turned, Stella casually hummed a cheerful tune as she worked on the disinfectants and chemicals. Casually swaying from side to side, she gave a cursory glance to her behind to see if Irene was still asleep. She was. Turning back to the table she pulled down her zipper on the front of her cat suit, revealing her black lace bra underneath. Oh it felt quite good to breathe. Although she loved how sexy the cat suit made her feel having a little breathing room. Leaning down over her sleeping victim she rubbed some iodine on her arm. "Oh dear. This little blood test won't hurt a bit. Or, it wouldn't if you were awake" She said, chuckling to herself. When she turned her back to get the needle, an eye popped open. Irene casually looked around and got a bearing of her surroundings. Her training in Russia had included immunity to several types of knockout drugs, and although the dart had still put her to sleep, she woke up nearly an hour ahead of schedule. Which is exactly why Stella was so carefree around her. Irene looked at her and saw an opportunity. When the spy turned back to her, she feigned unconsciousness. Stella walked over to her and bent over the other spy's sleeping form, pulling off her right glove and taking a small blood sample. Using her pickpocket skills Irene pocketed one of her tools; a small bottle labeled CHC13. Stella turned around again to label and catalog the sample while Irene looked for something to soak with the Chloro. She looked around and decided to simply pour it on her gloves. She quietly unscrewed the cap and applied the sweet smelling liquid. She accidentally smelled some of it, and the fumes made her woozy. This was clearly strong stuff and it would keep Stella out for hours. Carefully, she got up and crept behind Stella. Grabbing from behind she wrapped one arm around her chest pressing against her soft breasts, as her other gloved hand clamped down on her Stella's nose and mouth. "Mmmmph!" Cried Stella, gasping in shock. She realized to late what a mistake she made as the huge breath drew in more of the noxious fumes. "Relax, my dear" Said Irene, in her thick Russian accent. "It vill all be over soon" Stella clashed violently against Irene, hoping to break free of her grip, but she knew in her heart that she was already too far gone. Her arms and legs were starting to feel heavy and numb and her ears were beginning to hear a faint ringing. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as her body began to slump. She was barely staying conscious. Satisfied that it was safe to remove the chloro laced gloves, Irene gently cradled Stella and placed her on the same bed she had been placed on. She removed a glove and laid it beside Stella's face, so that she would still be receiving some (but not all) of the fumes. Stella wanted to get up and fight but her limbs felt as heavy as lead pipes. She lay there, her mind fuzzy, and wondered why she had removed the chloroform. As her mind swam, Irene bent over and whispered some questions in her ear. "Vere the records on the computer ze only 'vones?" She asked, gently breathing down her neck. Irene knew that Stella, and she knew her weaknesses. She could never resist her when she whispered in what Stella called her 'sexy voice'. Stella was too far gone to resist. Her mind didn't realize she was answering before it was too late. "Yes" She moaned, her speech barely above a whisper. "Vhere?" Asked Irene, once again whispering. Her voice sent shivers down Stella's spine, and she felt the Goosebumps on her arms stand up, filling her with pleasure. "In the records room" She answered quickly, aching for Irene's touch once again. Irene smiled, knowing she had the information. She pulled the glove up and pressed it gently on her face. Stella's eyes began rolling and her head lolled to the side. A darkness was creeping up the corners of her vision, her mind fading away. Just before she was unconscious, Irene removed the accesory and placed it aside. Irene had a certain liking for the dramatics. She dipped a finger in the bottle and rubbed it gently on her lips. She then blew a kiss into Stella's face, the fumes sending her off into dreamland. She quickly wiped off the fluid from her own lips and packed the bottle up. She took her tool belt from the table where Stella had removed it when she was unconscious, and she headed out the door. She paused, and grabbed the Dart gun Stella had used on her just in case. Looking back, she whispered one last sentence to her once-lover and now enemy, a sentence of endearment in Russian. "Sweet dreams, my love" She spoke, turning her back to Stella and walking away.