The school dinner date




Monday

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Scott Blake sat back and relaxed with a tumbler of Bourbon while he took in
the show. Up on stage a busty young woman called Marina was going through her
best naughty schoolgirl routine. The dozen other customers in the strip club
whistled and howled in appreciation as the cute little cotton panties came off
and were flung into the crowd. Scott watched on disinterestedly, whiling away
the time and looking for some other distraction as he alternated his gaze from
the door to his watch. His boyish good looks and stylishly expensive living
habits meant he found it easy to pick up women; quite why he had agreed to
this location as a meeting place with Everett was something he wasn't sure
about now.

Marina finished her show and walked off stage, hands full of dollar bills. The
lights came up and Scott thought about leaving, even though he was only
halfway through his drink. He stood up just as the lights dimmed, inwardly
cursing his prospective business partner. Soft, sensual music filled the bar
and a strange hush descended across the room. Scott stopped in his tracks, his
eyes drawn to the stage where a curtain obscured all but the silhouette of the
night's next performer.

"Please welcome to the stage ... Candy Kane," the announcer said in an awed
tone.

The curtain slid away and a single spotlight framed the woman behind, bathing
her in harsh white light. Long blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders,
framing her beautiful face and drawing attention to the bright red lips and
eyes that, even from halfway across the bar, sparkled. Her body was barely
concealed by a tight leather outfit of skirt and lace-up bodice. The skirt was
short enough to reveal a small amount of tanned flash between it and the tops
of her black stockings.

Transfixed, Scott watched Candy stride confidently to centre stage as the
music increased in pace. Her routine was amazing, timed just right to leave
the audience wanting to see more but Candy always remained in control, leaving
herself covered just that little bit longer than her audience wanted. Her
fingers slowly pulled the lace from her top and she teased a while before
opening it to reveal large, perfectly formed breasts, the erect nipples
sticking out. She threw the top into the audience, which precipitated a mad
rush for the item. Scott didn't move a muscle. He looked up at her face and
saw the look of pleasure washing across it as she danced. Then she looked
straight at him, her eyes holding his for what seemed like an eternity. Scott
thought he saw her smile slightly and her hand snaked down between her legs.
Then she blew him a kiss and turned abruptly to face the audience on the other
side of the stage, beginning to slowly peel off her tight skirt. Scott watched
on, his eyes never leaving the woman though she never looked at him again. Her
body was perfectly toned and when she finally pulled her thong off it took a
supreme effort of will on Scott's part to stop himself cumming in his pants.

When the lights finally shut down, blanketing the bar in darkness, the shouts
from the crowd were almost deafening but as quickly as the bewitching blonde
had captured their attention they switched it to the next woman on stage.
Scott went back to his drink and realised he hadn't touched it the whole time
that Candy had been performing. A waitress approached and handed him a
perfumed note, written on pink paper. Scott opened it. The message was short:
"How about a private dance, handsome?" It was signed "Candy" and with an
imprint of her lips.

Scott looked up at the waitress who was still standing by his table and she
gestured to the back of the bar and a door attended by a big man in a
badly-fitting suit. Quickly, he got up and went to the door, flashing the card
at the doorman as he did. He opened it without acknowledging Scott, who
disappeared inside.

***********

"Her name is actually Danielle," Emma explained to Holly as they sat at the
far side of the bar, watching Candy walk off the stage. "She was a protégé of
mine."

"Really? I wouldn't have thought you had those sorts of moves?" Holly quipped.
Emma chuckled.

"Well, she didn't originally," She explained. "She studied at the Royal School
of Ballet in Birmingham. Her mother was head of the Academy over in England
before The Purge. We picked her up five years ago at the age of 16 during one
of our recovery missions." She paused for a moment to take a sip from the
vodka and tonic sat on the bar. "Incredibly bright, legs to die for and an
accent that makes most people weak at the knees."

"So just what is she doing here?" Holly asked as she inwardly noted Scott
moving towards the private rooms at the rear of the building. "Oooh, I get it
... "

"Scott Blake - Vice President of Blake Industries, son of Howard Blake ... "

" ... who is a Founding member of The Agency." Holly connected the dots.
"Revenge mission then I take it?"

"Something like that," Emma answered. "Plus it helps to be able to snuff out
any line of succession where possible."

"Naturally."

"So, what do you say to us finishing our drinks and going to watch Danielle at
work?"

**************

Scott made his way down a narrow corridor; beyond which the passage terminated
in a T-junction that had two doors on either side and one at the far end. As
it was adorned with a large pink star on the door, which Scott assumed this
was where he was supposed to be. Entering quietly, the room was deceptively
large. It was circular with a leather-covered bench that curved around the far
wall. A small podium in the middle of the room was obviously meant for the
girl to perform on and Scott noticed there was another note on the podium
written on pink paper.

"Wait here" it read. Scott sat down and waited. He was growing impatient when
he heard footsteps coming down the corridor and then saw the door being pushed
open. Scott tensed in anticipation as the door swung open and there she was.

She was dressed completely differently to earlier. The leather skirt was gone,
replaced by a tight, strapless, metallic red dress. Her hair was worn up,
secured by two pins and an expensive looking diamond necklace adorned her
neck. Scott wasn't a short man but in her three inch heels Candy was only a
shade shorter than him.

"Hi there," she said, closing the door behind her, her English accent
immediately making an impression on him. "Please, sit down."

Scott sat and stared up at her. He tried to say something but suddenly he
found he couldn't think of anything to say. Candy smiled, giggling slightly.
She stepped closer to him, her body inches from him now. "Just relax," she
said, leaning in close, her hands pressed against the wall on either side of
Scott's head. "I'm sure you know there's no touching allowed?"

Scott nodded.

"Well not today," Candy said and she grabbed his arms and placed his hands on
her tight ass. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth in a
long passionate embrace. Then her fingers moved to his pants and unzipped the
fly. She pulled his hard cock out and wrapped her hand around the base of it.
Then she got down on her knees and took the whole length into her mouth,
deep-throating him, all the time maintaining eye contact.

Scott thought he was going to explode straight away but Candy applied pressure
to the base of his cock and every time he thought he was close he would feel
his orgasm subside. He held onto her head, encouraging her to keep going,
which she did with gusto. Then she stopped. The blonde bombshell stood and
straddled Scott, lowering herself onto his engorged member. Scott felt her
pussy muscles contracting around his cock, again preventing him losing
everything. Candy pulled her dress down, freeing her ample breasts, and pulled
Scott forward into them. He kissed and nuzzled the two perfect globes
hungrily. They were firm and young, just as he liked them. He started to fuck
her, driving his hips forward in a desperate attempt to reach a climax. He
pulled back from her breasts and looked into her eyes. They were filled with
pure lust. He kissed her and felt his orgasm approach, this time he knew there
was no way to stop the inevitable eruption that was approaching. Candy pushed
him back against the wall and began to ride him furiously. Something about the
smile she gave him suddenly seemed a little odd to Scott.

"Where's Daddy based now?" Candy asked, still smiling and fucking him, one
hand on his chest. Scott looked puzzled and then he realized what she'd just
said. The associations in his mind began to form as he realised - too late -
what was happening. He tried to throw Candy off him however she had already
dug her fingers into his shoulder and a sudden pain lanced through his body,
paralysing him and causing him to cry out in agony.

"Ooh, that's good honey," Candy teased as Scott's involuntary convulsions sent
erotic sensations through her body. "Scream all you want. This room's
soundproofed so no-one will hear you." Scott tried to rise but waves of pain
overwhelmed him, threatening to send him into the abyss of unconsciousness. He
knew Candy was hardly exerting any force at all but the pain was immense, yet
he could still feel the hot, wet sensation of her pussy as she continued to
ride his cock. She was moving slower now, her hips rotating in what looked
like a figure eight motion.

Candy took the opportunity to remove the pins from her hair and held them up
to Scott's eyes. There was a zeal, a gleam in her eyes that terrified him.
"You will tell me," she said, "but only after I've had my fun." She purred as
she plunged the first long needle into Scott's abdomen, immediately eliciting
more screams from him. The second needle pierced his ribs on the left hand
side; Candy pushed the whole 3" into his flesh.

Scott couldn't think. He dimly realised he should have passed out by now. His
attacker was obviously extremely skilled and that was why he was still
conscious and, remarkably, still hard. It was also why Scott knew he would
tell her the answer to her question, whether he wanted to or not. She would
make him talk. He looked into her eyes once more. The lust was still there but
now it was a lust for pain - a cold, cruel gaze mixed with desire. Candy said
nothing but she gently nudged the needle in his abdomen, sending even more
pain lancing though him.

"Mmmm...tough guy I see..." she giggled as she saw him trying to resist. She
moved her other hand, pressing a point of flesh underneath his armpit.
Suddenly Scott found he couldn't breathe. His frame shook as he realised she
had managed to do something that essentially switched off the nominally
automatic process within his body. Suddenly Candy began to grind her hips
harder and faster. "Mmmm...that's it baby...choke for me..." she ran her hands
through her hair as she leaned back, pumping her hips in a manner hitherto
unseen so far. Scott could feel his vision blurring - so much he barely saw
her fingers strike at his chest.

Instantly he felt the rush of air into his lungs - then the burning sensation
of pain from the two wicked hair pins hit him once again. "The Hilton in
Berlin!" Scott screamed, betraying his father after less than 15 minutes with
an enemy operative. Candy knew she was close to climaxing and she was past the
point of no return, letting her natural instincts take over and allowing
herself the pleasure of orgasm. Scott felt his body respond to her hips in a
way he had never felt before - almost as if she was sucking the bodily fluids
out of him against his consent. His wounded body still felt the sensations of
the orgasm - yet it only increased the pain he was wracked with.

Candy abruptly dismounted, letting the still spurting cock flop against
Scott's waist as she straightened her dress and smoothed out her blonde hair
that now hung down over her shoulders. The pain was still there for Scott but
now he felt he could move. He had one chance to save his father. Summoning all
his will Scott leapt forward, hoping to catch Candy off guard. With nonchalant
ease Candy sidestepped and struck out at Scott's neck with the edge of her
hand. Scott felt something snap in his throat and he crashed to his knees,
propped up against the stool in the middle of the room. He tasted blood in the
back of his throat and then felt it well up into his mouth. Once more, he
couldn't breathe, only this time he knew there was no way back.

Candy stood over Scott and watched him twitch as death slowly took him, the
cold smile on her face being the last thing his eyes would register. The door
to the room opened, allowing Holly and Emma to enter. Candy looked up at them,
noting how flushed both of them looked. "Did you enjoy the show?" She asked as
she returned her observations to her victim.

"Very professional," Holly commented, casually running her left hand across
her chest as she looked down at Scott.

"Did you get what we were after?" Emma breathlessly added. Candy nodded as
eventually Scott lay still, blood pooling from his mouth onto the floor.
"Excellent, because we have another operation for someone with your specific
skills."

************

Wednesday

The young man walked slowly down the boulevard. On his left the hustle and
bustle of restaurants and cafes: his right the open sea. The faint lights of a
few ships on the horizon separating it from the blackened sky. He detoured
from his path, and subtly passed through a crowd of disgruntled smokers into
the restaurant. A quick obligatory exchange with the waiter; no more than 15
minutes for a table. He took a seat at the bar within sight line of the front
door. Gesturing to the barman, he checked his mobile phone once more.

'A pint of Guinness please and a glass of white.' He said without looking up
from the screen. Returning it to his pocket, he caught a glimpse out of the
window and noticed the grey clouds were beginning to disgorge their contents.
She walked quickly to the restaurant door, just as it started to rain. The
young woman caught his eye immediately. She smiled and walked across to him,
kissing him on the cheek.

'I hope you haven't been waiting too long.' She said.

'No, it's fine. I just got here.' He replied

It wasn't long before they got the table and ordered. She noticed he was a
good listener, and that he didn't shy away from any personal questions asked.
He noticed her cute laugh when he joked and that she was very good at
pretending to like Sci-Fi. At least she pretended. Main course became dessert
with alarming speed, and alarming ease. They were only one of two couples
left, when it got late, and the both of them noticed the simple things. Like
how the lights being turned out at the far end of the restaurant almost seemed
to switch all focus in the room to them.

'We should probably leave, I think the lights out is a hint.' She said,
giggling.

'Yeah, I can walk you home if you like.' He replied anxiously.

A smile crossed her face;

'I'd like that.'

The two mile walk - even in heels- seemed like nothing with good conversation
to occupy the mind. She was almost disappointed when she saw the lights of
home. Standing outside her front door they exchanged comments on the nights
events. The usual; "I had a good time", "food was amazing", "would be nice to
do this again". She smiled once more and glanced briefly at her feet, swaying
gently and hoping he would take the hint. The hint being; "kiss me you idiot."
He leaned in, first brushing his nose against hers. She smiled and gently
locked lips with his, placing a hand lightly on his chest. The kiss was brief,
but they both meant it.

'Night. I'll call you tomorrow.' Said the young man.

'Yeah, night. I'll look forward to it.' Said the young woman, playfully.

They both smiled and turned. Once inside she slipped off her heels and made
her way upstairs. Once upstairs she threw herself onto her bed, still smiling,
as she pulled her mobile phone out of her purse.

"Emma, it's Danielle...initial contact established and I'll be springing my
trap tomorrow night." she purred as she felt a tingle run down her spine.

*************

24 hours ago

"So, what's so important about him?" Danielle's question pierced the moment of
silence that had descended in the large dining-kitchen in the rear of the
Sorority safe house located in one of the leafier suburbs of the city. She
flicked through the papers that Emma had handed to her as her mind clearly ran
through a series of permutations. "I mean, this guy - Holtzen - he's the
project manager; surely taking him out makes more sense."

"We'll get to Holtzen and his team eventually," Holly explained, getting up
from the table and moving across to the refrigerator. She pulled out a bottle
of water and unscrewed the lid, taking a sip from it before returning to the
table. "However Jeffrey Hunt is the intelligence that drives the operation."

"Which is also why he's been kept off the books, so to speak," Emma added. "My
assistant acquired intel on this project of theirs and he was buried way back
in all the files."

"What is it? This Nightmare Engine as they call it?" Danielle enquired as she
studied the photographs of Jeff. Holly and Emma exchanged a look.

"We aren't entirely sure, but it looks like it's some sort of all-encompassing
artificial intelligence programme. The facility that Tessa infiltrated
contained some sort of prototype housing unit for it as far as we can tell."
Emma explained. "Try as we might, we haven't been able to discern exactly what
The Agency's intentions are for it. Our efforts so far have stymied their
progress, but Mr Hunt here would appear to be the lynchpin that holds it all
together."

"Think of it like this - if this were a game of Jenga, Hunt is the bedrock
piece. We take him out of the equation and everything else tumbles." Holly
added. Danielle smiled.

"Well, in that case, " Danielle purred as she stretched her legs out in front
of her. "He's as good as dead."

*************

Thursday

Tonight was different.

Jeff noticed it almost immediately. Gone was the slightly shy, somewhat demure
young lady he had bumped into at a franchise branded coffee store and taken to
dinner on the suggestion of a friend he was with. In her place, he found
someone who was far more confident and forthright in her actions and
suggestions. Most of the dinner had been spent engaged in some outrageous
flirting on Danielle's part and several times Jeff had found himself wanting
to call for the check in order to skip past what had rapidly become a
distraction as the night had moved on. He'd also noticed the change in her
outfit. The other evening she had been dressed in quite a free-flowing dress;
tonight she was wearing what appeared to be a black long-sleeved top that
clung to her body in a way he didn't think was possible, paired with a deep
red pencil skirt and sheer black tights. The heels on her boots were enough to
raise her to the same height as he was. By the time they had finished their
meal - and in spite of his suggestions to get a cab - Danielle was insistent
that they walk.

"I want to warm my legs up," she stated defiantly as they exited the
restaurant. Taking a sly glance at them as they exited the franchise eatery,
he had to admire how impressive they looked in those opaque tights. They
walked back to the same building Jeff had dropped her off at the previous
evening, exchanging more flirtatious banter as they made their way along the
tree-lined street. Upon reaching the doorway where he had left her the other
night, there was none of the submissive behaviour of their previous parting.
This time, the kiss was forceful, insistent. It was only broken by Danielle
pulling away and moving her mouth to Jeff's ear.

"I want you. Now." Even in the whispered tone of her English accent, Jeff
could tell what she wanted. The key was inserted into the lock and the door
opened in a matter of seconds, barely breaking their kiss to do so. Once
inside, Jeff stepped into the hallway and took a moment to take in the
location as Danielle locked the door behind him. He looked around and noticed
two doors leading off the hall at opposite sides and a staircase that led
upstairs. To his right there was an ornate mirror hanging from the wall and a
sideboard that held an antique vase that looked like it was from some ancient
Asian dynasty based on the decoration.

Jeff was about to make a comment regarding the ornate design of the vase when
he felt a strange stinging sensation to the side of his neck, not unlike the
sting of a hornet. His hand acted on reflex, swatting away at whatever the
perceived attack was. As his hand struck the skin of his neck, Jeff realised
that he could feel the sensation of the palm striking the flesh at the same
time as he was aware that his legs had suddenly given way beneath him.

Somehow, as he crashed to the floor, his body twisted in mid air. The result
of which was that he fell to his side, managing to catch a view of Danielle as
she stood there. In the light of the hallway, he could see that she was
holding a small syringe shaped device in her right hand and a cold smile on
her face. The numb sensation seemed to be surging through his body as he felt
a progressive tingling sensation through his limbs.

"It's called tetrodotoxin. They extract it from the Fugu - or as you might
know it, the Pufferfish," Danielle said as she stood there, watching him. A
few random convulsions ran through his body as she observed him whilst she
took off her jacket and placed her purse down. She could see his mouth moving
slightly. "Oh don't worry, it's not enough to kill you," She purred. "Well,
not yet anyway..." She placed the syringe on the sideboard before moving
around him. Linking her arms under his, she effortlessly lifted him enough to
drag him across the hallway into one of the two rooms running away from it.
"However, it won't be the poison that takes your breathe away tonight..."
Manoeuvring him onto a large comfy chair that was located off from the centre,
Danielle positioned Jeff so he was sitting upright. "Besides, I'm in the mood
for a little dancing right now..."

She stepped back to admire her work before moving out of Jeff's line of sight
for a moment. The lighting in the room altered, giving it a warm glow and he
distinctly heard a clicking sound as Danielle pressed something. The air in
the room was filled with soft music as she returned to his vision. There was a
look in her eyes he could only describe as predatory as she began to sway her
hips in time with the beat. With each passing bar of the music she seemed to
lose herself a little more to the sound. Turning around, she presented her
toned buttocks to him and circled it in a way he rarely believed possible.
Jeff was enraptured by her bodily movements, particularly as she began to
slowly unbutton the tight skirt she had been wearing.

"Usually, the tetrodoxin paralyses the muscles whilst leaving the victim fully
conscious, but you're already aware of that," Danielle cooed as she continued
to unbutton the skirt whilst maintaining the rotation in her hips, now slowly
allowing her motion to move her back around to face Jeff. "Ordinarily, the
victim is unable to breathe and eventually dies from asphyxiation..."
punctuating her final word with the pop of the final button, she let the skirt
slide down her impossibly long and toned legs, the material rubbing against
the tights with a swooshing sound. Stepping out with one leg, she slowly
raised the other, keeping the skirt balanced on the bottom of her boot until
her leg was perpendicular to her torso. She snatched it away sharply after
holding the pose for a moment, demonstrating her control. "However, this
variant isn't as powerful as usual. This simply limits motor functions. Of
course, if left untreated then it will result in death..." Danielle took a
step towards the chair Jeff was sat in before suddenly dropping to the floor,
splitting her legs either side of her. She reached out, placing her hand
against his crotch and massaged the bulge that had developed there. "Mmmm...I
see it's working then."

She spun away from him, climbing back to her feet. That was when Jeff got a
clear view of her outfit. The tight black top was actually a leotard that was
securing the black tights around the waist. Coupled with the boots, it
suddenly dawned on him just exactly who Danielle was. She continued to writhe
and gyrate, running her hands through her hair as she looked back over her
shoulder at him. "Oh yes Jeff, you know what's going to happen now, don't
you?" the sparkle in her eyes was all the more evident now. Danielle turned
around to face him - and immediately straddled him and sat on his lap. She
began to grind against him, pressing her crotch down against his. She could
tell how aroused he was but when she looked in his eyes, the fear in them
almost made her lose herself there and then. Without warning, she grabbed a
tuft of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat before striking
it with her other hand in a strange, beak-shaped position. Gracefully, she
dismounted from him, watching him choke as she continued to dance to the tune
of the music, running her hands across her body.

"You should know that I'm recording this baby," She stated in an almost dream
like state. "Then when I've killed you I can watch it at my leisure and enjoy
it over and over again." Jeff's choked, gurgling sounds from his throat almost
sounded like words to Danielle. She locked eyes with him again, mounting him
once more. This time she gripped his throat with her left hand before striking
his face with the open palm of her right, following it with a back-handed
strike shortly after. Each smack against his skin was accompanied by an
animalistic squeal on her part. Equally, she felt a twitch from his crotch
each time she struck him.

"Oh, so you're a pain slut?" She enquired as she continued her assault, strike
after strike, palm then back hand over and over. She felt the twitching
becoming more insistent. Before it was too late, she climbed off him once
more. "Now now Jeff, I don't want us reaching our climax too soon baby. I've
been looking forward to this for a few days now..." Her foot suddenly lashed
out, the booted heel striking his chin and momentarily lifting the chair off
the floor. Jeff's head spun - even being unable to feel the sensation of the
strike he couldn't ignore the physical impact. He wanted to scream, to shout,
to do anything to stop this woman; his greatest shame though came from the
fact she knew he was aroused by this abuse. His anger burned bright in his
eyes.

"Mmm...I bet you'd like to jump out of that chair and grab me, right?"
Danielle teased as she lashed another kick into his face. "Show me what a man
you are? How you'd easily beat little old me, right?" A knife handed strike
hit the side of his neck. "Baby, I could have killed you any time I wanted to,
you'd never have stood a chance against me," another strike, this time to the
other side of his neck. Jeff's vision was becoming blurred, his senses dulled,
yet still the bulge in his crotch remained. "Well, all good things
must...come...to an end," Danielle teased as she posed in front of him, her
hands running up the inside of her thighs. "A friend of mine told me I have
killer legs - it comes from doing five years of ballet. I'm curious to see how
you fare with them?"

With that, she pulled Jeff from the chair, down to the floor. She following
him a moment later, locking her legs around his neck as she trapped him in
front head scissor, giving Danielle a clear view of his now imprisoned face.
She could feel the laboured breath against her skin as she pulled his head
tightly into her crotch before beginning to gyrate her hips. Moving slowly to
begin with, she began to increase the tension in the muscles of her thighs,
increasing the pressure against his neck and cutting off the supply of air.

She leaned back, feeling the bulge in Jeff's crotch against the upper part of
her back pulse and tense as she began grinding her hips a little quicker now,
building herself up to the climax that had been stirring in her since she
pricked his neck. Holding him tightly against the soft material of her leotard
and tights, feeling the warmth of his failing breath almost vibrating against
her most private area, she ground hard against him now. His own body betraying
him, Jeff felt the blissful release of his own orgasm as the final gasps of
precious oxygen slipped past his lips and a muffed, strangled cry weakly
escape from his imprisoned mouth. Danielle felt the muscles in her legs
clench, followed by those in her crotch as he did this, then let the orgasmic
cries flow from her lips.

She threw her head back, feeling his body shake and shudder as she delivered
the most intimate death imaginable to him. Her moans were something she knew
the audio system on the camera would record in crystal clarity and inwardly it
made her burst with glee.

Shivers ran from her toes to her head as neurons fired over and over, trying
to cope with the sensory overload she experienced. As her senses began to
return and her mind regained it's composure, she pried Jeff's head from her
thighs, untangling his body from hers. His lifeless eyes stared out into
eternity as she checked for his pulse. Naturally, there was none. She
gracefully rose to her feet, noting the damp patch on his trousers with a wry
smile. Turning, she exited the room only to pause and blow a kiss at the
camera located in the top corner.

This would be a video she would enjoy watching for years to come.