Agent Yang in... Occipussy - Part 2
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se


Agent Yang finds herself in a strange land with new friends... and new
enemies.

When Agent Yang stepped off the airplane in Lagos, she was immediately
enveloped in a soupy breeze of tropical heat -- which caused her to deeply
regret not having changed out of her pantsuit yet. She immediately bought a
bottle of mineral water from a nearby kiosk and drank it up like a sponge.

"Agent Yang, status report!" Big Sister snapped in her ear, through a thin
prism of static.

"I've arrived now," Yang replied, putting on her sunglasses. "Did you get my
present?"

The present she referred to was, of course, the Canadian assassin Kate Mattis,
who had tried to off Yang during a recent assignment -- with unfortunate
results (for the former). At the end of the day, Yang remained unpenetrated by
Kate's knives, while Kate had been penetrated several times, and in three
different orifices -- by Yang's big, black strap-on.

Once she had gotten everything she wanted out of the bawling brunette, Yang
had written a short message on a Post-It note ("A little something I picked up
in Vegas for you, Big Sis. Hope you like her! -- Y."), slapped it onto the
gagged-and-hogtied girl's upturned, naked ass, and finally shipped her off in
a large cardboard box to Beijing.

"I did, agent Yang," Big Sister chuckled. "You gotta give it to the West --
they do manage to grow some impressive knockers over there. Oh, and when we
did a cavity search on her, we noticed a certain... elasticity about her
rectal opening. Anything you know about?"

"Well, I had to make her more agreeable somehow," Yang said in a mock-innocent
voice.

"Hah! I bet you did. Now, anyway, let's get down to business. I've arranged
for you to stay at a hotel called the African Star. There you will meet a
special agent from the Pan-African intelligence services -- agent Dede Oyenusa
-- and you'll hopefully hit it off right away."

"I'll turn on my charm."

"You'd better -- we need her on our side. More importantly, though, the
African Star is currently housing a central player in this drama: agent Tai
Wong, whom Occipussy told you about. Miss Wong has sold out her homeland and
is operating as a triple agent for the West, so you have plenty reasons to
hate her already without hearing me rattle on about her resume."

"So what's my objective with regards to Miss Wong?"

"Do I really need to repeat what Occipussy already told you? Take her out in
whatever way strikes you as most convenient, and then steal her identity. I'll
leave all the details up to you."

"So we're doing exactly what a masked stranger at some shady party told us to
do."

"No, we're doing ONE THING in exactly the way that a masked stranger ADVISED
us to do."

"Isn't that bad enough? How do we know that this Occipussy woman can even be
trusted in the first place?"

"Because we're the MSS and we've done our homework. Everything she's told us
about the plan to hit the conference in Lagos fits with our latest
intelligence, and a new investigation reveals some really dodgy behavior on
the part of Miss Wong. Everything she told you has been independently
confirmed, agent Yang, down to the smallest detail."

"So her information is correct. Hooray. But what if she's just feeding us
scraps to get us to do whatever she wants us to do, and then she'll spring
some fiendish trap on us?"

"Read my lips, agent Yang: TAI WONG ISN'T BAIT. She's the lynchpin of the
G-H-O-S-T mission, and if we take her out, we'll have landed ourselves smack
dab in the middle of the circus."

Agent Yang switched off her communication device with a bad feeling in her
gut. As she merged with the crowd headed toward the airport exit, it struck
her that the world had somehow, and fairly recently, become more treacherous
than ever.

***

At some point during her lovely beachside walk toward the Atlantic Star, agent
Yang's suspicion that she was being followed went from slight to nagging to
code red. She pulled up her make-up mirror and flashed a quick look at the
people walking closest behind her, making sure to snap a photo of it with the
camera hidden in her contact lenses.

"Big Sister," she murmured in her communications device. "I'm sending you a
picture. Let me know what you make of those faces."

A while later, Big Sister's voice appeared in her ear: "Well, I'll be damned
if you didn't just uncover the worst tailing job I've ever seen. See that
white woman with the shades?"

"Of course."

"That's Agent Sandra Clue, American agent. Central Intelligence Agency. Didn't
even try to blend in."

"Agent Clue, huh? I'll check if she's got one."

"Moderately funny, agent Yang."

"Well, I've got an audience of one and she's a lowbrow," agent Yang added with
a snicker.

At the next street crossing, she spun around and cornered her pursuer. The
woman, an attractive sun- tanned brunette wearing a short bright yellow dress
that hugged her ample curves like a second skin, stopped in her tracks and
registered a look of surprise so poorly-disguised that it was almost adorable.

"Agent Sandy Clue, is it?" Yang asked, struggling not to laugh.

"Um... sorry, I think you must have confused me with someone else!" the
brunette replied with an innocent smile. "My name is Phyllis Sorensen and I'm
here on a business trip."

"Well, Miss Sorensen, you must be in a dangerous line of business since you're
carrying a handgun underneath that tight little dress."

The American's jaw dropped again, and she tried to cover up the weapon with
her left arm as she scrambled to save face.

"I don't know what you're talking about, miss, and please leave me alone now!"

"Look, it's right there," agent Yang gently brushed the brunette's hand aside
and pointed at the obvious contours of an automatic pistol protruding from her
hip. "And judging from the fact that it intersects with your panty line, it
looks like you're keeping that gun very close indeed!"

"All right, agent Yang, you've got me," agent Clue replied, biting her lip
with embarrassment. "Are you satisfied?"

"Oh poor baby," Yang laughed. "You make agent Jane Bowen of the MI-6 look like
Mata Hari in comparison. A three-year-old child could have seen through that
disguise!"

"Very funny. Also, my being here has nothing to do with you."

"Of course not, you're just tailing me in your spare time."

"OK, I'd like to know what you're up to."

"Oh poor you," Yang said, curling her lip in the imitation of a pouting child.
"G-H-O-S-T won't let you in on their secrets? C.I.A. has to go fumble about in
the dark?"

"Oh, we know exactly what's going on. We're just not sure how much YOU know."

"Well, I'm actually tailing someone too. Someone very important-"

"Who?"

"She's standing right over there. See if you recognize her."

Yang was pointing down over the edge of the boardwalk, which overlooked a
twenty-foot fall down toward the actual beach.

Agent Clue walked up to the fence with dainty little steps (she was actually
pretty cute, Yang had to admit) and bent over it with her pert bottom sticking
up. Yang quickly pulled out a pencil, which was actually a blowgun, and fired
off a tiny little dart which embedded itself nicely into the C.I.A. agent's
well-proportioned right ass cheek.

"Eep!" the brunette whimpered, before succumbing to the sleep toxin and
tumbling headfirst over the ledge, her yellow dress fluttering behind her like
a cape. Just as Yang had planned, she landed in a little shrubbery so that
only her sun-tanned legs and panty-covered crotch stuck out.

"Hey, Big Sister, take a look." She snapped a photo of her handiwork and sent
it over to her superior.

"Is that...?"

"Yep, it is."

"Good grief, this chick is a MORON."

There, on the peacefully snoozing white girl's tight-fitting cotton panties,
just above her lovely cameltoe, was the dark blue C.I.A. logo emblazoned
against a white background.

"Cut her some slack -- she's proud to have made it into the agency, and so
she's wearing their underwear on her first mission. What's wrong with that?"
Yang asked sarcastically.

"If this is the kind of brainpower we're up against, we might as well just get
a new enemy. For crying out loud!"

"I think it's cute. I bet she wears a matching bra with a bald eagle over each
nipple."

"If you like her so much, why don't you go down there and cuddle a bit with
her? Give her a real C.I.A.-certified wedgie and spank her all-American buns
until they're red, white and blue? It's not like you have a mission or
anything."

"All right, all right, I'm on my way."

***

She found Agent Oyenusa in the hotel bar, sitting assertively with her elbow
on the counter and enjoying a bright blue drink all by herself. Dede Oyenusa
was a powerfully-built woman with orange sunglasses, frizzy black hair and
loose-hanging white clothing (a t-shirt and khaki shorts) which accentuated
the blackness of her skin.

"Hello," she said, curling her mouth into an expression of deep-rooted
skepticism.

"Agent Oyenusa," Yang replied as she took a seat next to her. "I believe my
boss has informed you about why I'm here."

"She has," the black woman replied frostily.

"Good. Because of the information that's come to light, I can understand your
wariness about letting more foreign elements into your country, but in this
case, I'm afraid you have no choice. The MSS has been tracking and mapping
G-H-O-S-T activities for years. Only by cooperating with us do you stand a
chance against this menace."

"Fine, let's say I agree with that story. Then what? We turn over our own
national secrets to you? You'd be a fool to think we'd trust you on a
handshake -- don't think we're not aware of how Chinese corporations have
milked our lands dry in the past!"

"We're not asking you to give us anything, except green light to stop
G-H-O-S-T activities without interference from any African intelligence
agencies."

"And how do we know that's where you'll draw the line?"

"Because I'd like to tag along with me," agent Yang said with a smile.

"Tag along... with you?"

"Of course. And feel free to bring as many as possible of your colleagues.
This could turn into one hell of a brawl."

Agent Oyenusa curled her lip and looked down into the table. "You don't beat
around the bush, do you?"

"I thought you'd like it if I didn't."

The Nigerian sat looking into her drink for about ten seconds. "Where would we
start?"

"By tracking down any possible G-H-O-S-T agents who might be lurking in the
vicinity. I've got my sights on one's who staying in this hotel, for
instance."

"All right then, agent Yang," Oyenusa said with emphasis on the last,
foreign-sounding syllable, "We can do business along those lines."

Just as the two agents were about to seal the deal with a handshake, Yang
spotted a face in the crowd that caused her to do a double take: a cute,
alert-looking young Chinese woman who looked almost exactly like her, save for
an obvious (blond) wig and a pair of unflattering sunglasses.

"I'm glad we have an agreement," Yang mumbled absent-mindedly and shook
Oyenusa's hand. "Now excuse me, but I have some pressing business to attend
to."

She left her chair and followed the woman through the bar, past the restrooms
and then up a couple of staircases -- all the while trying to keep enough
distance to remain undetected. Finally, she hid behind a corner just as her
doppelganger looked over her shoulder, and then managed to hear the clinking
of keys and the noise of a door being unlocked, at which point she dove around
the corner just to see a door near the end of the corridor slamming shut.

As quietly as possible, Yang snuck up next to the door and placed her ear
against it. It took a while before she could pick up any sound, and then --
finally -- she caught a voice uttering a series of cryptical whispers:

"Yes, it's me, Silkworm ... Venus is in the Seventh House ... Correct ... No,
of course not ... Are you sure? ... But the moons of Jupiter have not appeared
yet ... If you say so ... Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius ... Got it. Talk to
you later."

Yang continued to listen, but this time, there was only an eerie silence on
the other side of the door. After about three minutes, she was about to give
up, but then she heard the reasurring sound of a shower being turned on, and
she realized that it was time to make her move.

She picked the lock as noiselessly as possible, and then let the door slowly
swing open. A triangle of light fell onto the thick hotel carpet -- she could
see from a small, jagged tip near the corner of the triangle that Wong had
left the bathroom door open.

Agent Yang pulled out her Beretta and entered the room. A shirt, skirt and
panties lay on the bed, and Yang realized with a dull sense of disappointment
that the woman really was taking a shower. This was supposed to be the
brilliant triple agent who had outwitted everyone -- and she was about to be
caught literally with her pants down?

Emboldened by this discovery, Yang began to walk faster, and eventually spun
around the corner of the doorway, only to find that -- *CLICK!* -- miss Wong
(minus wig) was standing spread-legged in the middle of the bathroom, a towel
neatly wrapped around her bosom and hips, pointing a SPAS-12 shotgun into her
surprise face.

"Hello, agent Yang," the agent said in a gentle, silky voice.

"Ahh. Well played," Yang replied gruffly and dropped her gun.

"Why don't you take a seat on that bed over there so we can have a nice little
chat about why you're here," Tai Wong purred, gesturing appropriately with her
shotgun.

"Is that a question which I'm supposed to answer, or which you're going to
answer for me?" Yang grumbled.

"Why is that important?"

"Because I'm trying to work out whether a certain person sold me out or not."

Tai Wong smiled enigmatically. "Interesting. Tell me more."

"Why should I?"

"Because I've got a gun and you've got nothing else to barter for your life
with."

Yang turned around, hands placed behind her head, and began to walk toward the
bedroom, with Wong's shotgun prodding her in the back. As soon as they had
rounded the corner of the doorway, however, Yang seized her chance and
delivered a backward heel kick that struck the tip of the firearm, bouncing it
upwards just as Wong squeezed the trigger, sending the shot bolting up into
the ceiling with a deafening bang.

"You're wrong, Wong," Yang snickered. "I've got these."

She delivered a series of lightning-fast punches aimed at Wong's face, chest
and midsection, but the latter had already adapted to the new circumstances,
and deflected each punch with minimal effort. A long fight ensued, in which
each combatant appeared almost preternaturally able to predict the other
person's next move, which quickly made the whole thing very exhausting.

"You're good," Yang snorted as she executed a near-perfect scissor-kick, which
Wong nonetheless parried with her iron-hard wrists.

"You're not so bad either," Wong retorted as she attempted a knife-hand chop
to Yang's neck, which Yang skillfully dodged by doing a 360-degree spin on her
heels and picking up a table lamp mid-action.

"Why did you switch sides?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why aren't you fighting for us?"

Wong laughed dryly. "Because unlike you and your ilk, I'm thinking ahead!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Face it, Yang, nation-states are over! There's no more China, just as there
is no more Asia, and no more America or Europe. There are only puppet-states
manipulated by faceless international conglomerates and intelligence agencies,
which can govern the world uninhibited by such hoary clich?s as "governments
by the people" or 'transparency'. The world today is far too complicated to be
left in the hands of so-called "politicians" and other buffoons who make
speeches on television or in front of idiot crowds!"

"That's not true," Yang hissed. "We do the work that needs to be done to keep
the machine running smoothly, but we don't govern the world. We're a tool, not
the end-product."

"You're naive, agent Yang, and that'll be your downfall," Wong chuckled. "You
think today's Cold War is being waged by the West against the East? Think
again! It is being waged by G-H-O-S-T against all the fossilized remnants of
executive and legislative power trying to stem its tide! You're witnessing the
March of Progress, and it will culminate with the establishment of a
permanent, infinitely efficient World Government!"

"A 'World Government' which has all the hallmarks of a Western colonial
regime," Yang replied. "How can you not see that?"

Suddenly, a loud slamming noise alerted the two combatants to the presence of
another. In the wide open doorway stood a well-tanned, curvaceous blonde
wearing a pink tank top and a flower-patterned bikini bottom, pointing two
gleaming pistols straight at agent Yang. Above the cleavage of her
impressively well-proportioned breasts, a tattoo of a willow tree bending over
a black lake could be made out - Shadowlake.

"I got your emergency signal," the blonde said in a sing-song, Northern
European-sounding accent.

"And you sure took your sweet time dragging your sunbathing ass over to help
me," Wong replied curtly.

"Isn't that just perfect," Yang chuckled mirthlessly. "They even issued you
with you own private Shadowlake henchwoman."

"Ooh, a mouthy one!" the blonde said as she sashayed over to the MSS agent
until her pistols were touching the base of Yang's skull. "Those are the most
fun of them all."

With those words, the henchwoman slammed the butt of one of her pistols into
the back of Yang's head, sending her flat on her knees with a splitting
headache. For a while, the contours of the room seemed to divide into sets of
parallel lines and back again, making Yang suspect that she was on the verge
of fainting, but then she bit down on her lips and managed to regain focus.

Wong and the blonde were talking, but their voices kept zapping in and out of
Yang's attention. She caught the name "Malin", which was clearly the name of
the blonde, and seemed to peg her as Swedish or possibly Norwegian. Intoning
that name over and over again, Yang locked her sights onto the misbehaving
Scandinavian's back -- that well-tanned area between the hem of her snug
bikini bottom and the pink strap of her top -- and decided on a whim to charge
her.

*WHAM!* Her shoulder dug into the henchwoman's spine and sent her flying
forward into the arms of her boss with a high-pitched shriek. Wong, switching
reflexively into self-defensive mode, responded with a neck chop to the
airborne blonde, sending her crashing to the floor with a loud groan.

"Seems you just incapacitated your own henchwoman," Yang chuckled. "Tsk tsk,
what'll G-H-O-S-T think about that?"

Wong hissed angrily and made a beeline for Malin's discarded pistols. However,
by the time she had picked them up, Yang had already picked up the
half-conscious blonde and was holding her up like a woman-shaped shield.

"Go ahead, take a shot," Yang taunted her. "Given the size of this girl's
knockers, I'm pretty sure I know where most of the bullets will end up."

"Slight miscalculation there, agent Yang, because I really don't care about
her," Wong snorted with a shrug. "She's a Shadowlake mook. They're a dime a
dozen."

"Shoot her! Shoot her- OOOHHH!!!" the blonde wailed, but was promptly shut up
when Yang stuck her hand between her thighs and placed her soft, yielding
private parts in an iron grip.

"Hey bimbo -- zip it," Yang growled in her ear. The blonde obeyed
breathlessly.

Wong took a few careful steps forward. Yang responded by taking a few steps
backwards, restoring the distance between the combatants. However, the next
time Wong stepped forward, she unexpectedly ended her baby steps with a
forward lunge, allowing her to grab the blonde by the wrist and tear her out
of Yang's crotch-hold -- "OOWWW!!!" -- and follow up by landing a moderately
hard punch to the MSS agent's midsection.

Yang picked herself up as quickly as she could and parried the next couple of
blows quickly. Eventually, she saw her opportunity and dodged out of harm's
way just as Wong tried to tackle her into a wall, reversing the position of
the combatants and cornering Wong against the wall instead.

"Bad move," Yang snorted, before firing off a punch that Wong only narrowly
dodged, so that Yang's fist crashed painfully into the thick wooden wall.

"Right back at you, rookie," Wong cackled, and went on the offensive again. A
barrage of punches followed, which Yang parried with increasing difficulty,
and were followed by a gracefully executed crane kick -- which nonetheless
proved a severe miscalculation on Wong's part. Yang rolled aside just in time
for Wong's agile foot to plunge into an entirely different target: the soft,
unsuspecting backside of her bumbling Swedish henchwoman.

"UUURRGGHHHH!!!" Malin cried as the sharp foot came crashing into the
well-rounded full moon of her unwisely positioned derriere, giving her pert
ass cheeks a thorough pummeling before sending her flying -- literally ass
over tits -- across the room and landing on the headrest of an armchair with
her upper body dangling upside down behind the chair and her chastened rear
end perfectly arched on the top of it.

"Funny, that's exactly what I was eventually planning to do myself," Yang
said, smiling.

"I see it's time to kick it up a notch," Wong replied as she took a few
careful steps backward and grabbed her umbrella from the hatrack.

"It's not raining," Yang snorted, unimpressed.

"No? Well, I predict a light drizzle very soon," the triple agent said as she
slowly pulled the handle backwards, producing a peculiar-looking sword (which
had a sharp edge, but for some reason had a blunt, tube- shaped tip made out
of hard rubber) out of its hollow stem, "--except it's going to be... red!"

Without warning, she sliced the weapon several times through the air, nearly
taking Yang's head with it. Yang bounced back and stood staring at the
baffling weapon.

"Why the... rubber tip?" Yang asked.

"So that I can treat my victims to a last little bit of fun before their end,"
the villainess cried, just before attacking again, this time with her sword
inexplicably extended before her, as though she wanted to skewer Yang alive.
Yang, realizing that once again a bad situation could be turned to her
advantage, stepped aside and let the inevitable happen.

"Ohhhh brother," Wong sighed as she saw that, once again, her henchwoman's
plump behind was going to pay the penalty for her mistake.

The rubber tip of the sword passed nimbly between Malin's well-tanned cheeks,
pushed aside the thick string of her bikini bottom and slid promptly into the
tight dark spot in the exact center of the Swede's rump. A spasm passed
through the curvaceous henchwoman as her back passage grew to accommodate the
intrusion, and soon the whole dildo-length tip lay buried in the deepest
recesses of her adorably winking tail-hole.

"UUUNnnnnhhhgGGHHHHHHHhHHHHHhhhh," the blonde moaned in a mixture of shock and
sweet surrender, and after finally sliding off the armchair and landed on all
fours with her penetrated ass pointing up, she fainted.

"I've never met a woman who had so much troube understanding where NOT to
position her ass," Wong groaned, rubbing her forehead.

"Well, what do you expect? She's blonde."

"Good point."

"I've gotta give you credit, by the way," Yang said, raising an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"You sure managed to tie that towel very securely."

Wong smiled coolly, and pulled it tighter still. "It's a skill I've picked up
over the years. Let's just say my enemies have an annoying tendency to drop in
while I'm showering."

After this brief exchange, the fight proceeded with Wong going on the
offensive, delivering blows left and right which Yang began to find it
increasingly difficult to parry. Eventually, however, the rogue agent made a
minute miscalculation by leaving her flank open as she prepared for an
uppercut, providing Yang with the window she was looking for.

*WHAM!* Yang's knee plunged into her opponent's unguarded midsection, knocking
the wind out of her. Wong's eyes popped open with shock as she bent over
double, giving Yang the chance to do something she'd longed to do for a while.

She whipped off Wong's towel, rolled it up by twirling it around a few times,
and delivered a well- aimed spank to the triple agent's upturned butt --
*CRACK!!!* "AAHHH!!" -- sending her up on her toes with a high-pitched yell.

"Finally I get to see what's underneath," Yang chuckled and inspected her
countrywoman from head to toe. She had a great body: slender, smooth limbs but
with modest curves in all the right places, perky medium- sized breasts and a
sweet, perfectly smooth set of ladyparts peeking out from between her thighs.

"I'll kill you for that," Wong hissed as she rubbed her smarting derriere.

"That's what they all say," Yang replied with a smile.

"Well, I'm one of the ones who'll see it through."

"I doubt it. In fact, I'm already looking forward to bringing you home to
Beijing for your... 'interrogation'. Imagine -- selling out your homeland to
work for G-H-O-S-T. How do you think my people are gonna feel about that? What
do you think they'll do to your sweet little treasonous ass then?"

Wong's eyes flashed with fury and she unexpectedly lunged forward before Yang
could get out of the way, tackling the MSS agent to the floor and pinning her
down. Yang tried to raise her arms for protection, but her opponent quickly
nailed them down with her knees, plopped her butt down on Yang's breasts and
looked down at her incapacitated victim.

"Oh, you'll drag me back to Beijing, will you?" the crazed triple agent
cackled before delivering a blistering slap to Yang's face. "Think again, you
MSS rat! I have a better idea." Here she slapped Yang again, even harder. "Why
don't I keep you in my room for a while, just so that I can repay all those
insults you threw at me earlier." Another slap, reddening Yang's cheek and
causing her eyelid to twitch. "And then, agent Yang, I'll wrap you up in a
nice package and give you to MY boss, which I think is going to make her very
happy."

"Who's your boss?" Yang growled between gritted teeth.

Wong laughed and punched Yang in the face, sending hot, searing flames of fire
shooting through her cranium. A cracking sound alerted her to the fact that
something had been rearranged in her nose, and she felt the salty tang of
fresh blood on her tongue. "Take a guess," the rogue agent snorted. "Seven
planets, and you've already taken down Mars. That leaves six."

"Jupiter?"

Another punch, rocking Yang's head backward and sending it crashing into the
floor with a horrific thud.

"Wrong. I'll give you one more chance."

"Mercury?"

A third punch, blackening Yang's eye and leaving her without feeling in most
of her face.

"Wrong again. You're really bad at this."

"Saturn?"

"Sorry, I'm not allowed to divulge any more information," Wong chuckled. "But
it was fun playing with you."

"Then maybe *I* can make you divulge some new information," a voice said,
coming from nearby. A click alerted the combatants to the fact that a gun was
being pointed at someone's head, and judging from the frightened look on
Wong's face, it was clear that it was hers.

"Thanks, Dede."

"Any time."

Agent Oyenusa grabbed the rogue agent by the throat and jerked up from Yang's
body, allowing the latter to get up on her feet. Standing naked between the
two clothed women, the ferocious agent Wong looked considerably less
threatening than before, and she gulped as she anticipated what was to come.

"Who's the ragdoll over there?" the African asked gruffly, nodding toward the
disembodied white butt with the sword-dildo sticking out.

"Some Shadowlake mook," Yang replied. "You can have her if you want. I only
need this one."

"For what?"

"Well, first off, so that I can do this!" With those words, Yang shoved her
knee into her treacherous country- woman's unguarded crotch, flattening her
snatch against her pubic bone. "HURRGGHHH!!" Wong moaned in response as her
face contorted itself into a hideous grimace and she reflexively jutted out
her pert bottom toward Oyenusa, who shone up from the inadvertent gift.

*BOFF!* "AAAOUUHHHH!!!" Oyenusa sent the naked villainess tottering back into
Yang's arms with a well- placed kick up her tight rump.

"Lights out," the latter said with a smile, before plunging a syringe into the
gasping triple agent's left buttock. Wong yelped from the prick, but it did
not take long for the chemical to take over, her eyelids to flutter and her
body to sink motionless to the floor. In a final humiliation, she fell flat on
her face and remained lying on the rug in an inverted 'V' with her firm little
buns pointing vertically upwards.

"So what's the plan now?" Oyenusa asked, nudging the unconscious rogue agent
with her foot.

"Take a look at her face, and then at mine. I'm sure you can work out the rest
yourself." Yang smiled, and after a couple of seconds, so did Oyenusa.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone, then," the African said, tipping her head.

"Don't forget your present!" Yang replied, nodding toward the knocked-out
Swede. By this time, the busty mook had awakened from her slumber and was
standing groggily on all fours, staring with half-conscious beffudlement at
the strange object poking out of her bottom.

"She's not my type, but then again, it would be rude to turn down a gift,"
Oyenusa mused as she walked over to the dazed blonde, grabbed her nonchalantly
by the waist -- causing the sword-dildo to slip out of her rectum with a loud
'POP!' ("Ooohh!") -- and slung her over her shoulder. "Besides, there's no
better way to vent your aggressions than spanking a bad girl with a nice
booty!" To illustrate her point, she gave the Swede a firm slap on her juicy
buns, delighting in the jiggle and the accompanying high-pitched whine from
the blonde.

"So we're both satisfied," Yang chuckled. "Dede, I think this'll be the
beginning of a beautiful cross-cultural friendship."

***

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, in a swanky, albeit dimly-lit
conference room with a million-dollar, panoramic view of Lower Manhattan, a
group of women in expensive suits were sitting around a very long table,
silently staring at a screen.

"How much longer do we wait?" one of them snorted as she rubbed her eyelids
with her knuckles.

"Who do these G-H-O-S-T people think they are? Think about how money we're
hemorrhaging into their crazy schemes -- we're the ones who should be keeping
them waiting!" another piped up.

"Ladies, relax," an elegant blonde in a fancy suit replied, with a hint of
annoyance in her voice. "We're not talking about some go-between here. We're
about to talk to one of the actual leaders of the group. She can afford to
keep us wait."

"Oh yeah? How do we even know she's one of the big ones? We don't even know
her name!"

Suddenly, a flicker passed over the screen, and the next moment, the
heavily-magnified image of a woman peered down at the group. Her golden brown
hair, tanned golden skin, caramel-colored lips and lively, intelligent amber
eyes seemed to blend together into a warm, inviting vision of luscious
goldenness. As she smiled at her audience, a murmur passed through the group
as even the most skeptical of the women seemed unable to resist her strange,
even a bit menacing, allure.

"Good evening, ladies," the woman purred in a sensuous, slightly low-pitched
voice. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No worries, no worries at all," the blonde in the suit assured her. "It's
good to finally meet you, er... Venus."

"Likewise," the giant face replied. "I apologize for all the secrecy. I'm sure
you understand."

"No, as a matter fact, we don't understand," one of the more skeptical
executives suddenly barked. "We've had dealings with G-H-O-S-T before, and
there was never the need for all this distance. We worked face to face with
Victoria Claymore, for instance, and we knew everything about her. You,
however, are a complete enigma. Who are you?"

"You're referring to my colleague, codename Mars, who -- regrettably -- has
gone off the radar," Venus replied.

"We were under the impression that she'd taken up permanent residence in a
maximum-security prison in Beijing."

"Well, that's another way of putting it. Mars was, of course, was a
high-visibility individual, due to the nature of her profession. Everyone knew
who she was, and it was advantageous for business to keep it that way. I, on
the other hand, do not have that luxury. I must remain anonymous."

"And you've certainly succeeded. We ran a biometric scan of your face and
found zero results in any database we had access to. It's like you don't even
exist."

The golden face smiled. "Maybe I don't."

"Great. So one of the leaders of G-H-O-S-T may be a literal ghost."

"Well, it's fitting, isn't it?" The mysterious woman suddenly grew serious.
"Now, I have some things to report that were not part of the initial plan, but
that I think you are going to like nonetheless."

"We're listening."

"The plan to hijack the Lagos Conference is proceeding as planned, with one
minor modification. I've set a trap for the M.S.S. that I am fairly convinced
is going to land their most notorious agent -- one agent Yang -- in our
hands."

"Agent Yang - why does that sound familiar?" asked a third executive.

"She thwarted the Project Eastwind mission. This little Oriental rat has cost
us -- and you -- incalculable amounts of money and influence, and it's in both
of our interests to see her eliminated."

"Well, I can't say we have any objections to that," the blonde executive
smirked.

"Furthermore, we plan to use state-of-the-art neural rewiring technology to
reprogram her brain and turn her into a double agent," Venus continued. "Given
her high standing in the M.S.S., the damage we could inflict on China with
Yang under our control would be immense. A couple of years down the road, it
could single-handedly tilt the global order."

"Neural rewiring? Is that even possible?"

"Of course. It's worked for us before," Venus said, smiling secretively. "We
used it to brainwash an agent named Wong, who was very useful for a year or
so, until she started becoming a liability. Fortunately, we found a different
use for her in the current mission, and now she has been... retired."

"This all sounds great to my ears," another executive began, "but I have one
question: what if your 'trap' backfires on you?"

The mysterious golden woman blinked. "How do you mean?"

"Well, this agent Yang has accomplished all kinds of impossible feats. What if
she outwits you?"

Once again, Venus treated the executives to her sweetest, honey-coated smile.
"She won't. And neither will her colleagues."

"And why is that?"

"Because I have, in a word, 'seduced' them."

"Excuse me?"

"It's a particular gift I have. I know how to play the non-Western mindset
like a harp. I have the power to transform myself into a vision of the West
that, to a non-Westerner, radiates some form of infinite, seductive, golden
promise. It's all encompassed in the name I use when I deal with them."

"What is that name?"

Venus blinked and cracked a disarming smile. "I'd rather not divulge that
information."

After the meeting had ended, and the executives were crowding out of the room,
the face of the golden woman remained on the screen for some time before she
disappeared in a flicker.

As so often before, Occipussy had disappeared into thin air.

TO BE CONTINUED