NEW! (Pt. 2) Beautiful British Spy vs. Sexy American Spy: With a Twist
By: Supporturgoddess
(Continued from part 1)
A battle of spy vs. spy continued. 5’1”, 112 lb British beauty Wendy George brushed back her short, black hair, standing over 5’3”, 120 lb. American Sally Lexington. Wendy leapt up and drove her sexy legs down across Sally’s throat and face, causing Sally’s legs to fly up and then drop, awkwardly. Looking around at the faces of her students, the British beauty sat the American up, slapped her thighs around Sally’s face, and then went down on her side, grinning up at her students, her cheek resting in her hand. She brought her other hand up to her mouth and yawned, as if bored by the American’s efforts against her. Face trapped between Wendy’s luscious thighs, the embarrassed American girl kicked and bucked in protest. Had Wendy locked her ankles and turned the leg scissors into a leg-to-neck sleeper hold she might have scored an early victory, but she chose instead to continue to work the American over. Unable to power free of Wendy’s legs, Sally reached down, pulled Wendy’s foot up to her face, and bit the Brit’s bare foot. Wendy’s face turned red, and one hand slapped the mats wildly. The bite forced Wendy to let Sally go.
Having heard the class of international students laughing at her, the outraged American fought wildly, overpowering the Englishwoman and putting her into a full nelson. Wendy strained until her entire body shook, but Sally proved too strong. She forced Wendy to her seat. Sally sat down behind the Brit, wrapping her legs around Wendy’s waist. Sally pumped her tan, muscular legs, crushing Wendy’s midsection. Wendy gasped, her face turning red. Sally punished Wendy for several minutes. Wendy groaned and let out a few short, high-pitched yelps. Wendy looked up at her students, unsure if she could hold on any longer. Knowing her adversary was on the verge of submission, Sally fought dirty, leaning forward and biting the Brit’s creamy back and shoulders. Shocked, Wendy cried out in pain, but she refused Sally’s calls for surrender. Determined to force Wendy to submit to her, Sally rolled Wendy down, wrapping both thighs around one of Wendy’s trimmer thighs and both arms around the other. Sally then spread Wendy’s legs wide apart in a forced split leg spread. Wendy couldn’t hide the pain on her face, as Sally tortured her and embarrassed her by spreading her legs before her class. Tiny stomach heaving, Wendy’s bottom lip sucked in and blew out, fighting sobs.
Sally grinned and taunted, “Not so high-and-mighty now, are ya’? Aw, poor baby! Are you going to cry?”
Fighting back tears, Wendy sat up and grabbed Sally’s hair, yanking it back. A battle of wills began. Tears welled and faces turned red until finally, with a shriek, the American could take no more. She released her hold.
The women sat up facing each other. Sally wrapped her legs around Wendy’s waist and squeezed. Wendy kicked her legs over Sally’s and around Sally’s waist, squeezing back. Sneering eye-to-eye, they began an endurance contest, trying to withstand the awful pressure while trying to break the other. Minute after torturous minute passed. Finally, Sally shook her head and cried, “Nooooo!” Her legs slipped off, as she fell to her side. Wendy pushed up on her hands, her legs still pumping and squeezing.
Face turning blue, Sally’s hands slid up and down Wendy’s smooth legs, sure they would crush her. Sally cried out, feet slapping at the mats. Tears welled in her eyes.
Wendy pretended to rub her eyes, mocking Sally. “Boo-hoo! Look who ended up crying!”
Wendy looked up at her hopelessly enticed students, and suddenly let Sally go.
“What are you doing?” A student asked. “You had her!”
Wendy looked up and saw agent Raphael crossing his legs, barely able to hold in his growing excitement. She ran her tongue along her lips seductively and said, “I have something special in mind for her.”
Wendy slapped her thighs around one of Sally’s thighs, wrapped her arms around the other, aimed the American right at Raphael, and spread Sally’s legs wide in a forced split. Wendy punished her rival for several agonizing minutes. Sally’s face turned blue. Tears trickled, as her body jolted in pain-filled spasms. Wendy worked the American for a few more minutes, before forcing a long, harsh cry from Sally. The American held on, letting out increasingly desperate cries and screams. Wendy pumped and pumped, until Sally’s hand slapped the mats wildly.
“I can’t take anymore,” Sally wailed. “I give up! I give up! You’re the boss! You’re the better woman! You’re the best! I’ll do whatever you say!”
Students cheered wildly. Unable to last another second, Raphael ran for the men’s restroom.
Wendy stood with one foot on the shattered American’s throat, looking around at her students. “Not good enough, American! You came here to put me in my place. I believe I’ve put you in yours! In case anyone doubts what are respective places are, let this image remind them of your place, and mine!” Wendy sat down almost bare-hipped on Sally’s face. The students went wild. Humiliated, Sally kicked madly at empty air. Wendy caught Sally’s feet, forcing them down over Sally’s head, bending the American until her spine looked ready to pop out of her back. Sally surrendered again and again, but Wendy kept up the pressure until Sally became limp.
Suddenly, Wendy let go of Sally’s feet. Sally’s legs dropped like dead weights.
Wendy shouted, “Agent Flanxxxxn! Hit the alarm! Seal this facility!”
Though confused, the young woman obeyed. Steel panels slid over all exterior windows and doors.
The confused students looked at each other and then down to their instructor.
“What’s going on?”
Wendy gasped. “I’m afraid you’ve all been used to set a trap. We don’t have much time, so listen carefully as I explain. Two of us aren’t who they seem to be. Agent Raphael is in fact the son and likely successor to the leader of a strategically important nation. Both we and the Americans uncovered a plot to assassinate Raphael, thus leaving his country open to revolution.
Although both we and the Yanks offered protection, Raphael and his father are far too proud to accept western ’babysitters’. Knowing of Raphael’s long-held fascination with the British secret service, we set up this training program and invited him to attend. We knew he’d accept, giving us a chance to watch over him. We also knew the assassin would infiltrate the group, to try to kill Raphael.
Wendy stopped, hearing a peculiar sound.
Guya budon ov!
Agent Hogan asked, “Why fight the American?”
“We had to draw out the assassin,” Wendy explained. “My recent victory over an American agent has become something of an embarrassment for them. Their agents have been itching to redeem themselves. We contacted the Americans and had them send one of their best female agents to attend the program, knowing she would try to embarrass me, to mend their tattered pride. I told you at the start that I know all of your weaknesses. Raphael has a particular weakness for girl-on-girl combat. We knew if we showed him a fight exciting enough, he wouldn’t be able to…contain himself. That’s why I kept looking around at you. I was waiting for Raphael to run for the restroom! That’s why I kept posing, instead of finishing the American. I couldn’t let the fight end too soon. As we expected, near the end of the fight, Raphael ran out of the room to…relieve himself. The instant he left the gymnasium, our agents grabbed him and took him to safety.
Wendy’s eyebrows rose, as she again heard the muffled sound.
Guya buddon ovmace!
Wendy continued. “We knew the killer would follow Raphael, hoping to finish him while everyone watched the fight end. Haven’t you noticed? Someone is missing!”
The young agents spoke in unison. “Bonita’s gone!”
Again came the strange sound.
“Gutya buddonoff mimace sozeyecanbree!
Wendy asked, “Who’s saying that? I don’t understand!”
The young agents pointed down.
Suddenly aware she was still sitting on the American’s face, Wendy leapt up. “Oh my goodness! I forgot!”
The blue-faced American took in a long, deep breath and gasped. “I said, Get you bottom off my face, so I can breathe!”
Agent Yoshida shrugged. “I still don’t understand. The fight looked real!”
“It had to,” Wendy explained, “or the assassin would have caught on. To set our trap, we needed a dupe, a patsy.” Wendy looked down at Sally. “I’m afraid you’re it.” She looked back up at her students. “Naturally we let the U.S. government in on our plan, but she had to remain in the dark. Everyone in the espionage community knew the Americans wanted to get back at me for the way I handled their agent in the Russian affair. We very publicly invited the Yanks to send their best agent, suggesting she could learn a lot from me. We knew their top agent would take that as a personal insult and come here looking for a fight. The Americans did their best to encourage it. Sally came here looking for a fight. I simply gave her one.”
“Then all those loud conversations you had with the Brigadier--”
“They were an act, meant to be loud enough for all the students, including the assassin, to hear.”
Wendy thrust out her finger. “There’s no way out of this building now. Bonita can’t escape. Find her, and take her down!”
The young agents raced out and vanished down dimly lit hallways.
Wendy helped Sally to her feet. “Maybe you should stay here.”
“Not a chance,” Sally said. “I’m all right.”
The allies raced for the door. Sally gasped. “Your hips are magnificent, by the way.”
Wendy blushed. “Let’s concentrate on stopping Bonita, shall we?”
The pair ran side-by-side until they reached a crossing hallway.
“She could have gone either way,” Wendy said. “You go right. I’ll go left.”
The women raced off in opposite directions.
After checking several empty rooms, Wendy ran her finger along her bottom lip. “Hmm. Where would I hide? The last place anyone would look?” Her eyes widened. “No! I’d hide in the first place, the place already searched! She circled back!”
Moments later, Wendy burst back into the dark, empty gymnasium. She spun as she heard a sound, but saw only a mop toppling from the jar of her entry. A figure melted out of the darkness behind her. Bonita leapt on Wendy from behind, wrapping her cool, pale arms around the Brit’s neck, applying a lethal sleeper-choke hold. Wendy fell to her hips, as Bonita choked her out from behind. Rapidly losing consciousness, Wendy felt Bonita would pop her head open like an over-inflated balloon. Wendy slid her foot halfway up to her torso, using her toes to prop the mop up over her ankle. Blacking out, Wendy kicked her foot up and brought it down hard on the mop handle, using her ankle as a fulcrum and sending the mop flying up past her shoulder, smacking Bonita’s face. The surprising impact proved just enough to let Wendy break the hold.
Wendy staggered off, gagging and choking. The women circled.
“I had my eye on you from the start,” Wendy growled. “One look at your body proves you’re fit. I knew the weak, bumbling little girl bit was an act! From your long, curly red hair to your pale skin and green eyes, I’d assume you’re Irish. I’d guess you’re I.R.A., except they wouldn’t use these tactics or go after Raphael. Do I detect an Argentine accent?”
“Britain has made many enemies through the years,” Bonita hissed. “Common enemies unite people, even in marriage. My parent’s ancestry is of no concern. I don’t work for ANY nation. I have NO allegiance to any cause. I work only for money! I still plan to collect the bounty on Raphael, but first, I’ll finish you! The American was wrong. You’re not the best. I am! I’m about to prove it to you!”
The women exchanged lightning-fast punches and kicks. Wendy’s poker face weakened, shocked that Bonita could match her, kick for kick.
“My skills equal yours,” Bonita spat. “We’re identical in every way, except one. I cheat!”
Bonita leaned in, almost biting Wendy’s bottom lip off.
Wendy cried out. A spinning backhand floored her. Bonita pressed her foot over Wendy’s throat, choking her. Wendy kicked her off. They rose. Wendy’s fingers curled around Bonita’s red hair. She flipped her screaming adversary head-over-heels, sending Bonita’s back crashing down across a weight bench. Sneering, Wendy grabbed the weights and slammed them down across Bonita’s breasts. Bonita cried out. At first Bonita’s legs flailed, but then she curled her feet under the weight bar and kicked up, sending the metal bar crashing up under Wendy’s chin. Wendy flew back and collapsed from the near jaw-breaking impact. Staggering blindly, Wendy crawled up onto a trampoline. Bonita followed. Both bounced up for drop kicks. Bonita’s proved superior, sending the Brit down. Bonita then forced Wendy’s neck down between the thick springs, choking her with them. Wendy jolted in spasms, hacking out coughs. Bonita leapt up and drove her heels into the Brit’s lower back. Wendy screamed in pain. Sally bounced high, but Wendy pulled free, rolling off the trampoline just in time to avoid a spine-breaking attack. Bonita bounced high, flying off to crash down on Wendy. Wendy leapt up, colliding body to body in mid air, turning Bonita over on the way down so that Wendy crashed down on top of Bonita, using Bonita’s downward momentum to drive Bonita’s body into the floor. With one fluid move, Wendy rolled up onto the trampoline, bounced high, flew off, and crashed back down body-on- body on Bonita with a rib-busting flying body splash.
Wendy pulled Bonita’s head up by her hair, looking down into her glassy eyes. “The American was right about one thing. I AM the best!”
Wendy slammed her fist into Bonita’s face, leaving her completely unconscious.
Hands cupped over Bonita’s small, pouting breasts, Wendy propped up, gasping.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Wendy looked back over her shoulder, as Sally emerged from the shadows.
“How long have you been watching?”
“I caught most of it.”
Wendy complained, “You could have helped!”
“And miss a chance to watch you in action? No way!”
Sally helped Wendy to her feet.
A short time later, Wendy and Sally stood in the cold night air, watching as authorities carried Bonita’s still-limp body out, taking the unconscious assassin to a waiting van.
Wendy sighed. “At least our mission was a success.”
“Part of it,” Sally replied. “Remember, I came here to prove my superiority over you.”
Wendy stiffened. “Fine. The gymnasium is empty. We won’t be interrupted. If it’s another fight you want--”
Sally grabbed Wendy’s wrist and threw it high in the air. “You win! I give. I concede. You’re the better woman. You proved it. I gave you all I had, and you beat me. You really are the best.”
Wendy smiled.
“You know,” Sally said, “I came here to take an instructional course. I have learned a few things from you. Maybe we do sometimes come across as too bossy or arrogant. Americans have led so often sometimes it’s hard for us to follow. Maybe we seem too sure of ourselves. I’ve learned that trying to insist everything always be done our way is a quick way to lose friends. Maybe we should work as hard to keep our friends as we do defending against our enemies. A special relationship has existed between our nations for a long time. I can’t think of any more important to us. I think we need to do a better job of showing you how much we value your friendship. That’ll take more than words. We’ll have to let our actions speak for us. It’s time we start treating our allies as true equals. We need to give you the respect you deserve. You’re right. We shouldn’t act like we’re the best at everything. Sometimes being a friend means listening to other opinions and trying to understand. We’re not always right. I know we aren’t always going to agree. Even so, maybe we need to consider our friends’ opinions before deciding our course. Maybe…we should follow your lead just a little more often. We have to protect ourselves, but we have to start thinking about what’s best for our friends, too.”
Wendy’s eyebrows rose. “Does this mean WE’RE friends?”
Sally rubbed her jaw. “I hope so. I don’t think I like being your enemy!”
A broad smile spread over Wendy’s face. “Well, if we’re not going to fight, there are better ways to work up a sweat. The London nightlife is second to none. Two young, attractive, assertive women could do well on a night like this. This is my town. I’d be happy to show it to you.”
Sally smiled. “Lead on.”
Wendy teased, “One thing, though. If you thought you had a hard time keeping up with me on the mats, just wait until you try to keep up with me on the night scene!”
Sally laughed. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two in that arena, too.”
Wendy winked. “Shall we go?”
Sally walked off arm-in-arm into the crisp London night. Very different adventures beckoned.
