NEW! Beautiful British Spy vs. Sexy American Spy: With A Twist
By: Supporturgoddess
Deep within a secret training facility, British agent Wendy George stood at attention before a brigadier general. Outside in the hallway, a group of international students bustled about.
“I’m not an instructor,” Wendy said, softly.
The Brigadier leaned back. “You know there’s far more to this mission than instruction. Relations with the Americans have been strained. The fact you so easily defeated one of their top female agents on a recent mission has made things worse. Your dominance over their agent has made them something of a laughing stock in the international espionage community. We had hoped that by inviting the Americans to attend a course we had originally intended only for members of The Commonwealth, we might soothe their bruised egos. They’ve accepted, but with a twist. Most of the students attending are young international agents or diplomats, just starting out.”
“And the American?”
The Brigadier handed Wendy a folder. “She uses the name Sally Lexington. She’s the all-American girl. She also happens to be one of America’s greatest and most experienced female agents.”
“May I assume she’s not here to learn from me?”
“She’s here to teach you, and us, a lesson.” The brigadier rose, voice booming. “Your easy victory over the American agent embarrassed them. It appears Miss Lexington has taken the matter personally, volunteering for the chance to confront you. What better way for the Americans to rebuild their pride than to have their agent show you up in front of a class of international students sure to spread the story worldwide? She’s here to put you, and us, in our place.”
Deeply insulted by the idea, Wendy bristled. “Perhaps we should put them in theirs!
“At the least, we must make clear we can’t be pushed about…by anyone. If this American does try to show you up, may we depend on you to teach her a lesson?”
Wendy looked down at the picture of the pretty, brown-haired girl in her hands. “It will be my pleasure!”
That evening, two dozen students gathered around a large, blue mat in the facility gymnasium. Each wore a white, judo-style outfit with a small flag emblem over the heart to indicate nationality. A small, pretty, black-haired woman entered wearing a matching red outfit.
“I’m Wendy George, your instructor. I’ve read your files and know of your strengths and weaknesses. Let’s begin cautiously, with some very basic self-defense moves. May I have a volunteer?”
A cute, pale, redhead sheepishly stepped forward.
Wendy nodded. “Bonita, isn’t it? Very good. When I turn my back, attack me. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me.”
As Wendy turned, the little redhead ran to jump on Wendy’s back. Wendy kicked back, stopping her foot an inch before Bonita’s wide, green eyes.
Agent Hogan said, “You heard her running up from behind.”
“Correct.” Wendy turned. “May I have another volunteer?”
American Sally Lexington stepped boldly forward.
Anticipating a challenge, Wendy said, “Come at me in a direct, head-on assault.”
The young women faced off. Sally ran forward but then stepped to one side, kicking Wendy’s foot out from under her. She grabbed Wendy’s wrist, flipping her head-over-heels through the air before sending her crashing hard to the mat. She followed up with a stomp to Wendy’s chest, just hard enough to make her point. Stunned, Wendy looked up, as her students giggled and smirked at her.
The embarrassed Brit rose and stood nose-to-nose with the American. “Get back in line.”
As Sally walked past her, Wendy grumbled. “Not bad, American, but I DID stipulate a direct, frontal attack.”
Sally rolled her eyes. “An attacker won’t give you what you want.”
As Wendy turned her back, Sally added, “For example, what would you do if I did…this?”
Sally charged Wendy from behind. Wendy slammed her foot back deep into Sally belly, reached back, flipped Sally high through the air head-over-heels and sent her crashing down.
Wendy cupped her foot over the dazed American’s throat. “I suppose I’d do something like that!”
The international students laughed. Sally sneered.
Throughout the next two weeks, the competition between Wendy and Sally grew fiercer. When Wendy chided Bonita for failing to lift enough weight, Sally challenged Wendy to see who could press more. Lying on their backs side-by-side on weight tables, they traded lifts until, just short of two-hundred pounds, Wendy groaned “Ughhh!” and failed to lift the weight. Sally not only lifted that amount, she insisted on lifting an additional ten pounds, merely to embarrass Wendy further. Wendy had her own fun, showing up the American by proving herself a better marksman and a far better gymnast.
Then one day Bonita struggled to climb a rope in the gymnasium. Wendy refused to let the exhausted girl quit. Angered, Sally stepped up and pushed Wendy down! Students gasped.
“She can’t do it!” Sally roared. “What’s the big idea?”
Wendy stood. “I might be saving her life! If she can’t master the skills needed, she won’t last a day out in the field! I’ve had just about enough of you, American. You come to MY country to attend MY class, and then you try to take over! Let’s settle this.”
Sally growled. “So, you want a fight to the finish?”
Wendy rubbed her chin. “How about a finish line? I see your government sent you a car. I assume it’s a…special car?”
Sally nodded.
“Good. I have a ride of my own. There’s a closed course through the country behind this facility. We’ll race tomorrow morning. If you win, you’ll humiliate me, but if I win, you’ll shut your mouth and do as I say!”
Sally shouted, “You’re on!”
The next morning, two powerful muscle cars stood side-by-side at a starting line. On the right, Sally’s fingers ran along the pistol grip of her Dodge Challenger. Blood red with a black racing stripe down the hood and emitting a beefy engine roar, the Challenger presented a fearsome presence. To the left, Wendy’s fingers tightened around the wheel of her blue Jaguar XKR coupe. Well tested on most of the world’s cars, Wendy knew the Challenger, but she also knew both cars had been heavily modified. She wondered what nasty surprises the American’s car had hidden inside. Her lips curled up into a slight smile, knowing she had surprises of her own.
The international students gathered at the starting/finish line, able to watch the entire contest thanks to closed-circuit cameras hidden along the course. The rules were simple. The first to complete three laps would win.
Engines roared. A flag waved. The race began. The Challenger’s engine roared, but its size left it spinning on loose gravel. The lighter British car raced off to an early lead. The blue coupe was very much like its owner, small, sophisticated, defined by exquisite curves and sleek lines, unmistakably sexy yet undeniably dangerous. The American gained ground. Swerving side-to-side to keep the American from passing, Wendy delighted in keeping her rear in the American’s face. Increasingly frustrated, Sally wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of Wendy’s tail. Sally nuzzled her nose against Wendy’s tight, compact backside, nudging it, trying to spin the Brit out of control. Again Sally shoved her nose hard into Wendy’s backside, sending the Brit’s little rear end bouncing about and swishing madly side-to-side. Wendy spun off the road. Her eyes narrowed, as she watched the American pass by. She raced off in pursuit.
The rivals raced past the cheering students, with the American in the lead. Most of the students backed Wendy, but some cheered Sally on. Agent Raphael didn’t care who won. Excited by the battle between such beautiful women, he could barely contain himself.
Wendy closed the gap until the American’s wider, boxy rear end was in the Brit’s face. Wendy pressed her nose against it, but the Challenger’s power proved hard to match. Wendy forced herself along side her rival. The cars side swiped each other, each trying to force the other from the road. Both shuddered, as sleek bodies pressed together, the American pressing down hard, the Brit pulling back but holding firm. Breathing fast and deep, Wendy’s skin dampened with sweat. She grasped the stick tighter and tighter. Hugging every curve, engines groaned. Both wanted the same thing. The question was, who would get there first? Wendy’s tires let out a frightened squeal, sliding as she briefly left the road, almost sending the contest to a premature climax. Sally pulled back and executed another pit maneuver, sending Wendy spinning. Wendy kept control long enough to slam her body against the Challenger’s, sending Sally sideways, her tires crying out in protest. When Wendy looked up, she saw the two cars faced each other across the road. The American moved slowly forward until they met in a fierce kiss. Front bumpers locked, the battle began. Staring into each other’s eyes, the women pushed their rides to their limits, trying to push the other off the road and down into the deep gulley beyond. Both flashed blinding lasers from their headlights, but special polarizing coatings on each windshield rendered the attacks ineffective. Wendy’s tires screamed, as she gave up footing. Clouds of smoke rose. Wendy’s engine seemed to cry, “No! No!” in helpless protest, as the larger American ride dominated the little Brit, pushing her down and pinning her in the gulley. With a satisfied grin, Sally spun and raced off.
Refusing to waste time trying to climb out, Wendy raced along in the gully, driving parallel to her foe until the trench grew shallow. The Brit swerved back onto the road, just behind the American. They ended lap two with Wendy riding Sally’s tail.
Smoke suddenly billowed from the back of the Challenger. Wendy smiled, devilishly. By using a smoke screen, Sally had taken off the gloves, allowing her to do the same. A virtual reality display replaced Wendy’s visual view, defeating the smoke screen. Sally next tried an oil slick. Wendy hit a button, sending highly-compressed gas from the bottom of the car. The hover cushion lasted just long enough to glide over the oil. Wendy pulled along side Sally, giving her a taunting grin. Wendy flipped a hidden switch. A spinning blade extended from the passenger-side door of her car, extending out to shred Sally’s tire. A nozzle popped out from Sally’s door, spraying acid and dissolving the blade. Sally grinned at Wendy in triumph. Angered, Wendy flipped another switch. Welding lasers shot out of the blue coupe, but special mirrors instantly folded out across Sally’s ride, sending the lasers back, cutting a gash deep into the Jaguar. Wendy screamed, as the side windows shattered. The beams entered her cabin, nearly slicing into her before she could shut them off.
Sally raced into the lead.
Struggling to regain control of her damaged ride, Wendy bared her teeth. “Enough!”
A brief rocket boost let Wendy catch up. With half a lap left, the final battle began. Bodies slammed hard. They cut loose with everything they had left, including devastating electromagnetic pulses designed to power past all defenses. Both women possessed sophisticated electronic packages, and each was determined to prove hers superior, by shoving her package straight down her rival’s throat! Sally sent another E.M.P. against Wendy, but Wendy thrust her own back at Sally. Sally tried to trade thrust for thrust, but Wendy had too much endurance, thrusting faster and faster, again and again. The Brit’s package proved undeniably superior. With a loud cry followed by a deep moan, Sally’s ride gave in. Wendy’s pulse penetrated deep through Sally’s defenses, violating her most sensitive programs. Sparks flew and tires squealed. As if kicking up her heels in defeat, the red Challenger flipped upside down and crashed into a tree. The American’s tires spun in the air as if wanting it to go on, but she had nothing left.
Badly shaken, Sally poured out of a window and slumped on the ground. Concerned for her rival’s safety, Wendy pulled up. She got out and stood triumphantly over the downed American.
Unable to stand, the American looked up and said, “This…doesn’t prove anything! It was your course! Y-You had the advantage!”
Wendy shook her head. “I’d never driven this course before. Honestly! Why must you be such a poor loser? Why must you Americans claim to be better than everyone, at everything?”
Sally’s forehead wrinkled. “I-Is that really how we come across?”
A moment of understanding ended, as Wendy took one step too close to the overturned car. Hidden Tasers fired. Tiny steel barbs penetrated Wendy’s flesh, and electricity discharged into her body. Wendy cried out and fell to the ground, unconscious.
That afternoon, students listened through walls, as the brigadier’s voice shook the building.
“You were supposed to humble the Yank. Instead. She defeated you!”
Wendy protested. She did NOT defeat me! Neither of us finished.”
“Your own students found you unconscious, with the American sitting on you, pinning you to the ground! If it had been a lethal engagement, she would have finished you!”
Wendy’s jaw tightened. “I only stopped out of concern for her well-being. If it HAD been a lethal engagement, I would have driven her off the road, drove past as she hung helplessly out of her overturned car, and put a bullet between her eyes at thirty meters distance!”
The Brigadier roared, “I want you to send Sally Lexington crawling back to America like a whipped pup with her tail between her legs!”
“She’s bound to challenge me again tonight,” Wendy replied. “When she does, I won’t go easy on her. This time I’ll put her down so hard she won’t get back up!”
That night in the spacious gymnasium, the class gathered around an indoor pool, wearing swimsuits. Each student was to dive to the bottom and stay there for two minutes, all while wearing floatation devices designed to force them up. Wendy watched. When Bonita struggled, Wendy put her bare foot on top of Bonita’s head, forcing her under. “You simply must master this! Your life might depend on it one day!”
“Let her go!” Sally marched up and tried to shove Wendy down, but this time Wendy shoved Sally down, hard.
The two women stood nose-to-nose.
Wendy hissed. “I’ve had all I’m prepared to take! Class, there’s been a change in plans. Make a circle around the mats. It’s time I teach this American who’s the boss!”
The international students exchanged grins and smirks, eagerly awaiting the fight to come. Especially susceptible to the allure of a fight between beautiful women, agent Raphael crossed his legs, barely able to restrain himself.
The women faced off. Wendy stood 5’1” and weighed 112 lbs. in her bright blue, Union Jack-inspired swimsuit. Sally stood 5’3” and weighed 120 lbs., wearing a white swimsuit decorated with dark red, vertical stripes.
Sally twisted back and forth, smiling smugly. “This is what I came for. What are the rules?”
“You’d break any I set,” Wendy replied, hands on hips in a wide, confident stance. “We fight until the inferior woman begs for mercy, or until she is left utterly helpless. They’ll be no doubt remaining as to who the better woman is!”
The women circled twice and then erupted in a ballet of punches, kicks, blocks, and spins. The expert agents put on a clinic on move and countermove before the breathless, mesmerized students. They suddenly accelerated into a wild blur, until Sally’s eyes bulged, knowing she had been out-maneuvered. She spun. Wendy sent a foot up plowing into the American’s face, almost taking her head off. Sally flew back, lying spread-eagle on her back, seeing only stars. The class of international students cheered.
“Finish her off!”
Wendy looked at her class, then slowly circled around Sally and stood over her, cupping and then opening one hand. “The lesson isn’t over. Get up, American. I have much more to teach you!”
Snarling, Sally kicked Wendy down, hard. They rose. Again Wendy pressed her advantage, kicking. Knowing she was no match for the Brit foot to foot, Sally moved in too close for kicks to land effectively. The women exchanged a wild array of karate punches and judo holds, but the American prevailed. She flipped Wendy hard to her back. Wendy leapt up only to take Sally’s foot kicked to her face. The kick didn’t have quite the impact Wendy’s had, but it was enough. As Sally pinned the dazed Englishwoman, Wendy looked up, studying the faces of the international students. Wendy cupped her foot under Sally’s chin and pushed her off.
The women rose and continued their battle, again engaging in a terrific if slightly slower display of martial arts skills. Wendy kept the increasingly frustrated American back far enough so she could kick. Sally was on her heels, when Wendy doubled her up with a kick in the gut. Wendy curled her fingers in Sally’s long, milk-chocolate-toned brown hair, and shoved Sally’s face down while simultaneously bringing both her knees up. Wendy’s double knee lift to Sally’s face sent the American flying down on her back, visibly stunned. Hands on hips, the Brit circled the downed American like a shark circling prey before moving in for the kill….
Continued in: NEW! Beautiful British Spy vs. Sexy American Spy With A Twist Pt. 2
