Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Ben laughed, as he'd earlier in the car when he'd discovered the woman didn't possess a licence, however, rather than in relief, this was a full-blown, natural one that emanated from deep in his belly, and the man's eyes watered when it eventually ceased. The balls are the only location that an MI6 agent is scared to be hit. Every man has one weakness, and I'm afraid you've discovered ours. Don't let on to our opponents. Ben replied, tapping her on the shoulder, and bumping his hip against hers. I guess I'm fortunate that I don't believe in the Big Daddy, and perchance if M'aam is curious? The agent raised a brow, and his lips curled up into a smirk. Her accent is a touch too Colonial, more akin to that of the lowly Australian convict class than a superior British Gentlewoman, fit for our Queen. It will require practice. His voice flattened and rose in pitch, and Ben enunciated each word slowly in demonstration of the appropriate pompous tone she'd need to adopt. Not that Sky's really had been terrible, but he wasn't going to admit that, or that she presented a challenge in the battle of wits he intended on winning. It was a pity they needed to leave, really, as if they weren't being pursued by a multitude of sadistic and determined Russian Mafia with semi-automatic weapons and no ethics, sense of humour or compassion, he could have remained there and swapped banter all day. He also wouldn't have had to request that Sky cover up her body, an unfortunate requirement that the MI6 agent was as disappointed with as she appeared to be. Playful to annoyed is part of our training haven't you ever witnessed James Bond in action? Ben appraised the trench-coat, noting it hid the blood and that with the sunglasses and hat adorned, Sky was no longer recognisable as the woman plastered across the television screen in the Hotel Lobby. After he baited her one last time about the clothing he planned to purchase at the Mall, Ben remained speechless for the rest of the journey, just whistling, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. That was until he leaned over to open the door, and her hand met his balls. The man winced, prepared for a squeeze, but that concern swiftly departed when his attention was captured by her speech. After what seemed like thirty seconds or so after she'd finished, but was likely only five or ten, he recovered his composure damn these Americans didn't mince their words and pretended to act as if what she'd said had had no effect, hoping she hadn't noticed the slight tightening of his suit pants. Considering I've no experience with real Hookers, I'll take your word for that's how their clients like to treat them. Robert's smiled and pulled back to exit the drivers side door. Personally, I prefer to bend a woman over and whoop her ass with a paddle until she's begging for cock, and calling herself a slut. Hooker or not. Ben expression was one of satisfaction when he grasped her elbow, and she led them into the shopping centre. His clothes, five identical pin-stripe suits, were supplied by the agency and lay neatly pressed in his suitcase, so he needn't purchase anything for himself. As Schuyler chose Wet Seal, Ben released his grip and stood at the door, where he could keep one eye on the Mall, and the other on her. He took note of her sizes and when, with arms full, she approached the clerk, the spy removed a pair of thigh-high 'fuck-me' boots, an exceedingly short red leather skirt, and two tiny boob-tube tops from the racks. The latter two garments were a size smaller than Sky had chosen for herself, and Ben added the items to her pile when he joined her at the counter, and presented his expense card to the clerk. Why not, if his Government was paying for them? For her evening profession, a lady needs to earn her keep. The MI6 agent shot his companion a grin as the woman scanned their purchases. The spy was aware the transaction would be electronically tracked by his superiors, which was just fine, for he intended to call and request an extract once they were far enough away from the danger of their current location, anyway. However, what he wasn't cognisant of was that some of those superiors weren't exactly on his side, and that soon the mall would be surrounded by adversaries. Or you can just wear them for my benefit, I'll compensate you. There was something about the woman that, even with the ever present threat of harm to his gonads, he couldn't refrain from taunting, and Ben whispered in Sky's ear and simultaneously issued a smack to her butt after he took hold of the bags, thanked the clerk, and headed in the direction of the Food Hall.