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I am like the jungle cat; stealthy and cunning with a higher IQ than average.

The rain is gently falling out of the sky kissing my face as I walk across the parking lot. A huge smile is painted across my face because this day has been the best day of my life; and all I can think about is celebrating my next promotion. Today I am one step away from running the Miami Spy Land security head offices controlling all of the security operations in Florida.

I look over my shoulder at the black BMW sports car parked under a palm tree in the parking lot. This fine automobile is my most prized possession; it is my special toy; my chariot I use to pick up the finest ladies in the land.

I love living in Florida; going to this watering hole at happy hour is always full of fun. The club I visit most often is called the “Quay” and is located right on the water front of the Gulf of Mexico. The outdoor patio is packed with beautiful people ranging in age from twenty one to thirty five.

The house band is renowned for playing soft rock music and Caribbean theme music. My reserved table awaits me close to the band; however from the corner of my eye I spy a beautiful lean blonde haired woman at the bar.

Tommy is my favorite bartender; she is an exotic woman half Arabic and East Indian mix. Tommy is a model by day and a bartender by night. I smile at Tommy when I walk up to the bar and she opens her arms and she pulls me into her firm sweet smelling figure and whispers happy birthday Charlie. She is my adopted sister and my best friend.

The woman at the bar noticed the happiness on both our faces when we embraced. I am a regular at the club and the woman sitting beside me smells like my favorite white Jasmin flower. The breeze is blowing her perfume in my direction; I watch her from the corner of my eye as slowly her long blonde hair blows back off her face. She has a tight white short skirt the fits like a tight leather glove on a hand and a bright yellow dress-shirt covered by a white blazer. My sexual desires create thoughts in my mind that feel like they are doing flips in my brain. I am thinking she is definitely a corporate barracuda looking for someone special.

Tommy knows this beauty fits my stereotype of woman I desire most. Not to say I change my woman like my designer underwear; however I seem to find a different beautiful woman every other week that intrigues me more than the last one. I like to think I have a deeper than average understanding and connection with a woman’s emotions and desires. That is nice part of being trained by the best in the spy business while living in a sunshine state of twenty one million people.

The ladies drink is almost empty when I tell Tommy to give the lady another drink on my tab. My bartender shakes her head sideways and smiles; then she mixes and pours the beautiful young lady another tequila sunrise. I know what you’re thinking she is twenty one and I am thirty seven. When I look at her my mouth starts to water. I want to think I am nervous however my bar conversation is polished and I break the ice like a true champion.

I choose my words carefully when I address my target. A compliment every fourth phase with questions that make her appear smart and beautiful. Within no time she is carrying the conversation in the direction I desire. After a couple drinks the band plays a slow rock ballot song and I make my move and ask her to dance.

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Her face lit up like a roman-candle and I escorted the beautiful woman to the dance floor. From nowhere she asked me how old I am. I smiled and tell her today is my birthday; I am twenty five. I pulled her close to me gently and she snuggled into my arms and chest even deeper.

My mind is racing with the details from our conversation at the bar. She is fresh out of university and here on business on behalf of her father’s textile corporation. They have a beautiful summer home on the water and she is twenty three and not twenty one. I look down into her beautiful blue eyes and I feel like I am falling under a mystical spell.

My sexual desire is overflowing from my body into the abyss hopeful; anticipating my next emotion flowering into a physical encounter. I lean deeper into her and our faces meet with a deep passionate kiss. I am rock hard and protruding into her leg. I almost feel embarrassed and afraid to break our embrace when the song ends. When we break the embrace and interrupt the trance she smiles and tells me; are you in the tent business.

I smile and tell her it is your entire fault. From nowhere she rubs her hand across my pants when we walk back toward the bar. I cannot help but notice her accent is Russian and I know I need to run a security check on this woman before I get more involved. When we return to the bar I order us fresh drinks and tell her I need to use the restroom. Before I walk away I take her business card off the bar and place it in my pocket.

When I arrive in the restroom I pull out my Blackberry and access the security network I upload the name Nakita Mistigri through the secure central intelligence server. They have a few details on the lady but nothing that stands in my way of me spending intimate time with the vixen. I am always worried about Russian spies coming into the USA and penetrating our intelligence network. The last thing I need is a screw up with the wrong woman to end my new promotion opportunities at the agency.

We have had four drinks and I need some food or my words will start to slur so I take Nakita by the hand and with a gentle kiss I whisper in her ear; I say please join me at my table for dinner.

Nakita smiles and snuggles into my arms and kisses me gently on my lips. I look over to Tommy and she has a smile on her face from ear to ear. Suddenly I pick up Nakita in my arms and walk over to table. We are getting very friendly and drunk. I tell Nakita it is time for food and time for more of her enchanting conversation. Nakita asks me if I am familiar with the Mensa program so I tell her yes; is that the IQ test or another organization. Nakita smiles and asks me; how high did you score on the Mensa tests?

I smile at Nakita; it is your sharp mind and ability to read intelligence that turns me on most about you. What do you think Nakita under two hundred or over two hundred? Nakita smiles and tells me a handsome man with charm like yours; then the water appears with menus and the waiter asks us if we would like an appetizer. We both need a glass of water and Nakita orders a shrimp cocktail and a cesar salad; I order a blackened grouper sandwich with salad.

I want to change the IQ question topic and remain a mystery to the woman so I ask her more questions focusing on how beautiful she appears. Before I know it the food arrives and we are eating like famished animals. I look into her beautiful eyes and I can see all of her food turning in her mouth. She smacks her food like a small pig eating at a trough and belches loud half way through her meal. We both laugh as the waiter asks if we need more napkins or water.

I am starting to wonder about my trickster sister because my stomach is starting to churn. I keep trying but I cannot hold back the loud fart sounds coming out of my body. My face is red and my forehead is sweating when I tell Nakita I need to use the bathroom. As I run past the bar I see my half-sister laughing at me. I just make it into the bathroom to see both toilet cubicles are full. I knock on the cubicle door and ask will you be long and I hear both men say we just sat down.

I am going to shit in my pants if I do not find a toilet. I look around the bathroom and there is a mop and pail sitting in the corner. Sweat is running off my face and my stomach is rolling with cramps. I have to fart so bad it is painfully buckling me over. I knock on the cubicle door again and the now the man sounds pissed at me and tells me to wait.

I frantically look around the room and decide to remove the mop from the pail; pull my pants down and sit on the pail. Suddenly my ass explodes into the pail and the smell almost knocks me to the ground. I am sitting in less pain in my stomach however with no toilet paper to clean up the mess on my ass.

Suddenly there is a knock on the bathroom door and I hear a woman say I need my mop and pail. I am coming into the bathroom. I feel so embarrassed when I see the door open. I want to stand and yet I just need to sit longer because my stomach wants to release another dump. The gas creates a farting sound echoed in the pail and the woman is holding her nose and tells me you are really a sick individual. Just then a midget comes out of the bathroom cubical and tells me you really are a pig.

The next thing I hear is the other guy in cubicle yell; hey buddy you believe in God don’t you; then he says why did God give a woman one more IQ point than a cow? My mind is racing and everyone in the bathroom is listening to this guy in the cubicle.

Then he yells because when you pull on a woman’s tits she does not shit or piss on the floor. I am so offended but not as offended as the woman that is looking at me shitting into the mop pail in the bathroom. She yells you people are all sick and walks out the door. I tell the midget I need some toilet paper and he laughs at me as he walks out the door. I hear the man in the cubicle flush the toilet and as I tell him I need some toilet paper; my adopted sister’s boss comes into the bathroom. She is laughing at me and uses her cell phone to snap a picture of me in my embarrassing position.

I am lost for words as I roll the pail into the abandon cubicle. I hear her laughing at me and she tells me make sure I clean the pail when I am done. The guy that tells me the joke also has a cell phone and snaps a picture of me as I try to get off the mop pail and sit on the toilet seat. I can hear him laughing as he leaves the bathroom. I am holding my head in my hands when I think the last thing I need are pictures like this in the internet or on You Tube.

Finally my stomach stops growling and I wipe the mess off my ass; I want to leave the stinky toilet cubicle and wash my hands before I return to my table.

When I walk past the bar my adopted sister is talking to her boss and they are both laughing at me. I cannot believe this just happened to me. Nikita smiles when I arrive back at the table. She tells me I thought you fell in and then she looked concerned and asks me if I am ok?

I am rattled and tell her I think my hard liquor shots I drank mixed adversely with the blackened grouper that had too much spices on it; and now I just need to drink more water.

Then my adopted sister has her cell phone in her hand as she walks over to the table and shows me a picture of me sitting on a mop pail in the bathroom on her cell phone. Nakita looks puzzled and asks if she can see the picture my sister is laughing at on her cell phone. I tell Nakita some things are not meant to be seen on a first date. Just then a waiter bumps into Tommy from behind and she drops her cell phone on the table; as the waiter drops the plate of food on the people sitting right beside us.

Nakita swings her arms back and moves her chair back to avoid being hit by food and hits the other waiter in the groin with her elbow. As the waiter bends over he sees the image on the cell phone. Nakita also looks down at the cell phone and both people say; he is shitting in a pail in the picture. I grab the cell phone and tell Nakita it is an old picture taken years ago. All I want to do is leave the restaurant. I grab Nikita by the hand and head for the cashier to pay my bill.

I tell Tommy I will call her tomorrow; I run my credit card, leave a tip and we are out the door heading into the parking lot. I am holding Nakita close by my side when I ask her if she is driving. Nakita tells me she wants to get to know me better and then kisses me on the lips slips me her tongue in a very passionate kiss. I feel the affection turn into a wild sexual desire rolling through my veins. Nakita tells me her car s at the summer house. I look at Nakita and smile as I say your black chariot awaits us. My BMW looks beautiful in the moonlight and I think my sports car impressed Nakita.

Nakita wants to direct me to the summer house so I let her. I know this town like the back of my hand so as soon as she tells me the address I know where we are going. It is dark outside and hard for me to read the house numbers on the street and finally Nakita points to a dark house on the corner. Nakita looks at me and tells me she wants to tie me up and sexually please me more than I have ever been pleased in my entire life. I am so hard my pants feel like they are one size too small. I want to leave the car but I cannot because Nakita is trying to unbutton my shirt. My mind is racing and the last thing I need is a sexual exposure charge in a fancy neighborhood like this one. With my spy agency background I know this place definitely has a private security service that patrols the streets at night.

Finally I pry Nakita off my hard white body and we walk slowly arm in arm up to the front door of the beautiful house. Nakita tells me she is so horney as she looks at me; as she looks through her purse for the house key. Nakita looks drunk as she drops her purse to the ground; and then she tells me she lost her keys or she left them inside the house when she left this morning. Then she says lets go around to the back of the house because she leaves the patio door unlocked just in case this happens. The backyard is exotic and has sculpted iron patio furniture beside a beautiful hot tub and pool in the backyard. The dim lights in the pool make the evening even more romantic.

As soon as we close the gate to the backyard Nakita starts touching me everywhere. We are kissing as we stagger into the backyard. I watch Nakita take off her blazer and pull up her shirt and then she pushes me into a lawn chair and straddles my lap. She is burying her tongue down my throat trying to check my tonsils when she stops kissing me and tells me not to move. Nakita reaches over to her purse and takes out a small bottle of vodka. Nakita takes a huge swig and holds the bottle in my mouth and makes me drink. Over and over we both take turns drinking until we finished the small bottle of vodka.

I feel really sexy and crazy and drink when Nakita tells me. Then she tells me in a sexy quiet voice I love you Charlie and with an ever firmer voice she wants me naked and tied to the chair. Then she starts taking off my cloth, I go to help her and she shakes her head and places a finger on her lips, and tells me no. She is in control and I know this kind of girls wants her way. So I relax and let her strip the clothing off my firm body. Then Nakita takes her skirt and panties off in front of me slowly and goes through her purse. Nakita has a condom in her hand and slides it down Charlie’s erect penis. Nakita straddled my legs again and I am thrust deep inside of her and she is working me into sexual ecstasy. In no time I feel her climax on me and she whispers this is just the beginning of our night.

Then Nakita told me she wanted to feast on me sexually. She grabbed me by the hand and walked me over to the huge metal table patio table and told me to lie down on the table. I am totally naked and under this woman’s spell living in the land of ecstasy heaven. Then Nakita tells me to lay spread eagle on the table. I do whatever she asks at this point in time.

Then Nakita goes over to her purse and takes out hand cuffs and long cloth scarfs. I think this is so kinky and just what I need. Nakita gently handcuffs my hands to a table leg and then ties each leg separately to the other table legs. When Nakita finished I was totally submissive and unable to get free. Then Nakita went over to her purse and grabbed a red small rubber ball and placed the ball in my mouth. She told me to relax as she wrapped a scarf around my face enclosing the ball in my mouth.

When Nakita finished tying me down she told me now it is my turn to get fucked. Nakita slid the condom off Charlie’s cock. She took a cloth and spray bottle out of her purse and wiped off any finger prints on anything she touched. She then told me in a sexy voice she wanted pictures of me rock hard so she could remember this night forever. Then Nakita pulled out her cell phone and the flash of the picture blinded me. Then she called her associate and within two minutes a huge man walked into the patio area.

I am waiting for Nakita to start devouring my cock and then I see Nakita putting her cloth back on. The large man that came into the patio is wearing a mask and started to take his clothing off; and when he was completely naked he started sucking on Charlie’s cock. Nakita kept snapping pictures of the ordeal. Then the man straddled Charlie and slid his had cock deep inside his ass. Nakita is taking one picture after the other and when she told him she had enough pictures; the large man wearing a mask pulled Charlie’s cock out of his ass and moved off the metal patio table.

Then Nakita walked over to me and kissed me on my cheek and told me she was going to miss me. I watched from the corner of my eye as she gathered up my cloth and walked away. From a distance I hear the gate close and then I hear my BMW start. I am just blown away without being blown away. I am so drunk and yet I know if this comes out in the newspapers or on the television news or on You Tube my promotion is done at the agency and so is my chance to marry Monique. I will never climb higher in the spy agency. My gun is in my glove box in the car and my badge is in the wallet taken with my cloth and the bitch even has my cell phone.

All Charlie can think of is the name of the woman that just crippled his career. Hind sight is 20 20 and obviously the little bitch is not Nakita and she took someone’s business card and passed herself off as the infamous Nakita. How dumb can I be; by the time I am discovered who knows what chop shop in Miami my car will be in. Not to mention what will happen to my career when I am found. I am just fucked because she can take the sin card out of the cell phone and my fucken 5 year old BMW does not have a GPS tracking system. God only knows what she will do with my badge and gun. Is this a target program created by the Russians to make a point about their security being better than ours? The more I think the more this head ache is exploding in my brain. I cannot believe these hand cuffs are so tight and I cannot get away.

The sun is starting to come up and the vodka in my stomach is starting to roll again. I cannot believe this; the cramps are mind bending when I finally try to gently squeeze out a fart and shit on the table. The smell is just awful.

I can see the area I am tied up in and thank god the yard is a private yard. I am baking into a red tomato in the sunlight and my private parts are feeling sun burned; and my ass is glued to the table with my shit. I am so thirsty; thank god the small ball is rubber and was not a cloth drying up the saliva in my mouth or I would be dry boarded at the same time.

The sun is setting and I hear dogs barking outside the gate. Then I hear the gate open and before I know it I have a big wet slippery tongue licking my balls. I look up to see a family walking around the corner. They are yelling at the black lab; telling him to stop that and then I hear the woman say I am going to puke; look at the patio table. I am not well and these people wonder what is going on in their backyard. The father unties the scarf around my face and I spit the red rubber ball out of my mouth and hit the man’s fifteen year old daughter in the face and she screams

I tell the people I am a police officer that has been kidnaped and left tied in their backyard. The man tells his children to go into the house; then he helped me by untying my legs. He tells me I need to swing my legs up over my head and do a summersault or he cannot free my hands handcuffed to the table leg. I feel as embarrassed as ever imagined possible as I try to do a summersault with my legs. I cannot seem to stretch my legs far enough so the man tries to help me by pushing on my ass. My dick is in my face by the time I do the summersault and the sight of shit and the stench hits me and I start puking on the ground. This is sick and I just want to get free and wash this horrible smell off of my body.

The man asks me how this happened and I tell him it is a classified operation and I need a shower and to borrow a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt.

After I shower I get dressed and use the nice man’s telephone; I call my partner in the spy agency and tell him to come to the house and pick me up.