Bond-age M/T

Postby LordNelson » Tue Aug 22, 2017 1:23 pm

Shiina looked into the mirror one more time. The pale blue eye shadow was subtle, the eyelashes were jet black and long and slightly curled, the rouged cheeks had a natural looking blush and the lips were pale pink and sensually moist looking. The hair was shiny and sleek and thick and curly.

Finger and toe nails were manicured and pedicured and painted blood red. The long legs and arms had an expensive fake tan that looked natural. The dress was tight in all the right places. Shiina felt odd without underwear but it would have made unsightly creases in the snug dress. Black open-toed pumps with three inch heels completed the ensemble.

It had cost the better part of a week’s wages to accomplish this look but it would be worth it if it impressed the right people. The top local modelling agency had an open call at the fanciest hotel in town. All of the aspiring super models in the city would be there and Shiina would be one of them.

The last of Shiina’s money went to hire a taxi, there would be no riding a bus looking like this. At the hotel Shiina made a grand entrance. Mimicking many famous beauties who had gone before the long legs exited first and caught everyone’s attention as the heels hit the sidewalk with a click. Then there was the slide across to the edge of the seat with the short hemline showing lots of leg.

The doorman sprinted quickly to offer a hand which was accepted with a wink and a smile. Shiina stood up and paused for effect giving everyone a chance to check her out which most of them did. There were some other aspiring models who studied the competition. There were some lusting men who were calculating the odds of being with a beauty like that. There were anxious wives who steered their distracted husbands away.

Shiina smiled at all of them and then strutted. On an occasion like this you do not walk, you strut. You strut with confidence and strut with style. You place each step in such a manner that magnetism oozes from you and all eyes are drawn to you. Shiina had watched a dozen old movies and studied the best…Marilyn Monroe…Audrey Hepburn…Grace Kelly. Every movement, every pose, was a tribute to the most beautiful women who had ever lived.

Shiina entered the lobby and paused once more for effect. Once all eyes had been drawn the strut continued. Shiina started towards the Grand Ball Room where the competition was to be held. At the same time, on the far side of the room, the elevator doors opened and out stepped the only person in the building who could draw attention away from Shiina.

He was tall and incredibly handsome and impeccably groomed. He wore a black tuxedo and a shirt that was as white as newly fallen snow. His black bow tie was perfectly straight and a red rose adorned his lapel. He stepped out of the elevator and studied the room with a cold stare. A small smile barely moved the corners of his mouth when he saw Shiina.

Moving quickly and deliberately he crossed the room to intercept. His demeanor was hard and calculated until he made contact. With a slight bump he jostled Shiina. Suddenly his face lit up and he was all friendliness and apologies. With flawless manners and refined concern he asked in a sexy British accent if Shiina was okay and admitted guilt for the collision. His blamed his haste for this unfortunate accident.

He graciously offered to make amends over a drink in the lounge. Shiina looked at the time and then looked at the example of masculine perfection that was more than enticing. The ball room could wait a few minutes and a quick cocktail could result in the arrangement of a rendezvous later.

He told the bartender ‘Give the lady what she wants’. Shiina asked for a Shirley Temple with two cherries. ‘A medium dry vodka martini with a twist of lemon for me’ was his request ‘shaken, not stirred.’

He picked up the drinks and directed Shiina towards the table for two closest to the exit. They sat and chatted and sipped. His story was that he was from England, here on business, imports and exports. Shiina's story was mostly bullshit and not worth mentioning.

They giggled and flirted and Shiina began to feel lightheaded. When Shiina tried to speak and couldn’t he took hold of an arm and stood up. Towing Shiina along by the elbow he quickly headed out of the exit and towards the elevator. ‘She’s had too much to drink’ he laughingly told anyone who noticed the wobble and wiggle of the tipsy one in the high heels.

He closed the elevator doors before anyone else could get in and pushed the button for the private penthouse. He propped Shiina up against the wall before there could be a limp slide to the floor. Once they were at the top floor he had to put his drugged guest over his shoulder.

Shiina woke a short while later tied to the big four poster bed. Ankles and wrists had been securely bound with golden cords pulled off of the curtain rods. An improvised gag of a wash cloth and necktie ensured silence. The handsome Brit stood beside the bed.

‘My name is Bond, James Bond’ he said ‘and I’m an agent in her majesties Secret Intelligence Service. I know that you are Marina Checkov and you are representing a Russian arms dealer here in the USA. You will tell me the location of tonight’s auction. I remind you that I have a license to kill and if you don’t tell me what I want to know I will be forced to ensure that you can’t tell anyone else.’

He pulled his Walther PPK pistol from his shoulder holster, screwed on a silencer and removed the gag. A woozy Shiina had become clear headed in a remarkably short time once being killed was mentioned.

‘I’m not this woman you say I am’ said Shiina ‘you have the wrong person.’

‘I don’t make mistakes’ he said aiming the pistol at Shiina's head ‘convince me.’

Shiina did the only thing that could be done.

‘Put your hand up my dress.’

The request was not as odd as it seemed. On more than one occasion a desperate enemy had tried to bargain for her freedom with her body. He preferred to rely on his charms to seduce but was not averse to getting some action by any means possible.

He placed his hand on her knee and then slowly slid it to the inside of her thigh. It advanced upwards and under the dress. It came out much quicker than it went in.

‘What the bloody hell is going on here?’ he shrieked ‘you’ve got a pecker!

‘I’m not the woman you want’ said Shiina ‘actually I’m not a woman at all!’

‘On behalf of her majesty and myself I deeply and sincerely apologize’ he said with an embarrassed tone ‘I’ve never made such a mistake before. Please accept my heartfelt apologies and I would hope that you will say nothing that will jeopardize my mission.’

‘You have my word’ said Shiina. ‘Really other than the death threat it’s been a lot of fun. Do you have to untie me right away?’

He thought for a moment.

‘I really blew this’ Bond said with a grin as he started to remove his clothes ‘I don't suppose a little more blowing is going to do any harm?’
Last edited by LordNelson on Wed Aug 23, 2017 3:45 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Bond-age M/T

Postby Shiina » Tue Aug 22, 2017 1:58 pm

Really good and it was a total surprise to have James bond as the captor for this one

Re: Bond-age M/T

Postby LordNelson » Wed Aug 23, 2017 3:46 pm

Shiina wrote:Really good and it was a total surprise to have James bond as the captor for this one


Which of the many James Bonds do you imagine this to be?

Re: Bond-age M/T

Postby Shiina » Thu Aug 24, 2017 7:17 am

Sean Connery I find him to be cute in the movies

Re: Bond-age M/T

Postby LordNelson » Thu Aug 24, 2017 11:42 am

Shiina wrote:Sean Connery I find him to be cute in the movies


He's my favorite Bond too. Anyone else have an opinion?