Jane Bond

OOC: This is a closed thread for CGRaven and myself. I hope those that read it enjoy it!

IC: Jane walked toward the office as she did every day. She loved the feel of a warm summer wind swirling around her and the short walk was one of her few moments in day to think.

She'd just gotten off the phone with her friend Anna who had convinced her that once again going out that night was essential. Jane couldn't help but smile thinking of Anna. Anna was everything Jane wasn't, she was bubbly and outgoing and had a good firm grip of the world by the horns so to speak.

Where Anna was fair with classic golden girl looks Jane was darker with deep chestnut colored hair and dark almond shaped, grey-blue eyes that her father said looked like summer thunderclouds and her lips were full in that pouty way so coveted by movie stars the world over. Jane was willowy and slender with a dancers body that moved with an easy, unconcious grace. She was very much a girl-girl though most of the people she knew wouldn't admit any such thing. At work she was all business and even if her father hadn't been the Agency's top operative everyone at work would have deferred to her.

Jane might be young but she had gotten all of her father's smarts and then some. Jane had graduated from a private High School at 15 and from University at 18. By 21 she had a double Masters in electrical engineering and biomechanics. She was the Agency's top gadget maker and now at 23 was working on a PhD. in Literature simply because she loved books so well.

Entering the office she grinned like a little girl seeing her father back from his latest assignment and flew into his waiting arms with a squeal of delight, "Daddy! How'd it go, did everything work alright? I know I sent you with some prototypes you didn't break them did you? Oh it's good to have you home again!"

James smiled at his daughter and hugged her tight. For all that she was an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of herself James still saw her as a little girl in many ways. She was shy and reserved most of the time and while she was beautiful she never played to it. She wore almost no makeup and her gorgeous hair was always in a ponytail or bun. He'd been thrilled when she met Anna at University and had opened the vivacious young woman would help pull his daughter out of her shell.

With a kiss on her father's cheek they agreed to meet for lunch and went their seperate ways. Jane off to her lab and James to a debreifing. Jane's thoughts that day centered around getting her work done so that she could enjoy her night out with Anna without worrying about work.

James' debriefing took longer then expected though, he had disturbing news and the Agency brass didn't like it. Someone was targeting their female operatives with an almost surgical efficiency.

Colonel was a relic of the cold war. He had been one of the KGB’s most talented agents, a rising star in the world of espionage. He was the complete opposite of his western counter parts. Given a crowd of two people would always remember the other man and not Boris. His looks, mannerisms, did not draw unwanted attention, o he was more of a shadowy spectra then a reality. Some swore he walked with a limp, other that he was a powerfully built man with ice cold blue eyes and ginger hair, other disagreed violently saying he was not one man but a code name for a group of men. The truth was he was a man of average build, athletic, but with a razor sharp mind looked out on the world from behind wire rimed glasses, masking to a degree those ice blue eyes.

He like so many other that had served Mother Russia had faded from site and memory with the break up of the evil empire. Organized crime offered no appeal to Boris Ivanavich, so he now embraced the darker side of Capitalism. Recently several agents from MI6 had tried to infiltrate his organization, none had returned.

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“M” was now searching for a fresh face unknown in the field. He needed a young woman as the targets so far had been targeting their female operatives with an almost surgical efficiency. The computer ran all the all the available agents and one name kept coming up.


Money Penny please have Ms. Bond report to my office.

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“Ms. Bond, Jane please be seated We have a problem and I believe you just the person to help us…….”

“M” briefed Jane on the cartel and Boris Ivanavich, MI6 belief that they were behind a recent set of intelligence and economic policies leaks, that where quite embarrassing to Her Majesty’s government. That several “00” agents had been assigned but all had disappeared.

“Jane we want you to find out if in fact Ivanavich is involved, what his plans are and how deeply he has infiltrated the government. We know he frequents a Gentlemen’s club in SOHO.”

Jane's mind reeled as M talked. She was lost and dumbfounded long before M ever got to the part about Ivanavich frequensting a club in Soho. Her dark grey eyes just looked at M in disbelief for a moment before she stammered out, " M, I-I'm not a field agent. How the heck do you expect me to do this? I'm a lab tech, I make gadgets for field agents but I stay safely settled at home at night."

She couldn't do this. Techinically speaking what Jane had said was true, her classification was a lab tech and therefore M couldn't actually make her take this assignment. Of course Jane was no fool and she had a deep sense of the ethical. If she didn't take the assignment and something bad happened to the female agent sent instead would feel like it was her fault to her...not to mention it just wasn't smart to cross M.

M let her sit and think quietly knowing full well the young womans mind what spinning at a rate quicker then he could guess at, mentally computing all the angles and the few facts that he had given her. "Fine, " she finally said. "Give me the address of the club, my friend Anna and I were planning on going out tonight anyway. She'll be delighted if I offer the name of a club and I can do some recon without looking obvious about it."

“M” and watched Jane her hair tightly pulled back in a bun, her wire rimmed glasses sliding down her nose. She had the graceful figure of a dancer; her breasts were well proportion to her figure, and all and all, Jane Bond was a very attractive young lady and did not fit the mold of most of the female agents employed by MI6. And that fact a long with her quick mind might just be the edge that she would need.

Fine, " she finally said. "Give me the address of the club, my friend Anna and I were planning on going out tonight anyway. She'll be delighted if I offer the name of a club and I can do some recon without looking obvious about it."

“M” nervously cleared his throat, his cheeks became a bit rosy.

“Jane it is a Gentlemen’s club “The bond Unicorn” ”

“M” saw the blank look in her exotic almond shaped, grey-blue eyes.

“Jane it is where Gentlemen go to indulge their sexual fantasies, I am not sure it is a place that you and your friend Anna would want to frequent, even if you could get by the doorman. These clubs though not illegal under the law, are rather protective of their clientele, scandal and all you know.”

“M” paused as he saw Ms. Bond beginning to understand the nature of the club.

“ Besides we need to find a cover story for you and a way to get you into “The bond Unicorn” without arousing suspicion.”

Then with a nervous huff “M” dismissed Jane telling her to enjoy her last evening before her assignment began.

Jane's eyes flew wide and flashed mutinously as M clarified the nature of the club to her. Jane wasn't a prude exactly but she'd led a very busy life (being the daughter of James Bond was never dull!) and hadn't really ever found the time to indulge much in the way of sex. She'd only tried it once as a matter of fact and had found it so lack luster that she hadn't felt the need to repeat the process. She had a collection of erotica that could rival any bookstore on the map but other then that one failed attempt had no actual experience with sex. How the hell was she supposed to pass off as an employee in the Bound Unicorn???

Fuming Jane left the office early, not even telling her father she was leaving, and hailed a cab. Giving the driver the address of Anna's office she sat back and waited. Once there she tipped the driver generously as was her habit and disappeared into a building that was as modern as they come. The elevator took her to the 26th floor where Anna's office was and Jane paused only to ask her friend's secretary if it was alright to go in.

Anna was startled when Jane practically barged into her office looking almost demon possesed. For one, Jane didn't barge anywhere and for another Anna had never seen her friend so angry in all the years she'd known her. Anna quickly finished up her call while Jane sat down and then looked at her friend once she'd hung up. " All right spill it Jane. Was it M or your father? I can't think of anyone else that could piss you off this much."

Jane couldn't help it, she burst out laughing at Anna's question. Only Anna would have known immediatly that it had to be one of the two men that had some power in her life that had riled Jane so much. With an economy of words that was typical of Jane she explained the situation to Anna; the whole situation. M would have her head if he knew but Anna was the one person other then her father that Jane would trust with her very life and in this situation her father would be useless. He's been trying to get Jane into the field for years.

Anna listened quietly then nodded her head. "Come on, we're going shopping."

Jane laughed again and followed her friend out of the building. Shopping and dancing were Anna's cure alls for every sort of crisis. Somehow they helped the petite blond think better and Jane would be hard pressed to come up with even one time that Anna didn't come up with some sort of helpful idea during such an excursion.

The two women spent a lot of money that afternoon, Anna was insistent that if Jane was going to have to play this role that she'd need new clothes. Anna had had a friend at University that had worked in a Gentleman's club to pay for school and Anna insisted that she always had new clothes from her tip money. Jane balked at much of what Anna wanted her to buy considering it too showy or just not her style. The jeans she flat out refused to buy. "Damnit Anna, you know me. I don't wear jeans. Hell I almost never even wear slacks."

They enjoyed themselves and when Jane finally got home that night she fell into bed and slept as peacefully as a baby.

The next morning she reported to M's office instead of her lab.

Boris Ivanavich Lounged in the office of the “The bond Unicorn”. The Gentlemen’s club was the ideal base of operations, its reputation for discretion unimpeachable, and drew the wealthiest and most discriminating of clients. He studied Judith Windom, the Madame of the house, her tight business suite, the sever way she wore her hair bound, and her thigh high leather boots suited her calling as well as her appetites in the sexual realm.

Boris Darling so good to see you in England again.

For a woman in her late forties nature, and her pampered life in the west had been kind to the former KGB mole. An establishment such as “The bond Unicorn” where gentlemen who were highly placed in her majesty’s government had proven to be a well spring of information and for those who did not speak freely then the odd photo of them indulging in their dark pleasures was normally enough to convince them to cooperate. True England was no longer a world power, Mother Russia to busy trying to survive yet their where others that would pay handsomely for the information these Gentlemen possessed.

“Natasha”

Judith she immediately corrected him.

“Judith our friends at MI6 will soon be sending another agent to infiltrate our little business we must not let our guard down .”

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“M’ read the memo again.

Believe I have a line on who might be behind the disappearance of our field agents. Just trotting off to Moscow to confirm.

James.

Dam it what was 007 up to now. “M’ was still fuming when the controlled voice of Money Penny announced Ms. Bond arrival.

“Send her in.”

“M” eyes grew wide as he saw Jane.

Jane couldn't help smirking just a bit at the look on M's face. Instead of her usual flowy skirts and hair in a bun she had work a very form fitting business suit that was just barely on the side of respectable. The skirt was short and showed of her long well toned legs to perfection, the jacket was tightly fitted and accentuated her firm, perky breasts while clinging to her like a second skin. When she say M could just make out the edge of the garter's holding up her sheer black stocking and the shoes she wore with it screamed sex. They had five inch stiletto heels and came up to wide strap that wrapped around her delicate ankles in a way that was reminiscent of shackles. Her hair was flowing loose down her back and she'd added just a touch of color to her lips accentuating the soft pout of them.

In short Jane felt utterly uncomfortable but she knew she looked good. The night before Anna's jaw had nearly hit the floor when Jane had tried this outfit on and the guy at the store had just stopped and stared. Tossing her head to hide her nervousness she gave M her best businesslike stare, the one that usually had her underlings scurrying about, and spoke cooly, "Alright, give me the details and background so that I can get on with this. I want to be in and out of there as fast as possible. What exactly am I going to be expected to do in this place M?"

Jane's voice gave M fair warning that if she didn't like what she heard he just might have to go digging back through the database again. She loved her job but she had enough money on her own, not to mention that the private sector was always trying to hire her away even if that weren't so, that she wasn't about to compromise her morals for anyway. She'd go, she'd serve drinks or something equally as innocuous, gather what information she could and then leave.

At least that was her plan.

It took “M” several minutes to get over Jane’s appearance. She was the picture of a sexy vixen, the perfect combination of sensuality, and aloofness. With a nervous cough “M” began the briefing.

“We believe that “The bond Unicorn” is a cover for an international organization dealing in espionage, gathering information that would prove embarrassing to her majesty’s Government. In the past six months there have been leaks that have caused the most dire of consequences Jane. The only common link so far is this Gentlemen’s Club.”

“M” paused to sip from his glass of water but found his eyes straying to the naughty garter that peeked from under the helm of Jane’s skirt.

“ One Judith Windom is the Madame, she has run the club for the past 10 years, until now the “The bond Unicorn” has been beyond reproach and quite discreet. Jane you must get a position as a hostess at the club, We have persuade a certain cabinet member, as well as other gentlemen to ask for someone new, some one quite different. They will accompany you to your room and then spend the evening with you as proper gentlemen. They and you will be the only one’s who know to all others you will be a lady of the house.”

“M” paused again his eyes this time drawn to Jane’s skin tight blouse.

“Mrs. Windom heir’s only University students, and you are our only agent that can pass for being in University.”

“M” handed Jane the address. Byron Court SOHO number 69.


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Number 69 Byron Court SOHO was an eloquent Victorian house of a bygone ere . To All outward appearances it was one of those old stuffy Gentlemen’s club such as The Army & Navy at Hyde Park. Yet behind its stately oaken doors it was quite a different matter.

Jane was more nervous then she could ever remember being as she approached the house at 69 Byron Court. She'd made the rounds of all the Gentleman's Clubs that afternoon putting in applications under the name Jane Simmons. The Bond Unicorn would be her last stop of the day. Her fingers trembled as she reached up to knock on the heavy oak door.

She'd half hoped that no one would be at the house but the door slowly opened and a doorman peered out at her. The man took the time to quite obviously look her over which annoyed Jane to no end and set her to tapping one heel sharply. Jane despised being looked over like a piece of meat but the doorman simply took her annoyed glance and heel tapping as impatience and finally let her in the door.

He didn't ask her why she was there and that startled her a bit, instead he simply indicated that she should follow him which she did silently. Her sharp grey eyes missed nothing in the opulent furnishing of the house. Finally he led her into a luxuriously appointed office, "Madame will be with you in a moment." That said he closed the door and left Jane alone there.

Now what was she supposed to do? Sighing she glanced around and her gaze was caught by a large bookshelf which she instantly wandered over to. She looked through the titles and was startled to realize that most of the books in front of her were first editions, some very rare. It seemed business was VERY good indeed then.

At last the door opened and Mrs. Windom, at least Jane thought that's who it must be, appeared. Her thuoghts were confirmed when the woman sat behind the desk and motioned for Jane to sit. "So dear, tell me what brings you to me? I haven't even advertised for a new girl yet so which of my current girls are you friends with to know I needed one?"

Jane wished she knew one of the girls here! It would certainly have made her story less suspicious. As it was she went with the story M provided and couldn't help thinking that Matt had better have his shit together and her background covered or she'd kill him later. "None of them Ms. Windom, my name is Jane and I'm new to the area. I've simply been making the rounds of all the clubs today putting in resumes and looking for work. "

The other woman looked at Jane suspiciously before nodding slowly. "You might do. You're certainly pretty enough, what I need is a hostess, think you can manage that?"

" Oh! Yes Ma'am. I'm a very capable sort Mrs. Windom."

"We'll see. I'll take you on, on a trial basis. Fuck up just once girlie and you're back to pounding the streets looking for work. None of the other clubs will pay you as well as I will. Go home, be back at 9 sharp and in that suit. My customers will love it."

Before Jane could say anything else the woman was gone. Jane remembered her way through the house and so simply let herself out. She walked to the apartment provided as her cover and could feel the eyes of her tail on her the whole way. So they were suspicious were they? Well Jane would do her best not to arrouse their suspicions over her. M had taken great care with her cover and placement, even down to enrolling her in classes at the University. Those she wasn't looking forward too.

With a sigh Jane undressed and lay down to take a short nap before she had to return to her new "job".

Boris Ivanavich watched through the one way mirror as Judith Windom interviewed the young beauty that had come unannounced looking for employment. She had a healthy tawny complexion, deep chestnut colored hair, her eyes where stunning with a hint of mystery, dark almond shaped, grey-blue eyes like summer thunderclouds and her lips were full in that pouty, a bit like a naughty little girl. Her figure was willowy and slender, a dancers body that moved with an easy, and a natural unconscious grace.

In Boris’s chosen field the paper trail was the Achilles heel of agents in the field, for it provided a link that could be traced, if not absolutely perfect, flawless, it could spell disaster. He had never been cursed with that problem for Boris Ivanavich had a photographic memory and the more he studied the young woman the more something nagged at the back of his mind, there was something very familiar about her and yet he had never seen her before.

" Oh! Yes Ma'am. I'm a very capable sort Mrs. Windom."

"We'll see. I'll take you on, on a trial basis. Fuck up just once girlie and you're back to pounding the streets looking for work. None of the other clubs will pay you as well as I will. Go home, be back at 9 sharp and in that suit. My customers will love it."

Picking up the wall phone he buzzed Judith Windom.

“Have her followed there is something about that young woman.”

Boris Darling she can’t be more than 20 perhaps 22 at the most certainly you do not think she is from MI6”

“ Natasha!”

very well but it is more likely that this time they would send some one like James Bond.”

Bond, the grace of a dancer, those haunting eyes. The years slipped away he was on a train from Kiev to Moscow, the young ballerina, the dashing James Bond, her whispered kiss to him From Russia with Love. As the memories of that night flooded back Boris’s hand went to his temple and his fingers traced the livid scare where Bond’s bullet had grazed him. There was no doubt in Boris Ivanavich mind that this was their daughter.

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The drawing room of Number 69 Byron Court SOHO was gaily lit. Viscounts, peeress of the realm, ministers and the powerful of England lounged in its opulent splendor.
Every sexual fantasy a man could imagine was there for their pleasure.

Judith Windom clapped hr hands.

Gentlemen this is Jane she is new.

Every eye in the room turned to Jane and a hushed whisper spread through the room.

A very nondescript gentleman in a conservative blue suit, nervously approached the Madame Windom, his gate marred by a slight limp, as he walked with the aid of a cane.

“I am looking for someone new, some one quite different.”

His pale blue eyes shifted about nervously behind his wire frame glasses his pale blue eyes barely able to look at Jane

“Mr. Jones I do believe our Jane may be just what you have in mind. Jane Mr. Jones one of our oldest and dearest clients.”

Judith Windom smiled sweetly as she made the introduction.

Olav escort Jane and Mr. Jones to room number 12.

Olav led them to room number 12 though a labyrinth of twisting corridors that led down in to the lowest levels of the house. The room itself was furnished with a large bed and devices that would have been more at home in a medieval dungeon.

Enjoy your evening Mr. Jones.”

The hulking bulk of Olav disappeared behind the door as it closed.

Olav led them to room number 12 though a labyrinth of twisting corridors that led down in to the lowest levels of the house. The room itself was furnished with a large bed and devices that would have been more at home in a medieval dungeon.

Jane was startled at the sight of the room. Oh she'd heard of such things of course but she'd never actually seen one and the sight of it made her balk even though she knew she was safe in it. If she hadn't recognized the older gentleman's phrase as the very one that M had used in his office she would have been even more worried then the room already made her.

Settling herself into a chair Jane tucked her long legs under her and smiled warmly to Mr. Jones. She wondered if that was his actual name or just a cover. It didn't matter, he seemed a nice enough old man and his own smile was warm and friendly.

Mr. Jones took a seat in a chair across from Jane and they spent the next two hours chatting aimiably about everything from politics to the weather to the antics of his grandchildren.When the time he had payed for was up they wound their way back up through the house and to the drawing room once more. The old man smiled his approval of the girl to Mrs. Windom and left seemingly quite happy.

The process was repeated with three other men that night before it was finally time for the "club" to close. Overall Jane thought her first night had gone well but a disturbing thought had begun to tickle at the back of her mind. How many men could M place in this club? Some of those he sent of course would become "regulars" of Jane's but for how long would she be able to avoid the actual business of this house?

Shaking her head she cast aside such thoughts and chatted quietly with the other girls while they waited for Mrs. Windom to come in and give them whatever tips the customers had left for them. Jane couldn't help thinking that most of the girls were really very nice and was quite startled and just how smart they were as well. In a couple she recognized an intellect on par with her own and wondered how such girls ended up in a place like this.

Finally Mrs. Windom came into the drawing room and gave each girl the tips that had been left for them, minus the house's cut of course. The Madame of the house really was a kind woman and seemed to know her girls well so Jane wasn't surprised when she was asked to remain for just a little longer after she'd been handed her own envelope.

As the other girls went home Jane followed her employer back to her office and settled into the chair across from her desk. "You did very well tonight Jane. Most girls are ready to drop after their third customer of the night and you still look as fresh as when you arrived."

Uh oh, thought Jane to herself. Luckily the girls mind worked fast and she simply gave a soft laugh and a shrug, " I'm a night owl Mrs. Windom. When most people are ready to fall into bed and sleep for three days I am getting my second wind."

The two women talked for over a half an hour and Jane just couldn't get rid of hte feeling that they were being watched. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up the same way her father always said he did when unseen eyes were on him. When Mrs. Windom finally let her leave Jane headed toward her new apartment and once more felt someone following her. She didn't bother to look around though, if they'd meant her harm yet they'd have attacked.

Letting herself into the apartment she fell onto the bed and was asleep instantly without even taking off her clothes.

“Judith have you ever known a girl to be able to entertain three gentlemen and never so much as have a hair out of place, smudge her make up
and her clothing as fresh and unwrinkled as our Miss Jane Simmons.”

Judith Windom arched her eyebrow as she to had noticed Jane’s pristine appearance.

No darling, it was more as if she just sat and read for the evening.

Boris Ivanavich question the house’s Madame was there anything unusual about Jane’s gentlemen, anything they said?

Yes they all asked for someone new, some one quite different.

Judith Windom cursed under her breath what a fool she had been she had made a novice’s mistake in not picking up on the repeated request.

“Natasha tomorrow night our Ms. Jane will find a very different client.”

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Business was slow the following night, most of the evening the girls just sat and played cards or talked among them.

“Oh Jane the gentlemen with the cane has asked for someone new, some one quite differentif. Would you kindly join him in number 12.”


Olav opened the door to number 12

“Sir the girl you requested is here.”

As Jane stepped in to the room it was not the man from last nigh but a stranger with pricing ice cold blue eyes.

“ So you are the new girl Jane? So tell me Jane what is your specialty?”

As Jane stepped in to the room it was not the man from last nigh but a stranger with pricing ice cold blue eyes. Jane felt trapped by those eyes, as if the man could see into her very sould with them. Her father had described a man with eyes like those to her once...Jane pushed that thought away, that man was dead. She tried to focus but found she couldn't, she knew without him saying a word that this was not one of M's men and it took all of her control to push down the panic that was filling her.

“ So you are the new girl Jane? So tell me Jane what is your specialty?”

"I'm afraid I don't have a particular specialty Sir. I'm quite new to this job." She thanked god that the other jobs listed on her resume had nothing to do with this particular business. All were service oriented to some degree but none included working in a gentleman's club or it's equivalent so Jane not having a particular are of expertise wouldn't be that far fetched.

Nervously she toyed with the thin gold chain around her throat, her fingers sliding over the delicate links seemingly at random. The chain however was one of her own inventions and the microscopic electronics within the gold links sent a help message to MI6's main database. Jane's nerves lessened knowing she'd sent her S.O.S. and that in a few moments Matt would call the house with a "family emergency" that would demand Jane leave work for the evening.

Dropping the chain she gave the strange man an innocent smile that curved her lips seductively though she didn't realize it. "What can I do for you this evening Sir?" she asked softly.

Before he could answer Olav knocked at the door once and stepped inside. "Apologies Sir, the girls brother has called, her mother had fallen dreadfully ill and had been taken to St. James Hospital. She's needed immediatly."

Jane whimpered softly at Olav's news, her soft eyes going wide and her lower lip quivered softly. She could have been an actress as she played the moment to such perfection that it would be very hard indeed to believe that she was anything but the worried daughter.

She expressed profuse apologies to the stranger and rushed from the room. Finding Mrs. Windom she apologized even more to her employer then she had to the client. The woman waved it off and told Jane to go see to her mother, family incidents happened after all.

Jane rushed from the house and hailed a cab that did indeed take her to St. James Hospital. Matt was smart and Jane trusted that she would find her "mother" lying sick in bed when she got there. Jane spent the night by Suzanne's bedside like the concerned daughter. Looking in on then it would have been easy to believe that Suzanne was indeed her mother as they looked very much alike which was why Matt had chosen her.

The act and the resemblence were enough to fool almost anyone.

“Judith the girl is definitely from MI6, too many shall we say convent excuses and unless I am very much mistaken she is Commander James Bond’s daughter.”

“Boris darling I am afraid you are correct about our Jane being from MI6. Such a shame really the girl could have made me a fortune.”

Boris tented his fingers deep in thought a plan of revenge slowly forming in his agile mind. A slow smile creased his face oh yes he would have his revenge on Bond, Jane Bond.

Slowly he laid out Judith part in his plan a wicked smile spread across the woman’s face as she nodded her understanding.

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Jane’s next night at “The bond Unicorn” was very much like her first, several regular clients of the club, supplied by “M” asked for her. Their where slow periods where the girl’s chatted among themselves and discussed some of the things their gentlemen had requested of them. Again Mrs. Windom passed out the evolves at the end of the evening. Everything was as it should be nothing to arouse Jane’s suspicions.

“Jane I would like to see you in my office before you leave.”

When Jane was seated Judith leaned back on the edge of her desk.

“So Jane are you settling in all right, the money is not too shabby is it.”

Jane was answering Judith question when her phone rang. Windom held her hand up for Jane to be quite as she answered the Phone.

“Hello…………..Ah darling how good to hear from you…………really it is quite late you know………..no just one girl at present…………….well she is quite attractive, yes I would say just your type darling…………very well.[/i]

Judith Windom turned to Jane a smile on her face.

“Jane you are a very lucky girl, a very good and very generous client will be arriving shortly, and with your mother’s recent illness and the fact you have missed several nights I know you can use the money.”

Judith paused as she studied the alluring young beauty.

“He has very refined taste, a fondness for school girls, really a quite common male fantasy my dear. You’ll just have time to change, now remember you are a school girl so no make up, no jewelry, nothing but your prim little school uniform. Olav will show you to the wardrobe.”

Windom pressed a button on her desk and the mountain of a man that was Olav soon knocked on her door.

“Enter………… Olav show Jane to wardrobe and when she is ready take her to room number 13. Jane it is our school room.”

Judith Windom smiled this time there would be no escape for Miss Jane bond.

“Enter………… Olav show Jane to wardrobe and when she is ready take her to room number 13. Jane it is our school room.”

Every curse word Jane knew in four languages when running through her head as she was neatly trapped. She couldn't refuse to go without losing the job and yet staying meant compromising her own values. If Mrs. Windom had said room 12 Jane would have bolted and told M where he could shove this assignment. A schoolroom though didn't sound so bad and Jane supposed it was about time she tried to learn more about sex. At least here it was safe as Olav was never out of screaming range if something went too wrong.

Her thoughts ran through her head in barely a second and so it seemed as if there was no hesitation when she got up to follow Olav. Her nerves were humming as she changed into the school girl uniform, the skirt was short and the shirt clung to her body despite her slim frame and so she buttoned the blouse completely. Grabbing a hairtie from among the offered clothing she pulled her hair back into a ponytail which only served to make her look younger. Pulling on the knee high socks and sneakers she could easily have passed for a high school senior.

Her own clothing she left folded in the changing room, the necklace deactivated so that even under the closest examination no one would find the electronics cleverly embedded in the golden links. Returning to the hallway she let Olav lead her to room 13 and settled in behind one of the school desks there to wait for the client.

As much as Boris Ivanavich would have loved to be the one to take Jane on her first step form the world of MI6 to a very different word he had now planed for the young Miss Bond this required something special a master, and he had chosen the perfect candidate one well use to seduction of young women.

He watched as Jane entered room #13 to all outward appearances it look very much like a typical school room of an upper class English private school. He watched the stunning beauty as she sat there very prim and proper assuming the role she had been given. The door suddenly opened and there dressed as a school master was the most powerful man in her Majesty’s government next to the prime minister. He had been the leader for years of the moral right.

“Well Jane I see you have been sent to detention again, you have been very naughty my dear and not fit to wear the school uniform.”

The first minister leisurely ran his eyes over Jane’s firm athletic body, the tip of his tongue gliding over his lips.

“Take it off Jane every last stitch of it my girl”

Boris watched on the monitor as Jane rose, would she do as the 1st ministered had told her or run, in which case Olav would shepherd the little beauty into room # 12 Where Judith Windom would be waiting for her.

Jane couldn't hide her shock when the first minister entered the room. She barely followed politics but even the dimmest bulb in the box would have recognized this man, and Jane was no dim bulb. The string of curses that had gone through her mind early repeated itself but in six languages this time as he told her to strip.

Did she really have an option? She could run of course but then her job would be gone and any chance of finding out about Ivanavich with it. And if another agent were hurt afterward? It would be on Jane's head and she couldn't bear that thought. Damn M for getting her into this. Her one comfort was the thought of how her father would tear into M when he got back to England.

Drawing a deep breath she glanced at the first minister and quickly dropped her eyes as a deep flush colored her skin. Her fingers trembled as she undid the buttons to the blouse and slid it from her shoulders. The skirt followed and both were laid across the desk chair. Screwing up her courage she quickly removed her bra and panties as well as the socks and shoes. As an afterthought she pulled the hairtie from her hair as well letting the chestnut mane fall down and around her back, it's length offering some protection here it covers her breasts.

Her body trembled before him and her eyes were as wide as a deers caught in the headlights of an oncoming car as she stood there naked before this man. Her teeth flashed slightly as they sunk into her lower lip to keep it from trembling in her fear and nervousness.

The 1st Minster was exceedingly pleased the way the girl’s fingers trembled, the crimson flush that kissed her cheeks, as she unbuttoned her blouse. This Jane certainly played the part of the young innocent well, right down to the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she worried her full rip lower lip. The Minster knew that where almost anything was permitted Kissing the girls was not. The tip of his tongue moisten his dry lips.

His hand brushed back the girl’s silken chestnut tresses from her breasts, they where not the large breasts that seemed all the rage now days nor where they small. Jane’s breasts where firm, perfectly suited to her dancer’s body, and capped by coral nipples. The 1st bent his head, the stiff tip of his tongue teasingly circled Jane’s areola, then flicked across the tip of her nipple. The man did not hurry he took his time coaxing her nipple to puckered little peak, then his teeth gently grated across the trapped young agent’s nipple. Leisurely he now turned his attention to Jane’s other breast as his fingers now traced idly little patterns on her thigh.

Jane could see the pleased gleam in the first ministers eyes as he watched her reactions. He thought she was playing! But of course that was only natural considering where he'd found her, what he didn't know was that Jane was every bit the innocent she seemed. She was a virgin but that was a technicality more then anything. She'd only had sex once, when she was 16, and the attempt had been so funbling and unsatisfying that Jane had never repeated the experience. She prefered the fantasy of her books to the clumsiness that had been her reality.

When his tongue touched her breast she was snapped from her thoughts and a soft gasp passed her lips. Her stormy eyes widened as she looked down at him in time to see, and feel, his tongue caressing her nipple.

With a soft whimper her body trembled and she felt a warmth she didn't understand coursing down through her veins. She couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that she was feeling arroused at the touch of a total stranger? A fresh blush colored her skin when she felt his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. No one had ever touched her so intimatly before!

A kaliedascope of emotions raged through Jane, everything from humiliation at her position, to arrousal, to fear, to excitement. They all swirled within her making everything more vibrant, more intense to her. Her skin felt like it was humming at every nerve ending. She didn't know what to do and so she simply stood still, her arms at her sides and waiting for instructions as to what he wanted from her.

Just as she was about to ask him she felt those small hairs on her neck rising and she shuddered once more. This time though she moved her head, glancing back and forth around the room trying to figure out why she had the very strong conviction that she was being watched.

Oh she was delightful the blush the little gasps the way her willowy body quiver, he was trilled with Mrs. Windom’s choice.

“You are a very naughty girl aren’t you Jane?”

The 1st whispered as his hot moist breath washed over Jane’s now taunt nipples.

Boris watched as a crimson blush kissed Jane from the tip of her up turned little nose to the tips of her toes. Her breathing was ragged now he watched his nemesis daughter silken thighs parted slightly as the 1st minister’s fingers toyed with the tawny chestnut fleece of her pussy the slid along her moist folds to finally dip into her moist depths.

Boris was a keen observer of people a necessity in his line of work. So the legendary debonair James Bond’s daughter was an innocent and obviously in over her pretty little head. He smiled as the 1st hoisted Jane up on to the head master’s desk and lowered his head between her lily white thighs. His smile broadened as Jane’s body arched at the first caress of the man’s tongue to her pussy, encouraging the leader of the moral right to devour her with mouth tongue and teeth, and greedily lapping up he sweet dewy nectar as if was a gift from the gods.

“You are a very naughty girl aren’t you Jane?”

"N-not normally Sir, " she managed to whimper before his fingers slid along the outer lips of her pussy. As this new pleasure built inside of her she whimpered and couldn't help but rock on his fingers, her eyes glazing and darkening as she looks down at the first minister.

Her body seemed to have no will of it own when he pushed her back to and then lifted her up on the headmaster's desk. She couldn't do anything but lean back and part her thighs gently as he slid up between them. Her flesh quivered under the first sweepings of his tongue and her back arched, pressing up to meet his tongue. "Ohhhhhh," she groaned softly. Slowly her body leaned back to stretch out on the desk, her thighs opening further to him as his teeth and lips attack her flesh. The nipping and suckling on such tender skin driving her mad. It didn't take long for her innocent body to begin to shudder and a low cry announced her release while her fingers clawed at the desktop.

In a daze she looked down her body at the man between her thighs who was lapping up the evidence of her release as if it was the sweetest of desserts. A fresh blush colored her skin and she reached down to run the fingers of her hand through his hair almost tenderly. She was no foolish girl to pin her heart to the first man who gave her such pleasure but she did appreciate it and wanted him to realize that.

There were so many questions she wanted to ask him about what he'd just done to her and how he'd made her feel but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and so she held her tongue and simply smiled shyly to the first minister when he finally looked up from her pussy.

“Ah Judith what a innocent little thing our Jane is she the way she blushes, the shy little smile her tender touch for her lover.”

Boris you are such a romantic, she has the makings of a great little whore, with a bit of training.

They turned their attention again to the monitor. Just as the 1st began to kiss his way up Jane’s quivering body. His body was stretched over the alluring little beauty. And his lips brushed hers his tongue sliding in to Jane’s mouth. His hand fumbled at his belt his stiff member brushed Jane’s sweet little pussy, the tip just sliding in. her body arched to him and as Jane was about to be filled with what her innocent body yearned for a knock came at the door.

Sir, Sir, come at once a news van has just pulled up outside Sir.

The First Minister abruptly rose pulling up his trousers, at Olav’s voice. The hug man enter and escorted Jane’s lover from the room. He turned once smiled at her.

”Perhaps another time my dear.” and he was gone.

”Perhaps another time my dear.” and he was gone.

Jane sighed in frustration and lay still on the desk for a moment to catch her breath. Slowly she managed to push herself up and it wad then that the reality of what she'd just done fully crashed in on her.

Her body jerked slightly as she bit back a soft sob. She would not cry here! Drawing deep breaths she calmed herself enough to slip from the schoolroom and back down to the changing room. Pulling her own clothes on she slipped out the back of the house and through a neighbors yard to avoid the crowd that milled around the news van.

Agains he felt that prickle at the back of her neck that told her eyes were on her but this time she didn't care. She simply walked...and walked...and walked. She bypassed her apartment and just kept going. She took corners at random with no real sense of purpose or direction and as she walked she finally let her tears slide down her cheeks.

How could she had done it? Hwo could she have let herself play the whore? And worse how could she had enjoyed it?! Her father would be ashamed of her...or would he? The great James Bond had slept his way through half of Europe all in the name of Queen and Country. Would he see what she had done as any different from what he did? His was the only opinion that had truly mattered in her life. She hadn't known her motherand recently Anna's opinion had come to matter to her but Anna would see it all as a grand adventure.

With a soft sigh Jane finally started to look around and realized she was completly lost. Fuck! she thought to herself and stamped her foot on the pavement. Here she was a certified genious with two masters, a PhD, she worked for the most prestigious intelligence organization in the world and she'd gone and gotten herself lost. Sometimes she was a total nitwit.

When it started to rain she nearly growled her frustration and started looking about for a taxi or someone she could ask directions from.

Boris Ivanavich watched the play of emotions that flashed across Jane’s face, the way her vibrant young body jerked when the man had so casually left her yearning for more. The shimmering tears in her dark blue gray eyes, the way she bit back her tears as she lay naked and vulnerable on the desk. This was a young woman of deep passions, passion that had not been met, passions unless Boris was very much mistaken that she was not even aware of.

When Jane fled from the house at Number 69 Byron Court SOHO she walked...and walked...and walked. She bypassed her apartment and just kept going. She took corners at random with no real sense of purpose or direction and as she walked, Boris followed slipping from one shadow to another just out of site but always there. The young beauty’s ramblings had taken them far from the posh neighborhood of SOHO to the run down warehouses of the docks down by the Themes. When Jane stopped the fog was rolling in off the river, that thick infamous London fog. He saw the petulant little stamp of her foot, as Jane stood in the dim hallo of a street lamp. Boris could tell by the young beauty’s body language that she was hopelessly lost. The fog rolling in off the river robbing her rapidly of any chance to find a land mark so she could orientate herself. Silently Boris slipped across the street under cover of the mist, walk up a block before crossing back. Coming back down the street making no effort to conceal his approach Boris walked toward the dim halo of light and our young heroine. He walked with a slight limp as he entered that dim halo, was just abreast of Jane, when he stopped and turned.

“Jane, Jane from Number 69 Byron Court SOHO what are you doing her dear? This is a rather dangerous neighborhood and no place for a young lady at this time of night.”

A strand of Jane’s rich lustrous chestnut hair clung to her cheek in the damp drizzle. The rain accentuating her form fitting business suit that was just barely on the side of respectability. The short skirt clung to her long well toned legs, and the jacket was tightly fitted accentuated her firm, perky breasts while clinging to her like a second skin. Boris icy blue eyes smiled into hers as he savored the erotic picture the poor drowned little kitten presented.

“Jane come with me I have a loft no far from here, at least you can get warm and dry yourself my dear.”

Boris’s voice was soft filled with concern, and totally disarming slowly his hand brushed the strand of hair from Jane’s cheek. He knew that the young woman was confused and very vulnerable at this moment and he would take full advantage of it.

Jane was startled when the man with the piercing blue eyes came out of the fog. Instantly her guard went up and her face became a cool mask to hide the emotions swirling through her. He said it was a dangerous neighborhood so what was he doing here?

“Jane come with me I have a loft no far from here, at least you can get warm and dry yourself my dear.”

Jane was about to make a smart quip when he reached out and brushed the strand of hair back from her cheek. His touch was electric and made Jane gasp softly. She couldn't hide the surprise that sparked in her eyes when such a simple touch sent warmth coursing through her so newly awakened body.

Damn, the minister must have left her even more frustrated then she'd thought for her to react so strongly to a perfect stranger. She shivered at the cold that was seeping into her very bones from the fog and the rain and looked up into those blue eyes that seemed to try and peer into her very soul.

This man was a client of Mrs. Windom's so he wasn't likely to try and hurt one of her girls, hell he might even think that helping one out of a jam would carry some weight with the woman and perhaps he'd get a discount some night. From the amount of time she'd been walking she'd bet his place was much closer then hers and so she finally nodded.

"Thank you Sir, the chance to get warm and dry would be appreciated. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name the other evening when I was called away so quickly, might I ask what it is now?"

Jane turned slightly and motioned for him to lead the way, a shy, grateful smile on her lips.