Jane Bond

[cgraven]

Jane Bond


This is a closed thread for Willowrush and cgraven, read along and enjoy


The Major 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, all would remember the other man and not Boris. His looks, his mannerisms, did not draw unwanted attention, he seemed 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, an yet others disagreed violently saying he was not one man, but a code name for a group of men. The truth was he was not any of them, he was a man of average build, athletic, but with a razor sharp mind, that looked out on the world from behind wire rimmed glasses, masking, to a degree, those ice cold blue eyes.

He, like so many others that had served Mother Russia simply faded from site and memory with the breakup of the evil empire. Organized crime offered no appeal to Boris Ivanavich, he was a patriot not a gun for heir. So he had embraced the darker side of Capitalism. Recently several young female agents of MI6 had tried to infiltrate his organization, all had disappeared.

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“M” was at his wits end, who could he now send? It would require a fresh face unknown in the field. He needed a young woman as bait, as the agents being targeting where MI6’s youngest female operatives. They had been taken with an almost surgical efficiency. The computer ran all the names of all the available MI6 employees and one name kept coming up.


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

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“M” Ms. Bond is here.”

There came a soft knock at M’s door almost hesitant.

“Enter!

Came “M’s” brisk reply.


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

“M” briefed Jane on the cartel that was under suspicion of being behind the kidnappings and Boris Ivanavich in particular. “M” told Jane of MI6 belief that they were behind a recent searies of intelligence and economic policies leaks, that where quite embarrassing to Her Majesty’s government. That several young female agents had been assigned to the case, but all had disappeared without a trace.

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

 

[Willowrush]

Jane Bond was good at her work.

Top in her class. Lauded by her professors, and for good reason. She worked harder than the rest. Jane spent little of her time cultivating a personal life - none at all on relationships, beyond the platonic ones she held with her colleagues. And that suited her just fine. Science was her joy, physics her fascination.

So when MI6 reached out and offered her an engineering position in their lab, she leapt at the chance. They couldn't scare her away with the long hours, nor the (assuredly small) threat that her mandatory training as a field agent might one day be put to use. She would be designing incredible devices with the top minds in the nation - and a development budget to match. She could happily spend the next decade or two in their spacious, spacious basement.

And so she was more than a little surprised to find herself in M's office, of all places.

"A... yes, sir." She coughed. "Whatever's necessary, sir."

The first and last time she'd been in a place like that, two male friends had literally dragged their petite colleague through the door, until it was more awkward to leave than to stay. It wasn't as if she had no... appetite, but that was hardly the sort of place she expected attention. Or wanted it. She suspected they'd only brought her because they knew how much she'd hate it. She was certain when a couple men actually came up and flirted at her - put up to it, no doubt. What, was her short hair and lab coat meant to be alluring?

She'd walked out in under half an hour, flustered to wordlessness by the stares. No - no, it was all far too much.

It's a little harder to walk out early when it's the Director pushing you.

And... besides. Someone did need to find answers. If she was the only one available... well. Perhaps she could keep her composure and be in and out quickly.

She only had to walk in and talk, right?

 

[cgraven]

“M” studied the young woman before him. Jane wore her hair short; a pixie cut he though they called it, and it made her look very young indeed. Her wire rimmed glasses slid down her nose and half the time she was looking over them, “M” suspected they were more for show. She had the graceful figure of a dancer; her breasts were well proportion to her figure, and all and all, Ms. Jane Bond was a very attractive young woman and she certainly did not fit the alluring mold of a MI6’s female agent. There was a subtitle innocence about her that would be perfect for this assignment, with the added advantage that Jane had a quick and agile mind, her work in MI6’s labs had more than proved that, it might just be the edge that she would need.

"A... yes, sir."

Jane coughed apparently ill at ease with this new assignment and yet she had signed the The Official Secrets Act and really had little choice in the matter.

"Whatever's necessary, sir."

“M” nervously cleared his throat; his cheeks became a bit rosy, as he continued.

“Ms. Bond, Jane, the “The Bond Unicorn” is a Gentlemen’s club, not a strip club ”

“M” saw the blank look in her stunning soft eyes.

“Jane it is where gentlemen go to indulge their sexual fantasies. These clubs though not illegal under the law, are rather protective of their clientele, the hint of 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.”

Once more he cast an appraising eye on his newest field agent. Jane’s practical attire, which she normally wore, may be fine for the labs of MI6, but not for a field agent, and not for this assignment.

“We’ll have to do something about your wardrobe……… A tailored business suite,………low cut white blouse……..a short skirt……..mid thigh should do……….stalking, garters, and heels…….that should do it Ms. Bond. “

“M” gave Jane an agency credit card so she could buy the things she would need for her assignment. He also handed the young girl the keys to a SHO flat.

“Make the rounds of the Gentlemen’s clubs in SHO, Money Penny will give you there address, just in case anyone checks. But only take a job at the “The Bond Unicorn”…………Questions Ms. Bond?”

“M answered Jane’s questions with a blunt honesty and when it came to clients, and what was expected of her, “M” assured Jane that he would make sure only trusted men would ask for her, using the phrase, I am looking for someone new, someone quite different.

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“The Bond Unicorn” was in a very discreet Edwardian townhouse in one of the more fashionable neighborhood of SOHO. Nothing about the townhouse gave the slightest indication that in fact was a rather high end brothel.

 

[Willowrush]

Her first day undercover had barely begun and she already felt as if she'd been exposed, in that skirt and low white blouse. With a small surge of rebellious sentiment she had briefly considered ditching the damned thing, but on looking around, she had to admit that she would have looked out of place in her preferred strategy of undoing a button on her collar. Perhaps two, if absolutely necessary.

Alright... the disguise was appropriate.

But she didn't have to like it.

She quietly took in a deep breath and straightened in her seat, attempting to maintain some poise and solidify the facade that she belonged here.

Ivanovich. She only needed to find Ivanovich.

Smooth. Smooth and calm. And dangerous. But not to him. Well, indirectly to him, she only needed information, but - oh, hell.

If so many others had been taken, and they with real experience in the field... how did she stand a chance? She should have said no back in the office. She should have fucking said "No." Why the hell did she think she was remotely suited for this? MI6 would have found somebody else if she'd declined. Right? Somebody else who knew how to sit in a skirt and bat their eyes. Intentionally, that is. Not just avoiding eye contact, like she was doing.

Jane plotted out every branch of their interactions she could think of in her head, forcing her features to a mask of composure as her anxiety rose by the minute. Think, Jane. She simply had to play it out.

Too late to do anything else now.

 

[cgraven]

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, was 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 like “The Bond Unicorn” where gentlemen, who were highly placed in her majesty’s government, had proven to be a well spring of information. For those who did not speak freely, then the odd photo of them indulging in their dark pleasures would normally enough to convince them to cooperate. True England was no longer a world power, Mother Russia to busy trying to survive, yet there were still 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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Number 69 Byron Court SOHO was an eloquent Edwardian townhouse of a bygone era . 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. The door chimes also were from a bygone era. The door to Number 69 Byron Court slowly opened and a liveried doorman peered out at her. The man took his time to quite obviously look Jane over from head to toe, his gaze had the effect that he was mentally striping her as she stood there on the door stoop. He didn't ask her why she was there, but instead he simply indicated that she should follow him. Jane was led into a rather opulent office, her chaperone merely said,

"Madame will be with you in a moment."

That said he closed the door and left Jane alone, there to wait for the Madame of the house.

At last the door opened and Mrs. Windom appeared. The statuesque woman took a seat 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. Which of my current girls are you friends with, to know I do need a new girl?"

Mrs. Windom was very professional as she conducted the interview. She made no bones about the business of the house.

"You might do. You're certainly pretty enough, what I need is a hostess, think you can manage that?"

Judith Windom paused only a moment before continuing.

“Stand my dear and remove your clothing. I need to see if you have the goods, to go with that pretty little innocent face of yours.”

It was if her request for Jane to remove her clothes was the most natural thing in the world, after all the “The Bond Unicorn” was a brothel. Judith Windom sat back in her chair her fingers tented before her unreadable face as she waited for Jane to comply with her request.

 

[Willowrush]

Her blood ran cold at the Madame's words. No - no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. She can't...

Jane stood shakily, looking down at the floor as she pushed her chair back slowly. It must have shown on her face, she was far too scared for this not to. Shit. Shit.

They promised. The agency promised. She won't​ have to do anything, just... make it through. Maybe it's actually quite normal for new girls to be uncomfortable in the beginning. Perhaps she doesn't stand out as much as she thought.

Jane straightened and neatly removed her blazer, placing it over the back of the chair. There was a moment's hesitation, and then she smoothly pulled her blouse over her head and unzipped her skirt, stepping out and placing them both beside the jacket before turning back to face the Madame, and folding her hands in front of her with what she hoped was a veneer of calm.

Perhaps this would be far enough.

 

[cgraven]

Boris Ivanavich watched through the one way mirror as Judith Windom interviewed the young beauty that had come unannounced looking for employment. He watched as the girl slowly rose from her chair as Judith sat back, her fingers tented before. Boris smile as the young girl hesitated, then began removing her clothing She had that girl next door look and he found her short sassy hair cut, quite fetching, as she straightened and neatly removed her blazer, placing it over the back of the chair. Again a moment’s hesitation before this young beauty smoothly pulled her blouse over her head and unzipped her skirt, and quickly stood before Mrs. Windom in nothing but her little lacey panties and bra, demurely folding her hands in front of her. She had a healthy tawny complexion, rich dark hair. Yet her most stunning feature were her eyes, a soft whisper of innocence and a hint of mystery, and her lips were full in that pouty, a bit naughty little girl way so innocent and so seductive at the same time of a young beauty that stood on the brink of womanhood. The dark haired beauty’s figure was willowy and slender, a dancers body, that would move with an easy, and a natural unconscious sensuality and a seductive grace.

“Continue my dear!”

Was the Madame’s softly spoken command and it was evident that Mrs. Windom wanted to see the girl in all her naked glory.

“I only heir the prettiest girl’s………..”

Judith looked down at the resume on her desk.

“…...Jane.”

Again Judith cast an appraising eye on Jane as she seemed to hesitate.

“You do want the position……….”

Again she looked down at Jane’s resume.

“………..Miss Simmons’?”

It was clear that the Madame's patience was running thin and Jane’s assignment might be over before it truly began. If she failed, “M” had no one else he could send other than a half trained raw recruit, if Jane did not get the position at The Bound Unicorn”.

“Once you have removed your panties and bar Miss Simmons place your hands at the nape of your neck, and do a slow pirouette so I can see your body from all angles.”

 

[Willowrush]

Jane's gut tightened, but she quietly reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. She held it against her chest with her arms for a moment, before overcoming the fear to let it fall away. A small shudder went through her and she felt something inside her pussy clench... but there was no time to think about the feeling, or what it meant. She placed her bra on the chair, finally exposing her breasts.

Next she reached down to her black panties, and slid them down her legs over the stockings, past her heels, and stepped out.

With a small intake of breath, she gathered herself and lifted her arms into the pose, slowly circling. Jane could feel the sheer intensity with which the dispassionate woman pored over her skin, staring.

When she was facing forward again, she held the position - it seemed to be what was wanted of her - and she held her chin high, watching the woman for a sign she was satisfied.

 

[cgraven]

There was something haunting about this gorgeous young beauty just the other side of the two way mirror, as she stood there in her matching little black bra and panties. There was something about her that tugged at the corners of Ivanavich’s mind, something that he could not quite put his finger on. Yet those thoughts flew from his head as the stunning young beauty reached behind her, and unclasped her bra. A shy little worried smile bowed the young girl’s lips as she held her bra to her cheek. Boris’s attention was now fully on this adorable young creature as she reached down, her thumbs sliding into the waist band of her black panties. There was a slow, sensually, seductive, way in her movements as she slid the flimsy little bit of lace down her legs, over her thigh high stockings, past her heels, and demurely stepped out of them and assumed the pose that Judith must have asked of her and did a slow little pirouette.

When she once more faced Judith Windom, Jane’s hands remained at the nape of her neck, as the Madame of the house had instructed her. Boris saw Judith straightened, and started to stand. He knew Windom’s appetites for pretty young girl’s, the younger the better, and this girl appeared to be quite young. A slow smile bowed his lips as he decided that his gorgeous young creature would not be Judith’s.

“Miss Simmons’s, Jane, we also have several female clients as well, have you ever been with a woman before my dear?”

The Madame of The Bound Unicorn had the sensual fluid grace of a tigress on the prowl as she casually moved around her desk and leaned back against it as she toyed with the alluring Miss Simmons. Boris could see that Judith was about to start her inspection.

The phone on Mrs. Windom’s desk, the Madame held her hand up, requiring silence of the naked young girl.

“Windom here………..

Boris told Judith that he, would personally conduct the inspection of the new girl.

” Yes…….I understand……certainly Sir.’

Judith Windom did not look pleased as she returned her attention to Jane. A moment later there came a soft knock at Windom’s door.

Enter”

The man that entered the room presented a puzzle, his age was somewhere between his mid forties or perhaps his fifties. His hair was ginger in color with a touch of sliver at his temples, his build athletic, and he moved with an easy sensual grace, if he had a flaw it was the glasses he wore. He seemed to pay little attention to the gorgeous young beauty standing there stark naked with her hand clasped at the nape of her neck and her elbows straight out from her lithe young body, as if seeing a naked young girl in Mrs. Windom’s office was the most natural thing in the world.

“Judith who is this charming young creature?”

" Miss Simmons I would like you to meet Mr. Brian de More."


The man apparently the true owner of the Bound Unicorn

“A pleasure Miss Simmons.”

He did not extend his hand to Jane but rather let his dark hazel eyes boldly take in every aspect of Jane’s gorgeous naked body. He made a little motion with his finger for Jane to make a little pirouette for him, and by now she knew what was required of her.

“Miss Simmons what we need is a hostess, I assume you know what will be required of you, think you can manage that?"

As he spoke the man Jane knew as Brian de More stood and came to her, The man hands were calloused, this was a man who had worked with them. The man in the tailored business suite towered over her. His fingertips slid over the sensual curves of Jane’s breasts. He leisurely inspected the firm youthful contours of her breasts, the pad of his thumbs brushing across her sweet rosebud nipples, as Boris determined just how responsive the young girl’s supple lithe body was.

“Very nice Miss Simmons, I see that your breasts are natural, no scares, and no implants, and really have no need for a bra.”

As Boris spoke he slowly began to circle the trapped young beauty. His touch was light, sensual, and perhaps even seductive as he trailed his fingertips down over the sensual curves of Jane’s torso, across the firm curve of her ass. When Boris once more stood before Jane, his hand cupped her virgin pussy and a single finger slid the length of her soft virgin folds. The tip of his finger slipped just within Jane’s chaste young body, to roll her hooded clit under the pad of his finger.

“You are very tight Miss Simmons, I am sure you will be very popular with our discriminating clientele. I'll take you on, on a trial basis Miss Simmons. Fuck up just once young lady and you're back to pounding the streets looking for work”

Those dark penetrating hazel eyes of his held Jane’s soft doe brown eyes captive in his gaze as he continued.

“None of the other clubs will pay you as well as I will. Go home, be back at 9 sharp this evening if you want the position. You may dress now Miss Simmons and oh wear that suit my dear it is perfect for you.”

 

[Willowrush]

Jane's tension at the Madame's approach was broken by confusion when, at a knock on the door, she saw the woman look past her and announce "Enter." Then she froze when she heard a man speak.

"Judith, who is this charming young creature?" Jane's breath quickened as she heard him approach and step into sight.

It was an older man. Tall, with an athletic build and icy, penetrating eyes which inspected her. She flicked her own gaze nervously down and away from his.

"Miss Simmons, I would like you to meet Mr. Brian de More the owner of the*Bound Unicorn."

"A pleasure, Miss Simmons."

Jane gave a polite nod. "Mr. deMore."

He merely stood, staring her over for a moment before indicating with a twirl of his finger that she was to turn again, this time for him. She obeyed, glad to at least get a momentary reprieve from his stare, while the Madame left the room to them alone.

As she faced him again, he came near, too near, and spoke. “Miss Simmons, what we need is a hostess. I assume you know what will be required of you. Think you can manage that?"

In a carefully controlled and measured voice, she looked straight ahead and began to say, "Yes, sir. I can manage," but was interrupted by her own small, sharp gasp when his rough hands went to her breasts and flicked across her nipples. She was too shocked at the action to finish her sentence, and Mr. deMore, unperturbed to manipulate her chest, causing her nipples to tighten and tension to build between her legs.

Finally, he released her and began to slowly circle, towering over her."Very nice, Miss Simmons. I see your breasts are natural; no scars, no implants, and you really have no need for a bra." A shiver went up her spine as he ran his fingertips lightly over her ribs, her back, her ass.

When he stood before her again, he reached between her legs to her clit, and at the touch she gasped and her hips gave a small, involuntary movement in reaction. She looked up again and made the mistake of meeting his eyes, held frozen in place by them as he threatened her.

Finally, he stepped away from her and walked for the door. "You may dress now, Miss Simmons. And oh - wear that suit, my dear. It's perfect for you."

The door shut, and finally left on her own, she dropped her hands and fell forward, bracing herself against the chair and closing her eyes, trembling. She allowed herself a moment to catch her breath, then straightened, reached for her clothes and began putting them back on.

This was an interview, of course they wouldn't have had any way to control what happens here. But tomorrow would be the job itself. She'd been assured by M himself - only trusted men would ask for her. And she could start the search for Ivanovich itself.

Yes, tomorrow would be better.

With a deep breath, she shook it off and walked out of the room.

 

[cgraven]

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.

"Yes, sir. I can manage,"

Was Jane’s gasped response as Boris began his intimate inspection of her youthful charms, he was quite pleased with how quickly the young beauty’s nipples became aroused, and the way her hips at his touch she gasped and her hips gave a small, involuntary movement in reaction. What an adorable little thing she was as she demurely lowered her soft blue eyes from his gaze and blushed the most fetching shade of pink.

Boris’s head was not easily turned by a pretty little face, or a desirable gorgeous young body. He had been a master at using young girls like Jane in a Honey Pot trap. Was this Miss Jane Simmons what she appeared? Yet there was still something haunting about the shy young beauty that nagged at the corners of his mind. Then he simple said

“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 someone like James Bond.”

Bond, the grace of a dancer, those haunting eyes. The years slipped away he was on the 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 stunning young creature was James Bond’s 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 his 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 Mrs. Windom, his gate marred by a slight limp, as he walked with the aid of a cane.

“I am looking for someone new, someone 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 is 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 though a labyrinth of twisting corridors that led down 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.

Had “M” made good on his promise that Jane would have only select clients? Could her really make sure that someone not from MI6 ask for her, demand her to sexually please them, would discover her secret, for a virgin would be unlikely to be a call girl. There was no mistaking the dark smoldering lust in his eyes as he was quite obviously mentally stripping her at this very moment.

 

[Willowrush]

Jane's mind was in motion as they were escorted deep underneath the building.

It was quite the winding path down under the establishment, but Jane was making sure to memorize each turn they took. She was relatively certain that by the time the escort brought them to their room, she could find her way back. A little thinking, and she might even be able to determine her location undergound in relation to the building's foundation. But, there was a more immediate concern here.

Windom had called the man beside her an "old client"... surely that was a bad sign. Anyone who had been frequenting this place for years couldn't be an MI6 plant. Unless... they'd had the foresight to actually keep an eye in the place for so long? Considering its reputation, it might have been useful for a few decades. Perhaps -

There was no use wondering. She didn't have enough information to make a determination either way. Jane would simply... have to wait until they were alone. And be prepared for the worst.

She'd been doing well this entire day, especially considering what she'd been through the day before. But she was really not prepared for Olav to open the door. She straightened and drew in a sudden breath through her nose, eyes widening at the sight of the implements scattered around the room. Then she heard the door latch closed behind them.

Her heart thudded in her throat, but she maintained her outward composure and turned away from the sight to step into the middle of the room and face Mr. Jones, endeavouring not to pay too close attention to what was there and what it might be for. Jane held her hands loosely in front of her in a gesture which seemed polite, but would let her quickly raise her defenses, and watched him to see if she would need to fight.

"What can I do for you today, Mr. Jones?"

 

[cgraven]

It was clear to Jones that this young beauty was an innocent and as much he would have given the world to sample her sweet charms but “M”s directions had be quite clear.

"What can I do for you today, Mr. Jones?"

A sad smile bowed his lips.

“Jane it is not a matter of what I can do for you.”

Jones showed her a slip of paper with a single letter on it, M

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

Judith Windom arched her eyebrow as she too 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, someone 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, someone quite different. 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 night but a stranger with pricing ice cold blue eyes.

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

 

[Willowrush]

Jane was a little surprised to hear that her next contact from MI6 was already down in the room - none of the others had been. Perhaps some plan of theirs had been upset, that the pass-off of messages wasn't ordered the usual way. So while she was wary going in, it was because she expected to be informed a problem had come up.

"So tell me Jane, what is your specialty?"

Her senses perked up at that - no one else has maintained the illusion after the doors had been closed. Something was wrong...

As casually as she could, she shifted into a defensive stance, and considered how to answer his question. This man might still be one of their own - perhaps he didn't realize these rooms weren't bugged.

"What do you think it might be?"

 

[cgraven]

"What do you think it might be?"

Jane coyly responded to the man.

“Well let me see?”

He looked Jane up and down with a critical eye as he drank in her youthful charms. Boris had sent his most trusted aid Yuri to see if he could find out just how far she would go with her little charade.

“Let me think Jane while you do a little striptease for me and I pounder just what your specialty is young lady.”

This tall blonde man was certainly not one of “M”’s clients for her. “M” had seen just had seen the possibility of just such an event and suggested that the little star of MI6’s labs come up with a discreet means that she could signal him, a gold necklace, or pendant perhaps. But even with the signally device it would take time and Jane would have to stall for time.

It must have seemed like an eternity before a soft hesitant knock came at the door of room 12, and Olav stepped inside.

"Apologies Sir, the girls brother has called, her mother has fallen dreadfully ill and has been taken to St. James Hospital. She's needed immediately."

 

[Willowrush]

He wasn't one of theirs - he couldn't be.

She forced a small smile and slowly turned to face away from him as she thought. She had a transmitter, hidden in the small blue pendant she wore around her neck. She'd have to open it and press to send the signal without the man noticing... and who knew how long it would take anyone to get here?

Still, she had to try.

Jane slowly unbuttoned and removed her blazer. She tried to be graceful about the action, but she had no idea what else to do, to look satisfactorily like she worked here.

She looked at him over her shoulder with a small smile and dropped her coat on the floor. It seemed like the sort of thing one should do? And it let her gauge his response. But in the brief moment she looked, his face was unreadable. Cold.

She turned back around and tried desperately not to panic. She had to control her breathing. Don't look off.

She pulled her blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt, then slowly pulled it over her head.

Where was she going to go from here? What does she do? There was nowhere to go from here! There was -

Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door, and it opened to reveal Olav. He'd come back, for some reason.

"Apologies Sir, the girls brother has called, her mother has fallen dreadfully ill and has been taken to St. James Hospital. She's needed immediately."

Oh god - MI6 must have their eye on her somehow. She tried not to show it, but the release of tension must have been palpable.

She picked her clothes up off the floor and turned around, giving the blue-eyed man an apologetic look.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Perhaps one of the other girls will be able to assist you."

She pulled on her clothes and went to follow Olav.

 

[cgraven]

Such a shy little creature this stunning young beauty was. The way she moved the way she teased him without truly revealing her body to him. The way that she blushed the most delightful shade of pink told him Miss Jane Simmons was many things but she was most defiantly not a call girl and she was way in over depth.

Yuri saw her sigh of relief as Olav offered his apologies and brought the dreadful news that her mother was grievously ill.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Perhaps one of the other girls will be able to assist you."

“Perhaps another time Jane.”

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“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 to Judith part in his plan, the part she would be responsible to carry out. 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 Jane. 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 as on Jane’s first day, 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.

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 makeup, 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. Jane was neatly trapped

“Enter…………”

Olav showed Jane to wardrobe and when she was ready took her to room number 13.

”Jane it is our school room.”

Judith Windom leaned back in her chair, a smiled bowed her lips, this time there would be no escape for Miss Jane Bond.
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 world he had now planned 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, unlike the other rooms were the girls entertained their clients this room had closed circuit TV. To all outward appearances it looked very much like a typical school room of an upper class English Private school. Boris and Judith watched the stunning beauty as she sat, very prim and proper assuming the role she had been given. The door suddenly opened and there dressed as a school Headmaster 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.

 

[Willowrush]

Her heart was already hammering by the time she entered.

She didn't know what to do. There was no way she could... she'd never done that before. They hadn't allowed her to take her signal pendant with her, nor did they give her a chance to set it off before being sent down.

She tried desperately to think of a way to get out of this, to avoid...

She couldn't leave. Not only would it blow her cover, she'd never be allowed to make it out of the building.

This was... this was it.

This can't be it, she'd find something. She had to. There had to be a flaw to exploit. There was always a flaw to exploit.

Olav sent her in, and Jane gasped as her eyes widened in horror to see such a high official waiting for her. The first minister? Even her last desperate hope, fighting her way out, had been shattered. She would never be able to get away with hurting such a public figure, never.

She flinched at the sudden sound of the door locking behind her.

"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."

Her chest tightened and she felt herself begin to shudder.

"Take it off, Jane. Every last stitch of it, my girl."

After a pause, she lowered her gaze to the floor and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. When she reached the bottom, her hands shook in the air for a moment before she forced them still, then brought them to her side and undid her skirt, which dropped to the floor. She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, then reached down and pulled off her shoes and stockings.

Jane stood panting quietly for a moment, then closed her eyes and shakily reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, putting it on a schooldesk beside her. Then finally, reached down and slid her panties off her legs and onto the floor beside her skirt and shoes.

She stood naked in the middle of the aisle, arms wrapped around her chest, looking down at the ground and trembling.

 

[cgraven]

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 there were few limits to what he could do with or to Mrs. Windom’s girls, almost anything was permitted, kissing the girls was not. The tip of his tongue moistened his dry lips, oh how he longed to sample the sweetness of her mouth.

His hand brushed back a few strands of silken hair from her angelic face, his mouth watered as Jane’s breasts came into view, they were 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 pink nipples. The 1st bent his head; the stiff tip of his tongue teasingly circled Jane’s areola, and then it flicked across the tip of Jane’s 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 velvet thigh.

Oh she was delightful, the soft sensual blush that kissed her cheeks, the little shuttering gasps, the way her gorgeous body quivered, it was almost if she were a virgin and had never been with a man. He was thrilled 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 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, and slid along her moist virgin 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 to taste Jane for the first time. The leader of the moral right now devoured her delicious pussy with mouth tongue and teeth, and greedily lapping up her sweet dewy nectar as if was a gift from the gods.

 

[Willowrush]

Jane closed her eyes and flinched as the minister brushed her hair away from her face. And when he leaned down, her trembling increased in anticipation. The minister began licking at her breasts, and when he flicked his tongue against the tip she clenched her eyes shut and let out a small, high whimper, her stomach visibly tensing. As he kept going, her breathing got heavier and she began to gasp each time his teeth grazed her nipples. Then the minister slid his hand down along and inside her, causing her to shudder in arousal and fear, turning her head away to the side and looking away as he touched her.

He startled her when he suddenly picked her up and laid her on his desk, parted her thighs and bent down to devour her. She let out a cry at the invasion and curled inward, legs raising and trying to squeeze together, as if to push him away - partially because it felt good, partially because she wanted to run, wanted to resist, but knew there was nowhere for her to go. So Jane hid her face in her arms, not knowing what to do.

 

[cgraven]

“Ah Judith what a innocent little thing our Jane is, see the way she blushes the most delightful shade of pink, the shy little smile at the tender touch for her lover, perhaps her first lover.”

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

They turned their attention again to the monitor. Just as the 1st Minister began to kiss his way up Jane’s quivering body. His body was stretched over the alluring little beauty’s. 1st Minister could not resist the temptation to kiss this gorgeous young creature, the one sexual act that was forbidden to him. Throwing caution to the wind his lips brushed hers, the tip of his tongue sliding along the sensual bow of Jane’s lips, along the even white ridge of her teeth, to plunge into the sweetness of Jane’s mouth. His hand fumbled at his belt his stiff member brushed Jane’s velvet inner thigh, to nestle against her sweet little virgin folds. Her body arched to him as if it had a mind of its own, and as Jane was about to be filled with what her innocent body seemed too 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 enters and escorted Jane’s lover from the room. The man turned once, smiled down at Jane, a wicked smile bowing his lips.

”Perhaps another time my dear.”

and he was gone.

Boris could see how shaken Jane was at her narrow escape. The only question in his mine was would Miss Jane Bond run.