“Ladies, can we please pay attention,” said Dana. She stood next to the chalkboard waiting for the ladies to settle down. They continued to talk. She could hear buzzing coming from several different directions. Dana went to the end of the chalkboard and raked her long fingernails to the other end. All noise stopped except the buzzing.
“It’s nice to have your attention. We have a tight schedule and I’d like to get started. And will all of you who have vibrators or whatever, please turn them off. If you remember we don’t artificially stimulate when we have meetings,” chided Dana
Several ladies sheepishly reached into their pussies and took out whatever they had that was buzzing. Sitting at the extended board table were fifteen of the finest women in the world. Each one could speak at least three languages and they all had Ph.D’s. They also had several women who worked under them. PUSSY, INC. was an exclusive underworld organization made up of only women. The women used their well-trained pussies to combat the evils of the world. They made their money from the coffers of rich evil men.
“You each have five folders representing our new cases. Please open the purple folder. The first is Mah Fong of China. Mr. Fong is operating two of the largest opium plants in the world. We know that he has an underground fortress were most of his money is kept. We have a girl working undercover at one of his plants. Catherine, please turn on the overhead projector and get the lights.” requested Dana
Catherine, was an tall ex-model who got tired of being groped and cheated out of her pay. She had snapped one day and broken the fingers of a photographer. After years of holding her pee while on a photo shoot, Catherine had extremely strong sphincter muscles. Adrian had coerced her into having sex and she had let me finger fuck her pussy. While he was drooling over her 34B titties, she had quickly clamped down on his fingers breaking them. Word had gotten around and she had been recruited by PUSSY, INC.
They looked at photos of Mah Jong, his opium plants and the underground fortress where he kept his money. When the lights were back on, Dana picked up a large white envelope. “Red Ginger, this will be your baby.”
Red Ginger was actually Ginger Yeong an Asian from an unknown country. No one quite knew where she was from. She was small and deadly. Her flowing red locks was the reason for her name. Many man and women had mistaken her quiet demeanor for that of someone passive and lived to regret it.