The Chief boldly strutted up to the reception desk outside of the secure meeting rooms at Control Headquarters, with Max following in his wake.
"We're here for the secret meeting," he announced to the receptionist who consulted the diary on her desk.
"What's the meeting about?" she asked.
"I can't tell you," stated the Chief bluntly. "It's secret."
"Well if you don't know what the meeting is about, what will you talk about?"
"
I
know what the meeting is about. But I can't tell
you
," spat the Chief, exasperated.
"Well if you don't tell
me
then I can't let you onto the room, can I? How would I know which meeting room is yours? "She fingered down the diary page. "Nuclear codes, the submarine strategy, the brown note research. It could be any of them."
Max leaned forward to address the receptionist directly. "It's the meeting with Agent 99. She should be here already."
"Well why didn't you just say so," replied the receptionist expressing relief, pressing the button under the desk which opened an opaque glass door. "Head right in."
Max and the Chief fumbled in the dim room, feeling the walls for light switches. A long board table ran down the centre of the room and on the far end of the table hung a dark cone, suspended from the ceiling.
Soft moans emanated from the cone and the lower torso of a form wriggled on a chair. "What's going on?" called out the Chief as his eyes suspiciously searched the room.
Max found the switch and as bright lights dazzled the room, the device started to rise. Agent 99 spun around in the chair to face the men as the cone lifted, and she hurriedly retrieved her hands from under her skirt and patted the fabric down onto her thighs.
Her cheeks were as red as her scarlet lipstick, and she spoke in a flustered way. "Oh Chief, Max. Hello. I was just doing a little research in the cone of silence."
"Yes, I see," said the Chief seriously. "As it turns out, we've discovered that it's not really silent, is it?"
"I guess," said a shy Agent 99, standing and smiling. "What are we here for, Chief? Why have you called us in?"
"I'm glad you asked, Agent 99. Take a seat." The Chief sat at the head of the table with Max and 99 sitting on either side, facing each other. "We have captured a renowned Kaos spy, and we need to extract everything they know."
"Who is it Chief?" asked 99.
"I'll bet it's the Pirate of Stalingrad. Or maybe the Stalker of Warsaw. Or possibly even the famous Schlong of Hong Kong. Am I close Chief?"
The Chief rolled his eyes. "No, it's Valerie Romanov."
"Oh my!" exclaimed 99. "That's wonderful work. We've been trying for years. That's a great achievement Chief. You know about Valerie Romanov, don't you Max?" Agent 99 smiled cutely at Max and her foot slid up Max's leg and landed directly on his crotch.
Max's eyes shifted left and right. He couldn't admit ignorance of this spy. Max was the top spy at Control, and to admit any weakness, especially to a female agent would be just too embarrassing. "Of course. The old Valerie Romanov."
"Good. I'm glad we understand," said Chief. "The prisoner is in Interrogation Cell 12. I'll just leave you to it. And Agent 86, Agent 99 - be careful. We all know what happened last time."
"Yes Chief," the spies signed off in unison as the Chief left the meeting room.
Agent 99 faced Max, standing close. She trailed her finger down Max's chest and batted her eyelids. "This could be fun Max. What do you think?"
"I think I should get some of my best interrogation devices before we start 99. You head down to the chamber. I'll grab some things from my desk and meet you there." With that, he turned on his heels and headed straight through the door. Agent 99 sighed, and headed out of the room too.
When Max eventually found his way deep below ground to the interrogation room, Agent 99 was waiting impatiently, leaning against the door and twirling locks from her bob with her index finger. "Oh Max, it's all ready. I've prepared her."
"Her?" said Max confused. "I thought Valerie was a man's name."
"No silly!" laughed 99. "Its Valerie Romanov. You know, the Beartrap of Moscow!"
"Well that puts my torture options out of contention," said Max as he pulled contraptions out of his pocket. "The dick splitter. The nut cracker. And my favourite - the death sounder." He fondled a long slender Bakelite rod.
"Hmm maybe. Why don't I look after that one?" offered 99 as she took the sounding rod from Max.
"Remind me - why is she called the Beartrap of Moscow?" asked Max, perplexed.
"Oh Max, you are so funny. Surely you know!" 99 smiled as she opened the door. Not wanting to be embarrassed again, Max just followed along. Upon entry, they were met with the view of a stunning woman lying spreadeagled on a low steel bench. Her wrists and ankles were restrained and she had a gag stuffed into her mouth. Her body writhed from side to side in a futile effort to loosen the bonds. Max could not see her face as her head tilted backward. He stared directly into her open pussy which was made even more visible by the way her legs were pulled apart by the bindings.
"Well, now I can see Valerie is definitely a
she
" said Max needlessly. "Look at that pussy!"
"Kaos is very good at disguises Max. You can never be sure," warned 99.