Note- Eon Productions own the rights to the James Bond movies, and the Ian Fleming Estate the James Bond novels. This is just my homage to those characters.
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"That must be the biggest poppy field I've ever seen." Said an awe stuck Miss Moneypenny to the other woman.
"Really? And how many poppy fields have you actually seen in your life?"
"Well, none. I'm just saying."
British secret service agents, OO5 and OO7 looked down onto the field of innocent seeming red flowering plants under the canopy of the night darkness. From this high vantage point, the tooled up black ops team scanned the remote area just south of Bodrum. Situated on a peninsula facing the Greek island of Kos the city had a well earned reputation as the pleasure capital of Turkey. The least likely place it would seem for the illicit cultivation of raw opium. Although the Turkish government had in recent times cultivated the poppy for pharmaceutical use there still popped up the odd unlicensed crops.
"How much do you think it's value might be?" Asked Eve Moneypenny to Nomi.
"Five hundred million on the street? Probably more."
Both highly trained agents were dressed in navy blue, full front combat uniforms with night-vision goggles, bulletproof vests and anti-slip leather tactical boots. Each had an SIG-MCX carbine assault rifle with a sixteen inch barrel and extra magazines, and two Glock self-loading pistols apiece. Both in their early thirties, they had razor sharp minds and wits, and a fearless devotion tp duty.
"How many guards do you see?"
Eve looked through the 8x magnifying lens of her Rangefinder monocular telescope and adjusted the night zoom scope. Six armed men patrolling the fenced off perimeter were counted off. Though it was three in the morning, it was a usual Turkish balmy Summer night, and Eve had to blink twice to focus her eyes as both agents wriggled on their fronts under the shadow of darkness.
"Remind me again how many kills you have?"
"Four." Snapped Eve as she stowed her telescope.
"One less than me. Four's not bad for three years in the field, I suppose. Took me just inside of two. Did you count the shooting of James Bond in Istanbul?"
Eve turned to the latest incarnation of agent OO7 and swore that she had a smug grin on her face beneath her face covering.
"Fuck you, bitch!"
"Sorry. By the by, is it true that Bond could eat pussy like no other? That he could make women cream their pants with just a look?
Miss Moneypenny double checked her plastic explosive devices and rose up on her haunches.
"One thing's for sure. You'll never find out, you fucking nympho!"
"More's the pity. Right. Let's do this, partner."
x
Nomi had been highly impressed by M's choice of locale for her and Moneypenny to stopover before their important mission. Greece is filled with hundreds of exotic sands and archipelagos, all with picturesque beaches and a glorious climate. Kos is just one of the islands in the Dodecanese group, famous for it's series of warm-water sandy beaches and sunny skies. The island also boasted of one if the longest summers in the Mediterranean, lasting well into October. So it had come as a surprise that certain drug smugglers were using the touristy spot for their criminal narcotics operations.
"I shouldn't think this mission will be problematic, 007." Said M in his nonchalant manner. "You'll be undercover as per usual, on an exotic beach film shoot, and then you and 005 will slip into Turkey and destroy the hideous crops. Don't be afraid to take all amounts of force necessary to succeed. Should be there and back in three days?"
"Thank you, Sir."
x
Miss Moneypenny awoke as the morning sun filtered through the window of the small room of the three-storey hotel in Kos Town. Just below was the enticing view of the golden stretch of Kardamena Beach. At first Eve had been aghast at M's frugal choice of one twin room for her and Nomi. Two beds sat along one wall, separated by just three feet of space.
And her feelings on the matter had only worsened by the first morning after their arrival from Heathrow. Eve had been woken by a gentle but unwavering buzz coming from the other bed alongside hers.
As she looked over at her neighbour she looked on slack jawed at the naked Nomi, on her back, with her left leg kicked out and her right ankle over her left knee and with a pink pocket vibrator stuffed in her bald muff.
"Sorry, did I wake you? Hope you don't mind, I always warm up my pussy before an all day sex shoot. You're welcome to watch, if you like."
Eve gave the other a look of reproach and got up and tried to block the scene of the cocoa dark Nomi masturbating from her mind.
"Thank you for that totally unnecessary and vivid image. I need a shower."
Eve padded naked to the bathroom, fluffing her hair as she did so.
"Okay. Don't be too long. Hey, did you know you have two cute dimples on top of your ass?"
x
It was but a short walk to the secluded section of the beach chosen by the director of the latest segment of Nomi's undercover story. That being her clandestine role as an online porn star. Using the stage name of Oso Foxxy, the dark skinned beauty was able to travel across the globe using this subterfuge to fulfill her assignments for MI6. It more than suited the hot bloodied temptress as she possessed a high sex drive.
"There they are."
Miss Moneypenny had tagged along as her assistant under the alias of Pat Myars. (say it fast-author).
This current assignment would have Nomi shoot a beach scene with two studs, and later she and Eve would execute their mission across into the Turkish mainland.
"Oso!"
At almost six feet tall, the self confidant Nomi elegantly strolled across the warm sand in a multi coloured robe that touched the beach. Beneath this the long limbed goddess wore the barest of a bikini top and bottoms.
The kind that had the merest triangle of material over her pronounced mound and held in place by two thin string ties at the hips. As she walked in front of Eve the tiny bottoms virtually vanished up the deep cleft between her tight, rounded buttocks.
"Miles, darling. We're here."
"Oso! You look ravishing, as usual."
Nomi made an exaggerated bow and laughed.
"Who is this?"
"This is Miss My-arse. My make up girl."
Eve muttered under her breath and cursed whoever had made up her 'nom de guerre' at HQ.
"And who are these charming fellows?"
Both women eyed up the Greek stunt cocks who flanked the director.
"Meet Peter and Alexander. Rocco himself suggested them personally."
Nomi nodded in approval at the choices made by famous Italian porn star, Rocco Siffredi, now a successful director and producer of adult movies.
Peter had sun-streaked brown hair down to his shoulders and wide eyes set in a square jawed face that had just a hint of shadow. She guessed he would be about twenty two?
Alexander looked a little older and had the type of eyes that crinkled the skin on his face when he smiled. His full beard was neat and newly trimmed for the day's shoot.
