Note- I do not make any claims to the characters by the names of James Bond and Miss Moneypenny. This is just a fun spoof. Featuring Naomie Harris as Moneypenny. Lashana Lynch as Nomi, and Monica Bellucci as Lucia Sciarra.
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Miss Moneypenny in 'Pussyraker.' Part One.
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"You must be joking!"
"I never joke about our work, OO7. You're looking at, or rather the remains of, the world's first invisible motor car. The Aston Martin Vanquish. Or Vanish, according to James Bond who wrecked the bloody thing. The man had little respect for the vehicles and gadgetry provided by Q Branch. They were invariably destroyed in one way or another. Quite unprofessional if you ask me."
Nomi looked at the bespectacled and tousle haired Q and shrugged. She ran a hand across the body of the car and marveled at the workmanship. Q flicked a switch on the remote control in his left hand and the car shimmered and simply vanished from sight.
"That is amazing."
"The result of superb British engineering. Adaptive camouflage. It has tiny cameras on all sides that project the image they see onto a light emitting polymer skin on the opposite side. To the common observer it appears to be invisible."
"I would never believe it if I didn't see that with my own eyes."
"Quite. And now, we've extended the technology to one of the RAF's finest fighter jets. The F-35 Lightning. One of the most lethal and survivable jets in the world today. It already has stealth abilities, but if it uses our sophisticated cloaking device, it will possess the unique potential to completely evade enemy detection and enter contested airspace."
"An invisible airplane. Wonders never cease."
"Exactly. The F-35 is a multi role machine, capable of air to surface warfare, intelligence gathering and air to air missions simultaneously. It has short take off and vertical landing capability which allows it to operate from aircraft carriers wherever and whenever needed."
"Is that even plausible?"
"It is, and it is done. We have a prototype prepared for secret testing in a week. It's location is top secret of course. The testing site, and even the very existence of the aircraft, must remain undetected and assured. And that is where you come in, OO7."
"Oh? I'm to be a babysitter to a bloody plane!"
"It's imperative the testing is safeguarded from any rivals or antagonists. M has it on reliable authority that the testing date and site is already known by, the competition."
"The Russians?"
"Seems so. We need you to fly to Malta tonight."
"Malta? That's where the airplane is?"
Well, on the Island of Gozo, actually. It's rather nice there I've been told. The wife went there with her sister once. Nice folk."
"Bloody Malta. And what is this operation called?"
"Operation Black Vulture. That's the code-name of the plane. And good luck."
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Three days later.
Miss Moneypenny looked ravishing in her chosen evening dress of a floor length scarlet gown that had a enticing slit up the left leg to upper thigh level. The figure flattering dress had a delightful off the shoulder beaded lace bodice and a tight, curving chiffon skirt. Her hair was loose and flared out at the base of her bare neck. Her athletic figure was lean yet womanly. Toned yet also soft.
"This way, madam." Said a member of staff.
The classy Giannini Restaurant was an excellent choice for dinner, seeing that it was situated in the Malta Capital of Valetta. It boasted good service and nearly every table had a panoramic view of the City.
"Thank you."
Eve took one last look at herself in a hall mirror and entered the restaurant, her black heels clattering on the hard floor. She was led to a table where Max Leiter was already seated. Her scarlet lips widened into a satisfied grin as his eyes widened at how her gown hugged her curves and left little imagination about his intentions later.
"I feel a little overdressed."
"Something I shall rectify after dinner."
Eve raised her left brow and drank from a glass of water. Leiter had also gone out of his way to impress and looked splendid in a dark suit and red tie. Even beneath his buttoned white shirt his body appeared lean and muscular. She met his gaze and parted her lips, recognising the burning desire for her in his eyes and voice.
"I ordered a bottle of the South African Sauvignon Blanc. I think you'll like it."
Eve smiled and sat back to take in the elegant ambience of the family run diner. Something she hadn't expected in Malta.
"You left pretty sharpish after we made love in Tanzania."
"I thought I made it clear that it was just a one off as a thank you. I did enjoy our encounter, but that's all."
"Really? I've thought about you every day since."
The British secret agent blushed and felt a dull ache between her legs as she too recalled that one time. The son of CIA agent, Felix Leiter, Max had followed in his father's footsteps and had become just as successful covert operative as he had been. On a recent solo mission in Africa, Leiter had saved her from the hands of the Russian Mafia, and they had consummated their friendship in bed straight after. It was to her great surprise that he had turned up in Malta at the precise time the Black Vulture was to be tested. The exact time no less, that M had suggested that she fly out to support OO7.
"Would you care to order?" Asked a waiter.
"Sure. I'll have the Aberdeen Black Angus beef fillet. Eve?"
"It all looks good. Maybe the local line caught Sea Bass?"
"Superb choice, madam."
"Miss. So," she continued once they had ordered. "What brings you to Malta?"
