She always hated these missions. Make-up, wig and all the prissy trappings were never her bag nor was the... "work" involved in these covert operations. She positively h-a-t-e-d these missions. Why couldn't Cobra do something normal like, world domination? Whatever happened to that? Clean, good old fashioned "Take over the world, nyah-ha-ha" kind of stuff. She longed for the good ol' days. She H-A-T-E-D these missions.
Adjusting her g-string between her ample, fleshy cheeks, she reminded herself... "I only have to do my husband. I only have to do my husband. I only have to do my husband." snapping the string uncomfortably into place, she sighed heavily. "In front of like a baJILLION people I only have to do my husband. Riiiiiiight."
Looking up over her shoulder at his smirking reflection in the mirror, she tried to adjust her open demi cup bra under her cream coloured mounds without smearing the cherry flavored nipple gloss. She grimmaced at the thought of just where they were going and what this would entail.
"Oooooo baby!!!" Flint groaned as he rubbed his crotch through his jeans.
Jaye rolled her eyes, attempting to see him clearly through the fluff of fake lashes. "Puhleeze." she huffed.
"No, babe, really... you are smokin' HOT!!!"
"Uh-huh. You always say I'm 'hot'. Only difference now is that a-g-a-i-n, we're going into weird-assed territory with Cobra."
"Honey, there is nothing even remotely 'weird' about your fine ass!" Flint whispered as he caressed her sides from behind her.
Sighing deeply, Jaye walked toward the closet.
"Honey, c'moooooooonnnn..." he said.
"No! Don't you 'Honey' me Dashiell!" her left breast jiggled against her arm as she pointed an accusitory finger at him. Groaning in dissapointment at the shiny cherry smear, she pulled a tissue from a box on the dressing table to dab away the excess gloss.
"You said last time that that would be IT!!! NO MORE of these!" she yelled as she wiped. "Yet, here we are! Back in Cobra FREAK land!"
"Allison, honey please..."
"Fah REEK land!" she enunciated slowly.
He could only try not to become even more aroused by her anger which, to him, only made her more beautiful than ever.
"Sweetie, I promise this is the last time, okay? The very last."
Lady Jaye glared at Flint, hands on her hips, her exposed breasts bouncing with the move, her glossed nipples shimmering in the dim light but the look of threat she was going for was considerably lost due to her sexy underthings, and her serious expression was tilted more towards "come hither" than "go to hell" with her over the top make-up.
"I am one lucky bastard." thought Flint.
Jaye harumphed as she chose a skimpy red lace spandex dress from the closet.
"Whore of Babylon Collection." she muttered to herself as she bent to stretch the fabric over her curves.
"One REALLY lucky bastard!!!" thought Flint.
She glowered at him while she donned her red patent leather stilletos.
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Being briefed by Duke in the car on the way to the club didn't really help Jaye's disposition.
"Okay Joes, you'll be entering the front with the rest of the invited guests. You'll be expected to..."
"Yeah, yeah." Jaye interrupted the comlink of Duke. "Expected to be the bumbling Euro-trash whore with her dashing American boyfriend, as usual."
"...uhhhh... well I... uhhhhmmm... " stuttered Duke. "well, it's not exactly like th'"
"Well what is it like then Duke? Hmmm?"
Flint shifted uncomfortably as he drove while his wife and best friend continued their disconcerting tete a tete.
"Look Jaye, I..."
"That's Lady Jaye to you." she said icily.
"uhhhh...look, the mission is pretty much the same as last time so that's really all I need to say ok? Ok!" Duke rambled quickly. "Control out bye!"
The two operatives rode in silence for a series of miles. Uncomfortable silence. Silence so very very uncomfortable that Flint thought he'd really rather ride it naked and lubed through a minefield of uuber horny gay lumberjacks struck by gigantism disease. He thought about telling Allison the extent of this, his version of proof of his love for her but as he opened his mouth to speak, turning his head as he did so, he caught the glimmer of light bouncing off of one of her eyes as she glared unblinkingly at him and thought better of it.
Pulling into a circular drive moments later, he looked at her again.
She had a smile, albeit fake, plastered to her face and turned to grumble between clenched teeth;
"If you so much as let one of those freaks touch me or even think about touching one of them, so help me, you'll 'Yo Joe' in soprano from a maximum security hospital bed through a tube. Are we clear?"
Flint gulped nervously while nodding.
"Yeah honey, all clear!"