Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond
Jane Bond, daughter of famous British spy 007, spent a frustrating third morning in her new job at MI-6, British Intelligence. Her first mission since graduating from the British spy academy, was to find the elusive terrorist arms merchant called W, and stop him from making his next arms deal.
Jane had discovered that W had also attended the British spy academy, class of 1987, calling himself William Washington Walker in those days. His wife had also attended the spy academy at the same time, and then went by the ludicrous alias of Wendy Warmcox. That was all a good start, but after spending her entire third morning crunching through The Agency's massive database, she was still no closer to finding the real names, or current whereabouts, of William Walker or Wendy Warmcox. So Jane was relieved when it was finally lunch time, and she could take a break in the agency's cafeteria.
The only table available in the small, crowded cafeteria was next to the bar (it went without saying, that MI-6's cafeteria, established by notorious old-school womanizers such as her own father, had a bar). Jane would normally not have accepted sitting so close to so many swaggering male spies, bragging about their latest female conquests, as they consumed their three-martini lunches. But after the unproductive morning that she had just suffered, Jane was too tired and frustrated to find another eating establishment now.
As Jane sat down to eat lunch, she overheard a group of young male spies at the bar, talking about their recent graduation party, held in Vienna, Austria. Jane knew from her father's stories, that Vienna had been a favorite hangout of Cold War spies, both eastern and western. Spies on both sides had enormous respect for each other's professionalism, and in neutral Vienna, they could break bread and share a drink, without being suspected of sharing each other's national secrets.
An older spy at the bar, slightly inebriated, piped up "Aww, you kids don't know the first thing about wild graduation parties. You know, when we first set up the Academy, one of our senior spies STARTED the tradition of graduation parties in Vienna. Now, HE knew how to throw a party!"
The younger spies laughed. "And who would that be, old man?"
"Double-Oh-Seven. James Bond," he stated flatly, in his best Jack Webb "Just the Facts, Ma'am" voice, tinged with both triumph and reverence.
"James Bond?" the boys whispered in hushed tones of great reverence.
Jane couldn't help butting into this conversation. Turning to the older spy, she challenged, "Oh, what would YOU know about my father?"
"Your father?" one of the younger spies chimed in. "Do you mean that you're--"
Jane pushed her chair back, stood up, and extended her hand to shake the young spy's hand.
"Bond. Jane Bond." She had always wanted to say that!
One of the young and inebriated spies asked, incredulously, "YOU'RE Jane Bond?"
"In the flesh."
"And VERY nice flesh it is!"
"Thank you. Play your cards right, and maybe I'll show you MORE of this flesh," Jane smiled and winked saucily, knowing that not one of these young spies would ever get a thing out of her, when her Brad was a far better lover than any of them could ever be.
The older spy lightly touched Jane's hand, bowed, and in a gesture of attempted gallantry that didn't quite work in his drunken stupor, kissed Jane's hand. The younger spies snickered over his botched attempt at a quaint, old- fashioned gesture, but Jane felt mildly flattered.
"I'll tell you what I know about your father, young missy," the older spy slurred. "One of the last parties he threw, was one of the best. It was for the class of 1987."
