Not everyone's problems deserve solving, and Asia was quite selective with which jobs she chose to take on. Currently, she was sipping on a latte surfing on the dark web at a busy café in an undisclosed beachside town. Though she was dressed down by her standards, a wrap with a one-piece dark blue swimsuit, strappy sandals, large brimmed hat and dark sunglasses, the windy conditions would provide flashes of leg and signal like a flag the presence of the breathtakingly beautiful brunette. Her one piece did nothing to hide the dangerous curves beneath. Her hourglass figure and soft skin only masked the well-honed muscles beneath. Asia had the flexibility of a Pilates instructor, the strength of a coiled anaconda, the fighting skills of a black belt, and the sexual prowess of a sultan's harem. An occasional pedestrian would walk into stationary sign their attention too focused on the brunette sitting by the busy street.
Currently, she was reviewing the specs of a new supercomputer that was being assembled by an arms dealer.
"What would an arms dealer be doing with a supercomputer?" she thought to herself.
As she read more, she learned that this was not just any supercomputer, it performed quantum computing. This was a stolen department of defense prototype swiped from a civilian contractor. The civilian contractor was the potential client and they had not yet informed the pentagon of the loss. They were hoping that they would never need to. The contractor had more prototypes as they were the manufacturer, and apparently that was not the problem. The issue was that in the wrong hands it could be easily be repurposed to spoof the guidance signals of most weaponized systems, GPS, laser guidance, radar, IR, it did not matter. Cruise missiles, bombs, anything that needed a guidance to target could be tricked and redirected. In fact, that was the angle the civilian contractor had designed for demonstration to the pentagon before it had been stolen. Asia 7's job, should she choose to accept, would be to simply destroy it to prevent it from falling in the wrong hands.
She mulled this over as she sat back in her chair the sounds of the city suddenly coming back into focus. Vendors shouted about grilled meats in the distance, the smell of the ocean washed over her. The offer of thirty million certainly was enticing, but a job that expensive usually needed a team to pull off. Asia preferred working alone. The sun certainly felt good against her skin. She continued planning.
Asia's research had narrowed the list of potential suspects to a very ostentatious arms dealer, who liked flashing his wealth. His name was Abdul. He liked to surround himself with mercenaries, ex-special forces types for security. Currently, his mega-yacht was berthed in Nice, France, which was why she was here. From her café, she could see the yacht anchored off-shore, probably to keep prying eyes away. Asia furrowed her forehead as she devised her plan as she crossed her arms across her impressive bust.
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Asia hung up her phone, wishing her grandma a good day in perfect Korean, as she swung her legs onto her lounger. She was in a fashionable bikini with gold accent hardware, wedged heels and a shear top by the hotel pool. Her smooth legs were on full display for the North Korean General at the bar overhearing her conversation. The warm southern France breeze gently caressed her skin. Noting him out of the corner of her eye, she watched him wave off his three burly bodyguards to approach Asia.
"I could not help but hear your conversation. Are you Korean?" he asked. He was wearing swim trunks and a short-sleeved button down shirt. Trying to be inconspicuous, she mused.
"Part-Korean, part French." she replied looking up from her lounger. "My grandma lives in Seoul" she replied in crisp Korean, not missing a beat. "I am here for the French Riviera Yacht Show. How about yourself? Business or Pleasure?" she said rolling the last word off the tongue with all the sensuality a word could evoke and winked at him.
The general almost choked on his whiskey high ball as she said that. "Business... unfortunately."
"Well, I hope you get to mix some pleasure in with it," she said swirling her pina colada with her finger before sucking on it lewdly in front of him.
In North Korea's repressive state, women did not look like Asia with her gorgeous D cups on display in her bikini as she arched her back. Her taut abdomen, and silky smooth legs begged to be touched.
"Would you like to join me for lunch, your treat?" Asia quipped in a forward fashion as easily as if asking for directions. "A girl's got to eat, and I would love the company and to practice my Korean."
"By the way you seem to have a shadow. Who are Huey, Dooey and Louie?" she asked turning her head towards his bodyguards who stuck out like sore thumbs, and obviously military types. They were certainly too stiff for a hotel pool.
"Sure. Lunch sounds great. Umm... they are... my nephews," he paused.
"Well, I am here for fun. Why don't we grab a drink and a bite to eat at a cabana, maybe a someplace a little more private" as she said this, she lifted a long leg up into his crotch and kneaded his balls with her skilled toes. She could feel him hardening on the spot. The general turned bright red.
Hoping to score, he made reservations at one of the private cabana dining tables and told his bodyguards to take a break. He would be fine with the gorgeous brunette.
A few minutes later, Asia was waved into the cabana by a waitress. Her hips swung side to side hypnotically as she sauntered over and settled into her seat. Though open to the pool, the cabana was enclosed on three sides and had a table set with a billowing tablecloth. As Asia and the General dined, she talked about her summers spent on Yachts, and how she was looking to get ideas for her own at the Yacht show. The General avoided the topic of North Korea, but suggested that he was from an area by the DMZ. She flirted and they drank heavily as is common in Korean culture. She would laugh at his jokes and place her hand on his thigh and give his leg a gentle squeeze.
Soon, they were making out at the table by the time appetizers were done. Asia expertly manipulated her tongue in his mouth, teasing and nipping at his lips. Her right hand became more adventurous, squeezing his cock through his shorts. Demonstrating the skill of her fingers, she undid the knot holding his swim trunks closed and snaked her hand to its target -- the tenting pole of a cock begging for release.
Freed from its confines, her hand encircled his cock and started sliding up and down as they looked out to the public pool. Smiling mischievously, she grabbed a stick of butter on the table and rubbed it into his cock gliding up and down dangerously. The general was in heaven under the manipulation of this gorgeous brunette. She leaned her bikini covered chest into his arms and whispered:
