Part I
The dewy night air made her skin tingle, making her feel even sexier than she looked. She didn't even need to look in a mirror. The looks from passersby and the other attendees walking in to the soiree being held at Cape Town's most luxurious hotel was confirmation enough to Queen that she nailed this part of her assignment. In a land that birthed human creation and ideal feminine forms like Nefertiti and Cleopatra, Queen, that was her real name, really stood out. The gorgeous 33 year old South African stood a stately 5'9" without heels and her delectable caramel skin and dark hair served as the perfect frame for her massive breasts, taut, toned torso, a spectacular and muscled ass, and an endless pair of shapely legs. She was the perfect woman who looked great in a t-shirt and jeans, a cocktail dress, or, especially, nothing at all.
Queen strut towards the entrance of the hotel feeling both confident and sexy which were the exact qualities she needed for tonight's assignment. Her dress, a beautiful saffron gown that hugged her curves, showed so much cleavage that only by the strength of a miracle band of elastic did it avoid slipping off her awesome breasts, and the hip-high slit that almost showed off her entire left leg was practically a piece of art. When she first tried the dress, she worried that the slit was too high and would allow prying eyes an unfettered view to her privates. To mitigate that risk, she also chose a wonderful thong that was the exact same color as the dress which would hopefully eliminate anyone trying for a second peek. The whole outfit plus her makeup, jewelry, and shoes together cost an unfathomable amount of money. There was no way she could afford this outfit on her meager government salary.
However, she wasn't just any ordinary government employee. As an elite field operative for South Africa's State Security Agency, her mission was to counter any foreign or domestic threats to her country's security. Completing this mission meant being able to enter and blend into a wide variety of social scenarios and, to the SSA's credit, they did not skimp on the expense account afforded to top field personnel like herself.
Tonight's mission had its own particular challenges that could mean mortal danger to her if she did not maintain absolute focus. Tonight's target was Dube, South Africa's largest importer of illicit material, guns, drugs, explosives, anything that was illegal, he had a hand in its import and movement within South Africa. For years, the SSA were stymied at every turn in trying to take down Dube and this would be their last, and most dangerous, attempt. Her mission was to make close contact with Dube and retrieve the hard drive that detailed the operations of his network. According to SSA analysts, this hard drive had the same dimensions as a few credit cards stacked on top of each other and was on his person at all times except when he conducted personal activities such as bathing or engaging in sexual intercourse.
She smiled, a dazzling smile that the security guard manning the metal detector assumed was for him. Hearing the last part from the analysts gave her the inspiration for how she would achieve "close contact". The picture of Dube, a man of large, muscular proportions, gave the opportunity to have some fun while protecting her country. After all, her occupation made it so, so difficult to find any adequate lovers, so she had to take advantage when she could!
Passing through the metal detector made her snap out of her reverie. Focus was absolutely essential towards success, especially tonight. For all other operations, she would be fitted with a customized earpiece so she could communicate with her technical and tactical support teams parked in non-descript vans nearby. But that was not the case today. Intelligence indicated that unprecedented security measures were being adopted for tonight's party. All electronic and radio signals, except those assigned to specific channels used by Dube's security team, were blocked from going in or out of the hotel. Teams of security personnel would constantly patrol the streets within two kilometers of the hotel and interrogate, violently if necessary, any vehicles they viewed suspicious.
The security measures meant that the only avenue for success was sending in a lone operative, without electronics and without backup. Queen thrilled at the opportunity and felt, despite her clothing, deliciously naked. It was just her and her wits in the toughest assignment of her career and she wanted to prove herself.
Entering the grand lobby of the hotel, her training kicked back in and she began to observe. It was difficult to appreciate the splendid decor when there were so many security personnel, some in plainclothes, some not, constantly patroling the area watching the guests. She followed the crowd to the grand ballroom where the festivities were being held and surreptitiously made a circuit of the room before looking for her target. This took a long time because multiple men approached her while she made her round and, with varying degrees of skill, tried to convince her to come back to their rooms. Deftly, she got herself out of each situation and appreciated the opportunity to stand and look around without arousing suspicion.
Finally, after shedding her last suitor, she saw him near the back corner of the bar. And he looked even better than his photograph! Despite knowing all the harm he caused to people, she couldn't help but feel her pulse quicken at the sight of this beefcake of a man. Just a second after she saw him, he saw her, their eyes locked and they exchanged smiles. It was time to make her move.
Slowly, seductively, so he could have all the time he wanted to examine her perfect body, she made her way towards him. When she was about 15 meters away, the first problem of the night showed up. From Dube's left and right appeared two shapely, busty redheads latched on to his arms and hugged their bodies tight against his. Before she could hesitate, Queen remembered the need to focus and kept walking without breaking stride.
"Goddamnit!", she screamed in her head. In every operation, no matter how much planning you did, there was always something that was missed, and they didn't check if Dube, of all things, had a date! Or dates it seemed in this case. Now what was she going to do? How could she entice him to a private place with the promise of sex so she could steal the hard drive if he already had two bimbos for the night? And then, for some reason, that old American saying popped into her head, "two's company but three's..." and then it dawned on her what she had to do. What she had to do would work but it might mean doing things she had never done before.
When she was close enough, she could observe more. Up close, Dube was even more handsome than she imagined, his perfect, shining teeth contrasting wonderfully against his chocolate-colored skin. And his tuxedo was custom-made. She also saw, to her surprise, that the redheads were actually identical twins. And despite her perception of them being bimbos, there was no denying their fantastic bodies. Though not equal to hers, their breasts and ass seemed slightly smaller, their fiery red hair, pouty lips and creamy skin emitted rays of raw sexuality that even she, a heterosexual, could not ignore. Or maybe she was more receptive to those vibes now?
Graciously, Dube motioned to a passing waiter to provide Queen with a flute of champagne. Cracking a toothy smile, he said in his low, baritone voice, "Good evening, a lovely drink for a lovely lady. My name is Dube and it is always a pleasure to meet a woman of such great beauty."
Queen couldn't help but smile at the compliment and the champagne tasted wonderful to her suddenly parched mouth. Returning his smile with a dazzling one of her own, she said, "Thank you for the drink, it was even better knowing that it came from such a handsome and courteous man such as yourself. My name is Queen, yes", she giggled, "that is my real name and it is a pleasure to meet you Dube."
She stepped closer, now just inches from his body, the heat from his body, her body, the redheads' bodies seemed to rise as they bunched together, the sexual vibes going off making her slightly heady but not enough to lose focus.
She put her hand lightly on his chest, almost moaning at its hardness.
