The next day, near one of the far pools, Brooke did her first level of reconnaissance as a solo spy. She trusted her skill that she wouldn’t be caught and was confident that her enemies would not cause a public scene. She was also sure she could beat anyone in the Organization in a fight, physical, sexual, or both…except maybe Diane. After seeing the Secretary in form…they might just be equal. After an hour of taking notes, she felt more self-assured that she was safe during the day and that her disguises were enough to get through the first levels of security. Maybe she could get deeper into the hotel, she thought, when suddenly a shadow covered her sun. She froze, ready to fight, ready to kill, when the voice she least expected spoke, standing above her.

“Fancy meeting you here again…Brooke. I’m surprised you returned after your escape last night.” A sensual voice purred, and Brooke felt every muscle in her body contract.

“Victoria…I should have known you were still around…not interested in being an old woman anymore, the temperament suited you.” Brooke hissed as the ex-spy, her lover’s ex-girlfriend, was standing right in front of her in a bikini of her own. As Brooke looked over her shades at Victoria, she noted the blonde looked very different in one of her own disguises, with short red hair and a skilled brush of makeup hiding her facial scar. The fake green eye in the socket looked far more real than any Brooke had ever seen, but that didn’t surprise her. Victoria was considered the best spy of her generation, and if she were behind all of this, it would be of little shock. So many emotions flooded into Brooke, the strongest of which was lust, a desire to hold Victoria down and make her cum against her will. She wanted to make sure this bitch knew which of them was the better sexpot now. But she pressed those emotions down because this was not the time, and a scene between them could be life and death.

Weirdly, the next emotion she felt was relief. Seeing Victoria in a disguise meant the platinum blonde was also hiding, and just maybe they had a similar motive or enemy. But most importantly, she needed to know how the hell Victoria had tracked her and located her; after almost a year apart, showing up two nights in a row was far from a coincidence. “How did you find me?”

“Oh, I have been tracking you since you landed on this isle. You’re most welcome for disabling the camera facing your balcony, by the way, I’m sure that was helpful in your little escape." Victoria taunted. Her ‘I’m better than you attitude and tone are the same as ever.

Brooke seethed, and that alone made Victoria smile before she pressed on, "Coincidentally, my base is also in the forest and only a few minutes’ walk from your little tree. I’m truly surprised you still consider yourself a spy, letting me follow you so easily. Tsk Tsk.” Victoria snickered and took a seat next to Brooke in a lounge seat. The ex-spy was in a one-piece black mono-kini. The top portion covered more of her breasts than Brooke would have expected, and the midsection covered her stomach. The bottom half connected at the lower back before it disappeared down her perfect ass. They just sitting together brought more eyes around the pool to view them, which was not ideal, and Brooke felt the urge to get up and walk away. It was impossible to disappear when two women with bodies like Victoria and Brooke were so close and engaged in what looked like a tense conversation.

Brooke didn’t say anything, still somewhat unsure what Victoria was even doing here. Was she back with the Organization? Had she sold out Brooke for leverage to get back in the good graces, that would be very Victoria.

The ex-spy seemed fully relaxed, soaking in the sun in her black suit, so Brooke did the same and waited. Then, while still looking at the sky, the ex-spy finally spoke, “So, it seems like the new toy is now an enemy of the Organization, just like me. Hurts, doesn’t it?” Victoria mused; the ironic tone not lost on Brooke. “You didn’t even last two years before they decided to get rid of you. Far less than me.”

“You quit. You betrayed them, not the other way around! You tried to take over the world!” Brooke hissed, but kept her volume low.

Victoria simply shrugged, “Hmm, yes, that was a mistake on my part. I did love the idea of ruling the world, and I followed a man as a scorned lover, wanting to burn everything in my path. I guess we both have that in common now, thanks to Brock.” She glanced at Brooke, but didn’t comment further on their shared experiences, “Anyway, I work alone, or at least I work on top, everyone answers to me.”

Keeping the illusion of their chat, Victoria popped open a bottle of sunscreen and began to lather her incredible body with the shiny material, staring with her toned legs, a visual that Brooke watched and had to stop her hands from reaching out and rubbing places that Victoria missed. The secret blonde even turned her body away from other people but perfectly towards Brooke as she started to lather her large breasts, rubbing them up, her fingers dancing on the smooth skin, showing their softness and fullness under the black suit. Brooke’s hands twitched again when Victoria slid into her own bikini top to even lather her hidden nipples.

Shaking her head to clear the impure thoughts, Brooke continued, “So, you aren’t behind this? Color me surprised at that. So, what do you want? A rematch? I have far bigger problems than dealing with you right now.”

Victoria stopped her little display and rolled onto her front, her ass taking in the sun now, and giving Brooke another tempting view to touch. “Yes, you do, and though I want nothing more than to hold your body down and finish you as you deserve, I also have bigger problems. Right now, a fight between us would be unproductive. In fact, for me, circumstances have led me to a very low point, and I feel the need to lower myself even further. I would like to offer a partnership between you and me for both of our sakes.”

“I will not team up with you.” Brooke spat back, not even considering the idea, “You always have another motive. I can assume you want whatever power the Organization wants is something you want to control.”

Victoria rolled her eyes from behind her shades, “I have no interest in taking over the world, not now, anyway.” Looking over and winking her good eye at Brooke, who couldn’t believe that Victoria had a humorous bone in her body.

When Brooke continued to glare at her, Victoria sighed, “You are correct about one thing, though, the Organization is after a certain type of power, and I need to get them off my back. If they obtain what they are trying to unlock, I can promise you that it is basically a death sentence for me, and now you as well.”

Brooke quickly tried to think of a retort, anything to use against Victoria, who seemed ahead of her like always, but alas, there was nothing. If she declined, Victoria would be another enemy, and that was the last thing she needed. She waited a long time, soaking up the sun for a few seconds as she tried to think clearly. “If I were to consider teaming up with you, what would be your plan?”

“No, no. Not here. Right now, all you need to do is agree to meet with me again. In the forest, another quarter of a mile north of your tree, is a cave. Look for the moss shaped like a star and slip between the bushes on the right side. I have a base of operations there.”

Brooke looked at Victoria again for a long time, switching between the blonde’s perfect ass that looked as good as ever and her cunning face. Victoria returned the stare and then smiled, “One other thing, I need you to bring the Princess too. She will be a thorn in our side if we don’t have her removed or, better yet, get her to work with us.”

Brooke’s left eye twitched at the command. Her only interaction with Princess Sienna had been at the wet t-shirt contest, and that had not gone well. Finding her again seemed to be impossible, and she almost groaned. “I have no idea where she is, and our last meeting went…poorly.” Brooke retorted under her breath.

“The Golden Horse.” Victoria quipped back, and Brooke tilted her head in confusion, which made Victoria almost lose her temper. “I swear, you are so frustrating…It’s on the 8th floor, the most expensive Strip Club on the island, and Sienna is posing as a stripper there. Though I guess I don’t blame you for not finding her, it took nearly all my resources to get the information from that club. The security team of the Countess has also checked it 100 times, yet somehow, Sienna eludes both capture and discovery. To get her to appear, you will need to go tonight and use a code for a special type of dance. Listen carefully, you will ask for a private dance from Winter, her code name, say you want the oil, a couple special, meaning you must have a man with you. She will be the dancer selected, and you will get a chance to speak with her. I have just enough funds, thanks to you last night, to afford the dance. Speak quickly, because the private dance rooms are one of the few places that are fully isolated on this damn resort. No cameras, no microphones, and the only place I believe you will be able to have an open conversation with her…as long as you both don’t come to blows or anything else.” The ex-spy finished with a knowing, sultry gaze at her rival.

Brooke now rolled her blue eyes, Victoria was as snooty as ever, and it would have given her great pleasure to ride this bitch to submission right here and now if she hadn’t felt like the world and her life were in the balance. “Why don’t you go and get her?”

“Oh, she hates me, and wouldn’t even agree to a meeting if she knew I was involved. We had a run-in back in the valley before you, and I fought...in fact, I would be careful even bringing up my name until she is in the cave.”

“You really are not popular with anyone, huh?” Brooke snickered; the whole situation was ridiculous. In the end, she had no choice but to agree to the terms. “Fine, I’ll find her and get her to meet with us.”

Victoria nodded and was about to speak when Brooke continued with a sly grin, “I have to say, I was surprised you didn’t come after me after I beat you in our giant sexfight. I was forced to assume you were too scared to meet me again.”

She watched as Victoria instantly bristled at that comment, and it felt good to finally get a crack into the ex-spy’s superior attitude. “You’re lucky I couldn’t come after you, but I’m sure you enjoyed the trail of sexually defeated women I left for you. A promise for what I’m going to do to you when this is all over.” Victoria growled under her breath, and Brooke turned her head, the two enemies locking eyes for longer than a second since their gun standoff on the island almost two years ago. The tension was still there, but not to kill each other like last time, but rather a desire to force a submission from the other, physically, and more importantly, sexually. That is how they would determine who was better, who could make the other cum with her body. They both wanted and even needed to settle this dirty little sexpot rivalry.

The tense sexual moment was broken as a man walked by in front of their chairs, ogling the two beauties, who both turned and smiled at him. Only once he was out of earshot, Victoria continued with a much lower voice, “It was a risk even coming here; the security is getting tight, and I only approached you because I can’t have you in my way.” Victoria sounded angrier, seemingly annoyed about losing her cool even for a second in front of Brooke. Then, she pushed herself up and off the tanning seat, slipping on her flip-flops smoothly. Brooke watched her and compared every inch of Victoria’s exposed, perfect body to her own. Without looking back down at Brooke, Victoria spoke, “I expect you and the Princess both in the cave by 11 PM tonight, or I will assume you have both been captured. If that’s the case, don’t even bother giving my location away, I’ll be long gone.”

Brooke continued to glare at her sexy rival with disdain, but there was little she could argue. Victoria let out a sigh and continued, “The way I see it, you and I can only survive if we work…together.” The ex-spy finished with a flick of her long tongue as it seemed she struggled to get out the last word. Brooke, still reeling from the offer, felt the desire to ask a million more questions of her enemy, but it seemed Victoria was finished with this conversation and meeting. The now lotion-lathered-up bikini-wearing woman did a quick stretch, her toned muscles flexing as she moved. Then, in the most unlike Victoria voice ever, the ex-spy beamed at Brooke, “It was nice to see you, babe, hope to see you tonight!” Followed by a smooching air kiss that the people around them would simply smile at and think, ‘aww, they are friends’.

Brooke would have laughed in any other circumstance. Anyone watching the two women would never think these two were Brooke and Victoria, two dangerous spies desperate to kill each other. It was good that the meeting was over because it was also starting to get difficult for Brooke to ignore her pussy leaking behind her bikini bottoms. The sex threatened to become a gush as her blue eyes followed Victoria’s juicy, firm ass moving away. The ex-spy strutted away from the pool, and Brooke could only glare and frustratingly admire the bubble butt of her rival as it flexed and tensed each step towards the exit.


That night, Brooke dressed to kill, wearing a short, stupidly tight, bright red cocktail dress that basically hung off her nipples. It did cover her full ass, and she chose some skimpy, lace red lingerie panties to wear underneath and nothing else. She used her final disguise that came with black glasses, short raven hair, and freckles. The Golden Horse was deep into the hotel, so this was an all-or-nothing mission. Frustratingly, she had checked this one a few times in the week, but never had seen a worker named ‘Winter’ or had come across a secret code to order dances from the strippers. How Victoria had gotten this information was a mystery, but she wouldn’t put anything past the dangerous woman.

The first part of this side mission was finding a single man to accompany her to the strip club, per Victoria’s instructions. It wouldn’t be difficult, and she headed to the nearby bar and lounge area just outside the strip club to find a partner. Entering in her bright red dress drew many eyes to Brooke’s incredible body. As she moved to the bar, all eyes followed her, wondering who this new girl with the black hair was. But one pair followed with much more scrutiny.

“Penelope…leave it.” The man next to the woman begged.

“No. Watch my drink.” The long-haired redhead hissed as she put down her cocktail and adjusted her own short pink dress of a similar style to the one Brooke happened to be wearing. Then she stepped off her stool and began making a walk towards the ‘raven-haired’ woman with a purpose.

“Hey!” The woman bellowed loudly over the music, slowly moving to get through the crowd to Brooke.

Brooke’s blue eyes flashed as she looked towards the voice before coming to a halt, her eyes going wide. “How?!” She gasped; it was the wet-t-shirt girl! How did she see through another one of her disguises, when no one, not even the Organization, had so far!? Her theory seemed correct; this woman just has a sixth sense for Brooke’s tits and body. Well, she didn’t have time for a fight right now, but…she just couldn’t let this bitch think she was running from her for another second. Brooke turned to face her approaching rival and even moved to meet her, clicking in her tall red heels. Penelope looked shocked that the pool girl wasn’t running this time, but it quickly left her face and became a dangerous smirk. She slowed to her own sultry walk, hips swaying until they stopped on the edge of the dance floor with less than an inch to spare between their bulging tits.

Eye to eye once again, they took sight of each other, “You have been running from me.” The tanned redhead accused, her long, wavy hair down to one side of her shoulders, hanging just near her breasts.

“No, I’ve just been busy, like I am tonight, so be a good bitch and go back to your seat,” Brooke replied, motioning towards the bar.

“I don’t think so cunt.” Then, she looked up and down Brooke, focusing on the black hair, far different from the honey blonde pigtails from earlier in the week. “What’s with the new getup? Hiding from some crazy ex or something?”

“No, I just like to change things up,” Brooke responded with sass, though she wished it were something as simple as an ex.


“Well, you can’t hide from me, because you and I have some unfinished business.”

“Do we? I thought we handled our business in the pool when I pushed you off that platform when my puppies overwhelmed yours.” Brooke hissed, looking down at the four mounds challenging each other once again. She could see and feel her nipples poking out of her dress and saw the redhead’s pink nipples entering the same state of erectness. Adding to the challenge, Brooke closed that final inch, and the covered nips met, sending shocks of pleasure down both women’s loins.

“Winning a little pool game doesn’t mean anything, and you know it. If we want to settle this, you know there is only one way for the two of us to go at it.” The redhead, now known as Penolple, replied, happily flicking their nipples again and causing them to hiss.

“Are you asking for a sexfight, slut?”

“You know it, bitch.”

Brooke felt like she was having déjà vu, the redhead’s words eerily similar to the waitress from two nights ago. And the worst part? Brooke agreed with both women! A pool titfight, a sleazy blowjob contest; those didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of proving a woman’s sexual superiority. She had to dominate these women the right way or be dominated by them for it to be settled. And she desperately wanted to settle it, this redhead…she could tell, just by her attitude, that they would have a nasty fight. It always surprised me just how strong and sensual ‘normal’ women, as in, not spies, could be in bed. Some of her worst defeats had been at the most unexpected sources. She never underestimated a sex queen when pride was on the line.

With their heads tilting in opposite directions, and lips moving tantalizingly closer, it would only take one little extra step to start something on the club floor. Suddenly, the redhead was pulled back by the shoulder. “Penelope! What are you doing?” Brooke heard a man say as the redhead let out a yelp in surprise, as her balance was lost on her heels. The separation of their bodies gave Brooke just a chance to remember her mission and not let her sexual urges win out this time. It appeared to be the boyfriend from the pool, and Brooke used the distraction to jump back and disappear between the moving crowd.

“Wait!” The redhead yelled, throwing off her hand and side-stepping a few people to follow her prey, but the mysterious woman was gone, and Penelope muffled a scream in her palm. She went back to face her man, a rage on her face he had never seen, “If you ever get in the way of a woman like that and me again, I will ruin you.”

He began to apologize, but Penelope wasn’t listening, and a little grin came to her lips as she looked out into the crowd. The bitch may have gotten away again, but it didn’t matter. They now understood their intentions of what would happen next time Penelope found her. If that woman had any pride, she wouldn’t be able to run away from their challenge. So, all she had to do was be patient. For now, some other prey could tide her over. She did one last glance around the room, then, still ignoring her man, headed to the exit to find a toy to play with.

Meanwhile, Brooke watched from the corner of the lobby, out of sight. She was trying to control her pulsing sex, her rock-hard nipples, and the blush on her cheeks. She wanted more than anything to walk back up to this Penelope and slap their breasts together in the middle of everyone. Maybe she would pull both their dresses down to reintroduce their babies right then and there. Then, she would slide a room key between those inferior tanned mounds and press her lips into the dark red pair for good measure. She would whisper her room number and a time, and then head up to her room to prepare for a sex queen showdown. But…not tonight.

Once the pink-dressed woman had left, Brooke moved back out to the open and renewed her hunt for a man. She kept an eye out for her rival returning and her other eye for the waitress from the casino, very aware of what would happen if she bumped tits with either of them. She doubted she could control herself again from the rush. She needed to train more. Luckily, before she had run into either of them, she found her target. A young handsome man standing alone at the bar, obviously looking for some attention.

When Brooke approached him, he was instantly taken with her beauty. She promised him a night beyond his imagination, and he was stricken with hope to fuck this hot woman. Within minutes, he was offering her all the gifts in the world, and a view of his prince suite, one of the best in the hotel. And Brooke simply giggled and laughed, and then brought up going to the Golden Horse and getting a dance for him with herself and another woman. The poor man almost died of happiness at the thought alone. He got them there as fast as possible, and Brooke did as Victoria described, requesting ‘Winter’ with an oil sheen to the host.

The price was insane, but the man paid instantly. ‘Well, at least Victoria wouldn't complain about her spending the money.’ Brooke thought as the massive security guard led them down a hidden door she had not noticed before. This seemed the most private and personal of dances. They reached a small, plain room a few minutes later, two velvet red seats already placed, and a single stripper pole in front of them. Brooke quickly ordered two drinks and then toyed with the man, enjoying how much he wanted her. When the drinks arrived, she was already grinding on him, and he groaned with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of her breasts rolling up and down his body. Her pussy was only a few layers from touching her hard dick. Without him noticing, she easily slipped a single pill into his beer and then brought it up to his lips. “Drink up, baby, I want you nice and relaxed for the show.”

“Ugh, this beer tastes funny.” He spoke as the liquid and pill poured into his mouth.

“Yeah, don’t worry, baby, I’m sure it’s just a new keg.” She said with a fake sexual moan as she pressed her body onto his hardened package. “Yeah…I’m…sure…that’s…it.” Was the last thing he muttered before he passed out just a minute after the pill had entered his system. “Sweet dreams…sorry you have to miss this show.” Brooke whispered as she quickly moved his body to the corner of the room when the door opened, and ‘Winter,’ aka Sienna, entered with a bottle of oil in her hands.

Her dark eyes instantly fell to the man on the ground, “Oh, fuck, did he already pass out?” She asked exasperatedly, like she had seen this before. Her voice matched the same woman who had gotten third place in the wet-t-shirt contest a few days prior. Her own disguise was well done, though she looked more herself than at the pool to Brooke; at least Sienna had her natural black hair on display.

“Yes, he did,” Brooke responded in her natural voice. In a quick motion, she reached up and peeled off her wig and mask, revealing her natural face.

“You!” Sienna gasped with a look of shock, as Brooke stood for the first time in the hotel without any disguise. It was too late for Sienna to escape as the door locked behind the Princess, sealing them in, one of the creepier functions of these private dance rooms, Brooke noted. The already nearly nude native girl took a fighting stance in her skimpy stripper outfit, her top only a black fishnet mesh with her nipples poking through one of the fishnet holes, her bottom half covered in a thong, but a drape placed in front and behind between her legs, like a curtain that could easily pulled to the side for hot access her amazing sex underneath and would sway with her dance.

“Sienna, wait,” Brooke yelled, taking a similar hostile posture in her cocktail dress, prepared to come to blows. They had tangled already on this island for the briefest of moments at the pool, and there was no guarantee it wouldn’t go that way again.

“We need to talk.” She hissed before either of them launched their first kicks or punches.

Sienna didn’t relax, her left hand still holding the bottle of oil. “How did you find me?”

Brooke shook her head, trying to stop herself from comparing her tits to the full, firm boobs in front of her. Being a nymphomaniac spy was not easy. “That doesn’t matter.”

“It does, explain or I will raise the alarm.”

“And screw us both?”

“No, just you. I can escape while they hold you down.” Sienna muttered, though her eyes were already darting back and forth in what seemed to be panic.

“Maybe that’s true, but I have to wonder why you haven’t hit the alarm yet?” Brooke reasoned, knowing she had to get her words out fast. When Sienna didn’t respond, she continued slowly, “It seems like you have been able to hide so far, but you haven’t been able to get to the Countess, and I can tell you that time is running out…I can help you.”

Sienna chuckled at the notion, “Oh, can you? The number one sexpot of that fucking evil Organization just turned coat after hunting me all week. I doubt that.”

“It’s true, I’m not part of that group anymore. Why would I come here alone if I had finally found you?” Brooke said again, trying to get Sienna to see reason…even if she needed to bend the truth a bit.

The Princesses’ black eyes narrowed, but it was clear she was taking in Brooke’s words, “I assume capture me…in a special way.” Sienna reasoned, glancing down at Brooke’s tight dress and visible long legs.

“Okay, that’s fair, but that would mean you were fucked already because they would be waiting outside of this room until we were done.”

Sienna held her glare for a few seconds, “Fine. Talk, because your Organization has been trying to kill me for the last two years, and now one of their agents wants to help me. Make it make sense.”

“I don’t want to kill you, I never have. I was sent to capture you, but I’m realizing that I have been on the wrong side the whole time, and I’m trying to make up for it, starting by stopping whatever they are getting up to.”

Sienna remained quiet, distrust still in her black eyes, and her stare not leaving Brooke. Suddenly, a shadow from outside the door caught her attention, and she released her fighting stance, stepping forward with a sultry flair in her hips. For a split second, Brooke thought she was about to attack, but the Princess simply pushed her down lightly by the sternum and onto the soft velvet seat behind her. Then, the Princess mounted Brooke with her knees on each of Brooke’s hips, straddling her. “They can’t hear, but if the bosses see a lack of motion, they will turn on the cameras. Plus, they will obviously notice if I don’t leave here oiled up. So, I hope you enjoy the dance, bitch. Now keep talking.”

Even as the words left her mouth, Sienna began to move her body like an experienced erotic dancer, looking at Brooke with a stare that made the spy instantly wet. The native girl slowly pressed her tits into Brooke’s full pair before rolling her back in a slow grind, much like how the spy had been doing to the man a few minutes prior. Brooke stuffed a groan down. She was already annoyingly horny, and this bitch grinding on her was not going to help her concentrate on getting through this impromptu meeting that was life and death for both of them.

“May I begin with the oil?” Sienna giggled, clearly enjoying the look of frustration on Brooke’s face that she was being forced to be humped without the thrill of humping back. The Princess didn’t wait for an answer, and she poured the shiny liquid down over the mesh top and onto her skin. She then dribbled some onto Brooke’s exposed chest. Where the oil landed, Brooke’s skin felt like it was on fire, and she could feel the liquid ooze down her cleavage. “You, bitch.”

“Just a little payback for the pool, but the clock is ticking, Brooke…and I can promise that you can’t afford me again,” Sienna replied, and slapped their chests together again, harder than one would expect and forcing a grunt of annoyance from the other woman.

Brooke focused as she was teased with this hot body, her nympho side raging to fight, to match this woman’s sexual skill…but she pressed it down, and continued, “You came here to get back that artifact the Countess is using for her research, right? I don’t know what it does, but for you to go this far, I assume it’s important.”

“You don’t know?” Sienna asked, backing up briefly with narrow eyes, even as she ran her hands up, pulled Brooke’s red dress down, popping the spy’s braless, firm breasts out, jiggling and begging to be touched. Before Broke could reply, Sienna dropped low and gave a playful lick on each pink, erect nipple before rubbing her mesh-covered breasts against them roughly.

“Ugh, you fucking whore….ugh.” Brooke groaned, her body going crazy as she and Sienna touched. “No, I have to assume it’s something to do with this new world order they want to create…if that makes any sense to you.” She played her cards early, but she had to get this bitch on her side quickly.

“New world order? So that’s their goal. Monsters.”

“Is it something you know about? What does it have to do with a stupid little artifact?” Brooke questioned urgently.

Sienna stopped her dance for a few seconds, eyeing Brooke, then she flipped around and pulled the small hanging curtain on her ass aside. She was in a red string thong. She pressed her ass into Brooke's lap, almost sitting on her in a reverse straddle, and leaned her head back on the spy’s shoulder. “My people are gone, and I’m the last of the royal line.” She spoke, and Brooke felt the weight of the words…that Sienna was just as alone as she was, but the Princess’s tone didn’t seem at all sad, “Funnily enough, I don’t blame you, or even that other whore who destroyed the valley, my people betrayed my family and did the unspeakable to allow your Organization into our world. They gave away the secrets and unnatural abilities we had protected for generations. But I have my duty as a historian and Princess, and I must get that item back to safety most of all.”

“And why that orb specifically? Is it another growth serum?” She asked, but Sienna didn’t respond, continuing only to rub her ass into Brooke’s overheated body.

“Listen, Sienna, I agree with you, the Organization is evil, and I want to stop whatever they intend to do with the mystical stuff they were given by your people…”, Brooke groaned as her clit was growing erect from the dance. She wanted to spank the full ass that was now getting covered in oil as well, “I fucked up. I was desperate to find my purpose in life and just jumped into the Organization. I didn’t ask what the big picture was or understand who I was really working for. I helped them get on the path of controlling the world…and now I have to make up for it…please tell me what it does and let me help you!” Brooke almost yelled out, the words pouring out of her mouth.

“Noble.” Sienna mocked, though there was a slightly less antagonistic tone now. Okay, two could play at this game if Sienna wanted to play this game and see who could turn the other on like a bitch in heat. On the next grind, Brooke twisted her body forward, and suddenly, Sienna was the one sitting on the couch with Brooke on top of her. She aimed and pressed her exposed nipples into the mesh top, their nipples connecting at the tip and forcing two deep groans from their lips.

“Bitch. That’s not how this works.” Sienna growled, but let out a gasp.


“Fuck you. Your turn to take a little dance.” Brooke teased. She began to move and grind like Sienna, though unlike Brooke, the native girl didn’t just take it sitting down. Their muscles constricted as they both looked to claim the top spot, and a light struggle commenced on the sofa. Hot oily skin slipped and slid down past their compressed stomachs and onto their legs.
Brooke finally claimed the top spot for more than a few seconds and pressed her pink lips to the other woman’s ear, “If you want help to get back your artifact, then team up with me. If we work together, we can accomplish both our goals.”

Sienna then reversed them again, ending back in the original position with Sienna sitting between Brooke’s open legs and her back pressed on Brooke’s bare tits. But this time the spy reached around the dancer and cupped her opponent’s breasts under the black mesh, kneading the soft, big balls that felt so good in her hands.

“And what is supposed to convince me that you don’t want it?” Sienna moaned as Brooke squeezed and kneaded the oily chest of the princess. The spy's fingers pinched the erect brown nipples and lightly squeezed the full mounds.

“How can I want it, if I don’t know what it fucking does?!” Brooke growled.

“Fine.” Sienna flipped back around, slapping Brooke’s hands away. She was now standing in front of the chair, her arms straight and hands on the armrests. Sienna leaned down at the waist to run her tongue up Brooke’s exposed chest all the way to her ear, where she whispered in a hushed tone, “The gift of immortality.”

Brooke breathed deeply at the word ‘immortality,’ and another piece of the slowly forming puzzle came into place. She slowly turned her head to the dark brown eyes looking at her, their foreheads nearly touching as she searched for any sign of deception from Sienna. There was none.

“Yes, that’s what your fucking Organization wants, what the Countess has been researching. Inside that little, stupid ball is the recipe for a serum that can be modified to grant endless life, or so the legend goes. But there is a cost…a big one. Sacrifices.”

Immortality, a power to live forever, to rule the world from the shadows forever…that was the goal. That was it, that was a piece missing, and this orb seemed to be the final key. But…the Director and Diane had said on the transmission that it was now Plan B…so whatever plan A had worked, so what was that?

“Do you want that kind of power, Brooke? Do you want to live forever as part of some endless order?” Sienna whispered as she ground their full chests together again in an obvious challenge.

“No, I don’t.” She answered honestly, “No one should have that power…and especially not those who would abuse it. But we won’t be able to stop it unless we work together.” She hissed as she moved from native girl’s ear to breath hotly into Sienna’s mouth, yet they didn’t kiss, only attempting to tease the other into a frenzy.

“And how can you help? I can do this alone.” Sienna gasped, her body losing control.

Brooke pressed even harder down on Sienna’s sexy body and moaned into her ear, “No, you can’t. You couldn’t even beat me because my body is better than yours, and if it comes down to stopping the Countess or her allies, you will need allies…like me.”

Sienna’s black eyes flared at the implication, “You bitch, keep…ugh…fucking dreaming. My body is better…I can beat anyone. Anyway, they want to fight!” She added with a snarl, and she was more than ready to prove it to the spy. Even in the middle of needing to save the world, the feeling of sexual rivalry was unstoppable, and all Brooke wanted to do was assert her dominance over Sienna by showing that she was the better woman when it came to sex.

“You’re lucky there is a time limit on this room, or I would be the one dancing on your fucked body.” Brooke groaned, her oiled tits and ass flexing as she tussled silently for the top spot, trying to hold the other’s head back by the hair and expose her breasts for good hot sucking.

“Please, if we had more time, I would be on top of you and make you beg for my touch.” Sienna moaned, her voice getting higher as she slapped her chest into Brooke’s from the top and finally forced the spy’s hair back, ready to suck the pink nipples into her mouth.

There was no stopping this confrontation and sexual duel now. Sienna was beginning to grind fiercer, and Brooke was seconds away from ripping that little red thong off her rival’s hot body, when a loud buzz sounded in the room. Sienna froze, knowing what the noise meant, and then pressed her lips onto Brooke’s, though it was not really a kiss and more a lip-to-lip talk, “The dance is over.” She mouthed, “Now, where do you want to meet?”

Success! Brooke almost didn’t believe it, yet quickly relayed the location that Victoria had given her, and then added a little lick to the red lips that almost broke the Princess's restraint. Sienna hesitated for a second, weighing the consequences of fingering Brooke right then, but instead pushed herself off a second later.

“Thank you for coming to the Golden Horse. I hope your experience was pleasurable.” Sienna said in a sultry tone, squeezing her giant boobs together and almost daring Brooke to attack her again now.

“11 PM”, Brooke mouthed, trying to focus and not ogle the oily woman’s hot form. Finally, Sienna nodded and stepped forward again to pick up the small bottle of oil, but also whispered in Brooke’s ear, “I’ll be there and will listen to your offer. But if you try anything, I’ll take you out just as fast as I would any enemy.”

“Right back at you, and don’t think this little thing that just happened in this room is close to being over.” Brooke spat, and Sienna gave a single nod in agreement. Then, with a final glare of distrust and desire, Sienna slipped out of the private dance room through the door she entered. Brooke let out a breath she had been holding in. Her body was pulsing, and she needed to cum, but more so, she wanted to cum in Sienna’s arrogant face.

At the same time, she had this feeling she needed to save her sexual energy. It felt like there was no one she could trust, stuck between two devils in Sienna and Victoria. Both had their own goals. There was little doubt that endless life was something the dangerous ex-spy would be seeking, but Victoria didn’t mention that at the pool. Leaving the strip club was easy, but escaping the hotel, oily and with a ruined disguise, almost took an hour with all the new security. It was already 11:05 PM when Brooke finally reached the cave. She slipped into the clearing and froze as she found her two new ‘allies’, both with guns held up and in a deadly standoff.

“Victoria.” Sienna hissed when her eyes glanced at Brooke, appearing from the bushes. “So, Brooke, this is your other partner? Failed to mention that, didn’t you? I should have known snakes slither together.”

“You wouldn’t have come if I had told you the truth.” Brooke shot back, whipping out her own hip guns, which she aimed at both women. “Now lower your weapons, both of you.”

“Her first.” Victoria sighed, sounding far too bored for having two guns pointing at her head.” Her makeup was off, and her fake eye was out. Her silver scar and missing eye made her look even more dangerous.

Sienna glanced at the new arrival with a huff. “No way, for all I know, you both want the artifact and plan to synthesize it, or take it for yourself. I was so stupid to trust you.”

“I know what that stupid artifact does.” Victoria snapped, making both other women face her. She took a step forward, gun still leveled between Sienna’s eyes, “I have no interest in it, the risk is far too great. I only want to stop the Organization from obtaining it. I want to stop all the ways they are trying to reach immortality.”

“Other ways?” Brooke asked, and Victoria turned the gun to her.

“Yes, and I believe they may have already found one, though even with all my resources, I have not been able to confirm what it is.”

The admission that Brooke was also still in the dark seemed to comfort Sienna, who lowered her gun slightly, “Tell us what you know. And what plan do you have? Why would you want to stop a group you were part of for so long?”

“I’m not about to tell you with a gun pointed at my face, little Princess.” Victoria taunted, then exhaled, “But if you would listen, I can guarantee my plan involves all of us getting all that we want, but to work, we have to get along for at least 24 hours.” She finished, and then Victoria slowly lowered her gun, “See, Sienna? You could kill me now, so stop acting like a spoiled brat and let’s use our words like adults.”

Brooke glanced back at Sienna, who rolled her eyes at the brat comment. She also huffed, clearly jibed at the insult, but did indeed lower her gun as did Brooke, yet the tension was higher than ever. Eventually, they ended up sitting by the fire of Victoria’s base, and slowly Victoria explained her idea, her plan, and how the three of them could reclaim both the artifact and destroy the main computer storage that would override all details of any current spies and data, effectively diminishing the Organization to a shell of itself and setting them years back. “And that is my plan. It will allow Brooke and me to delete our records fully and disappear, and you to reclaim your artifact. With them not knowing what occurred, as long as we all play our part.”

“And you don’t want to fight them directly?” Brooke asked, knowing that was very unlike Victoria.

Victoria laughed at the notion, “Oh, we could, but it’s too risky, and I don’t trust either of your skills.”

Brooke and Sienna glanced at each other, wondering if they should double-team Victoria right then and there. Victoria seemingly didn’t realize she was about to be jumped or didn’t care how her words were taken. “I concluded that there are three women as dangerous as us on this island from my reports and details about them. Countess McBrayer, Diane, and I’m going to include the Director…Quinn.” Victoria explained as Brooke looked at her with confusion at the last name.

Victoria nodded, “Yes, the director's first name is Quinn. You have seen her; she may look fragile, but that is only after an accident 4 years ago. An experiment went wrong, from what I heard, and her body began to deteriorate to the shell you now see. Before that, people said she was one of the most beautiful and sexual women they had ever seen, and that’s saying something in that Organization. Even in her weakened state, as you saw her in…she is still a threat. She took over the Organization with her skill and her sex, and now runs it with her guile. I can only assume she is after the artifact. Though, with what you told me, Brooke…” Victoria paused and trailed off, “No, that doesn’t matter. Anyway, these women could derail our mission, so we must be on our guard and avoid them.”

Sienna and Brooke nodded.

“Now onto the resort. There are just two areas that I have not been able to get intel on. I have tried, but it is incredibly difficult with the level of security they possess. But now we have an inside source, and I’m hoping you, Princess, could give us more details.”

Sienna was quiet, watching Victoria with mistrust, but then sighed, “I have been working here a few months, mostly as a stripper, but all my attempts to get to the Countess have failed. The hotel is a maze within itself. I’m sure you both have gathered that there is a dirtier side to this resort…the worst parts funded in part by your very Organization. The wet t-shirt contests you and I were in, Brooke, are some of the most vanilla things that go on here. There are far worse events, mostly involving some form of slavery or bribes. The lowest place is called the Pits in the deepest cellars, where people, mostly women, fight in special ways for entertainment, many times in ways you and Victoria are quite accustomed to. But I have no idea how to get down there or what else is really involved. But I know men and women pay millions to be down there…and if we don’t end up dead, that is where we will end up. Forever.”

Victoria took the information in, “Well, I won’t allow that to happen, at least for me, of course.”

They exchanged a bit more info before Victoria seemed content, “I think that covers it then. And I believe we should be rested before tomorrow, so I’m off to bed.”

Brooke bit her lip because she felt like she was the only one of the three who didn’t have a personal goal except to save the world. Were there really not that many good people in the world?

“And the end goal?” Brooke asked, “What happens after we complete this?”

“I need to get the artifact. I don’t care if I need to fight or can just steal it; it doesn't matter, as long as it is in my possession and off this island.” Sienna declared, “I’ll get it somewhere no one in the world will ever find it.”

“I need to wipe my history and bring down the Organization. It will set them back decades and give me a fresh start to do what I will. Then I’ll be free to return to my own business.” Victoria repeated, her one green eye staring into the fire.

“Ok,” Brooke responded, not adding anything else to her own goal, as the three rivals sat. Nothing more was said. After a few minutes of sitting by the fire, Victoria stood up and began to strip off her clothes to the lusty stares of Sienna and Brooke, “Tonight, as tempting as I am, we should rest. There's a makeshift shower and restroom in the back of the cave. Tomorrow, we leave at 8 AM sharp for our mission.” Victoria finished standing in her bra and panties, and without another word to her new allies, moved to the further hammock setup in the far corner of the cave.

Sienna looked at Brooke but didn’t say anything. She slowly rose and walked to the other side of the cave, where Victoria had surprisingly set up two other beds for them to sleep. Brooke stayed by the fire for a few more minutes. It wasn’t the worst feeling, not being alone, even if the women around her were not her friends. Something was still not adding up in her mind, and the name Quinn burned in her thoughts. She did know that name…Brock…he had moaned it once when they were fucking. He had told her it was a mistake, and he was still in survival mode. What a pathetic lie, but it seemed so insignificant then. Now she wasn’t sure. Weirdly, sleep came easily for Brooke, even knowing that Victoria and Sienna were both only five feet away. They had to be a team, and at least for 24 hours, and she needed to trust them.

The morning came quickly, but Brooke had been able to get in a few good hours, feeling fully fresh. In the brisk of the morning, she showered after Sienna, watching the sexy princess’s silhouette from behind the thin curtain. She wasn’t sure if Sienna knew she had an audience or just normally washed like a stripper, but watching the princess shower was a show. Her curves looked flawless running her hands up and down her body, the water cascading down. When the princess finally exited, Brooke’s question was answered as Sienna taunted her. “That’s two shows you have gotten for free. I’ll send you the bill.”

“Whatever,” Brooke replied as she stepped into the shower. Her clit was sending shockwaves to her core as she washed her form. So much teasing over the past week without enough sex. She was going to be insane with lust…her titfight, blowjob contest, oil dance, shower show, seeing Victoria at the pool, holy fuck, she had held it in so long. Masturbation, the last few days had only taken off the edge, but she pitied the woman who would end up with her alone.

Finishing getting ready, Brooke pulled on her silver catsuit with nothing underneath, her favorite style and look. She took notice of herself in the full body mirror, looking sexier than she had ever imagined, her suit zipped down to the right between her large breasts. She had her hair in a long ponytail, the honey blonde strands full and thick. Her pink lips were moistened and then applied with a nice, smooth layer of lipstick. She wanted to look her best because she didn’t know what was coming.

She walked out of her small section of the cave to find Sienna finishing dressing as well. She was wearing a borrowed black catsuit that fit perfectly. Brooke almost snickered because she just knew that detail would bother Victoria so much. The Princess looked slightly uncomfortable in the latex as she adjusted it, though it was zipped down to a similar position as Brookes's. But, at a second glance, Brooke noticed a line between the native girl’s tits, proving she was wearing a bikini under it. When Brooke questioned this, the Princess rolled her eyes. “Unlike you, I’ve never worn something like this, and I’m not going without a bikini underneath it.”

Victoria walked out before Brooke could reply, the ex-spy in her classic bright red catsuit, zipped down below her belly button. It showed her smooth, strong stomach, and she looked as good as she had when she and Brooke had fought in the temple two years ago. The platinum blonde took a second to look at both Sienna and Brooke, her one good green eye taking in both forms. She then reached up and placed her fake eye in, but the way it moved looked so natural. Yet, it was now blue with the silver thin scar that was fully visible on her face. Victoria smiled when Brooke gave her a questioning look, “Oh, I love my scar now, but this little thing helps me in many ways.” She motioned to the fake eye. “Now let’s go and finish this quickly and smoothly.”

With that, Sienna, Victoria, and Brooke left the cave, walking side by side, and not many could say they had seen a group of dangerous and sexy women working together. They moved swiftly through the forest, the sun just starting to rise as they reached the border and phase 1 began.

“Here.” Victoria motioned to the ground, “This is it.” The blonde ripped up a panel covered in vines and dirt. “We can follow this down to the mid-level basement. Once there, Brooke will head to the lobby and set off the alarm; the commotion will give Sienna and me a chance for our two objectives. Simple and easy, Brooke will meet us at the elevator when it is done.”

The intel proved good. Five minutes later, the three of them dropped into the full white hallway with no one around. They took two fast turns again, meeting no resistance, which worried Brooke, but she didn’t have time to think about it. They reached the vent that would lead her to the main hotel room and an area to set the alarm. There was just one downside: she would have to travel through a lobby of normal people; there was no other way.

“Good luck, Brooke,” Sienna whispered with surprising sincerity, and Brooke smiled at her, a sparkle of friendship created in the heat of this mission.

“Cut the sweet shit. Go!” Victoria hissed, and Brooke nodded, slipping through the ventilator and down into the main section of the hotel. She landed and walked confidently. Being the distraction was dangerous, but she assumed that the normal guests would think she was some sex show. And any members of the Organization would wait to confront her as she moved through the lobby in her silver cat suit.

It was going fine when a voice carried over the heads of the entire room, “Hey!”

Brooke almost turned, knowing the yell was directed at her. But she could see who was yelling. It was her, Penelope the redhead, from the pool, out of all the people who could be in the lobby at this time. The redhead was already almost running towards her!

But Brooke could NOT focus on this bitch right now, no matter how much her pride stung. She ducked behind a few other people pretending not to hear or notice, and successfully reached the other vent, but had nowhere else to go, except into the vent…and that would lead to questions or maybe even the redhead following her! She had to distract the bitch…but how? She scanned the room, desperate for something, and for once, luck was on her side.

At the near bar, just a few feet away, Brooke recognized another woman. It just so happened to be the waitress from the casino, dressed in a green two-piece bikini. The redhead running had caught the waitress's attention, and she turned to see who the woman was yelling at. When she saw Brooke, her dark eyes went wide. “You! The maid!” The woman yelled, almost dropping her towel around her waist in surprise.

“What’s up, Nina?” Her male companion asked, but the woman was already moving towards Brooke with a competitive expression that was just like Penelope's. Brooke had no other options but a strange idea. She pulled the fire alarm, and as the crowd shifted thanks to the noise, she slipped into the vent just as the two women approached her from opposite sides.

Desperate to catch this ghost of a woman, the two women ignored the alarm. But when the crowd dispersed towards the exit and the alarm ended a few seconds later, they found no sign of Brooke.

“Hey! Watch it!” Nina hissed, trying to get around this new person in front of her.

“You watch it!” Penelope spat back. The worker and the pool girl looked around the emptying room in frustration. “Hey, did you see a girl in a…silver catsuit? Honey blonde, big tits?” Penelope asked.

“Umm, I did, but what do you want with her? “Nina questioned, her eyes inquisitively viewing the skimpily dressed redhead in front of her now, though her own top was maybe only covered a few centimeters more of her skin.

“None of your business.” The redhead spat, still not really looking at the woman in front of her.

“Well, I also have business with her, so you will have to wait,” Nina said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“I don’t go second,” Peneollpe replied, as the redhead and black-haired woman took full notice of who was in front of them. It only took one glance and a few seconds before they knew why the other was looking for that bimbo.

“Well, today you are. And if that blonde bimbo is around here, you will wait your turn.” Nina laughed at the notion of this woman. She shifted forward, making sure this redhead knew who the top girl between the two of them was as her dark breasts moved closer to the tanned jugs of this new woman in her way.

Penelope raised an eyebrow, “I have to assume you are looking for that slut for the same reason as I am…well, back off. She is mine.”

“And what gives you the right? I’ve got a very personal reason to meet with her…after she ran like a coward from our last fight.” Nina argued, her arms going to the side and almost shaking with anger.

“At least we can agree on that fact about our mutual acquaintance. But, I’m warning you, back off. I can see you don’t have the body to tame that bitch, but I do.”

Nina laughed, “Well, an even bigger bitch appears right in front of me. Maybe I'll deal with you after I deal with her.”

“You wouldn't make it past her to even get a chance at me. But Penelope was interested now…she hadn’t found any prey worth hunting so far on this holiday. She moved forward and brushed their bikini-covered breasts together. Then, getting right into the waitress’s face, “You know, with our little friend disappearing again. Why don’t we settle this between us as a little warm-up…I have a private cabana booked for the day on the beach…why don’t you join me, and we can talk about which one of us gets to deal with our mutual friend first, and who gets the sloppy seconds?”

The other woman smiled with a cocked head, “Warm up? That is a wonderful idea, I can be there in one hour.”

“Perfect. Cabana 51. Let yourself in.”

They stared for a few more seconds, “Nina.” The nurse whispered to her new rival.
“Penelope.” The redhead whispered back, and with knowing looks, the two turned and walked away.

Brooke had watched the whole display just two feet away behind the vent and almost laughed; maybe she did believe in luck. Her two major mistakes on this mission had corrected themselves in her favor. She wondered which of them would dominate the other in that cabana. The idea of them fighting was an alluring thought. Nina and Penelope, Brooke would remember those names. Of course, she would end up fucking them both down regardless of the outcome once she was done with you know, saving the world. With that roadblock out of the way, the honey blonde had successfully reached the other vent, which she crawled into a few feet before dropping down once again, and just as Victoria had promised, found herself in front of a security console. The Organization would know she was here now, but not their plan.

She began to quickly disable the security when the door opened behind her. She spun quickly to find herself face to face with Diane, wearing her white catsuit like she had been when she had come to murder Brooke in her sleep. Brooke took a fighting stance and watched as Diane placed the papers on the ground next to her.

“I knew you would come back. So easy to read” Diane spoke calmly as she took a matching stance. “That little alarm trick was quite easy to see through.

“Yeah, I’m annoyingly easy to read,” Brooke replied equally as chill, then they both attacked. Diane and Brooke traded blows, showing incredible speed and skill, but neither could gain an advantage, and after a full rotation, they backed off. Diane looked surprised, and Brooke felt elated; it showed just how far she had come from her temple tussle with Victoria. “Ready for more?” She asked Diane, who frowned at the silver catsuit spy.

“Hmph, no. I don’t have time to beat you properly. I’m on a tight schedule.” She snapped and pressed a button on her wrist. Suddenly, men and women appeared from the door surrounding Brooke with guns raised. ‘Shit, they had reached fast, and she raised her hands reluctantly. Diane walked up to her slowly, her own hot body oozing sex in the white catsuit, “You are very lucky, Brooke. Unlike a few nights ago, today I have been ordered to take you alive.”

Brooke hissed, but had her arms bound behind her back by one of the men, as Diane took her with the convoy out to the hall and away from the console. But she had done her part, and she could only hope Sienna and Victoria had gotten through…but she felt a wave of worry...it looked like their enemies had been ready for them.

Meanwhile, Victoria and Sienna were sprinting down the far hall towards the elevator, still meeting minimal, if any, resistance. Victoria didn’t like it, but she had to assume they had all gone for Brooke. The elevator would be in sight in less than a minute, but a yell froze the pair in the tracks.

“Sienna! Victoria! This way!” Brooke’s voice came out from the right hall and not the left. Confusion flashed on Victoria’s face, while Sienna looked at the blonde before yelling back, “Brooke? What are you doing back here already!?”

Slowly, took a right and there down the hall was Brooke. She was standing down the hall, but her light brown hair was done differently, down, and silky with waves. That, and the color of her spy suit was the color of pure bright gold, not silver, and worn as Victoria wore hers, unzipped to the navel.

Victoria and Sienna came to a stop a few yards away from their ally, “Brooke?” Sienna whispered as Victoria looked behind them just in time to see the hallway close with hidden doors.

“Nope.” This ‘Brooke’ cruelly smirked and shot a perfect straight kick right towards Sienna’s face, the princess just dodged with a shout and flipped into her fighting stance. “What the fuck!?” She hissed, but other things were happening. Suddenly, men and women dropped from new holes in the ceiling.

“Damn it.” Victoria hissed, and the first man who landed in front of her had his neck snapped by a deadly heel kick. The next three got hold of her, and Sienna was tackled a second later, guns drawn on them as they ceased struggling.

“What the hell!?” Sienna hissed, looking at the gold-suited woman. Her eyes were angry, looking at her ‘ally’ and who she thought just might have been a good person, “Brooke, you traitor!”

“Please…that’s not my name, Princess Sienna.” The ‘Brooke’ responded lazily. She turned away from the confused women, showing off her amazing ass in the tight gold suit as a message came into her ear.

“Yes?”

Diane’s voice came from the other end, “We got her.”

“Oh, wonderful, please take her to detention room 1. I’ll have the Princess and Victoria sent there as well; it would be good to see them all tied up together. A masterpiece of sorts.”

“Who are you!?” Sienna gasped as they started to be led away, and Brooke looked up once again.

“Now that’s a fair question, Sienna. I’m sure your partner here can give you a hint?”

Sienna turned to Victoria, who had been quiet the whole time, staring at the gold catsuit-dressed woman in front of them, her one real queen eye flashing in horror at what she was seeing. On the other side of the hotel, Brooke was led down the hall by Diane and a bunch of masked soldiers. The two cat-suit-wearing spies in the center of the pack. Brooke’s hands were bound, while her tits bounced slightly on each step. After a few steps, Brooke turned her head to glance at Diane walking slightly behind her.

“So, the whore in you comes out. I should have guessed the way you dressed in your little skirts. Are you hoping mommy gives you a prize when you see her?” Brooke taunted, thinking of Diane’s relationship with the Director. She clearly hit a sore spot because Diane stopped in her tracks, holding Brooke with her. When the others stopped, she gave them a little head nod.

“Go on forward and prepare the prison. I need to have a little private chat with our new slave.”

None of the men protested, and as soon as they turned the corner, Diane ripped Brooke’s bonds back and then pushed forward until Brooke was smashed into the wall. “Ugh, bitch.” Brooke hissed; her tits squished behind their suit as she grunted in discomfort.

“I think you like it, slut.” The assistant breathed, and one of her hands slipped into Brooke’s silver suit and cupped her big left breast, squeezing and pinching Brooke’s hard pink nipple at the center. Brooke gasped, her erect nub sending shocks of pleasure down her body.

“You flaunted yourself as the best sexpot in our world, but you didn’t even realize a superior one was standing in front of you the whole time,” Diane growled as Brooke felt the big chest of her rival press into her back.

“Fuck off, you have nothing compared to me.”

Diane flipped Brooke to her front and pushed her back roughly against the wall with her bound hands above her head. Brooke studied the assistant; her long, wavy black hair and her beauty mark emphasized her sharp and symmetrical features. She wore nearly purple lipstick and eyeshadow, a mesmerizing combination. Then Diane gave a huff as she reached to the bottom of her neck and unzipped her suit down mid-way, her massive chest appearing from the confines of their own little prison behind the white latex.

Brooke was unsurprised at the size of the assistant’s mammeries. They looked as big as hers and the other bitches around here she had run into this week. “You should know just by looking that you are outmatched. Not just here, but everywhere.” Diane hissed, but Brooke laughed in her face.

“Keep dreaming, and prove it.”

Diane’s face flared, and she reached forward, roughly zipping Brooke’s outfit down further and ripping her tits out in a similar fashion to hers. “You will learn your place, and I’ll happily teach you that lesson.” Without warning, she smashed her tits into Brookes on the wall!

“Ugh!” Brooke groaned, and Diane used the leverage to squish Brooke’s tits back, though the two big mounds on the spy’s chest held their own even in this disadvantaged state. Both girl’s nipples had gone rigid, stabbing, and hinting that they were more desperate to match up beyond just their breasts.

“See, I’m already dominating you.” Diane hissed, her tantalizing mouth a few inches away from Brooke’s.

“Bold of you to say with me tied up and on the wall. Let me free, and we can really find out which of us is best?” Brooke challenged, shifting her breasts harder into Diane’s as best she could from this inferior position.

Diane’s eyes flashed, and Brooke was sure for half a second that the woman was going to accept, but then the assistant just chuckled, “Tempting…but no, you are very fortunate I have orders and already have wasted far too much time.” Diane said calmly, though Brooke could hear the lust hidden in her wannabe superior tone.

“Bitch.”

“I’ve been called worse.” Diane huffed as she backed off and stuffed Brooke’s fat tits back into the silver suit. She zipped the spy up halfway roughly before adjusting and doing her own backup to her neck. She then aggressively pulled Brooke off the wall and began to lead her down the hall once again. It was only one more walkway before they entered the prison room; both women’s faces were a little red from their little hallway standoff. However, the room was already occupied by two women chained up on the wall.

“Brooke!” Sienna yelled in surprise, seeing her other partner captured and even more confused that the honey blonde was back in the same silver spy suit she had been wearing when they left the forest an hour before. “I don’t understand, you didn’t betray us?”

“What? Of course not!” Brooke gasped back as some of the men in the room tied her up and placed her in the middle of Sienna and Victoria. Like three beautiful pieces of art, the three women were now captured and at the mercy of the Organization.

“They did it.” Victoria breathed, looking dazed, and Sienna looked at her past Brooke with fierce black eyes.

“You knew!” Sienna snapped at the ex-spy, “And you didn’t say anything!? What are you playing at!?” The Princess yelle,d but Victoria's attention had changed, Diane had noticed Victoria on the wall and was viewing her with a deadly stare that the blonde returned with equal murderous intent.

“I knew rumors. Not worth mentioning.” She spat, her green eyes not leaving Diane’s pair.

“Not worth mentioning? Oh my god, fuck you, Victoria…you might as well have killed us yourself!” Sienna yelled as she strained against the metal.

“What the hell are you both talking about?” Brooke asked, confused, but they didn’t even have to answer because the door of the prison opened again, and a woman walked in…a woman Brooke had seen before a million times…in front of a mirror.

“Well, well, well, this is so wonderful. The three of you captured, I’m surprised I got these two here before you, Diane.” This new Brooke teased, looking at the sexy black-haired woman.

“I got distracted; it won’t happen again,” Diane replied, but her stare did not leave Victoria.

“You? Distracted?… Oh, I’m sure I can guess why.” The other Brooke teased, her golden spy suit shining in the bright lights. Brooke was speechless. The woman in front of her, talking…was her? Sienna was looking back and forth between them like she was following a tennis match, and then shaking her head as if to fix her vision. Even Victoria was quiet, her eyes dancing now between this new Brooke and Diane.

“What the hell…” Brooke whispered under her breath, “What the fuck is this?”

“Hello, Brooke, it’s wonderful to see you again.” The duplicate of her spoke, her voice the same as the young spy, yet this new Brooke had a flirty tone that the spy rarely used. “I’m guessing you don’t recognize me, or well, I guess you do, at least my outer appearance.”

A final piece clicked into place, and Brooke blinked twice. “Director?” She whispered, unsure if she believed her own words.

“Bingo. Well done, you always did have very good intuition.” Quinn laughed from Brooke’s body, or was it no longer her body?

“It’s not possible.”

“Oh, but it is! After so much time, and so many near disasters, I was fully able to switch into my new body, and it feels so wonderful.” Quinn laughed, running her hands on her new voluptuous form. The three prisoners looked stunned, while Diane smiled lovingly at her boss, “It’s amazing to see you so full of life again, and even better, it comes at the expense of the two most disappointing spies in the history of our organization.” She said, now glancing at the trapped Victoria and Brooke.

“Victoria…oh, how I wanted to be the one to kill you, but must admit, I do like the idea of watching you suffer in the pits for the rest of your pathetic life.”

“You couldn’t kill me last time, and you won’t succeed this time.” Victoria hissed, an anger that even towards Brooke she didn’t have.

“Hmm, yes, I did fail in murdering you, but your eye was a good consolation prize.” Diane grinned, running her finger over her left eye, the same green as the one Victoria was missing.

Victoria's whole body went rigid as if someone had stabbed her, and Brooke looked over at her rival with wide eyes.

“YOU BITCH! LET ME DOWN, AND I CAN PAY YOU BACK RIGHT NOW!” The blonde screamed, straining at her chains as if to rip into Diane. Her voice went shrill, a level of uncontrol only Brooke had seen in the passion of their sexfight, and not once before or since.

“Victoria, don’t let her get to you!” Sienna yelled, surprisingly.

“Calm down!” Brooke added, but Victoria was seeing red, seething like an animal with bared teeth at the professional beauty.

Diane simply laughed at her longtime rival, “It’s okay, let one eye here live in her pain. Maybe I’ll request her to be drugged and fucked like a dog in a few days to ease the frustration she feels.”

Suddenly, the door opened again, and in walked the Countess in a lab coat and not much else, if you guessed by her bare, strong legs. She had circular,r big glasses on, and the coat showed off her full chest and shapely, toned legs. She took in the sight of the prisoners smoothly and even seemed to take the two Brookes in stride. “Hello, everyone. Sorry, I’m late.”

“Courtney, again, you are late to the summons. What happened this time?” Diane replied, giving a glare at the new arrival, who, in turn, basically ignored her, her brown eyes finding Sienna and sparkling.

“Oh, sorry, I was working in the lab, but I heard we caught the intruders! I was wondering if I could speak privately to…”

But Quinn put her hand up, and Courtney stopped mid-sentence. Brooke noticed a twitch in the young woman’s eye, a sign that she was not one to take orders lightly.

“We can review your requests when WE can speak in private.” Diane snapped at the young scientist in her white lab coat, and Quinn nodded at her second in command. “Yes, it can wait, Courtney. We will put them in the pits. You can meet with anyone you want once they are drugged.”

The sexy looking Countess pushed up her glasses and then looked at Sienna, who was glaring back at her. “Hmmm.” She mummed, but said nothing else, her brown eyes glancing at Sienna every few seconds.

Now that the other conversations were done, Brooke had so many questions, but she could only get out the first that was on the tip of her tongue, “But why me?”

“Oh, quite a few reasons, really,” Quinn responded, turning back to the trapped women. She brought a finger to her chin and paced back and forth in front of Brooke, her ass looking just as good in the gold as Brooke’s did in the silver. “Firstly, we are actually the most compatible. My old body and yours are nearly identical in terms of blood, DNA, and peak performance. Trust me, I was as shocked as you when the results came back. Obviously, I had other options, but ours made the most sense, and I’m a perfectionist. Secondly, and this might surprise you, but our sexual tastes are very aligned. My mind, of course, is my own, but your body was built for sexual…exploration. After reading and analyzing all your sexfighting missions, I was able to confirm that it could be used for everything I need. I needed a body to enjoy and could use to get what I desired. Simply put, you were one of the biggest sluts I have ever reviewed…though still a bit less than me, admittedly.” She added at the end with a smirk.

Brooke was speechless, her whole life as a spy looking more and more like a farce with every word.

“Now, before you ask, no, I’m not some robot; this is a fully real body, and I’ve already started to make it my own, improve it. I have already surpassed yours, honestly.” She added teasingly, but Brooke felt the insult at her core. If this bitch chose her body to copy for the reasons she mentioned, then there was a really easy way for them to determine who was better.

“Prove it. Let’s have a sexfight, original versus clone. The winner locks the loser away for good!” Brooke hissed. There was no way that Quinn hadn’t considered it.

“Clone? I guess that is a slightly accurate interpretation, but quite rude because I’m me, and you are you. We shared bodies but not minds, so I think twins is a bit more accurate. And I’m 100% confident if we ever did tangle, you would be calling yourself the clone in the end.”

Diane laughed at the remark as Brooke glared at Quinn. Quinn shook her head, “Sadly, we will never get the chance to really see anything between us. But don’t worry, that is not because we are going to kill you three yet. You will all remain here, locked up. This is the life of the losers of this spy game we played.”

Neither Victoria, Brooke, nor Sienna spoke, the reality of their situation setting in. Diane was beaming, looking at Victoria, but Courtney was looking at Quinn with an interesting expression that Brooke couldn’t understand.

Quinn giggled, “But since you asked, let me give you a taste of what would happen if you ever tried to compete with me.” She stepped forward to Brooke, who squirmed seeing herself approach. An evil copy, a reflection whose eyes were less warm and had a darkness to them. Quinn stood right in front of Brooke, their tits just touching but separated by walls of latex. Quinn tilted her head to the right, and Brooke did the same, both doing the natural motion. Then, Brooke kissed Quinn, closing the distance and letting the matching pairs of soft pink lips caress. It was so soft at first, and a warning of danger shot through Brooke’s body. But she didn’t have time to compute this as the other pair began to move, and so did hers. It was soft, light brushes before a groan and slip of a tongue, but whose tongue moved first, neither would admit.

The two identical bodies made out with one still trapped to the wall. The original Brooke groaned in frustration with how amazing it felt to kiss herself, to feel the challenge of her own body already demanding to fight itself. Luckily, she seemed not to be the only one, as Quinn was panting in equal heat in their first kiss. Every time their lips separated, there were hot strings of spit connecting them. As the seconds ticked on, the kiss got sloppier, wetter, oozing towards the side of their mouths. After almost 15 seconds, the kiss was ended by Quinn. She brushed some of her honey blonde hair out of the way and then did the same to Brooke, whose ponytail remained. Their matching blue eyes blinked in surprise, and their equal faces blushed red in passion.

“Fascinating.” Quinn breathed between their still-touching pink lips, and then she stepped away with a leveled stare. The rest of the women in the room looked very aroused watching the twin Brookes swap spit. Before things got out of hand, Quinn fixed her hair and readjusted her gold suit. She then eyed all three locked-up women. “Well, sadly, we will be leaving you here now. I will send some men in shortly to start the process of breaking your wills. It will not be a fun process for any of you.”

“I won’t let you get away with this, Quinn.” Brooke hissed, desperate to stop this bitch, and kiss her again.

“Oh, sweet Brooke, this game is over. But be happy. Know that your body is going to rule this world from the shadows forever.” Quinn laughed and turned, walking with her swaying hips and ass in the gold suit. Diane followed, but Courtney lingered a few seconds, eyeing Sienna a bit longer. But she left too, muttering something under her breath that Brooke couldn’t hear.

10 minutes later, the bickering began, and Brooke snapped back to where she was now. It felt like the last week of her life had flashed before her eyes, and once again she tried to break the locks on her legs as Sienna and Victoria fell silent, everyone out of ideas. It was hard not to feel the despair creeping into them. Even if they escaped, Victoria would be hunted forever, and in the end, she could not escape her past or an Organization that lived forever. Sienna had failed to protect the artifact, her promise broken, and the research was out in the world, unchecked by the powerful. And Brooke, not only had she failed as a spy, but now another person had stolen her body and life. Quinn was right; she was still far too naïve. She remembered growing up and how badly she wanted a sister. It is an ironically cruel joke that it seemed she now had a twin.

But fuck Quinn. Fuck her for stealing her body, and fuck all the other bitches who ran this group. She had come too far to be some sex slave for the rest of her life; she wouldn’t do it. She just needed a chance, a chance to get at Quinn because if her kiss told her anything, the bitch was very interested in having a one-on-one sexfight with her to the orgasmic end.

“We need to get out of here,” Brooke growled, her rage seeping into her voice to the point that both Victoria and Sienna glanced over at her in surprise.

“Well, unless you have any tricks up your sleeve, Brooke, we aren’t going anywhere. We failed, and we will be lucky to get out of here alive,” Victoria murmured; her defeated tone equally as unnatural from her mouth. Maybe it was Diane, or maybe it was the year on the run, but Victoria seemed like she had run out of steam.

For some reason, hearing the ex-spy sound like that pissed Brooke off. This whole thing pissed her off, and she wasn’t going to let her longtime rival act like this before she finished breaking her will sexually, “Shut the fuck up, Victoria. We are getting out of here because I’m not letting you think that our fight was a mistake. I’m going to fuck you into a coma as soon as I’m done fucking Quinn into a slave.”

Victoria’s one good green eye flashed, and she turned her head, “You bitch. Our first fight was a fucking warm-up with that stupid serum. The next time I’ll have you in every fucking way until you pass out.”

“You can wait for your turn. I’m going to fuck Brooke first, she and I have an oil massage to finish, and that's the reason I am fucking trapped with you two sluts.” Sienna snapped, her black eyes glowing in anger.

“Fuck off, Princess. I’ll leave you in a puddle of your own cum after I finish Brooke.”

Brooke grinned as the women hissed at sexual threats and how they were gonna settle their issues as soon as this nightmare was over. It was as though their anger and desire overwhelmed their despair and would get them ready to fuck those three bitches down. Now she just needed to get them out of this fucking prison for just a chance at some of the nastiest sexfights that could happen.

Suddenly, the bolts around their wrists and ankles unlocked, and the three women shrieked in unison at the short fall, though they landed gracefully on the prison floor like cats. “What the hell?” Brooke whispered in shock, looking around, waiting for an attack. But instead, the door of the prison opened! Yet, no one entered, and no guards were stationed to watch them.

“Victoria? Another one of your surprises?” Sienna questioned the ex-spy.

“No, this is not my doing, but I do not think we should let this opportunity pass us by.” The blonde replied, and Brooke nodded in agreement. She had to get to Quinn and end this Organization. No longer hesitating, the three women sprinted out of the cell, following Victoria, who was leading them to the elevator where she was sure Diane, Courtney, and Quinn were located. Victoria, Brooke, and Sienna, now on the hunt, three incredible sexpots sprinting down the halls of the hotels wearing their skin latex suits and taking out any resistance they met with ease.

As the three turned the final corner to the elevator, all three stopped in her tracks; standing at the front of the door was the young Countess still in her white lab coat. The dark brown-haired woman looked surprised, her eyes flashing between the three sexy women in front of her, but her brown orbs landed on Sienna the longest. “Wow, that’s not good.” She huffed, but then a little grin came from her red lips. She pulled out from behind her back the small artifact, waving it once at the three women before disappearing down a hall to the left and away from the elevator in a sprint.

“I’m going after her,” Sienna yelled, and Brooke could tell from the firmness of her voice that she would not be swayed.

“It’s a trap, you fool.” Victoria hissed, her body on edge as she looked back at where they came from, checking for more guards.

“Yeah, but this is my only chance. I need to know how she found out the secrets of my culture. Good luck, you two…I mean it.” Sienna yelled back, already moving down the hallway and taking a sharp left, the way the Countess had gone. She broke out in a sprint, desperate not to lose the trail of the Countess.

Sienna mapped that she would end up in one of the furthest pools on the western part of the island as she ran down the hall. She chased the trail of the Countess for almost 3 minutes, worried that maybe she had lost her. But on the floor next to the exit was the white lab coat that the Countess had been wearing. Running out to the pool in her black catsuit would draw way too much attention, so Sienna stripped down to her itty bitty tiny string bikini that she was very thankful she wore underneath.

She opened the door and closed it quickly, hit by the wave of natural heat. The door was literally unnoticeable in the wall of the hotel unless you knew it was already there. There was basically a party going on around her suddenly, such a weird change from the prison less than a few minutes ago. And a bunch of men and women were dancing and jumping into the pool. The people were acting like this was some major college party, a thing Sienna missed from her time secretly studying abroad.

Still on the hunt, Sienna made her way through the crowd, quickly drawing eyes and hoots of appreciation at the skimpiness of her bikini. She continued to look, desperate to find the Countess or Courtney as she now knew her. She moved towards the edge of the furthest pool and then froze. She saw her, the Countess was standing near the edge of the forest and pool, right near the wall marked with signs to go no further. When Sienna locked eyes with her, the woman grinned, still holding the artifact. She then turned, and Sienna hissed, seeing the woman was wearing an equally tiny string bikini, her entire ass on display besides three little blue lines thinner than a pencil. But she only got a glimpse as the Countess jumped the fence and disappeared into the isolated forest, daring the Princess to follow her alone. Sienna moved across the party quickly, and then, looking back at the hotel, wondering if her allies of the day were okay, she hopped the fence and followed Courtney McBrayer into the dense, muggy forest.


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Back in the hotel, and after ascending the fast elevator, Brooke and Victoria ran side by side in their catsuits, enemies united. They no longer met any resistance on the top floor. Per all their combined intel, there were only two rooms on this floor, and they suspected both their enemies would be here. Coming to what they thought was the second-to-last door, it opened straight up, and they rushed in, hearing it close and seal behind them. Yet, they found it empty with a large, tiled floor with a single desk and a lone woman with long, midnight black wavy hair sitting behind it.

“Already? Ugh, that stupid scientist. I just knew we should have executed you three right away…slaves like you are far too troublesome.” Diane hissed, standing there in her white latex catsuit, the same size, color, and style as Victoria’s except the ex-spies was zipped down to her navel while Diane’s was fully zipped up.

“Where is Quinn?” Brooke demanded, and Diane’s eyes flashed in anger at the spy even daring to speak to her, “I won’t allow you to disturb her; you two both have a date in the pit.” She sneered, her green eyes flashing. It all happened so fast. Diane had hit a button on the desk, and the entire floor started to open up under Brooke and Victoria. But before Brooke could even think, she was kicked just hard enough for her to lunge forward and miss falling in the first hole. This gave Brooke a chance, and she hopped and jumped milliseconds ahead of the openings towards the far door, with Victoria trapped on the other, with no way around.

“Bitch!” Diane yelled, shocked that Victoria had shot Brooke forward instead of herself. From her own wrist, she launched a small claw rope towards Brooke, but before it reached the spy, Victoria had already shot her own twine, and the two strings hooked. Victoria’s gear seemed more advanced than the Organization’s design, shooting a surge of electricity into Diane’s own wrist launcher, malfunctioning it for a moment. But that is where her tricks ended, and with a scream, Victoria fell through the growing hole in the floor, from which she could not escape. A desperate Diane screamed in surprise as she was unable to disengage her wire or force the launcher off her wrist.

Brooke landed on her feet behind the desk and whipped around just in time to see Victoria fall with Diane in tow. She wanted to save her ally, but she felt like she could hear Victoria whisper in her ear, ‘Continue the mission…you bitch.’ Where they would end up, Brooke had no idea.
Unable to go anywhere but forward, Brooke pressed on down the final hall, with only a single door at the end. She was ready to hack the device again, but there was no need. It opened invitingly, and she slowed down to a walk as she entered the king's suite.

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Victoria pulled Diane in, who met her happily on the slick slide they ended up collapsing down on it. They screamed as they tumbled, clawing at each other’s thin latex suits and faces, their spy wristbands coming off, now completely useless. After exchanging a few slaps, both women lost their sense of direction, and they kicked apart just to stop the spinning. They fell for a long time, until Victoria and Diane crashed onto a hard stone floor half a mile below where they had started. They gasped for breath, needing almost a few minutes to steady themselves from the dizziness of the fall. Finally, Victoria sat up and looked around the pitch-black room with the single bulb of light above them, ‘Where the hell were they?’ She thought. But she was sure she knew the answers, the pits.

Diane had stood and was glaring at Victoria while her purple lips curled into a cruel grin. Then, with an unexpected speed, Diane spun and sprinted into the darkness of a tunnel on the other side of the stone room. “Fuck!” Victoria hissed. She had to go after her. She surmised that Diane was the only person who could lead her to the exit of the Pits if she ever wanted to escape. Victoria jumped up in her red catsuit and chased after Diane and into the darkness of the dungeon.

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As Brooke walked into the final room of the hotel, she felt in awe of its vast and updated style. It felt like she had just walked into a top-line Manhattan apartment, aka her dream life. It had a full kitchen, glass stairs to the second floor, and all-glass walls, including to the outside. It looked so incredible, but there was one thing out of place. There in the center of the room was a massive California king bed…and the leader of the organization, Quinn, was standing there in front, still in her gold catsuit. Quinn was reading some documents, and when she looked up, her blue eyes widened in excitement.

“Wow, you escaped. And you got past Diane. Now this is a surprise, you are just full of them, aren’t you, Brooke?” She placed the papers down and tapped her chin. “I assume the Countess must have let you out? She was so desperate to talk to Princess Sienna. Very frustrating, but alas, now that her research is done, we can dispose of her soon.”

“Allies are that disposable to you, huh?”

“Of course they are. We all play this game, and everyone knows the rules.” Quinn stopped and stood with her hands on her hips in the gold suit. “I’m guessing Victoria and Diane are now fighting? That will be a very interesting fight, though I’m confident my raven-haired beauty will destroy your blonde-haired slut.”

“Doubtful, Victoria is the best fuck I have ever had. A prude like Diane has no chance.”

“Hmm, I guess we will find out.” Quinn teased, and she began to circle Brooke in a wide circle. Brooke huffed, pushing down all her dirty thoughts as she viewed the clone, “Give up, Quinn. I’m taking you in.” She said with far more bravado than she felt. With no weapon and in the enemy base, she doubted she gave off much of a threat to Quinn of all people.

“Oh, no, I won’t be going anywhere. This is the beginning of my new hidden world order, built from the work of the Organization, the one you helped for so long, the one that gave you a purpose!”

“Yeah, and I’m here to make up for my mistakes, and I’m going to start by stopping you.”

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?” Quinn asked, her flirty tone back and amped up to the highest of levels as she continued her circles.

“Anyway, necessary.”

“Interesting…I assume that your offer still stands? A little sexfight between us? Settle everything with our bodies and sexual skills? I would much rather do that than fight to the death.”

Brooke followed the circling woman and then gave a small nod. This is how it had to be; the underlying sexual implications between them were far too great. “It does, and I agree.”

“Wonderful, because I just can’t have you running around the world, can I? Far too much DNA security nowadays, and that means you can access everything I can. But I can’t kill you, there is still too much to study. So destroying your body with my sex and leaving you a husk is the best option. ”

“You are way too overconfident,” Brooke taunted as she felt the time was coming.

“Am I? I guess it’s time to show you why.” Quinn challenged. She stopped in front of Brooke before reaching up slowly to unzip her gold catsuit down to the top of her navel. She wore nothing underneath. Brooke watched with hungry, glazed eyes as the copy of her reached into her gold suit. Then, Quinn pulled her hand out, fingers dripping in white thick cum. She wiggled her fingers at Brooke and then started to lick them slowly, her bright blue eyes looking insane with lust.

Brooke chuckled and followed suit with the host of the room, undoing her silver latex suit from the front and allowing her full breasts to breathe and her stomach to flex. Then she further copied Quinn, reaching in to find her sweet pussy gushing already. The week of being around all these sexually heated women had her in a frenzy, as Brooke had never been. Penelope from the pool, Nina from the casino, the Countess Courtney, Diane, Sienna, and, of course, Victoria.

All of the sights and feelings built up, and now she was going to unleash it on the biggest slut and monster of all, risk it while using her greatest talent against a woman who thought she was better. A woman with her own body, and one she knew better than any. She licked her hands cum covered hands, slowly, her blue eyes equally as crazed as Quinn’s, her lust at an all-time high. “Let’s fuck, clone.” They said in unison with dangerous expressions as they began to approach each other.

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