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Vera wandered around the massive ballroom for what seemed to be the fifteenth time this night. Patrol duty, it was unbelievable. How dare Sarge assign someone like her to patrol duty, a job usually reserved for the trainees at least. It was embarrassing, but she did as she was told. She took a nonchalant sip from her champagne flute and let her eyes flicker from one expensive suit to the next. “What’s the situation?” Her earpiece crackled to life as Sarge directed the question to her. “Nothing much, situation looks like it’s controlled,” she murmured back. Her dress however, was the opposite. It was tight but stretchy, allowing for movement, but she could still feel the stares centered towards her bust and her ass. Vera dressed up for this occasion and even let her dark hair hang in curls for once. She knew her scarlet lipstick attracted the attention of a few sleazy geezers and more than one disapproving glance. She was also aware of the dip in her collar, letting her cleavage make itself known. She smirked and finished off her champagne, depositing the empty glass on a nearby table. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye. She looked up and saw a figure darting up the flight of stairs to the second etimesgut escort floor. Where the residential suites were. Narrowing her eyes, she walked up the stairs as quickly as she could without drawing any attention to herself (as difficult a task that was, she was fairly sure she pulled it off) and broke into a sprint when she reached the second floor. The strange figure took the elevator and quickly she followed. She managed to get in just as the doors shut and smiled primly at her prey. “So…we meet again Agent 5.” The person turned and Vera almost gasped. Almost. “Xi,” she breathed out. It’d been a long time since she’d seen the Hong Kong operative. She missed her, as much as she hated to admit it, and she’d taken a liking to the Hong Kong native. She didn’t look like she’d aged a day since the last time they’d met seven years ago. Same blue-black hair trimmed to an elegant bob, same almond shaped eyes, and the same sensual smile that pulled at the corners of her painted mouth. Her figure was still as toned and sleek as ever, made even sleeker by the presence of her black pumps. Her tight black dress with the slit up the side held an unspoken promise. Vera knew eryaman escort Xi was looking at her the same way, her pupils dilated with lust as they roved up and down her body. Too soon, the elevator doors slid open. Without another word, Xi dashed out and Vera knew to follow. Her target slipped into a hotel room and she let herself in, locking the door behind her. “So what brings you to Vegas?” Vera asked as she approached Xi with slow, careful strides. “A source told me that Venezuela left some important documents here. I thought it best to investigate but it seems my source led me to the wrong room. So here we are.” “Mm, but I don’t know if you should leave this room with such knowledge,” she replied and stepped closer. Her eyes wandered to the slit in Xi’s dress and up to her pursed cherry lips. They looked sweet enough to suck. She knew the other woman was eyeing the way her breasts pushed against the restricting fabric of her strapless dress and the way the skirt slid up ever so slightly with every twitch of her thighs. She hadn’t seen her in so long. Vera could still remember the feeling of those hands running through her hair and between her legs. With a slight sincan escort shudder, she dismissed the very thought. They circled each other like birds of prey in the empty hotel room. Agent 5 lowered herself into a fighting stance and Xi did the same. Both were clad in cocktail dresses and heels, evidence of the gala that was going on several floors beneath their feet. “So how’s Hong Kong?” Agent 5 asked, hoping to diffuse the tense silence. Xi chuckled, momentarily surprised, before catching on to the code. “Busy as ever, but we had a power outage a few weeks ago.” “Shame. Anybody fix it?” “Yes, but the mechanic told us to watch out for another one.” “And when is that scheduled?” As soon as the words left her mouth, the lights shut off, along with the multiple bugs situated throughout the suite. Agent 5 smirked and she felt the other agent ghost closer. She felt her breath against her neck and shuddered. With a low moan, she dipped down and captured Xi’s mouth with her own. She tasted like smoke and lipstick. “It’s been too long,” Agent 5 whispered, her fingers already grasping at the zipper on Xi’s dress. She heard the sound of the dress fall to the ground. In the moonlight, she was beautiful. All she had on were her lingerie, black pantyhose, and those damn heels. “We only have an hour until they realize something’s up.” A thumb rubbed over her cheek and fingers threaded themselves into her hair. “Plenty of time then,” she replied, and she felt slender fingers pull down her dress.
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