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Lae’ula straightened the lei on Johnny Barracuda’s neck, seeing to it there was not the slightest risk of it being swept off. Besides which, he was a handsome enough man. It pleased her to have the flower necklace which was rendering him so suggestible be symmetrical as well, as aesthetically pleasing as her own luscious body and chic little island dress. Johnny seemed like a man who appreciated both looking good and looking at her. Why else would he be out with her, alone on this Hawaiian beach on this lovely night, so easily falling prey to her and her master’s master plan?

It still somewhat offended her, though, how weak and easily manipulated he’d been. Here she was, a master assassin, and all she’d had to do to accomplish her mission was bat her eyelashes and make a few smutty come-ons. It made Lae’ula feel cheap, like she was just another bimbo in a catsuit, not Don Ka Noi’s strong right hand. So long as she had Johnny in her power, she wished to repay him for that insult. After all, her wiles had worked on him so quickly that she had time to spare. Why not have a little fun?

“Johnny,” she cooed, petting under his chin with her forefinger. “This genetically enhanced lei has you doing anything I say, correct?”

“I suppose so,” Johnny said in the stilted voice of the hypnotized.

“Then be honest.” Lae’ula scratched her fingernail along his pulse. “All the machismo, all the flirting, all the boasting—you’re compensating for something, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Johnny answered with unthinking truthfulness.

“And what is it?”

“That I really like having sex.”

Lae’ula’s amused expression soured. This was not proving as embarrassing as she’d hoped. “Surely your, ah, barracuda isn’t quite as big as you’ve implied?”

“You’re right. It isn’t.”

“Ha!”

“I say it’s twelve inches, but it’s really more like eleven and a half.”

Lae’ula’s eyes narrowed. “You must be delusional. No guy is that big. You’d be a porn star, not a secret agent.”

“Would you like to see it?”

“Yes!” Lae’ula insisted. “Show me!”

Even though Johnny’s eyes were glazed, they also seemed to sparkle. “Every chick does.” He pulled up his Hawaiian shirt enough to unbuckle his dockers, then jerked the fly down.

His prick was truly enormous, a jutting rod of stony flesh that throbbed with anticipation even through his hypnotic daze. Lae’ula’s slanted eyes bulged, first at its size, then as she realized how aroused Johnny must be to have a hard-on through the lei’s soporific effect.

Perhaps, in the eagerness to please her which the lei engendered, he had sensed how much she’d appreciate a long, hard erection like the one he sported. Or perhaps he was just the horny bastard he seemed on the surface right down to the DNA. Either way, Lae’ula now saw some fun she could have that would go far behind laughing at a shrimpy penis.

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Sydney Savage couldn’t believe Johnny was going to actually get it on with a lovely Hawaiian local, any more than she cared, seeing as how he wasn’t her boyfriend. She just worried a little about Lae’ula’s mental state, if a beautiful woman like that had actually responded to Johnny’s crude advances. Who knew? She might be an axe murderer.

Sydney didn’t like Johnny, but she didn’t particularly want him to be axe murdered either. It’d really hurt Valerie’s feelings. So she resolved to drag Lae’ula off Johnny, not because she would be having sex with him and Sydney was jealous, but because she’d be throttling him.

Her eyes quickly grew accustomed to the evening’s growing darkness as she snuck along the treeline, careful to keep herself out of sight. She scanned the shore, but in the frenzy of movement—huge waves, floods of foaming white water, explosions of sea spray against rocky boulders—it was hard to make out any human figures.

A couple of times, she thought she saw silhouettes locked in embraces, but it always turned out to be Sydney’s eyes playing tricks on her. There was no way Johnny had managed to find a woman, much less a beautiful woman, who actually responded to his satyrical advances. Not that Sydney cared, it was just so bizarre. The universe had to make more sense than that!

She had made her way so far through the darkness that she was considering turning back, having possibly passed by Johnny and Lae’ula, when she heard a loud, masculine groan. I’m too late! He’s been hurt! Sydney thought, hurrying towards the source of the sound as fast as she could. She was about to call out a threat dire enough to freeze Lae’ula in her tracks when she heard a soft, womanly giggle.

Freezing behind the brush that shielded her from the beach’s view, Sydney heard voices. One was definitely Johnny’s and he still sounded like he was in pain. There were muffled groans, then a hoarse panting, sharp gasps, as though Johnny was having trouble breathing. Above those distressed noises, Sydney heard Lae’ula’s voice raised in soft giggles. She was torturing him!

Sydney edged closer to the beach, beginning to draw the fronds aside to see through the obscuring plant life. Now she could detect a mocking, even sadistic quality to the giggle. It broke off suddenly, replaced by a moist gurgle. Johnny let out a low groan, then there was a hot wet sluicing sound that Sydney couldn’t place. Oh God, was she sucking his blood?

Vampires were pretty far out, even for your average Danger Girl assignment, but at least it would explain why Lae’ula was interested in Johnny. He had as much blood as any other man, and kept it nicely seasoned with a variety of expensive wines as well.

Sydney dug her nails into the bark of the squat little palm tree she was hiding behind. She tried to order her thoughts. What killed a vampire? Stake through the heart, decapitation, garlic, holy water. She might be able to fashion a stake from one of these trees. She could probably make a crucifix too, though she didn’t know what counted. If she got two branches, did they have to be tied together or could she just hold them in the right shape or did it have to be all one piece, no improvisation allowed?

Another anguished, pleading cry went up in Johnny’s voice—but now it sounded like he was enjoying it! God, what a pig. He would like being sucked on by a vampire. Such was her affront that Sydney instinctively ducked down under the fronds of the palm tree and looked around its short, fat trunk. She could see two darkly shadowed bodies, outlined by the glowing white surf. And as though the sight of them made the sound clearer, she heard Johnny’s words emerging from the noise of the pounding surf.

“Oh God! Yes, yesss! Suck on my cock… just… like… that!”

Sydney sagged against the palm tree in shock. She held a hand to her head, trying to shut out the horrible reality that had killed any fantasy of rescuing Johnny and maybe getting some meek, grateful appreciation from him for once. The man obviously was enjoying himself. He had deserted her for that… that tramp!

Wrapping her arms around the trunk in a strangling grip, Sydney shoved her face against the bark as though she could hide herself by pressing her body flat when it was already out of sight. As bad as it was, catching them doing what they were doing, if Johnny saw her, realized she cared, got to flaunt his conquest in front of her—she’d die of embarrassment.

Her heart slowed; she didn’t dare breathe. But there seemed no chance of them seeing her when they seemed far more interested in producing more and more groans, getting louder and more intense with each passing second. Sydney felt immersed in their heavy breathing, their animal grunts, their pleasured moans.

Soon, the tension was too much for her. She had to see what they were doing, no matter how much it hurt. She inched her head and shoulders around the fat trunk, attuning her eyes to the moon’s yellow light, until finally she could see properly what it was they were doing.

Johnny was stretched out on his back, wearing only a flower lei, his cock shooting up into the moist, glistening lips of Lae’ula’s pink mouth. The bitch wore only a lavender blossom set behind her ear.

Sydney’s eyes widened with the confirmation of her worst fears. The Hawaiian knelt over Johnny’s lap with her long, delicately curving legs sprawled out behind her, all the way to the tickling surf. Her full, firm tits puddled down onto Johnny’s muscular thighs as her head bobbed over his lust-stiffened prick. Her body heaved in time to the slow drawing and sucking of her mouth on his thickly engorged hardness.

Sydney was yards away, her pristine vision showing her each painful detail of how Lae’ula’s lips stretched wide to take in Johnny’s monstrous erection. Her cheeks puffed out, then they hollowed, sucking on every inch of Johnny’s length while she pulled herself all the way up to his throbbing head.

There, she licked around the turgid knob, delighting Johnny with precisely lewd swipes of her tongue. Then Lae’ula ratcheted her mouth down his shaft as she reached between his legs to his heavy balls. She teased her fingernails over the soft, tender skin, Johnny grunting in gratitude as the two sensations mingled, both Lae’ula’s sensual mouth and clever little fingers working him up to ecstasy.

Seeing them in full, Sydney let out the deep gasp that had been gestating in her since she’d first imagined there might be some heat behind Johnny’s usual annoying flirtation. They couldn’t have cared less. She could see how Johnny’s handsome features twisted violently with his enjoyment of being licked and sucked and fondled—God, he was just loving it! His mouth gaped in a lascivious smile, his eyes half-closed, burrow furrowed as if he were concentrating hard on something. Then his hips began to salaciously pump, working his prick up into Lae’ula’s waiting mouth while she twisted her head to the left and right, taking his advances as delicious treats, the taste of his cock offered right to her tongue.

Her moans showcased her sumptuous enjoyment, her craving for more no matter how much was given, and Johnny was clearly feeling the same thing. He bent at the waist, lifting himself up until his hands could reach out to Lae’ula’s hotly swaying breasts. Arm muscles bunched with quivering tension, he ran his fingertips over Lae’ula’s stiffened nipples, moving them in slowly teasing circles along Lae’ula’s areolas. Even with her mouth stuffed full of Johnny’s cock, Lae’ula still let loose wetly sucking mewls of delight to have his fingers work at her.

There was no doubt that Lae’ula was enjoying giving her little blowjob as much as Johnny’s teasing touch on her breasts, just as he was enjoying both her lips around his prick and the feel of her tits. The bastard. The slut. Sydney clenched her hands into fists, tears of anger stinging her eyes. Lae’ula wasn’t even bobbing her head now, the blur of motion obscuring the fine details. Instead, she throated him, giving Sydney a picturesque view of how she suckled the thick cock filling her mouth and touching her gullet.

Sydney watched as Johnny closed his fingers on her hard little nipples and twisted them with force that added a note of pain to Lae’ula’s delighted moans. Lae’ula sat up, pulling her legs under her so she was kneeling, Johnny’s saliva-soaked prick slipping from her mouth. Finally, Sydney thought, she’s stopped. But Lae’ula was only just getting started.

She took Johnny’s cock in hand and stroked the thick, stiff shaft. Sydney saw it tremble into a harder, bigger endowment with every jerk she gave it. It actually scared her, seeing how affected Johnny was by this passionate encounter, and Sydney thought it might forever taint their relationship, ruin whatever it was they had.

She had an urge to run away, but a fear of being seen allowed her to cramp down on it and keep watching. Above all else, she was a spy, meant to gather secrets people didn’t want her to know, and so it was engrained in her to know rather than not know. For Sydney, ignorance could never be bliss.

But how could Johnny do this to her? Johnny wasn’t the best secret agent, but what made him good—passable—was his persistence. Now he’d given up on her for some cheap slut. Sydney thought of the times she’d been tempted to give into him, when he’d held her so close, her breasts warm against his manly chest, how secure she’d felt in his arms, how he’d made her feel so protected. Now here he was, letting a total stranger suck him off. Where was all his desire for her now?

Sydney gasped with little voice as Lae’ula’s tight grasp shucked Johnny’s foreskin up and down, his burgeoning cockhead bursting into view with each downward stroke of her fingers. Sydney was watching so closely, listening so intensely, that she could see Johnny’s mouth open into a silent whimper, overwhelmed by both the handjob Lae’ula was giving him and the sensation of his hands molding and massaging her naked breasts. His fingers sank into the supple flesh to make hard, spastic jerks, pulling at Lae’ula’s tits then pressing them back maddeningly against her body.