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“Blasted nasty little trinket,” Deuce observed, holding up their latest MacGuffin—liberated from a Hammer lab in Macau at considerable effort.

It was more technological than archaeological; Abbey’s expertise in thievery had come in far more handy than any of her college degrees. Now that little trinket—which resembled nothing so much as a slightly flattened brick made up of smoky quartz, featureless except for a panel of cable ports on the back (at least, Val thought it was the back)—was safely out of the wrong hands.

“To think—Hammer redesigned some ancient spell to be propagated through virtually any electronic interface. No chanting or lighting candles, just plug it in and you have a 21st-century hoodoo.”

“But what did it do, exactly?” Val asked, the tech aspect of the case having piqued her interest.

“According to Abbey, it was a spell of suggestion. In the old days, the druids used it on kings and warlords to influence their decisions. But with Hammer’s upgrades, it could’ve circled the world through a simple e-mail. Good thing we caught it while they were still in the testing phase.” Deuce tossed the trinket to Val. “Be a good lass and have a look at it before we put it to bed. It would be nice to find a countermeasure, just in case we need it.”

“Righto,” Val said, setting it down beside her desktop. She tried to remember where she’d stowed her USB cables. She knew she had some around somewhere… “Say, did Johnny happen to mention me… you know… while I wasn’t listening…?”

For once, Deuce’s effortless smoothness came up short. He scratched the back of his head. “Well, ah, Valerie, I think you’re somewhat below his notice. Ah, that is to say, he’s not a man who notices quite a lot. Any fella would be lucky to notice you, but Agent Barracuda… he’s a bit old to be noticing you, isn’t he?”

“I’m eighteen. And that Swedish heiress…”

“She was old enough in Switzerland. Or so I seem to recall.” Deuce cleared his throat. “Val, if a man isn’t apt to notice you, there’s no point getting worked up over him. A good man won’t be able to take his eyes off you, if he’s good for you. That’s your only problem. You’re not Johnny’s type.”

“Flat-chested, you mean?”

“A gentleman doesn’t care about such things,” Deuce insisted huffily.

“I think I’d like meeting someone who isn’t much of a gentleman.”

Deuce scoffed and shook his head. “Valerie, if I were twenty years younger… never mind. Concentrate on your work for now. Don’t let yourself get tied in a knot by a dunce like Barracuda. One day, you’ll wonder what you ever saw in him.”

“Not today,” Val muttered under her breath, but Deuce was already leaving. More to do with the other Danger Girls. Even if he was twenty years too old to do anything about it, Val was still too young to hold his interest.

Oh well. She looked over the brick. If it really worked as advertised, maybe she could use it to get Deuce to spring for some implants. Or hypnotize Johnny into just thinking she had Double Ds. Or she could just cut out the middleman and tell him he wanted to have wild monkey sex with her.

Val paused.

Of course, that’d be wrong. But then, it wasn’t like Johnny was much for abstinence. He hit on Sydney and Abbey every chance he got. At least Val would let him get some action. And in the end, wasn’t that all he really wanted? What Val needed him to do was make the first step, so that she could show him what a good match they were—after that, it’d just be sex, which Johnny was always up for anyway. What harm could it really do? Johnny’d surely been with hundreds of women; Val just wanted to be one of them.

Not letting herself think better of it, she typed up a nothing e-mail to Johnny, then ran to find a cord to plug the brick in. It probably wouldn’t work anyway. If it did, she would have valuable scientific knowledge of how the brick worked. That could be priceless information… like Deuce said, just in case they needed it. So really, she was just following his orders.

Val found her cables. She’d stored them in the drawer with all the condiments, since they both started with the letter C.

***

After a week of letting the brick do its thing, Val mustered up the nerve to approach Johnny. It was surprisingly easy, knowing that he was predisposed to return her feelings. She went up to him on the Danger Yacht, wearing no bra under her T-shirt, and though she wasn’t a Double-D like all of the other Danger Girls, she didn’t think her pert B-cups were anything to be ashamed of. Her sweet apple-sized breasts felt good enough to her when she was masturbating, after all.

“Hey, Johnny, you know how I shut down all the cameras and hack all the security systems and use an AI to predict all the guards’ patrol route so you can sneak into enemy facilities and look cool in front of Abbey and Syd?”

Johnny did not even look up from his magazine. He really did see her as a little kid, even though she’d been eighteen for two whole months now. “Yeah, sure.”

“Well, I kinda got an itsy-bitsy cramp from being bent over my computer all day, doing all that hacking. You think maybe you could give me a backrub? Plllllease?”

“No way!” Johnny protested. “Deuce would kill me if I laid a hand on you. He barely tolerates Abbey and Sydney being all lovelorn for me—of course, those two would wring his neck if he did anything to me.”

“Yeah… right…” Val huddled on the couch next to him and pouted.

Tears of anger and frustration flowed behind her glasses. She sighed loudly in disappointment. Eventually, even Johnny had to notice.

“Hey, don’t you think I want to?” Johnny asked. “Don’t you know how hard I get when I think about you? I’d fuck you in a New York minute except I know what kind of trouble it would get us into.”

Val smiled to herself. There. He’d admitted it. The brick had made him reveal his innermost feelings—or at least given him innermost feelings for her that were the same as the usual babes he hung out with. She could work with that; she was a Danger Girl. Even if she was the smallest Danger Girl, on multiple levels.

“You’re just scared,” she hissed, thinking she could taunt him into bedding her. It was worth a try. Even if it didn’t work, she could get her feelings off her undersized chest.

“I’m not scared of Deuce!” Johnny protested. “I just respect him! A lot! Way too much to ever go behind his back.”

“What if it were Abbey?” Val needled. “What if she wanted to do things with you behind Deuce’s back?”

“Well, I… uh… I need a drink.”

As he got up to go to the kitchen, Val wondered what he would drink and how many he would have.

She’d give him time for a few, letting him get good and relaxed. That should lower his inhibitions. Deuce was off with Sydney and Abbey, celebrating their success with a dinner on land—they wouldn’t be back until late. That would give Val plenty of time alone with Johnny… and just the thought of that sent shivers of anticipation rippling down her thighs. Her nipples stood up. She’d do a lot more than just think about Johnny Barracuda tonight…

She went to take a shower, standing for almost an hour under the soft, warm spray. It brought a deep, rosy glow to her palely freckled skin. Val rubbed oil into herself until she was left smelling lusciously of its scent, then she brushed her short hair to a brilliant sparkle. After that, she put on a black satin slip from her dresser—the sexiest thing she owned.

She looked over it. It was severely cut and had no lace at all, with quite a low neck and tiny shoulder straps. It made Val think of Sophia Loren in all those old Italian movies Deuce watched. If only she had a body like Sophia Loren’s. Oh well, hers would have to do.

She slipped on the soft undergarment, straightening it over her breasts and hips, then studied herself in the mirror. She actually thought she looked pretty sexy. Despite Val being petite to begin with, the slip was short on her, as high across her thighs as it was low on her chest. It just barely covered her nipples and her ass at the same time, which couldn’t have worked out better for Val. And though she didn’t have much of a chest or much of an ass, the tiny slip clung deliciously to every curve she had, magnifying her pert little body.

Val sighed in satisfaction. If this didn’t do the job on Johnny, she would just have to try internet dating. And who would want to date a short, red-haired computer nerd like her? Especially with her health issues—imagine, going through life with no gag reflex…

She heard Johnny moving around outside her door. On impulse, Val went back to her dresser and took out a pair of thin black panties, one she’d bought only on a dare. They were nothing more than see-through nylon and a waistband of dainty black lace. Val stepped into them and pulled them up under her slip, though they didn’t go very far under it. Then she went to her door. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then walked out to face Johnny Barracuda.

Johnny looked up at her approach. His bleary eyes blinked, trying to take in the dazzling display her new outfit made of her body. A lump hopped into his throat. He swallowed it and blinked at her some more, trying to recognize her as the same old Val he was used to.

“What are you wearing?” he gasped.

“What are you wearing?” Val retorted with a smile, sitting down on his lap. “That turtleneck really shows off your muscles. And those pants really show how hung you are. Or are you just like that when there’s a girl wearing a little black dress for you?”

“Dress?! Jesus, Val, I can see right through it!”

“You can see right through me?” Val asked innocently, a hand on her nubile chest in feigned drama-class-shock. “Then you must know what I’m going to do now…”

She kissed him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling her breasts against his chest. Val could taste the martinis he’d drunk and knew he had no way of fighting off both them and her. Just as she’d put on her little nothing to get with him, he’d gotten himself nice and buzzed. Now they were both ready to play. Her pussy throbbed at the thought that it would only be virgin for a few moments more.

“You’re such a fox,” she cooed, rubbing the back of his neck, drawing her body back just far enough that only her nipples were still touching his chest. He had to be able to feel them through that tight turtleneck. “I just can’t control myself, Johnny.”

She kissed him again, parting her lips to allow in his tongue. As it stroked against her own, she felt the warmth of his burgeoning erection under her ass. It throbbed in his pants, pulsing even harder when she rubbed her satin-clad ass against the growing bulge.

Johnny’s hands moved around her, caressing down her slight back until he’d reached the hem of her slip. He pulled it upwards to feel the cool flesh of her naked body.

“Mmmmm,” Val purred, pressing her breasts approvingly into his pecs. “I feel so safe with you. I know you’re going to take good care of me. I’m sooooo glad I have you to take care of me…”

Johnny thrust his handsome face against her small, jiggling breasts. He kept a hand on her ass, clawing his fingers into her small buttock and squeezing it hard. His other hand flowed up her satin-clad body until it was on her tight tit, massaging it through the thin covering of the slip. His erection jumped with the feel of her body, as though sensing the waiting cunt so close to it.

“Damn,” Johnny muttered. “How the hell am I supposed to say no to this? We’ll just have to make sure Deuce never finds out.”

“Well, you are a spy,” Val sighed. “You’re good at keeping secrets. That’s what I want. I want to be your dirty little secret. I want to fuck. I want you to take me to bed and let me have that big cock for the first time in my whole life.”

Val reached under her body until she was touching Johnny’s cock. She felt the gathered strength in his erection, the tense throbbing of its confinement, the roaring heat it wanted to vent into her. She gave it a squeeze as Johnny’s hands caressed her chest and hip.

“Take me to bed,” she repeated in a whisper. “I don’t want to touch your cock through some khakis. I want it in my hand. I want to feel the precum drip onto my fingers. I want to kiss the big knob on the end. I want to feel it rub against my pussy. I want to feel it go in to my pussy…”