Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller (6 page)

I still couldn't take my eyes off the
General, who sat across from me in the limo. His air of confidence
was amazingly attractive. I noticed Jessie ogling him also, as she
sat next to me. I'm happy to say that Tom Trevor was not with us.
Thank God.

There was a fourth person in the rear of the
car with us...a very beautiful woman sat next to the General,
across from Jessie. I had not yet had the pleasure of being
introduced to her. She also had an air of power and confidence
about her. She wasn't old, but had long, wavy blonde-white hair,
which fell behind her back like a waterfall. Her sleek eyebrows
matched the color of her hair, perhaps a shade darker, above dark,
brown feline eyes, and her skin reminded me of porcelain. Soft,
creamy. Her thick lips becoming high cheekbones. She was stunning
in her beauty...seemingly regal. She reminded me of Marilyn
Monroe.

No doubt about it...she was one of us.

The General had been on his cell phone ever
since we entered the air conditioned cabin of the limousine. Other
than his constant speech, the rest of us sat silently. I tried to
ponder my fate, but my eyes...my mind...kept going back to Hank
Gibbons. He was far older than I was, but that didn't keep me from
watching him, thinking of him...fantasizing about him.

I almost drifted off in a fantasy...the
General and I, in the rear of this limo alone, stripping off each
others clothes, his body against mine...his lips on my nipples, my
hand at his crotch...but the fantasy was interrupted by the General
himself, closing his cellphone with a snap, clearing his throat to
gain everyone's attention.

“Ladies...Phase one of our project is now
completed. As silly as this may sound, Miss Steel has matured in to
womanhood, and should be physically and emotionally ready to enter
the second phase of the project...schooling and training. But
before we do that, I'm afraid, Miss Steel, you're going to have to
undergo some rigorous testing.” said the General.

I did not like the sound of that.

The General addressed me. “Miss Steel, you
are perhaps one of the most amazing human beings on the planet.
Before we move forward with the next phase of your life, we have to
know what we're dealing with; therefore, the testing. I'm sure you
have a million and one questions, and many of the tests we put you
through will answer some of those questions.”

I nodded, not sure what to say or do. I did
love that he kept calling me Miss Steel.

The General continued. “Miss Steel, to my
right is Renee Clousseau, who will be taking over the matriarchal
position from Agent Rand. Most of us call her Madame Clousseau, and
you'll find out why soon enough.” He smiled...a wicked smile.

Madame Clousseau extended her hand to me,
which I took. However, she didn't shake or squeeze my hand, but
caressed it. I shuddered at her touch, the slit between my legs
becoming noticeably warm and wet. I had never been attracted to a
woman before, but I found myself incapable of otherwise.

“Please call me Madame Renee, Samantha.” she
spoke warmly, a light French accent poking through. I noticed her
light smile sparkled, making her face appear to light up. “I
suspect we'll be spending quite a bit of time together.” She smiled
again, then sucked her lower lip in beneath her two front
teeth...gently biting it...a very sexy gesture on her part.

I was, again, at a loss for words.

“Miss Steel, the Madame will be teaching you
very special skills throughout your stay with her, while we're
learning of your abilities. We all came from similar circumstance,
but you...you are Steel's masterpiece. He broke the mold with you.”
said General Gibbons.

“Will I get to meet Dr. Steel?” I asked.

The General frowned. “I'm afraid that's not
possible, Miss Steel. After you were born, there was a terrible
explosion in his lab...no accident, I suspect. The doctor was
killed. There were only skeletal remains.”

“Oh.” I said, saddened by this unexpected
news.

“We were lucky to save some of his notes and
papers, to aid us with what research we could do. But the
duplication of his work, without him, has been impossible.” the
General said, a sadness passing on his face. “We kept him alive by
giving you his name. Steel.”

A silence fell across the rear of the limo,
as we sped along. I began to ponder what I was headed for...a vast
unknown, even though my fate was decided before I was even
born.

The General's cellphone rang...he answered
with a strength in his voice...a strength in his being. I stared at
him, as he barked orders into the phone with confidence and
enthusiasm. This man...he impressed me, and I felt the heat. All
over me.

I drifted off to sleep, watching him in
action, still a million and one questions on my mind.

I began to dream again, to fantasize...The
General and I, alone in the back of the limo...he was sitting
across from me. He was talking to me, but his words were
incoherent. He suddenly lunged at me, his lips in the crook of my
neck, nibbling at my skin. My body shuddered with goosebumps, my
nipples hardening as he cupped my breast. I felt his erection
rubbing on my leg...as I drifted deeper into my desires...my
dreams.

Ten

My eyes opened upon darkened light. The dawn
was just about to break, a very vague ray of sunshine was
attempting to peek it's way around the drapes.

I was in bed, in a suite, in Vegas. The
General was on my mind, as I recalled my dreams...all from past
memories. Memories of how this all came to be.

All those questions I had...they were
answered. And then some.

I reached down between my legs, feeling the
hot wetness there. The dreams I used to have, and still do, of the
General...God they made me hot. Just the memory had me dripping. I
was just a kid back then, but there was no doubt about my lust for
that man.

I stretched my body across the bed, suddenly
aware that my bed mate's erection was rubbing against my leg. No
wonder I felt it in my dream. I turned on my right shoulder, just
enough light in the room to see his hazel eyes, watching me. “Mm
mm, good morning.” I said, giving a quick three stroke to his
manhood. He closed his eyes, a quiver of a smile spreading on his
face.

I arose from the bed, needing to pee again,
before we got started on the morning exercise. I held up a finger
to my lover, letting him know I'd be right back. I threw a silk
sheet around my body, after noting the coolness in the room. I
wanted my body to stay hot...not cool down. That dream I had...it
lit a burning fire in my loins. As I said, I'm insatiable.

I quickly did the bathroom thing, and
returned to Mr. No-Name. He was waiting for me outside the
bathroom, standing in the dimness...a grin, an erection, and a lust
in his eyes. He stepped at me, his cock bumping in to my naval, as
we kissed. Our tongues collided...fondling each other. Feeling the
softness of his tongue, I allowed some extra saliva to drip into
his mouth from mine. I waited for his reaction. My secret
weapon...I know it wasn't necessary to use, but I loved the effect
it had.

Five seconds, ten seconds...fifteen seconds
later, and suddenly my hazel eyed companion lost control. He picked
me up, cupping my buttocks with his hands, and quickly threw me
down on the silk sheets. He attacked my pussy, spreading my legs
wide with his hands, his mouth and tongue licking my clit and the
lips of my pussy with ferocity. His tongue darted in and out of me.
A finger found my clit, and quickly flicked at it, over and over.
He joined his finger with his tongue, ravishing my button...I
moaned, my body quivering as a burning hot orgasm ripped through
me. His face was covered with my wetness, but he didn't stop...he
continued at my clit with finger and tongue, swirling and flicking.
He inserted a finger inside me, quickly pumping into the wetness
that was there.

I began to spasm again...another stream of my
juices engulfed his finger, the orgasm causing me to buck wildly. I
groaned passionately. He let up for a second, watching my body
writhe in ecstasy. This was my chance to return the favor.

I quickly slid underneath him, to the edge of
the bed, standing him up in front of me while I sat, his penis now
inches from my face. I cupped his balls with one hand, and slowly
began to stroke him. I wanted to slow this down a bit. My saliva
had really got him going, but now I wanted slow, hot sex.

I took his cock in my mouth, first swirling
my tongue around his head. Mr. No-Name's body stiffened, a guttural
moan escaping his lips. I released the muscles in my jaws, and took
his cock in. His head touched the back of my throat, and I clenched
my jaws, grasping his manhood tightly between the roof of my mouth
and my tongue. He gently rocked his hips, one hand coming up to
grasp the back of my head.

I released his cock, and then began to slowly
bob my lips, but just on the head. He grew anxious, attempting to
thrust his cock deep into my mouth again, but I slowed him down, my
hands pushing him back against his abdomen, his rock hard abs
tensing against me. I grabbed his shaft with a strong grasp. He
looked down at me, a mad lust on his face. He tried to force his
cock back in my mouth, moving my hand off of him, when I whispered,
“Relax.” He immediately calmed down. “Close your eyes, and enjoy.”
He did as he was told. My saliva was almost magical.

I took him back in my mouth, swirling my
tongue up and down his shaft. I began to bob my head, up and
down...sometimes taking him part ways, other times deep-throating
him. He put his hands in my hair, and he slowly began to fuck my
face...pumping in and out in a slow rhythm. When he began to move
himself in and out of my mouth faster and faster, I pulled him from
my mouth, and stood up. I didn't know how much staying power he had
left in him, and I wanted him deep inside me.

I spun around, my back to him now, and I
propped both of my knees on the bed, never letting go of his
hardness. I reached underneath my crotch with my other hand, and
guided him inside of me. He entered me slowly, parting my lips just
a bit...first just the head, and then slowly giving me inch after
inch of himself. I held myself up with one hand, my other I used to
tweak my nipples. They reacted growing hard and taut.

He was now pumping me rhythmically, and I
pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. He reached underneath
and around my thigh, giving my button some attention. I felt the
hardness of the muscles in his arm which surrounded my leg. A few
circular strokes of my clit, and I began bucking wildly against his
pumping cock, another small, hot orgasm escaping me. My moans
seemed to really turn him on, because he picked up the tempo of his
thrusting.

He had both his hands now on my buttocks,
every so often caressing the middle of my back down from the nape
of my neck to the crack of my ass. Every time he did this, I would
thrust back at his cock, the tickling spurring extra juice flowing
through my pussy.

He continued his humping, stopping
occasionally while his shaft was completely inside me, swirling his
hips...trying to fill me up. As he did this, he started to finger
my rectum with his thumb. I began to moan at the feeling of the
double penetration.

With his cock deeply inside me, and his thumb
in my ass, I felt an immense heat begin to burn inside me. Building
and building...my heart pounding. Inside me, he began to thrust
wildly, and I felt the head of his penis enlarge as he thrust. He
began to moan loudly, his body beginning to jerk with his
thrusting, as he unleashed his orgasm inside of me. I reached down,
fingering my clit one last time, the wet heat becoming unstoppable.
I exploded, thrusting my hips back at his, waves of pleasure
coursing through me. I moaned from deep within the back of my
throat. I felt the wetness of my orgasm run down my loins.

He fell forward... releasing himself from me,
and fell next to me on the bed. I placed my hand on his muscular
chest, feeling his hot sweat. He moaned at me, grinning. “That was
fucking amazing.” he said. “You can call me for a gig any time
you're in town.”

I smiled at him. “After that
performance...yeah, I'll keep your number.” I said, sounding
cocky.

I breathed deeply, satisfied. For now.

I rose up from the bed, feeling hot and
sweaty all over. “I'm gonna take a quick shower.” I kissed his
cheek, and headed to the bathroom.

***

The water coursed down my body, hot and
massaging.

I turned on the jets of the shower, and water
spurted at my body from eight different directions. I twirled
slowly through the spurting water, tingling all the parts of my
body. I allowed one jet of water to settle on my chest, massaging
my nipples...feeling them harden.

I began to massage them, my fingers brushing
the taut, wet skin. I loved touching my body...the feel of my skin
along my fingertips...it was so relaxing. I let my mind flow
freely, feeling the water cascade down my skin. I became lost,
almost dreaming...

That's when I heard the gunshots...not the
loud shots you'd here in a gunfight, but silenced. Another one of
my gifts...enhanced hearing...picked up on it immediately. My
instincts kicked in, my training taking over.

I bolted from the shower, grabbing a towel,
shutting the light in the bathroom. I left the water running in the
shower. I didn't want to alert anyone that I was aware of their
presence.

I unlatched the door, and allowed it to go
ajar just an inch. I sprawled on the floor, wishing I had my
Walther PPK Pistol, which currently resided between the mattress
and box spring of the hotel suite bed.

I heard shuffling movement just past the
door...a dragging sound. I waited ten seconds, opened the door a
few feet, and without looking, shimmied myself on the carpeted
floor, towards the bed. I moved quickly, catlike...silent. I had no
idea what or who I was up against, so I had to play defense,
instead of rushing out, trying to take down whoever it was that
invaded my territory.