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"The Ninja with One Special Sock"
By Shon Richards

	Bethany Taylor relaxed into the comfortable chair.  Across from 
her, her part time boyfriend, Rikimaru, was reading the menu.  His 
intense gray eyes were scanning the items with his usual fervor.  
Rikimaru never did anything casually and Bethany was hoping that would 
again be the case tonight when they retired to their hotel room.  Why 
else would she spend her last paycheck on this black sparkling dress 
that revealed her generous cleavage as well as ride up so high on her 
thighs that she wouldn't have to take her dress off when they fucked 
later?

	The blonde giggled at her impure thoughts.  As a top espionage 
agent for Diligent Enterprises, Bethany often traveled to exotic 
locations and dealt with even more exotic sexual situations.  From 
executives to security guards she had fucked them all in order to 
accomplish her missions but there was something special about Rikimaru.  
He was strictly for recreation and that always sent shivers from her 
perky breasts to her blue painted toes.
	
	"I'm really sorry for missing Valentine's Day," her Asian 
boyfriend asked.  

	Bethany waved it off.  "I was busy too.  I had to break into 
Forever Online and crash their servers."

	"The computer game company?" Rikimaru laughed.  "They have those 
cybernetic guards that they culled from their best players, right?"

	Bethany smiled.  This is why she loved Rikimaru: he was one of 
the few people on the face of the Earth who knew and understood her 
job.  Most people get upset if you tell them you wrecked a company and 
sent their employees into unemployment but Rikimaru always wanted to 
compare notes.

	"What were you doing on Valentine's Day?" Bethany asked.

	Rikimaru's smile faded.  "Sorry, Duchandu business," he said, 
invoking the name of his father's corporation.

	"Oh you can tell me," Bethany said.  "I'm off duty tonight."

	Rikimaru was stern.  "My father would flay me, castrate me and 
drop me in boiling oil if I told you.  And that's only because he would 
be going easy on me for being his son."

	Bethany frowned.  The competition between their companies was 
always a sore point.  Their jobs were identical but their goals were 
often against one another.  They had an identical loyalty to their jobs 
that may hurt their relationship in the future.  

She looked down at the restaurant to get her mind off the 
inevitable clash that they will have one day.  Rikimaru had reserved a 
terrace table that allowed them easy access to view the rest of the 
gorgeous place.  That was when she spotted a brunette in a slinky red 
dress with no tits to speak off.

"Oh shit," Bethany said.  "It's Amy Valentine!  What the fuck is 
she doing here?"

"Amy?" Rikimaru asked.  "The Paragon Industries agent with the 
big ass and small chest?  She has long brown hair and a nasty habit of 
being on the same mission as you?  Never heard of her."

Bethany gave her boyfriend a quick glare before she broke out 
laughing at his smile.

"Sorry, you only mention her every time we meet," Rikimaru 
teased.  "I wonder what she's doing here.  Is she with someone?"

"No," Bethany responded.  "She's sitting alone but I recognize 
her purse.  It's really a camera, and she's spying on the elderly 
couple two tables in front of her."

Rikimaru turned and looked.  "She looks lonely," he said.  "I bet 
she's wishing she was at such a romantic restaurant with someone rather 
than working."

"Screw her love life," Bethany hissed.  "I need to figure out 
what she's doing here and try to stop her.  Anything Paragon Industries 
wants her to do can't be good for my company."

"No," Rikimaru said simply.  "Like you said, you're off-duty.  
You have no obligation to do anything but have a good time.  Here comes 
our waiter."

Bethany continued to watch Amy while Rikimaru ordered for both of 
them.  She knew he was right, but Bethany didn't fight Amy on a weekly 
basis just to sit by and watch Amy do a mission unopposed.  The blonde 
stared hard at the couple Amy was spying on and tried to figure out who 
they were.

The agent was shaken out of her concentration by a strange warm 
touch on her knee.  Bethany jumped as Rikimaru smiled.  Her skin was 
tingling where the cloth glided over knee.

"It's a new type of material," Rikimaru said to her unasked 
question.  "The original intention was to create a glove that could 
cling to walls without causing damage but the researchers found that 
the textures had more of a tactile attraction towards skin."

"You mean that's your sock?" Bethany gasped.  His foot was 
sending shivers down her legs and up her thighs.  It was like being 
rubbed by a hundred tiny fingers.

"I hope you don't mind being touched by a sock," Rikimaru said.  
"Some women find it crude, but I thought the invention was too 
interesting to keep within the company.  I knew I could trust you to 
keep it a secret."

"Of course," Bethany said and then gasped.  His sock had moved.  
The pleasant tingling was now sandwhiched between her thighs.  She 
wondered if anyone could see them but she realized the tablecloth 
covered everything.  Bethany knew she should push his foot away but the 
sensations froze her to her seat.

"I also thought it might help you get your mind off work," 
Rikimaru said.  "But I have to admit, I didn't expect Amy to show up.  
Looks like I get to field test the sensual properties more than I 
expected."

"What do you mean?" Bethany gasped.  The sock clad foot was 
moving further up her dress.

"I mean that I have counted the days and slain enemies until we 
could meet again and I'll be damned if I'm going to let Amy distract 
you from our first date in weeks," Rikimaru said with ice cold 
intensity.

His foot stroked her thighs and Bethany groaned.  The cloth 
clutched and massaged her skin.  It might have been a failure at wall 
climbing but it was a success as making Bethany dampen her seat.  
Bethany's chest heaved within her dress as his sock moved closer and 
closer to her pelvis.  If only it would move faster!

 Below her, Amy fidgeted with her purse.  Despite the pleasant 
distraction of the sock, Bethany wondered if the purse was also an 
audio recorder.  She wondered if she should have packed a spy-jamming 
device in her own purse instead of the lube and silk scarves.

"Bethany," Rikimaru said softly.  "Know what I missed most about 
you?  Not your lovely blue eyes, or your luscious breasts or even your 
hard nipples I can see poking against your beautiful black dress.  No, 
what I missed was your ass."

Bethany tore her eyes away from Amy and looked at her lover.  
"You're lying," she moaned.  "I've always had a flat ass."  

His foot finally settled against her sex.  She could feel his big 
toe flicking her swollen clitoris.  Her hands clutched the tablecloth 
to prevent them from grabbing his foot and sinking it into her.

"Never," Rikimaru said.  "Some men prefer a big ass, but I love 
yours.  You have an ass I sink my fingers into.  Or my teeth.  In fact, 
if we weren't here in a public place, I would lift your dress and take 
your ass right now."

"Shit!" Bethany groaned.  His toes left her clitoris and were now 
parting her nether lips.  The strange cloth of his sock was massaging 
her lips as he slowly penetrated her.  She was lewdly spreading her 
legs under the table and fighting to not hump his foot.

"Oh wait, maybe I should stop," Rikimaru said despite his foot 
never ceasing in its penetrating.  "Maybe watching Amy is more 
important."

"Fuck Amy and fuck me," Bethany hissed.  Rikimaru laughed and 
Bethany added, "You know what I mean!"

He did.  His foot began to slowly pivot on its ankle.  Bethany's 
fingernails dug into the tablecloth as her sex quivered.  The strange 
textures of the sock tugged on the inside of her sex.  The blonde could 
feel her breasts straining against her dress with her rapid breaths.

"Ready?" Rikimaru asked.  When Bethany nodded, he began to 
vibrate his toes within Bethany's, employing an ancient Ninja technique 
that was never intended for this purpose.

"Fuck!" Bethany called out as she climaxed.  The rest of the 
restaurant paused at her outburst but Bethany could care less.  She 
didn't even look down to see if Amy had noticed.  Her body was shaking 
and the date had just started.

"Wow," Bethany said as he pulled his foot away.  "I think I'm 
going to have to go to the bathroom and clean up now.  I promise, when 
I get back, I'll be a better date."

"Go and hurry back," her lover said kindly.

When Bethany returned, dinner had arrived.  She kissed Rikimaru 
on the head before sitting down but that was mostly to press her 
breasts against his shoulder.  By the flush of his face she could tell 
he was appreciative.

"Got you something," he said as he placed a purse on the table.  
It was Amy's.

"Just because it's a date is no reason to let Amy win," he said 
as Bethany sat there speechless.  "I just didn't want you to be the one 
who has to work on your night off."

"That's settled," Bethany said.  "You are getting one hell of a 
fuck when we get back to our room.  Dinner and Amy's failed mission, 
what more can a girl want?"