This is a sexual story written and copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. Please don't post, repost or place on your website without asking me first. Please send comments to shonrichardshsd@earthlink.com. For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out /~shonRichards/ For Your Thighs Only By Shon Richards Bethany Taylor scanned the home again with her binoculars. She had this place under surveillance for the past week, but she was still nervous. The blonde agent wasn't the only one nervous. The agents under her command were twitching with dread and fear. "Are you sure this mission will be safe?" one young agent asked. "Of course it will," Bethany lied. "The target is in the possession of a sixty year old man. Just because he used to be an agent for M.I.6 is no reason to think he will be difficult. It's been a long time since the Cold War, and he'll most likely shit his pants when he sees us coming." The agent smiled at her joke. Unfortunately, Bethany didn't believe her own humor. James McGoohan was one of the most fearsome, inventive and capable secret agents the world had ever seen. The rumors surrounding his missions read like movie plots, and those were just the rumors. Bethany cursed the day they ever found the remains of Dr. Turpin. The mad scientist terrorized the world in the sixties, but disappeared around 1969. Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises, found the doctor's secret lair under a lake they had drained. Apparently, the doctor believed he had perfected cryogenics. He had not. They found his desiccated remains perfectly sealed in an ice cube. They also found his diary. The diary was too informative for Bethany's tastes. The diary described how angry Dr. Turpin was over the loss of his most powerful computer intelligence. Diligent Enterprises wanted to examine the artificial intelligence to see if it lived up to its myth. Unfortunately, James McGoohan had decapitated Dr. Turpin's supreme robot and took the head back to his agency. Bethany growled as she recollected the dangerous mission into M.I.6's headquarters. All that work she accomplished, and for what? To discover that McGoohan had taken the inactive head home as a souvenir! What kind of agency let it's retired agents take home valuable equipment? It wasn't going to be easy to sneak into a retired agent's home and steal a head no one has ever really seen, but then that's why they paid industrial agents like Bethany the large bonuses. The busty blonde had her eye on a new swimming pool and no retired has-been was going to keep her from it. A car pulled up to the gates Bethany was about to storm. Bethany smiled; Mr. McGoohan hadn't allowed visitors of any kind during the week she had been spying on him. To her annoyance, the gates opened and the car drove through. "Who the fuck did he just invite in?" Bethany wondered. ~~~ Amy Valentine smiled as the gates opened. After two weeks of doing covert research on James McGoohan, she knew that a direct assault was out of the question. Amy congratulated herself on her novel method of breaking his security: she made an appointment. When Diligent Enterprises discovered the last lair of Dr. Turpin, Amy was doing routine spying on the company's projects for her employers, Paragon Industries. It was a dull assignment until the whole business of the robot's head came up and the subsequent need to seek out a retired British agent. The young woman had been thrilled to discover that she had a reason to meet her hero, James McGoohan. She pitched the mission to her bosses, and they agreed that Dr. Turpin's work in artificial intelligence was worth examining. With haste, she was dispatched to Scotland to fulfill a life long dream as well as make a little money. As Amy drove her car to the large manor, she thought about her mission. She knew it wasn't going to be easy to convince a worldly man like James McGoohan to part with a treasured artifact, but hey, that was why they paid industrial spies like Amy the generous paychecks. She was planning to buy an Austin Martin with her paycheck, just like the one James was supposed to drive. James came out of the manor and Amy couldn't believe how fast her heart was racing. He was stunningly handsome. His hair had turned grey but he now wore a beard that made him look regal. Despite his age, he still moved with a grace and confidence that came from years of saving the world. He was also incredibly fit, without an ounce of sagging or fat on his tall body. She watched his blue eyes sparkled as she stepped out of her car and it made her heart skip a few beats. "I had no idea you were so beautiful," McGoohan said with his charming accent. "I would have made our appointment for the weekend when I could have had time to cater a huge elegant meal and lied to you about how I slaved away in the kitchen." Amy blushed. The normally cool agent was extremely flattered that she had made such an impression on him. Of course, her outfit helped. She was wearing a red cocktail dress that barely came down to her lovely thighs. She didn't wear any hose, preferring to let her tanned legs make their own impression. Red heels finished complemented her feet while a healthy amount of mousse sculpted her long brown hair into an elegant tangle of seduction. "Mr. McGoohan, you're as charming as your reputation," Amy said as he kissed her hand. "Please, call me James," he said. Amy nearly fainted. ~~~ "I can't believe it!" Bethany cursed as she threw down her binoculars. "That whore, Amy, just waltzed right in there!" "Ma'am?" one of her agents prompted. They were all a little afraid of Bethany. She was rumored to be ruthless, efficient and not very forgiving of people not up to her standards. The blonde was also incredibly sexy. Her camouflage consisted of black boots; black pants and a black ski mask but the black sweater that covered her chest couldn't hide the wonderful measurements there. Several of the other agents had speculated on whether it would be worth the certain death to cop a feel on the deadly Bethany. "We're going in now," Bethany said. "We can't wait any longer. That bitch will be long gone with the head if we don't get there first." "But Ma'am, it's only eight o'clock!" one of the agents protested. The other agents stepped away from him. "Then I expect to be done by nine," was Bethany's only answer. ~~~ James pressed a button once they were inside the manor and a bell rang through out the house. "I just rang my housemate," James said. "He would never forgive me if such a lovely lady came into the house and I didn't tell him." Amy fought to hide her disappointment. "You live with someone?" James laughed. "Oh no, nothing like that. I just find it gets lonely here without some company. We have breakfast together, bitch about world politics and occasionally spare in the gym. It's just nice to have someone around to distract an old man from getting maudlin." Amy smiled. "I don't think of you as old." James's smile brightened. "Good, it'll take less work to seduce you. Ah, here he comes." Down the stairs walked a man who was almost as handsome as James. He was certainly as fit and he moved down the stair with a cold menace to his step. He was bald, but his shoulders were broad and his eyes were a piercing grey. He wore a simple black shirt and pants and it was the black clothes that triggered Amy's memory. "Holy shit!" Amy said. "That's Vladimir Flemishki! He's KGB!" "Was, young lady," Vladimir said. "Please, call me Vlad, like my friend James does." He took Amy's hand and kissed it, and Amy felt a shiver that went down to her thighs. This was the man who nearly destroyed the free world several times over, and yet he was turning that cold perfection towards holding her hand like a gentleman. Amy didn't know whether to jump him or shoot him. "I don't understand," Amy babbled. "I've read both of your files. You two are mortal enemies!" "Well, I still haven't forgiven him for destroying the British Moon base, but he's an all right chap," James said. "Please," Vlad said after kissing Amy's other hand. "If I can forgive you for stopping the Soviet Hollow Earth project, you can forgive me for one silly Moon outpost." "Wow," Amy said. She was standing with two of the world's greatest secret agents, and she didn't know who she wanted to fuck first. All missions should be this easy. ~~~ "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Bethany cursed as they pried the dead agent off the electric gate. The gate didn't electrify until after the fifth person had climbed over it and Bethany still wasn't sure what triggered it. They had only cleared one obstacle, and they already had a casualty. This mission is going to suck," Bethany muttered under her breath. "What?" one of her lackeys asked. "I said this mission is going to be a breeze," Bethany lied. "Johnson, do a scan on the gazebo. It looks like a good place to hide a security system." "Yes ma'am!" Johnson snapped. He tore off his backpack and pulled out a sophisticated piece of hardware. Two antennas came out and proceeded to analyze the gazebo for any wiring, pressure sensors or other telltale signs that it was dangerous. Within ten seconds, they had their answer. A turret pooped out of the top of the gazebo and a green laser blasted Johnson. The poor man only had time to glow briefly before he was reduced to ashes. The agents behind him coughed as the wind scattered his remains. After disintegrating the agent, the turret returned to it's concealed location. "Oh, this is getting personal," Bethany snarled. ~~~ It's just hard for me to believe that you two live together now," Amy said as she drank her martini. James could have had a career as a bartender. They were in the game room. James was behind the bar while Vlad was setting up the pool table. "It's not so unusual," Vlad said, but it was with a smile. It was weird to see the KGB agent smile and know that no one was about to die. "It was never anything personal between us. We just worked for separate countries, doing what we had to do. It was a living." "But you two were mortal enemies!" Amy said. "You two fought each other almost every week." "Yes," James admitted, "we did fight a lot. But when we retired, we realized that the rest of the world was a bunch of pansies. Once you've dangled over a live volcano and tried to defuse a nuclear bomb, you find conversations about backed up toilets to be dull. Vlad here was the only person I could respect in my senior years." "Exactly," Vlad agreed. "When I retired, I didn't have any one I could talk to. James had killed all of the good agents I worked with, and those he didn't kill were terribly dull. I needed to talk to someone who knew what it was like to sleep with a Countess one night and have to fight her army of Amazons the next. People were beginning to think I was crazy when I told those stories." James offered Amy a pool cue. "Retirement is a bitch, Ms. Valentine. Avoid it for as long as you can." She took the pool cue and wondered if she should make a phallic joke. She was distracted by her musings by a question from Vlad. "That reminds me. What is a representative from a major corporation want with an old agent like James anyway?" he asked. Vlad started the game while Amy thought of where to begin. "Well, do you remember a madman called Dr. Turpin?" ~~~ "Ma'am, my infrared goggles are picking up trigger beams on the gravel path," one of her agents reported. Bethany smiled. "Then we better walk on the grass. Head for that west wall. There's a balcony door open on the second floor so we'll enter there. Now move!" Her men followed behind her as she ran through the grass. The blonde watched her feet, careful to avoid any suspicious bare spots in the grass. Bethany was one of the best, but her men weren't. One of them hit a bare spot and instantly, a network of sprinklers sprang up around them. Bethany paused as the sprinklers ejected a thick white cloud around them. She didn't want to go running in a smokescreen, in case there were nastier traps waiting for them. As she waited, she noticed her goggle lenses were beginning to melt. It wasn't a smokescreen, it was acid! "Run fools!" Bethany screamed before covering her mouth with her gloved hand. It didn't matter where she was going as long as she got away from the white cloud of death! It only took her a few seconds to leave the cloud but in that time she could feel the tingling on her skin as the acid ate through her clothes. When she escaped the cloud, Bethany began to strip in a hurry, discarding her shirt, pants and mask before the acid touched her. She was reduced to her black bra and panties when the rest of her men left the cloud. Her men took a second to ogle her near nudity before they realized the danger they were in. Soon, they too were in their underwear, frantically using the remains of their shirts to wipe down their guns before the acid permanently damaged their weapons. "Hendricks is still in there!" one of the men said. Bethany looked at the cloud and shook her head. "He won't be by morning," she said coldly. At that point, she didn't care how many times McGoohan saved the world, she swore to give his ass a modern day ass-kicking when she found him. ~~~ "Remarkable," James McGoohan said. "It's nice to know something Dr. Turpin did would help the world now." "I think it's more remarkable that the young lady is beating us at pool," Vlad laughed. Amy glowed under the compliment. "Well, it's just hand-eye coordination. I get a lot of practice with that in my line of work." "You must be very good at your job," James said with that sexy accent. "But then, that's why they would send you to recover the robot's head." "Actually, I requested this assignment," Amy said as she bent over to take another shot. It wasn't an accident that her dress was riding up to her buttocks. "I've always wanted to meet the famous James McGoohan. Meeting Vladimir Flemishki was an unexpected bonus." Vlad laughed. "See? I always told you that the ladies preferred me, James. Ten minutes ago, she was terrified of me. Now she considers it a bonus to meet me." "Ignore Vlad," James laughed as Amy blushed. "We have a long standing argument over ladies. He somehow thinks his cold Russian love-making technique is superior to British ingenuity." Vlad waved off James' sarcasm. "As a man, James is unqualified to make a judgment." Vlad turned his intense gaze to Amy's eyes and Amy felt her knees buckle. "It takes a woman to appreciate what a Russian lover can do." "God, I love this assignment," Amy said to herself. ~~~ "Walker, climb the wall," Bethany ordered. Walker hesitated. "Walker?" Bethany hissed. Walker looked to his fellow agents for support. There was none. Reluctantly, he threw a grappling hook up to the balcony. Walker scrambled up the rope, moving faster than Bethany thought was possible. To everyone's surprise, he made it to the balcony. Bethany smiled as Walker waved down to them. The other agents almost cheered. Walker was still waving to them as a giant scythe came out of the wall behind him and decapitated his head and his waving arm. As Bethany dodged his falling head, she turned to one of her other agents. "Becker, you're next. Watch out for that scythe." ~~~ "And what does Paragon Industries want to give me for my head?" James McGoohan asked as he aimed for a difficult corner shot. Amy sipped from her martini as she sat on a stool. Her gorgeous legs were crossed but her shoe was dangling from her toes. Amy licked her lips after putting the glass down. She gave James a numerical dollar amount and Vlad whistled. "That is a lot of money, but I have sentimental value towards that robot," James said. "The damn thing nearly chopped my balls off. More importantly, I don't need money. The government has been very generous with my pension." "I know what you need," Amy said suggestively. Vlad laughed. "Be careful James. This one is dangerous." "I certainly hope so," James responded. "Exactly," Amy replied. "You need excitement. I know you have to miss it." "And you think you can provide it?" James asked. His eyes were traveling her body and Amy shivered. "Not by myself," Amy admitted. "You are the great James McGoohan after all. Only Vlad can give you the challenge you need. That is why I'm offering myself as a judge. You two said you are each better lovers, well, I can help you settle that argument." Vlad set down his pool stick. "Bah! James could never accept such a challenge to his masculinity." James smiled. "I was more afraid of pissing you off when I won, Vlad. You always were a sore loser. Remember Silk Saffron?" Vlad grimaced. "She was a man, you know." "Communist Liar," James said without malice. "Capitalist egomaniac," Vlad snapped back. Amy shivered as she watched the two agents banter. It was like the years were falling from their shoulders as they resumed their ancient dance of competition. The edge had returned to their stances and their eyes were afire with determination. "Actions do speak louder than words," Amy said. She walked over to them and placed their arms around each of them. She kissed Vlad first, tasting his cologne on her lips moments before tasting him. After he left her breathless, she broke her kiss with him and kissed James. On his lips she tasted sweat, exotic lands and danger. His mouth devoured hers and Amy could hear her blood pounding in her ears. ~~~ Bethany stepped away from the blood smear and looked up at the elusive balcony. They had to make for the smoke to clear before sending someone else up there. The blonde looked at the terrified agents and knew none of them would succeed. She grabbed the rope and tried to remember everything to avoid. "Ok, dodge the scythe, avoid the poison darts, don't step on the electric plate and avoid the grenade launcher," Bethany recited to herself. "I bet this old fart is in a wheelchair to have this kind of security," Bethany snickered. ~~~ Amy moaned as James lifted her from her feet. He sat on the pool table while Vlad deftly unzipped the back of her dress. Her front slipped down over her small breasts and James carefully cupped them. His thumbs danced on her nipples, kneading and pinching slightly until her nipples were tingling with desire. Behind her, Vlad was kissing her back. He had climbed onto the pool table and his hands were on her hips. Amy gasped as his powerful hands clenched her hips, foretelling the power he would show her later. His mouth kissed along her neck and nibbled a line that traveled down her spine. At the base of her buttocks, she felt his mouth kissing a spot she didn't know could feel that good. Amy's legs parted naturally, and naturally, James took the invitation. His hands left her nipples and moved to between her thighs. He kept her pinned with his charming eyes, making her smile with his attention. Amy's thighs were slowly massaged in an increasingly inward path that led to her waiting sex. His fingers paused when they didn't meet the resistance of underwear, but they didn't pause for long. Amy sighed as his fingers found her secret spot. Had the world famous James McGoohan really expected her to wear underwear when meeting him? Her speculation made her smile but his fingers made her moan. The nimble agent's fingers were penetrating her lair, plundering her folds and discovering her most intimate secrets. Amy clenched as her climax was nearly induced and then she moaned as James expertly stalled her impending bliss. "Oh James," Amy moaned. The aroused woman couldn't remain passive. She half turned and her hands sought out Vlad's crotch. Vlad stood on the pool table and allowed the young woman to unzip his pants. Happily, Amy pulled down Vlad's pants to unleash his impressive erection. She took his cock immediately into her lips in her fervent desire to do something, anything to get closer to these men. His cock filled her mouth and Amy moaned as the tip rubbed the inside of her cheek. As Amy sucked on the Russian's cock, James performed oral operations of his own. He held Amy's powerful thighs in his hands as his mouth dipped into her sex. James attacked Amy's waiting lips with the fierceness for which he was known. Amy's thighs quaked as his tongue assaulted her nether lips; her belly shook as his tongue tapped a secret code on her clitoris and Amy's toes curled as his breath exhaled on her sensitive skin. Meanwhile, Vlad was not content just to be sucked. His fingers sought a sensitive spot behind her ears. As Amy filled her mouth with his cock, Vlad massaged a special place that made Amy's eyes clench in bliss. With his fingers locked on her pressure point, he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Amy was paralyzed with pleasure, her eyes shut as his cock fucked her mouth. Her paralyzation was broken as James sucked her clit to climax. Amy's body awoke with fire. The orgasm rocketed through her skin, penetrating down to her soul. Her thighs clenched around James' head and Amy swooned at the knowledge that she had her idol between her legs. Her mouth vibrated around Vlad's cock as her moans overwhelmed her. "Top that, old man," James said as he rose from between Amy's thighs. "I prefer a more direct approach," Vlad countered. He pulled his cock from Amy's lips. "Turn around my lovely," he asked. Amy did as he commanded. She pulled her legs onto the table and spun around on her bare ass. Vlad took his place between her legs, guiding his cock towards her waiting sex. Amy leaned back, her head falling over the edge of the table as the Russian entered her. She cried out as his weight fell on her and his cock reached inside her. James removed his pants to reveal his own desire for Amy. She smiled as she watched his full cock throb in front of her. Although her head was upside down, the sight was still incredibly arousing. The brunette opened her mouth and accepted his cock between her lips. Her neck pulsed as she swallowed his cock as far as she could take him. Vlad made love to her sex while James made love to her mouth. Amy's thighs clenched around Vlad's buttocks to drive him deeper while her hands grabbed James' ass to pull him closer. The two cocks throbbed inside of Amy and her own body was throbbing with them. As Vlad rode her with vigor, James pumped gently. The contrasts and similarities played through Amy's mind and body as they reached climax. Amy had her climax first, her back arching under Vlad. James had his climax next, filling her mouth with his semen. Amy moaned, her throat bobbing as she struggled to swallow all that the famous agent had to give her. Vlad came next, his own cock erupting inside the squirming woman's lithe body. That was when Amy climaxed again, her sex responding to Vlad's own explosion. ~~~ Bethany deactivated the traps on the balcony after a heroic struggle. She removed the remains of her bra, cursing about how the second scythe nearly made her a B-cup. The busty blonde hated running around topless but at least she was alive. She leaned over the balcony edge to signal her troops. Bethany began cursing again. They were all gone. All of her agents had routed as soon as her beautiful back was turned. Bethany heard the sounds of screaming and shrugged. At least the cowards wouldn't survive. The blonde agent cocked her gun and prepared to enter the house. She was angry. She was pissed. She was also exhausted. Bethany walked through the open balcony door without even noticing the tripwire. "Oh fuck me with a sticky bun," Bethany cursed as her foot caught the wire. Glass slid down all around her, trapping her in a cylinder. The hissing of gas soon followed. Bethany lost conscious almost immediately. It was an appropriate ending to one fucked up night. ~~~ "Here is your head," James said. Amy took the clunky white square. Two red eyes had been painted on it. She looked down its neck, and was surprised to see rather sophisticated circuits inside. Those mad scientists of the Cold War were quite talented. "A rather ugly gift for a beautiful lady if you ask me," Vlad said. He was lounging in the nude, like all of them were. "Quit kissing ass," James joked. "Amy, you better tell us who is the better lover before he drowns us in compliments. That is, if you have reached a decision." Amy stretched, mostly to stall, but partially just to have two handsome men watch her. "Yes, I have made a decision. I'm sorry, Vlad, but James is just great." "In fact, no one does it better," Amy added. ~~~ Bethany awoke with a tremendous headache. She was a little bothered to find herself bound to a steel table, but these things happen. The blonde was more concerned about the two men watching her. She couldn't understand why James McGoohan was standing there with his arch rival, Vladimir Flemishki. "Good, you're awake," James said. "You were quite good," he added in his heavy accent. "You are the first to make it to the bedroom." "I told you those surplus KGB traps would come in handy," Vladimir added. Bethany tested her bonds. James chuckled. "You won't be going anywhere, lass," he said. "You are being restrained by the best British technology had to offer in 1964. You will sedated, and shipped to headquarters where they will interrogate you in order to determine why you wanted to break into the home of an ex-agent. I suspect you will not have a pleasant time." James pressed a button and a gasmask descended from the ceiling. It was headed straight for Bethany's face. She could see green vapors already drifting out. Bethany struggled and was dismayed to see them walking away. She was especially disappointed since James was much more attractive than she expected. The Russian was cute too. "Do you expect me to talk?" Bethany asked. Vlad laughed. "Please, James, restrain yourself from any comments. I've heard them all." James shrugged. "True, it is an old bit." Bethany tried her last option. "What about sex? I don't have time for subtle innuendo here!" James and Vlad paused. "Best two out of three?" Vlad offered. "You could never defeat me a second time." James smiled. "Never say never."