Transcript: Spectre could get used to this. It was barely noon, he had
barely lifted a finger, was currently soaking up the summer sun, and he had
already achieved almost half of his mission objectives. Meet and gain the
confidence of Mario Valencia, an influential underworld figure, check. Board
his secure private yacht, check. Remain undetected, check.
Spectre knew that it was all thanks to his latest disguise.
He was currently posing as Rachel Novelli, an absolute bombshell bikini babe that
also happened to be the free-spirited daughter of a fairly wealthy businessman.
It hadn’t been hard attracting Mario Valenica’s attention. That wasn’t to say
that he hadn’t done any work though. Struggling to fit himself into the restrictive
mask and bodysuit had been work enough. Sure, it had made him look gorgeous and
gave him the figure of a goddess, but it also had to squeeze down on some areas
pretty hard to achieve that effect. The crotch surprisingly, was more comfortable
than expected; it sure beat the hell out of duct tape and superglue and it was
just as effective!
The rest had been admittedly light. Intelligence had already
given him the dossier on Valencia, so he knew which hotel Valencia was staying
at and what his activity patterns were. Spectre also knew that Valencia frequented
the hotel pool and that he often invited women aboard his yacht to spend the
day…and sometimes the night. All that had been left to do was to put out the
honey and wait for the fly. It hadn’t taken long.
Now, Spectre found himself lounging on a luxury yacht, cruising
welcoming tropical waters, being waited on hand and foot by the yacht’s staff,
and with nothing to do except to drive Valenica mad with a potent combination
of teasing and denial. His next objective required access to Valencia’s private
quarters and the cover of darkness would be preferred to cover his escape. As
such, Spectre would have to provoke enough interest as Rachel to be invited to
spend the night, hardly a challenge given the way Valencia was already eyeing ‘her’
lascivious curves. Since achieving his primary objective was only a waiting
game now, Spectre decided to entertain himself by working towards a bonus
objective: how blue could ‘Rachel’ make Valencia’s balls? Since she had at
least several hours until nightfall, she hoped that she could make them at
least as blue as the waters around them.