Double Oh Origins

The bartender placed his drink on the counter. The vodka rippled,he took a sip. The bartender took the consequent wink from his customer that, the drink was up to his usual high standards, he nodded in reply. He placed the bartender’s customary tip on the counter and took the drink in his hand and started to survey the club. Hans was on the cello again tonight, seemed Aurier was still nursing that stomach flu. “How deep the Father’s Love” filtered through the room and so did his searching eyes. Few ladies returned his flirtatious glances. He knew some of them. It was weird seeing them again- with their clothes on. Tonight wasn’t about that. No. He needed some time to himself. His excursions to Lebanon had left him a mess of scars and wounds held together only by his strained efforts and state of the art painkillers. He approached the gamblers table. The gaze from a man at a  corner table had not escaped his trained eye. He took another sip of his vodka. Remy was dealing tonight, at the Russian Roulette table. Remy acknowledged him, “Commander, good evening”. He nodded in reply. “£10,000 on 15 black please”. “£10,000 on 15 black,” Remy confirmed. He spun the wheel. The little white ball bounced around, the attention of those at the table undivided. As if adhering to his instruction, it settled on 15 black! There was applause from everyone that was watching . Especially from the brunette in red who was sipping a Mai Tai. The soft lighting danced off her sequined strapless Armani Prive’ evening dress, that clung to her bossom ever so lightly. The waist high slit tempted his eyes to travel from her delicate ankle, up her leg to her succulent thigh.For a moment his mind wandered beyond that hem, onto where her leg ended, and her pussy lips begun. How he would trail his tongue slowly, and draw a map to her wet hole. What would she taste like? His mind wandered so far into his imagination he could almost swear he could smell the heady scent from that apex between her thighs…he shook his head to clear it. He had told himself that tonight was not about that, but his resolve was quickly waning. He’d had enough. He took his winnings, put the chips in his coat pocket and started to walk off. The brunette rose from her chair and followed him. “You’re not going to spin again tonight? ” He smiled back. “There’s nothing worth spinning for” “But there’s money to be won” She countered. “I mean there’s nothing of worth to me” She smiled. “You don’t value money?” “I value other things more” “Like what?” “Like a bottle of Bollinger Tradition RD, and a beautiful lady to drink it with” She giggled. That type of giggle that betrayed her next move. She fumbled for her room key. In all fairness, it was hard to open the door when you had a handsome stranger nibbling on your neck. They almost fell into the room, but he steadied himself and held her waist as his tongue caressed and toyed with hers. She kicked off her heels and immediately dropped six inches in height, to his chest. She begun to open his shirt. She drew her finger along the scar on his sternum. “what happened here “She inquired, her breathe already labored. ” Disagreement, a certain lady who wanted more than I could offer” “What were you offering? ” ” A Truce.” “And what did she want? ” ” My life.” She took a step back, and with one swift motion, her dress fell to the floor and gathered at her feet. Even in the dimly lit room, the sight before him was unbelievable. He’d been wrong. She was more gorgeous than his mind could’ve conceived. There was nothing covering those breathtaking mounds of flesh that had held up her evening gown with gusto, and they were full, nipples erect . Her dress had concealed a lot. Like the small ridge on her abdomen that stretched from between her breasts all the way to her navel. She was lithe, but not lean. The body of a swimmer. Fluid. Lower. A small triangular shaped tuft of hair. He approached her and cupped her there with his right hand. She drew her breath, goosebumps forming on the nape of her neck. He bent to suck on her nipples, while still playing with her thoroughly moist lips. She’d be soaking in a few minutes. Her wetness dripping down to his wrist. With that she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. Slowly, she opened the fly on his Tom Ford pants. She massaged his already hardened cock through his briefs and it pulsated, twitching, dancing to her tune. Then she took him in her mouth, and began to serenade his hardness with her tongue. He let out small, shallow, audible breaths that let her know she wasn’t going astray. She let him deeper into her throat. He shuddered. she knew any moment now the motions of her tongue against his shaft would overwhelm him into orgasmic submission. “How long have you been standing there? ” He wasn’t talking to her, rather to the man standing behind him with a gun aimed at his head! She reeled back in astonishment! ” I saw you at the bar downstairs.” “I know. I let you see me”The stranger replied, smiling. “Ok. How may I help you? ” ” Oh no, Commander, I’m here to help you. I have a job for you, straight from the Prime Minister’s office, 10 Downing Street. ” ” You want to offer me a job? You don’t even know me ” ” I know very well you are “The stranger said, as he lowered his Walther PPK hand gun. ” You’re Bond, James Bond”