Mission: Enormous Chapter 4

The colonel sat in his chair, looking over some files.  There was a lot riding on the case with the Great Tom, and he was starting to get nervous.  Lot of heat coming from that hotel.  He took a long swig of coffee.  It was still hot, and he could feel it burn his throat on its path down to his belly, but he didn’t sell it an inch.  He just stared intently at his computer screen, ready for it to pop up with a big green success image.  Or a victory song.  Balloons would make for a nice gesture.

His secretary entered the room.  She was young and thin, with red hair.  A cute girl to be sure.  She could easily pass as his daughter.

“I brought you the papers, sir,” she said, handing him a folder.

He held it in his hand.  “It’s heavier than I’d like it to be, my dear.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said.  “More assassins and agents are arriving at the hotel every hour, unfortunately.”

He turned back to his computer, placing the folder on the desk.  “Unfortunate indeed,” he mused.  He took another painful swig of coffee.  “But I can hardly blame them.  This is the most powerful weapon that ever existed.  If anyone got their hands on it, no matter how small, it would make them the most powerful nation in the world.”  He looked at the faces of the two agents he had sent on the mission, their files both appearing on screen.  “Godspeed, you brave agents.”

-

Will looked everywhere in the bathroom, a bright and modern looking room filled with granite and automatic soap dispensers.  There was elevator music playing that did not at all match the urgency he was in.  His eyes darted back and forth, from the tall toilet stands to the beautiful gold walls to the tall mirrors to the vent on the top of the wall near the-

And then it clicked.

The vent!  He was a secret agent!  This should have been a no brainer.  There was a huge threat coming in to this bathroom any minute now (granted, this one wanted to fuck his brains out, but either way), and he needed a way to escape.  True secret agents always use the vents.  And he was certainly small and nimble enough to make this a real possibility.  He noticed the vent was just above one of the bathroom stalls.  He ripped open the stall and stood on the toilet.  His first real step into adventure.  He climbed hurriedly up and reached the vent, which of course was shut and closed with some screws.

He dug around in his pocket and pulled out his swiss army knife.  Quickly fuddling through it, he found a tool that would pass as a screwdriver, and went at it, having instant success in turning the screw on the bottom right.

And that’s when he heard the door open.

He ducked back down, hiding in the stall, praying the massive waitress wouldn’t notice.  But he didn’t hear footsteps.  Actually, whoever opened the door had paused.  He silently dropped to the floor and looked at the door, to see it was only partially open.  What luck!  He jumped back up and began turning the screw loose again, finally pulling it out.  Just three more to go.

“I need to check on the bathroom and see if anything is majorly broken,” Will heard the waitress say.  He was turning the screws loose as fast as he could.  At this rate, he began considering a new life as a plumber or carpenter, where being fucked by a 400 pound mammoth wasn’t considered an occupational hazard.  The screw he was working on plopped out, dropping to the floor.  Two more.

“Yes, it might take a while to look in here, apparently there was a lot of damage, so you may need to cover my customers,” she said to some unknown person.  I shuddered to think how long she would rag doll my tiny body if she had the chance.  I couldn’t twist the screwdriver fast enough.  One more.

“Oh I just started, so I only had a few tables, that one,” she said.  I twisted as fast as I could.  “And that one.”  Sweat was rolling down my brow.  “Oh and that one.”  It came off, and the vent cover with it.  I was able to push it into the vent so it didn’t crash on the floor.  I nimbly hoisted myself up and maneuvered into the vent, finally crawling so my whole body was in the vent.  I wiped the sweat off my brow.  I was safe.

A hand gripped my leg.  “You are playing hard to get?  What a naughty boy,” the waitress said.  “You need to be punished.”

-

Agent Jennifer’s phone rang, with The Colonel in big, bold letters popping up as the caller.  She was admittedly on edge, watching a man she was starting to develop feelings for get destroyed in a bathroom by the strongest woman she had ever seen.  Scrambling a bit, she picked up the phone and took a deep breath.  Never give the impression that you’ve lost your cool.  When she felt like she was ready, she answered the phone.

“Hello, Colonel.”

“Agent Jennifer, status.”

“All is going according to plan, so far,” she said, her eyes lingering on the out of order bathroom.  “The rendezvous was successful, on to phase 2.”

“Excellent,” he said, but with a pregnant pause.  “I feel I must warn you.  I know you are prepared for anything, you’re one of, if not the best agent we have.  But you’re not alone.  There are agents from organizations all over the world trying to get their hands on that brooch.  It’s power is too valuable to pass up.”

“Anyone I know?” she asked.

“Most likely,” he said.  “And many you don’t.  So keep your eyes open.  Anyone and everyone could be out for blood.  And they won’t hesitate to eliminate you if you pose any threat to the success of their missions.”

Jennifer looked around at all of the other patrons in the bar.  Her eyes tried to determine if they were agents or not.  If they were at her level, they would be blending in perfectly.  “I’ll keep my eyes peeled,” she said.

“I know you will,” assured the Colonel.  “Oh, by the way, how’s the new recruit doing?  Agent William Carter?”

“Um… He’s… on a little mission of his own right now…” she said.

The Colonel chuckled.  “Oh, I see you put him up to one of your famous initiation tests?  I’m sure he’s taking care of business then?”

“Oh…” sighed Jennifer.  “I think business might be taking care of him.”

-

The waitress slammed Will’s small body hard against the bathroom stall.  Her big, strong hands gripped his arms and didn’t appear to strain at all, despite lifting a human being off the ground.  She was a massive presence in this comparatively tiny bathroom stall.  She took up a majority of the space; there was little room for wiggling, not to mention escape.  He was trapped with this monstrosity of a woman, and there was clearly no way out.

“You’re all mine now, little man,” she said in a hushed, seductive voice.  She stared straight into his eyes, piercing through his soul.  She knew she had him and there was nothing he could do to stop her.  She moved in close and licked his cheek, all the way up into his hair.  Her tongue was massive, and left a huge streak of wet saliva along the side of his face. He closed his eyes while she did it and prayed this was as bad as it was going to get, but he had a strong feeling it was only the beginning.

“You taste good,” she whispered into his ear.  He could feel her breath bearing down on him.  She was more animal than human.  Her big lips wrapped around his ear and started kissing and sucking, making loud popping noises that shook him to the core.  She pulled back and looked him in the eye once more.  He could tell her red lipstick was getting messy, which meant his entire face was about to be bright red.  She went in for a passionate kiss, and he wasn’t in a position to not go along and kissed back.  Her powerful tongue easily overpowered his and explored his mouth with reckless abandon.

He felt her hands let go of his arms, and he dropped ever so slightly, landing softly on a huge, fleshy thigh bulging with muscles.  His legs wrapped around her thigh, and he held on to her face with both hands.  He felt her hand easily undo the belt around his slacks, and with an uncomfortable rip, they were now dangling in the air above him.

“You won’t be needing this,” she whispered to him.  He looked at the pants and underwear and swallowed hard.

“Um… waitress… I mean… I don’t even know your name…”

“That’s so sweet,” she said cheerfully.  “You want to know what to scream when we are making love?”

“Eh… can’t we just…”

She put her finger on his lips, instantly silencing him.  “My name is Helena.”  She dropped the pants and underwear to the floor.  “Hold on tight baby, this is about to get rough.”

-

The Grand Tom stood concerned in middle of the hotel room, a group of men zipping up the lifeless body of the female assassin that made an attempt on Ingrid's life.  He fully suspected heat during this convention, but he wasn’t prepared for it to be so close to home, so fast.  He reveled in his decision to put the brooch on his wife, knowing not many people would be able to take it from her.  The corpse being secretly moved out of the room was proof of that.  He now had to comfort her.

“Are you okay?” he asked her out on the balcony.  She had neither moved from her location, nor had she stopped eating.

“Do I look okay?” she asked.  “I got blood stains all over my dress!  That bitch made a right mess of me!”

He was glad she was okay, and even found some humor that a failed assassination only resulted in a ruined dress.  “We can get you a new dress,” he said.

“You know I gotta special order these, it’s a pain in the ass!” she said.  “Why do you think that dumb bitch was trying to kill me?”

The Grand Tom looked at the brooch she was wearing.  He had a strong feeling murder was not the primary goal of the assassin.  But he couldn’t tell her that.  “Hmm… maybe she knew you were my wife and… perhaps thought she could get some kind of reward for your life?  Maybe she just wanted to knock you out and use you for ransom?”

“Pfft,” she snorted.

“Well either way, I’ve doubled up security.  Nobody gets in or out of this room without our men knowing it.  That I can assure you my darling.”  He kissed her forehead and she giggled, and let out a loud fart.

-

Ada was a patient woman.  Her chocolate skin was dressed in a gallant red dress, accented by the amazing muscles bulging from her legs and arms.  A man’s pants were on the floor in her hotel room, and the bed was unkempt, but her face, in the bathroom, was calm.  Her hand was gripping the hair of a man, and the man’s face was buried in the sink, which was filled with water and blocked.

She was waiting to let him breathe.  She pulled out, reapplying her lipstick with her free hand.  “Are you going to tell me the passcode to your laptop?”

The man gasped for air.  “I… can’t…”

She dunked him back under.  The man was pathetic.  She noticed his small cock was hard, despite the drowning.  “You are hard, tiny man,” she said.  “You a freaky boy?”  She didn’t pull him out.  After another thirty seconds, she yanked him out.

“How about now?”

“Ack… 4… 6…9…1,” he said.

“Was that so hard?” she asked, relinquishing his hair.  He dropped to the floor, gasping for air on the ground.  The amazon stood tall above him, enjoying the sight of a loser squirming underneath her.

“C-Can I go now?” he asked.

“I tell you what,” she said, finishing with her lipstick and putting it on the counter next to the sink.  “Why don’t you eat?”  She spread her legs.  “I know you like what you see.  If you please me, I let you live.  If not… it will be a happy death.”