Jane Bound, British Secret Agent Eta, had barely escaped her pursuers by vanishing into a crowd and slipping onto the bus prowling the
nighttimestreets of Krakow. Bound had managed to infiltrate the chemical weapons facility that MI69 had sent her to investigate, and even procure a sample of their EROS formula before she was spotted by counter-intelligence goons.. She’d barely made it out alive.
Curled in the back of the bus, Bound examined the sample vial. There seemed to be a hairline crack, and a thin pink residue was all that remained of the red liquid inside. Shit, Bound thought, It must have broken in my pocket when I leapt between rooftops.
As Bound sat and pondered her next move, she couldn’t believe how hot it had become in the bus. She slid her fingers back and forth her inner thigh. Without a sample, how will we ever know what this EROS formula does?
By the time the bus reached the end of the line, Bound’s lust had overwhelmed her senses. The sexy British spy rubbed herself wantonly, desperate for the touch of whomever could bring her to orgasm.
A man in a dark suit got on the bus. “I see you’ve felt the touch of EROS, Ms. Bound. Why don’t you join me and I’ll help you find release … if you do as I say?”
Desire clouding her mind, Bound was in no condition to argue.
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