Of course I have to be the distraction, though Japanese secret agent Fuki Suzuki as the half-dozen security agents ogled her more intently with every inch of flesh she exposed.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the agent said, “I’m going to need you to lower those pants a little more.”
Of course he does, thought Fuki. The top secret fragrance I’m wearing attracts the sexual interest of everyone nearby. Every bit of skin I reveal enhances the effect. These men cannot look away, even if they wanted to.
Agent Suzuki’s partner, British secret agent Jane Bound, was sneaking through the diminished security right now. Fuki had to stall for just a few more minutes.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step aside,” said the agent, not even attempting to take his eyes from the swells of Fuki’s bosom. “We need to do a full body search.”
Of course, Fuki thought, there is a limit to how much distraction a well-trained agent really needs.
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