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G through L › James Bond
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,808
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the 007: James Bond movie series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2
It was 8am when James went to MI-6 to talk to M. As he entered the front office, he was shocked to see a new secretary.
“Oh ho, and who do we have here?” He asked suavely as he straightened his maroon silk tie. He tossed the folder on her desk, leaned in, and gazed into her eyes.
“A new peon? My, my, The Queen of spies does go through assistants very quickly.” James began to make himself a cup of coffee and sat in the brown leather chair across from her. The red-headed woman never even glanced in his direction, keeping her eyes on her computer, but James was persistent.
“Playing hard to get are we?” No answer. “My God, please don’t tell me a woman as beautiful as you is a…a…lesbian?! Odd though, her assistants are always women. I wonder why…” His words trailed off as the woman shot him a look that could kill.
“M told me to be weary of you OO7, and I didn’t understand why. Now I do. I actually don’t think my private life is any of your business James.” She said matter -of -factly, returning to her work.
“Ou, a woman that takes up for herself. Mmm, that does turn me on.”
Just as she was about to give James a good telling off, M came over the intercom.
“Bond, leave MoneyPenny alone and come in my office.”
James stood and picked up the folder off MoneyPenny’s desk.
“Alas, my love, I am afraid I must leave you. Adieu until another time.”
“Goodbye”, MoneyPenny said as she picked up the phone to make a call. The ghost of a smile flashing across her face as James opened the door to M’s office.
He entered M’s office and found her sitting behind her desk putting some papers in order. She was as, if not more beautiful than he had remembered; something began to throb inside him.
“Sit down Bond.” She said sternly without even glancing up at him. He closed the door and followed her orders.
“What happened to DeLovely?” James inquired.
“Don’t you know? I thought you bedded her too” M retorted. She took off her tortoise shell rectangle frame glasses, and set them on her desk, “Remember when we were having some leaks from the interior? Well, it turns out she’s the one that turned on the taps. She’s been taken care of though.” James settled into his seat, firmly planting his feet and unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“I’m not disturbing you am I?” James asked, suddenly nervous. He kept hoping, obviously in vain, that they could repeat what had happened all those months ago, right here, right now.
“No, not at all. I had a feeling you’d be in after you got the assignment. Did you look over the documents?” James ignored her question.
“M, why haven’t I seen you? What did I do wrong? Can we talk about it? He was pleading with her like a child, and she liked it. She could feel herself getting soft.
“Bond, there’s nothing to talk about. We had sex, so what. It didn’t mean anything; it’s just something you do when you’re growing up.” She said, her stern expression never changing. She couldn’t let him know she thought about him every time she brought out her Hitachi Magic Wand, no, a woman in her position had to maintain a level of authority. James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It didn’t mean anything? He suddenly knew what it felt like to be on the other side of the situation.
“But…but…” he was stammering, trying to think of something to say.
“OO7, there are a lot more important things going on right now, that don’t concern your over-active dick, or my pussy.” M said, uncrossing her legs. Little did he know it, but she was soaking wet now, her inner thighs sticking to each other. He could tell she was getting flushed; her cleavage turning pink. At this sight, James became as hard as a rock, and he suddenly stood and walked to the large windows that overlooked The City.
“Well then”, he began, “what is going on? And no, I have not looked at the papers.”
“Oh Christ Bond. I was hoping you’d be informed. Very well then, just follow me to this meeting, and you’ll find out all about it.” M gathered up her papers, glasses, laptop, and portfolio. Bond turned around and picked up his folder.
“Oh and Bond”, she said as she glanced down at his trousers, “you might want to go to the loo and take care of that.” M giggled and made her way out of her office.
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“Oh ho, and who do we have here?” He asked suavely as he straightened his maroon silk tie. He tossed the folder on her desk, leaned in, and gazed into her eyes.
“A new peon? My, my, The Queen of spies does go through assistants very quickly.” James began to make himself a cup of coffee and sat in the brown leather chair across from her. The red-headed woman never even glanced in his direction, keeping her eyes on her computer, but James was persistent.
“Playing hard to get are we?” No answer. “My God, please don’t tell me a woman as beautiful as you is a…a…lesbian?! Odd though, her assistants are always women. I wonder why…” His words trailed off as the woman shot him a look that could kill.
“M told me to be weary of you OO7, and I didn’t understand why. Now I do. I actually don’t think my private life is any of your business James.” She said matter -of -factly, returning to her work.
“Ou, a woman that takes up for herself. Mmm, that does turn me on.”
Just as she was about to give James a good telling off, M came over the intercom.
“Bond, leave MoneyPenny alone and come in my office.”
James stood and picked up the folder off MoneyPenny’s desk.
“Alas, my love, I am afraid I must leave you. Adieu until another time.”
“Goodbye”, MoneyPenny said as she picked up the phone to make a call. The ghost of a smile flashing across her face as James opened the door to M’s office.
He entered M’s office and found her sitting behind her desk putting some papers in order. She was as, if not more beautiful than he had remembered; something began to throb inside him.
“Sit down Bond.” She said sternly without even glancing up at him. He closed the door and followed her orders.
“What happened to DeLovely?” James inquired.
“Don’t you know? I thought you bedded her too” M retorted. She took off her tortoise shell rectangle frame glasses, and set them on her desk, “Remember when we were having some leaks from the interior? Well, it turns out she’s the one that turned on the taps. She’s been taken care of though.” James settled into his seat, firmly planting his feet and unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“I’m not disturbing you am I?” James asked, suddenly nervous. He kept hoping, obviously in vain, that they could repeat what had happened all those months ago, right here, right now.
“No, not at all. I had a feeling you’d be in after you got the assignment. Did you look over the documents?” James ignored her question.
“M, why haven’t I seen you? What did I do wrong? Can we talk about it? He was pleading with her like a child, and she liked it. She could feel herself getting soft.
“Bond, there’s nothing to talk about. We had sex, so what. It didn’t mean anything; it’s just something you do when you’re growing up.” She said, her stern expression never changing. She couldn’t let him know she thought about him every time she brought out her Hitachi Magic Wand, no, a woman in her position had to maintain a level of authority. James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It didn’t mean anything? He suddenly knew what it felt like to be on the other side of the situation.
“But…but…” he was stammering, trying to think of something to say.
“OO7, there are a lot more important things going on right now, that don’t concern your over-active dick, or my pussy.” M said, uncrossing her legs. Little did he know it, but she was soaking wet now, her inner thighs sticking to each other. He could tell she was getting flushed; her cleavage turning pink. At this sight, James became as hard as a rock, and he suddenly stood and walked to the large windows that overlooked The City.
“Well then”, he began, “what is going on? And no, I have not looked at the papers.”
“Oh Christ Bond. I was hoping you’d be informed. Very well then, just follow me to this meeting, and you’ll find out all about it.” M gathered up her papers, glasses, laptop, and portfolio. Bond turned around and picked up his folder.
“Oh and Bond”, she said as she glanced down at his trousers, “you might want to go to the loo and take care of that.” M giggled and made her way out of her office.
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