The Assassin’s Game - Sex Stories

The Assassin’s Game

... knew she wanted more than a drink. He knew all about Eva. He had helped train her. Eva was just what the agency wanted. She was very attractive; in fact, she had that wholesome girl-next-door look with a smoking hot body. A disarming sweetheart of a smile. She was near Mensa intelligence level and loved solving problems under stress. But what really made her perfect for the agency were two more attributes. She had no moral conscience whatsoever and she really loved to fuck. Her father had once been a martial arts champion. Having grown up on his Montana cattle ranch, Eva had been taught martial arts skills since she could walk. And anyone knows Montana girls know their way around a gun. Yes, Eva seemed like she had been born for the spy game. Mason remembered years before, looking over Eva’s file from the US Naval Academy where she had graduated in the top ten percent of her class. He had also read that she fucked twenty-nine of her classmates during her four years there, twenty-five male and four female. On a few occasions, she had treated one or more guys to a masturbation show, usually involving fruit or vegetables or whatever object in her dorm room she found handy. No doubt, Eva had always been able to develop a close relationship to whichever undercover target she had been assigned to. And she was never hornier than right after she had eliminated such a target. As Mason eyed Eva’s delicate feminine facial features, he tried to imagine what inside her made such a perfect ...

... killing machine. Her blonde hair was long and glamorous with looping curls that could’ve put her in a TV shampoo commercial. Flawless skin graced her face that really didn’t need much make-up, though that was expertly applied. Her blue eyes exuded a softness that he knew was just a facade. The truth behind them was cold and calculating. At thirty-three, Eva could easily pass for a much younger university student and had before. Mason wondered how she held such a grip onto her youth. Mason downed his bourbon refill as Eva quickly lit up another cigarette. He knew that she usually waited several minutes between cigarettes unless she was on a mission. ****************** “You’re downing those drinks pretty quickly, aren’t you?” Eva turned directly toward Mason. “Hell, you’ve seen me down ‘em like this before.” “I’ve seen you drunk before.” “Yes, you have.” Mason turned his head toward Max and nodded for another drink. Mason looked away from Eva but was still addressing her. “So what are we doing in Savannah, Georgia?” “Kings Bay, I guess,” Eva sipped her drink while looking into the large glass mirror behind the bar. “I’ve met with Navy Intel over there already.” “The goddamn Navy – Kings Bay, shit!” Mason cleared his throat, still looking away while browsing the room. “I hate fucking submarines, they wouldn’t bring us down here unless they’re sending us out on a fuckin’ submarine.” “I don’t mind submarines,” Eva smiled. “No, you would love being in one – all those sweaty men in ...