by Rosa Banks
EXOTIC FRUITS SERIES
Wild Grapes
ROSALIE BANKS
Published by Pipit Inc. Smashwords Edition. All rights reserved. This book is purely a work of fiction and imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real persons or circumstances is absolutely coincidental. It is strictly for entertainment purpose ONLY. Not to be resold or stolen.
Copyright 2013 Rosalie Banks
Dedicated to Naomi Campbell-the beautiful amazon
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Preface
Prologue
I
II
III
IV
About the author
Sneak preview of the next series
Other books by Pipit Inc.
PREFACE
EXOTIC FRUITS SERIES is another deluxe release by Rosalie Banks, featuring five exotic stories about Carla Jakes, a state assassin trained by the CIA in the art of advanced espionage and sexual assassination. At precarious times of national emergency, Carla is always called upon to use her lethal skill to thrill and kill in saving the government of the United States.
Sexy, suave and deadly, in Wild Grapes, Carla Jakes remains the heroine you love to hate; taking you along on her dangerous missions, in a ride guaranteed to get your nerve ends on fire in wild arousal.
Read with a shot of vodka.
WILD GRAPES
PROLOGUE
In the previous edition of EXOTIC FRUITS SERIES titled Cucumber, we found Carla Jakes suffering from acute post-mission erotic fever, to be timely treated by Michele Cat, her lesbian killer mate, who gave her the most explosive erotic ministration ever, aided by the thickest veggie found in fruits market . Still basking in the afterglow of their steamy sex, a call came through from the HQ announcing Code Red. They immediately set on their way in response to the summon, to meet Senator Oaks Abraham, head of their deadly unit in the Agency.
Carla Jakes, number one secret operative of an underground unit of spies and assassins in CIA called 69, any day, is the choice candidate to call for a dangerous mission to assassinate for the state, termed "Operation 'Thrill and Kill" . Born with a luscious beauty hard to resist, and learned in lethal erotic mystiques; in Wild Grapes, she is paired with her lesbian and killer mate to go to Cairo, Egypt, to save the daughter of the American President; held hostage by a ruthless terrorist with quaint sexual taste. .
Will they succeed or fail in their quest to save Daniella Wilson from impending death at the hands of the fearsome Jihadist…Read on for the thrill found in Arabian desert.
I
Senator Abrahams was already seated at the head of the mahogany conference table, inside Situation Room in 69 Lounge, by the time Carla Jakes and Michele Cat reported at HQ. He returned their salutes with a curt nod of his head and waved them to their seats at the table. Then without much ado he got to the reason for the briefing.
Earlier, Code Red report came in from the White House that the President’s daughter, Daniella Wilson, had been secretly abducted at a bazaar event in Cairo; where she had gone to promote her pet project, ‘Fragile Butterflies’, dedicated to helping the widows of Africa. The abductor was none other than the maverick Jihadist and number two most wanted terrorist in the world, Abdul Malik- of Fierce Scimitar, a dreaded militia group in the Middle East, with avowed hatred for the United States; who presently held her with force at a discreet location in the heart of the city.
The Senator continued that in a video message sent to the C.I.A shortly after the abduction, the terrorist had made his demands known to the President; in which he declared, among other things, that all prisoners of conscience from his terrorist group, held at a secret prison in the US be released forthwith; failure of which he threatened to detonate a bomb to kill himself with the President’s daughter at sunset, to be broadcast live on national TV.
As it stood, even though the President vowed not to give in to his outrageous demands or negotiate with him, he knew better not to call his threat a bluff. This is because, if experience had taught him anything about the Middle East, it was that Jihadists rejoice in being defied for the glory of Paradise. And the President was not ready to gamble with his only daughter’s life, notwithstanding national interests and other reputations at stake. To find a way out of this quandary, the President had called upon the Agency, who, apprised of the danger and difficulty of the task had decided to summon the twin killers for the rescue mission.
Therefore, the mission for the two assassins, the Senator relayed, codenamed OPERATION WILD GRAPES, was to pose as Arabian virgins, specially sent to entertain the heaven bound terrorist as a prelude to the 70 virgins awaiting him in Paradise, and in the erotic act take his life and thereafter escape with the President’s daughter. A dangerous mission to thrill, kill and rescue.
Broaching this, the Senator turned to the projector screen opposite him and clicked on a remote control in his hand, which flashed two life sized pictures of the mark onto the screen, with his vital details included. The two foxy killers memorized every detail on the screen as they listened to the stern staccato of the Senator’s voice run down the details of the operation. He concluded the briefing with his customary words of exhortation, looking them full in the face like a general would look at his army.
“Mariams.” He said, addressing them as they do chaste virgins in traditional Egyptian language. “Your jet takes off in thirty minutes at the military airport located inside James Dean Fort. The pilot will give you further details on the op, plus the weapon to use on the target. Know that the abduction happened an hour ago and the First Lady is yet to be informed; hopefully not to be until tonight when you have brought back her girl safe and sound. My Lethal Ladies, once again the life of the Union is in your hands. Make your country proud of you.”
He rose on his agile frame as the briefing got to a close, to take salutes from his killer squad and then marched out of the room, followed by Carla and Michele who immediately set on their way to the military airport.
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They got to the airport twenty minutes later, made possible by the breakneck speed with which Michele rode on her B.M.W power bike, and hurried on to the tarmac on their stilettos. There they met a cute military air hostess waiting, who conducted a brisk flight validation for them before ushering them inside a shining Concorde jet, already warming up on the runway and immediately they set on their way for the four hours journey to Cairo.
In the air, after achieving the requisite balance and altitude needed to switch to auto pilot mode, the Captain summoned her elite passengers through the central P.A system to the cockpit, to brief them of the strategy to be adopted at their mission impossible. Carla and Michele swaggered to the cock pit and were pleasantly surprised to find it being manned by “the impeccable twins” of Atlanta, Ted and Harry Stokes- their cadet mates at C.I.A training academy years back, renowned for their wits and thick dicks.
They exchanged hugs and greetings after which Captain Ted proceeded at once to tell them the finer details of the mission: the strength and weaknesses of their target, his sexual proclivities and fetishes, his state of mind and libido and most crucially, the location where he was presently ensconced with the President's daughter, guided by spies and armed militants loyal to him. He also gave them a wine case containing a bottle of Martini, Wild Grapes flavor and told them it was the lethal weapon to be used on the mark. He outlined the rest to them in his brisk, sharp edged voice, tinged with masculine sensuality of a trained seducer:
“Intel supplied on the op has it that the Jihadist have fasted and prayed ceaselessly since the abduction, in preparation for his heroic intention; and by four’O clock in the evening today, he will want to break his fast with an erotic pre-sight of Paradise promised him by his sponsor. Thank goodnes
s the Agency was able to infiltrate their communication line and by that has covertly arranged to supply the inviolable virgins needed for this exclusive heavenly delight. That is where you vixens come in."
"You will go in disguised as Arabian virgins, give him his erotic fatality aided with the wine, and then escape with the President’s daughter held captive in his other room. Your rescue team will be ready on the roof of the locus with a helicopter to ferry the three of you safely back to Base.”
He broke for a second in his report to monitor the blinks and beeps on his consoles before resuming again, squinting his brows to emphasize his words:
“The wine with the exotic flavor is laced with upgraded strychnine and it is expected to travel to the heart to attack it, aided by high pressure of blood. Therefore, it is at the moment of ejaculation, of intense pressure on his heart that the target will slump and gas out of life. Be sure not to share its sweetness with him while you are luring him to drink.”
The Captain ended his briefing and switched back to his old jovial self, smiling his sexy smile which had tickled Carla when they came aboard the cockpit, triggering a flash of memory in her head.
Back at the academy, Carla was smitten with Ted and was always swooned by his sexy smile . She had secretly desired to fuck Ted who was a dashing and brilliant young man then and he also had a thing for her. In fact they had almost fucked on the eve of their graduation day, stopped at the last moment by his ever doting girlfriend, who crashed in on them just when her panties was about to go down her legs. She had forgotten about him over the pass of years but now she realized his smile remained a beauty point that fascinates her still.
Concluded with the Captain, they returned to their seats at the plush fuselage of the private jet but Carla’s thought kept going back to Ted. The adrenalin rush of the mission had already set her system on heat and she suddenly wanted a taste of something solid and throbbing in her mouth; to quell her anxiety and calm her down for the dangerous mission.
She fidgeted on her seat, looking out of the window at the passing clouds but thinking of Ted’s long pole filling her mouth and throat; day dreaming of a private trip for two at the cockpit, especially now that Michele had fallen into a gentle nap by her side- her own means of relaxing before a lethal mission.
Decided at last, Carla stood up and silently traced her way back to the cock pit to have her wish fulfilled. When she got there, she was half surprised to find Ted alone on his seat, trouser drawn down his legs, eyes closed, busy playing with his stiff cock in his hand. He turned around when he heard a sound at the entrance and screwed his face in half embarrassment when he saw Carla standing there with bright eyes.
“Oops!! I wasn’t expecting anybody to intrude,” he said, still palming his cock in his hand, stroking it playfully.
“Harry has gone to meet Diana, the hostess in her cabin and I thought I help myself out.” Captain Ted continued, flashing his magical smile at Carla, who, turned on by the sight she just saw, replied with voice sultry as summer.
“Oh, you should have called for help through the loud speaker. You should know it’d be my pleasure. Can I help out now?”
She didn’t wait for an answer before sliding down to Ted where he sat with the sky in front of him, dick thick and throbbing in his hand. She took it from him and held his long pole in her hand, looking up to give him a wink before she began blowing out his pipe like a learned flutist.
Carla held his dick, now strong and steely in her hand, and licked at its cap. She did this round the circumference of the crown before swallowing it whole from the top and began shoving it in and out of her mouth. Rolling her pink lips around the shaft, she sucked on Ted’s cock like it was a stick of chocolate candy, gagging and spitting on it as she deep throated him without mercy or compassion in the cockpit of the private jet; the mission in temporary abeyance as she satisfied her own lusty mission first.
When Ted thought he was going to explode in the brain, Carla would slow him down by holding his dick erect and mouth the balls, popping on it before taking it in again to repeat the ritual of mercilessness on his helpless cock. He whined in muffled tones to Carla, holding her head in lost rapture that only a trained sex killer like Carla could put a man, breathing hard and fast in beat to her savage sucking on his cock.
“Oh Carla. Carla I love it. Lick my balls like that. Yes. Ah I love the way you lick me, the way you suck me. I have wanted your pouty lips for so long. Oh you can suck. You can suck Carla. You are the very best of them…”
So did it go for another ten minutes of auto-pilot before the Captain exploded and poured his hot rush inside Carla’s mouth, which instantly calmed down her frayed nerves and cock appetite. Afterwards she returned stealthily to her seat beside the napping Michele to reminisce on her air orgasmic experience and to await their proximate touch down at the airport in Cairo, Egypt.
Hours later the voice of the Captain cut through the loud speaker to announce they were about to land and to wish the killer squad a successful mission. Michele roused from her nap to fasten her seatbelt alongside Carla and together they braced for another mission impossible in an alien land, definite to thrill in its wild deadliness…
II
The two killers checked in at the reception of Sheraton Hotel in Cairo, the locus designate, as inconspicuous as they could make themselves, and got the coded message left for them at the desk. Thereafter, they proceeded to Room 777 on the 26th floor, where their linkman and costumier for the mission waited for them.
They got inside the room unobtrusively, aided by a magnetic card included in their message, where they met the linkman alone and waiting , coffee in hand, seated on a swiveling chair before two computer monitors. The monitors showed visuals of locus of the op where, in a screen, they could see a peep-hole view of the mark, sitting on a big Persian mat, back bent forward in prayer; and in the other, they saw the President’s daughter, Daniella, tied to a chair and gagged with a duct tape. The linkman stood up to introduce himself and set about his business.
“Welcome to Cairo, Mi Ladies. I have been waiting for you. My name is Ozil and I am to lead you through the gate to the man in silk, patiently awaiting Paradise five floors above us,” he said in a heavily accented baritone, bowing a little in greeting and moving in the direction of a door to their left as he spoke.
“We have one hour to the appointed time to prepare, Mariams. I have your costume ready in the wardrobe, and will dress you up in a bit to make you look like real Arabian virgins; as specially requested by the Sheik who sponsored the abduction and in charge of his welfare. I see you are with exotic wine case as requested. Good. If you’d please follow me.”
A tall man of Arabian descent, dressed in a white caftan with a turban wound round his head; Ozil led them with smooth briskness to another room in the suite, where he proceeded to robe them like an expert for the deadly affair.
First, with a spray dye, he changed the color of their hairs to raven black; and then styled it in the manner of Arabian virgins, curly and shinny with frills. He then fixed them with false eye lashes and ultra slim contacts lens, which changed the azure colors of their eyes to burning hazel, and made their sexy faces to look oriental with mascara deftly applied.
After finishing with the face re-work, in his traditional reserve he urged them to undress fully, so that he could treat them to a lotion of instant tan, which would darken their fair complexion a shade, to shine with a hue like the skin of Egyptian damsels.
Heeding this, Carla undressed from her outfit and stood nude as a nymph as she watched Michele did same with her tight fitting clothing, twirling like a snake unsheathing its skin. The sight of her smooth skin stirred Carla to want to taste her sugar peaks right there, but she restrained herself to face the hard task at hand. Ozil then went ahead with his tropical fashion design, dressing Carla and Michele in Egyptian fabrics that turned them from true American beauties into Arabian gypsies; with eyes that sparkled under dark tresses and expert make up.
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He first rubbed their bodies in honeyed tan cream, which made their skin to shine with a golden sheen; and then dressed Carla in white silk sarong, over a body hugging white satin half-blouse, with stars and crescents motifs that revealed her waist line, studded with jade and gold trinkets. He gave her a silk wrap, embroidered with gold, to tie around her waist and then gave her a pair of snake skin sandal to go with it.
For Michele, he clothed her in yellow sarong, over a lemon colored lace blouse, with her sexy curves and tits outlined in the diaphanous material of the fabric of her silk wrapper and blouse. He applied scented lilac on her belly button, to disguise the tattoo pierced into it; and also studded her with gold trinkets around her waist to make her look perfectly Arabian, with eyes that blazed and skin that glowed. She also got the same type of sandal to rock on her Egyptian ensemble and both of them afterwards got a spray of vintage aromatic perfume on their bodies, making them spicy and fragrant like spring flowers.
Done with his art, Ozil stepped back to survey his handiwork and nodded in satisfaction. He then led the twin killers to an ornate mirror by the bed; to see their new images and be amazed.
“ Mariams, behold your new selves.” he said in his heavily accented voice, tinged with pride and satisfaction.
Standing before the mirror, both Carla and Michele caught a gasp in their throats as they saw what Ozil had made them into with his impeccable artistry. Carla saw in the reflection on the mirror her new self that looked like a sensual Egyptian princess in silk ensemble; with skin tanned to a golden hue, and belly button colored with scented indigo, sparkling with a green luster. She swayed in front of her mate, who looked like a fairy nymphet in sunset draping, diaphanous enough to reveal in outline the rigidness of her nipples and the swell of her hips. They both reveled in the transformed outlook of their deadly beauty, moved to share a deep kiss of jealous longing before an embarrassed Ozil, who covered his eyes with both palms, tickled at the expression of raw wildness with which Americans are famed for.
