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This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts.
Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable,
or violates laws in your part of the world.

This story is Copyright 2000 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
and Shon Richards (LordShon@aol.com)

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Kiko and the Better Screw 
(C)opyright 2000 by Shon Richards and Jimmy Hat


"So you have a Ninja in purple spandex holed up in that hotel
room, and she says she wants to see us?" Maytag asked. 

"I don't understand why you haven't simply stormed the room?"
Stanton asked. 

"We tried that. The grand total so far has been three broken
tibias, two dislocated shoulders, and a burst spleen," answered
the Special Agent in Charge. 

"What about the HRT?" Stanton asked, referring to the FBI's elite
Hostage Rescue Team. "They could do some damage, I'm sure." 

"I was talking about the HRT," replied the glib SAC. "And the
only damage they did was to put a few dozen rounds into a
Steinway piano and the other swanky stuff in that suite." 

"And you want us to go in there?" asked Maytag. 

The SAC snorted. "No way, Jose. But then, I didn't ask for you.
She did." 

"And how did she know to ask for us?" Stanton asked. 

"She said, 'Bring me the sex police!'" 

Her name was Kiko, and right now, she was pretty fucked. Well,
she hadn't fucked anyone yet, but she was working on it. She was
fucked in a metaphorical sense. She was fucked in a
Callista-Flockhart-trying-to-win-a-battle-of-the-bust contest
sort of way. Kiko was as fucked as a straight man in a gay prison
kind of way. Kiko was fucked bad. 

"Oh yeah, I'm pretty fucked," Kiko conceded to nobody as she
looked out the hotel window. Ten flights down, another police car
came up and two army men were setting up some sort of cannon. It
looked pretty bad for the young Ninja. 

On the other hand, the Ninja looked hot. The Asian beauty had her
silky waist long black hair down and she was chewing absent
mindedly on a strand. Her massive surgically enhanced chest was
straining to burst out of her purple spandex one piece swimsuit.
Purple scarves covered her powerful legs and biceps, displaying
her curvy muscles to her full advantage. Six inch heel red boots
finished the outfit, completing her look as a comic book fan's
wet dream. 

"Damn my father," Kiko whispered as a helicopter flew overhead. 

Keeping with a metaphorical sense, Kiko's father had been fucking
her ever since she was born. The sinister Mr. Yugokumach had
wanted a son, and when he received a daughter, he made up for the
disappointment by training her in the ways of the Ninja. Ok, not
a real Ninja, but the Ninja that Mr. Yugokumach loved in his
teenage years when he was a fan boy. That meant Kiko was trained
to kill, sneak, maim, steal and look really, really sexy. This
latest mission was a perfect example of how willing he was to
sacrifice his daughter for some rare object. 

Mr. Yugokumach had many deviant and decadent tastes. He switched
fetishes and interests almost as fast as Madonna. Recently one of
his evil mastermind colleagues told him about a female FBI agent
who arrested him. The criminal genius embellished his story to
great heights until finally, Mr. Yugokumach decided he wanted to
see a naked Federal Agent himself. Since seeing naked government
agents was a dangerous crime, the sinister Mr. Yugokumach decided
this was a job for his daughter. 

Kiko might not mind risking her life if it wasn't for her
father's rules on sex. Mr. Yugokumach believed a Ninja,
specifically his daughter, should abstain from sex in order to
maintain her fighting edge. Kiko believed she was suffering
enough already, and should get laid as often as possible. Since
her father was the wealthy one, and Kiko wanted her inheritance
one day, the young nympho restrained herself when at home, and
snuck a little sex on the side. 

"Why did you chase her in the first place?" Stanton asked. She
was using binoculars to look at the apartment, and was surprised
to see a ridiculous looking Asian woman standing at the window.
She couldn't decide which was stranger, the fact that the woman
had a chest that Gary Coleman could drown in, or the fact that
the Asian was standing next to the window when there was so many
snipers waiting for her. Stanton also couldn't tear her eyes away
from the woman's. The Ninja's Asian features gave her a
perpetually youthful face, but her large chest and intelligent
eyes betrayed her maturity. The way she chewed her hair
fascinated Heather, it looked innocent, but with her purple
spandex, it also looked very calculated. Stanton's assessment of
the suspect vacillated between vixen and lost child. 

As Stanton watched, she heard a shot ring out from behind her.
The Ninja frowned slightly and leaned to one side. A bullet hole
appeared in the window, and a flower pot exploded in the room.
The woman never stopped chewing on her hair. 

"Hey! No more shots!" the SAC called into his walkie-talkie.
"This ain't some farmhouse in Texas! We've got rules about
shooting in a city!" 

"You still haven't told us why she's in the hotel room," Maytag
pointed out. 

"It's the damnest thing," the SAC admitted. "A day ago, a
break-in was reported at the McGuffin Museum. It seems that
someone stole a Greek artifact. The guard on duty claims he was
raped by -- and I'm quoting here -- 'sexy bitch in purple
spandex.'" 

"And you found her already?" Stanton asked, never taking her eyes
from the beauty upstairs. 

"Hey, we're quick here!" the SAC bragged. "We spotted her going
into this hotel, still wearing her spandex outfit. Pretty stupid
huh? We figure she's hopped up on acid or Chinese." 

Maytag looked across the street. "Pretty good luck that she
picked a hotel right across from the FBI branch office," he said.
"Why do you think she's asking for us?" 

"I must not be speaking loud enough," replied the SAC. "She
didn't ask for you by name, Agent Maytag. She asked for the sex
police. Somebody in the puzzle palace thought that meant you." 

Special Agents Gerald Maytag and Heather Stanton were part of a
small office charged with policing the sex industry: a holdover
from the Meese commission's report whose expenses had become
buried in the FBI's budget, and whose original purpose had been
lost in the Bureaus' complicated organization. Small wonder some
agents liked to refer to the FBI headquarters in Washington, DC
as 'the puzzle palace'. 

Stanton moved the field glasses away from her bright blue eyes
and brushed long brunette hair over her ear. She handed the
binoculars to Maytag before speaking. "So what are we supposed to
do?" 

"You're going over there, unarmed, to negotiate her surrender." 

Maytag peered at the magnified image of the woman in her tight
fitting purple leotard and red boots. They were to go up there
unarmed. Not that it made much difference against someone who had
disabled half a dozen elite HRT agents. "It beats doing paper
work," Maytag remarked. He handed over his weapon to the SAC, and
after his partner did likewise they started on their way. 

Kiko sat on the bed, checking to make sure the equipment she had
brought were working properly. The beautiful Asian wasn't known
for her technical skills, so her father made sure all of her
computer equipment was reliable, and easy to use. That ruled out
using Windows or a Macintosh, and in the end, Mr. Yugokumach had
to go old-school and dig out the experts who always made it
simple. 

That's why Kiko was the only known operator in the world working
on an Atari laptop. It came complete with a constant stream
Internet camera, a live microphone, an uncrashable system and a
two button joystick instead of a keyboard. It could not fail.
Kiko turned the 'On' dial, and tested the four camera hidden in
the bathroom. 

A knock at the door drew her attention. Kiko stepped over the
smashed piano remains and behind the over turned table. 

"Who is it?" Kiko called out. 

"We're the FBI you requested," a strong male voice responded.
"You know, the umm, sex police?" 

"Come on in, the door's unlocked," Kiko answered. She stayed
behind the table, observing the couple as they walked in. 

Once they came into the hotel room, she was a little
disappointed. How could there be only two? The brunette with the
blue eyes and the slim waist looked tasty, but Kiko was quite
confident she would wind up breaking this poor man's spine at
some point. 

"I'm Special Agent Maytag, and this is my partner, Special Agent
Stanton," he announced. 

"Call me Kiko." 

Maytag eyed Kiko head to toe. It was hard not to. The red boots
were shiny and flared above the knee, making her muscular thighs
appear more slender than they were. The exposed skin of her legs,
striped by scarves tied around them, reached to her waist; the
cut of her purple one-piece suit was extremely high on her hips
and exposed all but a narrow strip of her bikini area. The suit
stretched tight from her waist, held taught away from her skin by
the obscene dimensions of her breasts. Her arms rippled with
muscle, but her face was as smooth and graceful as her long dark
hair. Her dark almond-shaped eyes stared back at him. 

"Kiko," Stanton began, "We're willing to help, but we're going to
need your cooperation." 

"OK," Kiko said. This was more like it. "Just what did you have
in mind?" 

"For starters, you might want to explain why you requested us,"
Stanton asked. 

"That's easy," Kiko said as she walked over to the bed. "I
requested you two due to previous experiences with government
agencies. The CIA had the best sex agents, while the Department
of the Interior was definitely lacking in technique if you get
what I mean. I figure if I was going to be captured, I would at
least partake of your agency's sexual deviants before I was
captured." 

Maytag and Stanton looked at each other with confusion on their
faces. 

"We're not deviants," Maytag said. He thought about the veracity
of that statement. "We investigate sexual crimes. We don't
actually do them." He thought he heard Stanton clear her throat. 

"Oh come now," Kiko laughed as she spread her legs wide. She ran
her purple gloved hands along her bare thighs. "Every branch of
the government have their sexual torture experts. I've ran up
against enough of you guys to realize that. I know WHY the FBI
have Dillinger's dick in a jar, and I have a guess why Area 51 is
off limits. More like Area 69 if you ask me." 

Maytag's face lit up like a child finding a Playboy under his
brother's bed. "What do you know about Area 51?" 

"Maytag," Stanton interrupted him, "maybe your new friend would
like to see your conspiracy files at your office? I bet should
could learn a few things and maybe update some of your obsolete
files." 

"Nice try, Agent Hottie," Kiko smiled. "Unfortunate for you, I'm
not a mental case looking for government conspiracies everywhere.
I'm just a bad girl who's finally been caught after years of
breaking the law." 

Maytag swallowed as Kiko gripped the inside of her muscular
thighs. "Well, we're sorry, but as far as we know there isn't a
sexual torture division of the FBI. Maybe we can arrange for you
to meet some after you surrender." 

Kiko thought about it for a moment, just long enough to tease the
two agents into thinking she was agreeing. She took a deep breath
and Maytag's eyes followed her heaving breasts. Kiko let out the
breath with a frustrated sigh that made her look extremely pouty.
It reminded Stanton of the child flirt she had seen in the
window. 

"No, I don't think so," Kiko said as she leaned back at an angle
on the bed. Her arms supported her body and she shook her head to
make her hair fly about her face. She looked at Maytag with
slitted eyes and smiled. 

"Hey, I know! Do you want to test out the artifact I stole? It's
pretty keen," Kiko said, jumping off the bed. Stanton marveled at
the change in moods while Maytag simply marveled at the bouncing
of spandex. 

"Kiko," Maytag interrupted. "Exactly what is this artifact?" 

"You don't know?" Kiko asked incredulously. 

"No," Stanton said, "We don't." 

"It's the world's first vibrator, powered by water, invented by
the island of Syracuse's most famous engineer. Known to the
archaeologists who have studied it as 'Archimedes's Better
Screw'." 

"Are you serious?" Maytag asked. 

"Of course. Why do you think I wanted it?" 

"And this thing still works?" Stanton asked. 

"Unbelievably well," Kiko said with a grin. "Of course the old
leather bits haven't survived, but they were easy enough to
replace. I thought I would be in and out of this hotel in no
time, but Archimedes knew what he was about. And now here I am in
this mess." 

"Where is this thing?" Maytag asked. 

"In the bathroom still," Kiko replied. She looked at Stanton and
licked her lips. "Want to give it a try?" 

Stanton did not respond right away, and Kiko did not give her
time to. 

"I mean," Kiko continued, "you really should examine it before
you report back to your superiors that you recovered the genuine
article." There wasn't too much to say after that. 

"Stay here a second, Maytag," Stanton instructed. 

Inside the large bathroom of the hotel suite was what looked at
first sight to be a brass musical instrument and some short of
shoulder strap. The next impression Stanton had was that of a
leather belt attached to a metal snorkeling device. That was what
the brass hunk of metal looked like, with its curved, oblong
flange, and the long tube protruding from it. Only the tube
projected from the flange along its length, and the leather clad
ridges and knobby protuberances on the backside of the flange
were never intended for anyone's face. 

"Here." Kiko picked up the device and handed it to Stanton. On
closer examination, Stanton saw that a second shorter tube
projected from the first and that the entire brass surface was
covered with inscriptions. No, illustrations. Graphic
illustrations. 

"I guess these are these instructions," Stanton remarked. 

"Correct. But thanks to modern plumbing, I won't have to stand
here and pour pitchers of water down that tube. You can just use
the hose I attached to the shower head. Although I have to admit,
it seems those girls in the pictures enjoyed helping each other
out." 

"So the water flows through and moves these little ridges
underneath?" Stanton asked. 

"Uh-huh," Kiko smiled. 

"And what's the second tube for?" 

"Lubricant," Kiko answered. "I guess you could use anything, but
I thought it fitting to use this." She held up a small square
bottle that shone green in the bright lights of the bathroom.
"Olive oil!" 

"Extra virgin," Stanton added. "Nice touch." 

"You're going to need to get out of those clothes," Kiko said
with delight. 

Stanton slipped out of her business-like field agent garb to
reveal a body decidedly softer than Kiko's muscular curves, but
no less sexy. Kiko herself took a moment to admire the agent's
hips and firm round ass. 

"Hold on a second before you put that harness on," Kiko
instructed. The red and purple clad Ninja unscrewed the cap off
the bottle of olive oil and poured a bit into her cupped palm.
She slipped her hand between Stanton's legs and spread the oil
over her pudenda. The fruity aroma of olive oil quickly filled
the room. "We don't want anything to chafe," Kiko said. 

"Certainly not." 

Kiko dried her hand on a towel, and then helped Heather fasten
the three straps, one around her waist like a belt, the other
thinner straps up under her legs, that acted as a harness to hold
the device tight against her crotch. The device fit as a modern
strap-on dildo, and certainly resembled one with the brass tube
sticking up and away from Stanton's body. Then Kiko poured more
olive oil into the reservoir attached to the shaft, releasing a
fresh burst of its fragrance. 

"Feels strange," Stanton said. 

"It gets better. Whenever you're ready step in the shower, and
run the water into the tube." 

Heather opened the faucet, diverted the flow to the shower head.
The hose jumped a bit with the first flow down its length, then
hung limp like a heavy rope. Stanton picked it up and guided it
to the opening of the brass shaft. The water gurgled down its
length, and slowly the knobs nuzzled against her vulva began to
twitch. Water exited the back end of the flange and lapped at
Heather's asshole like a fluttering tongue. 

"Oh, that's good," Stanton said. 

"How does it feel?" Kiko asked. 

"Good," she said. "Maybe a little cold?" Stanton asked, somewhat
puzzled. 

"The metal responds quickly to the water temperature. Have fun.
I'll go check up on Maytag." 

Kiko took one last longing look at Stanton's body, sighing as she
looked at Stanton's breasts. Kiko wasn't much for poetic
insights, but she had one now. She thought that Stanton's breasts
reminded her of fruit, hanging from an impossibly high branch,
just waiting to be adorned with nipple clamps. 

The Asian tore herself away from the bathroom. As she closed the
door, Stanton's voice cried out behind her. It was a scream of
shock mixed with pleasure. It took all of Kiko's self control not
to go running back into the bathroom. She looked over at Maytag,
who was examining a piano leg Kiko had modified into a dildo. The
horny Ninja couldn't believe the agent wasn't reacting at all to
his partner's moans of bliss. 

Maytag was trying to figure out why the piano leg looked so much
like a phallus when he heard it. Coming from the bathroom, was a
sweet, sensual noise of self-discovery. He thought of the Ninja,
and wondered if Stanton would mind if he came in and watched Kiko
test out the device. As he was making his decision, he turned
around to look at the bathroom. when he saw that Kiko was outside
with him, he dropped the piano leg as he realized where the
sounds were coming from. 

"I can't believe I'm listening to this," Maytag said. 

Kiko thought he looked disturbed. That was surprising, because
she was rather enjoying listening to the sounds of Stanton's
pleasure. "Why not?" 

"I can't listen to her... you know what!" 

"You're gay?" Kiko asked. That would be a shock. She had seen him
staring at her breasts. 

"No, I'm not gay," Maytag said dismissively. "But she's my
partner. I'm not interested in hearing that." 

"Oh," Kiko said. That was strange. If she had a partner with that
kind of body she would be highly interested in hearing that.
"Well, if you like, I have something to cover your ears." 

"What's that?" Maytag asked. 

"My thighs." 

Kiko kicked up her right leg and easily laid her boot against
Maytag's shoulder. Her flexibility was simply inspiring. Kiko
stood there calmly on one leg as she stroked Maytag's cheek with
her heel. 

"Bet you're getting distracted already," Kiko smiled. Before the
stunned agent could answer, Kiko jumped on her one leg, wrapped
both thighs around Maytag's head, leaned into Gerry's stunned
face, and brought his body crashing down onto the bed. 

Kiko shivered as Maytag's nose was rammed into her spandex
covered sex. "Oh Agent Man, your nose is so big!" she cooed. "I
bet you didn't know my spandex is actually edible, did you?" 

Maytag mumbled a reply Kiko didn't hear. 

"Well go ahead and start biting," Kiko encouraged. "I promise not
to scream too much." 

Poor Gerry could barely hear Kiko's comments about edible
spandex. Her thighs really were sound proof. Luckily for the
Agent, his keen senses detected the faint smell of grapes coming
from Kiko's groin, and he tentatively licked the spandex. When he
tasted the unmistakable palette of artificial grape flavor, he
started chewing his way through Kiko's sheer clothing. 

Kiko wiggled her hips in appreciation as Maytag fiercely gnawed
his way to her sex. She was sitting on the agent's face with a
confidence she hadn't felt since raping those health instructors.
She curled a gloved finger in Gerry's hair while she grinded her
pubis into his gnashing teeth. 

"Now for some inspiration," Kiko whispered to herself. She
grabbed the joystick from the computer and selected angle 2.
Instantly an image appeared on the screen, depicting a lovely
side view of Stanton in the shower. The moaning agent was
gripping the shower head while her knees buckled from the
sensations pummeling her sex. 

"Maytag, you're a pussy if you haven't nailed that by now," Kiko
said, shaking her head, 

"Hmm?" Maytag asked from between her legs. 

"Never mind," Kiko sighed. "Oh! You're out of spandex!" 

Maytag uttered something that might have been a yes, but his
tongue was weighted down by Kiko's torso and unable to make any
intelligible words. The sticky purple residue of edible spandex
circled his mouth, and the air close to his nose was damp and
smelled of sugary sweetness and musky sex. He had not managed to
chew through the thicker edges of the leotard, but he peeled away
enough material to render the suit essentially crotchless. 

Kiko's pubic hair was waxed down to a thin strip, and the skin
around her lips was bare and smooth. Maytag could feel it as much
as see it. He licked a wide swathe along the fatty tissue before
burying his tongue inside her slit. 

"Oh, that's good," Kiko moaned. She was just as pleased with what
she saw on the Atari as with what she felt between her legs.
Stanton's breasts heaved with ragged breath, and she held fast to
the shower head with a white-knuckled grip. A quick cut to the
ceiling cam showed the brunette biting her lower lip. Changing to
the floor cam, Kiko was rewarded with a full screen close up of
the agent's round ass. Her cheeks were held apart by the brass
flange of the device, and a thin jet of water shot up at her
anus. "That reminds me," Kiko cooed. 

Kiko thrust her hips forward and felt Maytag's tongue slip out
from between her lips and pop up again under the ribbed ring of
her asshole. The open edge of spandex cut against the back of
Maytag's tongue, but a quick bite removed the barrier. He
returned to flicking against Kiko's tight hole, and the acrid
taste mixed with the grape candy flavor in his mouth. 

Kiko watched the FBI agent getting off in the shower on the
monitor. She heard her moans echo off the tiled walls of the
bathroom. She looked at the man eagerly licking away at her
bottoms. "Nasty sex police," she purred with delight. 

She continued to switch camera angles and zoom in and pan with
the joystick. Each wrist motion was matched by a shift in her
hips, and soon she was rubbing her pussy all over Maytag's face.
The wetness of it wiped at the dried goop around his mouth, and
so Maytag received a fresh burst of candy flavor to accompany the
face wash. 

"I want your cock now," Kiko said. She meant it. Normally she
would have simply sliced open his pants with some concealed knife
and impaled herself on his erection when it sprung free. But as
much as Kiko preferred to be on top, she didn't want to have to
slow down to keep her eyes on the closed circuit peep show.
Therefore she lifted a leg to let Maytag slip out from his prone
position. 

Maytag took the hint and shimmied out from under her. He turned
and knelt behind her before starting to undress. Distracted by
the sight of Kiko on all fours in her red boots, the purple
one-piece suit ripped open at the crotch to reveal her shaved
mound and glistening slit, Maytag fumbled with his belt and the
myriad buttons of his shirt and pants. Maybe he needed some sort
of edible uniform. 

"I said I wanted your cock now," Kiko barked, "And I fucking
meant now!" Kiko kicked back with one leg that pushed against the
mattress and shot between Maytag's legs. She lifted her thigh,
and with a leg curl pushed the back of her calf against Maytag's
backside and jerked him forward to her own ass. 

Through the loose shirt tails, Maytag's engorged cock pressed
against the furrow of Kiko's ass. She clenched her buttocks ever
so slightly and Maytag felt the result of the Ninja's extensive
training. 

"Damn," he muttered. 

"Don't keep me waiting, G Man!" Kiko demanded. 

Maytag followed her order. He leaned back and slid forward. The
curved shaft of his stiff cock rose with him as he straightened.
The head of his cock pushed against her slippery cunt. It easily
parted her lips and his full length penetrated her moist twat.
The soft warmth tightened down on his length, and Maytag let out
a groan that harmonized with Kiko's own grunt of pleasure. 

"Much better," Kiko said. "Now fuck me!" 

"Are you always this demanding?" Maytag asked, making long slow
strokes into and out of her heater. 

"Do you always need so much prodding?" Kiko asked. "No wonder
your partner has to get herself off in showers!" Kiko thought she
scored a hit with that remark, because Maytag's slow strokes
turned to harder thrusts. Which was just peachy as far as Kiko
was concerned. "That's right!" she cried. "Fuck me!" 

Maytag was enthralled with the rawness of Kiko's sexuality. He
lost himself in his thrusts, pounding away at her savagely,
thrusting as deep as he could and then pressing further with his
hips against her muscular ass. He held onto her hips and pulled
himself into her. Yet it almost seemed the Asian beauty wanted
more. Kiko threw her head back to flip her long hair over her
shoulder. She looked back at Maytag and encouraged him. "Yeah!
Fuck me harder!" 

Kiko returned her attention to the Atari and watched as Stanton
played with her own nipples, rubbing them gently with the first
two fingers of each hand. Kiko slipped hand between her legs to
rub her clit. She mimicked the speed and motion of Stanton's
hands. Maytag continued to thrust at her pussy, but he seemed to
slow. 

"Don't hold out on me!" Kiko warned. Again, she put one red boot
between Maytag's legs and curled her thigh. This time the pointed
heel dug into the small of his back, and her ankle nestled
against his tailbone. With her calf wedged between his buttocks
she pulled him forward and prodded him into more vigorous
fucking. 

"Shit!" Maytag yelled. His shoulders leaned back as his bottom
was thrown forward, and in regaining balance his upper body shot
past the mark. His hands landed on Kiko's shoulder blades. But he
did not stop thrusting; he didn't dare. 

"Unnh," Kiko moaned. 

Maytag moved his hands along Kiko's back and out to her sides. He
slid them down, along her ribs, and across her front. They
reached the sides of her breasts, and he moved along them. The
sides never seemed to end. His wrists almost touched the mattress
and his chest was practically flat against her back. before his
hands reached her nipples. Kiko's tits were outrageously large
and firm in his hands. There was give, and he could squeeze, but
her tits were literally like cantaloupes. 

Sweat poured from under Maytag's arms and down his sides. His
shirt clung to his back and he felt small streams trickle down
the backs of his legs. He was short of breath from the rough
sport and he knew he could not hold much longer. Fortunately,
Kiko's moans were also louder and more frequent. 

She was fingering herself frantically as Maytag groped her
breasts and piledrived her from behind. The muscles in her
shoulders burned with the strain of holding her weight and the
force of Maytag's pounding. She had long given up trying to
manipulate the camera settling for the side view of the shower. 

A loud shriek of pleasure triggered Maytag's orgasm. He shot off
into Kiko's cunt as if his balls couldn't empty out fast enough.
The spurts pulsed through his cock and it seemed fire surged
through the rest of him. 

"Ahhhh," Maytag cried. 

Kiko felt the warm blast inside her. She could sense Maytag's
orgasm, but it wasn't until Stanton cried out that he came. She
saw the look on her face through the monitor, heard the wail of
pleasure and felt Maytag erupt inside her and squeeze her tits.
It was all too much. Her pussy clamped down on Maytag's shaft and
squeezed out whatever was left in him. Her arms gave out, and
Kiko fell forward as orgasm rocked through her. Kiko came with
her face against the monitor, painted lips pressed against the
moving picture of Agent Stanton, shuddering naked in the shower. 

"Oh, fuck," Maytag said. He breathed heavily and relaxed his grip
on Kiko's ample chest. "That was incredible." 

"Not bad," Kiko said. She looked down at the monitor. Red
lipstick traced out the pattern of a kiss over the image of
Stanton leaning against the shower walls in exhaustion. "Not bad
at all." Maybe they didn't need more than two of these sex
police, she though to herself. 

Maytag sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling, breathing
heavily through his open mouth. His dick grew limp next to his
thigh and his pants bunched together around his ankles. Kiko left
him there to go to the bath and clean up. 

"Wha-", Stanton said when Kiko entered. "I'm sorry! You startled
me." 

"Sorry, but I needed to grab a towel." Kiko took one of the rack
next to the shower. 

Stanton looked down at Kiko's ripped leotard as the Ninja wiped
herself. "What the hell happened to you?" Stanton asked. 

Kiko looked down and then smiled, "Oh, don't worry! They're
edible." 

Heather Stanton was not sure what that meant, but it didn't
matter. She was fixated on Kiko's smile. Stanton didn't normally
become attracted to Asian women dressed like Anime characters,
but there was something unique about this woman. There was a
girlish quality about her that contrasted her ravaged clothes and
her apparent ferocity. Heather's own experiences as a
professional woman had taught her that to overcome men's
expectations of a giggling female, she sometimes had to over
compensate by being more mature than she actually felt. Yet this
woman carried her youth and energy like a chip on her shoulder.
The unknown assailant was as sexual as she pleased and yet had
the respect of every agent waiting in terror outside. Kiko had to
know Stanton's own orders were to bring the Ninja into custody,
yet here she stood toweling herself off easily in front of her. 

Stanton closed the water faucets. "Could you help me get this
off?" she asked. 

Kiko looked back at her. It was a polite request. Without a word,
she helped the blue eyed agent unbuckle the harness and slip it
off her thighs and out from around her bottom. Kiko looked for
any indication that Stanton had seen the cameras hidden around
the room. It was essential now that the agent was no longer
distracted that she be escorted quickly from the room. Kiko could
not jeopardize her mission. 

Stanton never suspected, though. She simply dressed and looked
back at Kiko serenely. There was no hint of mistrust, or
hostility. Kiko knew this was her foe, but she felt at ease
around her. 

"Thank you," Stanton said. 

"What?" Kiko asked in amazement. 

"Thank you for letting me have a throw at old Archimedes. I've
always had a thing for Greek guys." 

"Oh," Kiko said. "Sure." What the hell was that? That was a joke,
but it wasn't some sort of barbed insult, not a veiled challenge
to Kiko's honor. It was friendly. Had Kiko made a friend? Kiko
tried her hand at witty conversation. 

"Anytime you want to try out strange masturbation devices, I'm
the gal to call," Kiko said. she winced at how lame that sounded.
That's exactly what her maid had told her on her sixteenth
birthday. 

Stanton laughed, and Kiko wasn't sure if it was mocking her or
not. Then Stanton did something that really fucked with Kiko's
mind. Heather shook her head and kissed Kiko on the cheek. 

"Next time, try not to break the law when you do it," Heather
said. 

Kiko stood there stunned as Heather walked past her. In a daze,
Kiko followed the agent into the bedroom where Gerry had summoned
enough presence of mind to put his clothes back on. The
bottomless Ninja was in such a confused state, she didn't even
notice how odd it was that Stanton and Maytag made no mention of
what they had been doing. Stanton was walking stiff legged while
Maytag kept rubbing the small of his back and yet both of them
resumed their conversation with discussing the surrender. 

"We should handcuff her, so that the over zealous don't just
shoot her on sight," Maytag said as he straightened his hair. 

"Good idea," Stanton said, finishing the top buttons of her
blouse. "We should leave the device in the bathroom for forensics
to gather. I don't trust those idiots outside with an antique." 

"Are you ready to surrender Kiko?" Stanton asked. 

Kiko looked at those trusting blue eyes and she rubbed the hot
spot on her cheek where Stanton had kissed her. She thought of
her dad and what he was waiting for in the safety of his mansion.
The decision was easy. 

With a single axe kick, Kiko destroyed the Atari laptop. 

"Sure. Let's go," Kiko smiled. 

Epilogue 

Mr. Yugokumach had a big smile on his face. Everything was set.
He had his favorite concubine, Darva, sitting between his legs, a
big bottle of wine and a large screen computer monitor waiting to
receive the signal from his daughter. At any moment, Mr.
Yugokumach would receive the images of a nude Federal Agent
masturbating in the shower. His cock was as hard as jade between
the lips of his concubine as he thought about the four camera
angles he could choose from. The best part was, he could sell the
images later through his Internet connections. 

When his assistant informed him that his daughter was now in
Federal custody, and he still hadn't received the video, Mr.
Yugokumach's cock shriveled in disbelief. The sinister man felt
old and powerless as he realized he was not going to see naked
agent booty today after all. He responded in true, Yugokumach
fashion. He swore revenge. 

Epilogue part 2 

Kiko was sitting in a glass cage, butt-naked and very, very sore.
It turns out that the FBI did have sexual deviant agents after
all. The nervous guard at the door told her that three of the
agents still can't open their eyes. 

The Ninja didn't care. She was using some of the paper she gave
her to write a letter. 

"Dear Agent Stanton," she wrote. She tore up the letter and
tossed it at the guard. He screamed. 

"Damn it!" Kiko swore. "That sounds like something a teenager
would write. What the fuck do you write to the agent you can't
stop thinking about?" 

Epilogue part 3 

Maytag was hunched over a television in the corner of the office
when his partner walked in with her coffee. 

"Does your college friend still work over at the Food and Drug
Administration?" Stanton asked. 

"Who, Chris?" Maytag asked. He was rather fixed on the
television. "Sure, what do you need?" 

"Well, I was wondering if I could find out if the FDA knows of
any company making a certain polymer." 

"Hmm," Maytag said. He wasn't really paying attention. 

"I'm going to get a whole new set of clothes made of edible
spandex," she said. Maytag responded with another "hmm". Stanton
wondered just what the hell was on that TV screen to distract her
partner that much. 

She took a step closer and looked over his shoulder. He had a
joystick in hand, and on the screen, a blue dot moved on a white
surface bordered in the same bright blue color. Maytag held a
joystick in his hand. 

"What are you doing, Maytag?" 

"Adventure," he said simply. "I had an urge to get my hands on
this old Atari. What was that about new clothes?" 

"Never mind." Stanton answered. "Enjoy your game." 

END

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