Writer's note: Alison Hart Burnett supplied most of Lady Jaye's dialogue for this chapter and Skarlett668 edited LJ's dialogue to give her the French accent. Thanks to both lovely ladies for their help.
Sometime the next morning, Shockwave stood on one of the beaches of the French Riviera. Looking out at the sea, he wondered how he'd managed to get such a great assignment here. Then he reminded himself to enjoy it because Flint was going to kill him when he got back. Jaye sauntered up to him wearing an almost see through blue top and a blue thong bikini bottom. He heard he approach, but didn't turn to face her. Instead, he raised his camera and knelt, focusing on how the light played off the water." We are ready, mon amour, oui?" Jaye asked seductively.
"If you are, my dear."
"I was, as they say, born ready mon cher."
He turned to face her, managing to keep his jaw shut and his eyes from popping out of socket.
"Es there something wrong cherie?" She playfully ran a finger down his cheek.
"Not at all my dear." he replied, checking the reflectors they had set up near the surf.
"Where should I pose, mon cher?"
"Anywhere you want, babe." he smiled, checking the light meter in his hand.
Jaye stood right where the sun shined just right to make her top totally see through. He kept his jaw in place and knelt as he started to snap some pictures.
"That's good."
Jaye really played the model role to the hilt.
"Wonderful, babe, wonderful." Shockwave said as he moved around her snapping photographs.
"Es et time for me to change now?"
"If you wish to, love."
Jaye ran and changed into an emerald green string bikini that barely covered anything. Looking up from where he was changing film, Shockwave dropped the roll.
"Dammit." he muttered, picking it up and tossing it back in the bad. Jaye smirked at him as he removed a new roll.
"Ready when you are, love." Shockwave spoke, keeping the sarcasm out of his voice.
"Oui, cherie." Jaye got down on her knees and began to play in the sand.
He knelt and started taking pictures again. She got on all fours and began to build a sand castle. Shockwave moved around her, capturing her full glory from every angle. Jaye then stood and ran to the water. Following behind, Shockwave kept the camera snapping, catching her in full motion as she splashed into the surf.
"Wonderful, babe." he praised, snapping away.
Jaye splashed water. The light glinted off the spray as Shockwave quickly moved to avoid her splash. Just then her top came loose and fell off. Nearly losing his composure, Shockwave froze in place. Jaye was shocked but she knew that she should use this as part of her cover and walked out of the water.
"Cherie can you hand me a towel, sil vous plait?"
He grabbed her one and handed it to her.
:"Merci beaucoup." She started to dry herself off. "What now?" She still hadn't
covered herself.
"How do you want to model, love?" he asked, barely maintaining eye contact with her.
"Whatever you suggest, mon petit."
"Hmmm... Play in the sand again." he stammered. Unable to control his eyes, they ran over her perfect body, up and down, focusing on her perfect, round...
"Snap out of it, asshole." He growled to himself. Flint was sooo going to murder him. Not murder, dismember.
"Alright." She took off her towel and walked back over to the sand, topless. He knelt in front of her and raised the camera, checking the light meter. When he looked up, he paused. The sun reflected off the oil on her skin, giving her an angelic glow. Her breasts swayed gently as she walked...
"Excuse me." A female voice asked behind Shockwave. Turning, he found himself looking at a young red haired woman wearing a scarlet bikini, a matching sarong tied around her waist.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Hart?"
"Yes. How may I help you?" Shockwave replied, glad to be able to keep his eyes off Jaye.
"I'm Catherine Grey, Mr. Hart."
"Charmed." Shockwave replied, kissing her outstretched hand.
"I'm the other model the Agency sent over for the shoot. May I just say how honored I am to be working with you and your wife?" Catherine spoke.
"Merci." Lady Jaye replied to the woman. Shockwave met Jaye's eyes and raised an eyebrow. Jaye gave a knowing nod, assuring Shockwave she knew about this.
"Do you want me to join your wife, Mr. Hart?" Catherine asked.
"If you would be so kind." Shockwave replied. The young woman nodded and walked over to Jaye, telling her how much of an honor it was to be working with her. Jaye said something to her that Shockwave could not hear. Nodding to her, Catherine removed her top and tossed it onto one of Shockwave's bags.
Shockwave nearly lost it again. While Catherine was not as endowed as Jaye, she was unquestionable beautiful and perhaps even more toned than Jaye was.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Catherine asked, a bit of concern in her voice.
"Not at all." Shockwave replied, gaining his composure. He raised the camera and directed the woman through several poses. It was beginning to become torturous for Shockwave as he photographed these two beautiful ladies, knowing that one was committed to a man who would crush his nuts into paste and tear out his spine should he find out about this, and that he had no idea who this other woman was.
Jaye caught on to how much this was distracting Shockwave and knew that if it went too far, the mission would be compromised.
"I think zis es enough, amoureux." Jaye smiled. Nodding, Shockwave lowered the camera. "Will you join us for dinner, Catherine?"
"I'd be honored to, Mrs. Hart." The young woman smiled.
After the ladies dressed and Shockwave packed up the equipment, the trio sat down at a beachside café. Once their orders had been taken, Shockwave leaned towards Jaye.
"What is going on?" he demanded from Jaye. "And who is she?"
Jaye smiled and kissed his cheek. "Maintaining our cover, Jason."
"And Catherine? You said you were from the Agency..." Shockwave started, the stopped. Looking left to right, then back at her, he mouth "CIA?".
She nodded. "I've been sent to work with you and your lovely wife, Mr. Hart. The Agency thought I'd be perfect to assist you."
Leaning back in his chair, Shockwave shook his head in thought. A waitress brought drinks for the trio: a banana daiquiri for Jaye, a strawberry one for Catherine, and lemonade for Shockwave.
"So you'll be working with us for the next few days, Catherine?" Shockwave asked.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Hart. I hope it doesn't interfere with anything." She replied. Shockwave looked to Jaye. She obviously knew about this and trusted Catherine, so he figured he should as well.
"Not at all, Catherine. I expect everything will work out fine."
Sometime the next morning, Shockwave stood on one of the beaches of the French Riviera. Looking out at the sea, he wondered how he'd managed to get such a great assignment here. Then he reminded himself to enjoy it because Flint was going to kill him when he got back. Jaye sauntered up to him wearing an almost see through blue top and a blue thong bikini bottom. He heard he approach, but didn't turn to face her. Instead, he raised his camera and knelt, focusing on how the light played off the water." We are ready, mon amour, oui?" Jaye asked seductively.
"If you are, my dear."
"I was, as they say, born ready mon cher."
He turned to face her, managing to keep his jaw shut and his eyes from popping out of socket.
"Es there something wrong cherie?" She playfully ran a finger down his cheek.
"Not at all my dear." he replied, checking the reflectors they had set up near the surf.
"Where should I pose, mon cher?"
"Anywhere you want, babe." he smiled, checking the light meter in his hand.
Jaye stood right where the sun shined just right to make her top totally see through. He kept his jaw in place and knelt as he started to snap some pictures.
"That's good."
Jaye really played the model role to the hilt.
"Wonderful, babe, wonderful." Shockwave said as he moved around her snapping photographs.
"Es et time for me to change now?"
"If you wish to, love."
Jaye ran and changed into an emerald green string bikini that barely covered anything. Looking up from where he was changing film, Shockwave dropped the roll.
"Dammit." he muttered, picking it up and tossing it back in the bad. Jaye smirked at him as he removed a new roll.
"Ready when you are, love." Shockwave spoke, keeping the sarcasm out of his voice.
"Oui, cherie." Jaye got down on her knees and began to play in the sand.
He knelt and started taking pictures again. She got on all fours and began to build a sand castle. Shockwave moved around her, capturing her full glory from every angle. Jaye then stood and ran to the water. Following behind, Shockwave kept the camera snapping, catching her in full motion as she splashed into the surf.
"Wonderful, babe." he praised, snapping away.
Jaye splashed water. The light glinted off the spray as Shockwave quickly moved to avoid her splash. Just then her top came loose and fell off. Nearly losing his composure, Shockwave froze in place. Jaye was shocked but she knew that she should use this as part of her cover and walked out of the water.
"Cherie can you hand me a towel, sil vous plait?"
He grabbed her one and handed it to her.
:"Merci beaucoup." She started to dry herself off. "What now?" She still hadn't
covered herself.
"How do you want to model, love?" he asked, barely maintaining eye contact with her.
"Whatever you suggest, mon petit."
"Hmmm... Play in the sand again." he stammered. Unable to control his eyes, they ran over her perfect body, up and down, focusing on her perfect, round...
"Snap out of it, asshole." He growled to himself. Flint was sooo going to murder him. Not murder, dismember.
"Alright." She took off her towel and walked back over to the sand, topless. He knelt in front of her and raised the camera, checking the light meter. When he looked up, he paused. The sun reflected off the oil on her skin, giving her an angelic glow. Her breasts swayed gently as she walked...
"Excuse me." A female voice asked behind Shockwave. Turning, he found himself looking at a young red haired woman wearing a scarlet bikini, a matching sarong tied around her waist.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Hart?"
"Yes. How may I help you?" Shockwave replied, glad to be able to keep his eyes off Jaye.
"I'm Catherine Grey, Mr. Hart."
"Charmed." Shockwave replied, kissing her outstretched hand.
"I'm the other model the Agency sent over for the shoot. May I just say how honored I am to be working with you and your wife?" Catherine spoke.
"Merci." Lady Jaye replied to the woman. Shockwave met Jaye's eyes and raised an eyebrow. Jaye gave a knowing nod, assuring Shockwave she knew about this.
"Do you want me to join your wife, Mr. Hart?" Catherine asked.
"If you would be so kind." Shockwave replied. The young woman nodded and walked over to Jaye, telling her how much of an honor it was to be working with her. Jaye said something to her that Shockwave could not hear. Nodding to her, Catherine removed her top and tossed it onto one of Shockwave's bags.
Shockwave nearly lost it again. While Catherine was not as endowed as Jaye, she was unquestionable beautiful and perhaps even more toned than Jaye was.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Catherine asked, a bit of concern in her voice.
"Not at all." Shockwave replied, gaining his composure. He raised the camera and directed the woman through several poses. It was beginning to become torturous for Shockwave as he photographed these two beautiful ladies, knowing that one was committed to a man who would crush his nuts into paste and tear out his spine should he find out about this, and that he had no idea who this other woman was.
Jaye caught on to how much this was distracting Shockwave and knew that if it went too far, the mission would be compromised.
"I think zis es enough, amoureux." Jaye smiled. Nodding, Shockwave lowered the camera. "Will you join us for dinner, Catherine?"
"I'd be honored to, Mrs. Hart." The young woman smiled.
After the ladies dressed and Shockwave packed up the equipment, the trio sat down at a beachside café. Once their orders had been taken, Shockwave leaned towards Jaye.
"What is going on?" he demanded from Jaye. "And who is she?"
Jaye smiled and kissed his cheek. "Maintaining our cover, Jason."
"And Catherine? You said you were from the Agency..." Shockwave started, the stopped. Looking left to right, then back at her, he mouth "CIA?".
She nodded. "I've been sent to work with you and your lovely wife, Mr. Hart. The Agency thought I'd be perfect to assist you."
Leaning back in his chair, Shockwave shook his head in thought. A waitress brought drinks for the trio: a banana daiquiri for Jaye, a strawberry one for Catherine, and lemonade for Shockwave.
"So you'll be working with us for the next few days, Catherine?" Shockwave asked.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Hart. I hope it doesn't interfere with anything." She replied. Shockwave looked to Jaye. She obviously knew about this and trusted Catherine, so he figured he should as well.
"Not at all, Catherine. I expect everything will work out fine."
