Agents and Operatives

by KnighteWolfe

A preview of what is to come. Chapter 4 isn't finished yet but its still being worked on.

3. Chapter 3

Totally Spies

Agents and Operatives

Chapter Three

It had been a hard three weeks for Dominic, Sean, and Justin. Seductresses' 'special' brand of training on the island had come at the absolute wrong time. Teresa had been extremely demanding as the hickeys on the boys' necks attested to, much to the ire of Alex and her friends. To cover up the damning evidence, D.C. and his partners had taken to wearing turtleneck sweaters or shirts to hide the marks. They got away with it for three days the first week until Alex and Dominic had been caught by campus security doing a little bit more in the library than just studying for a test. The couple had been in the midst of some heavy making out in the back of the library after a class and Dominic had inadvertently tugged on the neck of his shirt to allow some of his body heat to dissipate. It had taken all of three seconds for Alex to spot a hickey, realize it wasn't one of the many she'd already put there, and raise most holy hell. Her swearing and hasty fastening of her blouse (that had 'somehow' magically come undone) disrupted the other studying students. Security responded to the call and shortly afterwards Alex and Dominic were standing in front of the health counselor explaining their actions (or lack of actions thereof).

The chill between the two lasted for five days, much to the amazement of the rest of the student body.

The second week of their training, their wily instructor had slipped some of her intimate apparel into Justin's duffle bag because he failed one of her 'exams'. Sam had found the article in his bag one afternoon the six of them were eating lunch at school. Now being slicker than Clover and Alex combined, Sam asked J.T. to stop by the office of the school newspaper (where she was the student editor) later. Of course J.T. readily agreed and appeared at the right time. Unfortunately as they were trying to resolve their differences about the unknown pair of panties, campus security arrived after receiving a report from students walking past and caught the student editor of the school newspaper (and perpetual honoree on the principals honor roll)) and her athlete boyfriend in their skivvies in the school newspaper editors' office. Said student editor had said boyfriend in an increasingly passionate liplock. However, the male half of the couple had his hands restrained with what security deemed were a pair of the editor's unmentionables. That incident had led to a threatened suspension if they were ever caught again in such a compromising position.

Justin and Sam didn't speak for the remainder of that week, much to the amusement of Alex and Dominic.

The third and final week of training led to what the faculty had privately started referring to as the 'three weeks of frustrated hormones'. On Monday, everybody's favorite blonde cheerleader and her quarterback boyfriend got in trouble for ditching class. That wouldn't have caused much of a ripple if the two perpetrators hadn't been found getting ready to use office furniture to a highly immoral (and illegal) use. A lecture and the two were let off with a warning. Two days later, the perps were caught again. This time, they'd been trailed by campus security after class and ended up apprehended as they scrambled to slip out of their clothes in the band's instrument closet during an open period. Again allowed to get away with just a slap on the wrist, the pair seemed honestly willing to change their ways (or at least wait till they got home to quench their ardor). Unfortunately, the next day ruined that image. At the early morning break, a courier was seen delivering a single rose and a card to one Sean Matthew Lyons. Recognizing the handwriting, Mr. Lyons conversed with his two roommates, Mr. Justin Timothy Bolan and Mr. Dominic Calvin James, about what to do with the items. Before anything could be decided, Mr. Lyons girlfriend and the head cheerleader arrived with her two friends and after kissing Mr. Lyons in greeting, managed to snatch the card from his hand. One quick look was all it took. The cheerleader in question grabbed her boyfriend by the hand and roughly dragged him to a convenient closet in a bid to try and straighten him out. Unfortunately, the closet in question didn't have a lock on the inside and campus security was able to open the door without much effort. Inside the closet, security found the couple in a severe state of undress and dragged the couple to the office to face the principal. Frustrated by the lack of tack in his students, the principal talked to the football and cheerleading coaches and advisors. Mr. Lyons was benched for the next two football games while Clover was suspended from practicing with the cheerleading squad for the same two weeks. Much cursing by all three parties was evident as the penalties were given.

Curiously, according to the rest of the student body, Clover's main rival did not try to capitalize on the free popularity. For some odd reason Mandy kept a low profile during the entire three weeks.

D.C. James cursed to himself as his mind continued to focus on the events of the previous three weeks instead of on the math test he was supposed to be finishing within the next few minutes before his Algebra II class ended. Since Dominic hated math with a zealous passion, this test was fairly hard for him. It didn't help that each time he got ready to scratch at his neck; he could feel the heat from his girlfriend's glare who sat directly behind him and one row over.

"Dammit Seductress, did you have to leave me marked up that badly?! Or were you just asserting your dominance after seeing Alex and I at the restaurant that night. Jeez, you were insatiable and your exams were harder than we'd ever faced before. Yeah I know we're going after the man who executed your boyfriend in front of you and put out your left eye, but shit woman, why'd you have to be so dammed aggressive in your tactics this time?", Dominic fumed mentally as he struggled to finish the his test.

Behind her boyfriend, Alex (who was much better in math than Dominic) scowled as she observed another of his aborted attempts to scratch his neck. She'd already finished and turned in her exam and was now trying to get some reading in with the help of the new romance novel she'd bought at the bookstore the other day. Over on the far side of the classroom, the dark haired teen could see Clover and Sam quietly gazing out the window as they waited for their classmates to finish their exams. Alex and her friends had raided the bookstore in preparation for their trip to WOOHP's private island for special training. They didn't know much about their training nor did they know what kind of training they were about to receive. All they knew was that Jerry's orders, relayed through Natasha of the DILJO Division were that they were to be at a designated location by a certain time this afternoon to catch a flight that would take them to their destination. The three girls had discussed it the night before and had come to the conclusion that they weren't going to tell their boyfriends about their trip since midterm exams were rapidly approaching and with all their recent problems, the boys wouldn't have enough time to study.

Since the trio's recent troubles had been due to some amorous misunderstandings, Alex and her friends had come to a consensus on how extra-special they were going to treat their guys before they left. Alex blushed at the memories of the conversation as Clover and Sam had gotten a bit too specific in their intentions before they'd finished the conversation and headed off to their respective bedrooms.

"Clover, why'd ya have to bring that topic up like that? I know that you and Sam aren't as innocent as I am but fer cryin' out loud, couldn't you have at least waited till after I'd already gone to bed and left you and Sam to talk?", thought Alex as she tried to focus her attention back to her book.

The book wasn't helping her dispel her worries with its lurid (and very thorough) descriptions of sexual acts between the main characters. Huffing in exasperation, Alex emphatically closed her book and consigned herself to either gazing out the window or watching D.C. suffer through his test. She knew he had problems with math and last night before the late night female convocation, Alex had tutored him in the kitchen of the villa while their four friends studied other subjects. Splitting her attention between the two, Alex waited for the bell to ring.

Just seconds before the bell rang ending class, Dominic wearily finished his test and got up to turn it end. He realized that the rest of the class had already finished their tests and were marking time waiting for the bell to wring. Approaching the math teacher, Dominic felt a groan start to form in his throat. His math teacher was looking at him over the edge of her classes with an expression that bordered on amusement and sternness. D.C. placed his test face down on the teacher's desk and prepared to return to his desk when the teacher spoke.

"Mr. James, of course you realize that I expect better from you, right? Even with the so-called 'events' of the last few weeks, you did have more than enough time to prepare for this exam. So why are you the last student in my class to turn in your test? You've never been the last one to do so before. Usually, you turn your exams in with the majority of the class midway or so through the period. What happened this time?", asked the teacher in a voice that asked for clarification on the topic while leaving the subject private if her student wanted it dropped.

"I don't know ma'am. I guess that my mind wasn't completely on my work this time.", replied D.C. as he made his way towards his desk with a shrug of his shoulders.

"That's the understatement of the millennium.", ran the identical thought in both D.C.'s and the teacher's mind.

The teacher was about to continue the discussion when the bell rang and the rest of the class streamed out into the hallways for the mid-morning break. She gathered the tests up and made sure they were all there as she observed Dominic and Alex leave her classroom hand in hand. Like the majority of the teachers at Beverly High School, she agreed that the tall imposing J.R.O.T.C. cadet and the school's star female soccer player made a great couple. His semi-aloofness that fell whenever he was around Alex combined with the cracking of the semi-protective shell Alex sometimes exuded when he wasn't nearby.

"To me it seems that sometimes they can feel each other's mental states without being in close proximity to each other. ", the teacher quietly confided to her now empty classroom.

Outside the classroom, Dominic and Alex headed for their lockers knowing that the rest of the gang was already going to be there. Relaxing more the distance he put between his test and himself, Dominic found himself concentrating on Alex's every word and gesture. Every so often the sunlight glinted off the necklace around her necklace as it hung between the soft valleys he'd so wanted to bury is face in the night he'd given her the gift. He knew that it would be the wrong thing to do with all the trouble they'd been getting in lately as well as the fact that he was presently wearing his J.R.O.T.C. uniform. His cadets would get the wrong impression of their stern company commander.

In contrast to the white shirt and black pants of Dominic's uniform, Alex wore a vibrant red t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned near transparent blue blouse over form fitting grey jeans and matching tennis shoes. Alex also wore a headband that matched her blouse and had on minimal cosmetics sans lipstick. Last time on uniform day, the couple had found out that her pink lipstick and his white uniform shirt were a really bad mix before his R.O.T.C. class. Presently, Alex was maintaining a light grasp of his hand and wishing he wasn't in uniform so he could take her under his arms the way she preferred when they walked together. Alex knew that if they did that now, his uniform would get wrinkled and he wouldn't be able to pull off his trademark stern inspector persona with his cadets as he inspected them if his uniform was mussed.

They arrived at the lockers seconds behind Justin and Sam. Like Dominic, Justin was attired in his J.R.O.T.C. uniform. Unlike his friend, Justin had already had his class and his inspections were over so Sam didn't worry too much if she mussed his shirt up just a bit. Sam was wearing another of her tennis skirts (this one white) with a yellow tank top and low heeled casual shoes. Like Alex, Sam had her necklace hanging from her neck to rest just above her breasts. Also like her jeans clad friend, Sam wore minimal make up and no lipstick. Unlike Alex and Dominic, Sam and Justin had been lucky enough to not get any of Sam's favorite light red lipstick on Justin's white uniform shirt. Greetings were passed around between the friends as they opened lockers and put books away to be replaced by other books for their next classes. With football season rapidly approaching its terminus, D.C. asked Justin if he'd started prepping for basketball tryouts.

"Yeah, for the past couple of weeks when I wasn't in the doghouse, I've been working on my stamina and doing long slow distance runs in my spare time. How about you since soccer season starts around the same time.", answered J.T.

"A little bit of this, little bit of that. Been doing a lot of wind sprints to build up my speed, and been playing in a few pick up games to hone my skills. Man some of those guys I play against are college level caliber and above. I'm just barely holding my own against them and several have complimented me on my endurance.", answered D.C. as he placed his algebra book in the locker and pulled out his French textbook.

Alex and Sam were having their own conversation a few lockers away as they idled their time and waited for their missing friend to appear. It didn't take long and their blonde friend came strolling down the hallway. Curiously, Clover wasn't attached at the hip (or the lip) with Sean and that peaked their interest. Alex asked the question as Clover opened her locker.

"Sean, oh he's meeting with the football coach about his not playing this weeks' game against his old high school. He'll be here shortly.", answered Clover as she placed her Algebra book in her locker.

At the end of algebra class, Clover, like Sam, had immediately left to go in search of her boyfriend. Sam went to the J.R.O.T.C. building because Justin would be finishing his class while Clover headed for the Computer Lab where Sean's English class was working on their midterm research papers. Sean had been in a good mood, the boys and girls of his platoon had aced their inspection by their company commander and he was flying high.

"Why doesn't he want to play in that game?", asked Sam.

"I guess that he feels that he let his old team down with his transfer up here and playing on our team. Sean feels that there may be some bad blood between his old teammates and his new ones. He doesn't want to be the cause of a team fight. We talked about it earlier and he told me that Justin and Dominic feel the same as he does about their respective sports. I don't know what they're going to do during baseball season though.", finished Clover as she closed her locker.

Around the corner from the girls, Sean had finally made it to his locker and was conversing with his friends. He was teasing Dominic about how well his platoon had scored for their inspection.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep it up smartass, ya know that my company is the best there is. We haven't failed an inspection yet and you know how hard an inspector I am!", commented D.C. dryly but with a smile on his face.

The three guys laughed uproariously as they closed their lockers and headed around the corner to meet the girls. As they came around the corner; Dominic and his friends wondered how they could fall in love with the three girls, no, three women standing in front of their respective lockers.

Short, feisty, and mercurial Clover with totally laid back and cool Sean; willowy, buxom, and intelligent Sam with level headed and energetic Justin; and athletic and slender Alex with the tall and intense Dominic. These stormy and unorganized thoughts crossed the guys' otherwise orderly minds no less than six times a day.

As the three couples reunited with hugs and kisses galore (much to the amusement of the student body who happened to pass around the six people) Alex gazed semi-jealously at how Clover and Sam were able to embrace their boyfriends while she could only hold hands with hers. She knew that Dominic wanted to lead his cadets by his example but there were times when his perfection was a pain in her ass.

"Ohh for the love of….this is so dammed unbearable! I just wanna be able to have him hold me close today. After school I won't see D.C. until tomorrow morning. I know Clover and Sam feel the same way but at least they can cuddle with their men. I can't cuddle with mine for three more class periods just because he doesn't want to wrinkle his dammed uniform!", fumed Alex as she held hands with D.C..

Dominic felt the tension in Alex as it traveled throughout her body and wondered what he'd done now. Seeing where her gaze was focused, he sighed at the possibility of another strong-willed battle on this subject. Dominic considered his uniform to be sacrosanct until after his .R.O.T.C. class and preferred to not have it wrinkled until he got through his inspection. He knew that it rankled Alex to no end but he wasn't about to compromise on that one subject. Dominic remembered how many cadets he'd written up just for having a couple of usage wrinkles on their uniform shirts and shook his head. He knew he had garnered a reputation as a harsh (but fair) inspector when it came to uniform day.

Today, however, some small voice at the back of his mind was telling him to just say 'screw-it' and go with the flow of his emotions. Dominic tried to fight it but the more he fought the impulse the stronger it grew. In the end, he couldn't overcome his body's want (or is that need) for Alex's closeness at this particular moment. Before D.C. knew it, he'd swung Alex around to face him and easily picked her up by her hips. Dominic exulted in the small chirrup of surprise Alex issued before he silenced her cries with a kiss that took away her protests.

Alex didn't know what was presently going on; one moment she was fuming about how she couldn't cuddle with Dominic just before his class like Sam and Clover were doing with their boyfriends (who were also J.R.O.T.C. cadet officers like Dominic), the next she was being spun around and hoisted a foot into the air by D.C. and found herself getting an up close and personal glance at the highly shined three gold bars of his N.J.R.O.T.C. rank on his collars. Alex started to protest but found her protests smothered by his lips as they met hers.

She'd forgotten to close her mouth when D.C. silenced her protests and left her mouth open to an invasion of his tongue as it relentlessly sought hers out in a dance that was ancient long before they'd been born. Letting herself get lost in the melding, Alex savored the taste of his lips as he tasted hers. Unconsciously, her legs had started to wrap around his when a small (and familiar sounding) cough echoed discreetly through the hallway.

"Would you two mind getting a room or do you not care that everyone can see what you're about to do. I thought that with all the trouble the six of you have gotten into over the past three weeks, especially you Alex, you'd have cooled your wanton desires down for now.", came the familiar voice followed by its equally familiar (and unnerving) laugh.

Alex gasped as her eyes shot open and she pulled back from Dominic. Forgetting that she was about a foot in the air, her jerk almost caused D.C. to drop her but his last minute position shift saved them all from an even more embarrassing scene. Alex had D.C. set her down before she turned to face Mandy. It was lucky (for Sam that is) that Dominic had very quick reflexes, Alex saw that if her boyfriend had dropped her, she would have collided with Sam and knocked her down. Now since she was wearing jeans, Alex didn't worry about falling. However, Sam was wearing one of her pleated tennis skirts and being inadvertently knocked on her rear by Alex would have been an eye opener for everyone in the hallway.

Mandy had snuck up on the group with her two minions and was now leaning against the bank of lockers. The ever fashionable black haired teenage popularity queen had on a green leather mini-skirt and a pink button-up blouse with sheer sleeves. As was her wont, Mandy had the top two buttons undone to give her many male admirers a tantalizing glimpse of the creamy tops of her 28B cup breasts (Clover, as a fellow cheerleader, had once snuck a look at one of Mandy's bras' while the cheerleaders were showering and changing clothes after a summer practice last year and had told all to Sam and Alex once she'd made it home that night). Standing behind Alex and using his height as the tallest of the nine people in close proximity, D.C. looked over everyone's head and saw Thomas Kurtzmann descending the stairs a few feet away and called out.

"Yo, Tommy can ya c'mere for a moment? I have some questions about our French homework I think you can help me with."

"Yeah sure, Whatcha need help with.", answered Tommy as he strolled up.

With interested gazes, Clover and Alex watched as the star of the baseball team passed the campus queen with nary a backward glance. The two girls could see no reaction from Mandy either, much to their dismay. For the guys it was different. Since they were trained to be assassins and to be a bit more observant than the girls, Sean, Dominic, and Justin noticed that slight sideward glances Mandy and Tommy had cast each other as he passed by and stood next to D.C. Sam didn't catch the interplay and hadn't been told anyway so her expression of confusion helped the overall situation.

The bell signaling the end of the mid-morning break rang and students dashed off towards their classes. Mandy grumped as she was again ignored and stormed off towards her economics class with the heels of her green shoes beating an angry tattoo on the tile floor. Sean and Clover moved off towards their respective Science and English classes, Sam headed towards the office of the school newspaper (she had a free period and found that studying in the editors' office was conducive to learning, among other things), while Justin strode towards his P.E. class. That left Dominic, Tommy, and Alex in the hallway. And with Tommy and D.C. having the same French class Alex felt a bit left out.

Alex had a health class to attend that she really wanted to ditch. Since she and D.C. had gotten caught in the library preparing to study human anatomy, the health teacher (who was also the counselor her and her boyfriend had come in front of) always managed to belittle Alex in some way about the incident and frankly, it was starting to get on her nerves and piss her off. Hearing her name, Alex brought herself back to the present. Seeing that it was just her and D.C. standing in the hallway outside of his class, she grumbled. Now she had about two minutes to cross campus and make it to class on time before her teacher marked her as absent. Alex didn't want to imagine the comments the uptight bitch would make when Alex entered the classroom late.

"Alex, you're gonna be late for class if you don't hurry.", commented D.C. as he stopped just outside the door of his class.

"Yeah, I know but I really don't want to go to that health class today. All the teacher is going to do is come up with new and exciting ways to denigrate me as she goes about her lesson. Jeez I hate that class, I wish I could transfer to another class altogether.", grumbled Alex.

D.C. knew the reason why she was miffed and didn't blame Alex for her loathing of that particular class. Alex's health class instructor was his school counselor. Sighing in concert with Alex, he gave her hand the familiar knuckle rub that had become something of their private confirmation of their love for each other. Before she could return it, Tommy handed Alex a signed hall pass. He'd entered the classroom before Dominic and stood in front of them long enough to semi-conceal them from the rest of the class. They'd gone through enough for their relationship and he didn't want anyone else bringing them more drama.

"Alex, take this pass and go join Sam in the newspaper room. She'll cover for you if anyone asks questions.", commented Tommy out of the side of his mouth.

"Tommy, how did you get this pass? You know how hard these are to get.", gasped Alex as she tentatively accepted the slip of paper.

"I have a…..friend who gets them from the office.", stammered Tommy, unwilling to spill more than that.

Guessing who his friend was and knowing it wouldn't be wise to bring it up now. Alex gave Tommy a hug and kissed D.C. on the cheek before dashing off towards her new destination. Admiring her form and lithe figure as she ran, Dominic asked his classmate a question.

"Tommy, does your friend like taking walks at a certain park by the ocean?"

The pitcher froze and started to deny the allegation when D.C. slapped him on the back and pushed him inside the classroom.

"Tommy, I think you, me, and my two partners need to have a nice chat somewhere. How does this evening at Hooters sound? Unless your...friend doesn't approve."

"Uhh, umm. My friend most definitely wouldn't approve but I think it might be doable.", answered Tommy nervously as he dropped into his assigned seat.

"Good, we'll meet you there after Sean finishes practice."

Dominic watched as his fellow pitcher gulped air nervously and agreed to the meet. Putting that out of his mind, D.C. concentrated on class as his French professor began his lecture.

Over on the WOOHP's private training island, Countess Teresa de Aquitaine was in the midst of a vid-conference with her nominal superior, Natasha Simonov of WOOHP's 'Dirty Little Jobs' Division.

And she was pissed.

"Dammit Natasha, you sent me the files on Ice Dancer without their mandatory attached photos! I need those pictures in order to effectively come up with a training regimen for them. DO you fucking understand how bloody hard it'll be for me to do that without the pictures? Shit, you're giving me an impossible job. You want me to train Ice Dancer AND teach them every gawddammed thing I know about the Tortoise. Fuck!", cursed Teresa as she threw herself into her chair.

Natasha wasn't moved by Seductress' outburst. After years of dealing with Seductress since she came out of the field due to injuries sustained in the fight with Tortoise and his organization, Simonov was immune to it. Calmly sipping from a cup of coffee, she let the assassin trainer vent her rage. Simonov knew that no matter how much she ranted and raved about this little setback, Teresa would ultimately train the girls' right. She'd already done a real great job with Foxfire during their remedial training and gotten them up to speed on their targets personality.

Natasha placed her coffee mug on her desk as the tank top, combat booted, and fatigue pants attired trainer jumped out of her chair and stalked her office like a wild animal. The weight of her shoulder-holstered 10mm Desert Eagle pistol wasn't phasing the woman one bit. When Teresa returned to her seat, Natasha saw Teresa's rage had caused her empty left eye socket to leak a few red-tinged drops.

"Tess, calm down, your eye sockets' starting to leak.", cautioned Natasha.

On her screen Natasha watched as Teresa swore then reached up and touched the place where her left eye had been and cursed a bit more before rummaging around in her desk for a handkerchief to dab away the droplets of blood that slid down her face. Holding the square of cloth up to her permanently sealed eye socket, Teresa turned back to the screen and sat down.

"Tasha, if you're going to do this to me, I need to call in the rest of Belladonna to help me with this insurmountable task you've assigned me. That is the only way I'll get Anemone, Antigone, and Aphrodite trained up to the demanding standards going after the Tortoise will require. You know how hard that's going to be.", stated a calmer Teresa.

"I'll see what I can do to get you the contact numbers for Siren and Temptress. It's going to be hard. One last thing, I've authorized designation status: Freelancer for this mission.", replied Natasha.

Countess Teresa de Aquitaine slowly leaned back in her chair in shock at the words spoken by her boss. Authorizing that particular status meant that her boss had just invoked a very rarely used condition specific to the assassination arm of WOOHP, it allowed the organization to legally raid the files of their sister agency Global Justice.

"Are you sure that Foxfire and Ice Dancer can perform under that condition?", asked Teresa as she slowly ran a shaking hand over her face.

"Foxfire already knows about the status change. They'll be ready to do whatever is necessary to end this threat once and for all.", Natasha shot back.

"Foxfire is a bunch of teenagers, Natasha! With their whole lives ahead of them, authorizing 'Freelancer' status will ruin it. Shit in the entire time I've been with WOOHP, only one team successfully completed a 'Freelancer' status mission. And that was Snowcat. We all know what happened to them afterwards. Some of us more than most.", choked out Teresa.

Natasha looked pointedly at Teresa with an expressionless stare.

"You have your orders Agent Seductress. Now carry them out!", snapped Natasha before coldly cutting the connection.

"Heartless Bitch!", grumbled Teresa at her superior's last words.

Teresa gave the monitor a pained expression as it went dark. In her heart she knew that what her boss had authorized was wrong. And sending a spy team on an assassination mission was a lethal accident waiting to happen. The only good thing that could come about this assignment was the fact that the guys of Foxfire were veteran assassins, had gone through numerous firefights, and kept the body count of innocents non-existent. Now with them being joined by Ice Dancer, it looked as if this mission may turn into a suicide run.

Wearily getting up from her seat, Teresa acknowledged the report from her secretary that the Catalina carrying the new crop of trainees was inbound. The majority were headed for the R and R facility on the north side of the island where WOOHP ran a profitable mini-resort. On the books, the resort was owned by Teresa under her Countess de Aquitaine persona. It was operated by a joint G.J./WOOHP team of retired agents who knew how to handle such things. Teresa knew that her two former teammates, Isis Tabitha Arsenault and Carmine Jeanette de Gyrfalcon (neither of whom were titled like herself) had recovered from their injuries: both mental and psychological, to rebound and live almost normal lives. According to an invitation sitting on her desk, Isis was even about to get married to a man who loved her regardless of her disability.

For a moment, Teresa thought about the injuries each had sustained in their battle with Tortoise. Teresa herself had lost an eye and had received shrapnel scratches that marked up her once pretty face. Isis had had her left leg amputated below the knee when one of Tortoises' bodyguards had sawed it away with a steady stream of 7.62 caliber bullets as she tried to drag Teresa away from the spot where her lover, Snowcat leader, had been brutally executed right in front of her eyes. Carmine had the worst injuries of the three, not because they were visible but because they were also psychological. Carmine, in addition to losing her right hand, had been raped by Tortoise and his elite bodyguards when she'd gotten separated from her teammates. Teresa and Isis had ruthlessly and emotionlessly killed a few of Carmine's attackers while their boss and his remaining guards vanished.

Closing out the pain from that past, Teresa walked over to her office window and watched as a gaily painted amphibian aircraft landed in the cove near the resort and taxied up the seaplane ramp to disgorge its load of passengers for the resort. Crossing her arms, the WOOHP assassination agent known as the Seductress wondered what her boss was thinking at that exact moment.

For her part, Natasha Michelle Simonov was thinking about how the woman she'd just finished talking to looked as her and her teammates were recovered along with the bodies of the Snowcat team. The young twenty-three year old beauty in shock over the loss of her beloved and complaining that she couldn't see out of her left eye, not knowing that her eye had been removed (the jade green orb had been recovered but WOOHP trauma doctors had said that it would be useless to try and reconnect it to its optic nerve). Natasha also thought about the dark skinned recently turned twenty-three year old beauty nicknamed Siren, loosing her leg while saving Seductress. Like Teresa, Natasha also had an engraved invitation to Isis' wedding.

Remembering about Isis also made Natasha remember the twenty-four year old vibrant and carefree Temptress; deadly with a knife and quick to start a fight with anyone who insulted her or her friends. As the supervisor of the recovery team, it was Natasha who'd discovered Carmine lying next to her seriously wounded friends and cradling the stump where her right hand used to be. Sweet, sweet Carmine whose torture was so bad that she lashed out at the men of the recovery team with her Fairborn-Sykes commando dagger as they moved in to help. Temptress had taken one look at her rescuers and refused to go with them. It had taken a special team of female recovery agents to calm her down enough for rescue. It was only hours later when Siren and Seductress had regained consciousness and heard about their teammates' reaction that Natasha learned the true horror that Temptress had been through. Those two had explained what had transpired but midway through the explanation, Natasha had immediately ordered only female medical personnel to assist Temptress in her recovery.

As the memories came back from that horrible night, Natasha cried into the darkness of her office. The pain still lingered and it was triply worse for her than it was for Belladonna. Natasha had been the one to find the trio and recruit them for WOOHP. Natasha had also been the one who sent them on the mission where things had first gone wrong. And it was Natasha who'd bore the brunt of the recovery and the months and years of rehabilitation for the trio that followed.

Closing her eyes, Natasha prayed that working alongside Foxfire, Ice Dancer wouldn't have to suffer the same fate.

As Teresa and Natasha remembered about the past, the girls of Ice Dancer were being transported to their training destination via one of the most gaudily painted Catalina seaplanes they had ever seen. Situated near the front of the plane and by the entryway the three teenagers were giddy with excitement tempered by the realization that they would be spending a week being only able to see their boyfriends at school. It hadn't boded well when Jerry told them that stipulation and they had pouted for several minutes upon hearing that and had ignored how Jerry had found out about their boyfriends in the first place.

"This sucks much balls!", cursed Clover, not realizing her verbal faux pass.

"Yeah I know, we're basically heading for a WOOHP run island mini-resort and we can't bring our boyfriends. All the memories Justin and I could make here.", agreed Sam as she gazed out her window at the crystal clear blue water underneath the aircraft as it taxied up to the private dock for special arrivals.

Alex just sighed in resignation. She agreed with her friends but their complaining was beginning to get on her nerves. A few hours earlier, the three girls had boarded the seaplane an hour after leaving school at the end of Clover's cheerleading practice. They had packed their bags the night before and placed the suitcases in the trunk of the car and gone to bed with thoughts of the special training they were headed for and wondered if it was a continuation of their training with Foxfire for this special mission they had been assigned. Natasha had told them the bare basics and informed them that a complete briefing awaited them on the island from their head instructor.

Resting her eyes and leaning back in her seat, Alex waited for the movement of the seaplane to stop as the pier side linesmen secured the aircraft to the cleats provided. The high school soccer star felt the motion of their conveyance change and figured that the water in the cove was getting rough and it was making her slightly nauseous. Strengthening her willpower so she wouldn't puke and give their instructor a bad impression of her right off the bat, Alex gritted her teeth and vowed not to screw up.

"Alex, come on! Everyone else has gotten off the plane. We're the last ones aboard and you're holding us up!", yelled Clover from the door.

Alex opened her eyes and saw that her friends had already retrieved their carry on bags and were now mounting the stairs to debark the classic aircraft through one of its former observation blisters. Undoing her seat restraint and standing up took a bit of doing since she had to adjust to the motion of the craft as it bobbed in the swells but Alex hurriedly got the hang of it and opened up the overhead baggage compartment and pulled out her carryon, a large duffle bag in Bev High colors and emblazoned with the school crest, and situated it on her shoulder. Making her way to the exit, Alex declined the help from the fairly attractive sunglasses wearing male flight attendant, ascended the short flight of steps, and timed the rise and fall of the seaplane as it floated next to the dock before stepping out of the plane as it descended past the level of the pier. Once outside and in the waning glow of the late afternoon sun, Alex glanced around their destination with her onyx eyes and took in her surroundings.

Standing next to the plane and attired in a brilliant white short set was another male whose dark tan was emphasized by his ice cream white uniform. Shaking her head, Alex wondered if Clover had already started her drooling. Alex couldn't blame her blonde friend if she was; the guy was attractive in a way. But deep down, Alex felt that she would be betraying Dominic if she even thought about getting closer to this bronzed island Adonis.

"Miss Anemone, your luggage will be brought to your suite of rooms. Please follow your companions where you will be met by your hostess Do you need any other assistance?", the linesman said in a surprisingly friendly baritone.

"Thank you very much, and no I don't think I'll need any other assistance this evening.", replied Alex as she made her way off the pier and onto the concrete jetty where Sam and Clover waited.

Once again together, the trio of spies followed the quaint pathway away from the amphibian aircraft port towards a small one story chateau like building. As the last of the passengers to arrive, the trio caught the end of a welcome speech from the attractive female guide standing in front of the building. Attired in the same uniform as the two men they had seen as they got off the seaplane, the voluptuous micro-skirted brunette had already caught the eyes of several men from the girls' flight. The trio snickered quietly as they watched the men try their luck at hitting on the woman whose smile seemed natural as she politely refused the requests for her companionship.

"Cheap, no style pick-up artists.", commented Sam with a snort as she turned away from the pitiful sight.

"Yeah, I agree. Those guys have no class whatsoever.", agreed Clover as the waning sunlight flashed as it caught the white gold necklace and it's citrine pendant hanging from the blonde teenagers neck and nestling in the valley provided by her 30B cup breasts.

Alex could only nod in agreement. Waiting for the group ahead of them to finish listening to the questions about the resort that the guide actually answered, the three spies gazed around and took in their surroundings. It only took a few second before Sam realized one thing about the resort employees. Taking a few seconds to verify her findings, the redhead turned to her friends and asked them if they'd noticed the same thing she had.

"Hey girls, have you noticed that all of the men and women who work here are extremely attractive? I mean, it's like the employees ooze their sexuality.", stated Sam.

"Come to think of it, your right, Sam. I've noticed the same thing. I also noticed that their not overtly flaunting their attractiveness but it's as if they don't even realize what kind of effect they are having on the guests.", added Clover.

Alex had noticed the same thing as well as something a bit more and was about to comment on it when the guide (now free from the gaggle of guests and their attention) called out to them.

"Miss Anemone. Miss Antigone, Miss Aphrodite, if you will please follow me. The three of you have been assigned special quarters here on the island. Your employer has specified that your lodgings be in the main house and not in the resort proper. I do hope you consider this to be a special reward. Your ride towards the main house will be here shortly. Do you have any questions?", asked the guide in her honeyed, dulcet tones.

Taking the lead as usual, Sam replied that their questions could wait until they arrived at their lodgings. Before she could wave her friends close so they could converse without the woman eavesdropping, Alex asked their guide a question.

"Pardon me miss, we know that our organization owns the entire island but we don't know who runs it for them.", questioned Alex.

Clover and Sam looked askance at their friend but Alex ignored it. Something in her gut was telling her that whoever managed the island was known to her. The guide didn't hesitate when she started to speak and responded to the question.

"Miss Anemone, even though our organization owns the island, it is legitimately ran as a subsidiary of de Aquitaine Properties. Of course you realize that de Aquitaine Properties is wholly owned by Countess Teresa de Aquitaine. The countess occasionally vacations here when she's not running her several businesses. I believe that Countess de Aquitaine is presently off island taking care of some other business but she's supposedly due in within the coming few days. Contrary to your beliefs, Countess de Aquitaine is not a member of WOOHP. In fact she's never heard of our organization.", answered the guide.

Alex narrowed her eyes as she remembered the name of the woman who'd nearly interrupted her date with Dominic three weeks ago. Sam and Clover saw the narrowing of Alex' eyes but Sam was the only one to notice that the eyes of the guide had gone glacially cold for a second before returning to their bright and bubbly expression. A few seconds after that, a sleek customized luxury golf cart pulled up and stopped next to the quartet and the guide ushered the trio into the vehicle before finishing up her welcome and turning in the direction of the building she'd came out of. Alex looked at their chauffer and noticed that with his white uniform in contrast to his dark skin and saw that he was another of the employees who looked as if he could be a model. Shifting her head and facing her friends, Alex started to continue the conversation they'd been having before the guide had showed up. A shaken head from Sam told Alex that her comments could wait till they were alone. Nodding once in acknowledgement, Alex leaned back in her seat and watched the beautiful landscape as they were driven past at a slow respectable speed. Soon Alex lost herself in the spectacular view and started to relax.

About ten minutes later the golf cart started to slow down and the girls shook themselves out of the light dozes they'd been lulled into by the steady motion of the cart, the fabulous scenery, and the wonderful scents of the many varieties of plants alongside the pathway. The three spies glanced around to check their surroundings but their looks were cut short when they got their first view of the main house.

"House does not do that thing justice.", spoke Sam in awe.

"You said it girl! If that's a house then our villa is a shack.", added Alex.

Clover could only nod in agreement. The main house was a big four story castle-like mansion that, to their eyes, dwarfed their three story villa. Clover could see that it even dwarfed Mandy's family mansion by a long shot. In front of the building was a driveway that would engulf the girl's entire property and still have room left over to swallow a respectable piece of the lot their boyfriends lived on.

"Wow!", murmured Clover.

Their driver heard the excitement in their voices in grinned. It never ceased to amaze him that whenever he arrived at Seductress' quarters with new trainees, how they reacted upon first seeing the grand building. The only ones in his experience that hadn't been impressed were those guys from Foxfire. But then again, he knew that Foxfire had been trained by Snowcat and nothing had fazed the three members of Snowcat.

"I guess the attitude Snowcat had for the grandiose rubbed off on Foxfire.", he muttered to himself as he made the turn that would bring his vehicle up to the covered portico at the entryway.

As he slowed down to hit his stopping spot perfectly, the driver looked up to see who would be meeting the cart and his passengers. The person on the curb looked hazy at first then he recognized the large pistol in the shoulder holster and knew exactly who it was that was meeting the new team. That the Seductress herself had decided to meet the nuggets was nothing short of a major surprise and he nearly missed his spot. But years of bringing others here had engrained within him the exact parking space and in any weather and any condition he could hit his spot unerringly even with the shock of seeing the legendary trainer up close.

Alex, Clover, and Sam brought their attention back to their immediate surroundings as the golf cart came to a stop and they started to disembark. The voice of their driver halted their movements.

"Ladies, I don't know who you three are or what you three did, but you have the Seductress herself waiting for you. In all the years I've worked here, I have never seen the Seductress even deign to come out and meet those I bring. You ladies have just received a singular great honor. Only one other team has had the honor of Seductress meeting them when they arrive for training. And that was back when I was just starting my position here seven years ago.", said the driver in a voice that was full of awe and a hint of fear.

"And what team was that if I may ask?", questioned Sam.

The driver whipped around so fast it scared Sam for a second while he gazed at her with a wild look in his eyes.

"Lady, that team is the legendary Foxfire Team, the team trained and named by the even more legendary Snowcat Team. There are some in WOOHP who say that Foxfire is on par to eclipse the record set by the boss himself: J-dawg the founder of WOOHP.", came the whispered answer from the driver as he climbed out and went to the back of the cart to retrieve their carry on luggage.

Sam and Alex watched the man as he made his way to the back of the cart before climbing out of the vehicle. The two turned to help Clover out but saw a familiar look in their friends' eyes. Clover was salivating heavily. When they asked her about it, all the blonde could do was point in the direction of their welcoming committee. Sam and Alex rotated to face the woman waiting for them and stopped. The woman known as the Seductress had a pair of attendants with her. What caught their eyes weren't the attendants themselves but what the attendants were wearing.

Seductress' attendants were another pair of beefcakes. However they were attired in matching loincloths and nothing else. The eyes of the three spies bugged out as they made out the patterns of sweat dripping down the hairless chests of the two examples of perfect masculinity. Alex was the first to recover as an image of Dominic crossed her mind.

"Sam, Clover snap out of it girls, snap outta it. I know those guys are so smokin' hot it's unbelievable but we need to think about our boyfriends. Think about Justin and Sean. You don't want to betray them after all the trouble we've had getting those guys.", Alex pleaded.

Just like that, both the blonde and the red haired snapped out of their trance.

"Thanks Alex, we need that reminder. I can't believe that we zoned out but damn, can you blame us. Just look at those guys.", commented Clover as Sam nodded her own thanks.

On the stairs at the entrance of the building, Teresa looked approvingly at her new recruits. So far they hadn't given into the temptations she was putting in front of them to test them on their skills to avoid distractions. Although, if Anemone hadn't brought her team around, Teresa would've enjoyed meting out their punishment for failing their first exam and it would have been a fairly light one. The harder tests and tougher punishments were still to come. Alex looked up at the casually dressed woman standing on the stairs and felt a sense of déjà vu. She'd met this woman somewhere before but for the life of her couldn't remember when and where.

"Where have I seen this woman before? Was she wearing that patch over her left eye then or was she not wearing it? Damn I don't know!", thought Alex as Sam and Clover picked up their duffle bags.

Sam gazed at Seductress and felt an immense chill. Turning her back on the older woman, she waved her friends closerand cautioned them on their actions.

"I don't know what it is, but I get the feeling we're being tested. I mean, just look at all the temptation on this island: the loincloth-clad attendants to our instructor; the beautiful women and handsome men working here as employees. Hell, a scout for any modeling company could arrive here and within minutes have enough male and female models to do several fashion shows at once. What the hell is going on here? We're gonna have to be extra careful around here.", Sam told her friends as they started up the stairs to meet their instructor.

"Sam, I take it that you've noticed that every guy here is right out of our wildest dreams. It's as if somebody's read our file and figured out our preferences in men and scoured the world for those that fit our type.", commented Clover.

Alex nodded and together the three stopped in front of Seductress. Sam started to say something but Seductress waved her off imperiously and addressed their chauffer.

"Athos, in an hour I need you to grab Porthos and head out to the helipad. We've have some more important guests arriving them to help me train these three miserable excuses for young womanhood.", stated Teresa as the three spies bristled.

"Yes milady. May I ask the names of your arriving guests?"

"But of course you can. However I think you could figure it out on your own. But since you are who you are, I'll tell you: Temptress and Siren are arriving on the V.I.P. tilt-rotor aircraft from the heliport in the city."

Since they were still bristling at the rude dismissal from their instructor; none of the three spies saw the wide look of shock that came over the chauffer. They only became aware of him still being there when he came up the stairs and prostrated himself in front of the girls.

"Ladies, if I may ask what the name of your team is and what are your individual names. It would be a great honor of mine to meet the team that are the cause of the greatest female assassination team in WOOHP's history to reunite even after they vowed to never meet again in such a capacity. Who are you to bring the three members of Belladonna back together?"

Irked by the fawning of the chauffer, Teresa impatiently waved him to his feet and answered his question before Sam could even remember their cover names and the name of their team.

"Athos, this is Ice Dancer. Their individual names are Anemone, Antigone, and Aphrodite. Now I have to get our guests settled in. You are dismissed.", stated Teresa as she pointed at each girl in turn and rattled off their cover names.

"Yes ma'am.! Thank you ma'am!", replied Athos but he was replying to Seductress' back.

The trio of spies just looked at each other and, shaking their heads, followed their instructor inside the large mansion. Once they were through the door, the girls were astonished again. The interior of the mansion was as beautiful as the outside. The black marble floor in the entryway had a shine that bespoke a fresh polishing. Clover was so entranced by the mirror-like finish that it took her a minute to realize that what she was seeing was her own underwear as it was reflected by the polished marble. She eeped in surprise only to catch a gimlet stare from their instructor that was made worse by the fact that Seductress had only one eye.

For her part, Teresa had recognized the dark-haired girl as Foxfire leads' date from three weeks previous and grumbled to herself again. To her the three looked as if they could handle the training but for them to go up against Tortoise with Foxfire they needed to look a bit older and the black haired one needed to let her hair grow. Teresa led the trio into a tearoom off the main foyer and indicated that they should take their seats.

"Tea will be here shortly so have a seat and take a load off.", commented Teresa as she took a seat in one of the high-backed chairs that gave her a position commanding the entire room.

The girls complied and Teresa watched as the trio placed their bags on the floor beside their seats and semi-gracefully lowered themselves into their chosen chairs. Antigone had chosen a chair to Teresa's right that was had the second most commanding view in the room, Aphrodite had managed to sit on the love seat and cross her legs for modesty (Teresa nodded to herself at that). Teresa watched as the one she knew as Anemone took a seat in the chair that matched her own right across from her and gazed intently at her waiting for her reaction. Trained by Trigger Zero and very experienced in these kinds of situations, Teresa didn't rise to the bait and leaned back in her seat and waited. Her patience was rewarded when the red headed Antigone cleared her throat and started to speak to fill the silence before Teresa cut her off. Ignoring the angry eye roll from Anemone, Teresa started her speech.

"If you haven't already figured it out, I am the Seductress. I and some of my associates will be instructing you. This is my mansion and I have no qualms about you being here. In fact, I want you to treat this place as your own, within reason of course."

"Of course, Agent Seductress.", commented Alex with another roll of her eyes.

Teresa didn't let the hostility faze her. She had her orders. Her orders were for her to train these nuggets in her specialties. They didn't specify that she had to treat them with kid gloves. Quick as a flash, Teresa erupted out of her seat, strode the short distance to the insubordinate girl, and slapped her twice across the face in quick succession.

Alex didn't know what happened. One moment the other woman was across the way, the next Alex felt her head jolted by two quick impacts that had her seeing stars. Recovering from the vicious attack, Alex jumped up only to find herself looking down the barrel of the pistol the Seductress had been carrying. Fearing her life and hating her meek response, Alex returned to her seat and glared at the woman before her. It took a second before the pistol was retracted and returned to its position under Seductress' arm.

"For further reference, you three cherry girls will refer to me and my associates as instructor, ma'am, or mistress. As you've just seen, I don't take kindly to insubordination. Be happy that neither of my associates have arrived yet, both of them would have shot you down for less than what I just slapped your friend for. You remember that and maybe you three will finish this training alive. Any questions?"

"Yes ma'am. Is that weapon loaded?", asked Clover sarcastically.

Two bright flashes of light and a pair of thunderous reports later the ornate pillow beside Clover's hand exploded into scraps of feathers and fabric. Clover nearly wet herself as she jumped up startled by the violence of noise and action. Glancing fearfully from the remnants of the pillow to the massive handgun in Seductress' hand, Clover was able to see the smoke wisping from the end of the barrel. The tableau held for a second before Seductress reholstered her weapon and returned to her seat looking for all intents and purposes as if seeing her belongings being blasted to bits was an everyday occurrence for her.

"Hmm, looks like it is. Any more questions?", asked Seductress coolly.

Before anyone could answer, the pounding of rapid footsteps thundered into the sitting room as the always on call ready reaction force entered with weapons drawn. The three spies gazed fearfully at the team. Each member had either an assault carbine or a submachine gun along with multiple clips of reloads and an earbud communication device. Every member of the team also had a ballistic vest and a handgun holstered along their thigh. Alex, Sam, and Clover glanced at each other and each girl had the same thought.

"What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?"

Turning their attention back to the woman sitting in the place of prominence, they saw that Seductress was calmly ordering the team to leave and explaining the gunshots as a pair of misfires. As the team made to leave, Teresa asked the team leader a question.

"Could you have Vixen replace the pillow that was destroyed? I know she's going to be angry about it but you know how I hate things to be unbalanced."

"Yes mistress, Lady Vixen will be here shortly. I think she's still miffed about all the work you caused her when Foxfire was here.", came the arched voice of a woman with a humorous lilt to it.

"Jeez, she's still upset about that? I thought I did my penance for that already. I still have the scars to prove it.", complained Teresa with a wince.

Sam quirked an eyebrow as she heard the admission. This woman who seemed unstoppable still had scars given to her by the apparent maid being angry over the destruction of a pillow. This could be interesting.

The team leader chuckled at the wince before commenting.

"I think Lady Vixen will bring the pillow with the tea. She kind of figured that you'd probably have a hard time with these three and prepared accordingly."

"Yeah, maybe she did, Vixen has a sixth sense for spies who are probably going to give me trouble. I know she can't wait till she gets to instruct these three in the gym. I have a feeling that is going to be extremely painful for somebody."

The team leader nodded before turning and leaving the room and Teresa turned to her charges with her usual expression of cool calmness and studied indifference. Taking a deep breath, she started again.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. You three have an incredibly harrowing mission ahead of you and it's my job to take your sorry teenage assess and train you to be the best female assassins I can. Oh and do you know that I have to do this in three weeks. You've been assigned to assist Foxfire in getting close enough to their target to take him out. Once the target is neutralized you will be needed to take possession of a package the target has and safely return it to WOOHP. Now I can see that the three of you are wondering what kind of madwoman I am but I can assure you that am no madwoman. My job is to train agents for special missions with special considerations. We'll go over the mission and your training later tonight. Right now I want you to talk to me and tell me about yourselves. Remember, even though I know your real names, I and my staff will refer to you by either your team designation, Ice Dancer; or by your individual codenames; in this case, Anemone, Aphrodite, and Antigone. If you piss me or any of my staff off you don't want to know what name we'll refer to you by. Also, as you've just witnessed, I haven't been giving specific orders on how to treat you girls. So that means I can treat you as good or as bad as I choose to. I will try to treat you like the young women you are, but if you fail any of my exams, you will be punished; sometimes severely and the punishment can take any form I deem fit. Any questions? No, good ah here's our tea. Help yourselves ladies", stated Teresa as she suited her actions to her words and reached for the tea service that an older woman wearing a black pair of pants with a white shirt had left before going over to the couch and shaking her head at the destruction there.

"Seductress, why do you do this to me? If I wasn't the way I am, I'd beat your ass till you cried. Next time try and take something that I haven't handmade. Oh great, the rest of Belladonna is coming aren't they?", expressed the frustrated older woman.

Teresa only nodded and watched Vixen curse again before shifting her gaze to her new charges. Sipping from her delicate cup of tea, Teresa observed the girls over the rim of her cup. Each one had accepted the cup offered to them and had sweetened the tea to their preferences. Making mental observations about each trainee to add to their files, Teresa waited for one of them to start the conversation. As she figured, it was the tall red head that started off the conversation.

"Antigone seems to be the uncontested leader of this trio of spies yet she waited for either Aphrodite or Anemone to speak first. When neither did, she did what came naturally and started the conversation. This girl is very interesting; she's trying to gain information without either setting me off and without giving up too much information herself. Antigone passes this test, now to see how her teammates do.", thought Teresa as she listened to Sam talk.

As Sam spoke about the bonds of friendship between herself and her friends, Alex watched their host intently trying to suss out anything else about the complex woman in front of her. Alex figured that this chat was a test in its own right and so far Sam had passed. Correctly guessing that her friends and herself were being separately graded, Alex waited for the instructor to change the topic. She wasn't expecting the topic that Seductress shifted to.

"Have either of you had sex before? I take it that the three of you are virgins?", commented Teresa as she placed her tea cup down on its saucer.

Sam and Clover turned a bright red and stammered out denials while Alex waited for her chance to speak. When got the chance, Alex answered the question with her own question.

"What does that have to do with this training, ma'am?"

Seductress lifted an elegantly arched eyebrow at the question. She hadn't expected this from her trainees. Deciding to take Anemone's training in her own hands once Temptress and Siren arrived, Teresa vowed that by the time she was finished training these young borderline insubordinate wenches, Anemone would be nearly her equal in skill and would make the perfect lifelong companion to Foxfire lead.

"I just hope they complete and survive this mission. I'd hate to have to see them fulfill the 'Freelancer' status objectives while they are this young.", pondered Teresa as she carefully arranged her answer.

Alex was sure that Seductress wasn't going to answer and had resigned herself to not finding out why she needed the answer to that question, when she saw her instructor take a deep breath and start speaking.

"I asked that question for a reason. In our line of work, we female assassins have to be ready to use our bodies and our sexuality sometimes in order to get close enough to a target so he or she can be neutralized. It sometimes helps to divest all the emotion out of that act of intimacy on your part. If you don't then you could be ruined for life. Case in point, on one of Belladonna's missions we were assigned the task of taking out a female terrorist who had killed several hundred people in her bid to topple the government of her homeland. All of the intelligence that we received pointed to the fact that this terrorist had a predilection for female sexual partners. Now I don't know what your feelings are on that topic but somebody's sexual orientation doesn't matter to me. In order to get close to the target, we had to infiltrate her organization, deal with her male subordinates, and distinguish ourselves enough so that she'd take us into her confidence and ultimately into her bed. In the end, the target chose me out of the three of us and after several nights of intimacy with the principal, I was able to assassinate her and make it look like a lover's quarrel. As you can see I'm alright and have had a healthy social and sexual life ever since. I've completed missions where I've had to act as a plaything for men of power and their ideas of intimacy. Since retiring from active fieldwork, I've had several healthy relationships with those of the opposite gender and am currently happy to be single."

"How did you manage all of that without catching an STD or getting pregnant?", asked Clover in awe of the woman in front of her.

"When I was in the field as a part of Belladonna, we always made sure to protect ourselves and refused to do anything without our sexual partner-slash-target protecting themselves the same way."

The trio of spies nodded in acknowledgment and wondered how many men and women their instructor had been with in the course of her career. The lingering sight of Alex getting slapped kept the spies from asking that question. Seductress inclined her head as she saw that her charges were learning. Still waiting for an answer from the brown-skinned teen, Teresa leaned forward and reiterated her question, this time directing it solely at Alex. Not one to lie about something as important as that, Alex told Seductress the truth.

"Since you asked, I'm still a virgin. And I'm going to stay that way until I find my Mr. Right."

"Ale…. I mean Anemone, I thought you'd found your Mr. Right already. I mean, you told us that you want to remain by your boyfriend's side for all eternity. Right, Antigone?", chimed in Clover much to Alex' embarrassment and anger.

This woman did not need to know the intimate details of her private life. There were too many temptations here already and her friend had just given their instructor the upper hand in the subordinate-superior relationship with Seductress. Alex hissed at Clover and promised to make her pay for her remark later. Teresa just observed and made a note to talk to Natasha about her misgivings again. She was interrupted in her musings when Vixen arrived and informed her that the tilt-rotor carrying her former teammates was minutes away from arriving. Teresa told Vixen to start preparing dinner for her and her guests.

"Set six places at the table, okay. Have the servants assigned to Ice Dancer put away their luggage and clothes yet?"

"Yes, mistress and they're waiting in the suite of rooms assigned to Ice Dancer. I believe that their dinner apparel has been laid out for them already. With your permission I'll show these ladies to their rooms while you meet your other guests and get changed for dinner."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Ice Dancer, if you will excuse me, I have to go and meet the rest of your instructors. If you'll follow Lady Vixen, she will show you to your rooms. Dinner will be in about an hour and a half. Here we dress formally for dinner. Don't worry about not having anything formal. It will be made available to you. Now if you please.", stated Teresa as she rose from her seat and made to leave the sitting room.

The three spies nodded and turned their attention to the woman left behind as Seductress departed. Vixen watched the girls with a practiced eye and informed them that they could finish their tea before accompanying her to their rooms. It didn't take long and fifteen minutes later the spies and their guide had ascended the mansions' grand stairway to the second floor where they were going to catch the elevator to the next floor where their suite of rooms were situated. Clover asked the guide how many rooms this mansion had.

"Hmm, let me see. I think we have approximately a hundred and twenty-five rooms. That total includes fifteen bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, two kitchens, a conservatory, the sitting room you were just in, a grand ballroom, and two Olympic sized pools; one indoor and one outdoor. The majority of the bedroom suites are on the second and third floors with their accompanying foyers, kitchenettes' and private saunas. I believe the mistress has the three of you in the Moonlight Suite."

"The Moonlight Suite, what can you tell us about that particular suite?", asked Sam, again assuming her role as team leader.

"The Moonlight Suite has three bedrooms with king-sized canopy beds, a long balcony with an ocean view, a pretty well stocked kitchenette and bar, and a joint shower with three separate nozzles in the polished alabaster shower stall. When the mistress and her teammates were training here, they were often assigned to the Moonlight Suite and on several occasions the trio could be found frolicking naked underneath the shower nozzles.", answered Vixen as she pressed the button that called the elevator.

"I see. I take it that our suite is on the third floor? What is on the fourth floor?", questioned Sam as the elevator slid to a silent stop and the quiet bell informed all that it had arrived.

"The fourth floor just has four master suites and Lady Seductress' office. No one is allowed up there without the permission of the mistress. Even then, those that are allowed on the fourth floor are only allowed to visit milady's office. No one on the pain of death thinks about invading the living quarters of our mistress. With the rest of her team arriving, I believe that our lady will have them staying on the fourth floor with her.", answered Vixen with a shudder.

Alex found it curious that this woman knew about the fourth floor if not too many people were allowed up there. When she asked, their guide answered in a roundabout way.

"I've been up there a couple of times to clean up. Once I cleaned the master bedroom with its large bathtub. The other time I had to bring mistress a message from her boss."

Sam nudged Alex and gave her a significant look which Alex recognized. Deciding to halt her questioning for a bit, Alex let the smooth leather interior of the elevator take her away as it lifted her and her friends up to the third floor. As the elevator doors slid open on the third floor, Sam, Alex, and Clover wondered what their boyfriends were doing at that exact moment.

At that exact moment D.C., Sean, and J.T., were ogling the waitresses at Hooters as they waited for Tommy Kurtzmann to show up. The three had been chillin' like villains ever since they'd arrived twenty minutes prior. Dominic looked at his friends as he snatched another of the blazing hot Buffalo wings off the platter that had arrived at the table holding an even fifty wings along with three extremely large cokes, and several small containers of ranch sauce. The platter was down to its last few wings and each teen knew that they'd have to order another one when Tommy arrived.

As he flirted with one of the waitresses, Dominic heard the familiar sound of Tommy's modified Toyota Altezza and glanced out the window. Recognizing the headlights that pulled in to the spot right in front of them (and wanting a set of his own for his FTO) D.C. nudged Sean and pointed, the brown-haired teen nodded and raised his had to get the attention of another waitress. When the lady arrived, Sean told her he had another order.

"Hey baby, we would like another platter of fifty wings and another large soda. Our friend just arrived.", Sean commented as he tried, and failed, to ignore the tight white t-shirt that stretched across her buxom chest and bright orange satin shorts that set off her long and tanned legs.

"Better make it two drinks, Tommy brought Mandy with him.", added Justin as he indicated the demure looking teenage girl climbing out of the passenger seat of the bright metallic electric blue sport sedan.

It seemed to the guys that Mandy had changed clothes from the outfit she'd worn to school. Now she was wearing an ankle length blue skirt and a black denim long-sleeved shirt. On her feet was a pair of sensible tennis shoes instead of the heels she usually wore.

"You know, I never knew that Mandy could look that good. Dressed the way she is, she looks more approachable than at school with her mini and micro skirts and high heels.", mentioned Dominic as he waved the couple over to their table.

Tommy and Mandy saw the wave and veered in their direction. As they approached, the three assassins respectfully rose from their seats and allowed Tommy to pull a chair out for his betrothed. The four men waited till Mandy was seated comfortable before they resumed their seats. An intense silence reigned over the table for a moment before Tommy started to speak.

"Guys, I can explain everything.", started Tommy but Sean cut him off.

"No need amigo. Watching the two of you together right now shows us that you two are meant for each other. I just want to know what the deal is. I thought nobody went in for betrothals in this day and age.", commented the football player.

"You're wrong Sean. Many cultures still practice the custom of betrothing their young children to each other at an early age. In fact, it's still occasionally practiced here in our country. We just prefer to find our perfect mates on our own. Our parents betrothed us to each other at an early age because they figured it would be better than waiting for us to find each other on our own. My mom was against it at first, a trait from her formidable teenage years during the sixties but she's come around.", stated Mandy quietly without her usual bravado.

D.C. and his friends nodded as they listened while Tommy nervously glanced at them to see if they understood. Seeing the acceptance on their faces, the baseball pitcher sighed in relief. The platter of wings arrived along with the extra drinks and the guys indicated that the couple should go ahead and help themselves. As they ate, Mandy asked Dominic how he knew about the betrothal between her and Tommy.

"At the ocean park, Alex and I heard the two of you speaking as we headed back up the path to my car. You sounded like you were crying and Tommy sounded either frustrated or angry. I had to get Alex to promise not to tell Clover before we left. Later that night, Sean told us about the incident in the field house.", answered D.C.

"Yeah, Tommy had asked me to get him in the locker room so he could retrieve his good luck charm. Before he stuffed it inside his pocket, I had a chance to catch a brief glimpse of it. However, I didn't think about it till he pulled you out of the field house and you went along meekly. By the way, you should've known better to enter the field house like that without an escort. I already had to reprimand Clover about it and I'm going to tell you the same thing I told her. Keep your fellow cheerleaders out of the field house on Thursday nights during the rest of football season. Even if they beg and plead, don't allow them to enter unless they have a sound reason and an escort. I hope you realize what could have happened if I hadn't shown up when I did.", commented Sean with a concerned expression on his face.

"Yeah, I do. Tommy jumped all over my case about it after we'd left. Does Clover know?"

"No, but she suspects. And I wouldn't be surprised if she starts sniffing around trying to find out more about the two of you."

"Let her try! I'll stop her poking around in my business!", retorted Mandy with the fire they all knew she had within her.

The three guys glanced at each other while Tommy looked smug as he wrapped an arm around Mandy's shoulder.

"That's my girl. Fiery all the way", he stated proudly.

Dominic and his friends nodded in agreement. The table lapsed into silence as the parties snacked sparingly on the wings. Dominic finished his drink and waved off a refill before leaning forward and resting his hands on the table. Justin and Sean knew that pose. It was the one D.C. used when he had a question and wanted a straight answer.

"Mandy, I've been meaning to ask this ever since that night, what is the rivalry between you and Clover about and why have the two of you let it last this long."

Mandy glanced worriedly at her fiancé and waited to see what he was going to say. The only thing that registered was the slight grinding of his teeth as he philosophized about the reaction the answer would merit. Nodding once, he gave Mandy the go ahead to answer. Emboldened by his trust in her, Mandy sat up straighter and answered without blinking.

"You won't believe this but the reason for our rivalry is a simple one. One day in seventh grade, Clover stumbled on Tommy and me as we were talking about the betrothal behind the gym. At the time, she had a fierce crush on him and was preparing to ask Tommy to the spring dance. When he turned her down she was devastated yet she rebounded quickly as was her wont. However, the night of the dance, Clover saw that Tommy and I had came together and it infuriated her to no end. We had a fight after the dance that resulted in both of us being suspended and banned from attending any of the school dances the rest of the year. At the next dance, Tommy ended up going with somebody else while Clover and I sat at home. Since then we've always competed with each other. It may be as a result of that or it may be just because we absolutely hate each other sometimes. But would you believe that I don't hate Clover as much as I thought I did. In fact I respect her tenacity and wish I had the same tenacity that she has."

The four young men looked at each other in surprise. They heard the truth in Mandy's words and realized that this Mandy; the innocent and demure Mandy, was the true Mandy. The one that nobody got to see because of the facade she maintained at school. Sean grinned as he found out that his words to Clover the night of the field house incident were correct. He grin changed to a frown as he thought about his girlfriend.

"Now if only Clover could be as honest with herself as Mandy is. Or at least as honest as Mandy is when she's away from campus."

Sean brought his attention back to the conversation when Justin asked the couple what they did about their living situation. The football player listened intently as Tommy explained the arrangement their parents agreed on.

"Oh it's quite simple actually, during the school year Mandy and I stay at our respective parents houses except on weekends and school vacation breaks. On the weekends and during selected school breaks, the two of us live together like a married couple in our own small house. With our house being kind of right on the property line between my family's house and her family's house, it makes keeping the secret of our betrothal easier. When Mandy's friends come over to hang out on the weekend, Mandy makes it look like she's still her parents' mansion. Likewise, when my teammates come over, we hang out at my parents' house. Therefore nobody finds out about Mandy and I living together.", answered Tommy.

"Now with you three finding out about the arrangement, that may change.", growled Mandy.

"Mandy, I thought you'd know us better by now. We wouldn't tell anyone about the arrangement that the two of you have. During baseball season we'll just act as if we don't know. And don't you worry, we'll make sure that Clover, Sam, and Alex don't say anything either. We'll take care of them.", stated Dominic with determination.

Justin listened to his friend assure Mandy that Clover and the others wouldn't say anything once they were told. He knew that being told to keep her mouth shut about the couple wasn't going to go over pretty well with Sean's hotheaded girlfriend but he figured that if anyone could do it Sean could. At least with Sam, she was pretty astute about some things and could be trusted to keep quiet.

"Now all we'll have to worry about is Alex spilling it all. Dominic will have his hands full with keeping that girl's mouth shut. Alex could ruin a well planned surprise party with her loose lips. What am I saying, Dominic can handle Alex.", thought Justin as he took another sip of his drink.

As he set his drink down on the table, a sudden thought hit Justin. Dominic saw the look in J.T.'s eyes and guessed what question the blonde basketball player was going to ask as he opened his mouth. Before Justin could get the words out, D.C. planted his foot on Justin's under the table with enough force to cause the blonde to wince and curse Dominic's clumsiness. Tommy and Mandy stared in confusion as J.T. glared at D.C. who seemed to be ignoring the glare. Mandy turned to Sean and asked what was wrong.

"Oh nothing, D.C. made J.T. remember that some questions shouldn't be asked of friends.", Sean responded with a disarming shake of his head.

"Oh, I understand.", answered Mandy even though it was apparent she didn't.

Next to her Tommy had narrowed his eyes at the interplay. He could guess what Justin was about to ask before D.C. diverted his attention. Wanting to go ahead and bring everything out in the open, Tommy nudged Mandy and asked her a question.

"Love, can you run out to the car and get those pictures we took over the summer. I think there are a few photos of our house I'd like them to see."

"But Thomas, our parents wanted to be the first to see those pictures!", pouted Mandy.

"Mandy I know that. We can still show those to our parents along with the others that we picked up today."

Mandy pouted some more but finally got up and made her way to the car to retrieve the pictures Tommy had asked for. When Mandy had stepped out of hearing distance, Thomas turned his attention back to the three guys in front of him. Pinning Justin with a frown, he told him to take his guesses and shove 'em.

"I know what you were going to ask, Justin and I don't see how that subject is any of your business. Do you know how hard it was for me to get her to come here and face the three of you and admit the secret we've been holding on to for almost seven years? For one of the few times since I've known her, she cried. Mandy actually cried. Do you know how that made me feel for telling her that our secret had been found out by the boy who was dating her fiercest rival? It made me feel as if I'd failed her and I hate to fail. Now you up and start to ask about our personal life only to be stopped by D.C., by the way thanks for that save Dominic I owe you one. I can't believe you. But since you're trying to help I'm going to answer your unasked question. Our sex life is very fine thank you and that's all I'm going to say on that subject.", hissed Tommy with an angry look on his face.

"Okay, okay, okay. My mistake, I shouldn't have been curious about that. I'm sorry.", stated Justin as he held his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

Tommy looked at the blonde and figured that he meant what he said and let the topic drop. It was a good thing he did because Mandy returned shortly after that. She hadn't been able to find the photos he was referring to and wasn't too happy about being sent on what she considered a wild goose chase. Her ire had started to rise when Tommy pressed his lips to hers and calmed her protests. Sean choked on his Coke as he smothered a laugh.

"D.C., that reminds me of you and Alex at school earlier. It must be something going around to provoke that reaction.", Sean sputtered as he wiped his mouth with the back of his shirt sleeve.

"Stifle it meathead. At least Alex and I didn't get caught in a closet, the instrument room, and an empty office by campus security.", snapped D.C. good-naturedly.

"Yeah, you and Alex got caught in the school library right after class!", teased Justin.

"Oh yeah, like you and Sam weren't caught, at least Alex and myself and Clover and Sean were caught we weren't tied together. You and Sam were caught with your hands tied together by a pair of panties.", retorted Sean as J.T. had the decency to blush at his misfortune.

The table rocked with the laughter of the three assassins while their two friends looked on in confusion. Mandy turned to Tommy and asked what was going on. Tommy answered that he didn't know and didn't particularly want to find out. Mandy nodded but wondered why the three guys were laughing like they were. Her instinct for information about her schoolmates was twitching and she wanted to know more. Waiting for the laughter to die down to a reasonable level, Mandy mentally phrased and rephrased her question.

"Guys, how did that pair of underwear get into Justin's bag and whose were they? I know that they weren't a pair of Sam's panties.", asked Mandy in an innocent tone of voice once the laughter had died down.

There was dead silence at the table.

The silence unnerved Mandy to the point where she was seconds away from retracting her question when her fiancé saved her. Tommy glared at the three guys and told him that turnabout was fair play. They'd wanted to know something about Mandy and him. Now when Mandy wanted to know something about them, they clammed up. Trust went both ways and if they ever wanted him to trust them again then it would behoove them to answer Mandy's question. Tommy ignored the expressionless gazes that the three guys cast his way and waited for the guys to answer. It took a little bit but finally Dominic spoke.

"Mandy, it's real hard to explain. Just like you and Tommy, the three of us have our own secrets to keep. What I can tell you is that one of our co-workers has an 'eclectic' sense of humor. She thought that her prank would be harmlessly humorous. As you can tell it kind of backfired on her.", replied D.C. steadily.

"Bullshit, that's no answer and you know it, Dominic. What is the real deal behind that prank?", snapped Tommy.

Dominic gritted his teeth. He couldn't answer that question to the extent sought by Tommy because it would violate their training. Looking at his two friends, he saw the worry he was facing mirrored in the eyes of Justin and Sean. Deciding to give Tommy and Mandy a fraction of the truth, he sighed. Borrowing a pen from a passing waitress, D.C. wrote their address on a clean napkin and slid it across the table to Tommy. The baseball star glanced down at it once before bringing his head back up and looking at the tall soccer player across from him.

"Be at that address in one hour. If you can't find it, ask Mandy, she knows where it is. If you're going to find out a little bit about us, I'd rather it not be here in this public place. The secret that we keep can't be revealed. As it is, you're only going to learn a little bit about us to ease your thoughts about trust.", stated Dominic as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

Dominic ignored the astonished looks of Justin and Sean. He knew what they were thinking and he felt the same way. In one hour Dominic was going to bend one of the rules put in place by WOOHP to keep the identities of their assassins completely confidential. D.C. hoped that Natasha and Jerry didn't find out about this. The ramifications of their finding out would be unpleasant.

"And if Seductress finds out, the ramifications of my bending the rules would be ……..very extreme.", thought D.C. as he sat back and directed his attention back to his drink.

Back on the island, Alex and her friends were waiting in their suite of rooms to be called for dinner. Each girl was wearing the gown that had been laid out on her beds when they had made it to their room. Vixen had assured the girls that the dresses would fit perfectly when the tried them on. The retired veteran had also informed the girls that they were required to wait in their suite until they were summoned for dinner.

"Your escorts will arrive to accompany you to dinner when the time is right. Until then the three of you can do whatever you choose. It will be awhile before the mistress returns with the rest of your training cadre. Please use the time however you'd like. The attendants you see here are yours. You can ask them to do whatever it is you want, within reason of course.", spoke Vixen as she indicated the six beautiful women standing in the center of the room.

Shortly after that, the maid left the three spies to their own devices and went about her duties. Sam glanced at her two friends out of the corner of her eyes as they visually perused the women who'd be attending them. The red head figured that anything the attendants overheard would be reported back to their instructor soon enough. Not wanting to give Seductress another lever to use against them, Sam faked a yawn and told the women that she was exhausted from the trip and wanted to take a nap. Catching the hint, Clover and Alex did the same and within minutes the three spies were sleeping off their exhaustion from their day. That had been three hours ago.

When they'd been woken up by the attendants, Alex, Sam, and Clover had felt refreshed and recharged. Blinking the sleep from their eyes, the spies found that a bath had been drawn for them. When the three girls entered the bathing area, they were impressed by the large bathtub. As they approached the tub they realized that the water was scented to smell like lilacs. Looking at each other and shrugging their shoulders, the three girls were gently assisted out of their clothes by their attendants and climbed into the warm, lilac scented water. It surprised some when three of the attendants entered the tub with them. By now used to the service they were receiving, Alex, Clover, and Sam didn't bat an eye and allowed the nude attendants to gently scrub their bodies clean.

Now clean and dressed in their selected evening wear, the girls dismissed their attendants for the evening and sat down to discuss their impressions of the place since their arrival. Sam cast a look at her friends and shook her head. With all the attention they'd received at the hands of their attendants, Alex and Clover looked older and more mature. Sam didn't doubt that to them she looked the same way from her well manicured and professionally painted fingernails, to her brilliant red off the shoulder silk ball gown, to her freshly washed and styled hair hanging in a simple yet elegant ponytail down her back.

"Girls, lets talk about what has happened to us since we've arrived. Alex, ever since the guide mentioned Countess de Aquitaine you've been on edge, care to tell us about your reaction?", asked Sam.

Wearing a very clingy and seductive green dress that precluded the wearing of any undergarments, and with her dark short haired styled in a French roll that allowed for several curls to slip out and frame her soft face and its subtle cosmetics, Alex closed her eyes and sighed.

"Yeah Sam, I'll talk. Three weeks ago Dominic and I had the dubious honor of meeting Countess de Aquitaine. Let's just say it wasn't the highlight of my evening."

"What can you tell us about this countess, Alex?", asked Clover.

Alex sighed again and remembered the elegantly sensual and erotic woman who'd given her and Dominic a bottle of expensive wine and basically paid for their respectably priced meal.

'What can't I tell you, Clover? That is the question. Countess Teresa de Aquitaine is wealthy, has impeccable manners, prefers an expensive wine, and is very very beautiful. The countess looks so beautiful that not one of the girls at our school could even compare. She's seductive and can use her body language to get any man she wants without half trying. When she was around, I felt as if she was a competitor for Dominic's feelings."

Unbeknownst to the girls, their conversation was being recorded by the cameras hidden in the suite. The cameras sent all of their recorded video and audio up to a fourth floor transfer station that streamed the video to the Teresa's office. At the moment, Teresa was watching the girls discuss their arrival on the island with her friends Temptress and Siren.

Reducing the volume of the video, Teresa spun her chair around to face the two women sitting on the other side of her desk. She directed her first words to the ebony goddess in the midnight black, body hugging sheath dress sitting on the right.

"What do you think, Siren? Are the girls of Ice Dancer trainable?"

The assassin known as Siren looked her former teammate in the eye and gave her the best answer she could.

"In the amount of time we've been given by WOOHP? I don't know. I take it that you've already begun one facet of their training. And from what you told me about your punishing the smart one, it may be even harder. Still, I would definitely like to give it a chance. These girls will need all the help they can get if they are assisting Foxfire in going after The Tortoise.", mused Isis Tabitha Arsenault as she rubbed the prosthetic limb that had replaced her left leg where it had been shot away.

Teresa nodded in agreement before turning her attention to the slender blonde haired woman sitting next to Siren.

"What about you Temptress? What do you think?", Teresa asked.

Wearing an electric lime green dress studded with semi-precious stones around the bust, Carmine Jeanette de Gyrfalcon stroked her chin with the index finger of her left hand. She preferred to use her remaining hand to do simple tasks like that instead of assigning her life-like prosthesis to do something so menial. Carmine still remembered her violation at the hands of the target and his men but she'd come a long way both mentally and physically since then. Carmine had recently attended an opera with a young gentleman of her acquaintance and had been able to allow a man to intimately touch her for the first time since that painful mission. Of course when she told Isis and Teresa, the two had squealed like the schoolgirls they had been and pestered her for specifics. They were happy that the Carmine that had known before the mission was starting to make a comeback and she would soon be back to her old self. Carmine knew that the trauma of her rape would never be fully exorcised but she hoped that one day she too could get married and have a happy life with the man she loved.

Right now, the Temptress was concentrating on the task at hand. And that meant answering Teresa's question about the feasibility of getting the girls of Ice Dancer trained well enough to assist Foxfire.

"Teresa, it's doable but we're going to have to really speed up their training. It doesn't help that during the week those three have to be at school. And on the weekends they won't get but four hours of sleep if we accelerate their training on those days. I have a feeling that they aren't going to like that one bit. However, it needs to be done because if they screw up during the actual mission, they won't have time to regret it. Like I said earlier, it's doable but it'll be hard on both them and us.", replied Carmine in her soft alto.

Teresa nodded; she'd expected their words during the entire time she was waiting for her teammates to arrive. However, Teresa hadn't told them that Natasha had authorized the mission status change to 'Freelancer' status but her friends needed to know about it. Taking a deep breath Teresa spoke.

"That's good. Unfortunately, things have gotten a bit worse and these girls need this training more than ever. To facilitate the accelerated training, each of us will pick one of the Ice Dancer girls to personally train. I've already chosen Anemone because she seems like she has the spirit to complete this mission. With what I learned today from Trigger Zero that may be the only advantage these girls will have."

"What did the boss tell you, Seductress? You know better than to keep things from us like this. Especially when it affects our decisions.", snapped Siren as Temptress nodded in agreement.

Teresa looked at the angry expression on her friends faces and knew that they were going to hate her for keep this from them. It wasn't the first time she'd had to keep things from those that knew her best outside of her family. Sighing to herself, Teresa told her friends what Natasha had told her. As expected, it was Carmine who reacted first.

"You mean that Natasha authorized making this particular mission a 'Freelancer' status mission? What in the hell is she thinking? Is she trying to isolate Foxfire from the repercussions if they fail the mission and live?", growled the twenty-seven year old retired assassin.

"I don't know, Carm. I really don't know. Whatever happens to those guys, I don't want to think about right now.", muttered Teresa as she started to rise from her seat so they could attend dinner.

Before Teresa could get far, Siren asked a question.

"Not to change the subject, Teresa but there is something I am wondering about."

"What is it, Isis?", Teresa said.

"I was wondering about why you left HQ before your complete recovery. I've been curious about it for the past three years. I mean, you left Carmine and I; women who were closer to you than sisters in more ways than one, to recover as best as we could without even saying goodbye. A year or so later, I've gotten over that slight and am going through my rehabilitation when, lo and behold, who do I find out is running the island. Care to explain that to me, Countess Teresa.", stated Siren with a noticeable edge to her voice.

Teresa gazed at the serious look on Isis' face and knew that she meant what she said. Deciding to part with one of her most closely held secrets (this secret was so secret that no one at WOOHP Headquarters knew about it. Not even Jerry.).

"I'll do better than that, I'll show you. On one condition though."

"What condition is that?", asked a confused Carmine.

"That what I show you; you can never tell anyone connected to the organization. If you do, I'll know immediately who told and I believe you remember how well I go about my personal vengeance."

Isis and Carmine nodded with the former shivering as she remembered how far Teresa could carry revenge.

Satisfied that her friends knew how deadly serious she was, Teresa lead the way out of her office and down the hall. When she bypassed the elevator, her friends knew that the seductive trainer was heading towards the master suite. Arriving at the massive closed door that lead to her private quarters, Teresa glanced back at her friends before taking a hold of the knob and turning gently turning it so the door could be opened quietly. Glancing at the rare watch on her left wrist, she saw that her secret was probably asleep. Stepping inside her living room, Teresa moved to one side and allowed the other two members of Belladonna to file in behind her.

"From this point on, I need to two of you to be very quiet. I don't want to wake them up.", murmured Teresa quietly.

"Them, who is this 'them', Teresa?", asked Isis.

"Oh you'll see."

Leading the way through the living room into the hallway that connected the various rooms of the fourth floor suite, Teresa led them to a partially closed door. Isis and Carmine knew that further along the hallway was the door to the monstrous master bedroom they remembered from their days of training. The two retired assassins observed as Teresa eased the door open a bit further and stepped into the room. They were a bit curious when the one time team queen of fashion undid the ankle straps on her expensive high heeled shoes and slipped her feet into a pair of comfortably ragged slippers and motioned for them to do the same. Isis lifted an eyebrow at Carmine and received a shrug of the shoulders in response. Seeing no reason not to, the two women did the same and followed Teresa to a pair of identical baby beds.

Leaning first over one bed then the other, Teresa motioned her friends over to take a look for themselves and stepped back. Isis and Carmine gazed over into the baby bed and received the greatest shock of their lives. Lying asleep in the first crib was a beautiful three year old girl who was the spitting image of her mother except for the shape of her eyes. The shape of the girls' eyes gave away who her father was.

The little girl had eyes the same shape as the late leader of the Snowcat team.

The two women yanked their heads out of the crib and cast wide eyes on their friend as if in confirmation. Receiving it and moving other to the other baby bed and if they didn't believe who the father of the three year old girl was, one glance at her twin brother proved beyond a reasonable doubt that the late leader of the Snowcat Team fathered both of these children. Isis glanced sharply at Teresa for a verbal confirmation.

"This is the reason why I disappeared from WOOHP midway through my recovery. And before you ask, yes Snowcat Leader is the father. Anton and Angelica were conceived three weeks before that disastrous mission. At the time we were sent out and my beloved and I were captured I didn't know I was pregnant but I suspected it. If you remember I had been sick all the week leading up to our leaving. I told him my suspicions as we were tossed into our respective cells after being beaten and interrogated.", stated Teresa on the verge of tears.

Isis and Carmine nodded. And Carmine spoke.

"At least he knew about it before he died."

Teresa nodded while wiping the tears off of her face. When she was finished, her face resembled the face the two women with her recognized as her war face. The Seductress was now ready to train Ice Dancer the way she had been ordered to train them. Nodding her head once, the trio of former assassins made their way to the elevator where their loincloth clad escorts waited patiently. One floor down, a trio of similarly clad escorts waited outside the suite where Anemone, Aphrodite, and Antigone waited.

Thirty minutes later, the six women entered the dining room and each lady was escorted to her seat by her assigned escort. The chairs were pulled out and taking the lead from their instructors, the girls of Ice Dancer waited for their head instructor to take her seat before lowering themselves into their seats for dinner. Around the room were scantily clad male and female servers awaiting their orders. Teresa nodded at one of the female servers attired in a really short French Maid's outfit and soon music flowed through the room from hidden speakers.

Sam and her friends were in awe of the display of tantalizing flesh as the various servers moved around the room with a purpose. Some of the female servers had their many 'charms' hidden by nothing more than a nearly transparent harem outfits. Other female servers wore the tightest of dresses with splits up the sides that did nothing for the modesty of the servers and left little to the imagination of what lay beneath the silk outfits. Teresa and her two friends observed the reactions of the girls as they tried (and occasionally failed) to not show interest in the fleshpot party scattered around them.

For her part, Alex tried to keep her mind on the picture of Dominic she'd concealed in the valley of her breasts so that he was never far from her heart. The teen knew that if she showed any form of interest in any of the men and women, her instructors would jump on it like a lion jumps on its prey. Waiting for the arrival of the first course, Alex saw that the champagne glass beside her place had been filled with what she could guest was the most expensive Dom Perignon ever. Remembering how she'd been after consuming half a bottle of wine when she and Dominic had gone out, Alex vowed to take her time with the alcohol. There was the chime of silverware on crystal and Seductress stood up.

"Ladies it's been decided that to accelerate your training there will be times when you will report directly to one of us as your personal teacher. My associates and I have discussed it and made our choices on who we want to train in those one on one sessions. The three of you will learn who your personal instructor will be after dinner. At which time you will be given an envelope with instructions. Follow the instructions in those envelopes to the letter or you will be punished as you've already discovered since you've arrived.", stated Seductress wryly as she unconsciously rubbed her right hand where she'd slapped Alex across the face.

The first course arrived and was set out for the women to eat and conversation basically ceased except for small questions each of the instructors asked the girls about their lives and their times as WOOHP Agents. By unspoken agreement and to not compromise the secrecy of their organization, no questions were asked about past missions by either the assassins of Belladonna or the spies of Ice Dancer.

Ah hour or so later (according to how precipitously and rapidly the level of champagne in the large bottle dropped) everyone at the table was feeling particularly low-lidded when dessert, a delectably sinfully rich raspberry cheesecake, arrived and the servants sliced the cake and served each lady seated at the table a large piece. At the head of the table, Seductress and the other two members of Belladonna were making mental notes about how their charges held their alcohol. It wasn't looking too good for the girls of Ice Dancer. Aphrodite was giggling insanely at just about everything while Antigone was fawning over one of the attractive servers. Only Anemone was semi-lucid and that was because, Teresa had observed the dark haired girl sparingly sip her drink.

Rubbing the jewel encrusted white silk patch over her left eye. Teresa signaled for the envelopes she'd alluded to earlier to be delivered. She also asked for a pot of strong, rich Columbia coffee to be placed on the table. This was more for the spies of Ice Dancer's benefit than Belladonna's since the members of Belladonna were past masters of handling their booze.

"We still have a long way to go to even think about attempting to drink Natasha under the table. She can put away so much and not let it affect her one tenth of one third how it affects us. At least Foxfire can handle theirs when they need to. In that respect those three are similar to Snowcat. Snowcat could sure hold their alcohol.", thought Teresa fondly as she remembered her late love while taking a bite of cheesecake.

Checking the watch on her wrist, Teresa saw that it was getting pretty late. That realization was punctuated by a loud yawn from one of her fellow former assassins. Siren grinned sheepishly when everyone glanced her way.

"Sorry Seductress, it's been a long time since I've stayed up this late. My fiancée and I are usually in bed much earlier than this.", apologized Siren.

"Yeah, I can guess what the two of you do in that bed before you fall asleep but I'm sure I don't really want to be introduced to your fantasies.", retorted Temptress good-naturedly.

"Yeah right. If I remember correctly, you were the one of us who was always on the lookout for what you called 'new meat' back in the day.", Siren shot back with a laugh.

The entire table chuckled as Temptress flushed a bright red. Seductress crossed her hands in front of her face and smiled at her two friends as they settled into the familiar teasing routine she remembered from their earlier days. Shifting her gaze from her friends to the trio of young women at the end of the table, Seductress saw that they understood the hidden meanings in the conversation. Deciding to stop the familiar bickering before it got out of hand; Seductress gently tapped her champagne glass with her fork. The chiming of crystal pealed out and each of the women at the table directed their attention towards the Seductress. The head instructor had risen to her feet after getting everyone's attention.

"Ladies of Ice Dancer, I direct your attention to the envelopes that are presently being handed to you. You are not to open your specific envelope in the presence of one another. Once you have returned to your suite of rooms you are to retire to your respective sleeping quarters. In your quarters each of you will find an exquisite letter opener. Use that item to open your envelope. Once you read the contents inside, you are to memorize and destroy what is written within. Those instructions will inform you of which of the three of us will be your personal instructor. You are not to share the details of your message with the others. If you disobey these instructions, you will be punished accordingly. Now if you will excuse us, my team members and I will see you later. You can stay and help yourself to some more cheesecake or you can return to your rooms. It is your decision. Have a good evening, ladies.", stated Seductress as her two teammates rose to their feet.

Alex watched the trio of older women as they departed the room with their escorts. She made a mental note when she saw that it took Siren a bit longer to move and when she did, the black instructor walked with a kind of stiff-legged gait. Wracking her champagne addled brain, Alex tried to remember where she had seen that kind of gait before. The memory eluded her and she let it go to be remembered later and turned her attention to her friends.

Alex took one look at Sam and Clover and shook her head. Her two friends had imbibed a bit more champagne than they should and the tall redhead and the shorter blonde were happily drunk. It looked as if Sam had finally been able to coerce the cute female server who'd caught her attention into stopping by her room later. Why Sam wanted the attractive young lady to stop by their room later Alex didn't want to think about. She already had enough problems on her plate without adding to them. Hearing a thud, Alex quickly turned her attention in the direction of the sound and discovered that Clover had fallen out of her seat while trying to get up and was now sitting on the floor with an idiotic grin on her face. With her legs splayed out on the floor in front of her it seemed to Alex that an inebriated Clover was woefully uninhibited and not particularly caring about the fact that she was giving everyone a free peek at the satin thong underneath her peach dress. Deciding that she was full and had had enough, Alex gracefully rose to her feet, cleared her throat, and announced her intentions to her friends.

"Sam, Clover, I'm going upstairs to get out of this dress and get a bit of rest. I'll see you in the morning before school."

Seeing the acknowledgements from her friends, Alex turned from the table and followed her loincloth clad escort out of the dining room and towards the grand staircase leading to the second floor and elevator. Once inside the elevator, Alex leaned against the polished wall of the elevator and closed her eyes. Lifting her gloved left hand up and reaching inside the bust of her dress, Alex pulled out the picture of Dominic she'd placed there earlier. Bringing the picture up to her face, Alex opened her eyes and gazed lovingly at the picture she'd taken last weekend when she'd came over to hang out with D.C. J.T. had opened the door and let her in when she'd stopped and rang the bell. Justin had mentioned that Dominic had fallen asleep on the couch while watching his copy of the Robotech movie 'The Shadow Chronicles' for about the tenth time. Alex had waved it off and dashed into the house only to come to a sliding stop when she saw her cargo shorts attired boyfriend snoring quietly on the couch. At the time her mental faculties had short circuited when she saw that D.C. wasn't wearing a shirt.

Feeling her heart start beating faster as she stared at the picture of her bare-chested and sleeping love of her life, Alex missed it when the elevator stopped on the third floor. She started and nearly dropped the picture when her escort cleared his throat and announced that the elevator had arrived on the third floor. Alex nodded at the man and dismissed him but he shook his head in negation.

"Miss Anemone, I was ordered to escort you to your room. I have to remain by your side until you have entered your quarters. Once you've entered I'm under orders to remain by the door until you, Miss Aphrodite, and Miss Antigone are asleep.", stated the nearly naked man in a surprisingly soft voice.

Alex shook her head and cursed. This guy was going to stand watch outside of her room until Clover and Sam arrived and the three of them went to sleep. Knowing that didn't make Alex feel safer. She vowed to herself that once she and her friends followed the instructions in their letters, she was going to use the deadbolt and lock the door securely.

Acknowledging the fact that temptation was going to be sitting right outside the suite, Alex thanked the man and entered the main room before kicking off her shoes. Sighing as her newly freed bare feet sank into the plush carpet, the dark-haired teenager made her way to her room. Opening the door and entering the majestic bedroom with its canopy bed, Alex made her way over to the vanity and saw the jewel encrusted letter opener mentioned by Seductress. Recognizing the precious stones embedded in the letter opener's hilt, Alex whistled as she mentally totaled the carats of each stone and added it all together.

"Damn, that ain't no ordinary letter opener. That is a priceless museum piece. How in the hell did WOOHP and Seductress get something like this. I can't wait to see the letter openers Clover and Sam find.", thought Alex as she dropped into the chair situated in front of the vanity and took a deep breath.

Placing her envelope in the center of the vanity table and picking up the slender knife, Alex felt a sudden flash of unease come over her. Shrugging it off, she reached down and scooped up the envelope in her left hand and turned it over. Finding that there was no way to undo the seal without cutting it, Alex slipped the end of the opener into the spot where the flap overlapped the envelope proper and slit the flap along its spine. Once the envelope had been opened, Alex placed the sharp knife on the top of the table in an out of the way spot where she wouldn't accidentally cut herself. The blade on that letter opener looked positively murderous. Reaching in to the now opened envelope with two fingers, Alex felt a thin sheet of an exceptional grade of parchment.

Extracting the sheet, Alex found that the sheet of parchment was actually a half sheet and was in reality a card that had been elegantly folded to fit in the small envelope with nary a crease. Unfolding the sheet, Alex took another deep breath and looked down to see who her personal instructor was going to be for this special training.

It took a moment for the name to be recognized but when she did, Alex's breath caught in her throat. Out of the three instructors, she'd gotten the one she absolutely did not want. It was all there in beautifully rendered calligraphy.

"Seductress"

Alex groaned in frustration. She did not want to the Seductress to be her private tutor. The woman had already slapped her across the face twice and Alex knew that with her temper if she allowed the actions of Seductress to get under her skin, things would only be worse.

"Her? Why her? Why did the Seductress choose me as her personal student? This is not right! Dammit!!", Alex shouted at the silent and well ornamented walls around her.

Grumbling uncomplimentary things under her breath, Alex prepared to toss the damming message into the trash can when she noticed some other writing.

"Do not allow your phone to ring more than twice"

Alex scratched her head and wondered what the handwritten note meant. Glancing around the bedroom, Alex took in everything within visual range and saw that nothing had been added to or taken from her bedroom in the two or so hours she and her friends had been at dinner. Alex was well into her fourth visual sweep of the room when heard Clover and Sam stagger and stumble into the suite laughing loud drunken laughter. As the noise from the intoxicated pair in the main room dropped, Alex glanced around the room again. Still not seeing the phone the note referred too she sighed in resignation.

"Phone, what phone, I don't see a phone. If she's fucking with my mind about the phone I'm going to let Seductress know that her mind games aren't appreciated.", groused Alex as she started to take the pins holding her hair up out.

Just as her fingers wrapped around the first pin, Alex heard the trilling of a small phone and it seemed to be coming from somewhere very close. It also sounded muffled as if it was covered by something. Closing her eyes and concentrating on the sound, Alex listened to the trill. Her eyes popped open when realization made her check the one place she hadn't thought about looking. Dropping her eyes to the vanity and letting them flit around and alight on every object on the table top Alex searched for the phone. When she didn't see it on top of the vanity table, Alex figured out where the phone could be. It was the only place where it wouldn't be visible.

The dark-haired teenaged soccer player reached down and pulled open the bottom drawer of the vanity and found the cause of the trilling sitting nice as you please in a space specially cut out for it. Reaching down and picking up the old fashioned handset, she held it to her ear.

"Hello?", Alex answered quietly.

"Keep your dress on and meet Vixen out in the suite's sitting room. She will bring you up to the fourth floor. Follow her instructions completely and without question. You have five minutes.", finished the familiar voice before the connection was cut.

Alex looked at the handset in her hand with a frown before replacing it on its cradle. Correctly guessing that her five minute countdown had begun once her tutor had hung up, Alex sighed in resignation and rose from the feminine chair in front of the vanity and crossed the bedroom to the closet where several pairs of shoes (both dress, casual, and sport) sat waiting to be worn. Casting a quick look at a pair of comfortable looking black moccasin style house shoes, Alex passed up on wearing them and left her chosen bedroom.

Reentering the sitting room, Alex saw where her discarded high heels now rested and figured that either Sam or Clover had moved them from the middle of the floor. Sighing again, Alex reached down and picked the expensive pair of shoes up. Taking a seat on the leather couch, Alex slipped the two inch heels on and redid the belts that secured them to her dainty feet. Once that was done, she crossed her legs (or crossed them as much as her skintight dress allowed and still keep her modesty) and waited for Vixen to arrive.

Exactly five minutes after Seductress' call, the front door to the suite opened and in walked Vixen. The retired assassin took one look at the young lady sitting on the couch and crooked her finger. Alex rose to her feet, nodded once, and followed the older woman out of the suite. It didn't take long for Alex to realize that Vixen was leading her to the elevator. The sudden implication of where Vixen was taking her made Alex's head spin. She was being taken up to the fourth floor. Alex shuddered as her imagination ran amok with all sorts of scenarios. Steeling herself for whatever was ahead of her Alex squared her shoulders, lifted her head, and let the picture she carried close to her bosom give her strength to deal with whatever came her way.

Teresa de Aquitaine blew out the match she carried in her fingers as the peaches and crème scented candle she'd just lit came to life and filled the room with its bouquet. Still wearing her dinner dress, she awaited the arrival of her student. Taking a seat at her vanity table, Teresa took off the citrine earrings she'd worn and placed them in the open jewelry box that sat to the left of the mirror. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, the twenty-six year old former assassin gently pulled a moist towelette out of its package and used it to clean the make-up from her face. Once her beautiful but scarred features (she often called them beautifully scarred) were clear of any traces of make-up, Teresa open the top drawer of the table and looked at a picture sitting within. Smiling softly at the photo, Teresa replaced it and waited for Vixen to arrive with her pupil.

It was only five minutes but it seemed like hours when Vixen brought Alex to the door and knocked once. Hearing her mistress bade her to enter, Vixen opened the door and indicated to Alex that she should go ahead and enter the room.

"The mistress is in her bedroom. Take the hallway and follow it to the end. She will be waiting for you.", Vixen told the young lady.

Alex nodded and took a timid step inside before mentally shaking herself and taking the determined steps she had told herself she was going to take. Two minutes after she'd entered the hallway, Alex was standing in front of a closed door. Raising her small fist to knock, she held back when her tutor told her that the door was open and to come on in.

Alex entered the bedroom and the first thing she saw were the low lights and the massive canopy bed. Her nose wrinkled as she smelled the familiar scent of peaches and crème and wondered why the room smelled that way.

"I lit some candles. I hope you don't mind.", Seductress stated by way of an explanation.

"No, I don't mind. They smell pretty good.", replied Alex as she sat down on the other chair in the room.

Seductress nodded her thanks while facing the mirror above her vanity. Turning her chair so she could face her student, Teresa took a closer look at the assassin in training. It was hard for her to see with her eye patch on in the dim lighting and gave up after a few minutes. Turning back to the mirror, Seductress unlatched her watch and laid it on the table. Calling the younger woman over, Seductress asked Anemone to give her a hand.

"Anemone, go over to my chest of drawers and look in the top drawer. Once you open the drawer, you'll see a plethora of eye patches. Some of them are in better shape than others. See if you can find me the water proof patch. Once you find it, bring it to me. Be careful, some of those eye patches are priceless and impossible to replace; all of them are either silk or satin."

"Yes, instructor.", replied Alex as she bit her tongue to keep from adding to her reply.

Coming to her feet, Alex stepped over to the piece of furniture and opened the top drawer and stopped. Behind her, Alex heard Seductress snicker as she saw Alex's reaction to the very risqué lingerie sitting inside the drawer. Feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment and violently squelching the thought, Alex found the eye patches in a spot specifically for them. Putting the mental images of her instructor attired in the lingerie in a tightly closed corner of her mind, Alex pulled out the patch Seductress had asked for and made her way over to where her tutor sat. After handing the patch to Seductress, Alex stood next to the older woman awaiting her next instructions. It didn't take long for her to receive them.

Seductress rose to her feet and stretched her arms after putting her eye patch on and looked over her shoulder at her pupil. Seeing that Anemone stood beside her, the one-eyed former assassin asked a question.

"You look as if you need a relaxing bath. Would you care to join me in the bathtub? I believe that Siren and Temptress as well as your teammates will be there also."

Alex was shocked at Teresa's audacity and it showed on her face. Screwing up her courage to ask why Seductress had asked the question, Alex braced herself for the expected slap. Surprisingly it didn't arrive. Opening eyes she didn't know she'd closed, the teen pressed ahead with her question.

"At times like these it's good for a team to have a bond closer than sisters. I've observed that while you and your friends have such a close bond, that bond could be strengthened. Besides I find that it would be easier to brief you and the rest of Ice Dancer on this mission in a stress free environment.", came the answer.

Still a bit caught out, Alex could only blink her eyes. Seductress took that action as a yes and turned back to the mirror.

"If you don't mind, please help me out of this dress.", added Teresa as she lifted her long hair up so her student could get at the zipper.

Almost against her will, Alex reached up and took the decorative zipper and-with trembling hands-started easing it down along its track. When she reached the end of the zipper track, Alex lowered her hands and stepped back, allowing Seductress to let her dress slither down her firm and fit body till it puddled on the floor at her feet then delicately lifted one dainty leg and stepped out of the pile of fabric bunched around her feet. Alex's eyes widened in awe as she realized that underneath her dress, Seductress had been as naked as the day she was born. The only thing that kept her trainer from being completely nude was the red and black lace garters and the suppressed pistols holstered on her legs.

As she took in the sight of Seductresses' tanned skin, Alex noticed that there appeared to be several old scars all over her instructor's body. Teresa noticed her charge staring and quietly laughed.

"Not much to look at, huh? I got all of these scars during my time as an active WOOHP assassin. Some of these were inflicted by the person you, your teammates, and Foxfire are going after.", commented Teresa as she turned around to face Alex.

Alex gulped as she allowed her eyes to fall to the neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair that lead to her instructors' depths. As she stared at her instructor's sensually lithe and trim body, she felt a sudden longing that defied all description and explanation. Violently squelching the thought with a shake of her head, Alex averted her eyes. She grimaced as she heard an amused chuckle from behind her.

"You don't have to be ashamed at your reaction, I'm not. In the privacy of my own home, I don't worry about modesty. By the time you and your teammates finish up your training, you'll probably feel the same way. On an assassination mission there is no such thing as modesty. Let that be the first thing I teach you."

Alex nodded but kept her eyes averted and waited for her next instructions. She guessed what those were going to be but felt a little trepidation. Her fears were justified when Teresa cleared her throat and gazed expectantly at her.

"Are you going to take a bath in that dress or what?"

"What do you mean?"

Seductress sighed in frustration. This girl was acting a bit dense and it didn't suit her personality. Seductress knew from reading the file about the spy called Anemone was smart enough to pick up on the obvious even though she did have a big mouth. Narrowing her eyes and compressing her lips, Seductress motioned the younger woman closer.

"Come here and turn around, Anemone.", Seductress said with a hint of the steel underlying her tone.

Recognizing that she'd just been given an order, Alex meekly did as she was told and approached her taskmaster with an air of trepidation. When Alex got close enough she stopped and turned around in front of her tutor. Feeling intimidated by the aura of command coming from the older woman, Alex felt a gasp of fear lodge in her throat. Alex felt ten times more vulnerable with her back to her instructor and not being able to see what was behind her. Feeling a light touch on her back, Alex drew in a breath. When the sense of contact lifted, Alex relaxed. In her relief she barely felt the sensuously slow undoing of her dresses' zipper and didn't realize that it had completed its travel until the soft flow of cool air hit her back.

"Your dress is undone, I take it you know what to do next?", asked Seductress in a low tone of voice.

"Yes ma'am.", answered Alex as her fear flared up again.

"Then do it and don't waste time."

To afraid to speak, Alex just nodded and allowed her dress to slip off of her lithe form and puddle at her feet. Lifting a foot more used to tennis shoes and soccer cleats than expensive high heeled shoes, Alex stepped away from the bundle of silk, satin, and tulle and turned to face her instructor. Too nervous to look Seductress in the eyes and very aware of her nakedness, Alex kept her face pointed at the floor and had self-consciously lifted her arms up to cover her bare breasts. The teenage spy waited for judgment from the lady of the manor.

Teresa held her breath in as she smothered the gasp of awe that fought to escape from her aquiline throat. The naked eighteen year old girl before her was exquisitely beautiful with her flawless brown sugar toned skin and demure posture. With eight years and numerous experiences on her young protégé, Teresa knew that if she was eight years younger and with both eyes, she still would never measure up to the young picture of a budding flower in front of her. It was obvious to Teresa that Anemone was completely oblivious to the effect the high heels had on her posture.

"DAMNATION!!! This girl doesn't know that right now her body is the most lethal weapon she'd ever need in this line of work. She's already tall at a firm five foot nine and with an already athletic figure from playing soccer and subtle muscles from the espionage missions she and her friends have already done for WOOHP, if Anemone were to become a true assassin, she'd be the best female assassin of all time. I can't compare to her now. Hell I couldn't compare to her in my prime. I've just been given a lump of coal to shape into the most perfect diamond in the world. Anemone is a true diamond in the rough. ", thought Teresa as she continued her observations of the younger girl.

At that instant, a flash of memory came to the twenty-six year old former assassin.

Flashback

"Twenty two year old Teresa de Aquitaine lay in bed next to her beloved as he relaxed from another mission. Sterling Focker, the six foot four inch leader of WOOHP's Snowcat assassination team, sighed as he held her close. Teresa knew that Sterling and Snowcat had been sent to observe their protégés, the fourteen year old boys of Team Foxfire and give assistance where and when it was necessary. Teresa's team, Belladonna had returned from their own mission several days previous and this was the first time she'd been able to spend with Andre in a long time. She heard the sigh and wondered what it meant.

"Sterling, is something wrong?", she asked with a tinge of concern in her voice.

Sterling chuckled as he heard the worry and concern in his companion's voice. Teresa sometimes worried too much.

"No love. Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about that kid leading Foxfire. He is just so good that he reminds me of myself when I first started. Sometimes he frightens me. Foxfire Lead either lacks emotions, or he covers them so well he seems emotionless. I know that you and the members of Belladonna have been taking a part in their training whenever you and they are on the island at the same time. And you know what, I'm not jealous about it.", answered Andre.

Teresa stiffened at his words. Their assistance in the training of Foxfire had been requested by Trigger Zero to help the boys develop skills to recognize and avoid the wiles of female enemies. The 'honeytrap' training often involved having intimate relations with the trainees but only if they failed. Teresa knew that WOOHP had several professional prostitutes on retainer to teach the trainees in many different ways of love and sex. By the time Foxfire reached their majority, they would be experts at pleasing their chosen women. Yet Teresa felt that WOOHP was destroying the boys' innocence and ruining their chances for long lasting and meaningful sexual relationships. She'd mentioned this concern to Andre on many occasions and to her surprise he'd agreed. Realizing that her lover was continuing with his answer to her question, Teresa tuned back in. Something he said caught her ears and she gave him a weird look. Andre must've been gazing at her because he answered her expressed question.

"I am happy that the leader of Foxfire was assigned to me for training. He's a lump of discarded coal and I get the honor of turning that lump of coal into a beautiful diamond. Foxfire Lead is a true diamond in the rough. I thank god everyday he's mine to train. Natasha doesn't know that assigning him to me was the best that that could happen to either of us.", answered Snowcat One.

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"An agent once referred to as a lump of coal and becoming the best of the best of all WOOHP assassins now training a new 'diamond in the rough'. Don't you see how ironic that is?"

"Come again?"

Sterling leered lovingly at his companion and the edge of Teresa's mouth quirked up in a grin. With Sterling, around she sure was going to come again, and again, and again; continuously and repeatedly.

"You insatiably evil minx!"

"I know I am!!!"

End Flashback

Now, as she glanced at her student, Teresa finally realized what Snowcat Leader was talking about as he described the leader of the new assassination team. Closing her eyes and raising her head to look up towards the heavens, Teresa sent a mental prayer to wherever the spirit of her beloved resides and hoped that he could see that the young almost emotionless fourteen year old boy had grown up into a handsome, trustworthy, and effective eighteen year old young man who was an excellent lover and would be a great catch for any woman.

"And now I believe he has found the woman D.C. is destined to spend his life with. After all those others he finally finds Ms. Right. ", mused Teresa as she continued her observance of the nude young woman in front of her.

Opening her eyes and giving the young girl a soft smile, Teresa reached down and ruffled Anemone's hair. The startled teen glanced up and into her eyes. Teresa gave her a supportive look.

"Anemone, don't be self-conscious of your body. You're beautiful; far more beautiful than I was at your age. Whoever your boyfriend is, he's lucky to have you. He'd better fight to keep you for as long as possible. Now lets go Siren and Temptress are waiting with your teammates."

Alex nodded and sat down on to slip off her shoes when Seductress told her to keep them on. Alex felt her ire start to rise as her mind took in the safety concerns about wearing high heels around a wet environment. Her protests lodged in her throat as the single eye of her instructor gazed emotionlessly at her and dared her to say anything. Together, the two women went left the bedroom.

Alex walked a step behind Seductress and to her right as they headed down the hallway towards the master bathroom. Fighting a battle to keep her temper from exploding, Alex gazed down at the carpeted floor as she followed the beautiful woman in front of her.

"Here I am stark fucking naked and wearing high heels while following my instructor, whom I believe to be a practicing dominatrix in addition to a former assassin for WOOHP. What makes it worse is that in a few minutes, Sam, Clover, and I will be sharing a bath with this woman and her psycho bitch friends. Oh Alex what the fuck have you gotten yourself into and where is your usual fire to fight such demeaning acts like the ones you've experienced. I've turned from a strong young woman into a silly simpering little girl and I can't stand it.", thought Alex as Seductress made a turn off the hallway and into a marble bathroom.

Seductress entered the bathroom she only used when training the best agents and had fond memories of the three weeks Foxfire was here on the island. Every night at least one of Foxfire shared the large marble bathtub with her. Usually it was Foxfire lead but on several occasions it was either of his two teammates. The large alabaster bathtub was big enough to fix up to eight people comfortably with enough room left over for everyone to have a little bit of space. Hearing voices up ahead, Seductress figured that Siren and Temptress were already in the tub with their pupils.

"I hope one of them lit the candles in the bathroom and opened the curtains so we can see out of the window.", mused Teresa as she pushed open the double doors leading to the tub with a slight difficulty.

Alex followed Seductress into the bathing area and stopped dead in her tracks. Like her instructor, she too had heard the voices and figured that everyone was already there. Alex wasn't expecting the tableau that awaited her arrival. Although in retrospect she should've been expecting it with all that had assailed her senses since their arrival. Like the suite she was sharing with her friends, the master bathroom on the fourth floor was over the top in a tasteful yet subtle way. With the tall candles in strategic areas around the room flickering and giving off a sweet scent and the gauzy curtains that had been pulled back to reveal a window that spanned the entire length and height of the room and from which the occupants could see the resort on the other part of the island.

The first thing Alex did when she was able to move again was stare in open mouthed fascination at the dimensions of the room itself. The next thing was call out to Clover and Sam who were both seated in the massive tub and wriggling around in some sort of pleasurable way. Clover responded first and Alex was shocked to see the glazed-over expression of satisfaction on her face.

"Oh hi Anemone, we were wondering when you'd arrive.", slurred the shorter girl.

"Come on in and join us Anemone, the water jets in this tub are powerful and relaxing.", added Sam as she moaned in pleasure again.

Alex could only stand and watch her friends. She was snapped out of her daze when Seductress smacked her in the back of the head.

"Ouch, dammit!"

"Stop staring! Get over there and help Siren!", ordered the older woman.

Alex was about to protest but she saw the fire in Seductresses' lone eye and went to follow her orders. Turning around and going in the direction indicated by the one-eyed assassin, Alex carefully made her way to the other side of the room. Already in a grumpy mood about her chosen instructor and tired of the humiliation in front of her friends, Alex turned to face the other assassin with the coldest look on her face that she could muster. The cold look disappeared when she saw Siren taking off her prosthetic leg and laying it on a well protected shelf away from the tub.

The retired assassin known as Siren, Isis Tabitha Arsenault, was pissed. Teresa had told her that her student and Carmine's student had assured her that they weren't virgins. Unfortunately, both Aphrodite and Antigone had lied and Seductress didn't know about it at the time. After dinner and when Antigone reported to her suite of rooms on the fourth floor, the tall redhead had sobered up some and confessed that she had lied about that when asked by Seductress. Siren had expected a girl who knew at least something and wouldn't have to be trained as much as Seductress' student. Now she had to start from scratch and train the young girl from the ground up. Needless to say, once Siren finished dishing out Antigone's punishment, the young girl was going to have a hard time sitting down. It was going to be even harder for the tall, full-figured girl with the slightly above average 36C cup breasts to explain the marks that now decorated her neck to her boyfriend if she had one. Looking up at the girl who was to give her a hand into the tub, Siren was caught by the beauty of the young girl and in that moment she understood why Teresa wanted to instruct the one called Anemone. The girl was incredibly beautiful. Out of the corner of her eyes, Siren saw Seductress watching her and gave her an ever so subtle nod.

"Seductress sure does know how to pick 'em!", thought the ebony skinned spy.

Across the room, Seductress watched as Anemone helped Belladonna's team sniper climb into the tub. It was a bit awkward at first with Anemone trying to not notice the abrupt cut off just below Siren's left knee. Hearing a noise behind her, Teresa turned around and found Temptress shaking out a match. The light platinum blond answered the question that was expressed by Teresa's eye.

"Yes, the candles are lit and the stereo is keyed up to start when you're ready. Do you think these girls can safely deal with what you've got planned here?", asked Temptress quietly.

"Carmine, they will have to be able to deal with this. Otherwise sending them out after the Tortoise with Foxfire is a sure suicide mission for them.

My job is to get them trained to the point where they actually have a better than fifty percent chance of survival. Even with them teamed up with Foxfire, I still worry. Foxfire lead reminds too much of Snowcat lead. In more ways than one.", returned Teresa just as quietly.

Carmine frowned as she watched her one-eyed friend start making her way across the room towards the tub. Lowering her eyes to Teresa's bare legs as she sensually stalked across the room in all her naked glory and on those heels, Carmine remembered back to when the three of them used to practice seducing each other in this very bathroom while they were undergoing mission or remedial training. More often times than not the pseudo seduction attempts turned real and inevitably, they ended up in bed practicing their more advanced skills of pleasure with each other. Bringing herself back to the present, Temptress shifted her eyes to Seductress' student as she helped Siren into the tub.

"That girl has potential. No wonder Teresa wanted to train her herself.", thought Temptress.

Carmine's attitude changed as she gazed at the blond girl already sitting in the tub and gyrating to the pleasurable senses generated by the pulsating water jet. Carmine had taken great joy in breaking Aphrodite's tenacious stubbornness after finding out the girl had lied about her sexual activeness. Carmine hoped that Vixen wouldn't be too put off by the ripped sheets. Aphrodite had sure been a wild one. Putting her thoughts aside, and dropping the spent match into the trashcan, Carmine Jeanette de Gyrfalcon shrugged her shoulders and went to join her friends and their students in the tub.

Alex was in a quandry, here she was standing buck naked and wearing high heels around a massively large bathtub inside of which sat her two attractive friends and three of the most beautiful women she'd ever met in her entire life. Alex's mom was considered extremely attractive but even she couldn't hold a candle to these three women. Their time as assassins had firmed their bodies to the kind of goddess-like perfection that many of the girls at Beverly High only aspired to emulate and in their retirement, it was easy to see that these women still kept in shape (Alex didn't want to know about how they kept in peak shape although the minute signs of stretch marks along Seductress' sides attested to something she would prefer not to think about). Reaching down to again slip off her shoes, Alex halted when the voice of her instructor whipcracked across the room and told her to leave the shoes on. Looking on in consternation, Alex was treated to an astounding site as both Clover and Sam giggled in pleasure and each lifted one leg out of the water to display the heeled shoes they'd worn to dinner. Shrugging her shoulders and praying that the shoes didn't get too damaged, Alex climbed in to the tub.

Besides, she really liked those shoes.

Once she had gotten situated in one of the built in seats of the tub, Alex started to relax a bit as the warm water flowed over her body. The heat from the water worked its magic and the scent of lilacs floated through the room. Alex sighed in relief as the let her major worries drift away. She was doing fine till somebody activated the pulsating water jets in her seat and the soothing pulse splashed directly on her most sensitive folds. Alex yipped in surprise until she realized what was going on. She now knew why Clover and Sam looked so pleased.

Seductress gazed at her charge as she sat with her eyes closed at the water jets did what they were built to do and smirked at Anemone's response. If she felt satisfied now, Anemone was in for an even more erotic surprise when the aphrodisiac molded into the candles began to take effect. Seductress couldn't wait to see Anemone's reaction to that. As with everything that occurred in her mansion, the water jet bubble bath was a test of stamina and endurance. Antigone and Aphrodite had already demonstrated considerable amounts of both. The redhead and the blond had surprised Siren and Temptress respectively as they had held out for quite awhile and that had mollified the two retired assassins after they'd found out that the pair had lied to Seductress about their sexual activeness.

The twenty-six year old instructor used a waterproof control panel built into the side of the tub to activate the stereo system and dim the lights until the low lights complemented the halos of light from the flickering candles. Pressing another button, Seductress programmed the computer controlled stereo to take command of the dim lights and alter their lighting in time with the music as it poured out of the hidden and waterproof speakers. Another switch changed the lights embedded in the bottom of the tub to alter their colors as the music played and outlined the six women from beneath. The effect was a beautiful display of lights and sound that all complemented the relaxed attitude. As their students relaxed further into bliss, the members of Belladonna observed and learned many things about their charges. Not doing anything but listening to the chatter of Ice Dancer except when asked a direct question or requested to contribute to the discussion, the three assassins silently communed in their fellowship from times past.

When Seductress was reasonably sure that Anemone, Antigone, and Aphrodite had been lulled deep enough into a sense of ease, she caught the eyes of her two friends and shifted her eyes at the lone switch that had yet to be flipped. Siren and Temptress nodded and waited for what was sure to happen. Before the disastrous rescue mission gone awry, Belladonna had been caught out almost every time they'd been in the tub and that switch was flipped. Even when they were expecting it, it still caught them by surprise.

Seductress lifted a hand out of the water and reached over to activate the extra special feature designed into the tub and goaded herself for what was coming. Impressed with Anemone's stamina so far, Seductress expected Anemone's reaction to this to be nothing short of spectacular. The one-eyed assassin flipped the switch.

Alex had been impressed by everything going on in the tub and was at the moment listening in to Clover and Sam's chatter as she relaxed and had completely forgotten about the other women in the tub. The feeling of the water jet against her insides had done things to her that had to be experienced to be believed. The teen felt her body at first rebel at the invasion but then it accepted it and the steady pulses calmed her even more. In the back of Alex's mind she felt something slowly starting to build within her but her internal controls clamped down on it and shunted it aside for the moment. Opening her eyes and drawing herself back into the conversation, Alex allowed a small grin to lift her lips in a semi-smile. Alex asked Clover if she was missing Sean at this moment.

"Oh yeah, I'm missing him and wishing he was here enjoying this with me. The things we could do in a tub this size and with a sound system like this. I've already convinced myself to find out who designed and built this tub and see if they can have one installed at our house.", replied a breathless Clover with eyes glazed over with satisfaction and excitement.

Alex ignored the breathless part of Clover's response and grinned. She knew that Clover was always this expressive when she was excited and that made Alex feel considerably calmer. Turning to the equally breathless Sam, Alex saw that no matter what she asked, Sam was too breathless to speak as she continued to wriggle in time with the pulses of the water jet. At the moment the lights buried in the bottom of the tub shifted from a soft red to an electric blue and the bubbles dispersed enough to see to the bottom of the tub and the actual water jets. Alex wasn't too surprised to find out that the nozzle for the jets of water could be moved to pulse anywhere on her body as she saw Sam move the little handheld nozzle closer to the wisp of bright red that defined her sex. Again Alex felt her build up of ……something… but again she pushed it down.

At that precise moment, the candle wax melted and the scented aphrodisiacs molded into the tall tapers floated out into the enclosed room and started acting on its occupants. At the same time, the music changed from something slow and stimulating to something even more sexually charged and the pulsating water jets acted according to their programming. The jets went from a steady pulsating to random pulsations in time with the slow beat of the music as directed by the program activated when Seductress flipped that last switch.

Two reactions were textbook and had been expected: Sam and Clover broke into simultaneous screams and moans of pleasure as they reached their sensual climax and shuddered in pleasure. Both the blond and the redhead visibly wilted as the pleasure waves hit them till they waned. Once those waves receded to a more manageable level, Clover and Sam collapsed in on themselves with smiles of satisfaction racing across their features.

The third reaction was expected but not to the extent that they witnessed.

Alex watched with her eyes wide open as Clover and Sam reached their peak and their essence exploded from the extra stimulation. She knew what had happened to her friends but was at a loss to explain the magnitude of their climax. Curious at what had caused the reaction, Alex again felt the same feeling that had been pushing on her subconsicousness and this time it was even stronger than had ever been before. The teen started to squirm and fight the unknown pressure build up and for awhile she fought bravely. When Sam and Clover's sexual musk permeated the room, the repressed pressure within Alex expanded exponentially, she had to fight harder and her squirming and wriggling took on a new intensity. Seductress, Siren, and Temptress watched with rapt attention as they fought their own rising climaxes. The training they'd undergone over the years helped them to remain in control but only just.

Alex looked franticly about at she gripped the side of the tub with a Herculean effort that was doomed to fail. Closing her eyes and trying to reassert her control, Alex gritted her teeth as her breath exploded out in short gasps. She could hear her own moans in counterpoint to the moans from her friends and Alex threw her head back and bit her lip to quell her traitorous body. Opening her eyes to mere slits, Alex looked across the tub and saw that the three instructors were looking at her in anticipation. When she saw the look in Seductresses sole eye, Alex instinctively knew who was doing this to her and her friends and tried to snarl through gritted teeth. Alex attempted to curse and opened her mouth to form the words when another wave of passion hit and her curses of outrage were turned into a loud shriek of pleasure.

Gasping for breath and still fighting to quell the pressure of her climax, Alex pulled her hands away from the sides of the tub with an effort and attempted to hurl herself at the woman responsible for her affliction. The pressure quadrupled in its intensity as Alex moved and attempted to jam her feet against the tub bottom to get a foothold but again Alex had underestimated her instructor as the heel of her shoe made contact with the granite and the pleasurable vibrations traveled through her system and dropped Alex back into her seat, this time with her legs slightly spread and her most sensitive nub open to the new sensations flowing through the water. Grinding her teeth and attempting to rise to her feet again, Alex shifted her weight. Just as she started to rise, the stimulating music hit a crescendo and three things happened.

The lights changed from a soft green to a crisp white in response.

The computer program upped the pulses of water and slowed their speed.

The jet of water hit Alex's clitoris as the pressure changed yet again.

Alex felt the sexual pressure build up increase tenfold and knew instinctively there was no stopping her sensual explosion. Closing her eyes and regripping the side of the tub, Alex faced her climax. As it started to hit, her dark eyes jerked open and flashed a message to her instructor.

"You Bitch!"

Then the pressure Alex attempted to contain exploded with a force never before seen.

The flashing dark eyes in the pretty brown face rolled back into her head. Alex's mouth opened into a long drawn out scream of just released pleasure as her body was wracked by its release. Alex's body convulsed uncontrollably and her six senses went into overload with all the pleasurable feelings now roaring through her five foot nine inch frame and petite form. Her knees, more used to the adrenalin rush from soccer, buckled and Alex sagged towards the water. The girl managed to limply toss her shuddering and jolting body enough to take a weak hold on the side of the tub.

Still shuddering with the aftershocks, she threw her head back as another scream was ripped from her throat.

"Oh, My GAAAAAWDDDDD!!!", screamed Alex in a never before felt sense of ecstasy.

The brightly lit water clouded as Alex's essence gushed out and mingled with those of her friends. The smell of female musk already in the air intensified as Alex's scent vied with those of Clover and Sam. The fans in the room circulated the scent of arousal and it wafted into Alex's nose. That caused Alex's already overloaded senses to lift the eighteen year old to a second climactic peak within seconds and Alex felt her knees weaken again and slump into her seat as a second pleasurable wave of arousal flowed through her. Again she screamed in ecstasy and bucked with the hydrostatic pleasure waves flowing through her body.

Around the tub, the sight and smell of Alex's climax sent Clover and Sam into the stratosphere of ecstasy again. The pair was already tired from their earlier exertions (both in the rooms of their respective instructors and in the tub) that they gave into the sensations with no conscious thought. They just flowed with their bodies' natural tendency and enjoyed the pleasure ride. The pair of sexually dazed girls shifted their attention from their friend who was locked in another wave of arousal to the instructors sharing the tub with them.

Siren, Temptress, and Seductress sat and continued to fight their own arousal and knew that they were only seconds away. But they could not take their transfixed eyes off the young student as she shuddered through a third, fourth, and fifth climax in response to the second releases of her friends. Siren turned to Seductress with a glazed look on her face and mouthed something. Before Seductress could ask for a clarification the dark skinned woman gave in to her own need and started to shudder in a manner similar to that of Anemone.

Seductress fought the smile that threatened to spill out on her face as Temptress followed suit and allowed her own release to hit and overcome her own training. As she shuddered through the first stage of her explosion of ecstasy, the platinum blond turned to her one-eyed friend and opened her mouth to speak.

"You were always…gasp….able to hold…gasp ….out the longest, Teresa. I…envy…you.", Carmine breathlessly gasped out.

Teresa started to reply when she saw Carmine's eyes roll up into her head and her shuddering increase. The glazed look of satisfaction appeared and Seductress heard the breathless giggles coming from her friend. Returning her attention to her student, Teresa saw that Anemone was climaxing again and mentally tallied it up. As she did so, Teresa felt her own control loosen and knew that her own explosion of ecstasy was coming. Before she could even start the tally, Countess Teresa de Aquitaine; the Seductress of WOOHP, lost herself in the flow of passion that enveloped her and took over her body. Surrendering to the inevitable, Seductress had only one though in her mind.

"That girl has a sexual power within her that she's not even aware of. Dominic, I hope you know that you have a true diamond in your life. You will not believe the erotic power your chosen one has. I believe that your intimate life is going to take a new turn. I just hope you have the stamina to keep up with her.", thought Seductress as she allowed a higher control to take over her body and felt the first convulses of her release as her essence spilled out and mingled in the tub with the sexual essence of the other five women in the throes of ecstasy.

Before her mind shut down to allow her baser instincts to take over, Teresa wondered two things. First, did her surveillance system catch this on tape and second, should she fill a vial with Anemone's essence as it leaked down her leg and give it to Foxfire lead to show him what the love of his life is capable of. Her questions remained unanswered as she slipped into the light doze of the satiated.

Half an hour later, the six women were regaining their mental faculties and awareness. An exhausted Alex gazed over at the other five occupants and a weary smile graced her face. Clover and Sam looked at her with dazed awe and a new found respect. Sam spoke as she saw that Alex was watching them.

"My god Anemone; that was the most intense experience I've ever had. I did not know that you'd repressed your response to sensual stimulation to that extent. Damn girl that was unexpected.", stated Sam with a still legible slur to her words that was lessening as her mind started to work rationally again.

The pair heard a groan and seconds afterwards, Clover lifted her head up and gave her two friends a wry smile. Alex acknowledged the grin and turned to face her instructor. She was prepared to accept any punishment necessary for failing this exam but she wasn't expecting to see that familiar lone eye glinting in humor as she recovered.

"Anemone, don't hold yourself in like that again. It's not natural and it clouds your judgment in our line of work.", stated Seductress as she felt the full recovery of her abilities.

"I apologize for failing this exam, mistress.", said Alex with a bowed head and a resigned tone to her voice.

Seductress, Siren, and Temptress glanced at each other with incredulous looks. This girl had an orgasm that lasted that long and here she was apologizing for failing a test. What was with her? Seductress sighed and shook her head. This was something new.

"Anemone, you didn't fail this test. You actually passed it. This test was a stamina and endurance test. You lasted pretty long before giving in to your body's basic instinct. There is nothing you need to be disappointed about."

"But… but… but!!!!!", stammered Alex in confusion.

"This was to see how long you'd last under certain…stimulations. For your upcoming mission with Foxfire, it is a skill you will need in extremis. It's that difficult a mission. Now you can take those shoes off Anemone.", stated Seductress as she turned to the other two members of Ice Dancer.

Clover and Sam had regained most of their faculties and were able to follow the conversation. When they heard Seductress give Alex the go ahead to take off her heeled shoes and then saw the one-eyed instructor start to turn in their direction, they wasted no time in undoing the straps on their heels and yanking off their own shoes. Clover grimaced as she saw the water damage done to what she knew was a very expensive shoe. She was about to protest when Siren told her not to worry about them.

"Seductress will take care of them. You're get them back at the end of your training. Now pay attention it's briefing time."

Teresa waited till she had the undivided attention of Anemone, Antigone, and Aphrodite. Their rapt and serious expressions signaling that they were ready to find out what this was about. Seductress rose to her feet and climbed out of the tub and reached behind the leftmost curtain stay and pressed a hidden button. The window immediately went opaque and the girls couldn't see out of it. Curious looks passed between the three teens until a projector screen whirred silently down in front of the window. In the near complete darkness, Alex, Sam, and Clover sat in the cooling water from the tub and waited for what was coming next.

A light flashed on and the picture of a extremely handsome man in his early forties appeared on the screen.

"Anemone, Antigone, Aphrodite this is the primary target. His name is unknown to our organization so J-dawg assigned him the codename 'Tortoise'. The Tortoise is an extremely wealthy arms dealer who is reputed to be worth several billon dollars."

Clover cut in quietly, much to Seductresses' annoyance.

"I like him already!"

A loud slap rang throughout the room soon followed by Clover cursing in pain. She was about to complain when a familiar click was heard.

"Aphrodite, it would behoove you to shut the hell up otherwise your instructor will punish you severely. Now if I may continue.", Seductress said idly.

"Yes mistress.", replied Clover weakly.

"Good. Back to the briefing, as I was saying; the Tortoise is worth a lot of money. Recently this gentleman has come into possession of one of our organizations 'special' packages. You do not need to know what kind of package it is. You just need to know that there is a package. Your job, ladies is to retrieve this package and return it to WOOHP. Any questions so far?"

Sam raised a hand.

"Go ahead, Antigone."

"Pardon my ignorance milady, but why all the training to just retrieve a package and why are we teaming up with this other team?", asked Sam.

"Because Antigone, The Tortoise has this package well-hidden and we don't know where it is. As for your question relating to Foxfire, the answer will become apparent soon enough, back to the briefing. What WOOHP does know is that Tortoise came out of hiding soon after he got his hands on the package. How he got it, we don't know but we do know that in eight months in Monaco, Tortoise is offering the package for sale to the highest bidder and there is a lot of interest in that package. The latest reports we've hacked from our sister agency, Global Justice' is that the bidding war has started and has already reached into the hundreds of millions of dollars. We can't confirm much because as soon as he announced the auction and started the bidding, Tortoise crawled back into his shell and we can't get him."

"Why is Tortoise in hiding, ma'am?", asked Clover still reeling from the lightning quick slap that had ricocheted across her face.

"Because, Aphrodite, a couple of years ago WOOHP sicced the best team of assassins after his boss. They succeeded in killing his employer but missed Tortoise because the lucky sonuvabitch was late leaving the home of his latest mistress after a dalliance. Upon finding out about what happened and knowing that there would be a battle for control of his employers' empire, Tortoise killed off all of his competitors and took control. He then launched an offensive against our organization and infiltrated a mole into the DILJO Division and found out the identities of the team. Once he found out the identity of the assassination team he kidnapped the team leader and his lover. The other team members initiated a rescue but were killed in the line of duty. The leader of the team was executed with a single shot to the back of his head while he kneeled aboard Tortoises' yacht as his lover watched. Since then our organization has had a 'Shoot on site' termination order out on him but the bastard disappeared. Your job, in addition to recovering the package, is to assist Foxfire in assassinating this menace and his entire organization by any means possible.", finished Seductress with a glare.

There was a stiff silence from Alex and her friends.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, Ice Dancer, your secondary job is to kill this slimy sonuvabitch! Kill him dead! For your safety, the actual assassination will be attempted by Foxfire and you will confirm Tortoises' death. And when I say confirm, I mean you have to actually see him go down in person. If Foxfire goes down in the course of this mission, then assassinating this piece of scum becomes your primary objective. It doesn't matter who offs this bastard but by the end of this mission WOOHP, and J-dawg in particular, want this man to become worm food."

"Once our target has been eliminated, what are we to do with the body.", asked Alex.

Seductress smothered a smile as she heard the intensity in her student's voice. She knew that Anemone was ready to get this job done as quickly and cleanly as possible.

"Just you wait Anemone, you'll soon learn what kind of horror this man can inflict.", thought Seductress

"WOOHP doesn't care what happens to his corpse. We just want the murdering bastard dead.", answered Seductress.

Next to Alex, Sam was again getting a real bad feeling about this mission. There was something not quite right about how their head instructor was speaking. Wanting a bit of clarification on the target, she raised her hand again.

"What is our justification for assassinating this man? Why not bring him in for trial?"

Seductress glared at Antigone but the girl stood up to the penetrating glare of her single eye. She was about to step over and wipe the determined look off of Antigone's face for questioning orderswhen Siren quietly spoke up.

"Tell her what Tortoise did to the team leaders girlfriend and the others who participated in the rescue attempt. They have a need to know that at least and if they're smart enough they'll figure it out soon enough if they haven't already.", murmured Isis.

Teresa gritted her teeth and squeezed the remote in her hand till it almost broke. When she spoke it was in a graveyard whisper.

"So you want to know what happened to those who assisted in the rescue attempt, okay, I'll tell you. Tortoise didn't only execute Snowcat Leader in front of his lover; he cut her eye out with a knife after torturing both of them to their limits. He and his men raped and cut off the hand of another rescuer who ended up surrounded by his thugs after crashing her parachute through the glass ceiling of his yacht's saloon. The fourth member of the rescue team had her leg cut off by a fusillade of bullets from the Tortoises' men as she tried to drag her wounded friend to safety. "

A thought that had been lurking in the murky recesses of Alex's mind suddenly blazed into sudden crystal clear comprehension for her. It took her a moment to put things together. And when it did, Alex shuddered so violently that her friends became afraid for her well being. They stopped when they heard Alex whisper to herself.

"You, Seductress. You're the one whose eye he cut out. You were the lover of Snowcat's team leader. You were there. Then that means that…..", whispered Alexas the ramifications of what'd just realized became clear.

Seductress didn't allow her pride to show as she nodded her confirmation at her student's masterful deduction. However, Antigone and Aphrodite didn't understand and were clamoring for clarification. Their voices started to rise and Seductress thought for sure she was going to have to shut them up when Anemone's voice whipcracked at her team mates.

"Clover, Sam; Shut the Fuck Up!!!",

Seductress was too astonished at the venom in Anemone's voice to even catch her slip of the tongue as she referred to her friends by their real names. Aphrodite quieted, hurt by the anger shown and sulked. Antigone, to her credit, went on the offensive and yelled back.

"Gawddammit Alex. I will not shut up until you explain to me what is wrong with you! Swearing at us is so unlike you, what is your fuckin' problem, bitch!?"

Alex's chest heaved in anger as she cursed her stupidity for not seeing it earlier. The way their instructors acted at dinner, the way they girls had been treated. She whirled on her two friends like a tornado.

"Don't you get it yet, Antigone? Our instructors, Siren, Temptress, and Seductress were there at the rescue attempt. They were the ones who got hurt. Oh damnitalltohell!!", cursed Alex as she turned back to her instructor.

"Take off your eye patch, Seductress!", screamed Alex.

Seductress thought for a moment then lifted the eye patch from her left eye and showed her student the sewn together eyelid. Alex gasped in fright and turned to Siren. Siren gestured to the stump where her leg had been amputated by the bullets that stuck her and Alex's eyes went to the shelf where the prosthetic lay. Temptress took off the waterproof glove covering her own prosthesis and held it up. Alex remembered what else had happened, and collapsed back in to the tub in fear. Clover and Sam looked at their friend then at Seductress. The one eyed instructor gestured and explained what happened.

"This is where The Tortoise cut out my eye as I kneeled on the deck of his yacht with my hands tied behind my back. I watched him shoot the man I loved in the back of his head from less than two feet away. Some of his blood splashed on my shirt as the bullet exited his head through the left eye. Siren lost her leg as she pulled me to safety after the execution of Snowcat One. She took several rounds from an AK-47 through the leg. The bullets just cut her leg off right there. After she and Siren got separated from each other, Temptress stumbled into a cabin and was captured by two of Tortoises bodyguards. They dragged her to the bastard and he proceeded to rape her in front of his men. Once he was finished, he threw her to his bodyguards and they raped her as well. When they were finished, they left her for dead. Siren and I brutally killed over half of the bastard's bodyguards but he and his elite escaped before WOOHP could catch him. The worse thing about it was when Natasha arrived with the backup team; the only ones left on the yacht were us, the bodies of all three members of Snowcat, and the bodies of the criminals we'd killed. Now do you see what Anemone was trying to tell you?", Seductress asked quietly as Antigone and Aphrodite turned white as the horrors were described.

Sam watched with an ashen face as Clover jumped out of the tub and ran towards the toilet. Within seconds the sound of her retching could be heard. When she finished, there was a cold look in her eyes. Sam knew that there was a matching one in her own green orbs. The two turned to Alex, who'd struggled to her feet and they were shocked at what they saw.

Alex's soft grey irises had gone flat. Her eyes had gone so flat they looked like chips of grey granite.

And they promised death to any who got in the way of her justice.

Seductress glanced at the others members of Belladonna and nodded approvingly. This was what they needed from their students: A cohesiveness that could match and amplify the cohesiveness of Foxfire. She was about to continue with the briefing when Anemone asked in a graveyard voice.

"What reason does Foxfire have about participating in this mission?"

"Foxfire has more of a reason to succeed in this mission than you do. Snowcat trained Foxfire and were their closest friends when they first were recruited. When Trigger Zero informed them of this mission, they were ready to go right then and there. They feel as if they don't need your assistance and would prefer it if you were working backup. The boss nipped that in the bud and now the six of you will be working together on this mission. Just remember; the guys of Foxfire are the assassins. You three are to retrieve the package and confirm the death of the target. That is all. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am", three voices replied as one.

"Good, now I can continue with the briefing and detail how the six of you are pull of this mission. First off, the three of you and the three guys from Foxfire will be made to look older. As you saw by his picture, Tortoise looks to be in his early to mid forties. We don't know his true age because the bastard is extremely secretive. The six of you will be made to look like you're close to his age. We can't have you looking like teenagers on a mission this important. Our computer has analyzed your bone structure, facial features, body frame, and other necessary measurements and has come up with what you'll look like when you finally get to meet the Tortoise in person."

Seductress pressed another button on her remote and the screen split in to three to show what the computer had come up with. There were gasps around the room as computer renderings of Alex, Sam, and Clover wearing their dinner dresses appeared on the screen.

Alex gazed at her image and saw that according to the measurements listed beneath her image, she was going to gain another inch or two in height and maybe another forty pounds. The forty pounds was going to make her fuller figured as well. But the biggest change was in her face. The face that looked down at her was hers but more angular and without the baby plumpness that presently plagued her. As a side note, Alex also saw that her breasts were going to get bigger. In short, Alex was going to look like a dream walking.

Glancing at the representations of Clover and Sam, Alex saw that all three of them were going to have longer hair (with Sam's reaching nearly to her ass) and that Clover was going to be fuller figured. Sam's representation showed that Sam was going to lose a bit of her full figure but was going to more than make it up in the bust size. It looked as if Sam was gonna go from a 36C cup to almost a D cup. Alex shook her head and brought herself back to the present when she realized Seductress was calling her.

"Anemone, during this mission you will play a special part. So in order to fit in with that part, I need you to start letting your hair grow now. In eight months, it needs to be at least the length of Antigone's hair at the present time. Oh yeah, one more thing. Anemone, what's your ring size?"

It had been a week and a half of hard training on the island under the tutelage of Belladonna. Alex, Sam, and Clover, already fit due to their lifestyle had gotten fitter and firmer. Everyone at school was noticing the girls even more so than usual. The popularity polls were steadily swinging in Clover's favor but more and more people, especially boys, were beginning to notice the star player of the women's soccer team. Alex was getting more and more male admirers who'd looked past her attractiveness before. Alex realized that she liked being noticed. In fact several of the guys had asked her out but she'd steadfastly refused them and reiterated that she was no longer on the market.

Some of the more determined of her fans had ignored her rebuffs and occasionally ended up having a quiet little chat with either Tommy Kurtzmann or Sean Lyons, captain of the football team and best friend and roommate to Alex's boyfriend. Dominic knew what was going on but he didn't particular care and was enthused that Alex kept turning others down and insisting that she was his. Their relationship began to blossom even more and people began speculating about the status of their intimate relationship. Usually those who asked were politely rebuffed. If they kept up, the rebuffed even firmer. After the first or second warnings most got the idea that neither D.C. nor Alex were going to spill anything about that facet of their relationship and everything was hunky dory. As usual, there is always the one person who screws up a good thing. This one guy didn't get the hints and continued in his pursuit of Alex. One afternoon, he had a violent meeting with a locker in the gym. When no one owned up to the attack that left the poor bum with a broken nose, he reluctantly ceased his pursuit (much to the relief of his friends).

At the moment it was lunch time at Bev High and D.C. was kickin' back with a forty ounce bottle of Mountain Dew Code Red. His duffle bag sat on the floor next to their table. He was laughing at a joke that J.T. had just finished relating to him when his cell phone rang. Placing the bottle on the table and grabbing his phone from the clip on belt holster he usually kept the little flip phone on when it wasn't being used, Dominic checked the caller ID to see who it was. On the other side of the table Sean looked up from his lunch (deep dish pizza this time) when he caught D.C.'s lifted eyebrow.

"Well I'll be dammed, it's Slick! What the hell is he calling me for?", questioned D.C. as he flipped the phone open and put it against his ear.

Justin sniggered; it was a well known and documented fact that Dominic absolutely abhorred the Bluetooth wireless headset that Alex had purchased for him the other day. Alex didn't appreciate it when Dominic had to use his hands to answer his cell when they could be put to a much better use in holding her. The slight argument about the gift had ended when Alex had called Dominic an unrelenting caveman and D.C. retaliating by calling Alex a faux materialistic pain in the neck. An hour later the traded barbs had been forgotten as Justin caught the couple sneaking away from lunch for a make out session in Dominic's car. Justin remembered the looks of pure malevolence he'd received from both when he'd come casually strolling by and snapped a picture with his trusty pocket digital camera. Needless to say, Alex and Dominic weren't amused when a printed copy of the photo had somehow made its way onto the wall at both the spies' villa and the house the guys stayed at. Now Clover, Sam, and Sean knew that Alex had a penchant for very racy strapless bras and Dominic had very nimble fingers.

"Answer the phone and see what he wants knucklehead. Then you'd probably find out what he's calling for.", Sean shot back with a humorous snort.

Justin watched as Dominic showed Sean that he was number one in his book with a solemnly extended middle finger. The grin on his friends face told Sean that D.C. didn't mean it. He returned the gesture with one of his own and went back to eating. Dominic laughed again and answered the call.

"Yo Slick, what's the happs? How's the 'Lil Homie'? He's doing fine. Cool man cool. How's Red doing? She's fine, that's good. And you're right, Red is damn fine. Hope you haven't pissed her off lately. I still remember what happened last time you pissed her off. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty. How are greenie and old blue-face? You're kidding, greenie had a baby!! Congratulations for her. I bet old blue face was tickled pink about it. Have they caused you guys any problems as of late? No, that's good. What about the other's? Ah, everyone is laying low while blue-face and greenie celebrate. That's good. So what made you decide to call outta the blue? Blaze, Ghost, and I are at school eating lunch right now. Slick, you'd be jealous if you came here for a visit. Our café is better than you can imagine.", answered Dominic as he leaned back in his seat.

Sean and Justin had seen the girls and were waving them over as Dominic listened to the familiar voice on the other end of the line. Standing up with his friends as Sam, Clover, and Alex approached (and ignoring Alex's perturbed gaze as she saw that his hands were busy) D.C. captured the phone between his ear and his shoulder and hugged Alex before placing a light kiss on the tip of her nose. Returning to his seat and pulling Alex down with him and situating her on his lap, Dominic continued his conversation. He lifted an eyebrow and a grin came across his face as Slick got around to the main point for his call.

"You're kidding, you and Red want us to attend y'alls homecoming game and dance next week? You're the starting running back. Cool. We'll have to see how our schedules work out and try and be there. We may miss the start of the game but we'll be there. Red's the Homecoming Queen, nice and let me guess you got elected Homecoming King. Congratulations for both of you. How's your 1050 running? Good. We'll bring ours and make it a reunion trip. Oh yeah, the guys and I will be bringing some companions along. Yeah we did. Diva will be disappointed but in the end she'll be happy for me once she meets her. Alright, we'll see you there. Did you get Red her leathers? You did, oh you naughty boy you. Hopefully her parents haven't found out or you'd be in deep trouble. Well the guys and I will have to go shopping soon. Our gf's will probably drag us out to the mall anyway. Yeah, we have to rent an SUV when we take them shopping, they buy so much stuff. Tell you what, since you're inviting us to your homecoming game and dance, why don't you come to ours. You know us, we're on the West Coast so we gonna do it in style. Ghost is the starting QB and he's dating the head cheerleader. Sounds familiar doesn't it. When you come, bring Red and Lil Homie. We gotcha faded on stuff that you'll need out here. Just bring your bike. Okay, talk to you later Slick, I'm kind of slightly neglecting somebody and she's getting angry. Stay up playa, talk to you later.", finished up Dominic as he flipped his phone shut.

Turning to his buddies and their respective girlfriends, he saw that Sean and J.T. were grinning. They had heard enough of D.C.'s side of the conversation to get the gist of the call. Justin spoke first as he held Sam when she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"So Slick is inviting us to Red and his Homecoming game and dance. And he wants us to bring the bikes, ne?", asked J.T.

"Yep, he's already got the tickets bought and is renting a hotel room for us. So all we have to bring are our own dates, our party clothes, and our bikes. He wants to make it kind of like a reunion.", answered D.C.

"Cool, we can do that. I'll talk to da boss and see about getting that time off.", stated Sean.

Dominic nodded before turning to Alex and asking her if she and her friends wanted to go. Of course the girls all said yes and Alex was really interested about whomever this 'diva' was D.C. had mentioned. If this 'diva' had some feelings for D.C. still, Alex was just going to have to disabuse her of the notion. Dominic saw Alex's eyes as they flashed and hurriedly went to head off the questions he knew were coming.

"Okay, before my darling Alex gets pissed, I'll tell you who Slick, Red, Lil Homie, and Diva are. Slick is a good friend of ours; we met him and his girlfriend near the end of the last school year while we were working. He rides a bike like us and loves to chill out. He's around our same age and is a pretty good guy when you get to know him. Red is Slick's girlfriend and you won't find a more perfectly matched couple than Slick and Red. They've known each other for years and just recently realized their feelings for each other. Lil Homie is Slick's pet. He's a naked mole rat and is cool in his own way. Diva is one of Red's best friends. She and I had a couple of dates while we were there. Well Slick just invited us to his homecoming game and dance. One thing though, we'll be visiting a smaller city and you'll have to try not to show Red and her friends a sense of superiority, so no fancy and expensive dresses, k?"

Clover was about to protest when Sam trounced on her foot and Alex shot her an evil glare. Sam spoke up when the moment had passed.

"Okay, D.C., we're in. When do we leave?"

"Friday after next, Sam is when we'll leave. If I can swing it, I'll get Slick to supply us with his girlfriend's sizes and you can find her a dress. I think Red and Slick will appreciate the gesture. One more thing, I invited Slick and Red to our homecoming game and dance the following week. When they arrive I would like the three of you to take her out on the town."

Sam nodded at Dominics' kindness as he continued talking the visit from their fried and was glad that by then her, Alex, and Clover would be finished with their training on the island. At least once it was finished; Sam could put some of her memories of the training in a nice safe private corner of her mind and keep Justin from finding out about them. Their actions from this morning would definitely go in that box.

"This time we woke up in our rooms, naked and curiously well-rested again. Only this time the Seductress was in my bed, Siren was in Alex's bed, and Temptress was in Clover's bed. What is going on during those hours I'm asleep. I thought it was unnerving those first few mornings when we woke up with our instructors all in the same bed." , thought Sam as she leaned her head against Justin's shoulder.

Like Sam, Alex was thinking about this morning, however, Alex was thinking more about the workout she received as a punishment for some sort of slight she'd inadvertently muttered to herself. Her butt was still sore from that and she was hoping Dominic wouldn't noticed how pleasingly uncomfortable it was for her as she squirmed around on D.C.'s lap. Alex couldn't help but feel what her wriggling was doing for Dominic but she was happy he was trying to play it off.

"Dammit, Temptress why'd you have to use the paddle on me, that hurt dammit!!! Training us that pain could be a pleasure in some circumstances. Bah, I think she just wanted to see how I'd react to that stimulus. Oh this training is getting on my nerves. Granted, it is giving me ideas when I decide to seduce D.C. At least I'm getting a great body from some of the more 'strenuous' training. Thank you Seductress for 'suggesting' I start wearing those one-piece body suits she prefers. They're stylish enough to wear by themselves and they can be coordinated with anything in my closet.", reconciled Alex mentally as she thought about the dresser drawer full of the bodysuits she'd been almost forced to buy.

Alex also thought about the several bodysuits that were in the washer at their villa, but squelched the thoughts about what caused them to be dirty. Unlike Clover and Sam, Alex was still nervous about the sensual power her body had. Whereas Clover and Sam reveled in their new sensuality and often tried new seduction techniques on Sean and J.T. while they were at school-much to Mandy's increasing ire-Alex kept what she learned to herself. There would be a time and a-more private-place for those acts later.

While Alex was thinking those poisonous-yet alluring-thoughts, Dominic was mentally frowning as he felt her wriggle around. Granted it was pleasurable and quite enjoyable (the fact that it was having a strong reaction from him was a definite bonus), it struck him as somewhat familiar and he was trying to figure out where he had seen that kind of squirming before. It was on the brink of his recollection when he felt Alex suddenly stiffen up and halt her movements. Concerned, Dominic leaned his head down and questioned Alex about her actions. Before he could ask, Alex stiffly turned around and grabbed his head and pulled him down to where she could mutter into his ear.

"D.C., please tell me you have a jacket or sweater on you, I need to borrow it right now!", exclaimed Alex quietly.

"Yeah, I have my sweater but why do you need it now?", asked a curious D.C.

"Don't ask, just gimme your fucking sweater. I have a slight problem and I'd rather not the entire student body find out, okay"

Dominic was about out to ask what kind of problem it was when he suddenly became aware of a musk-like smell wafting into the air and a damp spot on his jeans was readily becoming apparent. D.C.'s eyebrows lifted up in an expression of perturbed realization as he saw the sheepish and demure look on Alex's face.

"Aw damn, Alex again? What's been going on? Ever since last week, this has been happening. You told me then that you were alright and you're just reacting to a new change in your life. But this is the seventh time since then and the second time this week this has happened. At least the other time you were in the locker room after P.E. If Sam hadn't told me about it later that day I wouldn't have known.", griped D.C. (although he was secretly delighted that he could bring out that reaction in her by just his proximity. He correctly guessed that if he mentioned that little tidbit of information, he'd been in pain for a couple of hours).

"Thanks a lot Sam! For passing that information on when you should've kept it to yourself. And y'all talk about me being a loudmouth.", bristled Alex as she cast a baleful look in the direction of her red-headed friend.

D.C. shook his head at the hostility evident in his girlfriend's voice as she quietly berated Sam and Clover for their lapse in spilling confidential friendship information. Dominic just considered it a feminine variation on the code of Brotherhood and Wingmanship he and his buddies shared. Bringing his attention back as Alex again grabbed his head and whispered in his ear, Dominic listened to what she had to say. Deciding on the spot that there was a way he could deal with this, D.C. grabbed Alex's hand and pulled her up as he stood. Alex was shocked but grateful that he kept his body interspaced between her and the rest of the cafeteria occupants. She was more shocked when D.C. told their friends that they were leaving to take care of this 'problem'. Dominic also asked the group to pick up their homework assignments and bring them home. Clover and Sam tried to protest but they were overridden by Justin's 'Okay amigo' as D.C. and Alex left the lunchroom with D.C.'s favorite sweater tied around her waist to hide what they knew was there.

Clover tried to turn on Sean and berate him for his highhandedness but he held up a finger and waited for the familiar sound that would signify it was safe to talk. Soon the sound of the abuse suffered by a set of new 18 inch Kumho ECSTA ASX tires over the roar of a twin-turbo charged 2.5 liter six cylinder engine of a right hand drive Mitsubishi FTO became readily apparent as Dominic put his boot to it. Within seconds after pulling out of the student parking lot, Sean and J.T. could hear it each time D.C. changed a gear as the tires chirped to protest the abuse. When the music to his ears faded, Sean finally allowed Clover to cuss him out. As she did, Sean caught the big grin on Tommy Kurtzmann's face and subtle thumbs up as he recognized the sound of abused tires. Even Mandy (sitting next to Tommy but out of Clover's line of sight) grinned. Sean didn't know if Mandy's grin was for the abuse being heaped on Sean by her rival or the fading sound of abused tires. When Clover ran out of steam, Sean took her in his arms and held her close.

"Don't worry Clover. D.C. knows what he's doing. He's going to try and help her. However I suggest you tread quietly around the house when you make it home.", commented Sean.

He stifled Clover's protest with a kiss as she realized what he meant.

A few hours later, Sam and Clover (having left their boyfriends at school after cheerleading, football practice, and basketball tryouts) quietly made their way through their villa upstairs to Alex's room. At the top of the steps, the familiar smell of arousal faintly permeated the second floor. As they moved closer to their friends' room, the scent increased in strength. When they quietly edged open the door, Sam and Clover were greeted with an amusing if somewhat romantic sight.

Dominic and Alex were still fully clothed (somewhat) and asleep in Alex's bed.

Clover gagged as the intense scent of Alex's arousal filled the room. With the window closed and nowhere to go, the smell just hung in the air, almost visible in its strength. The blonde turned to Sam in order to ask her what happened when the red head pointed to a pair of discarded panties carelessly tossed on the floor and then shifted her finger to where, Alex's bodysuit had been unsnapped to allow access to her center. Clover quickly caught on and took note of the satisfied grin on Alex's face as she nuzzled closer to a shoeless (but otherwise fully clothed) D.C. The sunlight coming through the window glinted off the evidence of Alex's essence as it dried around his mouth. Backing out of the room and quietly closing the door, Sam and Clover made their way back downstairs; opening windows the entire way to dispel the scent of feminine climax in case any friends of theirs stopped by. Two hours later, a yawning Dominic came downstairs followed by a giggling Alex as they talked about some subject or another. Both stopped as they entered the living room where Sam and Clover sat calmly reading.

"Did you have fun, Alex?", asked Sam as she flipped a page.

Alex blushed heavily and tried to stammer an answer. Sam waved it off with a smile before turning to Dominic and pleasantly asking him if he could excuse himself so they could talk. Sam mentally chortled as she saw that D.C. was having problems with his mouth.

"Gee, I wonder what caused that, Dominic?", thought Sam, not unkindly.

D.C. saw where Sam was going with her insinuations and readily agreed. Turning to Alex he offered up a wicked grin that spoke loads and kissed her passionately. Sam and Clover tried to ignore D.C.'s wandering fingers as Alex arched into the kiss and groaned against Dominic's lips before he pulled away and left her bereft of release. Sam watched D.C. toss a wave over h is shoulder to Alex before she stood up and made her way towards her friend. Seeing that the goofy grin still situated on Alex's face and the faraway look in her eyes, Sam snapped her fingers in front of Alex.

"Alex. Alex, hello, we're over here. Pay Attention!!", snapped Sam when it became obvious that Alex was away in a naughty dreamland.

"Hunh…oh…. Sam!!! What the hell!", sputtered Alex as she came around.

"First off, how many times did you come? Next, you'll have to tell us all about his 'techniques'; thirdly, did you enjoy yourself? And last but surely not least, I hope you're packed and are ready for your instructors' punishment. We're late!", stated Clover from across the room where she was closing her book and putting it away.

"Late, late for wha…. OH SHIT!!!! We're late! How late are we?", said Alex meekly.

Sam just pointed at the clock on the wall. It was nearing eight o'clock pm. They were almost two hours late. Alex became frantic as her imagination ran away with the kinds of punishment their instructors would mete out for their tardiness. Whatever Sam and Clover ended up with, it would be triple in her case. It was her fault they were late. At that moment the doorbell rang. Meekly going to see who it was (and whimpering the whole time), Alex almost fainted when she saw the familiar one-eyed gaze of her instructor. Opening the door, Alex steeled herself for what was coming.

Seductress cast a cool gaze at her pupil and in an instant knew from the remains of the goofy grin, the rumpled clothes, the partially opened blouse, and the chiming of the bodysuit snaps what her tardy student had been doing. It helped that her highly trained nose could sniff out the remnants of Anemone's activities. It also helped that she'd had the entire session videotaped. Steeling her expression into a titanium mask of painful promises, Seductress only said one thing.

"Anemone, Antigone, Aphrodite; my fellow instructors and I would appreciate it if you would join us in the car.", said Teresa before turning gracefully on one heel and walking towards the Volvo S80 limousine idling at the curb.

The three spies felt their stomachs flip flop as they watched the swirl of their head instructor's skirt as she stalked off. The blonde, the red-head, and the dark-haired teenagers cast identical looks of frightfulness and despair at each other before resigning themselves to their fate.

"Alex, get your shit and let's go, we're already in trouble. We don't need nor want to get in any more. My mind still remembers my session with the paddle the other day. I couldn't sit on my ass for six hours after that. Granted, the nightly activities that I only hazily remember helped sooth that pain but I really don't want a repeat performance.", growled Sam as she picked up her duffle bag and made her way to the door three steps behind Clover.

Alex nodded and raced back upstairs to get her own bag, ignoring the fact that her bodysuit was unsecured, her blouse was open, and her jeans weren't fitting as tight as they had been before Dominic had began his ministrations. Snatching up her bag on and turning around in one lithe, sensuous, and completely unconscious movement, Alex ran back down the stairs. Stopping only to grab her shoes and lock the door to the villa, the teen continued her sprint for the limo and damn near dove across the lap of her instructor. Like a cat, Alex rotated in midair and was able to land in the seat properly. Alex rejoiced internally when she saw that aquiline eyebrow arch in surprise. Her internal happiness reached another level when she received a rare amount of praise from Seductress.

"You're learning, Anemone. Good job."

Turning to Sam and Clover to revel in her smugness, Alex saw that the two hadn't even commented on her acrobatics. The two were too engrossed by a video playing on the monitor above the bar. Alex turned to see what was playing, correctly guessing that it was something important, only to feel her jaw drop as she heard her voice and saw her heaving body on the screen replaying the events in her bedroom from two hours before. Shock turned to anger and she whipped around to her instructor.

"Damn, he's good. What do you think Temptress, Siren?", commented Seductress as she turned to face the other members of Belladonna sitting beside her.

"On a scale of one to ten, I'll give him a 9.5, Seductress. He kept her climaxing for a good ten minutes the first time. What about you, Siren?", commented Temptress as she tapped a finger against her lip in interest.

"I'd give him a ten but he reverted to basic tongue techniques. That looses him a couple of points so I'll give him about an 8.7.", returned Siren as both her and Temptress looked at their friend in anticipation.

"He gets a perfect ten from me. Just wait till you see some of his advanced techniques later on.", replied Seductress as she watched Anemone out of the corner of her eye.

A red hot rage was coursing through Alex. A rage she hadn't felt since she almost knocked Mandy on her ass the first day Dominic had been at school. Only this time the rage was hotter and angrier. The salacious bitch and her bitch friends had been recording her and Dominic in what she thought was the privacy of her own room, a place she considered sacrosanct. And now they had the balls to rate her boyfriends' activities as if he was a piece of meat. This was the last straw! She was going to show Seductress the error of her ways even if it meant she got hurt. Alex lunged at Teresa only to stop short when she felt the gentle caress of a blade against the side of her neck right against her jugular vein. The intent behind this caress was readily apparent: if Alex continued her lunge, she was going to cut her own throat and would die drowning in her own blood in the back of a limo. Forcibly restraining herself from wildly lunging to her death, Alex returned to her position in the car as Sam and Clover shied away from the tableau. Feeling the knife remove itself from its precarious position, Alex allowed a sigh of relief. It held till Seductress spoke in a graveyard voice.

"You were seconds away from death, Anemone. If you had continued in your sorry attempt to attack me, Temptress would've slit your throat and left you to die. Yes, I had you and your boyfriend recorded. As the head instructor on the island and as your trainer for this mission, it was in my authority to do so. I showed you and your friends the video because I wanted to see how you'd react. This was another test. The first part you passed with your acrobatic jump into the limo. However, you failed the second part. You are still unable to control your anger. As you've just learned, if you don't control your anger you will die; especially in this line of work. All three of you have that problem. You feel anger and you can't control it as well as you need to. I don't know why and I don't give a rat's ass about it. But I do give a damn where the three of you are concerned. I definitely give a damn when what you do can possibly affect Foxfire. They are my star pupils and I don't want you silly ass anger management problems getting them killed and fucking things up on this mission! From this day forward if you fail to control your anger at any point of your remaining training, you will be marked. We're starting to get into some of the mission items that can AND will kill you if you don't treat them with respect. I don't have to repeat why I'm against your inclusion in this mission but I was overruled. SO far, you three show some promise but you're still a long way from good enough. I'll keep training you till I am sure that this mission has at least a 50 chance of not turning into group suicide. Right now I rate the percentage of that at only ten prevent. The three of you have a lot of hard training to go through. So I hope you're prepared.", commented Seductress severely.

"Yes ma'am", replied three voices as once.

Siren and Temptress nodded as they listened to the determination in the voices and Seductress caught it out of the corner of her eye. Leaning forward, she lifted a hand up and reached across to Alex. Alex flinched and closed her eyes as she waited for the expected slap. She was confused when instead of a stinging sensation across her cheek; she felt only the gentle caress of her instructor's hand.

"Anemone, ma cherie', didn't I tell you to not hold yourself in like that? Let your passions go, release it when you feel that pressure build up. Did I not explain to you that it clouds your judgment in our line of work? Ah, its okay, you're still learning. Anemone, nay, all of you, have your boyfriends do that to you more often. Consider it special training and an order. Now let's go, we're burning the rest of the evening and we have a lot to work on. Driver, you may take us to the pier. We'll take the boat instead of the Catalina. Have the captain and his crew start preparations to immediately cast off and head for the island once we're aboard."

"Yes mistress.", came the voice of the driver as he shifted the car into gear and pulled away from the villa.

Down the street, Dominic was lying in his room trying to remember where he'd seen movements similar to what Alex had been doing (before he helped her with that problem, of course). He'd just rolled over to sleep on it when the sound of a car moving up the streetcaught his attention. Raising himself up enough to look out the window, D.C. saw a long black limo as it glided away from the curb down the street. Watching the vehicle until it made the turn at the corner, Dominic lay back down and though nothing of it and brought his mind back to his present dilemma. Lifting a hand to his chin, D.C. felt the stickiness that represented Alex's essence. As Mr. Sandman started to overtake his consciousness, Dominic had only one thing in his mind.

"Why in the hell do I hear the music from Dre T's 'Tasty' and 'Delicious' in my mind?"

YEEESS, Chapter Three is COMPLETE!!!!!

I finally finished 'Agents and Operatives' Chapter Three after a totally odd beginning. For all of my fans who are wondering what in Hades I'm talking about, I'll explain. You see, when I first started writing this chapter, I wanted it to start in a different way. Alas as you have probably just read, it didn't start out the way I originally wanted it too. I don't know how you're going to like the start but I hope you do. Even though it's not exactly how I wanted to start this chapter, eh it works for me.

Well now that this chapter has finished I can finally start on Chapter Four. In Chapter Four, things are going to take a turn. Some of you have already figured out who the cameo characters are that I mentioned (in a roundabout way of course) late in this chapter. I may have them appear in Chap.4 or I may just make a passing mention. You're also going to-possibly-find out about D.C.'s family.

As you can probably tell from the mention of the new Robotech DVD (Robotech: The Shadow Chronicles), I am a Robotech fan; a big one in fact. I'm partial to the KhyronxAzonia pairing. But I digress. To those who a re curious about whether or not I am a member of the Robotech site, yes I am a member of I post on the discussion boards under the same name as I post my stories here.

In other news, both "Sylvia's Solitary Soldier, Chapter 5' and "Area 88: Return of the Razgriz, Chapter 3' are both only a few pages away from completion and posting. Chapter 5 of 'SSS' is a kind of filler chapter; I had wanted to add more to it but I felt that I needed to get back to the main story quick, fast, and in a hurry. In Chapter 6, I'll touch on some of the things that I was planning on mentioning in the latter part of chapter 5, but since it's nearly September and I had originally aimed to have chapter 5 out by May at the latest…..well, you can see that I'm extremely behind schedule.

'Area 88: Return of the Razgriz' is still sailing along smoothly. I hate to say this but Chapter 3 is going to be a tad bit longer than I had anticipated. I got caught up in my efforts (a three hour, non-stop, session at my computer one off day where my stories were all I concentrated on) and by the time I finished that stretch of inspired writing, I had added about another five pages of stuff that-at first- I thought I didn't need but which soon became obvious to me that helped the storyline flow along. I'll address those concerns in my end of chapter author's notes for that story when I finish that chapter.

As for my other stories, they're all still moving along. For you Robotech fans I've been teasing by mentioning a Ben Dixon/Seloy Deparra story; guess what: I started it and am slowly working on it when I can. That's all I'm mentioning about it right now but when I do let more info slip, you'll know it.

One thing about these three chapters for T.S: A & O, if my chosen formatting had been passed through when I posted, my fans would probably see that my chapter titles are each in a different color.: chapter one's title was green, chapter two's title is red, while the title of this chapter is yellow. If you can figure out how the title colors I mention are analogous to the characters, I'll give you a small cameo in the next chapter of 'Agents and Operatives' (first one to mention the tie-in winsJ).

Next chapter, one of the guys is going to figure out the secret the girls are keeping from them. There will also be a (possible) cameo by a familiar hyperactive, knuckleheaded ninja, and his main squeeze. When their secret is found out, how will the girls react? Their first mission as assassins is coming up, how will they perform? Will they succeed or will they fail? Find out next chapter.

To all those who reviewed and are still reading this story despite the length of the chapters, I thank you and hope you keep sending me reviews.

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Knightewolfe is out for now!

Knightewolfe's Lair

14 August 2007