Electra wasn't just any spy. She specialized in distracting the guards with outrageous sex...and she was extremely good at her job!
Electra briskly pulled a rumpled white prison-issue bathrobe from her sturdy black backpack. Her form-fitting jumpsuit vanished into the pack’s depths, and her weapon-studded shoes followed. Naked, she nimbly stretched her arms into the night sky until her spine popped. Then she tugged the robe on, flattened her pack, and shoved it under the nearest bush.
Gizmo’s newest invention, a pair of light-gathering contact lenses, made the darkness glow with an eerie red light. To her, the black backpack shone through the leaves like a neon sign, screaming danger! to her heightened senses.
She forced herself to relax. None of the guards would be able to see it, unless they reached right under the bush and snatched it into view. And if she did her job well, they’d have no reason to suspect treachery until she and her team were already far away.
Her teammates were breathlessly waiting for her to stagger into the light, and start distracting the guards. Icy-hot tingles raced up and down her spine, as they always did in that final moment before she made her first move.
One last quick check...her hair was properly tousled, her well-curved body was naked beneath the loose, shabby robe she’d twitched half-open. The subtlest trace of a potent aphrodisiacal perfume wafted from her damp skin. She was no more immune to its powerful effect than her intended victims would be. A hot surge of excitement raced through her belly as she took a deep breath, and felt its heady tendrils weave into her brain.
Like a pale ghost, she flitted across the wide yard, keeping to the shadows until she’d reached a break in the bushes where she could casually meander into view.
“Halt! Who goes there?”
The rough, threatening command sent new chills through Electra’s tingling body. She’d been seen. Time to go into action...the kind of action she loved best!