Young Miss Moneypenny Ch. 02

Note- My next entry in my imagined version of a young Miss Moneypenny. I do not claim ownership of the James Bond movie franchise nor the Ian Fleming foundation. This is just my homage to both. Lois Maxwell as Moneypenny and Sean as Bond naturally. No one does it better.

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London, 1951.

"A little fresh aren't you, Mister Bond?"

Jane slapped Bond's hand from her right knee as he fumbled for the gear shift. She could hear the powder room girls in her mind laying bets on how long it would take the office Casanova to get her into bed.

"Sorry Moneypenny. A slip of the hand."

The good looking man flashed her a smile as they motored off in his pride and joy, a two seat Bentley Mark Two Continental in battleship grey. Earlier at eight he had arrived outside her apartment building in South Kensington and sounded the horn. When she breezed down the stairs he already had the car door open for her to get in. With a medium build and a shock of black hair he looked impeccable in a dark charcoal single breasted suit and appeared to be the perfect gentleman. He turned the starter motor and sped off and she found herself looking at his clean shaven face and noticeable scar.

"Nice outfit." He commented.

Indeed Jane was satisfied with her choice of a slender off the shoulder tube gown with the narrow belt at the waist. The blue gown had a full skirt at her back which counterbalanced the deep plunging V neckline in front.

"Breasts should be pushed up and spotlighted, waists pared down and hips curved."

Loelia Ponsonby's advice could be heard in her head as she and Bond drove through West London. Jane had visited her usual hairdresser and had her short curls trimmed a little so that her medium cut shaped her attractive face. Intent on making the very best impression on her first mission in the field she was determined to keep the handsome womanizer at arms length. They arrived at the Veeraswamy restaurant in Regent Street in good time and Bond stayed in the car as Jane got out.

"Well, good luck and all that." Said he with a wave of the hand.

"Thanks." Thought Jane. I'm going to need it.

She took a deep breath and entered the large room and was instantly taken by the grand décor. Decorated in a 1920's style the place was the oldest Indian restaurant in the country. Already busy, Jane blinked under soft lighting as she scoured the room for her date.

"There you are, and what a pretty picture you make!"

Jane smiled weakly as Lady Rushmore steered her to the bar like a sacrificial lamb.

"Good evening my Lady. What a grand place you have chosen."

"Not at all. Have a pink gin. Bartender!"

x

"Lady Rushmore, aged thirty, widow of the late Foreign Secretary Lord Rushmore."

M looked hard at Moneypenny as he sucked on his ancient pipe. It had been only three days ago that Jane had sat with the head of the British Secret Service in his not too shabby office in the tall building close to St. James station. Jane opened the manila folder with the title 'For Your Eyes Only' she had been handed and looked at a photograph of an attractive brunette of the said woman.

"Rushmore was a first rate Secretary and knew every dirty political secret in the last five years. Since he died a year ago Lady Mary has been pressured to write his memoirs by an independent writer who we know is in fact named Himmel, a Communist sympathiser from West Germany. Mary travelled everywhere with her husband and presumably knows everything he did. She must be stopped and I want you to do it."

Jane had visibly blanched at the news. During the last six months since joining the 'Firm' she had impressed all her trainers and had come along in leaps and bounds. This morning she had been summoned to meet M and his stern secretary had hurried Jane into his office post haste. A mix of excitement and trepidation made her quite giddy as she sat opposite the 'old man.'

"But why me, Sir?"

She looked at her chief, known only by his initial 'M' as he relit his pipe with several puffs of air.

"Despite her apparent happy marriage Lady Mary harboured bi-sexual tendencies and had enjoyed several relationships with other females in recent years. You are just her type I am reliably informed."

Heavens! Is M asking me to sleep with a woman? This was new and quite unexpected.

"How shall I stop her?"

"I'll leave that to you. Blackmail? See what you can dig up. Seduce her if needed. But she must not publish. You'll find her address in the folder. That will be all. Oh, and Bond will be at your service if you so wish to use him."

"Sir."

Moneypenny left the office, a hundred thoughts careering through her head.

x

Jane spent hour after hour reading the file and decided the best option within her means was to come straight out and confront Her Ladyship. She hoped that common sense might prevail and there would be no need for other action. She made an appointment with Lady Mary over the telephone, describing herself as someone from the Ministry, and duly arrived two days later at a modest townhouse in rural Kent.

"Miss Moneypenny? Do come in."

"Thank you, Lady Rushmore."

The door had been opened by a tallish woman with a medium hairstyle, midi dress and a pearl necklace.

"May I take your coat? And please, do sit down."

"You're very kind."

Jane sat on a plush sofa and Lady Mary did so across from her in a matching armchair. As Jane crossed her long legs her nylons made an audible swish and two blue eyes stared directly at her well shaped pins.

"How can I be of assistance? You're here in some official capacity I understand."

"I'll be perfectly blunt my Lady. And bear in mind if you choose not to co operate they may well send others who might not be as polite as I."

"They Miss Moneypenny?"

"Yes, Members of Parliament, various Ambassadors and the Secret Service."

"Good Lord! Is this to do with my newspaper article? Am I so important?"

"Could be. This Himmel. What has he asked of you? Your husband's line of work presumably."

"Mister Himmel has hinted of such information, yes."

"Including the Anglo American attack plans in the event of nuclear war with Russia?"

"What?"

Mary stood up, her hand in her mouth.

"How on earth do you know about that?"

"It matters not. The point is that YOU know about the plans."

"I would never divulge such secrets obviously. I love my country."

"Oh, but Lady Rushmore. You just did. To me. We have only just met and yet I have heard you speak of things that we are not meant to know. Will you drop the story?"

Mary bit her nails as she paced the floor. She glanced at Jane now and again as she did so, her eyes lingering on her slender legs.

"Let me mull it over. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I am."

"Then let me take you out to dinner and I shall tell you of my decision then."

Jane stood and took her coat as Mary ushered her out.

"Very well, I accept. Tomorrow at eight then."

Jane smiled to herself, pleased with the promising progress so far accomplished.

x

The two women enjoyed a splendid meal of chicken tikka masala.

"My late husband loved this restaurant and especially this dish. Do you like Indian food?"

"Well, this is delicious. What's in it?"

"Chunks of roasted and marinated chicken in a spiced curry sauce. The orange colour is from the tomato, ginger and yoghurt."

"I suppose you miss his Lordship terribly."

Jane took another bite of chicken and swallowed as she watched her dinner companion shrug.

"Of course. We were very well off and I do love being rich. That's why when I was offered five thousand pounds for the newspaper article I accepted. But as for companionship I must admit Phillip and I never slept together for a rather considerable time. You see Jane, I am of the other persuasion so to speak."

"Oh? How is that?"

Jane already knew the answer but played along for the record.

"I am infatuated with the fairer sex shall I say. And the younger the better. What are you? Nineteen?"

"Just turned twenty."

Jane took a sip of table water and washed down her food.

"Wonderful age, simply wonderful. I presume you have a fellow of your own?"

"Actually no. Too busy with work and such."

"Quite. You know, the waiter has been checking you out all evening."

Jane looked over at a dark skinned and bearded young man in his black and white uniform. His eyes were the darkest brown she had ever seen and his half closed lids had a come to bed quality about them. On another occasion she might very well have returned the compliment. The conversation reached a lull until Lady Rushmore sat up straight.

"I have made my decision not to write the article and have informed Mister Himmel by telephone. But there is one condition. If you choose to say no then I will be forced to reconsider."

Here comes the nailer, thought Jane.

"Go on."

"I wish to spend the night with you. Just the one and I will be satisfied. I find you most desirable. Have you ever been with another woman?"

"Never." Said Jane curtly.

"What do you say? I think you may very well enjoy the experience given the chance."

Jane stood up and straightened her gown as she looked at the woman's seductive pout. It was now or never.

"No time like the present." She said cheerily. "Shall I call a taxi?"

x

The gleeful Lady Mary and Jane returned to the pleasant country residence of Her Ladyship on the edge of the Kent County border. The small Regency manor house had seen several owners until Lord Rushmore purchased it for a pittance just after the end of the war. Jane followed the older woman inside and as soon as the door was closed she was pushed against the wall and kissed hard.

"MMM!"

Jane kissed back, hesitant initially but eager to bring about the success of her first ever mission. Lady Mary pressed closer to Jane and placed her hand on her backside and squeezed. She moved to Jane's ear and whispered in her educated accent. Jane felt the hot breath on her bare neck as a hand found its way under her gown.

"You're so hot, my dear."

Jane had her ear nibbled as her lovers hand found its way to her panties and teased her vagina through the material. As the next kiss deepened Jane parted her lips and let Mary's tongue slip in. Then Mary took her hand and led her to the stairs.

"Let's go to my bedroom."

Once inside Mary took her dress off and stood in her waist cinching high rise panties and sheer bullet bra with a double hook back closure. Her meaty legs were encased in lace top thigh highs with a tonal back seam.

"Come on dear, get naked."

Jane felt her face burn as she slipped off her tube gown and revealed her choice of foregoing a bra beneath it. Over her black panties she had a girdle garter with four stop straps to hold up her sheer black stockings.

"Come here and eat me."

Her Ladyship kicked her legs up into the air and peeled her underwear down to her feet. Jane moved onto the bed as the garment was discarded and let her hands rest on the woman's bared stomach. Mary cooed in delight as Jane let her fingertips travel in a line over the rise of her belly. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra to let her floppy breasts tumble out. Jane saw the nipples already distended and ran her lips over the left and then the right.

"That certainly does things for me."

Jane rolled her tongue around each hard nub and then gave tiny fluttery kisses that traced out each huge globe of flesh, Jane surprised herself at the audible sucking noises that she made as she pleasured the big tits.

"You're making me ever so wet."

Jane went between Mary's legs and began to lap at the insides of her thighs. Mary laid flat on her back and widened her legs and smiled when a tongue touched her moist slit. She moaned a soft sob as she put her fist in her mouth and gyrated on her rump. Jane focused on breathing as she put her face into Mary's pussy and licked up and down in a slow paced tease. She surprised herself at how quickly she had taken to pleasuring another female and at the back of her mind wondered if she had latent lesbian tendencies.

"Seems ages," she thought as she remembered.

It was just after the war ended when she had attended her debutante friend Jessica's coming out ball. At the tender age of sixteen Jane had received her first romantic kiss on that giddy night. It wouldn't be long after that she had experimented with heavy petting and eventually lost her virginity to Lionel, her first steady boyfriend. Although less than memorable it had given the naturally sexual woman a taste of what was to come.

"Keep doing that."

Jane obliged and smothered the fleshy labia under the fine pubes and speared the weeping cunt with her pointed tongue. Mary cried out as she dragged her hips up and down the sheets making them crumple under her bottom. The motion meant that she seemed to fuck herself on Jane's lips and tongue, smearing them with her love juices as she did so.

"So nice, so good."

Jane flattened herself on her belly and continued her task. The scent of the woman's sex, the feel of soft female flesh and the pulsing pussy in her face was beginning to give Jane an unexpected arousal. She didn't let up and grabbed Mary's thighs in her arms and lifted the woman up so she could burrow deeper inside her.

"Jane, oh Jane yes!"

Jane went into overdrive on the erect clitoris and Mary grabbed her by the hair as she came hard.

"Heavens! What a glorious orgasm! You're a natural."

Mary lifted herself up onto her elbows and looked down at her sopping mound.

"Will you just LOOK at that! Your face appears somewhat sticky, my dear. Go freshen up. The bathroom is there.

Jane nodded and excused herself and attended to her toilet. That was so hot, she thought. Different thoughts ran through her head as she considered her next move. She stripped off in front of the bathroom mirror and gasped as the cool air hit her sensitive nipples. Her muff tingled with anticipation and was evidently slick with sexual excitement. When she returned Mary was still on the bed, sprawled out on the sheets, her boobs heavy and her body shining with sweat.

"Jane, why you're naked. I must say your tits are quite spectacular.

Jane was particularly proud of her jutting breasts and also her smooth and long legs that gave Mary a tantalising glimpse of the trim cleft between her upper thighs. Moisture had gathered there and she just gad to cup her pussy mound or burst.

"Make love to me."

"Music to my ears. I'm so glad you persuaded me to drop that silly article for the paper."

Jane laid on the bed beside Mary who flipped over and lowered herself atop of her, belly on belly, tits on tits. Jane squeezed the plump cheeks of Mary's bottom as her tits were kissed and smothered in drool. She arched her back and pushed her hips up into Mary. Great shudders ran down Jane's spine as her nipples were suckled and flicked. Her belly fluttered as their pussy mounds rubbed on each others.

"I...had...no...idea!"

Jane had not been so turned on in a long time and would never have dreamed that another female would be the one responsible. She felt her lover scoot down and place her head between her open legs. Two hands gripped her at the thigh as Mary licked and nibbled Jane's muff with luxurious concentration for several minutes. Jane sighed as a finger slipped inside her entrance and her cunt was probed and stretched. Perspiration poured from her as her legs stiffened from the focused teasing and her juices soaked the sheets.

"Am...am I what you wanted?" Said Jane in a croaky voice.

"Mm, hmm."

Mumbled Mary as she tongued Jane's clit enthusiastically. Rivers of perspiration ran down Jane's breasts and settled in her navel. She brought her legs up and clenched them around Mary's head, drawing her in tight. With a steady rhythm that came from experience Mary increased the rate of her lapping and Jane thought that there was a distinct possibility that her nipples would explode!

"I don't believe it!"

Dizzy with her wanton lust Jane could only lie there as her clit was systematically rolled, nipped, nibbled and smeared with spit. She was shocked when Mary began slapping her cunt with the palm of her right hand. Smack, smack, smack. The sound of the pussy spanking were quite loud as Jane writhed on her back.

"Bad woman, bad, bad woman!"

Again and again came the smacks and Jane groaned as her pussy became sopping wet. And when Mary blew hot air on her cunt followed by a maddening burst of cold with her pursed lips Jane felt her orgasm thunder through her like never before. They both collapsed on their backs, Mary's left leg over Jane's right and their hard nipples pointing up to the ceiling.

"That was amazing."

"I know."

Jane laughed as she melted into Mary's arms and explored her mouth with hers.

"My turn again, I think."

Mary pushed Jane back and climbed up and slide herself between her legs until their pussies met. Mary started to move her hips up and down and Jane joined in and moved hers from left to right. Their juices mixed as they ground together and both women pushed with determined thrusts. Then Mary removed her legs from Jane's and mounted her face.

"I'm almost there, lick me, lick me."

Jane moaned and went to work with her tongue on Mary's gyrating cunt. Her fluids flowed into Jane's mouth as Mary humped up and down with a reckless abandon.

"So good. Are you having fun?"

Jane's reply was muffled as she licked the pussy on her face. Her hair matted to her head and her forehead glowed with sweat. Ever more confident she began to finger Mary's anus which sent her into a frenzy of yelps.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her body shook as her orgasm took hold and she gnawed on her fist as Jane left her tongue firmly embedded inside her muff.

"Splendid show, bravo!"

Both women jerked up to observe a tall man clad all in black and pointing a German Luger at the naked women.

"Himmel! What is the meaning of this! Get out of my house this instant."

So this was Himmel, thought Jane as she desperately tried to evaluate the situation. In a futile gesture the women tried to hide their modesty with the bed covers as the intruder paced the bedroom.

"A bit too late for modesty. I observed your fun and games hidden away in your closet. Ah, Lady Rushmore and companion. Such a pity you chose to refuse our generous offer. I presume the British Secret Service advised you to rescind. Perhaps the young filly beside you is a secret agent with instructions to silence you. Well, I am here to silence the pair of you."

"But why?" Asked Moneypenny in a bold voice.

"Certainly. If you are both killed, who will be blamed? Not the East. We very much want you alive to disclose Anglo American secrets. No, the West have the motive for your death and the British Secret Service will take the blame. There will be news stories, questions in the House of Commons and the United States will take great umbrage, Oh yes, this is going to turn out better than we hoped."

Lady Mary flinched as the fair haired man adjusted his clear lens spectacles and raised his gun.

"Evening."

All three turned to the open window as a dark figure looked out from behind the net curtains. There came three muffled sounds and Himmel dropped to the floor and remained motionless.

"You took your bloody time!"

Said Jane to James Bond as he climbed through the window and removed the silencer from the end of his Berretta pistol.

"I tailed him all the way from Bayswater to Kent. I knew he would end up here though."

He peered through the silencer and blew down it,

"You know this man?" Asked Lady Mary.

"Yes, he's with me."

"Moneypenny. Get yourself and Lady Rushmore away from here so that I can dispose of the body. Time is of the essence."

As both women padded naked to the bathroom Bond checked out Jane's attractive rear with the pert and lifted cheeks. He gave a wry smile and then examined the dead body of the German. Three neat holes all around the heart. Quite satisfactory. He checked the mans pulse to make certain and then went to the bed and dragged off one of the sheets.