Cashmere - Starring Agent XXX and Sex Panther + Guests



  • Part One:

    How long had it been now? She often managed to lose track of time these days. To be honest her life seemed to blur into one big mass of colours whenever she tried to make sense of it all. Her past, her present and her future. None of it seemed real any more. Just a trick of her imagination. A vivid illusion softened by the reality of life in the mundane.

    It was at least two years since she had returned to life as a muggle as the Kandyman had put it, with a smile and a big cuddle. He'd held her for just a few seconds longer than would have been the polite norm, before letting her go and smoothing the lock of blonde hair away from her forehead with his hand.

    She'd gazed into his eyes and smiled a sad, tear filled smile before turning on her heels and walking out of the office building that blended in with it's city surroundings so well. Certainly well enough for the thousands of office workers who passed by each and every day not to realise that it was the hub of mainland British security operations.

    She'd wandered the streets of London that warm September evening, sat for a while outside a bar, just people watching. Trying desperately to come to terms with what she had needed to do.

    It was true you never really left the service once you were a Kandygirl, but Triple X had been there almost from the beginning. She'd done the rigorous training course alongside The Body, High-Kix and Jessica. She'd fought her way through the best the Royal Marines could muster. She'd battled past the toughest soldiers of The Parachute Regiment and outsmarted the battle hardened soldiers of 22 Regiment, The S.A.S.

    She'd baffled the intelligence Officers of M.I.5 and resisted the seasoned interrogators of M.I.6. After that the meat heads of Special Branch and the bully boys of The Flying Squad had been a light relief.

    But she knew she would never have survived if it wasn't for her mentor, AJ. God how she missed her friend. Kix kept her focussed, with her dedication to the cause and her unrelenting spirit.
    Jessica kept her balanced with her determination to have a bloody good time and to hell with the consequences attitude. At least she did before…....well, she didn't really like to dwell on the details any more. There but for the grace of God, the rest of them had said when the full horror of Jessica's betrayal had become clear.

    The Body kept her grounded, if by no other influence than her love of a practical joke. And XXX had often been the butt of those throughout their training. But she gave as good as she got and that was why The Body had bonded with her at a very close level. This made thing all the more harder when her friend was posted overseas. Officially it was a temporary assignment. But she had known full well that there was a deeper, underlying problem involved in The Body's sudden reassignment.

    But AJ, well AJ kept her sane. She had been the original, the first Kandygirl. She was an icon. A hero. Just the rumour of her deployment on the battlefield was enough to make armies of ruthless mercenaries drop their Kalashnikov's and run for the hills.

    And AJ had helped her, just as she had helped all the girls through thoses tough months of training and honing her skills. You see Triple XXX had never really seen where she fitted in to the organisation. The Body, well that was obvious. She had a punch on her that would have bought down masonry. High-Kix, it was all in the name really. She had once seen kix knock three men out with one spin kick. They deserved it though. Bloody Leeds fans.

    And Jessica had a mystique about her, that made it all the more easy to draw a victim in to her web, before despatching him without even raising a glow, let alone a sweat.

    But XXX had always wondered where she fitted into the puzzle. She could kick and she could punch but it was obvious she didn't have the speed or ability of Hi-Kix or the others. It had been AJ who made her realise that her strength lay in her cat like agility, her graceful elegance and her god given ability to smother someone to death without always meaning or trying to.

    And XXX had used that confidence to find her own identity. Her own niche in the organisation. She was unique. She was talented and most of all, she was a weapon.

    So to see all her friends move on had been very hard for her. At first she had thrown herself into her work. As a mentor to Vixen and Badnight, as a trainer for 30 Commando and as the owner of a Labrador puppy called Phil. But none of it could distract her for long enough to block out the realisation that she needed a break. And maybe, just maybe it would be a permanent one.

    And so that had been the result, the Kandyman had placed her on gardening leave indefinitely. Her case load had been handed to Syd and her undercover agent Mata had been recalled from her assignment, Triple XXX was no longer an active Kandygirl. The next two years were a haze of reality tv shows, long runs in Hyde Park, wine and amazing sex with foreign waiters.

    But all the time she was living out this lie. All the time she was hiding from the world and the truth that was forever on the edge of her thinking, she knew one thing. One day, eventually, someone would come for her. Either SCOUSE or some other tinpot agency would decide to track her down see if there was anything of the old Kandygirl left.

    The Kandyman had been on the phone as soon as the intelligence broke and he'd scanned details of possible assailants to her. Which was why she recognised the statuesque blonde lady currently stood behind her. Triple X carried on pretending to intently study the display of Boots shop window in Piccadilly Circus, all the time her mind was assessing the tactical situation. Marking her escape routes, calculating the optimal time to strike. Deciding when the least likelihood of civilian casualties would be.

    But maybe she wouldn't get a chance to pick her ground for this fight. Maybe she would have to accept that not everything would be on her terms. Red would have been a challenge, certainly. Silver the same. The Ukrainian or Gold, well it was 50-50.

    But the girl watching intently from the other side of the road was different to the others. The girl who's eyes were currently boring through the back of X's head was an altogether more interesting problem. Because this was Panther, Sex Panther to give her the full title. And this was a girl who had studied X's style, moves and ability down to the last atom. Here stood an almost carbon copy of XXX. With one over riding difference. This girl was evil. This girl was bad. And this girl had learnt from the best. It was going to be one of those more interesting Monday afternoons.


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