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She is an elegant, sophisticated woman that you can tell is dangerous and can likely manipulate you into doing whatever she wants. She is lounging with a drink, having a conversation with you (POV Mr. Bond). "So out of all the women out there... why did you choose to spend the evening with me, James? What is it about l*ttle ol' me that you like so much?" She starts batting her eyelashes at him. "Is it my pretty eyes?" She wets her lips. "My soft, red luscious lips?" She slowly bends forward, revealing a lot of cleavage under her top— moving her hands down her body, looking away from Bond. She doesn't say a word but continues moving her hands down her legs toward her heels. "Have you ever had a woman's toes in your mouth, Mr. Bond?" She takes her heels off, one at a time. "You laugh like I said something ridiculous. All straight men desire women's feet, James. Many of them are just in denial about it." She extends one of her legs, showing off her pretty toes. "If you wanted to take a l*ck, no one would blame you. No one would judge you. I'm not here to judge." He holds off the temptation for the moment. "No... hmm. I would have never guessed an international spy like yourself would be this shy."

She rises from her seat. She was still putting on a sexy, seductive show. The femme fatale hikes up her skirt, revealing a sexy pair of panties. "Perhaps, this might pique your interest." Looking back at him, she realizes she has him; she's hooked him. "Bingo," she whispers under her breath. "See something you like. I take it?" Beneath her butt and around her waist are straps that she nor he acknowledges for the moment. She walks to him, sliding her hand up to his thigh until she feels the bulge in his pants. "Ohhh, I think I spy something rock hard in your pants, James? We can certainly take care of this, but first, I need you to take care of something for me." She turns her back, "I'll be right back." She takes a few steps, "While I'm gone, I want you to picture yourself on your knees, staring up at my bare *ss, waiting for me to give you permission to worship it with your tongue."

The femme fatale waltzes out of the room, returning quickly with a dildo. "I think we've cr*cked the case on what turns you on; now you're going to LEARN what turns me on." She drops her skirt, already wearing the harness— she fastens the dildo into place. "... It's when a man utterly submits to me. It's when I look down and stare in his eyes while his lips wrap around my lady-c*ck." She steps to him with her strap-on in place. "You do want to turn me on, don't you, Mr. Bond?" The femme fatale points to the floor. "Get down on your knees and prepare to suck me off." She teases him with the strap-on first. She made him l*ck it a few times before telling him to start sucking. She's not aggressive with it. Instead, she's very tender and sensual. The femme fatale is enjoying the compromising situation that she has Bond in now. "Imagine if all those villains out there saw you on your knees, like a l*ttle p*ssy boy, sucking my strap-on (she laughs). What would they think?" She's enjoying the power she has over him. However, she has a secret that she hasn't revealed yet. She has a tiny camera in her necklace (maybe something else?) The camera is recording the whole event. "Is your c*ck still rock hard, James? Good, you might get to c*m if you suck my strap-on to my satisfaction." She runs her fingers through his hair as she thrusts harder. "So far, you're doing a great job."

The femme fatale, aroused by the situation, moans herself a few times before she slows down, pulling her strap-on out. She gives the dildo some strokes as she breaks the news to Mr. Bond. "Wave bye to the camera, James. Quite a performance, I might say." She backs away, "No, I'm afraid I'm not lying. Two video copies were automatically sent.. one to your phone and one to my boss's phone. Take a look for yourself." She waits for him to check. "You work for us now. Welcome aboard, Mr. Bond." The Femme Fatale is reclining on the couch, still wearing her strap-on. She has her phone propped up— on a video c*ll with her boss. "Are you satisfied with the footage? I think Mr. Bond realizes now that he's not the only one with cool gadgets." She has some lube beside her; she spreads it on the strap-on and starts stroking it. "Ohhh, we're not done quite yet. We had just gotten started. I'm going to welcome him to the organization with a nice p*gging. And if he's lucky, I'll j*rk him off while I do it." She waits for the boss's response. "Yes, I am a bad b*tch. You can remember that come bonus time, gotta run." She waves goodbye.

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