Lucy at GLAAD: SMERSH Wants Her in the Sack

Lucy Lawless at GLAAD: SMERSH Wants Lucy in the Sack

It was a sunny summer afternoon of July 25, 2004, that the extremely beautiful Lucy Lawless was preparing to arrive at the 7th Annual GLAAD Summer Party, Absolut Hancock Park, in Los Angeles. Tickets had been sold out, though some general admission tickets would be available at the door until 4:30. Lucy Lawlesss, who was to be one of the event chairs, arrived rather early at the Los Tiempos historical residence of Tim Corrigan, located on 455 Lorraine Street. Joan M. Garry, once vice president of Showtime Networks, who had been named Executive Director of GLAAD (Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) in 1997, had organized the event. Various celebrities had been invited to chair the event, including the extremely beautiful Lucy Lawless, who had rose to great fame playing the lesbian iconic character of Xena Warrior Princess.

Lucy arrived at the event dressed very comfortably and beautifully, in an attractive, large reddish hat, a sexy whitish pink blouse, and sexy attractive blue jeans. She was wearing a sexy, tanned pair of sandles exposing her extremely beautiful sexy gorgeous perfect feet and toes. She was very well-received at the event, posing for reporters and media. Joan Garry was personally very delighted to have Lucy there. She had long had a crush on her while watching her on Xena, and saw that she was extremely beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, and lovable in person, not in the somewhat butch manner of the iconic Xena at times, but extremely sexy in a very feminine way.

The media had swarmed to her and was delighted to take pictures of her. She was asked to pose with Robert Gant, another chair of the event. She posed gorgeously and sexily with him, beautifully holding a glass of wine. Robert Gant was delighted to pose with her and noted how sexy and beautiful she was. The last button of her whitish pink blouse was open, exposing the delicate, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful skin of her belly. Gant couldn't help but stare and his erection grew hard! Lucy had pinned her sunglasses to her shirt. After they had posed, Robert said, "Nice sunglasses Lucy," pretending to stare at them. But he was really staring at the gorgeous, beautiful, sexy exposed skin of her belly. He wasn't sure if Lucy noticed but he thought she might have.

Lucy also posed sexily sitting on the hood of a silver Jaguar XK8, crossing her beatiful sexy legs. Her beautiful sexy perfect toes were visible in her sandles and the photographer delighted in taking her picture. "Is this good?" Lucy asked, smiling. "How do you like it?" Lucy adjusted her hat and smiled her beautiful gorgeous smile.

"Perfect Lucy!" the photographer said, and took her pictures. He would have to keep the negatives he thought, what an absolutely gorgeous sexy beautiful lady!

Next Lucy posed with Joan M. Garry, organizer of the event and GLAAD's Executive Director. She quickly thought to herself. Quickly, she unbuttoned the second button of her sexy shirt to expose more of the sexy beautiful skin of her belly and her beautiful, gorgeous, extremely sexy, perfect belly button. Joan saw this and her smile grew abnormally wide as she stared very excitedly at Lucy's perfect, gorgeous, beautiful exposed belly button. At times her shirt would shift and cover part of it, to Joan's great tease, but when they posed together it was quite visible to the camera, and Joan couldn't help but stare at it out of the corner of her eye, even as their picture was being taken. She had grown wet from excitement. What a gorgeous belly button that woman has, she thought. "Thanks Lucy!" she said gratefully, as much for the picture as the chance to stare at Lucy's perfect, beautiful, exposed, gorgeous navel.

Robert Gant, meanwhile, was sitting sipping his drink as Lucy had approached Joan to pose with her. He noted with delight when Lucy unbuttoned the second button of her blouse to expose her beautiful, gorgeous, sexy belly button. WOW, he thought! Showing off that hot sexy beautiful belly button aren't you, he thought. When he saw that Lucy pretended to absent-mindedly finger it and shifted her shirt away to expose it to Joan, tilting her hips toward her, his erection nearly burst through his pants! Oh my God, he thought! Ohhhhhhhhh Lucy you really know how to tease us don't you, he thought. He had the sudden urge to grasp himself and was only partly satisfied when he rose to find a more private area.

Soon most of the members had posed for pictures and the party began. It was to last until seven, and a Special Performance was schedule for six, including a Teen Idol 2 star. Honorary Host Erin McCormack began to speak, giving an introduction to current issues and the evening. Then the hosts convened with various guests, walking about the large house and chatting. Lucy saw one of the attendees chatting with a host. "Yes, really, indeed, I agree with you," he said. "This is a very troubling issue. The suicide rate of homosexual teens is very sad. Hopefully it will decrease with increased support from the community, bolstered and encouraged by such helpful and dedicated organizations as GLAAD."

The host was impressed. "What did you say your name was?" he asked.

"Er, Bryce, John Bryce," the man responded, smiling. He noticed Lucy suddenly and his smile grew very broad as his mouth nearly dropped in awe of her. "Hello!" he said. "You must be the extremely beautiful and famous Lucy Lawless. It is very wonderful to meet you."

Lucy saw him, curious of him, returned the smile beautifully and briefly shook hands with him. "Thank you very much," she said. "And you are...John?"

"Yes, please call me John," the man said, smiling, almost stammering his words in excitement. "John Bryce is a bit...er...lengthy," he explained. He saw how beautiful Lucy was and his erection bulged. Determined to remain completely respectful, as he had no intention of being otherwise, he told himself, down boy! Not here...but she is so beautiful and sexy...his heart nearly skipped a bit when he saw Lucy's beautiful, gorgeous, perfect exposed belly button. Oh my God, he thought! She's so beautiful I so very much wish she were mine!

He stood just a couple feet away from the most beautiful woman in the world and was astounded. He was in awe of her extremely beautiful eyes and smile, her extremely beautiful face, her awesome, very youthful, wonderfully and gorgeously sexy figure, with its wonderful, large, perfect, shapely breasts and beautiful, firm, gorgeous perfect legs. And she had the most pleasant, beautiful, cutest, and sexiest manner in the world, with such a beautiful, soothing, perfect voice that he loved to hear, and as he saw her and heard her beautiful voice he felt that he had been cured of all his ailments and was being lifted upwards into heaven.

Lucy left to mingle with the other guests meanwhile, aware that John was staring at her very excitedly. John loved the brief instant in which they shook hands, her hand felt so wonderful, beautiful, and delightful he wished it could have lasted forever. As Lucy left to chat with others, she could hear John responding to another question. "Well yes I understand what you mean," he said, "I understand how the girlie men remark is insulting, and I feel if we were to examine the governor's childhood and upbringing, which was quite rough, we may understand why he would not seem as troubled with his statement..."

Soon it was already past five, nearing five-thirty in fact, and Lucy was having a wonderful time meeting and chatting with other guests. They were all delighted by her and how beautiful, wonderfully natured, and easy to talk to she was, and she enjoyed chatting with them in her light-hearted, lovable, and intelligent manner, with great life, humor, pleasantness, and love in her conversation. She was, John Bryce thought, as he admired her the entire afternoon, the most beautiful, pleasant, and lovable woman in the world. He was deeply in love with her.

A shorter, somewhat plump woman with a hunched figure and graying hair, wearing a sort of frock and resembling an eccentric grandmother of sorts, introduced herself to Lucy. She had a French accent and chatted with Lucy in French. Lucy was extremely talented and gifted, and knew several languages, including French. "Oui, oui," the elderly woman said, her voice a bit raspy, "Je suis Madame Bovary." John Bryce stood nearby, eyeing the elderly woman curiously. Something seemed a bit off with her French accent. His instincts told him to keep an eye on her. The woman seemed particularly interested in Lucy.

It was not until after 5:30, nearing 5:45, that John Bryce saw something that caused him to nearly spill his drink. He noticed a large man with the broad shoulders and healthy complexion of a tennis player sipping a drink and chatting with guests. There was something familiar about him. Bryce approached him casually and said, "Good afternoon. Have we met? My name's John Bryce."

As they shook hands Bryce could easily feel the powerful grip of the other man's hand, though restrained. "Pleased to meet you," the man said in a broad accent that Bryce couldn't quite place. It seemed almost English but altered, with various other elements. "Nash", he introduced himself. "Billy Nash. That's what they call me." Nash...where had Bryce heard that before? "You look very fit," Bryce remarked. "Swimming," the man said, smiling. "Anyway, here to enjoy the party and champion gay and lesbian rights. Terrific cause. What's the world coming to anyway? We need to be more civlized. Seen more geniality at horse races than in some parts." Then he smiled and said, "Nashville. Go down sometimes for the races and the music."

Bryce was puzzled. He agreed and said, "Yes, a terrific cause. Country music can be quite nice," he added.

Then they parted as Nash dismissed himself, apologizing. John Bryce had a very odd feeling about this man, as if he had seen him before...wait...of course...the accent...the build...the face, which seemed a little different but nonetheless placeable...it was Donovan Red Grant! Bryce had a sinking feeling of dread in his gut. Something was brewing. What was he doing here?
Nash, meanwhile, or Grant, had dismissed himself, and walking toward the other end of the room, bumped slightly against the elderly lady that had been chatting with Lucy. "Terribly sorry," he said. "Don't know what came over me. Seeing [i]double[/i]", he added, with particular emphasis. The woman looked at him. "Yes?" she asked. The man nodded. He had just confirmed that he had seen secret agent James Bond, 007, at the party, in his guise as John Bryce.

John Bryce, meanwhile, or James Bond, had several thoughts racing through his head. Grant wouldn't be here for the joy of it, he thought. Don't know how interested he is in women, he thought, recalling how extremely beautiful Lucy was. Something must be up, and not just in the pants of every man in this room as they notice how beautiful Lucy is. A plot? What would SMERSH want with the GLAAD Summer Party? He looked around, thinking. The old lady...of course...Klebb!

At nearly 5:40, a man approached Bond and said, "Sir, your car. The Bentley outside. Is it yours?"

"Yes," Bond replied, surprised. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, there is smoke coming out from under the hood! It looks very dangerous."

What the devil, Bond thought. "Well come on, show me," he said. "We may have to call the fire department." As they dashed outside to find Bond's car, sure enough a billow of dark smoke was spewing from under the hood. Bond's mind raced. "I, er, had the oil changed recently, I may have neglected to tighten the cap enough. Strange it wasn't smoking on my way here."

"Well sir," the man said. "Should we open it? I am afraid it may be a hazard and I have orders to make sure it is taken care of or removed from the premises."

"Very well," Bond said, grimacing. "I'll move it. Should call a fire truck if it explodes," he joked. As he fished for his keys, he was deciding on whether to open the hood first. Probably. The smoke should dissipate. Driving it like this would be risky. He opened the car door and looked for the latch that would release the hood...

Meanwhile, back at the party, the enigmatic old lady that called herself Madame Bovary continued chatting with the extremely beautiful Lucy Lawless. Lucy's drink was almost finished. "Lucille," the woman said, calling Lucy by her French name and full name, "your wine is almost finished. Let me fill it for you. They have the Chateau-Margaux brand. A family favorite of mine. I will be very happy to fill your glass for you."

"Thank you," Lucy said, smiling. "That's very sweet." She handed the woman her glass. Madame Bovary, or Rosa Klebb, turned to enter the kitchen again where the wine bottles were. She did indeed reach for the Chateau-Margaux brand, but slipped something in Lucy's drink that fizzed slightly...

After Klebb had handed Lucy her drink, Lucy sipped it a little and smiled. "French was my second favorite after German," she explained. "I'll never forget Second Form French. I had this romantic idea of going to Europe and picking grapes along the Rhine. I learned German in college, as well as more French and a little Italian. I was ready, but when I got there it was not as..." she blinked a little, suddenly feeling tired. "Romantic...as I thought," she finished, yawning. Klebb smiled. "Non, je comprends Madame. You might have tried Paris in the spring or summer."

"Yes," Lucy said. "Paris...but..." suddenly she put down her drink as it nearly slipped from her hand. She gripped a counter as her eyes shut and she became wobbly, and nearly fell...right into the arms of Donovan Red Grant, who was standing nearby. Guests gasps. "Is she okay?" one asked.

"What happened?" another murmured.

"The lady's come over faint," Grant said, holding her in his arms.

"Should we call a doctor?" one of the guests asked. "Or 911?"

"I'll tell Joan," another said.

"No, don't worry," Klebb assured them. "She was telling me she was very tired and just needed to rest a moment. Maybe on the couch...no, too crowded, away from the guests. In the bedroom there are lots of pillows and it is quiet. Please, just bring some water. She will be alright. Maybe too much to drink. She just needs to rest," Klebb assured onlookers. "I know some old French remedies. Just lay her comfortably back here in the bedroom," she motioned to Grant, "thank you very much young man. No need to alarm the hosts. Lucy will be just fine."

Grant nodded and brought Lucy to the bedroom in the back of the house, carrying her carefully. "Tall girl," he said, smiling. Klebb smiled back at him. A woman near Klebb said, "I'm a nurse, no need to call a doctor and worry the host. I'll take care of Lucy. She should be fine, just looks like fatigue to me."

"Thank you very much darling," Klebb said. "You are so kind." A couple other guests, both women, offered their help, and Klebb thanked them. The nurse said, "That's enough, thank you, we have enough help. We musn't crowd Lucy. She'll be fine, a little fatigue I think," she reassured others. The nurse and two other women followed Klebb into the bedroom, where Grant had gently placed Lucy onto the bed, and supported her with a pillow. "Thank you young man," Klebb said. "But is so noisy outside, would you please close the door? Lucy needs peace and quiet."

Grant nodded, shut the door softly, and stood outside it in the hallway. He sat in a chair in the corridor. He could hear a guest saying, "Everybody relax, Lucy needs peace and quiet, she's being taken care of by a nurse. She's very tired, it seems she just became faint from fatigue, she needs rest and she'll be fine."

Lucy was very tired, meanwhile, but felt much more tired than she had been feeling when she had arrived. She had been a little tired, but now she felt very tired and somewhat disoriented. Had she fainted? Why? She must have. She looked around and saw that she was in a bedroom, lying on a bed. A few women were around her. One had a glass of water in her hands, and set it on a drawer. Was that for her? Then she noticed the elderly French lady by her side. How nice of her to take care of her, she felt so tired.

The tiny drug Klebb had slipped in Lucy's drink had been specially designed by SMERSH. It quickly made an individual very tired, inducing near fainting, and a continued state of lethargy for some time. It also induced a sort of passivity and a hazy sort of state. The individual would want to rest and lie down for as long as the drug was taking effect, and not much else would matter to them. Their orientation would be altered as the drug induced a sort of dreamy state. In fact, as Lucy lay there she felt like going to sleep, and was reassured by the presence of the women in the room. I should probably tell them I'm alright, Lucy thought, but I don't feel like talking...let's just lay here...it's comfortable.

Klebb smiled and looked down at Lucy. "You will be perfectly alright," she said softly. But there was something different in her eyes. She appeared different. "So beautiful," she said. "Natalya," she said softly, "take off her sexy sandles and place them by the bed."

Natalya, or the "nurse", did as she was told. Funny old woman, Lucy thought. Did she just say that? Funny. Well she felt better with her sandles off, more comfortable on the bed. How nice. Her beautiful feet could breathe better. A nap would be nice. But she did not know that every woman in the room was working for SMERSH, and the old, innocent looking granny before her was Rosa Klebb of SMERSH.

Klebb stared at Lucy's beautiful bare feet excitedly. They were perfect, with beautiful, perfect soles, toes, arches, and insteps. Very sexy. And large too. Klebb was very delighted. She smiled. She gazed at Lucy's beautiful, amazing body. What a beautiful woman! She looked so innocent and perfect and beautiful, lying there, breathing. Klebb's attention was drawn to the smooth, sexy motion of Lucy's diaphragm as she breathed. The bottom two buttons of her blouse were open, exposing her beautiful, sexy, gorgeous bare belly button. Klebb grew wet. "Alyona," she said, voice raspy and excited with desire, "open the third button of her shirt. Yes. Perfect. She has such a beautiful, perfect navel. I have long desired it."

Klebb then crawled onto the bed, over Lucy, slowly. She was gleeful and very eager. As she lay over Lucy her bosom brushed against the fabric of Lucy's jeans in the very delicate area between Lucy's legs, and Lucy felt pleasure through her body. Was this some sort of arcane French nursing practice? "What...what..." she whispered, "are you doing?"

Klebb smiled. "Lucille, you are very beautiful. Every woman in this room is very well-versed in lesbian sex practices. All of them. Especially I," she added with a grin.

Lucy was very surprised. Was that what she was really hearing? "What?" she whispered again, confused. But she was so tired and felt passive.

"Do not worry my darling," Klebb said. "Everything will feel better. Much better," Klebb added, and then she greedily looked down and opened the button of Lucy's jeans. She looked down excitedly. Lucy's bare beautiful stomach was exposed before her. The skin of her stomach appeared so sexy and delicate, and looked so smooth, Klebb was very wet. The other women in the room were all excited and stared at Lucy's beautiful belly captivatedly. Klebb looked at Lucy's exposed, beautiful, sexy belly button. "My darling, you were showing this off at the party weren't you, to all of us, this beautiful sexy perfect navel of yours. It should come as no surprise that we have long desired your beautiful perfect navel. Especially I," she grinned again, almost toad-like. "And," she added, "it should come as no surprise that when you show off your beautiful sexy navel, our desire for it is increased. So my love," Klebb said smiling, her French accent by now shifting into a Russian accent, "relax and lay back while I make love to your beautiful gorgeous navel."

Lucy was nearly open-mouthed, very surprised at what was happening. Was this a dream? She almost couldn't tell. It must be, she thought. Too many cocktails at the party. So many ogling her. This must be a dream.

Klebb knelt down with her tongue over Lucy's beautiful belly button. It hung out, drooling, like a lizard's. The other women in the room stared very attentively and excitedly. Klebb's tongue came closer. Lucy was stunned. What a dream...the granny...

Klebb's drooling tongue made contact with Lucy's perfect, bare, beautiful navel. Lucy gasped. Klebb began to lick it slowly with her wet, warm tongue. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Lucy whispered as she squirmed underneath Klebb. Klebb licked around Lucy's beautiful navel with her reptilian-like tongue, leaving a circle of drool around Lucy's perfect bare belly button as she continued to gasp and almost shiver. Klebb inserted her tongue into Lucy's hot sexy belly button and licked it firmly. Lucy moaned audibly. Klebb's licks became more voracious as Lucy moaned and squirmed in pleasure, helplessly being pleasured by Klebb's wet tongue. Klebb withdrew her wet tongue from Lucy's navel and began to lick under and around it on Lucy's soft, beautiful, yet firm stomach. The other women in the room had their hands placed between their legs in excitement. They had never seen a woman as beautiful as Lucy Lawless, and had never dreamed they might watch or take part in making love to her. Klebb began to insert and withdraw her tongue from Lucy's beautiful bare belly button habitually, rhythmically. Her mouth was covered in drool. She said, "Ohhh Lucille, you are so tasty, I love your beautiful stomach and gorgeous belly button." Lucy couldn't help but moan and shudder in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she said, higher pitched. Her powerhouse was helpless against Klebb's assault on her beautiful perfect navel. It was all she could do to moan and squirm and gasp, and move her hips and the small of her back rhythmically into the wetness of Klebb's tongue that would repeatedly insert itself deeply into her belly button. Beyond her control...so tired...a dream...pleasure...

Her beautiful, sexy moans and gasps could be heard just outside the room in the hallway. Grant sat, making sure no one arrived. Imagining, he couldn't help but place his hand between his legs.

Klebb's tongue was wet from drool that covered Lucy's beautiful bare stomach and gorgeous belly button. She smacked her lips. "Mmmmmmmm da," she said in Russian. Very excited, she rubbed her hand vigorously on her frock over her bush. She let out a grunt of delight. Then she excitedly unbuttoned the rest of Lucy's pinkish white blouse, exposing a sexy white bra and beautiful cleavage, and the beautiful outline of her gorgeous, amazing, perfect, famous breasts. "Yes!" Klebb said in Russian. "Cheers to Vladimir," she said, referring to the Red Wings player who had the wonderful opportunity to see Lucy's bared beautiful perfect breasts at a hockey game several years ago, and informed all his friends of Lucy's perfect, beautiful, large, wonderful breasts in his native Russia. Klebb had received word of it and had watched the famous accidental exposure numerous, downloading it onto several CDs. It was one of her favorite ways to stimulate herself. But this next exposure would not be accidental, Klebb reminded herself excitedly. She had surrounded herself with her favorite girls from SMERSH, and all were very eager to perform all the lesbian sex practices that they were very familiar with. Patience, Klebb said to herself, all in good time...wasn't that what Lucy's fictional character had once said to Julius Caesar on her famed television series? All in good time...yes...Klebb rubbed her hands together excitedly, and popped her knuckles as she sat over Lucy. "Now Lucille," she said in a raspy, excited voice, "to expose your beautiful gorgeous perfect breasts and to make love to them."

Lucy gasped in anticipation at Klebb's very words.
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James Bond sat in his Bentley and nearly scratched his head in puzzlement. He had been trying for the last five minutes to open the hood of his car. He had tried the lever several times and it seemed stuck. He searched for the vehicle's manual to decide how to best deal with the problem, assuming it would be of any help. Fortunately he had kept it in the glove compartment in the front, on the passenger's side. He searched through it but could not find any helpful sections. Damn, he thought. He tried the lever again. No luck. Should he try and pry open the hood manually? Or should he risk starting the engine? Probably not. The billowing black smoke looked dangerous. Where there's smoke there's fire, he thought. He sat for several seconds. Making up his mind, he stepped out of his car and headed for the trunk. Opening it with his key, he searched for a tool to help him pry open the hood. He thought he had found something when he heard someone several paces away say, "Did you hear Xena fainted?"

"Yeah, I heard she was really tired," another responded.

"Maybe she had too much to drink?" another asked.

Not a second had passed when Bond slammed down the trunk and ran back toward the house.

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Rosa Klebb sat on the bed above Lucy, admiring the shape of Lucy's beautiful, large, perfect breasts underneath her white bra. She said, "Natalya and Alyona, help me lift Lucy up. She is so beautiful. I want to unfasten her sexy bra from here."

Natalya and Alyona obediently came forward to help Klebb, both very excited. Natalya asked, "Can we use any toys later? For more lovemaking? And who will have her front, her beautiful gorgeous sweet love nest, and her rear, her beautiful tight sexy rear?"

Klebb chuckled raspily and hornily. "Natalya you are getting ahead of yourself! We will all partake in the beautiful lovemaking. Everywhere," she added with a very eager grin, as she stared very hungrily at Lucy's beautiful, perfect body.

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James Bond had dashed into the house quickly, very concerned. He wasn't certain if Lucy's fainting was completely natural or somehow part of an insidious plot of SMERSH. Who knew what they were up to? With Klebb and Grant here he would be wise to call for back up as soon as he had made certain that Lucy was alright. There was nothing more important than that, he thought, that she was alright...

Bond dashed into the house, looking at the bewildered guests and said, "Where's Lucy? Is she okay? You know, Lucy Lawless?" His tone was extremely urgent.

One guest, a woman, explained, "She came over faint. They said she was tired. She's resting in the bedroom. They said she's not to be disturbed. She's with a nurse, and that old French lady."

The women's last words were all Bond needed to hear to run toward the bedroom like mad.

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Natalya and Alyona had helped push Lucy up, and Lucy's large beautiful breasts were pressing against Klebb's bosom in her bra. Klebb sat on Lucy excitedly, and grinded her pelvic area between her legs into Lucy's. Klebb gave an excited grunt and Lucy moaned with pleasure.

Klebb reached behind Lucy, her arms around her on her sexy back as their bosoms pressed together, and Klebb continued to excitedly grind herself against Lucy as Lucy moaned. Klebb reached to eagerly unfasten Lucy's sexy bra.

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James Bond had located the corridor leading to the bedroom in less than thirty seconds. He dashed down it toward a closed door at its end, pondering what Klebb would want with Lucy, and abruptly stopped. A man stood in his way. He had risen from a chair in the corridor. It was Donovan Red Grant.

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Klebb meanwhile had encountered some trouble trying to unfasten Lucy's bra. It seemed to be stuck. But she was so thoroughly enjoying herself as she was grinding her pubic area against Lucy's, despite that they were yet clothed. She gave out grunts of pleasure and occasional high-pitched squeals as Lucy moaned in response with a stream of orgasmic pleasure, their bodies grinding together rhythmically and shaking and squeaking the bed.

"Uhhhh....uhhhh.....ahhhhh....ah! Natalya! Alyona! Lizaveta! Ahhhhh! Help me unfasten Lucy's bra! Quick! But you must...ahhhh...."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Lucy moaned highly with pleasure, shutting her eyes and turning her head to the side as they rocked together.

"...allow me to remove...unnnnaaaaa!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Lucy moaned with her.

"Her bra!" Klebb finished, and they continued to rock together rhythmically and very sexily. The other women were spell-binded and were vigorously rubbing themselves excitedly.

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Donovan Red Grant was a large man and very dangerous. Bond had faced him before. No easy feat on any day. But the situation was very urgent. If he was blocking the door it could only mean trouble.

"Out of my way Captain Nash," Bond said. "Or should I call you Billy?"

"Mr. Bond," said Grant, looking at Bond squarely, "James Bond of the Secret Service, you're too late. Turn away and go home old boy." Grant seemed to be sneering at him.

"Not a chance. Too late for what?" Bond asked.

Grant grinned. He looked in the direction of the room and pointed with his finger.

It was then that James Bond heard it. It was Lucy. She was moaning. It sounded as if she was in some sort of ecstasy. He also heard the grunts and squeals of another woman, who was yelling words in Russian between her grunts. Lucy continued moaning, helplessly and fully with Klebb. In the room she rocked back and forth, a strained orgasmic expression on her beautiful face, with her hair coming down over her head and moving with her as she rocked.

Then James Bond knew exactly what was happening. That damn dirty Klebb! Well, maybe not so dirty, but Lucy was married and Bond knew that her orgasmic moans and cries would not be willing ones. He had to get in the room quickly, as soon as he could. He braced himself.

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It had occurred to Klebb in the room that she and Lucy might reach orgasm before she had even removed Lucy's clothes. Well that would be the first, Klebb thought. Da. She would count in Russian. To ten? Fifteen? Twenty? She grinned excitedly. "Hurry with her bra!" she managed, as her assistants reached behind Lucy to unfasten it.

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"I've faced you before," Bond said, thinking frantically for an advantage over the large man, a strategy.

"With your tricky briefcase old boy," Grant said. "Only reason you were lucky."

Then Grant motioned to the room again and grinned. "Give it up old boy. Go home. They're making love," he said with a grin. He briefly glanced at his watch. "And will continue making love. For hours. And hours." He laughed out loud. "You're too late. Maybe she can tell you about it afterwards. If you're lucky. And leave now," Grant insisted.

"You leave me no choice do you," Bond said.

He lashed out with his foot in a front snap kick to Grant's middle, but stopped short. The blow was a feint. Instead he stepped forward and punched Grant hard in the face as soon as he moved to block. The blow stunned Grant momentarily, but he quickly countered with a quick punch to Bond's middle. Bond doubled over in pain as Grant grabbed him by the shoulders and smashed him against the wall. Bond slumped.

"Give it up old boy! Like I said," Grant insisted again. "I'm your equal. Karate, judo, tae kwon do, you name it. Boxing," he said, and took a boxer's crouch. "I'd say I'm your better," he added, with a sneer.

Bond rose to his feet. Maybe. Grant might have been his equal. He was very well-trained. And a great boxer. Could be quite brutal. Bond thought he was a better kicker himself though. But did it matter? He had to think of something fast, do something very efficient, and get in that room. Past Grant. He had to. For Lucy for Heaven's Sake, he reminded himself. He'd never forgive himself if he was too late. Maybe he already was. Damn smoking car trick. He had fallen for it. Now he had to get past Grant. Defeat him. He must! Lucy, he thought...my love...

For meanwhile, in the room, Rosa Klebb had every intention of making love to Lucy for hours.

"Kia!" James Bond yelled, and followed through with a very focused, hard stepping side thrust kick to Grant's solar plexus. Grant doubled over and gasped, for despite how strong he was his nerve center had been struck with a side kick that could smash several boards. His thick abdominal muscles were not enough to protect him. James Bond, quick to press his advantage, followed through with a barrage of blows to Grant's face and throat, and a stiff-handed, swiveling chop to his carotid artery. Grant's neck, thick with muscle, protected him to some degree, and though hurt he grabbed Bond and tackled him. They collapsed hard into the wall. Grant was bleeding. He tried to press Bond into the ground and squeeze off his air supply with his crushing grip. James Bond was strong, but Grant was stronger, and used his weight and leverage advantage against Bond. Bond had to use Grant's strength against him. No time for honorary behavior, he thought, and kneed Grant hard in the groin. Grant's grip gave and Bond elbowed him hard in the gut. James Bond took advantage of the fact that Grant was off-balance and executed a perfectly performed judo throw that tossed Grant into the wall behind him. The hallway shook, and a picture fell off the wall and shattered. Grant had fallen against the wall headfirst and was dizzy. James Bond once again was fortunate as a large clock on the wall next to Grant shook from its base and fell onto him. That ought to keep him busy, Bond thought.

He ran toward the door with not a moment to lose.

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Lucy was shrieking and moaning and gasping with orgasm as Klebb had rubbed herself against Lucy's very delicate pelvic area, between her legs. Klebb had already came, very wet between her legs and underneath her frock. Natalya and Alyona were finally successful in unfastening Lucy's bra from behind her. Delighted, Klebb ceased rubbing herself against and rocking with Lucy for a moment. Lucy's upper body slammed back onto the bed, her face still in a powerful expression of orgasm, eyes shut. Klebb leaned forward to remove her sexy bra and make love to her beautiful breasts.

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To James Bond's dismay the door was locked. He cursed. He took a step back, bracing himself into position, lifting his left leg. Then he slammed forward with his right foot in a very powerful front thrust kick that smashed open the door.

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As Rosa Klebb reached to remove Lucy's bra and expose her beautiful breasts, she was suddenly distracted by the sound of the door crashing open behind her. So absorbed was she in her lovemaking to Lucy that she had not even heard the sounds of the bray outside.

Bond, meanwhile, had heard Lucy's moans of "Uhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as they had increased even as he was battling Grant.

He had kicked open the door to the room to find Rosa Klebb, dressed in an old maid's frock and wearing a wig that was by now well out of place, sitting on the extremely beautiful Lucy Lawless, who was lying on the bed. Lucy was barefoot, and her pinkish white blouse and been completely opened. Her beautiful bare stomach and gorgeous belly button seemed to shine with what was likely Klebb's drool. The straps of her white bra and had been unfastened and Klebb had her hands over Lucy's bra, frozen as she was about to remove them. Three women stood by the bed, watching excitedly but had now turned toward the door. It was not difficult to guess from the location of their hands that they had been rubbing themselves as they were watching Lucy and Klebb.

An expression of alarm and loathing crossed Klebb's face as she yelled in Russian, "Natalya! Get Mr. Bond!"

Natalya ran at Bond. She was a larger woman than average, as the other two women by the bed were, who also appeared muscular. Natalya had been trained in karate and judo. She ran to take a fighting stance against Bond, but Bond grabbed her wrist and flipped her against a table. He ran toward the bed. "Away from Lucy!" he commanded Klebb.

Klebb looked around desperately. "Nyet!" she said. She commanded the two other woman in Russian to attack Bond, and Bond noted they looked strong, but after he had tossed the muscular Natalya onto a table they were less eager to attack him.

Klebb looked panicky. Finally she took something out from under her frock. It was a small pistol. "Stay right where you are Mr. Bond...or else," she threatened.

Bond froze, alarmed. Damn he thought...wait a minute...she hesitated...that was panic...he looked at the gun more carefully.

"Klebb," Bond said. "That's a toy. Step away from Lucy. Get off her."

Klebb looked crestfallen. It was true. It was a toy. It was merely shaped like a pistol, but could be adjusted into different shapes. A little toy from a gift shop in Moscow. Frustrated, she tossed it beside her onto the bed, next to Lucy's bare beautiful stomach.

Klebb eyed Bond angrily. "I have her already. I have the beautiful Lucy Lawless. You are too late," she said.

Klebb reached to remove Lucy's bra as if James wasn't there. "Hold it right there," Bond said, as Klebb placed her hands on both sides of Lucy's bra.

"Before you could go any further I could grab you and toss you into a laundry basket like the last time. So if you'd like better treatment you'll back away from Lucy now."

Klebb, agitated, said, "I'll hold it...I'll hold Lucy's beautiful breasts..." But she was murmuring to herself and knew that the game was up. The other guests would have heard the commotion by now and would be on to them soon.

"Now," Bond said, "Lucy has a very loving husband who is a very wonderful man, and I doubt he would take kindly at all to what you are doing. You'll definitely have to answer for it. If you want any clemency at all step away from Lucy now."

Klebb pouted. She had almost made love to Lucy's beautiful breasts. Almost seen them in person. She turned slowly and said, "But I love her. Don't you see? I love Lucy Lawless. So does the rest of SMERSH. Including Grant. He told me so himself."

Bond paused. "Er, I'm sure you do, I'm sure we all do, I love Lucy very much myself. But what you're doing is very wrong. Lucy is married. Her sexual side, in that manner, is for her husband. We may all love to make love to her, but it would not be her wishes. Or her husband's. So just back away from her Klebb. She's already married. Besides," Bond added, "I'm certain she's very open-minded, but I don't believe she's into eating oysters all that much."

Klebb said, "Da, well I would love to eat her oyster."

"C'mon Klebb," Bond said, though he agreed himself. "We haven't all day." It was then that several guests rushed into the room and gasped. "Oh my God," one said. Soon the room filled with them and two security officers.

Klebb buried her face in her hands. She began to cry.

It was such an incredulous sight, so odd, so stunning, the sight of Rosa Klebb crying right then and there, in front of the guests, many of whom still thought her a harmless elderly French lady, was so incredulous, yet seemingly so sad for Klebb, who sobbed before Bond for the first time he had seen, that James Bond resisted the urge himself.

Not that Klebb would escape on account of it.

James Bond sighed. There wasn't a laundry basket handy this time, but Bond had better have Klebb off the bed and Lucy's shirt buttoned before the reporters began swarming in.

As Klebb was lifted off the bed, still upset and sobbing, by the security officers, and James Bond knelt down to button Lucy's shirt, he saw that she looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there, asleep, and though he knew that everything was alright for her, he shed a tear himself right then and there, knowing that he wasn't married to her. Suddenly, not caring about the onlookers in the room he climbed onto the bed next to Lucy, to her right, and hugged her to him lovingly and sobbed.

The End