Fraulein...Fatale! Act II

Bridget settled back and slurped her Coke as the intermission ended. When the film came back on, it began with a wide, panning shot of the Diesel City skyline at night before settling on the sillouette of the She-Wolf standing alone at the end of an empty dock while vaguely menacing music played. She was dressed like a typical Dame with a loose fitting unbuttoned white blouse that was tucked into a black vinyl dress and corset. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed out over the dark, polluted water. She looked around, and pulled a small flashlight from her dainty purse. She flashed it three times, paused, and two more.

About a mile out into the water, she saw four quick flashes and one longer one. A wicked grin parted her face as the gargantuan U Boat began to surface and the music swelled. Bridget was very impressed with the model they used. It was accurate down to the 40 tube torpedo launch bays , the hex rivets, and emergency landing strip on the back.

Next, it cut to a close up shot of the hatch as menacing music played. The handle began to turn, and the ominous, scarred face of Kriegsmariner Schuler emerging from the deep shadows. His left eye was covered by a steel, bolted on plate with a swastika and eagle on it, denoting his high rank among the Stadti military. Next, it cut to a scene of Schuler walking along side of her, a normal eye patch covering his plate, and a standard fedora instead of his officer's cap.

"So, you have good news for me, yes?" he said, their stride in lockstep as they walked along the peer. She looked at him and smiled wordlessly for a moment before holding her head up high.

"Ja. Ve know where the lab is." she said. He stopped, and turned to look at her. For a moment, she kept her smile, but as he stared at her it quickly faded.

"But you don't have ze ring?" He said, more accusatory than questioning. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. The fear on her face immediately apparent. "You will be reprimanded for this...inconvenience..." She lowered her eyes, and fished a studded paddle out of her purse, offering it to him with shaking hands. "...but not now. We need you fully "functional" for zis mission. Our Enigma unit has intercepted communications from ze Diesel City Police. Perhaps you should look there, yes?" She nodded her head, the relief palpable on her lovely face.

The next scene was back with Detective McManus. He approached a closed door with a glass window that said "Special Agent F. Foster, Investigations; FBI". He knocked twice and straightened his jacket as the door slowly opened. A stunningly beautiful woman stood there to greet him. She had wavy brunette hair and the tall, elegant look that hinted at Dutch ancestry. Her long, thin torso was accented perfectly by her tight, tailored black and gray pinstripe wool jacket. "Excuse me, Miss; I'm lookin' for Frank Foster?" McManus said, eyeing her up and down.

"Yer lookin' at him." she said. The camera panned over to the nameplate on her desk. "Frankie Foster". He grinned and tipped his hat to her. She smiled coldly and let him in. He looked around the office, noting the collection of German language books on her bookshelf as she took a seat.

"Fan of the rough stuff, eh?" he said, pulling out a novel and thumbing through it. She sat coldly, waiting for him to sit. "Sorry." he said, replacing the book. "I'm Detective Mike McManus, and I've been lookin' into the **** of one of your G-Men."

"Why wasn't this kicked up to the Brass?" she asked, a hint of anger in her voice. He sat, using a match from her desk to light his cigarette before waving it out. He took a drag and exhaled.

"Because we can't seem to match his prints in any of our systems. He was found with this." he said, pulling the Luger from his pocket. She eyed the gun suspiciously as it thudded onto her desk, the camera refocusing from the gun to her sharp, angular face. He stood up, puffing his cigarette as he walked behind her. He casually slid his hands onto her breasts, kneading them like dough over her thick wool uniform jacket. "Now just how did one of your guys get a top of the line German pistol like that?"

She glanced back at him, conflicting expressions crossing her face. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention detective. I'll notify the proper authorities and take it from here." she said as he started to unbutton her jacket. She grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him. "That means this is official government business, and I am free under Unified Military Code to tell you to keep your hands to yerself while I..." He cut her off with a slap to her cheek. She sat stunned, blushing. He rotated her chair and looked down at her face, which was transforming from a cold expression to a ****, lustful open lipped one. He fished his cock out, and slid it between her lips.

"Now as I was sayin,' this isn't one of your guys. The I.D's a fake. That means its a local jurisdiction case. Now if you have any information that would be useful, I'd love to have it, and whadda ya' know, the Supreme Court agrees with me." She sucked his cock eagerly as he held her by the back of her head. Bridget looked around, and seeing no one coming her way, scooted forward and slid her hand down her pants, but the scene ended with a fade out. She was hoping for a good, forceful **** scene, but this wasn't a chick flick, after all. She slid her hand back out, and took another sip of Coke.

The next sequence of scenes involved the She-Wolf visiting the police station and infiltrating it with a forged I.D. She went through McManus's office, smiling evilly when she found the evidence folder. She quickly pulled a page and tucked it into her purse as he arrived back at the office. The camera panned to her shocked expression as she turned around.

"So just whadda you doing in here?" he said, tossing his coat on a chair and showing off his 1911-A3 .45 caliber pistol in its shoulder holster. She glanced at it, her eyes wide. Suddenly, she smiled.

"Its a free country, ain't it?" she asked in a perfect Bostonian accent. Bridget was impressed. That was a fairly difficult accent to pull off as the only people who still spoke it were refugees from the intense Battle of Boston of '47 that saw the first and only use of an Atomic bomb on American soil. The She-Wolf stepped forward, putting her finger to his lips before he could speak. "I'm just exercisin' my rights..." she said, pressing herself against him.

"The girls been gossipin' about me again, eh?" he said, fishing his massive throbbing cock out of his pants. She nodded, and slowly sank to the floor. She opened her lovely mouth and engulfed him, stroking his cock as she did so. The camera focused on his face as he puffed his cigarette, a content look on it as a smooth jazz track played. The scene cut away to a shot of his office door being opened, the She-Wolf stumbling out, her blouse open and breasts exposed and holding her high heels; cum dripping down her face. As she grinned and waved while she was walking out of the station, another detective; an overweight slob of a character, walked over.

"Who was that, a reporter?" he asked. McManus shrugged.

"Beats me." he said. He opened his office door, tossing a napkin on the splotches of cum on the carpet; and sat down. It was then he saw the open file folder, and his visage turned grim. He bursts out of the office. "Get that broad!" he yelled, pointing to the door. They raced outside to see hundreds of Turbo Taxis racing down the busy street. McManus pulled his fedora off, and wiped his forehead; walking back in indignantly.

Bridget finished off her cum-covered popcorn and sat the empty container in the empty seat beside her. This movie was better than she thought it'd be. If it followed traditional storytelling structure, Act III would have the big central action and use scenes. Big name stars like Lana usually had a "three use" clause in their contracts, arguing that they couldn't show off their acting talents if all they were doing was being fucked on camera, and so far she'd only been used twice. Bridget settled in, sliding her hand back into her pants. She didn't know what was coming next, but she wanted to ready if something good happened...