The strip show continues.

Agent Davis stops to think, obviously wanting to get as much from the remaining answers as possible.

Slowly she continues trying to establish the facts, "Okay, the SIS has people in the New York and Dallas offices..."

"No." You answer, hoping to throw her off. It works.

"That wasn't a question...wait. They're not MI6!? Are you a double agent?"

Calmly you respond, "Yes, no. That's three, your turn."

"Fuck! No! Three's all I've got left. I need more questions." She is ****. You begin to sense something else creeping into her voice. She is not just worried about prying out information anymore. Her tough shell begins to crack, "No...please..."

"Don't worry, you do your thing and we'll think of something. I have a lot more answers to give."

Under her breath she snarls, "Unbelievable, I can't believe I'm doing this." She points at you, "This continues, yes? I need more answers."

"Yes, that one's on the house."

She glares at you, anger and embarassment radiating off of her. Again she removes her clothes as efficiently and least erotically as possible, meaning she does so quickly and with no fuss. First she peels off her nylons and panties in one swift go, again kicking them off to the side. She reaches back and after a few moments of fidgeting she removes her pretty pink bra.

She turns to you, one hand on her hip and looking at you furiously. "Well, are you happy? Is this doing it for you you weirdo?"

You lean forward to admire her body. The heat of the room and the tension of the situation has caused her to glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. Her legs are shapely and thick, but well toned. They lead up to wider hips and then a flat stomach. You can tell she keeps herself in shape, probably in service to her job. Her dark muff is trimmed short in a small triangle. Her apple sized breasts were creamy white white with proud amber nipples. She had slender arms and neck. Now that you are really looking a her you see that her scantily freckled angular face is not nearly as hard as you first thought, though her cerulean eyes still glowered at you. Her chestnut brown hair back in a pony tail. She may not be modeling material, but she is a 10 out of 10 on the girl-next-door scale. You drink her beauty in for several moments.

You take a shot in the dark, "My god Agent Davis. Truly magnificent. I cannot believe you are single."

She looks surprised, "How did you know...?" Then a blush fills her cheeks as she stammers a bit. "The job keeps me busy, and that is none of your damn business anyhow."

She is WAY outside her comfort zone and is **** to change the subject. She turns in spot so you can see all around. Her ass is firm and round, putting your girlfriends butt to shame. Turning back she snaps, "There, you got what you want. Now what?"