The Game goes on.

Maria slowly and confidently struts out in front of you. "Now, James Bond, I believe you owe me two more pieces of clothing."

Your mind is racing as you try to think your way out of this. "Hold on, hold on. You've figured me out, I've just been having you on. I heard you guys, through the vent there, about 'sexual persuasion' or something like that and I thought I'd have a bit of fun. I mean I thought it was the least you guys could do after fucking up and ruining my night."

"This game was your idea, I suggest you get to stripping big boy." Maria gives you that crooked smile. God she was beautiful.

"I told you, you've got the wrong guy. I'm just an average Joe, an American citizen. Listen, my name is..."

"You shouldn't start a game if you're not going to finish it. That's just...unsportsmanlike." She stands, arms folded in front of her.

"Are you crazy? I just told you..."

"If you keep on like this I'm bringing your game to an end. I've already got enough from you for us to keep you at least a few weeks before you get to even think about calling a lawyer. If we keep playing I'm sure we'll be able sort things out. If things go well perhaps this even leads to a happy ending for you."

"I..." You pause unsure of what to say next. You were about to demand a lawyer but you figure she was probably right. Now that you've admitted to being a foreign espionage agent you had no idea what your rights were. If you actually were a British spy you had heard they had rules they had to follow in dealing with you, but you weren't and obviously the UK wasn't about to say you were one of theirs. Shit, these guys could probably keep you in custody for a good long time as things got hashed out. She seemed to be offering you an out.

"If I play this game...If I do what you say..."

She responds, "I'm sure the truth will be revealed and we can end this soon enough. No need to make any of this official if it is just a simple misunderstanding. I'm glad to see you're coming around." She then states, cool and composed. "Now, two pieces of clothing please."

"But those answers were yours, not mine!"

"Again, I don't recall a specific rule about that. One answer, one piece of clothing. That was the only rule. Besides, we're playing my version remember?"

"Fine!" You say. Curiosity gets the better of you, "Before we go on...when did you figure it out?"

"Who said I did?" She shrugs too innocently. You know she knows the truth.

"Okay, let's do this." Taking stock you figure out that you had a watch, a belt, pants, boxers, and an undershirt left. Defeated you take off the belt and the watch and place them on the table. "There you go."

"A belt and a watch, that wasn't very fun." She quips, "That's okay, I've got plenty of questions."

"Fine, fire away."

"Are you bi or gay?"

"No!" You snap defensively, the question taking you off guard. "Besides that's two ques..." You catch yourself, pointing out it was actually two questions did you no favors whatsoever.

"Aw, not even bi? Where is your sense of adventure?"

You ignore her questions, wanting to change the topic. "Okay, one piece." You undo and unzip your slacks, you toss them to the table with the rest of your clothes. You stand there in just your underclothes. Maria is looking you up and down like piece of meat at the butchers shop.

"Like what you see?" You ask sarcastically. Fuck!

"Mmmmm, yeah....yeah, not bad. I mean not amazing, but maybe it gets better." You hold still not saying anything, hoping she hadn't noticed..."That's an answer by the way." Nope, she noticed.

You peel off the undershirt, it sticks a bit from your sweat. It had been a long stressful interrogation and this old turn of the century non-air-conditioned house was still very warm from the hot day. Maria slinks forward nodding her head and seemingly liking what she sees. That impish grin on her face. She looks you up and down. "May I touch you?"

You knew it was the final question, and it was a doozy. What did she have in mind? Her face and body language were pure sexy hellcat, but you knew she might be playing you. 'What does it matter at this point?' You ask yourself, 'She'll probably do what she wants either way.' Besides, being the plaything of this stunning latina was probably better than anything else you were going to get up to tonight had they not grabbed you.

You nod, "Yes." And with that you pull down your boxers and kick them off to the side. Your cock and balls dangle free. You stand in front of her, arms at your side, as she gives you a good once over. It was...unnerving...yet exhilarating. You can tell that she is obviously loving this but she gives little else away as to what she might have in mind for you.