Mission Inappropriate

Part 5 -- Mission Inappropriate

Chapter 1: Die Hardcore

"Freeze, asshole!"

The man in the dark suit stopped, a look of pure hatred in his eyes. His lips curled, and he spat out, "You may have found me, Steele, but my plan is in motion. There's nothing you can do to save this city."

The tall woman with the short, spiky blonde hair approached him, a gun pointed straight at his crotch. "Dimitri," she said, her voice soft as silk. "Don't make this any harder on yourself."

"There is no way you'll stop that bomb going off," he snarled. "You'll never find it."

The woman held the gun steady as she walked closer. She wore a black blazer over a white shirt, the shirt strained across her massive chest. Her eyes, blue as ice, lingered on the man. "Oh, I'll find it," she said. "You will tell me where it is." She took another step closer, the gun only inches from the man's groin. Her voice lowered and a smile tugged at her lips. She almost purred. "Oh, yes. You'll tell me."

"Cut!"

Harry rose from his folding chair, and in three strides he was on the small stage. "Spectacular," he said, smiling up at the woman. "Absolutely spectacular."

Harry wasn't a short man, but Jade Juggs still had a couple of inches on him. She lowered the gun. "Seriously? I flubbed my line."

"Nobody noticed. It was perfect." He turned to Hank Hammer. "Stellar acting, my boy. I'll admit, I wasn't certain you'd be able to pull off that evil look, but that was pure hatred."

Hank beamed. "Thank you, sir," he said. "I practiced in front of the mirror in the bathroom, like you said."

Harry grinned at him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Splendid. Now, go rest up for the interrogation scene. You too, Jade, I need you at your best. Have Liza do a little touch-up, then relax until Mike's rigged the stage." Jade nodded and headed over to the lounge area with Hank as Harry turned to Mike.

"Great work, Mike, but that was the easy part. After the interrogation scene, we have the rooftop fight scene. That's really gonna test our mettle."

Mike smiled up at Harry. "No worries, Harry. We've got this."

Harry nodded. "If you say so, Mike." He straightened, visibly shaking off the feeling of doubt. "I'll go put the finishing touches on the script for the interrogation scene. Be ready in twenty minutes."

Mike was ready in ten. He had dragged an old office desk and some chairs on the stage. The desk had figured prominently in many of Starlight Studios' films through the years. It had served as the principal's desk when Daniella Darling had to convince him she really deserved a better English grade, and as Nicky Knockers' workstation when she'd renegotiated her salary with her lecherous boss. This time, it would serve as an interrogation desk. Two fake walls painted gray and a lamp with a bare bulb had transformed the stage into a bleak concrete cellar. The desk was strewn with papers, an old tape recorder and a pair of handcuffs. Mike nodded to himself. Perfect setup for the interrogation scene, just like something from an old Cold War-era spy film.

He strolled over to the lounge area. Jade and Hank had taken the chairs, so he sat on the couch. "I think we're good," he said.

Jade looked over at him. "Been a while since I did an action film. These days I mostly strut about in leather outfits, slapping a whip against my hand with some sniveling guy crawling before me with a ball gag in his mouth." She sighed. "I miss the old days. Never did a film without at least one good fuck. Now that I'm typecast as the neo-Nazi dominatrix, good cocks are few and far between." She glanced over at Hank, a smile forming on her lips. "I'm gonna enjoy today."

Hank noticed her looking at him and glanced up. "Me too," he said, smiling. "That gun Harry got me was wicked cool."

Mike hid a grin and turned back to Jade. "How long have you been in the business?"

"Oh, fifteen years? Something like that. Me and Cory started the same day, actually. Did a girl-on-girl scene. The guy making the film needed one of us for a straight scene later. Said he'd decide who after we'd finished. We both wanted it, so we went ballistic, both trying to outperform the other." She giggled. "I got the part, and I love reminding Cory whenever I can."

"Guys are supposed to be competitive, but women are just as bad." Mike chuckled. "Worse, even. I don't think we'll ever see John and Hank argue over who has the largest cock."

Jade snorted, shaking her head. "Nope, not gonna happen." She grinned at him. "But call me if they do. I'll help them measure."

Mike laughed and picked up a magazine, settling in while Harry finished the script. He started reading a Where Are They Now? feature when a familiar face suddenly looked back at him.

"Katie Knoxx, perhaps the biggest star of the last decade, left a void that has been hard to fill. Her last film, produced by Starlight Studios and veteran director Harry Reynolds, was universally acclaimed and is widely considered one of the best adult films of the millennium."

Mike smiled wistfully. He remembered that day. Harry had proclaimed it a masterpiece the first time he'd seen the final cut, but that was just Harry--he did that with all his films. But Mike also felt the film stood out. Kate had never been so alive as she was that day, never so... exuberant. Thinking back, he supposed she'd already decided this was her curtain call, even if she'd only told him a couple of weeks later. He read on.

"Many young stars have tried to fill that void, but so far none has managed to match Katie Knoxx's on-screen charm, her almost magical presence and her stunning looks. We don't know how Katie spends her retirement, but this writer likes to imagine her on some sunny beach, drink in hand, not a care in the world. We miss you, Katie."

Mike put the magazine down, not bothering to read the other entries in the feature. I miss you too, Kate.

Harry exited the office, looking energized. "Back to stage," he called, waving them over. "We have work to do."

Chapter 2: I'll Make You Talk

Hank groaned, his cheek red. Jade's last slap had been a tad more enthusiastic than was called for, but Hank took it in stride. "Fuck you, bitch," he said. "You'll get nothing from me."

Jade leaned down, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, her face just inches from his. "You will tell me, and you will tell me now!"

Hank, hands behind the back of the chair, tugged at his handcuffs. Not one to throw away a line that had served him well, Hank sneered back at her, "Fuck you, bitch."

Jade leaned in even closer. She pressed her gigantic tits against him, his face deep in her cleavage. "So, you want to play rough? So be it, I'll give you rough."

She pulled away and Hank gasped for air. "Do your worst," he snarled.

"Oh, no, you don't get it," she purred. "I won't do my worst." She laughed, a throaty, seductive laugh. "I'll do my best." She went down on her knees before him, tugging at his pants.

"Good," Harry said. "Hank, lift your body slightly so Jade can pull your pants down, but don't make it too obvious. You're her prisoner, not her lover. Jade, when his cock is free, suck it, but not too long. I want you straddling him, driving the dialogue."

They nodded. Jade pulled Hank's pants down, letting his spring free. It jutted up, and Hank growled at her, helpless. Jade looked up at him, an evil grin on her face. "I know exactly how to make you talk." She opened her mouth, taking the head of his cock between her lips.

Hank gasped, then shook his head. "No."

Jade just moaned, ignoring Hank's protests. She slid her lips down his shaft, allowing more of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, slowly and methodically. She let his cock out of her mouth with a slight pop and started licking his balls. "You know what you need to do," she said, her voice husky. "Tell me where that bomb is."

"No, never!" Hank's eyes were closed, his teeth gritted.

"Don't be a fool," Jade said, raising her head slightly. "Make this easy on yourself." She took his cock back in her mouth, letting almost all of it into her throat in one deep movement. She continued sucking, Hank doing his best to portray the 'agony' he was in. As Jade let Hank's cock out of her mouth the final time, she rose to her full height before him. She unbuttoned her shirt, one agonizing button at a time, finally letting it fall to the floor beside her. He stared at her, shaking his head as she lifted her skirt, showing her naked ass and pussy. "No," Hank moaned. "No, no, no."

"Yes," she said as she straddled him, impaling herself on his cock. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Perfect," Harry murmured, leaning forward in his chair. "Good," he said, addressing the pair on stage. "Very good. Jade, find a steady rhythm. Make him understand there's no escape. Don't rush it, he's a dangerous man, but you know time is of the essence. You need the truth, and you need it now. Hank, you fight her, but she's too strong. Your only escape is surrender. Tell her what she wants to know, and she'll give you release."

Jade didn't answer, her eyes closed in what, to Mike, looked like genuine ecstasy. She kept Hank's cock deep inside her for a couple of seconds, then started riding him slowly. Hank also started moving, thrusting against her. They fucked like that for a while, Jade definitely not rushing anything. Her eyes were closed, her mouth half open, her breath shallow and quick. Suddenly, her body shuddered. She let out a moan and slumped forward. Hank looked at her, a little bewildered, then glanced over at Harry.

Harry gave Hank a little smile, twirling his fingers in the air. "Give her a second, lad. You're doing great, by the way."

Hank smiled, then turned back to Jade and resumed his 'protesting'. "No, no, no," he said. "Stop. I can't take it anymore."

Jade opened her eyes, a slightly dazed expression on her face. She took a moment to collect herself, then straightened up and continued her 'torture'. "You can end this anytime," she said. "Only you can do it." She pushed her boobs forward, smothering him with them while she quickened her pace, fucking him faster than ever. "Do it!" she yelled at him. "End it!"

Finally, Hank could take it no more. "Nakatomi Plaza," he said, his voice pained and weak. "Roof."

"Good boy," Jade murmured. "Very good." She knelt before him and placed his cock between her gigantic breasts. She squeezed them together and moved them up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Hank groaned and started fucking her tits, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Good," Harry murmured. "He's earned his freedom. Give it to him."

Hank gave some final thrusts between Jade's breasts, then let out a roar, cum spurting from his cock. Two large jets hit her, the first on the chin, splattering off it and onto her tits, the second on her face. She hurriedly took his cock in her mouth, catching the rest. Hank groaned as he emptied his balls in her mouth, then slumped down on the chair. Jade let his cock slip from her mouth and looked up at him, a smile on her lips. She loudly swallowed and gave his cock a final lick before standing up. "I can make everyone talk," she said, a look of triumph in her eyes. "Everyone." She turned and walked away, leaving Hank alone in the cellar.

Liza'd had to apply some concealer to Hank's cheek where Jade had slapped him. Her BDSM background, while quite lucrative, had also made her a little rougher than Starlight Studios' regular cast. Jade had apologized profusely to Hank, but he'd only grinned, enjoying his turn in Liza's chair, usually reserved for female performers.

Then she'd apologized again, this time to Liza, for adding to her workload. Liza waved her off. "Don't worry about it. I'm just happy to see you here at a respectable studio, not in one of those latex and leather places." She'd paused, then grinned at Jade. "And for a while there, it seemed you were really happy to be here, too."

Jade had smiled, but Mike thought he could see her cheeks turn slightly red. "Yeah, guess so. Those 'latex and leather' places have their appeal, but for a good, old-fashioned fuck, they don't hold a candle to Starlight."

Now all four sat in the lounge area, waiting for Harry. The stage was set for the action scene, but Harry was in his office, speaking loudly on the phone. The blanks he'd ordered were defective, and he was scrambling to find a solution. They could hear his muffled voice through the thin walls. "I can't have them shouting 'bang bang' at each other," he almost screamed.

Mike snorted and looked over at Jade. "At least we have time to rest up before the shooting starts."

Jade sat with her eyes half closed, a contented expression on her face. "Mmm," she hummed with a lazy smile. She sat up straighter and opened her eyes. "Don't worry. Harry knows all the right people. He'll make some calls and get this sorted out." She glanced over at Hank. "Tell you the truth, I don't mind if it takes a while." She grinned at him. "I got what I came here for. I'm fine just chilling for a while."

Mike chuckled. "Fair enough, but I wouldn't mind getting out of here at a reasonable hour. Got plans tomorrow, wanna get to bed early."

She feigned nonchalant disinterest. "Yeah? Same girl?"

Mike looked at her in surprise. "How'd you guess it was a date? How do you know about Carla?"

"Please. I can read you like an open book." She giggled. "Also, Liza told me."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, figures. You know, my mom was a nurse and used to talk about her days in the hospital. Ten percent of it was medical stuff, the rest was gossip." He looked over at Liza, winking at her. "She'd like you."

Liza snorted. Mike turned back to Jade and continued. "Yeah, same girl. Carla. I really like her. We've been on two dates, both were fun."

"Two dates?" Jade said. "Nice. She any good in bed?"

"Uh, we haven't had sex yet."

She looked at him quizzically. "Really? Why?"

"Uh, well, I don't wanna push her or anything. Take my time, you know. And I like talking with her."

"Hmm. Well, do your thing. I hope it works out for you two. But--just my two cents--if she likes you as much as you like her, she might want it just as bad as you." She tilted her head. "I know there are guys that push too hard, and I know there are girls that can be pushed. I don't know what kind of girl Carla is, but I do know you're not one of the guys that push too hard." She paused, studying him for a moment, then continued. "In fact... you may be the kind that pushes too little."

Chapter 3: O. K. Corral

The stage had been transformed into the roof of the Nakatomi Plaza, and while significantly smaller than Bruce Willis' rooftop, it looked surprisingly convincing. Hank, apparently having managed to escape from the cellar--although the script hadn't really offered any details about how--was almost jittery with excitement, looking forward to the action scene. Jade, more accustomed to her male co-stars being restrained and gagged, seemed to relish the idea of a fair fight. They had spent a lot of time rehearsing the fight choreography, and while Hank was careful not to hurt Jade, she seemed far less concerned with her own safety.

"Hank, stop treating me like some porcelain doll," she almost yelled at him, frustration showing. "I've been manhandled before, by five or six guys at a time. I can take it."

Hank seemed reluctant. "I don't like fighting girls."

"Well, can you see any?" She almost shouted at him. "I'm not a girl, Hank. I'm a woman, and if you don't start hitting me like you mean it, I'm gonna get my whip and show you what pain is."

Hank reluctantly agreed. "Okay," he said. "Let's try again."

They finally found a balance they could both live with. Hank was reassured that she wasn't going to get hurt; Jade was satisfied that it would look like she'd earned her win rather than having it served to her on a silver platter.

For the fight scene, Hank was supposed to ambush Jade, grabbing her from behind. She would wrestle free, fight Hank hand-to-hand, then retreat. Jade had pointed out that once she'd wrestled free, the easiest thing would be to draw her gun and shoot him, but Harry hadn't seemed too keen on the idea.

"No, that won't work. Your gun is, uh, stuck in its holster. You have to use your fists. Do it like we planned. After you've both landed some punches, Hank grabs your shirt, tearing it open. As your bosom is revealed, he hesitates, and you seize the opportunity, running for cover to, uh, get your gun out." Harry had the decency to look slightly embarrassed when allowing the gun back into the scene.

"Action," he yelled, and the fight began.

A lifelong movie buff, Mike had seen his share of blood and gore and wasn't squeamish about violence, but this was something else. During a short break, he approached Liza.

"She's killing him," he said, real concern in his voice.

Liza just smiled. "Don't fret. Hank's a big guy, and Jade's got a ton of practice making it look like she's causing pain." She frowned a little. "Come to think of it, she's got a ton of practice causing pain." She looked over at Jade, who was sipping water by the stage, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. "But don't you worry. I know at least one guy who volunteered to do a second film with her. It can't be that bad."

Mike wasn't fully convinced, but went back to his camera to shoot the reveal part of the scene.

"All right," Harry said. "Jade, stagger slightly. We need to see you're hurt. Hank, reach out, grab her shirt and yank it."

They had practiced the move with an old shirt from the prop room, and Liza had made some strategic cuts in Jade's shirt, allowing it to tear convincingly. As Hank grabbed her shirt and pulled, buttons flew like shrapnel and he was left with half her shirt in his hand, the other half still on Jade as her gigantic tits sprang free.

"Yes," Harry muttered. "Magnificent."

Hank pulled back for a moment, his eyes widening. Jade turned and fled around the corner. Hank hesitated a few moments, then gave his trademark roar as he drew his gun and ran after her.

"Fabulous," Harry said enthusiastically. "Great scene. Just one more scene now, then it's a wrap."

Mike had positioned three cameras to capture the fight; two at ground level, the last atop a tall stepladder, getting an aerial view. Starlight Studios could ill afford a helicopter, but a stepladder was well within their budget. He quickly rearranged the setup to give the illusion of an entirely different section of the roof.

"Jade, you know he's out there with you in his crosshairs, but the lives of thousands are at stake," Harry said, script in hand. "Your life is a small price to pay if that's what it takes, but you won't give it up for nothing."

He turned to Hank. "You hide in the shadows, waiting for your opportunity. As she approaches the bomb, step out of the shadows, gun aimed straight at her. You see her uncovered, and you hesitate." Hank nodded.

"Jade, as you see him with his gun, you know your only hope is his lust. You wait for him to lower the gun, then you make your move." Jade nodded too, the scene well rehearsed.

Hank hid, and Jade walked unsteadily to the 'bomb'. The bomb itself was one of Mike's better creations: a cluster of gray metal cylinders, strapped together, with a mess of colored wires disappearing into a control box. An old digital timer was connected to the box, showing less than two minutes before the city would be obliterated.

"Stop right there, bitch," Hank said as he stepped toward her.

Jade spun around, her massive boobs bouncing magnificently. "You can't do this," she said. "Thousands of innocent lives will be lost."

"There's not a single innocent man in this city," Hank snarled.

"But there are women," Jade replied. She put her left hand under one of her massive tits, lifting it. "I'm a woman!"

Harry watched intently, transfixed. "Fantastic," he mumbled. "What an actress."

Hank gazed at her chest, his eyes widening. He slowly lowered his gun. Jade waited until his gun was pointed at the floor, then raised her own and aimed straight at Hank's heart.

"A woman with a gun," she said. She fired, and Hank fell to the floor. Jade rushed over to the bomb and yanked the wire Mike had told her. The display went black, and she turned from the bomb and walked over to Hank. She looked down at his lifeless body, smoking gun still in hand. "May you rot in hell!" she said. She stood over him for a couple of moments, then her lips curled slightly. "And thanks for the fuck."

Harry declared the action scene an absolute masterpiece, praising each and every one for their exceptional dedication and unrivaled performance, be it on stage or in the wings. Liza's makeup and costume design was 'sublime', Mike's camerawork was 'stellar', and Hank and Jade's acting was nothing short of Oscar material.

When he finally started winding down, Jade put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Harry, your script was amazing." The old veteran looked at her, his lower lip trembling slightly as he struggled to find the words. Finally, he nodded to her, offered an uncharacteristically non-verbose "thank you," and disappeared into his office. As Mike watched him walk away, he thought he saw Harry's shoulders shaking a little.

Liza and Jade sat in the lounge area chatting while Mike went about his business, packing down his gear and stowing away props. Hank left shortly after his untimely demise, clearly looking forward to telling his current girlfriend about the action scene. Harry was in his office, door closed. Mike supposed he was having his traditional end-of-shoot cognac. As Liza left, she gave Mike a quick hug, wishing him luck on tomorrow's date.

Jade wasn't in any hurry and helped Mike carry the last crates into the prop room.

"Fun day," she said as she came back from the prop room. "Hope Harry'll have some more gigs for me in the future." She grinned at him. "Wouldn't mind doing another scene with that Hank boy."

Mike chuckled. "I'm sure Harry'll want you back. And Hank's one of our regulars, so you might get that scene."

"So," she said. "What did you and Carla do on the first two dates?"

Mike started walking to the exit, Jade falling into step beside him. "Dinner, mostly. First time was with another couple, Sarah and Jake. Second time, just the two of us."

"Fancy?"

Mike shrugged. "Second one was."

"Is that your plan for tomorrow too?"

"Nope. Paintball, actually."

Jade grinned. "Oh, she's an action girl? Me too." She giggled. "Well, you know what kind of 'action' I prefer, but paintball's good too."

Mike smiled. "I don't know how much of an 'action girl' she is. Paintball was her suggestion, though, so I guess she's not all about fine dining."

"Good. Never understood women who whine about getting dirty. My philosophy is, the dirtier the better." She grinned at him. "And if she likes getting squirted with paint, she may like getting squirted with something else too."

Mike snorted. "You know, you've got a very one-track mind."

She laughed. "Thanks, I know."

They exited the building, heading for their respective cars. When Jade was halfway to hers, she turned. "Mike!"

He looked back.

"Good luck tomorrow."

"Thanks."

She gave him a knowing smile. "And remember what I said."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Good night, Jade."

She laughed and continued toward her car.