July 9th 2025

The sound of lapping waves and the dull patter of conversation drifted to The Giant Slayer’s ears, although none of that could distract her from her mission. No, The Giant Slayer would not be swayed by the gentle rocking of the lavish yacht, nor the salty kiss of sea air, nor even the circulating butlers and their trays of tantalizing treats. Cynthia Nelson knew how to tune out those kinds of diversions and focus solely on her mission. For the moment, that mission took the form of a five foot nothing blonde with a vapid smile and a sun kissed complexion, Kelsey Willis, also known @KellsBells to her legions of fans. 

“Oh-em-gee these are just the cutest little weiners,” the influencer squealed. I didn’t know you could make them this small. Denise, you’ve gotta snap a pic of me with this.”

Cynthia responded to her alias without missing a beat, “Of course, Ms. Willis,” she answered politely, taking the other woman’s pink iPhone and lining up a shot with the faint outline of the Miami coastline in the background. 

“I told you to call me Kels,” Kelsey said as she leaned against the ship’s railing, arching her back to send her chest forward. Ever the professional, Cynthia managed to avoid staring at the pink polkadot bikini or its constant struggle to contain Kelsey’s ample breasts. When Kelsey kicked a leg out from her slip of a skirt, flashing a toned thigh, Cynthia managed to keep her composure. Even as the blonde opened her supple lips and stuck out a tongue towards the hors d’oeuvre, Cynthia kept her fantasies of tasting that tongue to the briefest of daydreams. She simply captured the tableau of sun and skin with the utmost professionalism. Afterall, this promotional event was the first time La Codicia has left international waters since launching their crypto currency. Cynthia couldn’t waste this chance.

“Denise, these are good, like really good,” Kelsey said, flipping through the photos. “Girl, I should totally set you up with an Insta.”

“Oh, that’s ok,”

“No cap. I’ve got an eye for these things, Denise. I see those curves, that definition.” 

“I do take care of myself,” Cynthia answered, neglecting to mention her fitness routine largely consisted of self defense, judo, and muay thai. 

“I’m telling you, if you just let that dark hair down and show a little skin, you could be famous. Not as famous as me, of course, but still, like totes a big deal.”

Cynthia laughed politely as she fingered her hair clip. Kelsey had no way to know that she was addressing The Giant Slayer, the most infamous deep cover agent in the United States government. “Really that’s quite alright. I’m happy in my role here as a relationship manager at La Codicia.” The last thing Cynthia needed was a horde of horny hobgoblins digging into ‘Denise’s’ personal life. Even the cover work of the Central Intelligence Agency wouldn’t stand up to the prolonged scrutiny of lonely losers with hardons and unlimited free time. 

“No, I’m like for realz, Denise,” Kelsey said with a cheerful smile. “You hide it, but you have a nice figure under that blazer.  Also, how are you wearing that right now? It’s like a gajillion degrees out here.”

Cynthia tried to ignore the beads of sweat rolling down her cheek. Part of her would have loved to wear a swimsuit in this heat, but she needed the suit jacket to cover the recording device. “You and our other honored guests deserve the finest welcome. You bought into the first release of DaBloons, after all. We value your business very highly.”

Kelsey returned her politeness with a quirked eyebrow. “Girl, I’m an influencer who sank a few stacks into your silly crypto scheme for the lolz. You don’t have to treat me like some C-suite cunt.” 

Cynthia quickly recalibrated Denise’s persona. She needed Kelsey to trust and cooperate with her, or this whole operation would be a bust. “You know you’re right,” she said. She reached up and removed her hair clip, letting her curly black locks fall to her shoulders. “I could use a shot, how about you?”

Kelsey’s grin practically jumped off her face. “I knew there was a boss bitch under there. Let’s turn it up.” The pair elbowed their way through the sea of tanned bodies until they reached the bar. A few moments later they had returned to the railing with shots of tequila. “Bottoms up, betch,” she said, tossing back the drink. 

Cynthia deftly mirrored her target’s motion, but tossed the tequila over her shoulder and into the ocean as Kelsey closed her eyes. “That stings,” Cynthia said, scrunching up her face. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your boss,” Kelsey said, leaning over in a conspiratorial whisper. 

Cynthia returned the whisper, “I doubt the Captain cares.”

“You sure? He seems like a real hard ass. Also that is like so icky that he makes you call him ‘The Captain’. Is that like a sex thing for him or something?”

“He does own La Codicia, the mega yacht we’re standing on. Apparently the Garcia family has been sailing since the days of Spanish privateers,” Cynthia answered. Even though Garcia was the actual subject of her investigation, Cynthia couldn’t have Kelsey too suspicious of him. The bubbly blonde represented her best chance of accessing the VIP cabin below decks, and she wasn’t about to fumble that opportunity now. She needed a distraction.  “Between us, Juan Garcia likes the stern captain image, but really he’s just a sweaty crypto bro, gambling his inheritance on the blockchain. I don’t think he would care if I ate you out, so long as it got you to buy more DaBloons.”

Kelsey’s smile bloomed into a devilish grin. “Denise, you bad girl! Is that an invitation?” 

No turning back now. “Ms. Willis, that would be highly improper,” she said with a wink. “The sun must be getting to me. Care to join me in a private room below decks?” 

“Well, I can’t have my new bestie passing out from heat stroke. We better get you laying down and out of that jacket,” she said with comically heightened concern. Kelsey laced her hand into Cynthia’s and followed the other woman through the crowd of influencers and investors.

The staircase down yawned across the polished wood deck like a gaping scar of shadows. The darkness briefly blinded Cynthia as she stepped out the bright sun above. After a couple quick blinks her vision returned, revealing richly veined marble wall tiles in dark green. The tone reminded Cynthia of the crushing darkness of deep water, as she led her giggling quarry through the corridors. “Ok, this room should be open,” she whispered to Kelsey, knowing full well the room was anything but. 

Cynthia pressed the access panel and the rich mahogany door slid into the wall. She breathed a sigh of relief. As she suspected, the door had been left unlocked due to the high event traffic.

A long, upholstered booth ran across one wall of the room with an oil painting of the captain hanging above it. A massive LED screen covered the opposite wall, with a pixelated image of a spinning golden coin occupying the entirety of the vast surface. A man, dressed in a suit similar to Cynthia’s own stood over the couch and whipped something into the palm of his hand as they entered. He towered over another man, tan, wearing only a pair of swim trunks and slumped onto the upholstered seat. The seated man didn’t react to the sudden interruption at all, he only continued staring blankly ahead. The standing figure in the room, however, turned and addressed the intruders. 

“Ah Denise, I was not expecting you,” said Captain Juan Garcia, dark eyes evaluating them from behind the mask of his olive skin. His well-tailored suit showed off the muscles of his imposing frame. The velvety black fabric matched the inscrutable blackness of his gaze as he studied the pair. 

“Oh, sorry. Is this the wrong room?” Cynthia asked innocently, as she memorized all the details she could about the scene before her. 

“No, it’s not. I have a feeling you’re right where you belong. Please stay,” he said in a gravely baritone with just a hint of a Spanish accent. 

“Nah. We were looking for someplace private,” Kelsey said. 

“Please, Miss Willis,” he said, gesturing towards the seat. You paid so much to be here. What kind of host would I be, if I let you leave empty handed?”

“Sorry, I got the rooms mixed up. I’m sure this won’t take long,” Cynthia added reassuringly. 

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Yeah, bet. Fine, I’ll listen to the sales pitch or whatever. But don’t think you’re off the hook, Denise.”

“Very good. Please take a seat, Ms. Willis.” Garcia answered. “Brennan here was just leaving.”

“Yes, Captain,” the dazed man answered. Then he stood up, lean muscles flexing as he did. Brennan gave a crisp salute and exited the chamber, all with the same glassy expression. Cynthia briefly considered tackling and restraining the captain, but she remained disciplined. She needed evidence of the financial crimes behind the DaBloons crypto currency, not an impulsive arrest.

Kelsey, seeming bored by the whole thing, plopped onto the leather seat, kicked her feet out and adjusted her bikini top. “Lessgo. Pitch me your timeshare or whatever. I was kinda in the middle of something.” 

“Oh, Ms. Willis, you wound me. I am not here to sell you anything. You simply deserve to know what you bought.” 

“I bought a meme. Can I go now?” she said back. 

The Captain gave an amused smirk, before answering. “I do not know much of these memes, but I would say you bought a piece of history. I want you to look at the image on the screen, study it in detail. Allow yourself to focus on it completely. Tell me what you see.” 

Kelsey turned her attention to the massive image of the digital coin slowly spinning on the wall. “It looks like a coin from an old Nintendo game or something.”

“Ah, but it is so much more. Look closer, focus on it,” he clicked a button on a remote and the image changed slightly, showing a number engraved on the edge of the golden disc. “This is the coin you bought. It belongs to you. Allow yourself to watch it, to study it. Don’t be distracted by the slow spinning. Try to stay focused.” 

“I’m not gonna get distracted just because it’s spinning,” Kelsey said, voice sounding a little more distant. 

“Of course you won’t, because you own it, you need to watch it, need to understand it. Just keep watching, Ms. Willis. Let yourself take in every detail as it slowly spins. The rest of the room, the rest of the party all feels so distant now. Nothing else matters at all. The only thing that matters is the coin and my voice. 

Cynthia tried to mask her frustration. She had hoped that Garcia would try to rope Kelsey into a money laundering scheme or at least say something incriminating on tape, not just ramble on about the NFT that represented the coin. 

But then she noticed Kelsey’s expression. 

The influencer’s eyelids had settled into a hooded stare, as she watched the image on the screen. Her usually vivacious energy had given way to a languid lethargy. Cynthia’s mind raced, searching for an explanation. Had the tequila been drugged? That was all she could think of. 

“As you stare, let your eyes take in all the detail. The longer you look, the more you can see, the raised edges, the grooves of patterns and symbols that slowly shift across the surface. We put a great deal of work into this image, Ms. Willis.”

Kelsey nodded vacantly. 

Cynthia turned to study the image as well, looking for any kind of clue to Garcia’s crimes. To her surprise, she did notice layers of shifting detail in the digital disc. It was as though the longer she looked, the more it changed. She knew she should be watching Garcia, but the coin just kept changing, one moment the pattern resembled a twisting spiral, the next it was a winding series of paths drawing ever towards the center, drawing her deeper.

“You see, Kelsey, may I call you Kelsey?” The older man asked.

Another vacant nod. 

“Well, Kelsey, what you are seeing is no simple avatar. We created this digital representation from meticulous scans of ancient Aztec gold, a precious treasure thought lost to time. But for you, our valued customers, we’ve captured the beauty of this ancient wonder in a form you can keep with you always, anywhere you go. Is that not wonderful?”

Two women nodded that time. 

“Now, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking nothing could be more beautiful than the DaBloon. You’re thinking you could watch it forever, that the DaBloon is all you need. Say ‘I need the Dabloon’”

“I need the DaBloon,” Kelsey answered, sounding distant. 

Cynthia felt the words bubble up in her own throat, and barely stopped herself from speaking them too. She couldn’t get distracted. She needed to focus on . . . something. Something was very important. The coin, right she couldn’t let herself get distracted from the coin.

“Yes, you do.” Garcia said, sounding immensely pleased. “And you have it. The image on the screen is yours. You can watch it whenever you want, however long you want, and you will. Every time, it will return you to this state of wonderful obedience. But for you, we have something even more special.” He reached into his pocket and fished out a golden coin on a string. “One of the originals.”

The pull of the digital icon paled in comparison to that of the genuine article. As soon as the glinting gold caught the light, both women’s eyes locked onto it. 

“Denise, would you care to help me with this part?” Garcia asked, extending the coin towards her. 

Cynthia almost forgot her alias through the heavy fog in her mind. “Huh? I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” she mumbled. 

Garcia chuckled as he crossed to her. “Indeed. You cultivated this relationship. You deserve the reward.”

“Reward? What reward?” Cynthia asked, that word snapping her awake. Perhaps this was the revelation she had been waiting for. 

“You shall see,” Garcia said as he pressed the cool metal into her palm. 

The coin felt absolutely frigid against her skin. A wave of icy cold rolled through her body, like it was draining the very life out of her. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to drop the piece of metal. 

“Now spin the coin for our guest,” the Captain commanded. Cynthia’s arm lazily drifted in front of her, one finger slipping into the loop of the string. The coin dangled before Kelsey’s eyes and once again captured her attention completely. Except this time, Cynthia could practically feel the energy of Kelsey’s stare, as though her life force were actually drifting out of her, through the coin and into Cynthia herself. 

“That’s it Kelsey,” Garcia cooed. Just stare and let all your thoughts drift away into the coin. You can see your thoughts floating away. Feel the gold pulling them out of you now. Enjoy that sensation, revel in it. It is so much better not to think, so much better to be empty and blank. Say ‘my thoughts are in the coin,’”

‘My thoughts are in the coin,” Kelsey parroted in a dull monotone. Those words sent a bizarre rush of heat sweeping through Cynthia. Every bit of herself that Kelsey gave up made Cynthia feel more alive. Her free hand drifted up to undo a couple of buttons from her shirt. The room had just gotten so warm all of a sudden. 

“Excellent, Kelsey. You cannot look away, cannot even think of looking away. Cannot think of anything at all. You can only stare, stare and obey. Say ‘I only stare and obey’.” 

“I only stare and obey,” she repeated. 

Another surge of heat blossomed within Cynthia. Some distant part of her knew she should help Kelsey. Yet she couldn’t tear herself away from the enthralling heat dancing through her body. She just kept spinning the coin and basking in that feeling.

“Good. Now strip,” the captain ordered.  

Kelsey’s hand rose up behind her back, untying her swimsuit with a simple tug. The polkadot bikini top surrendered its valiant struggle against gravity and tumbled to the floor, letting her ample breasts bounce free. Without ever taking her eyes from the coin, she shimmied out of the skirt slip, revealing her perfectly sculpted legs. She didn’t even hesitate before removing her bikini bottom. She simply untied the knots at its sides and let it hang loose, exposing a meticulously waxed landing strip leading down to her entrance. 

Garcia turned to face Cynthia. “I do believe she is ready.”

Cynthia didn’t even register the words. The subtle perfection of Kelsey’s body had mesmerized her. The woman made a living from her image, and Cynthia could finally appreciate how. She looked perfect, even with that slumped forward posture, mouth hanging softly open, pendulous breasts swaying as she hunched towards the coin. Or perhaps she looked perfect because of those things. Even though a part of Cynthia knew this was wrong, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was so so right. 

“Denise. Pay attention,” the Captain said, snapping his fingers in front of her eyes. “She’s ready.”

Cynthia started. “Ready, um ready for what?” she asked, trying to think through the steady pulse of arousal thrumming through her. 

“Your reward, of course,” he said with a chuckle. He placed a calloused hand on her shoulder and gently pressed her down onto the banquette seat. “A good captain shares the spoils with his crew after all.” 

“Spoils? Crew? I don’t understand,” Cynthia said as she let herself fall to the seat. Without being told, Kelsey leaned even further forward, practically prostrating herself on the seat to maintain the coin in her eye line.

“Kelsey, you’re going to pleasure Denise here. Until I say otherwise, you exist solely to please her.” 

Without a word, Kelsey clambered to the ground and began pawing at Cynthia’s pants. 

“Wait, what?” Cynthia gasped as the scent of Kelsey’s sweat and sunscreen filled her nose.

Captain Garcia smiled down at her. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. You found her and got her to buy the DaBloon. Soon she will promote our little coin to all of her fans, spreading its influence even further. This one is your treasure.” 

Cynthia looked down at the glassy eyed blonde, pulling Cynthia’s belt from its loops. “But . . . but . . . she’s clearly not herself. I can’t.”

“Oh? If you do not desire her, then why is your shirt open?”

“What!?” The spy’s heart leapt into her throat as she realized her shirt was, in fact, open. Shit, the wire. The microphone itself remained taped to her side, but the wire leading to it hung exposed. She had to think fast, had to hide it somehow, so she did the only thing she could think of. “Kelsey, I want you to kiss me.”  

Instantly, Kelsey obeyed, pulling her fingers away from Cynthia’s waistband and supporting herself on the seat. She pulled her body up and straddled the brunette, clamping her bare thighs around the woman’s dress slacks and staining the satin with her own arousal. Then she leaned forward and brought their lips together. 

Kelsey’s kiss felt soft and full and tasted of surrender. Cynthia almost lost herself in the pleasure, but she stayed focused on the wire. Relying on Kelsey to block the captain’s view, she made a show of running her free hand up her own side. With the most distracting moan she could muster, she slid her hand under the fabric of her shirt, yanked the wire free and tucked it underneath her on the seat. She just prayed Garcia hadn’t noticed. As Cynthia finally broke the kiss, she shot a quick look in his direction, and based on his smirk, assumed he hadn’t seen. 

Still she had to keep him distracted, had to give him something else to pay attention to. So she resolved to let Kelsey put on a show after all. That was why, surely. She just needed a diversion. She wasn’t giving in to that bottomless hunger welling up inside her. It was all part of doing her duty, really. “Get back on your knees,” she commanded. Kelsey eagerly obeyed and returned to the floor. Cynthia finished removing her pants and panties herself, and carefully tucked them beside her, further concealing the recording device. “Now, you can eat me out.”

Without a moment’s pause, Kelsey buried her head between Cynthia’s legs. Within seconds the scent of Cynthia’s own arousal overpowered the smell of sunscreen and sweat. Instinctively, the agent laced one hand through Kelsey’s blonde curls, although she found her other hand clutching the coin again. With every lap against her clit, Cynthia’s grip on the coin only tightened. 

The small metal disc practically vibrated against her palm. Every moment, the thrumming sensation grew. An unnatural heat spread through her body, starting from her folds and radiating upwards. Cynthia had never experienced anything like the power pulsing through her, every fiber of her being all danced in time to the rhythm of Kelsey’s tongue. 

The dazed influencer clearly had talent with her tongue, but that couldn’t begin to explain the primal passion coursing through Cynthia in that moment. Every orgasm of the agent’s past paled in comparison to the passion that overcame her then. Cynthia felt like a hole in her soul had suddenly been filled, like Kelsey’s saliva carried the very essence of life.

Finally, the synchronized thrumming of her palm and pussy built into a cresciendo that overcame her completely. For a brief, shining instant, Cynthia forgot her mission, forgot her cover story, forgot her worry for Kelsey and just basked in the euphoria. The entire world came into perfect focus. Her back arched, her voice screamed, her thighs clamped around the other woman’s face. Then Cynthia collapsed into a wet, sweating heap, the only rigid muscles in her body, the fingers that held onto the coin. Kelsey remained kneeling, blank and thoughtless. 

Garcia leaned down beside them. “The deed is done,” he said with smug satisfaction.

“The . . . deed?” Cynthia gasped between strained breaths. 

“Yes. You claimed your first treasure for La Codicia. Look down at your coin,” he commanded. 

Cynthia did so, and what she saw shocked her. The morphing miasma of etchings had resolved into a flawless reproduction of Kelsey’s face. The image stared up at her with golden eyes every bit as vacant and blank as the influencer’s own. “I don’t understand. How is this possible?”

“I will explain once you have collected yourself, but suffice it to say that Kelsey is our property now. Is that not right Kelsey?”

“No cap. I am property,” she said dully, warm breath tickling Cynthia’s still quivering pussy. 

The vapid monotone brought Cynthia crashing back to reality. She had intended to use Kelsey as bait to expose Captain Garcia’s crimes, but never imagined anything like this could happen to her. “I’m, I’m sorry, Kels,” she whispered. 

Kelsey didn’t respond, merely staring ahead into Cynthia’s folds. 

“You have no cause to be sorry,” the captain scoffed. “This is your first conquest of many, now that you are a full fledged member of my crew. You hold this woman’s life in your hands, a rare privilege indeed.”

Cynthia just kept looking between the woman kneeling before her and her eerie likeness on the coin. 

“I see you need a moment,” he said, reaching down and tussling Kelsey’s hair. “I shall see to it that the others get this one back to Miami before she is missed. Come with me, slave,”

Kelsey rose without a word and began following the captain towards the door, still naked and sticky from arousal.

“Hmm she has gotten awfully quiet. Slave, always address me as captain when you obey.”

“Bet, captain,” Kelsey answered. 

Garcia quirked an eyebrow. “ She wishes to gamble with me?”

“It means . . . yes,” Cynthia panted. 

The captain clapped his hands together. “Ah yes, very good. I am so glad to have you to explain these things to me. Come see me in my quarters when you are ready,” he said with a broad grin. Then he placed his hand on Kelsey’s bare ass and led her from the room. The older man paused in the doorway, looking back at Cynthia’s slumped form on the seat. “Welcome aboard, Cynthia,” he said, closing the door.

Cynthia found herself alone with the bizarre coin. She stared at Kelsey’s incredible likeness for nearly a minute, trying to understand what just transpired, before she realized the Captain had used her real name. Fuck.