Strike Force Three: Chapter One {fff}


	The room was filled with people engaging in light conversations with one
another.  Like most gatherings, these people shared some common interests and
many were in the same line of work.  But these were no ordinary people.

	The occupants in the room were some of the most wanted criminals in
the world.  Law enforcement agencies across the globe were searching for the
men and women in the room to arrest them for terrorist bombings, political
assassinations, robberies of precious metals and invaluable works of art, and
other crimes too heinous to mention.  Some of the most viscous killers,
thieves, and mercenaries sat around and idly chatted, like doctors would at a
medical convention.

	At this moment all these people were forgetting about the multiple
warrants and bounties placed upon them.  They were all without a care in the
world as they sat around a long oak table sipping brandy and smoking cigars.
But suddenly all conversation and chatter ceased as the man at the head of
the table cleared his throat to get the attention of his guests.

	“Ladies and gentlemen,” the impeccably dressed man, known to all only as Mr.
Church, said in a cultured and refined voice, “We have reached the end of our
weekend conference for S.C.U.M. members and have made a lot of progress.  Yet
there is one thing we have not done...we have not gotten any closer to our
ultimate goal.  The goal of world domination!”

	At the mention of their goal, the S.C.U.M. members began to vigorously
applaud Mr. Church.  As they did this two gorgeous women in scant French maid
costumes began to pass out glossy, blue folders to each person at the table.

	“To that end...” Mr. Church continued, “I have outlined my latest,
and boldest plan yet for your perusal and I can promise you that this will
bring us closer to our goal than ever before.  It is truly my greatest plan
yet and, as you can see, success is well within our grasp.  The world will
soon be ours!”

	This declaration was met with more applause, but also with some
concerned murmurs.  The plan was bold and it stood a good chance of
succeeding, but it was also a great risk to take.  If things did not go
according to plan, then the organization would surely not escape unscathed.
The various S.C.U.M. members continued to flip through the plan in silence,
before a man at the end of the table finally spoke up.

	“But Mr. Church,” the man stated, “The plan you have presented
us...surely it will attract the attentions of the G.I.C.  Aren’t you worried
that they will send someone to stop us?”

	In response. Mr. Church began to laugh his standard cold, fiendish laugh.

	“Am I worried that the G.I.C. will send someone to stop us?” he repeated,
“My dear Sergei, I’m absolutely hoping that they will!”  With that Mr. Church
once again broke down in evil laughter and this time he was quickly joined by
the others at the table.


Washington D.C.- Headquarters of the Global Intelligence Coalition


	The Chief sat nervously behind his desk sipping at a mug of strong
coffee. As head of the Global Intelligence Coalition, the largest
intelligence organization in the world, he preferred that name.  It created
instant authority and let every single one of his agents know who was in
charge.  The secret of the success of so many of the G.I.C. agents was that
they weren’t constantly reporting  to person after person in a complex
bureaucracy.  All of the American G.I.C. agents reported to him and only him.

	Sighing, the Chief once again looked over the reports in front of him
and took another sip of coffee.  Good thing it was strong, he was going to
need the caffeine tonight.  According to the reports he had collected from
G.I.C. field agents, in the last three hours activity from S.C.U.M. members
had increased in seven key trouble spots across the globe.  This couldn’t be
a mere coincidence, the G.I.C. had tangled with S.C.U.M. many times in the
past and the Chief knew that its members didn’t do anything on this level
without a grander scheme in mind.  The Chief didn’t like this, he didn’t like
it one bit.

	Suddenly a buzzing on the intercom interrupted the Chief’s thoughts.

	“Sir, I’ve got the President for you on the videophone,” the Chief’s
secretary, Amanda, announced.  The Chief immediately hit a switch underneath
his desk.  Almost magically a screen arose and the face of the President of
the United States appeared on it.

	“Good evening, Mr. President,” The Chief said, “What is it that I can I do
for you tonight?”

	“Well I wish I could be calling under better circumstances,” the
President began, his concern apparent despite his being able to retain the
cool, statesman like demeanor he always had, “But we’ve received reports from
all over the world tonight concerning activities by known members of S.C.U.M.
and I was curious about your take on the matter.”

	“Yes, Mr. President, we’re aware of the activity, but we have no idea
at this time what S.C.U.M. is planning,” The Chief replied, “We’re just
getting the reports now and they’ve already been turned over to our top
analysts for processing and determination.  We’ll have some answers for you
as soon as possible, Sir.”

	“Good, I know you’ll stay on top of this,” the President stated, “Can I
trust that you’ll be putting your best men on this?”

	“Yes Sir Mr. President,” the Chief answered, “I believe that this is the
perfect time to use Strike Force Three.”

	“Strike Force Three?” the President speculated, “I don’t believe I’m
familiar with that team designation,  are these men capable of completing this
job?”

	“Yes Sir, they certainly are, Mr. President.” the Chief quickly declared,
“”But you should know, Sir, that Strike Force Three is made up completely of
women.”

	“Women,” the President repeated, his concern growing more apparent as it
mixed with the surprise on his face, “Are you sure this is best?  I mean,
political correctness aside for the moment, can these women handle taking down
an entire S.C.U.M. operation?”

	“There’s no need to worry, Sir,” the Chief reassured the Commander in
Chief of the nation, “Strike Force Three is made up of my three best agents.
They’ve tussled with S.C.U.M. numerous times in the past and I have full
confidence that they can pull off another successful operation.  They never
fail to come out on top.  Let me send you their data sheets, Sir.”

	With that the Chief quickly brought up the files for the members of
Strike Force Three and sent them over the White House computer system. 
Instantly the President was able to see the profiles of the team members and
he quickly began to scan the material, taking note of the important facts.


Jenna: The team’s undeclared leader because of her years of experience in the
field.	Her speciality was technology and electronics.	There wasn’t a known
security system in the world that she couldn’t get around.  She had a genius
level IQ and was an expert in all fields of science, especially the nuclear
and meteorological sciences.  Her chief strengths were her cat burglar type
mentality and technological expertise, both of which helped immeasurably in
her ability to sneak into sensitive places that others wouldn’t even be able
to get close to.  Jenna has Level B intelligence clearance at the G.I.C.,
second only to the Level A clearance held by the Chief and a select few
others.


Janine: Second in experience to Jenna, and she made up for that in creativity.
She had received numerous commendations for her creative solutions to problem
situations.  Her area of expertise was weapons  and she prided herself on only
carrying the best and most advanced munitions.  She was an expert marksman and
was a member of the 1996 U.S. Olympic sharpshooting team.  Her chief strengths
were her fearlessness and expert knowledge of weaponry.  She was an expert
student of three of the martial arts, achieving black belt levels in karate,
kung fu, and judo.  Like Jenna, Janine had Level B intelligence clearance.


Angel: The youngest member of the team, she had joined Strike Force Three
only a year ago.  Her inexperience was more than offset by her exuberance and
ability to format quick responses to problem situations.  She was a master of
disguise and was easily able to avoid detection by hostile forces during her
G.I.C. testing, scoring one of the highest scores ever on the exam.  She was
also a linguist who spoke eight languages fluently and had connections all
over the globe.  Her chief strengths were an ability to forge documents with
ease and a knack to avoid security forces at any level.  She also was noted
for her precision with a knife.  Angel had Level C clearance.


	“I must admit I’m impressed,” the President said after he had finished
reading the necessary data, “These women seem to be the right choices for the
job.”

	“I thought you’d see that Mr. President, “The Chief replied, “If
S.C.U.M. is even breathing where they’re not supposed to, then I guarantee
that Strike Force Three will get to the bottom of it quickly and put a stop
to their activity.”

	“Your word is guarantee enough,” the President declared, “Keep me
informed.” The screen then went blank and the Chief hit the switch to lower
the screen back into his desk.	He then buzzed on his end of the intercom to
relay an order to Amanda.

	“Amanda,” the Chief began, “I want you to locate Strike Force Three
immediately.  Tell them to drop whatever they are doing and to get into
immediate contact with me.”


Los Angeles, California


	“Oh yes!  Harder!  Lick my pussy you little slut!” Jenna loudly
moaned in command to her partner.  Angel was only too happy to comply as she
increased the speed and tempo of her tongue attack on Jenna’s dripping pussy.
 The brunette wrapped her tongue around the blonde’s swollen clit and after a
few more long licks she began to suck on it, drawing further cries of
approval from Jenna.

	Meanwhile, Janine sat in a chair watching her two friends go at it on
Jenna’s bed.  The trio had just been at a banquet honoring their, and the
G.I.C.’s, efforts in the successful mission to stop the distribution of the
Bellisarius Microchip, which would have infected the global computer networks
with an unstoppable virus.  However, the girls had quickly grown bored with
the stuffy ceremony and had decided to adjourn to Jenna’s apartment for a
much more private and much more naked celebration.

	As she continued to watch the show, Janine couldn’t help but move her hand
to her own excited pussy.  She had intended to only watch this round, but the
excitement soon got to be too much for the blonde and she crawled out of her
chair to join in on the fun.  Janine ran her hand over Angel’s firm ass,
massaging it as a way of signifying her presence.  She heard the brunette moan
in lust and she took that as a sign to continue.  Janine then parted Angel’s
lips and went right after her clit.

	The moment Janine’s tongue made contact with Angel’s steaming pussy,
the brunette began to moan uncontrollably.  This caused her to momentarily
break off contact with Jenna’s cunt and produced a reaction of frustration
from her partner.

	“Don’t stop!” Jenna gasped, “Fuck me with your tongue!  I want to come all
over that sweet little face of yours!  Fuck me you pussy licking bitch!”

	Angel did as her team leader commanded and attempted to resume her
furious pace on Jenna as Janine drove her wild with her tongue.  But it soon
grew too difficult for her to continue.  As Janine continued to hit all the
right spots with delicate yet hard tongue movements, she knew that she’d
never be able to keep up the work that Jenna demanded.	Something had to
give, but Angel thought of a different method that would do the job.

	So, with great disappointment Angel removed herself from Jenna’s
pussy.	The blonde was about to register her disapproval, but before she had
the chance, she began to feel a new stimulation.  Angel had grabbed one of
her large breasts and, after making sure her nipple was rock hard, had begun
rubbing it against Jenna’s attention starved clit.  This produced the desired
effect and soon Jenna felt the pleasure shoot from her pussy straight to her
brain, causing juice to drip onto Angel’s heavy breast and soaking the nipple
in the process.

	This act got Janine’s attention and she managed to draw herself away from
feasting on Angel’s pussy to encourage her brunette lover further.

	“Oh yeah!  Fuck that slut!” Janine cooed, “Fuck her with your tits!  Make
her scream!”

	Janine then went back to her task of getting Angel to scream.  She
captured her friend’s clit with her fingers and stroked it, making the
brunette squirm with pleasure.	Janine then returned her tongue to her prize,
lovingly licking the juice falling from it.  Soon the blonde was licking
Angel into a frenzy and was eagerly awaiting the girl’s orgasm.

	Meanwhile Angel’s tit fucking of Jenna was driving the blonde closer
to her orgasm.	Jenna’s hands went to her own breasts and she began stroking
the throbbing mounds.  This was hardly the first of the trio’s sexual
encounters and by now Angel knew exactly what it took to drive Jenna crazy
with lust.  Having a hard nipple rubbing against her clit was certainly not
the only way to get her off, but it was one of Jenna’s favorites.  Besides,
Jenna thought with a sly grin, this was only the beginning of the evening and
they had plenty of time for fun.

	Suddenly Angel added a finger, then two to Jenna’s pussy.  The
sensation of the fingers massaging her clit along with the friction of
Angel’s nipple pushed Jenna over and her body began to buck in orgasm.	The
blonde attempted to use words to express her pleasure, but by then she was
beyond speech and could only cry out.

	Angel then moved her face back to Jenna’s pussy as she greedily
attempted to lick up all her juices as she came.  The brunette fastened her
lips to Jenna’s spasming clit, drawing her orgasm out so she could get the
maximum pleasure. And pleasure was exactly what Jenna was getting.  It seemed
as if the sensations of her orgasm were speeding to every corner of her body,
from her toes to each strand of her blonde hair.  Finally with one last cry,
Jenna collapsed back onto the bed.

	In all of the fury surrounding Jenna’s orgasm, Janine had kind of
become the forgotten woman, but she quickly reminded everyone of her
presence.  She reached over for the bottle of champagne she had been sharing
with Jenna and Angel and, after gently placing Angel onto her back, poured a
generous amount between the brunette’s legs.  The feeling of the cool liquid
meeting her hot pussy made Angel feel almost indescribable levels of
pleasure.

	“This is my favorite type of drink,” Janine seductively remarked as
she began to lick Angel’s pussy, loving the taste of the champagne mixed with
her friend’s juices.  Two of the things Janine loved more than anything in
the world were women and good champagne, so she always got a big kick out of
combining her pleasures.

	“Oh God yes!” Angel gasped as Janine’s expert tongue bathed her clit,
“You lick my pussy so well.  Keep doing that!”	When Angel had been
transferred to the Strike Force a year ago she had no idea of the extra
benefits that came with her assignment. But now she was making sure to take
advantage as often as she could.

	“Champagne is fine by itself,” Jenna began as the effects of her tremendous
orgasm finally subsided, “But you don’t want to forget the ice.”

	With that the blonde dipped her hand into the ice bucket, where the
bottle once lay.  Jenna withdrew an ice chip and placed it between her lips
and went to work on Angel’s breasts.  Using her lips she gently traced the
ice over Angel’s aureole and made sure to lavish  attention on the brunette’s
nipples.

	As a result of all the sexual energy being generated by the trio, it was no
surprise that the ice quickly melted.  But that did nothing to slow down Jenna
as she ran her tongue over where the ice had once been.  Angel’s right breast
was covered with her own juices, so Jenna made extra sure she did a good job
cleaning the large mound off.

	Angel was purring like a kitten from the attention of her blonde
friends and besides sighing out an occasional “Yes” or “More” she just let
the sensations flow.  The brunette moved her hand to the back of Janine’s
head, egging her on further.  The double stimulation of Janine eating her
pussy and Jenna suckling her nipples was getting to be too much for her to
bear and she was desperate for release.  She could feel how swollen her clit
was as it ached with desire.

	But just before Angel could feel the sweet explosion of pleasure that
was orgasm, Janine stopped her tonguing.  With a groan of frustration, Angel
opened her eyes and saw Janine gazing at her from between her legs.  The
blonde’s face was slick with Angel’s juices and a naughty grin covered her
face.

	“Don’t stop!”  Angel gasped.

	“Beg,” was Janine’s simple command.  Jenna had also stopped her efforts at
Angel’s breasts, leaving the brunette hanging on the verge of orgasm with
nothing to push her over.

	“Beg,” Janine repeated as her fingers gently teased Angel’s clit. 
She loved to be a tease and Angel was her favorite target, the girl got so
lust crazed at times that she was easy to play with.

	“Please lick my pussy!” Angel begged.  She loved playing along with
Janine and she knew it made the blonde wet to hear her talk dirty, “I have to
come!  I need it so bad!  Lick my hot little pussy!  Fuck my wet cunt with
your fingers...with your tongue...with anything!  I need it!  Just let me
come, please!”

	“I think that’s good enough!” Jenna said as she stroked Angel’s beautiful
face, “She deserves her little orgasm.”

	Janine nodded in agreement and resumed her oral activity at Angel’s
pussy. Soon Angel was again on the verge and, after Janine delivered one last
tantalizing lick to her clit, the brunette began to cry and moan in ecstasy.
As her cries reached a fever pitch, Jenna covered her mouth with her own and
delivered a deep, passionate kiss.  Their tongues dueled with one another and
their breasts pushed against each other, giving extra stimulation to Angel.

	The brunette continued to ride Janine’s face as her brain was
overloaded with pleasurable feelings.  Jenna and Janine had done such a good
job working her up, that release felt extra sweet to Angel.  She rode wave
after wave of pure pleasure, all the while continuing to kiss Jenna while
receiving a tonguing from Janine.  The three women were like an electric
connection of sex, with the lust giving way to feelings of tenderness and
passion.

	When the last wave of her orgasm crashed down, Angel and Jenna ended
their kiss and looked down at the only member of the trio yet to receive
satisfaction. Janine lay at the end of the bed, slowly running her hands over
her gorgeous nude body.  Of course it wasn’t as if that was necessary.	Jenna
and Angel certainly didn’t need any encouragement to want to fuck their
friend.

	“Looks like someone needs attention,” Angel observed.

	“I’ll say,” Jenna added, “Feel like sharing her sweet pussy with me, Angel?”

	“You have to ask?” Angel replied, with a smile as they approached their
desperately horny friend.  Janine’s desire was obvious to anyone and the two
women eagerly dove into her pussy, making sure her clit received the attention
is so badly needed.

	“Yesssss...” Janine hissed happily, “Get those tongues into my pussy!
 Feel how wet you two made me!”  The blonde began to groan with deep desire
as Angel and Jenna worked magic on her clit with their tongues.  Janine loved
having her pussy eaten and though the men in her life tried their best, no
one knew how to do it quite like another woman did.

	Soon Janine felt fingers being added along to the tongues and she
could no longer keep track of who was doing what to her.  A hand slid over
her ass and she felt a touch being applied to her most sensitive areas.  But
who was doing it didn’t matter, only the pleasure mattered.  She was having
her pussy eaten by two gorgeous women  and Janine decided that this was one
of those times where thinking was unnecessary.	Janine began to suck on her
fingers, treating each one like it was a small cock, to keep herself from
screaming out from the pleasure.

	Janine didn’t want to come too quickly, but she knew she wouldn’t
last long with two experienced pussy lickers at her sex.  Each drop of juice
that dripped from Janine’s pussy was quickly lapped up by one of the two
tongues at her cunt.

	She realized that before she was too far gone, she needed something
to distract herself, if only for a second, so she could maintain her
composure and draw out the pleasure of the encounter.  Janine quickly seized
upon an idea and grabbed the bottle of champagne she had just used for such
lascivious purposes on Angel.  The blonde took a healthy drink from the
bottle, loving the soothing feel of the alcohol as her two friends drove her
crazy.

	“Do we get a drink too?” Angel asked as innocently as one could with a face
covered in pussy juice.

	“Ask and ye shall receive,” Janine replied as she proceeded to pour the
champagne between her breasts and watched as it flowed down her stomach toward
her pussy and the waiting tongues of Jenna and Angel.

	Janine felt ripples of pleasure as the cool liquid bubbled and
tickled on her hot flesh.  She had always been on the giving end of this
treatment, but now she saw it was as much fun to get as it was to give.

	The presence of the champagne caused Jenna and Angel to lick faster
and Janine felt her body move to the point of no return.  But before she
could be sent into the blissful embrace of her orgasm, the red G.I.C. alert
phone by the bed began to flash.

	“Fuck!” Janine cried in immense frustration.  She needed to come, but their
duty to the G.I.C. had to take first priority in all cases.  Jenna and Angel
reluctantly removed themselves from their snack as Janine flicked the switch
that caused the video monitor to activate.

	“I didn’t interrupt you, did I?” Amanda asked as she appeared on screen.

	“Why do you wish you could join in?” Jenna asked with a flirty grin, causing
the secretary to blush uncontrollably.

	“Stop,” Amanda requested, “You know how hard it is to work around
here with a wet pussy.”  The three Strike Force members had been trying to
entice Amanda into making their threesomes into foursomes for what seemed
like forever, but so far they’d been unsuccessful.

	“What’s up Amanda?” Janine asked as she unsuccessfully tried to hide her
disappointment at being interrupted.

	“The Chief needs to see you, ASAP,” Amanda reported, “He’s sent the G.I.C.
jet for you and it should be arriving for you at the airport in about a half
hour.”

	“Did he say what was so important?” Angel asked, “We’ve already put in for a
vacation and we were hoping for some free time.”

	“He didn’t say,” Amanda answered, “He just said that you were to drop what
you were doing and come in for briefing.  What were you doing anyway?”

	“Folding laundry,” Jenna answered with a sly grin, Amanda knew
perfectly well what they were doing, “We’ll be there as soon as possible.”
Jenna then hit the switch to terminate the connection.

	“Looks like duty calls,” Janine sighed as she got up from the bed.

	“Not so fast!” Angel exclaimed as she playfully pushed Janine back on the
bed, “We have some unfinished business to take care of!”

	“But the Chief said...” Janine protested, even though she hoped her friends
would ignore her concern.

	“”The jet won’t be ready for a little while,” Jenna reassured her her fellow
Strike Force member, “So I think we have time to get you off before we take
off.”

	With that Jenna grabbed Angel and they resumed their activities
between Janine’s legs in an effort to prove her prediction correct.  It was
soon proven that her words were more than accurate, as each lady had time to
get off once more before take off.


Washington D.C.


	“So what’s so important that you have to bring us cross country to tell us,
Chief?” Janine asked as she, Angel, and Jenna settled down in the Chief’s
office.

	“This,” the Chief answered as he passed dossiers to the three women, “We’ve
had reports from London, Paris, New York, Jerusalem, Tokyo, and Helsinki of
S.C.U.M. activity.  We think it could be the work of Mr. Church and people are
worried that this could be the first signs of a strike against the United
Nations.”

	“What have the reports said?” Angel asked, “Is there any indication of what
the plan could be?”

	“Not yet,” the Chief replied, “But our sources tell us that S.C.U.M. has
been nosing around, asking all sorts of questions about satellite technology.
And there’s something else as well...Janine this might be hard for you.”

	“What do you mean?” Janine demanded.

	“We’ll we’ve received a report that Chris Steadman was kidnapped last
night,” the Chief explained, “We’ve attempted to confirm its authenticity, but
so far all we’ve been able to establish is that no one has seen or heard from
him in the last 24 hours.”

	Janine gasped at the news.  Chris Steadman was on of NASA’s top
scientists and an expert in aerospace technology.  But, more importantly, he
had been an on again off again lover of her’s for years.  They hadn’t been
together in the last eight months, but they had both hoped for a reunion
soon.

	“It can’t be,” Janine stated in disbelief.  Not Chris.  He had to be all
right.

	“I’m afraid there’s no reason to doubt the report at this time,” the
Chief said, “Now Janine, I’m aware of the fondness you and Chris have for
each other. I have to ask you this, can you handle this assignment?”

	“Of course she can!” Jenna immediately spoke up, placing her hand on
top of Janine’s in a show of support.  She didn’t like anyone challenging the
professionalism or ability of one of her Strike Force members.	“She can
handle anything and there’s no way we can go without the full unit.”

	“I want to hear her say it,” the Chief insisted.

	“Yes, I can handle it,” Janine declared as she smiled at her friend
in return for the gesture, “I’m a professional.  No matter what we find out,
I can do the job!”

	“I was hoping you’d say that,” the Chief said, “Now your first assignment is
to locate Dr. Steadman and to see if there’s anything to connect his
disappearance with S.C.U.M.”

	“We’re on it Chief,” Jenna confidently stated.

	“Good, go down and see Desmond before taking off for Houston,” the
Chief instructed, “That was Dr. Steadman’s last known location and it seems
to be the best place to start.”

	“Will do,” Jenna said as she led her team to the door.

	“One more thing ladies,” the Chief said, “If this is part of a S.C.U.M.
operation, then you know what you have to do.  Use as much lethal force as you
deem necessary.

	“Yes sir,” Jenna said as she, Janine, and Angel walked out of the office,
officially leaving their brief vacation behind and entering their latest
assignment.