excerpt from " Danger Women Strike Force pt 1" by Fleming

[esercito sconfitto]

it's from Death skirts, and this count as a BIG WARNING




"Is everyone in position?"
Jessika asked through her earpiece com as she scouted the Villa property with a set of binoculars from an elevated position among the treeline.

"Getting there."
Nina replied as she crawled along the properties perimeter, frowning at the strain it was causing on her beloved leather pants.

"Yeah we got eyes on the birds nest but so far there is no easy way to approach it."
Patricia replied from where she and Maria were scoping out the guards shed by the front gate from across the road.

There were two guards inside the shed and a third patrolling outside, all male... as far as any man was allowed onto Vargas´s property or inside Calypso´s organization for that matter. They looked like local guys, nothing to worry over but still it was not an ideal situation. One wrong move and the everyone in the villa would know they were there.

"What do you think?"
Patricia asked Maria as she weighted their options.

"I think we can handle it, we just gotta be quick and precise and... Oh sh*t."
Maria muttered with a frustrated groan as she noticed a 4th guard, this one an attractive asian woman walking up to the gate from the villa.

"Well that´s just what we need."
Patricia grumbled as the gate opened and the asian woman stepped out, engaging the two men by the shed in a conversation... berating them for something by the looks of things.

"I guess we just gotta wait it out a bit, taking on four is just too risky when we have no better approach than this."
She concluded as she measured the distance of open space between their cover and the guards with the road separating them.

"Hang on, I think I got something."
Maria said as she nudged Patricia´s shoulder and diverted her attention down the road at an approaching Mercedes.

The Mercedes had not yet come into view from the front of the property or the guard´s station outside the gate because of the turn in the road just at the edge of the property and the surrounding trees, giving them enough time to react.

"Looks like the daily hooker delivery is early."
Patricia smirked as she and Maria shared a knowing look.

"Stand by, we´re exploring a different option."
Patricia reported via her ear piece com.

"Roger that."
Jessika´s voice replied.

Making sure to stay hidden from the view of the guards the two agents hastily made their way through the trees by the road until they were well clear of the guards sightlines. Estimating they only had moments more Maria and Patricia quickly made sure their weapons were locked, loaded and fully silenced before they stepped out onto the road in unison, blocking the Mercedes´s path and flagging it down. The Mercedes´s breaks screeched on the hot road and moving quickly before the driver would have a chance to figure out what was going on before it was too late. Moving to the driver´s side door Patricia gestured him to open the window and as he did she could see it dawn on his face they weren´t on the side, prompting him to reach for the gun strapped to his hip. He never made it though as Patricia efficiently popped two rounds from her suppressed UMP through the open window, double tapping the man´s heart, killing him instantly. Shrieking in shock as the driver´s blood splattered her the young escort in the backseat let out a scream of fright.

Special appearance by Miley Cyrus as the escort.


Panicking at the sight of Maria advancing towards her door with her silenced Glock raised, the escort did the only thing she could think of.. bolting right out of the car as fast as she could and take off running down the road towards the villa. She only made it a few feet however before two of Maria´s bullets slammed into her back, knocking her off balance with a painful gasp as twin jets of blood spurted from the fatal wounds. The girls arms were thrown up into the air and she was spun around by the force of the shots, sending her staggering drunkenly for a step or two before her legs gave out and she collapsed facedown into the hot cement, landing in a tangled heap with a groan. Maria could tell the girl was still moving as she moved towards her with the smoking Glock trained on her just in case, watching as the shapely buttocks rode up slightly in the air from under the hitched up denim skirt, the heels of suede thigh-high boots scraping along the cement as the legs twitched weakly.

By the time Maria reached the girl the twitching had stopped and as she nudged her over onto her back with her boot it became clear a third bullet would not be required as she was met with the blank gaze of a death in the girls terrified eyes as she turned over. Lowering the Glock Maria felt like kicking herself for allowing the girl the chance to run, telling herself the girl hadn´t needed to die. Kneeling down besides the body she reached out and checked for a pulse just in case before she ran her hand over the staring eyes and closed them, asking the girls forgiveness as she did.

"You did what you had too. She´d have gotten us killed if you didn´t stop her."
Patricia reassured her as she came up behind her, putting her hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah... maybe. Still feels like sh*t."
Maria nodded sadly as she got up.

Knowing they had no time to dwell on things Maria holstered her gun and grabbed the girls wrists with Patricia grabbing hold of the exquisite suede boots and together they lugged the corpse back towards the Mercedes, the girls blood dripping across the road as they did.

"Man these are some nice boots. I wonder if she is my size."
Patricia remarked as they laid the girl down next to the trunk of the car.

"No, she´s too small for you. But it does give me an idea."
Maria noted as she observed the dead body, estimating her and the dead girl to be a similar size.

"What´s going on?"
Patricia asked confused as Maria started unstrapping her body armor vest and pull it off along with her gunbelt.

"Get the driver out of the car. You´ll need to drive."
Maria declared as she unzipped her own boots and slipped them off one by one.

Catching onto the idea Patricia quickly complied, moving over to the driver´s side door and set about hauling the dead man out of the car while Maria stripped. Dragging the dead man to the side of the road and pitching him down the small ditch there Patricia found herself staring transfixed at Maria as she undid her tight jeans and slide them down her shapely legs and stepped out of them... her eye drawn in particular to the tiny little pink panties Maria was wearing and how astonishing her firm, round buttocks looked in them. Kneeling Maria rolled the dead girl over and unzipped her denim skirt, pulling it off of her and slipping it on. Next she unzipped the girls thigh-high boots and pulled them down her legs and off of her dainty bare feet. The inside of the boots felt warm against Maria´s delicate toes as she slid into the boots and worked the zippers all the way up the insides of her bare thighs. Lastly she plucked the girls hat off her head and put it on, adjusting her hair to look its best under it.

"What do you think?"
Maria asked as she turned towards Patricia and struck a pose with her hands on her hips... showing off her disguise.



"You sure do look the part."
Patricia smirked, not letting on just how awe-struck she was by Maria´s profound beauty.

Together they heaved the girls stripped corpse into the trunk and closed it after tossing Maria´s clothes and gear ontop of it, with her only keeping her Glock, which she tucked down the back of the denim skirts waistband, her knife and some spare clips, which found a new home inside the spacious boots.

"Come on, we better go."
Maria said as she got into the back of the car with Patricia taking her place behind the wheel.

"I´m trying to think of the appropriate Pretty woman quote to mark the occasion but I´m drawing a blank at the moment."
Patricia said with a smile as she turned on the ignition, glancing at Maria in the rear view mirror.

"Wha... Oh Jesus, I look like Julia Roberts don´t I?"
Maria groaned as it dawned on her why the girls outfit had looked so familiar to her.

"Yep, you sure do."
Patricia laughed as they set off leaving Maria to squirm with embarrassment in the back seat.