Knowing she had little time Grace hurriedly set about rifling through Jessika's jacket and jean pockets and patting her voluptuous body up and down in search of what she needed without success. Pocketing the cash she fished out of the back pocket of Jessika's tight jeans Grace unzipped the jacket and pried it open, reaching inside it and feeling around, checking for inside pockets. Finding nothing she turned her attention to the spectacular set of breasts that had made Jessika a legend within the spy community, grabbing them in each of her hands and giving them a firm squeeze as Jessika's eyes watched dully.
Pulling up Jessika's top Grace reached inside the lacy pink bra and felt around, finding herself more than a little impressed with the flawless nature of the soft, yet firm breasts. Frustrate by not finding anything she yanked the bra down and lifted the amazing set of breasts out of it, allowing herself a few moments to fondle and roll them around in her hands, her thumbs caressing the stiff pink nipples. Looking around once again to ensure she was still alone Grace leaned in and rubbed her face against the deliciously inviting large breasts, sticking out her tongue and running it down between them before she took the stiff nipples in her mouth and sucked on them slightly. Leaving the bare, saliva-smeared breasts hanging out into the air Grace moved her hands down Jessika's jeans, rubbing her fingers over her crotch and across the thighs. Undoing Jessika's fly and easing the jeans down some Grace had a clear view of her black thong, chuckling to herself at the choice as she reached inside and felt around. The surprisingly moist thong proved empty but it didn't stop Grace from helping herself to a little exploration of Jessika's cunt, sliding the fingers in deep and wriggling them around a bit before moving on down towards the brown leather boots.
Knowing well that female agents liked to hide various things in their boots she ran her hands across them and worked the zippers all the down. Lifting up Jessika's right leg she carefully eased it down the leg and pulled it off her wonderfully shapely foot which was enclosed in a black nylon stocking. Smiling with approval at Jessika's sense of style Grace set aside the boot, which turned to be empty, letting the smooth and warm foot slide through her fingers as she rubbed and massaged it gently. Caressing the sole with her thumb Grace surrendered to her great weakness... her lust for beautiful women's feet... and raising it to her lips she brushed the toes across them while inhaling the faint yet delightful scent. Hungered she slipped out her tongue and licked the toes in turns before sliding her tongue up and down the soft sole. Laying the foot back down Grace eased the boot off the other leg, smiling to herself as the item she needed so desperately came lose and slide up across Jessika's foot... her access card to the AXE safe house De Marco had most certainly been brought to. Knowing she ought to hurry Grace couldn't resist rubbing the other foot, tweaking its dainty toes and licking them before sliding them into her mouth and sucking them through the thin nylons with great delight for a few moments before she set it back down beside the other foot.
(These fantastic illustrations were generously provided by the very talented Fugazi and he has my deepest thanks)
Pocketing the access card Grace hooked her arms under Jessika's shoulders and pulled her limp corpse up from the wall and up against her so their breasts thrust together while Jessika's head slumped down across her shoulder. Jessika's dangling arms swung besides Grace's hips and her stocking clad feet dragged limply along the pavement as Grace hauled her to the back door of the Corvette. The manipulation of her body causing Jesska's loose jeans to slide slide down past her hips and down to her thighs, baring her thong-clad butt cheeks much to Grace's amusement, inspiring her to help herself to a squeeze or two. With one arm around the body to hold it up against her Grace opened the door and lowered Jessika into the back seat, dropping her across it with a thud. Picking up the legs sticking out of the car by the feet Jessika shoved them inside, bundling her corpse into an awkward heap of the backseat of her own car. The awkward position left Jessika sprawled strangely on her side with the legs tangled and her buttocks riding up while her face lay pressed against the leather upholstery, the blood beginning to dribble from her lips smearing across it. Pleased with her work Grace closed the door and locked the car by pressing the remote on Jessika's key chain and tossing it down a storm grate as she walked down the alley.
"Its me. The mission hit a snag. I'm all that's left."
Grace said after dialing her phone once she was safely clear of the alley
