Hong Kong Blues
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Hong Kong Blues
This is the second of Miranda's prequel stories, during her brief tenure in MI6. This story is Miranda's final mission for MI6, prior to learning of her sisters murder. Here Miranda as successfully completed her mission, by placing a planting a bug in the officers of Chinese Intelligence in Hong Kong, but unfortunately she had been discovered by Chinese agents. In order to evade her pursuers and extract successfully, Miranda must seek out a disguise. Fortunately, an opportunity is about to present itself...
22/05/2022
" Control, this is Croft. I have three Chinese agents on my arse, cannot make primary extract. Please advise for secondary extract, over." Miranda put her hand to her earpiece, but between the tall buildings, blinding rain and multiple WiFi signals from mobile devices, Miranda couldn't raise the safehouse. She swore under her breath, her mission had gone rather well up to now. She had stolen a uniform from a female maintenance worker, choking the girl out and dumping her unconscious body into a dumpster. With the cap pulled over her head, managed to infiltrate the CI offices and plant her bug. But she had made a stupid schoolgirl error, by showing her face on a CCTV camera. There she had been red flagged, and now she had these clowns on her arse. There was nothing to it, she needed a new disguise and she needed it now. Running through the pouring rain, Miranda suddenly came across a night-club, a long queue forming outside it's neon lighted facade. She darted past the front door, she didn't have the time to queue up. Miranda waited by the exit door, it didn't take long for the door to shoot open, as two female clubbers jabbering in Mandarin exited the club. Seizing the opportunity, Miranda darted behind the women entering the club before the door closed. Taking a quick breath, Miranda scanned the dance floor, trying to find a girl her size.
Her stolen maintenance uniform, was drawing many odd looks and the occasional snigger mostly from the female clubbers. As she looked around the dance floor, Miranda could see many suitable marks but they were all in groups, it would be difficult to lure the women away to steal their clothes without them being missed. Not one being prone to panic, she made her way to the women's toilet around the back of the dance floor. If she there was anyplace where you get a girl alone, knock her out then strip her then it had to be the toilet. As Miranda entered the toilet, to her surprise she could find no-one around. Seriously, she thought, what nightclub doesn't have revellers that need a piss. Locking the door, Miranda started to pace weighing up her options, trying to find a way. After a while, of fruitless pacing she could here banging on the bathroom door and the incessant knocking was beginning to grate on her nerves. Finally losing patience, she opened the door to find a young pretty Chinese girl in front of her. Miranda looked her up and down. She had beautiful brown slanted eyes, with high cheekbones and a rounded face, a fluorescent red wig covered her hair. The girl was attired like a goth, with a black leather jacket, underwhich she wore a black loose tank top with a large jolly Roger motif on the front. Tight leather pants covered her long divine legs, belted at the waist with a studded belt and black lace boots. She wore a skull choker about her neck with matching studded earrings. Miranda grinned, the girl was exactly her size. " So how badly do you need to go?" Miranda said in perfect Mandarin to the girl. Before the pretty girl could react, Miranda yanked her into the bathroom by pulling on her choker, and quickly closed her arms around her in a chokehold. Miranda quickly squeezed her arms around the girls' slender neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. After about 30 seconds, the girl fell unconscious in Miranda's arms, letting off a brief sigh. Miranda, panting from the slight arousal she always felt when she knocked women out, lowered the unconscious girl to the bathroom floor. She then locked the bathroom door. Now she could have a little privacy.
Miranda stripped off the maintenance uniform, now completely naked. She then knelt by the unconscious girl, and began to strip her. Miranda began by removing the girls accessory's, including the choker and earrings, and putting them on herself, then she unlaced the girl's boots, testing them against her feet. Satisfied, that they would fit, Miranda pulled the girl up into a seated position, slipping off the leather jacket off the girls shoulders. Next, she pulled the tank top over the unconscious girl's head, revealing that she had gone braless. Miranda let the half-naked girl, fall back on the bathroom floor, affording her a view of the girl's small but well formed B-cup breasts with slightly pointed perky dark brown areolas. Resisting the urge to have a feel of the girl's breasts, Miranda unbelted her tight leather paints peeling them down her long divine legs, freeing them off the body. Miranda then yanked off the girl's solid black g-string thong, revealing a small, cute vulva crowned with a trimmed black strip of pubic hair. After she finished getting dressed in the unconscious girl's clothes, Miranda took off the girls red wig, putting it on her head, revealing a short black pixie cut. She tore her maintenance uniform into strips, binding and gagging the unconscious naked girl, then deposited her onto the toilet boil. Miranda then locked the cubicle door, sparing one last look at the beautifully tanned slim naked girl, she climbed out of the cubicle, unlocked the bathroom door and exited the room.
Now dressed in her stolen outfit, Miranda mingled with the crowd even finding an extremely hot blonde clubber to dance next to. She kept a weather eye on the Chinese agents, after about 30 minutes the lead agent flung his arms up in the air in frustration and ordered his men out of the club. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked at the blonde clubber. She had long blonde hair, with blue eyes, shallow cheekbones and a heart-shaped face. She wore a gold sequin dress " Hey, beautiful. What's your name?" The blond smiled, pulling close to Miranda. " Amy, I'am here on a gap year from Stanford. Your British right? Damn you have a lovely accent." Miranda caressed her arm, eliciting a soft moan of desire from Amy. "So I have been told, you know. I have a thing for blondes?" Amy pulled in close, caressing Miranda's arse. " Really? I have a thing for British Goths. Do want to get out of here. I have a hotel room nearby, and I want you all to myself." Miranda passionately kissed Amy on the lips. " Lead the way, gorgeous. And please call me Miranda." The two women got out of the club, hailed a cab and drove off into the Hong Kong night.
The next morning, Miranda got up quietly taking care not to awake the beautiful Amy, as she got dressed in her stolen leather clothes. After she put the red wig back on, she looked wistfully at the beautiful naked blonde, they had sex four times in the night and it had been breathtaking. Miranda loved all beautiful women, but held a particular soft spot in her heart for blondes. She had lost her virginity at 17 to a blonde, Danielle Traynor in school. Corporal Beth, her first relationship at 19 was a blonde. Miranda wrote Amy, a small note on the nightstand along with her private mobile number. Then she quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Luckily, the hotel where Amy was staying was not far away from the Hong Kong safehouse. It took Miranda 10 minutes to find the safehouse, located above a Chinese restaurant called the " Happy Tiger." As she took the stairs up and entered the safehouse, she found an angry Christopher Bennett on his mobile phone. When he saw her, he hung up. " Damn it, we thought you had been captured. Now I hear that you haven't put one girl into the hospital but two. And stripped them naked. You cannot help yourself can you?" Miranda crashed on the couch, not even looking at him. " I also bedded a girl, too. If your keeping score." Miranda loved to push his buttons. Bennett got in her face. " All this is game to you isn't it? You have no accountability, do you? You certainly lack for empathy. This is the problem with you soldier types." Miranda got up, right in his face. " You pencil pushing, West End prick. It's ok for you, safe in your ivory fucking tower, you are not the one who risks her life for queen and country on a daily basis." Miranda got up, opening the fridge to get herself a can of Coke. Bennett put his hands on his hips, shaking his head. " This the final straw, Croft when we get back to London I-- " Suddenly the Comms officer, stuck her around the door, cutting him off. " Excuse me, Sir. Miranda, We have got a call from New York, it's about your sister..." There was a long pause. " Well, Barbara, how is Steph doing. Has she broken any more hearts?. Miranda said as she opened her can. Barbara hesitated before replying. " I' am sorry, Miranda, but she as been murdered." Miranda, dropped her coke can on the floor as she began to cry. In shock, the only word she could say was " Steph".
22/05/2022
" Control, this is Croft. I have three Chinese agents on my arse, cannot make primary extract. Please advise for secondary extract, over." Miranda put her hand to her earpiece, but between the tall buildings, blinding rain and multiple WiFi signals from mobile devices, Miranda couldn't raise the safehouse. She swore under her breath, her mission had gone rather well up to now. She had stolen a uniform from a female maintenance worker, choking the girl out and dumping her unconscious body into a dumpster. With the cap pulled over her head, managed to infiltrate the CI offices and plant her bug. But she had made a stupid schoolgirl error, by showing her face on a CCTV camera. There she had been red flagged, and now she had these clowns on her arse. There was nothing to it, she needed a new disguise and she needed it now. Running through the pouring rain, Miranda suddenly came across a night-club, a long queue forming outside it's neon lighted facade. She darted past the front door, she didn't have the time to queue up. Miranda waited by the exit door, it didn't take long for the door to shoot open, as two female clubbers jabbering in Mandarin exited the club. Seizing the opportunity, Miranda darted behind the women entering the club before the door closed. Taking a quick breath, Miranda scanned the dance floor, trying to find a girl her size.
Her stolen maintenance uniform, was drawing many odd looks and the occasional snigger mostly from the female clubbers. As she looked around the dance floor, Miranda could see many suitable marks but they were all in groups, it would be difficult to lure the women away to steal their clothes without them being missed. Not one being prone to panic, she made her way to the women's toilet around the back of the dance floor. If she there was anyplace where you get a girl alone, knock her out then strip her then it had to be the toilet. As Miranda entered the toilet, to her surprise she could find no-one around. Seriously, she thought, what nightclub doesn't have revellers that need a piss. Locking the door, Miranda started to pace weighing up her options, trying to find a way. After a while, of fruitless pacing she could here banging on the bathroom door and the incessant knocking was beginning to grate on her nerves. Finally losing patience, she opened the door to find a young pretty Chinese girl in front of her. Miranda looked her up and down. She had beautiful brown slanted eyes, with high cheekbones and a rounded face, a fluorescent red wig covered her hair. The girl was attired like a goth, with a black leather jacket, underwhich she wore a black loose tank top with a large jolly Roger motif on the front. Tight leather pants covered her long divine legs, belted at the waist with a studded belt and black lace boots. She wore a skull choker about her neck with matching studded earrings. Miranda grinned, the girl was exactly her size. " So how badly do you need to go?" Miranda said in perfect Mandarin to the girl. Before the pretty girl could react, Miranda yanked her into the bathroom by pulling on her choker, and quickly closed her arms around her in a chokehold. Miranda quickly squeezed her arms around the girls' slender neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. After about 30 seconds, the girl fell unconscious in Miranda's arms, letting off a brief sigh. Miranda, panting from the slight arousal she always felt when she knocked women out, lowered the unconscious girl to the bathroom floor. She then locked the bathroom door. Now she could have a little privacy.
Miranda stripped off the maintenance uniform, now completely naked. She then knelt by the unconscious girl, and began to strip her. Miranda began by removing the girls accessory's, including the choker and earrings, and putting them on herself, then she unlaced the girl's boots, testing them against her feet. Satisfied, that they would fit, Miranda pulled the girl up into a seated position, slipping off the leather jacket off the girls shoulders. Next, she pulled the tank top over the unconscious girl's head, revealing that she had gone braless. Miranda let the half-naked girl, fall back on the bathroom floor, affording her a view of the girl's small but well formed B-cup breasts with slightly pointed perky dark brown areolas. Resisting the urge to have a feel of the girl's breasts, Miranda unbelted her tight leather paints peeling them down her long divine legs, freeing them off the body. Miranda then yanked off the girl's solid black g-string thong, revealing a small, cute vulva crowned with a trimmed black strip of pubic hair. After she finished getting dressed in the unconscious girl's clothes, Miranda took off the girls red wig, putting it on her head, revealing a short black pixie cut. She tore her maintenance uniform into strips, binding and gagging the unconscious naked girl, then deposited her onto the toilet boil. Miranda then locked the cubicle door, sparing one last look at the beautifully tanned slim naked girl, she climbed out of the cubicle, unlocked the bathroom door and exited the room.
Now dressed in her stolen outfit, Miranda mingled with the crowd even finding an extremely hot blonde clubber to dance next to. She kept a weather eye on the Chinese agents, after about 30 minutes the lead agent flung his arms up in the air in frustration and ordered his men out of the club. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked at the blonde clubber. She had long blonde hair, with blue eyes, shallow cheekbones and a heart-shaped face. She wore a gold sequin dress " Hey, beautiful. What's your name?" The blond smiled, pulling close to Miranda. " Amy, I'am here on a gap year from Stanford. Your British right? Damn you have a lovely accent." Miranda caressed her arm, eliciting a soft moan of desire from Amy. "So I have been told, you know. I have a thing for blondes?" Amy pulled in close, caressing Miranda's arse. " Really? I have a thing for British Goths. Do want to get out of here. I have a hotel room nearby, and I want you all to myself." Miranda passionately kissed Amy on the lips. " Lead the way, gorgeous. And please call me Miranda." The two women got out of the club, hailed a cab and drove off into the Hong Kong night.
The next morning, Miranda got up quietly taking care not to awake the beautiful Amy, as she got dressed in her stolen leather clothes. After she put the red wig back on, she looked wistfully at the beautiful naked blonde, they had sex four times in the night and it had been breathtaking. Miranda loved all beautiful women, but held a particular soft spot in her heart for blondes. She had lost her virginity at 17 to a blonde, Danielle Traynor in school. Corporal Beth, her first relationship at 19 was a blonde. Miranda wrote Amy, a small note on the nightstand along with her private mobile number. Then she quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Luckily, the hotel where Amy was staying was not far away from the Hong Kong safehouse. It took Miranda 10 minutes to find the safehouse, located above a Chinese restaurant called the " Happy Tiger." As she took the stairs up and entered the safehouse, she found an angry Christopher Bennett on his mobile phone. When he saw her, he hung up. " Damn it, we thought you had been captured. Now I hear that you haven't put one girl into the hospital but two. And stripped them naked. You cannot help yourself can you?" Miranda crashed on the couch, not even looking at him. " I also bedded a girl, too. If your keeping score." Miranda loved to push his buttons. Bennett got in her face. " All this is game to you isn't it? You have no accountability, do you? You certainly lack for empathy. This is the problem with you soldier types." Miranda got up, right in his face. " You pencil pushing, West End prick. It's ok for you, safe in your ivory fucking tower, you are not the one who risks her life for queen and country on a daily basis." Miranda got up, opening the fridge to get herself a can of Coke. Bennett put his hands on his hips, shaking his head. " This the final straw, Croft when we get back to London I-- " Suddenly the Comms officer, stuck her around the door, cutting him off. " Excuse me, Sir. Miranda, We have got a call from New York, it's about your sister..." There was a long pause. " Well, Barbara, how is Steph doing. Has she broken any more hearts?. Miranda said as she opened her can. Barbara hesitated before replying. " I' am sorry, Miranda, but she as been murdered." Miranda, dropped her coke can on the floor as she began to cry. In shock, the only word she could say was " Steph".
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Re: Hong Kong Blues
Hong Kong is awash with uniforms. Ssnth wrote a few stories set there many years ago. These days, owing to restrictions and the general mood, no local authors would dare write anything that might be taken the wrong way, even if it is clearly just fantasy. However, you can!
So much choice for your stories and as it's a city the moral undertone makes it an ideal setting for creative authors like yourself.

So much choice for your stories and as it's a city the moral undertone makes it an ideal setting for creative authors like yourself.
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Thanks peaky.Mr. Peaky Blinder wrote: Fri Mar 10, 2023 2:36 am Hong Kong is awash with uniforms. Ssnth wrote a few stories set there many years ago. These days, owing to restrictions and the general mood, no local authors would dare write anything that might be taken the wrong way, even if it is clearly just fantasy. However, you can!![]()
So much choice for your stories and as it's a city the moral undertone makes it an ideal setting for creative authors like yourself.
This was an homage to the alias scene, in which Syndney mugs a unfortunate goth girl for her clothes, to escape pursuers.
Much in the same way, Miranda needs a new outfit as well. Not only does she manage to evade her pursuers, but pulls a girl and has a really mind blowing night.
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Hong Kong……I thought someone would disguise to be a police or a cook.




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A civilian works well for Miranda, perfect way to blend into a nightclub crowd and escape her pursuers.pc305435632 wrote: Fri Mar 10, 2023 8:08 am Hong Kong……I thought someone would disguise to be a police or a cook.
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Cheng Chau ... I've had many a happy weekend there.
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It would be an idea to set a story in 1980s old colonial Hong Kong. Flight attendant and nursing uniforms galore. But the best would be the old fashioned policewoman uniform. Back in those days all-female squads would raid brothels. So, what if a squad is ambushed in the old no go zone of the walled city and their uniforms are used to commit crimes while the real officers are kept under lock and key, earning even more cash for their captors. Deep and heavy, but interesting. It could even turn into a saga, ending in the modern day.pc305435632 wrote: Fri Mar 10, 2023 8:08 am Hong Kong……I thought someone would disguise to be a police or a cook.
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That could work, I would need to do a little research but it's possible, I don't mind a little homework.Mr. Peaky Blinder wrote: Sun Mar 12, 2023 3:46 amIt would be an idea to set a story in 1980s old colonial Hong Kong. Flight attendant and nursing uniforms galore. But the best would be the old fashioned policewoman uniform. Back in those days all-female squads would raid brothels. So, what if a squad is ambushed in the old no go zone of the walled city and their uniforms are used to commit crimes while the real officers are kept under lock and key, earning even more cash for their captors. Deep and heavy, but interesting. It could even turn into a saga, ending in the modern day.pc305435632 wrote: Fri Mar 10, 2023 8:08 am Hong Kong……I thought someone would disguise to be a police or a cook.
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Now I would love to do a series centred around the cold War, the Berlin Wall, maybe from the
soviet angle?
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I can certainly help with the research. Fire away with as pms as you like.
The Soviets also had spies in HK during the Cold War too as did the CIA.
For me, the old colonial uniform dress, sensible shoes, nude tights and full-slip for underwear remains one of the finest. Despite this, there has never really been a proper movie or drama scene, despite loads of implied scenes.
Anyway, thanks for your thoughts, Mr Super-Trooper!
The Soviets also had spies in HK during the Cold War too as did the CIA.
For me, the old colonial uniform dress, sensible shoes, nude tights and full-slip for underwear remains one of the finest. Despite this, there has never really been a proper movie or drama scene, despite loads of implied scenes.
Anyway, thanks for your thoughts, Mr Super-Trooper!
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Certainly, I will drop you a pm when i'am ready. I have an idea already, two competing sets of agents, one KGB the other CIA or MI6(Or a mixture). The KGB kills for uniforms while the CIA/MI6, is non lethal. Except when against the enemy.Mr. Peaky Blinder wrote: Sun Mar 12, 2023 7:24 am I can certainly help with the research. Fire away with as my pms as you like.
The Soviets also had spies in HK during the Cold War too as did the CIA.
For me, the old colonial uniform dress, sensible shoes, nude tights and full-slip for underwear remains one of the finest. Despite this, there has never really been a proper movie or drama scene, despite loads of implied scenes.
Anyway, thanks for your thoughts, Mr Super-Trooper!
I could even recreate the Cod Cold War steal. But do a proper stealth walk through, unlike the game.