Kiko Yugokumach was the only child of a wealthy country club owner. Mr. Yugokumach wanted a son, who would one day grow into a great and powerful warrior. One that he could send into battle against his enemies, like a Daimio sending his best Samurai. But against all his prayers, his wife gave birth to Kiko. Kiko reflected on this disappointment as she put on her uniform. She thought of her strange upbringing everytime she tried to put on the six inch high heel boots. When she was old enough to walk, her father decided she was to be a Ninja. Not the Ninjas of history that Kiko had read about. Nope, her father wanted her to be like the Ninjas of late night television. Unlike the Ninjas of history who hide in shadows and were as discrete as they were deadly, Mr. Yugokumach felt a Ninja should be in fashionable clothes and make dramatic entrances. Kiko stood in her high heel boots and began the rigorous mental exercises that would let her walk in such impossible footwear. She reflected on the day she first wore these cursed shoes. She had trained for eight years in basic black when her father announced that he had a new vision for her. She would come to find out later his "vision" came from a security guard's comic book. The character's name was Psylocke. She looked in the mirror. Her Japanese good looks was a blessing Kiko had always appreciated. Her dark eyes and youthfull face had an edge of seriousness despite the ridiculous length of her shiny black hair. Many a time has her hair been a detriment but her father insisted she keep the length and that she never put it in a ponytail. Which is usually the first thing she did after leaving the house. Her incredibly healthy and muscular body was hidden under what Mr. Yugokumach referred to as her "feminine distractions" To Kiko it was just plain fat. Her father disapproved of female Ninjas with bulging biceps so he forced her on a six milkshake a day addition to her diet. The result was a soft curvy body that obliterated any chance of Kiko getting some definition. She wasn't even allowed to work on her pecs. Kiko struggled to get the flimsy one piece swimsuit over her silicon chest. The sheer material stretched and barely covered her breasts. Her father insisted she get the plastic surgery because it was important in her role as an infiltrator. Not to mention the fact that it was important if she was ever going to look like the comic book ninja. She argued for hours that she was never going to be able to hide anywhere with water balloons pinned to her chest, but he was adamant. Finally she consented if he agreed that she could skip the purple hair dye. At least big breasts could get her laid, purple hair would just make her look like a freak. She wrestled the swimsuit over her chest and fastened it around her metal collar. She smiled as she recalled how she got away with such a kinky fashion accessory on the grounds that she needed it to hold her swimsuit up. Her father obviously couldn't argue when her last four suits ripped at the seams and exposed her during a mission. These suits weren't made to take knife cuts, pulling fingernails and patience. Especially when the one destroying the outfit is the one wearing it. Her swimsuit finally secured and her boots laced up, Kiko began tying on the ribbons and other useless items to her outfit. She felt ridiculous as she tied purple ribbons to her thighs and biceps. At least it made her muscles stand out and gave her a more cut look. She remembered with a sigh the one time they came in very useful. The bodyguard of the rival country club had held her down by her ribbons and had his wicked way with her. Of course after she had cum eight or nine times she escaped from his pathetic bonds and snapped his neck, but it was very sexy. She pulled on her gloves and thought about the worst limitation she had. Her father had once read that matadors abstain from sex before a fight. Therefore, by his twisted logic, Kiko was better off never having sex in order to keep her in prime condition. To enforce her celibacy, Kiko was subjected to around the clock surveillance by the staff, and her allowance was taken away everytime she was reported. Considering she received a thousand dollar a week allowance, Kiko weighed her sex very carefully. She wasn't even allowed to masturbate, and it was real embarrassing to have to sleep in the same room as the maids in order to keep her honest. Not that maids weren't corruptible, Kiko had already caused five of them to lose their jobs. And they were smiling when they left. She walked to the debriefing room, trying to get whistles out of the house staff. She stopped to bend over and dust off invisible blemishes from her boots, but she still didn't get any takers. Kiko blamed her father for her failing sex appeal. He had removed the offending appendage of her last partner in sexual gratification. He can be a bitch sometimes. She entered the debriefing room and locked the door behind her. Kiyoshi turned around and smiled at her. She smiled at the brilliant man her father had hired. Not only was he a genius at electronics, biology, mechanics, computers and chemistry, but he was also the best gatherer of clandestine information in the world. Best of all he was gorgeous. Kiko reflected that the way Kiyoshi was qualified in so many skills, it made her feel like she was in some cheap late night movie that was too cheap to hire extra people, so they lumped the experts in one person. As Kiyoshi approached she giggled. She was so happy her father was stupid enough to think he was Japanese. Her father had insisted on an all asian workforce as far as the intelligent positions were concerned. When Pedro Dealgo applied for this job, it was a smitten Kiko who changed his application to Kiyoshi. Fortunately her father has never been across the Pacific much less Japan, so he had trouble believing Pedro was from the "homeland". "Kiko, I have a new device I invented that your father wants installed immediately." Pedro said a bit more solemn than usual. Kiko smiled and ran her fingers through his short curly black hair. "What device would that be?" she whispered. Pedro cleared his throat and answered "It'll send us a signal whenever you get aroused or have sex, so your father won't need to watch you anymore." Pedro winced as Kiko's fingers curled tightly in his hair. Her glaring eyes made him shrink and he decided arguing would only make it worse. When she finally let go of his hair, he handed the small quarter shaped device to her. "And where does this go exactly?" asked Kiko. "Well, actually we already implanted it under your skin when you were asleep last night. I just wanted to show you what it looked like." answered Pedro sheepishly. Kiko closed her eyes and sighed. Experimental implentation of monitoring devices was a new indignity for her. But she focused her thoughts on her thirty million dollar inheritance she was promised, and tried not to get upset. "How does it work?" she asked, doing her best not to visualize snapping his handsome neck. "It's simple, it sends us a beep whenever you get aroused past a certain point. The beeps become faster as you approach orgasm and when you do orgasm, it gives us a whistle." explained a proud Pedro. "Fuck!" exclaimed Kiko, "I'm never getting away with a screw now!" "That was the idea," explained the smug Pedro, "but you should be paying more attention to your next mission. I have all the details right here." Kiko sat down with a loud sigh and looked at the huge monitor that described her mission. She tried not to think of her planned seduction of Pedro, now that she was intimately monitored. She dreamed of his tanned muscles, his swarthy complexion and his dark intelligent eyes. She tried not to notice his cologne wafting through the air to her starved senses. And most of all she tried to ignore the dampness of her swimsuit at her private spot. "BEEP" the machine alarmed in the small room. "Holy shit! Is the machine in here?" she asked. "Yes." he answered with an embarrassed smile. "Well how do you know it'll tell you when I'm having sex? I might pass by a construction site and if I get horny, you guys will dock my allowance." "Hmm, that's true, everyone's reactions will be different, I'm not sure how we are going to determine between arousal and actual sex." Kiko grinned with the usual wickedness Pedro had come to associate with one of her genius level ideas. It was the kind of grin that made her eyes disappear under her cheeks. It meant someone was going to get in a lot of trouble and like it. "It's easy, we can have sex right now purely in the interest of finding out how the monitor device operates. And because this is vital to finding out about my celibacy, I don't see how it can be held against me." said Kiko. "But we only have thirty minutes to complete this debriefing. Mr Yugokumach was very strict about the time we spend together since he found your ribbon stuck in my zipper." said a nervous Pedro. Kiko stood up and released one clasp on her collar. The swimsuit snapped down her front and rolled up her back like a pull-down shade. A "BEEP" was hear by all. As Pedro marveled at this deadly vision nude before him, Kiko spoke gently to him. "We better do the debriefing while we 'test' the device right?" spoke the nude Ninja. A "BEEP" sounded out, confirming her. Pedro stood up and threw his shirt off in one easy motion. He pulled Kiko towards him and kissed her way too hard on her lips. She performed the trick with her tongue that would let her manipulate a lockpick if she was bound, and he nearly came in his pants. When he came up for air, she dropped to his chest and sucked at his nipples. The foreplay was almost mechanical, but then, they didn't have much time. "Well your mission this time is a cakewalk." began Pedro. "We have found out that a man by the name of Mark Demeanie has won Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes, the state Lottery and the local county bake raffle. We have, OH GOD do that some more! We have information that he came into possession of a rare statue just before his winning streak." Kiko paused from extracting his nipples from his chest with her mouth. She looked at the screen at a pimply face man with really bad curly brown hair. He looked like the wimp you are not supposed to shoot at during shuriken practise. She then looked up at Pedro's eyes and clutched his groin through his pants. He jumped from the sudden pressure and looked down at her. "This isn't another wild goose chase like when Dad had me searching every government warehouse in the state looking for that box? I mean he sees one stupid movie and I'm searching for lost artifacts for the whole summer." threatened Kiko. "No, we have proof this exists." Pedro sighed as the pressure was relieved. Then he cried out as she unzipped his pants and stroked his raging peripheral. BEEP BEEP. "As I was, mmmmm, that feels good. We have receipts that he bought a statue that was rumored to bring good......GOOD GOLLY! I meant good luck. It was in a Innsmouth warehouse for the past fifty years. Now that..now that...now that..." And then he trailed off as her strokes became faster. When she stopped he regained his breath before she popped his flesh pencil into her mouth. "The statue is from ancient Greece," began Pedro. "It is known as the Ruby Tits of Luck. Found in 1932, it is alleged to have the ability to grant unstoppable luck to anyone licks the ruby nipples. Suppressed by the puritan morals of the time, it was believed lost forever." Here Pedro was unable to read anymore as his eyes were crossing. Kiko's mouth slide up and down his hard drive faster than he could imagine. Looking down, his blurring eyes could barely make out the sight of her hair flying as she sucked him. His fingers reached out and typed up the next screen, determined to finish this debriefing before he was too tired to continue. Kiko raised her head from the groin of Pedro and examined the monitor. She stood up and frowned at the statue on the screen. She grabbed a handful of Pedro's hair and crushed his face to her chest. "My dad paid good money for these breasts, you might as well enjoy them" she said. And with that prompt, Pedro tried to absorb as much of her silicon valley into his mouth. As Pedro's lips returned to infancy, Kiko studied her target. The picture of the Statue revealed it was only three feet tall, yet it was four feet wide from the bosom alone. The face was non-existent yet the breasts were very life-like if you happened to have huge rubies for nipples. As Pedro made loud wet nises from her chest, she briefly wondered about men's obsession with breasts. But she discounted it because that meant most men wouldn't mind when she wanted the woman's ass in a threesome. When Pedro's mouth was bruised, Kiko pulled his lips to hers' and kissed him for her own kind of luck. She broke the kiss and bent over onto his desk and presented herself to his ten inch manhood. Pedro reached for the ribbons on her thighs and thrusted himself into her beeping sex . His hands wrapped around her thigh ribbons, he humped her while she read the monitor for her victims's report. His long cock filled her completely and she squirmed back deeper onto his cock. "Fuck the debriefing!" Kiko said and began thrusting back with her ass. Pedro obliged by slamming harder, his hips bruising on her muscular ass. The small room became very sweaty as he fucked her on the desk. "YES yes yes" moaned Kiko. "Uh, uh uh" grunted Pedro. "BEEP BEEP BEEP" cried the monitor. Kiko gripped the edge of the desk and contracted her expert muscles. Pedro cried out as his cock was gripped by the world's tightest ninja pussy. He pulled and pushed his ten inches of manhood through her wet grip. Pedro know knew the japanese equivalent of the chinese finger puzzle. He liked this much better. Kiko threw her head back in an overdramatize orgasm but her sexy moan was drowned out by the monitor machine's speaker which produced a loud whistle. As the loud "PHEEEW" echoed through the room, Pedro orgasmed as well, his shrinking cock finally able to escape Kiko's grip. As Kiko laid there, frustrated at only one orgasm, Pedro resumed the briefing, pausing only to pull up his own briefs. "As far as we can determine, Mr. Demeanie has spent his new fortune on a mansion, extensive purchases in security cameras, a number of computers and for some reason, quite a few purchases from IBM" "IBM? He must be one sick man to buy from Intimate Bondage Materials." responded Kiko. She knew her victim must be kinky because she collected IBM catalogs like some men collect panties. Kiko stood up and tried to pull her swimsuit back over her chest. With Pedro's help and only a few more gropes, they managed to secure her outfit. She frowned at the screen and clicked it off. "Gee, some rich pervert with bondage toys and a lucky statue. It shouldn't be much of a problem." said Kiko. Pedro smiled and said "And since you leave tomorrow morning on Friday, you should be back before lunchtime." Kiko agreed and said "Let's hope it only takes a few hours and not turn into some sort of three day weekend from Hell."