Code Name Tequila Ch. 01

Once out in the field, though, he found it mostly was pretty boring stuff. There were no fancy gadgets, no unrestrained gun fights, no evil super-villains and no women named Pussy Galore. In fact, it was mostly sitting in a darkened van on an endless stakeout, with the occasional break to rummage through someone's garbage to look for anything of interest.

But now, now he was finally living the life of a spy. He'd travelled to a foreign land, got into a gun fight, been saved by, and in turn saved a beautiful woman, and now he was fucking her. He felt the orgasm start to well up in him. As he released his load into Ria's mouth, he shouted out. "I AM JAMES BOND!"

Ria was surprised by the speed with which she was able to bring Chambers to orgasm. She hadn't intended to make him cum, as she wanted to keep him distracted. A horny man can be distracted by a perfect set of c-cups, a satisfied man just wants to go to bed.

Ria had to act quickly, so she swallowed down Chambers' cum and quickly stood up. Chambers was still smiling a goofy grin, recovering from shooting his load. Ria put her foot behind Chambers' leg, and pushed him, causing him to fall over on his back on the floor. Ria quickly leapt down and straddled Chambers at his waist, pinning him down.

Chambers was rubbing his head, which had hit the floor pretty hard. "What was that for?" he asked.

"You've had your fun, now I get mine," Ria said.

Ria arched her back, her tits jutting out into the air. Chambers forgot about the pain in his head, and reached out again for those lovely breasts. Ria, meanwhile, was stretching her right hand out under the couch. As her fingers crawled across the floor, Chambers' hands started to work down her body, massaging and caressing the soft skin on her stomach and sides.

Chambers fingers reached the elastic band of Ria's panties, and he started to pull them away from her body. Ria's fingers finally found the cold metal of the table leg, but she could only get the tips of her fingers on it and couldn't get a decent purchase on it. She lifted herself slightly off the floor to reach the table leg. Chambers started to pull her panties down at the same moment, and her semi-erect cock sprung from out between her legs and started to bulk out the crotch of her panties.

Chambers saw the bulge in Ria's panties, and so he yanked them as far down as he could. At the same time, Ria's right hand wrapped around the metal bed leg.

Chambers stared down at the space between Ria's legs. "What the hell? Do you have a cock?" he asked. He looked up at Ria's face just in time to see a metal club smash down onto the top of his head.

* * *

A year later, Robert Chambers was still working a desk in Virginia. Letting a prisoner escape, even if the follow up investigation did show her to be a harmless tour guide from Tijuana, was frowned upon and very career limiting in the agency. Chambers had gone from being a rising field agent on his way up the ranks to a pencil pusher over night.

The investigation in Aguila Roja, on the other hand, had moved forward with lightning speed. Thanks to the information that Chambers had gotten from Ria about Aguila Roja operating in Oaxaca 15 years earlier, they were able to put together a much more complete history of the shady character. They still didn't know who the Red Eagle was, but they were able to find an informant in Oaxaca. He had never met Aguila Roja, but knew enough associates to start to fill out the organization.

From this information eventually came the information that Aguila Roja was using the Pan-American Grand Prix racing series to smuggle weapons out of American and drugs into America. The racing series had been set up 10 years previously by an ambitious race fan and sometimes driver called Walter "Piston" Clark.

Piston's vision was for a racing series that included all the Americas, with the same calibre of racing as Formula One, but with more races in the USA and all races during the prime afternoon sports slot on Saturdays for the advertisers. With the races happening in South America, and especially Brazil, he was able to lure some top quality Latin American drivers that had previously been in Formula One, Indy Car or NASCAR.

Piston was a hell of a talker, and managed to get backing for the racing series from a number of sponsors. Sadly, Piston was not skilled at much else, and that included business. Despite pulling in great numbers at the track and getting decent rating on the TV, within 2 years the series was bust. It was then that Piston was approached by a consortium that would solve all his financial problems. All he had to do was allow them to run the logistics of the racing series, and set the locations and the dates for the races.

The calendar was shuffled around so that it alternated with 2 races in the USA or Canada, and 2 races in Latin America. The number of planes and trucks required to move the cars and their teams suddenly doubled overnight, especially for the transitions between the USA and the South American stops.

The consortium, it was discovered by the CIA, was headed up by Aguila Roja. The logistics of moving the race was used as cover to move goods. After the second for the two races during an American stop, the planes were loaded with guns. These were offloaded in South America during the first race in South America. During the second race in South America, the planes were loaded with drugs, which were offloaded during the first race of an American stop. Then the whole thing repeated again until it was completed four times a season. 16 motor car races, all just to ship drugs and weapons.

Aguila Roja started having other people he worked closely with buy up the teams, to ensure complete control. One of these primary links was the Tabernas brothers. A strategic assessment was undertaken, and infiltration of the Tabernas brothers organization was determined to be a key priority in the investigation into Aguila Roja. Analysts poured over the possibilities, and came up with a few different plans. The most promising one was to get a girl on the inside via the "race ambassadors" program.

Black Oak called a meeting to discuss the path forward, and invited Chambers along as a courteous. Chambers was expected to sit quietly during the meeting and say nothing. So Chambers mostly just leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

"Well, we need a girl that is smart on her feet, can handle herself, is really good looking and doesn't mind being treated like a piece of meat by Argentinean millionaires and their friends," Black Oak summarized. "Is that about right?"

The analyst giving the presentation squirmed a little before saysing, "ummm, for the most part. However, not to over complicate things, but to maximize our potential of success, we should try and play into Luis Tabernas' predilection for transsexual women, preferably of Latin American or Asian descent. Getting a transsexual into the audition process, assuming she is good looking enough and... as they say, passable, will give us a lock guarantee of getting the girl into the owners' box. A regular woman, and its just a crap shot then."

Black Oak nodded. "Actually, that might make it easier. All we need to do is get one of our agents in a dress. Asian or Latin American is best? Okay, Cho, Juárez, what do you say? Could you make a good looking woman?"

Agents Cho and Juárez looked very uncomfortable, thinking of not only having to wear a dress, but also the comment about "being treated like a piece of meat." Finally Cho asked, "would this involve any sex?"

The analyst giving the presentation nodded. "Luis is most likely going to want to have anal sex with the woman involved, yes."

Black Oak nodded again. "Right, that's no problem. CIA agents are trained to endure pain. So, what do you boys say. Cho, you up for it?"

Chambers laughed, and leaned forward. "Sir, if I may, I think I have an even better option that making Juárez or Cho cross-dressers. I think I have the perfect girl."

Black Oak sighed. "It better not be you, Chambers. I know you have been trying to get back in the field, but Cho would make a much better woman than you."

Chambers smiled. "No sir, it's not me. It's just a little loose end that I failed to tie off previously."

* * *

Ria hung up the phone and walked back towards the house, varying her route as she had been instructed to do. She thought back to that moment, six weeks ago, when the American with the loud shirt had approached her at the marina in Cabo San Lucas. Ria had fled to Cabo San Lucas after escaping from Chambers in Oaxaca, figuring that Tijuana would be too dangerous in case the CIA came after her, assuming that is even who Chambers really worked for.

Chambers had reported the escape of Ria to his superiors, but had changed some of the details, specifically that he had been whacked by the bar in the bedroom, where he had gone to check on the prisoner after she complained of being sick. He did report that Ria was a transsexual, but instead of telling the truth about how he learnt that fact, said that he had gleaned it from examining her behaviour, deducing the truth and confirming it during the integration.

The CIA were able to track Ria's history in Tijuana, but were not able to find anything out about her past before that, and didn't link her to the Ortega family back in Oaxaca. They were not able to pick up on her whereabouts after Oaxaca. She had not returned to Tijuana, and as she was travelling internally within Mexico, they had no document trail to follow.

A break had come a few weeks prior to the meeting in Virginia when Chambers had suggested using Ria for the undercover role in the Tabernas' organization. An analyst from the Latin American desk had gone fishing down in Cabo San Lucas, and brought back pictures of the trip. There, on the boat serving beers and acting as a guide, was Ria. The analyst wasn't assigned to the Oaxaca case, so didn't know who she was, but upon showing his pictures around on his return, she was positively identified.

At the time, it was decided to leave her alone, as she had been assessed as not being a threat to the Aguila Roja investigation, but after Chambers suggestion, a team was dispatched down to Cabo San Lucas to recruit her.

The man in the loud shirt approached Ria as she walked along the marina walk, trying to convince American tourists to do a full-day fishing trip on the boat of her employer, Mr. Estrada.

"Looking to go fishing today?" she asked the American.

"No, not today. Too sunny for me. I don't suppose you'd want to grab a drink with me over at the bar there," the American asked, pointing to the nearby patio at No Worry's.

Ria rolled her eyes. Constantly she had Americans coming up and trying to pick her up, thinking that every Mexican girl is going to drop her panties for the chance to hook an American sugar-daddy.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I am working right now. Maybe some other time," Ria said, but with a tone in her voice that clearly communicate her true message, "fuck off unless you want to buy a fishing trip."

"Are you sure? My treat, with no strings attached," the man said.

That's what they always say, of course, and Ria was prepared for it. "Oh, thank you sir, but no, I don't think so. Let me know if you change your mind about the fishing. It is a beautiful day, and if you are worried about the sun, we can put the sun shade up to keep you shady and cool."

Ria turned and started to walk away. The American called after her, "Please, Ms. Ortega, don't leave so fast. I think I have an interesting proposition for you."

Ria froze at the mention of her name. Since arriving in Cabo, she had been using the name Lucia Vicario. She could only think of two groups of people who could come after her in Cabo, either Chambers and the CIA or the cartels of Oaxaca. She wasn't dead yet, so she figured this man was probably CIA.

Ria thought about running, but looked up and saw two burly Americans staring at her standing 30 feet away. She looked down the alley that ran beside No Worry's and the Tesoro Hotel towards Marina Boulevard, but she noticed two large Americans standing guard at the end of the alley there. Ria started to formulate other plans, including jumping into the Marina water and swimming for it.

The American walked up behind her, close enough to speak quietly to her, but not close enough to spook her. "Don't worry Ms. Ortega. We are not here to take you in. We consider the incident in Oaxaca closed. But we do want to talk to you about a potential position that could be very lucrative to you."

Ria sighed, and turned around. "Okay, one drink," she said, and followed the man onto the patio at No Worry's. He ordered two beers while the four burly Americans took up positions at various points around the area. Ria wasn't sure if it was for the man's protection or to prevent her from escaping.

The man explained what they were looking for, someone to infiltrate the Tabernas' organization via the racing ambassador's program, and how the CIA thought her special mix of street smarts, self-defensive, intelligence and physical beauty would be perfect for the role. The American also explained Luis' taste in partners, and how they felt her physical attributes in that respect would help ensure she got into the owners' inner circle.

The American concluded his talk with the offer. "One-hundred thousand US dollars if you make it into the inner circle and can stay there gathering intelligence for the racing season, which lasts a little over 8 months. You can keep any money you make during the season from the job or any other 'activities' you might get up to. Just don't get caught or killed is all we ask."

Ria looked up at the white tower that rose above the bar and thought about the offer. A hundred thousand was a decent amount of money, but it wasn't enough to retire on. Ria would need to keep working, and if she was going to do that, she wanted access to more opportunities.

"I am fine with your conditions, but I have one more condition to add. I want American citizenship," Ria said.

The American scowled, "It is a long and difficult process to acquire citizenship, Ms. Ortega. America is not in the habit of just giving it away, and I don't have the authority to do so, even if I wanted to."

Ria stood up. "Well, then, thank you for your time. Have a nice day." She started to walk away, and heard the American curse under his breath.

"Ms. Ortega, please, come back and sit down."

Ria returned, and took her seat. The American looked at her for a moment, and finally shook his head in resignation.

"Fine, if you can successfully complete the mission and bring us actionable intelligence, you can get citizenship," he said.

Ria smiled and shook the American's hand. "Thank you. I am sure it will be a pleasure working with you."

The American picked up his mobile phone, and sent a text message to an electronic mailbox in Virginia. The message was quickly relayed to the Blackberry of the director of the Aguila Roja investigation, the man they called Black Oak.

"Tequila is a go."

* * *

Back in the present, Ria opened the door to the safe house in the Gaslamp district of San Diego. Despite being called a "safe house," it was in fact a safe apartment, on the third floor of a four story low rise building of studio lofts.

Chambers had returned to the safe house about twenty minutes prior. Chambers and another agent named Wilson had been watching Ria from a van parked a few blocks from the Marriott. They had tapped into the local CCTV cameras and had a patch on the security cameras in the lobby of the Marriott, so they could watch the meeting progress, though without the sound.

Chambers had lost five dollars to Wilson when the meeting ended without Pablo having taken Ria upstairs to his room. The fat fuck had taken every other girl upstairs for a quickie, but had refrained from taking Ria upstairs. Wilson had figured that Pablo wasn't into shemales, but he'd never seen Ria up close. Chambers didn't figure that most men would be able to resist her, and was more inclined to write off Pablo's reluctance to taking Ria upstairs due to the fact that he didn't want to upset Luis Tabernas by fooling around with a girl destined for his lap.

After the meeting finished, Wilson dropped Chambers off at the safe house. Chambers took off his jacket and tie, and made two tuna fish sandwiches. He sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat one, leaving the other one on a plate on the kitchen counter.

Ria walked in the door and saw Chambers sitting at the counter, eating his tuna fish sandwich. Ria had been very surprised when Chambers had been assigned to watch over her during the past month. At first he was very cold, almost hostile to Ria, but over time he has started to warm and Ria had found herself becoming attracted to the man who had been ordered to kill her just over a year ago.

Chambers had not originally been happy he was assigned to watch over Ria. "It's a chance to get back in the field," Black Oak had told him, but Chambers was pretty sure this was further punishment for letting the girl go in Oaxaca.

At first, Chambers wasn't sure of his feelings. Part of him wanted Ria to succeed because he was the one that suggested her and it would be good for his career, but another part of him wanted her to fail because he was still upset about being bested by her back in Oaxaca.

He took to his task of helping her infiltrate the Tabernas' racing team with a clinical detachment at first, but over the past month he had grown to respect Ria. She took to her work with enthusiasm, and showed a natural intelligence to pick up what she was taught quickly. In addition to helping Ria cram up on the details of the Tabernas brothers and what was known about Aguila Roja, he also spent a couple hours a day with Ria in the gym, helping her both keep fit (they wanted her to look attractive for Luis Tabernas and his guests) and also helping her refine her self-defence skills.

Chambers motioned over to the sandwich on the counter. "I thought we could have a quick lunch, and then work on some judo throws after lunch," he said. Ria took the sandwich and sat at the table.

As Ria took her first bite on the sandwich, Chambers congratulated her on getting the job with the Cabo Blanco team. "I hear that you made it into the owners' box right away. I have heard rumours that the Colombian and Mexican security services have been trying to get that close to the Tabernas brothers for the past year without getting anywhere within the same zip code as them."

Ria smiled. "That's because they never asked me to work for them."

"Their loss," Chambers laughed. Then Chambers face turned serious as he asked the next question. "Are you scared? I have heard some pretty nasty things about Luis Tabernas. He'll probably want to have sex with you."

Ria shrugged. "It is not a problem. Actually, he is kind of cute, I think."

Chambers blanched. "He's a cold blooded killer, and I have heard he likes to treat his women rough."

"You have to remember, Agent Chambers, I used to be a street walker in Tijuana. I have slept with people who were a lot dirtier, a lot rougher and a lot meaner than Luis Tabernas in my time. Luis Tabernas is no different than any of them. I'll take care of him and keep him distracted while I take care of myself and stay alert."

Chambers was impressed by her nerve, and nodded slowly. Ria grabbed her sandwich, taking a large bite and chewing.

"Besides, I've seen the pictures of the Tabernas' villas and ranches around the world. Any of them is a lot nicer than a flea bag motels I used to use in Tijuana. Frankly, I think I might enjoy this." Ria finished the last bite of her sandwich and stood up. "Alright, Chambers, let's fight."