"Right, left, right, left!" Vertigo shouted at Katelynn as she jabbed at the punching bag he was holding for her. "Hook, jab, uppercut!"
Katelynn Morgan, aka Agent Nightingale, was getting a kickboxing lesson from her colleague, Vertigo. They were both members of a secretive team of mercenaries known as Blackballoon. Three months had passed since Nightingale was brought in to the team, and Vertigo had been working with her in the kickboxing studio for the past few weeks to get her in shape.
Nightingale was wearing a pair of pink kickboxing gloves, a black sports bra, and some tight fitting boxer shorts. The shorts clung to her tone thighs and round ass snugly, and the matching sports bra was just as snug as it cradled her enormous breasts - her best feature. Nightingale was blessed with a voluptuous set of knockers that were nearly the size of her head. It would take a grown man two hands to cup one of them in its entirety. Despite the sports bra hugging and holding her boobs tightly, they jiggled everywhere as she threw hooks and jabs.
Vertigo continued to call out the order for her to throw punches, and eventually she stopped, wiping sweat from her forehead. Nightingale's forehead was dripping with sweat, and her sandy brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail as she worked out.
"Don't stop now, we've still got half an hour to go." Vertigo told her. Her companion on the Blackballoon team was a heavily muscled man in his early thirties. He was apparently a football star in his earlier days, but Katelynn, being a computer nerd, had never heard of him before. Now, he worked with her on hand to hand combat, trying to bring her up to speed with the rest of the team.
"But I'm tired!" she complained as she bent over and placed her hands on her knees. As she leaned over, her heavy tits were pushed out slightly more.
"You're making great improvements so far, Nightingale, but you have a long way to go." the muscular man replied.
Their conversation was cut short as Vertigo's phone beeped across the room. He set down his gloves and walked to the side of the boxing studio and checked the text message that appeared.
"What's it say?" Nightingale asked, breathing heavily.
"Looks like your workout will be cut short today. It's HQ, we need to head back there right now." the man intoned.
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Nightingale and Vertigo reported to Colonel James "Mack" MacKinnon's office at Blackballoon Headquarters. The main Headquarters for Blackballoon Operations were in a high-rise skyscraper that overlooked downtown Phoenix. The Colonel was sitting behind his desk with a cigar in his mouth while he looked at some files on his desk.
"The mayor of a small rural village in Mexico has hired us to help him." the retired war veteran began to explain. "A group of drug runners has come in and set up business on the outskirts of his town, and the villagers are terrified."
"Understood, but why can't the local government down there do something?" Vertigo asked, crossing his heavy arms, and then he glanced down to check out his biceps.
"Because they're corrupt, and the mayor believes the drug cartel is buying them off. We're his only hope. I need you two to go down to Mexico right away and find out just what we're dealing with down there." The Colonel said.
"But, sir. Why me? There's no computer hacking involved. Wouldn't one of the other team members be better suited?" Nightingale asked, seeming concerned.
MacKinnon shook his head and took a drag off his cigar. "There's no one else. Cheetah and Aspen are out on assignment in Canada. You two are all I've got. Besides, it's just a reconnaissance mission for now. In other words, go down and survey the situation for now." The grizzled man took another puff of his cigar and added, "Your contact down there is Rosalina Diaz, the mayor's daughter. She'll fill you in on the rest of the details and show you around."
As Katelynn and Vertigo left the office, Katelynn had a very concerned look on her face. Vertigo noticed it too.
"You'll be ok, Nightingale, just stick with me." he assured her with a wink.
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The two agents traveled to Mexico via the company helicopter, and once they landed on the other side of the border, it took them another two days travel by jeep to reach the small, secluded mountain village. The village was nestled in the jungle hills with hardly any other civilization around it. No wonder this seemed like the perfect location for the drug cartel to set up shop.
The village was very quaint, having one main street, one Inn, one cantina, and one general store. Vertigo and Nightingale arrived in the village in their jeep and pulled up to the only Inn in town. Nightingale hopped out and grabbed her backpack. She was dressed for bush-whacking in the jungle - a tight green tank-top, khaki shorts, and a pair of hiking boots. As she hopped out of the jeep, a couple men who were sitting outside the Inn stopped and stared at her enormous jugs as she walked past them. She blushed slightly as she attracted the attention, and thought about whether she should have worn something more conservative, but nothing she wore could hide her huge fuck-pillows. Her jugs bounced in the green tank top, and the low cut front showed a gorgeous view of the perfectly round inner slopes of her tits that made up her cleavage.
Vertigo grabbed his equipment and slung his backpack over his shoulders as the two of them walked in the front door of the Inn. Inside, they found Rosalina waiting for them at an empty table.
Rosalina Diaz, the mayor's daughter, was a beautiful young twenty year old girl. The tan latina had beautiful long dark hair, deep, sensual brown eyes, and an amazing full-bosomed figure. The white sundress she was wearing looked great with her mocha skin, and the low cut neckline of the dress swooped down to display a view of her bountiful, full, round jugs. Her tits could only be described as fuck-jugs. The brown, perfectly rounded breasts were young and perky, and were enticing to look at.
"Rosalina, I'm Agent Vertigo." he introduced himself, trying not to stare into the deep view of her young, bulging titties, but the effort was futile. His gaze kept dropping to her melons.
"Hello, I'm Nightingale." Katelynn said as the girl embraced her in a hug. The two girls hugged firmly, and for a moment, both of their sets of big titties squeezed together during the embrace. It was a sight for Vertigo to witness, one that gave him an instant hardon. Both of those enormous sets of hooters mashing together would make any man hard.
"Mucho gusto." the busty latina greeted them and motioned for them to sit. Then she continued in English, with a moderate accent. "Thank you for coming. My father is so worried about the drug runners on the outskirts of town. They've been here for weeks, terrorizing our village!"
"Can you show us where their camp is?" Vertigo asked her.
"Si, yes." she responded, nodding her head. "It's late now, but we go in the morning."
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The next morning, the two Blackballoon agents met Rosalina in the lobby of the Inn as they prepared to set out to find the drug cartel's camp. Rosalina was wearing something more appropriate for hiking today - a pair of tight jeans that seemed painted on her body, hiking boots, and a military style button-up shirt that was ripped away to make it a half-shirt, leaving her thin, slender belly completely bare.
