Assignment From M
Copyright© 2026 by Zappedfan
Chapter 3: The Big Reveal, So to Speak
Moneypenny was disappointed that being paraded naked down a public street didn’t affect Bond as much as she hoped. Still, she had to set him up for the next day’s adventures and she had to do it before they reached the hotel.
“Maybe getting you mind on your work will help” She said not intending to help at all. “Do you think that nurse is a SPECTRE agent.”
“No,” Bond answered, “She’s just a pervert.”
“How about that lady cop?” Moneypenny asked.
“No, she’s just a sadist” Bond answered through gritted teeth.
“And the Cockney woman?” Moneypenny asked, “The one who keeps taking your picture?”
“Just a stalker,” Bond aswered, “Like every other woman here.”
Moneypenny was glad Bond said that. Now she could lead him into his next trap.
“Well, if all the regular tourists we meet here aren’t SPECTRE agents, then WHERE might SPECTRE agents be found?” She asked, suggesting a specific answer.
“Where regular tourists don’t go, obviously” Bond answered.
“James that’s brilliant! Now we just have to find that place.” Moneypenny said knowing full well that James would find “that place” in a few seconds when they enterred the hotel.
In the lobby, was a sign reading “Longcocked Stud-Hunt. Today’s Winner Mistress Moneypenny. Claim Prize at Registration Desk.”
“Look James,” Moneypenny said pointing to the sign, “Double-O Seven won a prize!”
“Don’t call my...” James couldn’t finish “Let’s just get checked in.”
“Welcome to the IROF hotel” the girl clerk said looking 007 over.
“We have a reservation and some sort of prize, I believe, I’m Mistress Moneypenny.”
“Oh!” the girl said excitedly looking back at 007, “I should have known. Here’s your room key and your complimentary one-day membership in the BB club.”
“The BB club?” Moneypenny asked, “Is that where ALL the tourists go?”
“Oh no, Mistress” the girl answered, “It’s very exclusive, by invitation only.”
Bond nodded to Moneypenny.
Good, now he’ll join the club. But that was tomorrow’s fun. What about tonight?
“Shall I carry our bags to the elevator, Mistress?” Bond asked.
“Just a second, um, Stud” Moneypenny answered.
Damn, once out of view of other people, James will be harder to manipulate.
“May we see a social calander” Moneypenny asked the girl.
“Of course” the girl said handing her a sheet.
Moneypenny spied some tourists and workers collecting around the elevators. She wanted a bigger audience for the next set-up.
Moneypenny pretended to be engrossed in the social calendar and to absent-mindededly reach down and grab hold of Bond’s cock.
Bond’s jaw dropped and eyes bulged. Moneypenny acted as if there was nothing unusual at all as she took a step toward the elevators giving Bond’s now hardening penis a tug.
“Come along, Stud” she said walking quickly to the elevators. Bond stutter stepped awkwardly behind with the bags.
“money ... penny...” Bond whispered. “Keeping up appearances,” Moneypenny whispered back squeezing as she tugged, “For England, James.”
When they reached the elevators, Moneypenny released Bond’s now fully erect penis. It pointed up at a forty-five degree angle attracting the attention of all the women by the elevator bank.
“OH, LOOK JAMES!” She said raising her voice, “THERE’S A DINNER-DANCE IN THE BALLROOM TONIGHT!” Moneypenny reached over and bounced Bond’s hard-on up and down like she was dribbling a basketball, “DO YOU FEEL LIKE DANCING?”
Some elevators arrived but all the people stayed put as they looked at Bond and his dancing hard-on.
He said what every good stud would. “Yes Mistress, thank you.”
Moneypenny turned to the opening elevators with a smirk. Another victory.
In the room, behind closed doors, Bond went right for a towel.
“Oh do you want to cover-up when we’re alone, James?” Moneypenny asked “Go right ahead, probably no-one will find out and if they do, well you can only be expected to put up with so much for a mission. I mean if you’re shy.”
Bond stared at Moneypenny but didn’t wrap the towel around himself.
“I was just going to take a shower” He said blankly.
“Good idea, James,” Moneypenny answered “I’ll make us some tea while you do.”
As Bond turned on the water Moneypenny spoke from across the room in s low voice.
“Can you hear me with the shower on James? No? Well that’s just as well. You’ve had such a full day already. Let’s see, you’ve been stripped, shaved, aroused, measured, milked, spanked, and paraded naked down the street. That last part didn’t go as well as I’d hope but I think I made up for it at the elevators.”
“That was fun ... for me at least. And I’ll have even more fun tomorrow at the Ball Buster Club, that’s what BB stands for by the by. There you’ll really be put through the wringer. Literally. But first I’m going to have you dance for me. Oh that’s right James, I said dance FOR me not dance WITH me. You don’t know yet what SORT of dance you agreed to. You’ll be doing all the dancing while I watch up CLOSE and PERSONAL.”
“How does it feel, James, to be used this way? The way I’ve seen you use women for years? Don’t you wish you just invited me along on YOUR holiday, now?”
“I’m sorry, Penny, did you say something?” Bond asked emerging from the bathroom drying off “I had the water running.”
“Hmm,” Moneypenny said, “Apparently it was a COLD shower.”
“Here’s your tea, James, be carefull not spill it on your ... self” MP said looking down at 007 “Its sooo hot.”
“Thank you, Penny” Bond said taking a chair and sipping his tea.
He tried to establish as much dignity as he could for a naked man with a cup of tea.
Moneypenny sensed that Bond was beginning to relax and she would have none of that. A sly grin crept across her face.
“James, we have an hour before the dinner dance.” She said leaning towards him. “You know, we’ve never been alone in a flat before. Do you want to do something ... naughty?”
“Why Miss Moneypenny,” Bond said falling for her trap for the umpteenth time that day, “What did you have in mind?”
“Let me think,” Moneypenny said pausing for dramatic effect “WE COULD PLAY STRIP POKER!”
Bond gulped as Moneypenny looked over his naked form.
“Ooops. Sorry” she lied.
Bond crossed his legs and blushed. Yet another victory.
Moneypenny consulted the social calendar one last time while Bond sipped his tea with as much dignity as a freshly shaved, still-pink-bottomed double-oh agent could muster.
“The dinner-dance begins in forty minutes,” she announced. “Dress is formal for mistresses. For studs ... well, you’re already perfect.”
Bond set the cup down carefully. “Penny, about this dance—”
“You already agreed in front of witnesses,” she reminded him sweetly. “And you know what happens when a stud goes back on his word in public.”
He did. The memory of her palm was still radiating heat through his entire lower half.
They left the room. The Cockney woman, somehow already in the corridor, raised her camera. “This’ll be a loverly picture to warm me ‘art in me old age.”
FLASH! Click.
In the ballroom the lights were low, the tables elegantly set, and every man in the room was nude. Most of them already wore small numbered tags on thin silver chains around their necks. A hostess in a severe black gown approached Moneypenny.
“Mistress Moneypenny? Winner of today’s Longcocked Stud-Hunt. Your table is ringside. And your stud has been entered in the evening’s entertainment.”
Bond’s stomach sank.
“Entertainment?” Moneypenny’s eyes sparkled. “How thoughtful of them.”
The entertainment, it turned out, was a series of “stud exhibitions.” One by one, selected men were called to a small raised platform in the centre of the dance floor. They were required to pose, turn, flex, and—upon command—demonstrate full arousal while a panel of mistresses scored them on length, thickness, stamina under teasing, and overall presentation.
When the announcer called “Number Seven—property of Mistress Moneypenny,” Bond felt every eye in the room lock onto him.
Moneypenny rose, took him firmly by the cock (a little TOO firmly for Bond’s liking), and led him up the three steps. She released him, moved slightly behind and to the side, one hand resting proprietarily on the small of his back, the other free to gesture.
“Turn slowly for the ladies, Stud,” she instructed, voice carrying.
He obeyed. The room murmured appreciatively. Someone wolf-whistled.
“Now show them why you took first prize today.”
Bond closed his eyes for half a second, then opened them and met the crowd with the same cool stare he once reserved for SPECTRE boardrooms.