Chapter 1

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my underground lair..."

The room was sparse and sophisticated. The carved rock adorning a significant portion of the walls provided a distinct contrast to the solemn steel surrounding the sizable obsidian table in the center of the room. The metal walls were decorated with identical lighting fixtures casting a solemn glow on the motley guests seated in plush, bizarrely shaped leather chairs. An occasional work of art added to this ensemble contributed to the overall effect of their surroundings. Against the far wall was a table upon which smaller pieces of artwork and a bust of the Marquis de Sade provided more decoration. Above this, between two matching chandeliers, hung a single portrait of a bald man with a stern expression and a nasty scar gracing one cheek that he appeared to do his best to conceal from view.

The setting was Las Vegas, Nevada. High aboveground, tourists went about their business as tourists do when on vacation there, unsuspecting that beneath them lurked a presence they believed no longer resided there. Some time ago, a well-known criminal mastermind hijacked a nuclear warhead and threatened to detonate it at the earth's core unless the world's governments met his demands. In time, his plot to conquer the world failed and the man who hatched it disappeared without a trace - supposedly never to return. Little did anyone know he was now back and as determined as ever to conquer the world.

The place was the new Virtucon headquarters in Las Vegas, Nevada. The old headquarters had been destroyed years earlier and Virtucon had moved from its old location in the desert to a new one directly beneath the city. It took three full years and a great deal of money because the operation had to be conducted under low-key circumstances, so as not to attract attention from the international authorities. Since Austin Powers and Vanessa Kensington infiltrated their previous underground base of operations a move to another locale was not only necessary but the secrecy of the move was vital for the success of their current operation.

An austere metal table was situated directly in the center of the room. Those seated around it included dignitaries from a wide variety of capitalist countries, all there at the personal request of the host. They had arrived in Las Vegas in preparation to attend the state dinner now underway. They'd traveled to the city using pseudonyms to conceal their true identities with good reason. Their host was among the world's most wanted criminal masterminds!

At the head of the table sat the man who had issued the invitations; the same man whose portrait hung on the wall behind him. His most trusted aides were seated on either side of him. His bodyguard, known only as Random Task, stood behind him at a respectful distance, looking over the room coldly.

"I'd like to introduce you to my evil cabinet," Dr. Evil continued, indicating his aides one by one as he called them by name. Mr. Bigglesworth sat in his lap as Dr. Evil stroked him and nodded toward the man keeping a respectful distance behind him as he began, "My bodyguard, Random Task. A dedicated and ruthless assassin who prefers to leave his mark in the most obvious way known to him. Number Two, president of Virtucon, chairman of the Jefferson Mint and my right hand man in my evil dealings with the world. Number Two was recently featured on the front cover of Forbes magazine. Next is Frau Farbissina, Number Two's assistant and leader of the militant wing of the L.P.G.A ... Beside her is the man code named Fat Bastard, our top infiltrator in London, England's Ministry of Defense..."

And so it went as Dr. Evil introduced his evil minions to the assembled guests; Alotta Fagina, Mustafa Butros-Ghali, Patty O'Brien and finally the silent, scowling Scott Evil who sat at Dr. Evil's left hand, absently toying with his food and not looking at or speaking to anyone. That is until Dr. Evil introduced him.

"And finally, I'd like to introduce you to my son Scott, lead vocalist of the alternative rock band Evil Petting Zoo. Of course Scott has no actual function as a member of my evil cabinet," Dr. Evil added almost as an afterthought. "I simply keep him around as an example of how the youth of America have long since lost their sense of direction..."

"Blow me," Scott Evil muttered under his breath. "I came from you."

"Excuse me?" Dr. Evil turned toward Scott, an eyebrow raised.

"Nothing," Scott answered in a lower tone of voice, again sullenly playing with his food and not looking up.

Dr. Evil considered Scott for a few moments, then turned back to his guests, "Speaking of how the youth of America have lost their direction; the reason I invited you to my secret headquarters to tell you of my latest evil plot to take over the country, and then the world. As you know, my last plan to hijack a nuclear warhead and hold the UN hostage was foiled by Austin Powers. Now, our operatives Fiona Snyder and Wyatt Frame, are working with a number of recording artists, including Josie and the Pussycats, Britney Spears and Christina Aguliera, to hide subliminal messages in their albums designed to make audiences even more mindless, conformist sheep.

"We at Virtucon have personally headed this project to encourage mass consumption of goods in order to weaken the American economy and eventually spread our operation to the European capitalist countries. Of course, a large percentage of the revenue will go to us to fund the recording and distribution of subliminal recordings in pop music. I believe when we're finished the world will be a fertile stomping ground for Virtucon to step forward and control all worldwide business transactions from the purchase of a pack of cigarettes to absolute control of the global stock exchange."

Dr. Evil finished, raising his little finger to his lips and stifling an evil laugh. Then, noticing the other guests were watching him intently, he stopped and spoke again.

"However, there's a small problem we must deal with. It's come to my attention that Austin Powers partner, Felicity Shagwell, is dangerously close to uncovering my evil plans. We believe someone from inside my organization has informed her of our plans! She's conducted a series of investigations that have brought her close to the information that'll uncover our involvement ... Thus, Frau Farbissina and I have secretly devised a counter-strategy to thwart her efforts."

Turning to his cabinet member, he gestured, "Frau Farbissina?"

"Thank you, Dr. Evil," Farbissina said. Then she called out, "IVANA!"

Dr. Evil flinched at the grating sound of her voice as, at Farbissina's summoning, a door to the right of Dr. Evil's portrait opened. In strolled a tall, slender woman with handsome angular features and sandy blond hair, coolly looking over the gathered guests in the hall as if silently appraising them. The woman was clad in a tight black vinyl catsuit that accentuated her sleek frame like a second skin. The material ended just above her modest, albeit well-proportioned, breasts. Her voluminous hair cascaded down over bare shoulders to her upper back. Seeming to ignore the stares her entrance elicited from the gathered guests, she held her head high as she continued walking forward. Without speaking, she made her way to Dr. Evil and stood by his right hand side, her hands on her hips.

"Majesta KRUSH!" Farbissina called out a second time, again eliciting a startled wince from Dr. Evil.

This time the door to the left of Dr. Evil's portrait opened and another woman insinuated her way into view, walking with a deliberate, suggestive gait. She was also clad in black vinyl but unlike her partner, her ensemble was far more revealing. A skimpy top covered only her pronounced chest, leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. A thick mane of hair, flowing freely to the middle of her back, was the night-black hue of a raven's wing. The tight-fitting costume called attention to the formidable curves of her lush body. Her alabaster skin was accentuated by bright red lipstick and the slight makeup around the eyes gave her a sinister appearance. Taking her place at Dr. Evil's left hand side, she stood in silence, looking over the room with a seductive air of suppressed danger. Patiently, she waited for Frau Farbissina to formally introduce them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to two of our top secret agents from the Soviet Union, code-named Ivana Pultitzov and Majesta Krush," Farbissina announced to Dr. Evil's guests, respectively indicating the sandy-blond and the raven-haired woman as she revealed their names.

Farbissina and Dr. Evil both noticed the dinner guests were staring at the two women in speechless, open-mouthed awe, clearly under the spell they cast over the vast room.

"Exquisite, are they not? Few men - or women, for that matter - have successfully resisted their natural charms and everyone who has come in contact with them eventually met their end. Their powers of seduction are matched only by their fighting ability as they will now demonstrate for you all. Bring in the FEMBOTS!"

Dr. Evil cringed a third time as a platform on the side of the room directly opposite his portrait began to rotate. Heads turned to see what was happening. A huge portion of the wall turned completely around to reveal six scantily clad blonde bombshells, each wearing big hair and flimsy, see through pink and white lingerie. Aside from their outwardly human appearance, these women were obviously cybernetic beings created by Dr. Evil's henchmen to deal with certain special agents who gave him too much trouble.

The fembots alighted from the raised platform with flowing athletic motions as they approached the head of the table and paused awaiting orders, all of them catching the eyes of the pair of female agents standing on either side of Dr. Evil. The women stared unflinchingly at the cyborgs, as if anticipating a sudden movement from them.

"Attack these women," Farbissina told the fembots, pointing to Ivana and Majesta with a slight nod of her head.

Immediately, the fembots formed an attack formation and advanced on the Soviet agents. Ivana and Majesta exchanged a brief glance, seeming to communicate with one another without speaking. Then sneering derisively and with fluid movements, they took defense positions to meet the impending attack. One of the fembots made a move for Ivana Pultitzov, executing a perfect spinning roundhouse kick at her midsection, which took the full brunt without feeling its impact. Grabbing the ankle of the advancing fembot, Ivana knocked the cyborg's other leg out from under her, dropping her to the floor and rolling up along the captured leg to deliver a penetrating savate chop to the back of her neck that knocked the fembot out cold.

One down!

Another fembot slipped up from behind Ivana as she knelt on the floor, performing a standing somersault and landing on the sandy blond agent's shoulders in a deadly leg scissors. Feeling the soft flesh of the cyborg's thighs pressing firmly against the sides of her neck, Ivana twisted her fingers into claws, which she used to viciously slash at the encircling limbs squeezing her windpipe before gripping the muscles at the back of the cyborg's legs to loosen them. Simultaneously, Ivana rose and pulled her head free of the leglock, instantly raining a series of kicks down onto the fembot, culminating in a roundhouse to the head that sent the second cyborg out of commission. A smile of malevolent joy crossed her face as she turned to face the third fembot.

Two down!

Meanwhile, Majesta charged the fembot attacking her, ducking to avoid the outstretched arms seeking to claw her naked skin and dove low to tightly wrap her arms around the waist of the female cyborg. Uttering a loud scream of pleased rage, Majesta lifted the fembot from the floor, flexing her arm muscles and constricting them around her midriff, pulling the buxom cyborg close into her to increase the pressure of her bearhug. The fembot arched her back instinctively, pushing at Majesta's shoulders to extricate herself from the hold. Seeing her efforts were futile, the fembot stopped pushing at the alabaster skin of her opponent to land viciously calculated blows to her face. One punch clipped Majesta on the mouth and, in response, Majesta sneered, spat blood and squeezed tighter and tighter still, until with the unmistakable sound of machinery breaking. the fembot went limp in her grasp.

Three down!

While Ivana was engaged in close quarters combat with her fembot, the remaining two cybernetic women calculated the highest probability for defeating the pair and rushed Majesta in unison. Turning to face them, Majesta lunged at the fembot to her left. Landing a hard punch to her lower stomach slowed the fembot's advance, then Majesta grabbed an arm and quickly spun her around, sending her crashing to the floor. The second fembot approaching from behind, grabbed Majesta around the waist and lifted her from her feet, tightening her own arms as the first fembot rose and headed toward Majesta to capitalize on the agent's perceived disadvantage. Just as the fembot came within range, Majesta kicked her legs out into the cyborg's chest, knocking her backward, then lowered her feet to the floor and bent forward at the waist, rolling to the floor taking the second fembot down with her.

The melee between Ivana and her adversary degenerated into mutual choke holds around each other's throat. Ivana gagged through clenched teeth, fighting the firm grip the fembot had on her neck. Kneeling above her, Ivana pressed her advantage as she managed to take over her adversary, alternating between tightening and relaxing her fingers around the fembot's windpipe. With a Herculean effort, the fembot rolled onto her side, using inertia to push until she was atop Ivana straddling her, her thighs and backside pressing down hard on Ivana's thighs. The fembot leaned her weight down onto Ivana, reinforcing her choke. As if in response, Ivana bucked and twisted her body underneath the fembot's sitting position, rolling over until she was once again straddling her.

Kneeling above the fembot, Ivana locked her fingers firmly around its throat, alternating between tightening and relaxing her fingers. Giving a heave, the fembot again rolled them over so she was straddling Ivana, her thighs and backside again pinning Ivana's thighs. Instantly, the fembot clamped down on Ivana's throat to strangle the life from her. Ivana bucked and twisted her sleek body underneath the fembot, rolling over and regaining her dominance. Again and again they rolled and shifted positions, one atop the other until Ivana eventually used her full body weight to pin the fembot underneath her.

She maintained the hold on the fembot's throat, even as the fembot reflexively tightened her own choke hold, refusing to allow the human straddling her defeat her. But the fembot's energy seemed fade, her arms beginning to quiver and tremble from the strain the choke was putting on her insides. The fembot's breathing grew increasingly hoarse; she coughed and gasped for air. This only encouraged Ivana to squeeze tighter, sensing victory was within her grasp, so to speak.

Finally, the sound of machinery breaking down was heard again as the fembot's body relaxed and went limp. Grinning wryly, Ivana looked down upon the unconscious fembot for a few moments, then twisted her hands into claws as she tore the fembot's pronounced artificial mammaries from her body in a sickening mortal tearing sound, accompanied by another sound of machinery screaming in protest, only much louder this time, and a shower of sparks erupting from the downed woman.

Four down!

As Ivana finished off their compatriot, the two remaining fembots had charged Majesta simultaneously and were currently engaged in a mutual effort to subdue the seductive raven-haired agent. One had Majesta's head between her thighs with her calf crossed over Majesta's throat in a tight figure four leg scissors; the other had draped Majesta's right leg over her left knee, trapping Majesta's legs with her own limbs. Majesta grimaced in pain as the first fembot's thighs crushed her windpipe. To compound this difficulty, the fembot reached over to cover Majesta's mouth and nose with one hand, cutting off her breathing. As for Ivana, she simply stood and watched for a time, seemingly confident in her companions ability.

Grabbing the fingers covering her nose and mouth, Majesta struggled against her first adversary for a few long, drawn out moments, then ripped the hand from her mouth. Taking a few moments to suck in as much oxygen as she could, Majesta used her own fingers to claw the fembot's thighs, loosening them enough for her to turn over within them. Moving with painstaking slowness, Majesta took the second fembot with her, reversing the figure four leglock! Feeling the painful strain of her right leg across her left knee disappearing, Majesta began to rain punches onto the first fembot, her fists smashing hard into the groin and crotch of the blonde sitting in back of her head.

Finally freed from the scissors crushing her throat, Majesta grabbed the first fembot's ankles and pulled her down a ways until her waist was within range of her arms. Wrapping her arms around the waist of the fembot, Majesta squeezed with her eyes shut, concentrating all her considerable strength into crushing the machine. As Majesta was doing this, Ivana strolled over to where the second fembot was sitting with her legs were still entwined with Majesta's. Grabbing a handful of blonde hair, Ivana yanked the second fembot upward, slapping her hard across the face, forehand to one cheek, backhand to the other. Then she twisted her hands into claws again and gripped the cyborg's large breasts, twisting and tugging furiously.

Sensing they had the advantage now, Ivana and Majesta pressed their mutual advantages channeling all of their energy into subduing their robotic adversaries. Ivana's fingers tormented the breasts of the second fembot while the waist of the first was trapped in Majesta's crushing embrace. Fingers mercilessly flexed and gouged at sensitive tit flesh while powerful arms compressed and relaxed, compressed and relaxed, over and over again. The eyes of both of the Soviet agents narrowed in their concentration to emerge victorious; determined to defeat their cybernetic opponents.

Dr. Evil's guests watched in rapt fascination. Finally, there was again the sound of the mechanical innards of both fembots breaking down now as the breasts were torn from the body of the second fembot even as Majesta squeezed the first fembot into incapacity. The demonstration of their strength completed, the Soviet agents stood up together, sharing a glance between them to wordlessly congratulate the other before retaking their places on either side of Dr. Evil while Random Task began disposing of the incapacitated fembots. The women's stoic postures were met with approving stares from the guests.

Frau Farbissina spoke again, "So, as you can see, ladies and gentlemen, Ivana Pultitzov and Majesta Krush are as deadly as they are beautiful. Their strength and fighting capacity is unrivaled, even by the most experienced agent the Ministry of Defense has to offer. Felicity Shagwell doesn't stand a chance against them."

"Yes, Frau Farbissina," Dr. Evil agreed. "Soon she and Austin Powers will be thwarted from uncovering my evil plans. I will rule the world."

With this declaration, Dr. Evil began to laugh, signaling his minions and the others in the hall to join him. Still standing on either side of him, Ivana Pultitzov and Majesta Krush joined in and soon the entire room was filled with echoes of evil laughter from everyone, everyone that is, except for Scott Evil. No one noticed that he sat staring sullenly downward, not joining in on the laughter from Dr. Evil, his underlings and the gathered guests...

Scott Evil didn't share his enthusiasm with the others at Dr. Evil's meeting with his assembled partners in crime. He'd been waiting on pins and needles for the dinner to end because there was someone he had to contact immediately after the meeting concluded. The person in question had approached him under risky circumstances concerning Dr. Evil's latest plot to seize control of the world's financial situation.

Scott didn't really concern himself one way of the other as to whether Dr. Evil's scheme would come to fruition, but the thing that interested him in particular was that she promised him something as a reward that he had wanted his entire life. The promise Scott was given was that if he successfully assisted her to thwart Dr. Evil's endeavors, she'd not only grant him immunity from his corporation but would, as she put it, 'give him the wildest experience of his lifetime.' Scott was still a virgin at this stage of his life, which made him a consistent target of his ridicule at the hands of his friends considering he was in his late twenties. Of course, the anticipation of losing his virginity was very appealing and Scott was eager to cooperate with Felicity.

Special agent Felicity Shagwell had a pretty good idea that her promise to Scott would be the perfect bait to draw in Dr. Evil's son to help her uncover the plan Virtucon was currently hatching to cripple the world financially. Needless to say, it worked like a charm! Scott instantly jumped at the chance to help Felicity, possibly with all sorts of lascivious fantasies knocking around inside his mind. He agreed to give Felicity a top-secret outline of each part of Dr. Evil's strategy along with a detailed progress report revealing which of Virtucon's secret agents had been planted in which record company, recording studio, record store, et cetera, in addition to which recording artists were involved, knowingly or otherwise, in Virtucon's wide-ranging conspiracy.

Tonight was to be Felicity's rendezvous with Scott at a secret location she would instruct him to meet her. Dressed in inconspicuous street garb, Felicity headed to a pay phone to call Scott at his living quarters, at a number he had given her. Felicity was herself anticipating the commendation she'd no doubt get from the Ministry of Defense when her undercover work was finished - with a successful conclusion. She found a pay phone and approached it to contact Scott. Of course Felicity didn't have the slightest intention of bedding Scott Evil; her promise of a night of sheer ecstasy with her was simply a means to achieve the end of getting the information she wanted.

While she made the phone call, believing she was unobserved, Felicity wasn't aware that a pair of cold, calculating eyes was watching her every move from a distance, staring at her intently from under a mane of night-raven hair. The nameless woman watched in silence as Felicity inserted a coin and made the call; taking care not to be seen, the woman slipped inside a nearby restaurant to make a call of her own - to a certain sandy-blonde haired partner of long acquaintance. If Felicity thought she was adept at reconnaissance, the unseen woman silently mused to herself, she'd soon learn she wasn't the only one!

Late that night, Felicity entered a local massage parlor where she had arranged to meet Scott. She arrived earlier than the time they agreed, confident the night would turn out exactly as expected and she'd return to the Ministry of Defense with the documents to uncover and put an end to Dr. Evil's plans. Checking under a fake name at the front desk, Felicity passed through the reception room and went to the locker room where she found a locker and removed her street clothes; changing into a white bikini that left little to the imagination. Exiting the locker area, she headed to one of the massage rooms where she was to wait for Scott who should arrive soon. Entering the massage room she'd chosen, Felicity crossed to the far wall and lay face down on a soft table, awaiting her masseuse.

A short time later, the door opened and Felicity heard the sound of feet padding across the soft Persian carpet. The footsteps stopped by the massage table and Felicity started to turn her head to greet the girl who'd come to give her massage. Before she could turn to see the visitor face to face, she felt a hand lightly brush the back of her neck and press her head to the table top so she couldn't turn it. The hand was female, warm fingertips ever lightly brushing her neck and down her back to where her bikini was fastened. The touch was gentle and oddly comforting and it took Felicity off guard, seeming to relax her body as if by magic. Letting out a long, comfortable sigh, she stretched her body on the massage table like a cat, allowing the stranger to continue.

"I will remove your top," the voice said in a low, matter-of-fact tone as Felicity felt the string holding her bikini top loosen and open.

The woman's fingertips seemed to tickle her sides as the material was pulled away from her body. The voice sounded formal enough to Felicity, but there also was a certain seductive quality to it as well; almost as if the woman were making a deliberate attempt to ease her into a state of arousal. Or was Felicity just imagining it? Considering for a moment, she thought the latter was more likely, since she had become quite adept at using her own wiles to get what she needed. Perhaps she was simply feeling jumpy from her mission. If so, this massage would be just what she needed to relieve herself of those feelings.

Allowing herself to relax, Felicity felt the woman's hands begin to knead her shoulders and neck. She could feel the expert manner in which the massage was given as the faceless woman's bare palms gently but firmly pushed their way into the skin of her bare back, encouraging a greater sense of relaxation as they slowly moved down Felicity's spine to the small of her back where they lingered a few moments. The masseuse worked the small of her back before moving upward again to work her shoulders and neck once more, the expert way she massaged Felicity suggested she'd done this many times.

In time, the massage gradually became firmer as the hands expertly worked her back, leaving no part untouched. The woman continued for long minutes that felt as if they were stretching out for much longer. Eventually, the intense kneading of her back seemed to become more and more slow as the woman shifted her position in order to get a better purchase, so that she was now straddling Felicity's thighs. Those experienced hands pressed into her harder still, kneading her muscles and working out the kinks in them.

Unexpectedly, the entire tone of the massage began to change. Giving Felicity's bottom a little slap, the masseuse hooked her fingers under the waistband of the bikini and said softly, "Lift up." For reasons that she couldn't explain, Felicity raised her hips to let the hands pull her bikini down her legs and off her feet. Then the woman climbed onto the table straddling her waist. For the first time since it started, Felicity noticed her benefactor's legs were bare, possibly clad in a bikini as they glided softly along her thighs. The woman's backside was pressed against her own posterior and Felicity felt smooth black vinyl brushing against her bare bottom and assumed her masseuse had on hot pants. The hands that were kneading her naked back maintained their firmness, but now there was the unmistakable sensation of erotic suggestiveness in the motions as they moved down and up in an almost hypnotic pattern.

Under normal circumstances, Felicity wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior from anyone, much less another woman, but there was something about the hands that not only broke down her defenses, but when Felicity felt a warm breath on her neck she was beginning to realize she was getting sexually aroused by the massage! The smooth, slender legs pressing lightly but firmly against her own thighs felt almost like heaven as Felicity sensed the woman was leaning close to her; an instant later the woman's tongue was lightly brushing against her bare skin, as if teasing her, then it was gone again. Felicity shuddered at the sensation. She realized she was falling under a spell of seduction, and it shocked her that she didn't want it to stop - ever!

Felicity's eyes widened as she felt the masseuse rise up slightly, then wedge her knee between Felicity's legs. After a brief resistance, Felicity allowed her legs to open as the masseuse settled down straddling her right thigh with her left knee pushing lightly against the inside of Felicity's left thigh. She could feel the woman's skillful fingers kneading and digging into the knotted muscles at the back of her thighs just below the fold of skin where her ass cheeks met her upper leg. Then one hand crept between her legs and Felicity's body tensed!

Felicity tried to turn her head to look back over her shoulder at the masseuse, but the woman's other hand slid quickly up her back, entwined itself in her hair, pulled her head up slightly and held it staring straight ahead as the hand between her legs stroked and teased her to a higher stated of arousal. Felicity tried to resist the sensation building in her loins, but the skilled fingers knew exactly the right way to touch her, to stroke and fondle her.

The masseuse spread Felicity's swollen labia with her second and fourth fingers, then slowly ran her middle finger back and forth, up and down the moistening slit between as Felicity's eyes closed and she gasped softly, "ooohhhhhhh!"