We open on James Bond and a hot babe having crazy psycho sex in a four and a half star hotel.

On the nightstand, we see a picture of the queen, which Bond turns face down before returning

to his lovemaking.

He's banging her hard as a dog, and he stops for a moment to grab her by the ankles and spin her around his head. He puts her back down.

The hot babe then takes the picture of the queen and turns it back up, picking up James by the

butt and slamming him against the wall as hard as she can.

It seems we're evenly matched. You know, in tennis, they call having zero points love, seems

quite apt to me. Well, Mr. Bond, I didn't expect to score tonight, but if your backhand

is as good as your stroke, then I might fancy a tennis

match sometime. James smiles wryly and then enters her and front flips out the window into the

fire escape. They bash their heads against the iron bars outside as they tumble down the stairs,

still having sex the whole time.

They come to a rest outside of a closed window, and they both punch the glass out, and their

knuckles are bleeding.

The hot babe grabs James Bond by the throat and tosses him through the broken glass into

the room.

As she walks in, James Bond throws a rock at her head and hits her right between the eyes.

Chigarette.

Now, we're just getting started.

Exactly.

They say chigarette smoke is an aphrodisiac.

That explains why I always get so horny at the VFW Hall.

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