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Yes Miss Kensington

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Summary: MI5's top female secret agent is on the trail of one of Dr. Evil's suppliers.

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Movies > Austin Powers(Moderator)jrabbitFR181363051,3673 Sep 073 Sep 07Yes
“Zev was way hotter than Xev,” said a vehement Jonathan.

“No way,” argued Andrew.

“Yes way.”

The Lexx ‘debate’ had been droning on for hours now and Warren had mostly tuned it out while he worked on the Buffybot. Less easy to ignore was the smoke grenade that came crashing through the narrow basement window. It was swiftly followed by a squad of soldiers bursting through the door, and pointing submachine guns at the three coughing nerds. Warren was briefly puzzled by the fact that they were British paratroopers before he remembered to focus on being scared shitless. The three were quickly handcuffed and led out to the Mears’ garden.

“All clear, Ma’am,” said the Sergeant.

At the word ‘Ma’am’ all three nerds looked up to find a stunning brunette in a black leather catsuit stood before them, holding a 9mm Berretta.

“M-M-Miss Peel?” said Warren.

Vanessa laughed. “Miss Kensington,” she corrected. As she approached them, all six eyeballs were locked onto her chest. “So, which one of you was responsible for the creation of Dr. Evil’s fembots then?” she asked.

“Him!” said Jonathan and Andrew simultaneously. So much for honour amongst thieves, or would-be thieves anyway. This was quite possibly the easiest interrogation of her entire career – if only all villains were teenage boys.

She placed a finger under Warren’s chin lifting his gaze to meet her eyes. “Is that true? Are you the little pervert that built those monstrosities?”

“Y-Y-Yes Ma’am.”

“Look at you: barely old enough to be called a man, and still a child at heart, by the looks of it. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Warren’s brain was completely fried by this point, and he was agreeing to whatever the dominant woman said on auto-pilot.

“In that case, I think we better punish you like one.” With that, she pushed him over to the garden table, and began to spank, while Jonathan and Andrew looked on in shock. In his mind, Warren was already updating the Buffybot’s programming.



Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. All characters belong to Joss Whedon or Mike Myers.

Author's Note: An FFA response to Warren/Vanessa.

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