Literotic asexstories – Secret Service by FantasyIsland9,FantasyIsland9
As a female, she had been in similar situations before. Her profession was largely dominated by males. However, she liked to think that the select handful of women in her trade were some of the best. Everyone expected a brawny male, trained up at the academy. But more recently, when it came to espionage, the landscape had began to change.
The two men standing before her certainly fit the ‘traditional’ mold. They were part of the 12 person detail she had silently counted as she had been led through the property earlier. One of them, the Englishman “Taylor”, had greeted her under the large, impressive archway in the foyer and escorted her to the station chief. The other, Marko, had been the first to receive her at the gate.
The two men now stood in front of her, completely nude, as water from the shower heads cascaded over their muscular bodies.
“Sorry. It’s co-ed unfortunately” said the one she knew as Marko.
Things clicked in and Aleksandra realized that she had paused a beat too long. She nonchalantly dropped her towel to the ground, and then proceeded forward from the changing room into the long tiled shower chamber.
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In many areas of America and Western Europe, the 1980’s were giving way to a period of expression, freedom, and opulence. That was not, however, the case in Eastern Europe. In the shadow of The Cold War countries and allegiances were beginning to fray at the seams. Suspicion was strong and that led to espionage… and that was what Aleksandra excelled at.
Quiet alliances between regions were becoming increasingly important, yet furtive. Aleks had initially been surprised to find the British agent working among the local security personnel at the station house. She assumed that he had been sent as an ally to help train the group’s security agents in English methods.
The ‘safehouse’, as it was, was truly impressive. It was an old mansion overlooking a canyon. Just high up enough from the town center that comings and goings wouldn’t attract attention and nearby activity could be easily monitored. Aleksandra understood that the station chief operating this branch was key to their foreign communications. And she also understood that the message she had been carrying inside of her bag was both important, divisive, and only to be delivered in person.
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Aleks had intentionally booked a mismatched train schedule with three unused dead ends and tight timetables for the connections that she actually intended to make. She deployed standard travelling surveillance measures at each new train station she arrived at and took extra care to ensure that she wasn’t being followed. She had dressed in a loose knee-length grey skirt and black blouse. No bright colors. She realized that her more petite stature already made her look physically different than the ‘average’ woman. There wasn’t much she could do about that. Same went for her breasts which, when balanced against her 5 foot frame, seemed exceptionally large. She had a welcoming smile and easily fit the definition of ‘cute’. When on the job she did everything she could to minimize these distinctive factors. That morning she had applied the bare minimum amount of makeup, tousled her chin length brown hair, and then selected an oversize sun hat to further obscure her appearance.
The actual rail journey itself should have taken 4 hours. She had turned it into 10, taking the first train out that morning.
She intentionally shunned the advances of the grotesque taxi drivers attempting to pick up fares upon her arrival outside of the station at her end destination. Aside from the cloud of cheap cigar smoke she knew that even one unnecessary local interaction could jeopardize her mission.
She took a circuitous route through the hilly neighborhood. She gradually climbed the winding streets, sticking to side roads when possible in order to ensure that no one was following her.
After finally arriving near the property she had taken a moment to cautiously surveil it from the shadows of a tree down the block. Satisfied, she approached the tall iron gate where two guards (armed but not visibly) appeared from the shadows. It was clear they had spotted her presence down the street some time ago.
They had been expecting her.
Or at least someone.
Given the suspicion of the era, the question would be whether Aleksandra was in fact who she was supposed to be. And was the message she carried genuine… or compromised.
Aleks had expected this wariness and as an agent herself completely understood the need for heightened suspicion.
One of the agents had escorted into the grand entryway of the old house. Pitched ceilings towered above, framed by a magnificent archway. Aleks had been turned over to a tall and imposing man who introduced himself to her as Dejan. Only first names here she quickly realized. He was well over 6 feet and his bulky frame suggested that there was likely a gym on site. Aleks had checked the small pistol from her clutch and then without prompting also produced the higher calibre weapon from the bag which she carried over her shoulder. Both were accepted graciously by the man. He seemed to understand that no agent was happy to relinquish their weapons and handled the transaction gracefully.
He smiled apologetically and explained that it was protocol for every guest to be searched for hidden weapons or recording devices before entering. Aleks had naturally expected this. She often joked with another female agent friend about what people would think if they knew how many men had seen under her dress.
Aleks purposefully lifted her loose skirt up to her waist. Dejan ruefully leaned down to examine her bare legs and then quickly ran his hand over the areas covered by her black silk panties. As always she steadied herself in order not to react as his hand quickly slipped down over her mound and in between her legs. With a quick sweep of her round bum and flared hips he signalled for her to drop her skirt back down.
“Shall I…?” Aleks asked helpfully, knowing that this customary examination was likely uncomfortable enough for the male agent as well.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. If you please…”
Aleksandra raised her hand to the top button of her blouse and systematically undid the remaining eight of them until the silken panels of her top parted to the sides revealing her matching black brassiere. She lifted the back of her blouse and turned to reveal that she did not have any recording equipment or contraband taped to her body. Returning to face frontward Aleks preemptively leaned forward and grasped the tops of her bra cups, pulling them outwards and down, far enough to reveal her large, light pink areola and the tops of her nipples. Dejan cursorily peered downwards into her cleavage and exposed breasts. Satisfied that he had done enough he again apologized and asked Aleks to re-dress.
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The station chief’s office was on the third floor of the imposing house located at the end of a long wood panelled hallway. Aleksandra had been handed off from Dejan to ‘Taylor’ who had politely escorted her upstairs and asked her to take a seat in front of the mahogany desk. He stood by and supervised her presence as Aleks sat stiffly. She let her eyes wander around the luxurious wood panelled room without moving her head. No need to look like she was being too curious. The room was somehow opulent while lacking any kind of actual identifying characters. Typical.
Aleksandra was surprised to find the station chief to be a woman. In her experiences with the service she had heard of several influential women whom were in higher executive positions but she had yet to actually encounter one in person.
The woman did not introduce herself but did inquire about Alek’s journey as she accepted the envelope that was produced from within the young agents’ clutch and slid across the table.
She was tall and willowy, with a short black bob. Pretty. Aleks placed her age around 50.
Aleks listened quietly as the chief examined the envelope for any sign of tampering, eventually sliding the top open with a sharp gold letter opener.
Aleks sat in silence as the bureau chief examined the message inside, surely in code. However, even Aleksandra’s presence and the existence of the envelope itself seemed to unsettle the woman across the desk from her.
Her gaze eventually settled back upon the young agent sitting across the desk from her. Wary.
Aleks caught her fingering a hidden button underneath her desk. Mere moments later yet another security man swung the door open.
The chief held the envelope outwards to him.
“To Tomi next door please”
She addressed Aleksandra.
“Thank you for your service. I know that it has been a long day. We are preparing accommodations for the evening for you in town. But until then would you please make use of our pool and freshen up. The sun is about to set and the views across the canyon are not to be missed.”
Aleks would have been more than happy to turn around and start the long journey home again, however the bureau chief had chosen her words carefully. None of what she had said was a question. While it had been positioned as an invite, it was actually a direction.
By keeping Aleks under their oversight until the next day it would provide them with some degree of time to attempt to authenticate both her, as well as the message that she had produced.
Aleksandra allowed herself to be led back down to the main level and then down yet another flight to the bottom floor of the impressive house before ending up on the outside patio of the property.
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It was sumptuous. The outdoor pool had been partially built out from the rocky walls of the cliff that the property adorned. The view was, in fact, as amazing as described. It was a warm evening and the sun was setting over the far walls of the canyon.
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