Undie Cover Agent

“Sit down Agent Dawkins."

The young woman in the black business suit sat down in front of her boss, this was going to be her first assignment, she could feel it in her bones. So far it had been training and paperwork. her time had been spent training with the best instructors the CIA supplied, and she could kill a man with one careful strike, the downside had been months of reviewing files and sitting in on meetings while other agents got the exciting action-based assignments.

The director slid a folder towards her, stamped top secret, and Selena flipped the cover open.

"On the top, you will see a photograph of Sarah Rees, aged 45, multi-billionaire, one of the richest women on the planet. She inherited her money 15 years ago when a week after marrying a billionaire, he leapt to his death during a business meeting while she was on the other side of the world. At that time, it was marked as suspicious, because although a dozen witnesses and CCTV showed him jump, one of the witnesses said that he had taken a call from Rees minutes before. Since then, her actions have been strange and indulgent. She has come out as a lesbian which shows preplanning in the marriage, but she has also secured positions of influence with the most powerful people on the planet. The presidential candidate Robyn Cartwright is one of her closest friends. She owns a private island which has a research facility but we are unable to find out what is going on, she employs only women most of whom we believe are her lovers."

Selena was turning page after page trying to keep up as the director spoke.

"This means we are unable to use any male agents on this case, in fact just getting this information, we have lost 3 agents, there is no proof that Rees had any hand in their disappearance but we cannot rule it out."

"What is my role in this?" Selena asked during a pause in his briefing, looking up from the file.

"We know that she is constantly recruiting, she needs trained female security, I want you to apply for a job under a cover name and find out what is happening. In six months, she could have the ear of the president so we must find out what are her aims. Now she is holidaying on her private yacht, so there is a possibility of you looking around her island and finding out what is going on. Memorise this file then return it to my assistant Agent Gomez, she will give you your new identity papers and further instructions. Don’t let me down Agent Dawkins, I am hearing a lot of good things about you." The director finished, taking the opportunity to eye her up as she read the file. A lot of male talk was about what they would like to do to Dawkins, and although he frowned on such comments, he felt a stirring in his loins as he looked down at the short-haired brunette, tall, slim with wonderful puppies playing under her blouse as she leant over to read and her blouse allowed him a tantalising glimpse.

"I won’t sir." she looked up at him an earnest and eager expression on her face as he thought of getting his cock out and telling her to swallow it.

Selena got up and started walking back to her cubicle, a young Latino girl wearing a similar standard-issue black suit approached her.

"Hello Agent Dawkins, I am Agent Gomez, I am to be your point of contact in this mission. Here is your new identity and travel documents." She handed her a small paper envelope. "There is also a credit card with two thousand dollars on it for expenses. Good luck and please call me if you need to be extracted.”

"Thank you." Selena sat down in her cubicle overwhelmed by the events that had just transpired, and then started to read the flight details. Realising she had only 3 hours to pack and make her flight, she hurried to the lift. “I have to tell William I am going away.”

“I am afraid you can’t do that; I can’t risk having phone calls intercepted and the mission compromised. I will have him notified in person later.” Gomez watched the disappointment in the cute agent’s face and held in the smile. They would send one of their bisexual operatives to wreck his life, and Dawkins would be a distant memory.

“Will you give him a note from me?”

“I can but do hurry.”

Selena spent a few minutes composing a love letter and sealed it in an envelope which she handed to Gomez. “Thank you.”

Agent Gomez watched her hurry away, walked over to a shredder and fed the envelope in, then dialled a number on her phone. "They are sending another one, I will forward you her picture and details." She toyed with the sapphic necklace she kept inside her blouse as she spoke. "Have fun, she’s a cutie. There’s a boyfriend who needs resolving. Great I’ll be in touch "

Three hours later Selena sat back in first class a glass of champagne in her hand, she had only just managed to catch the flight after traffic delays, but she sipped at her drink and felt excited about her mission. At twenty-two she knew she was at the peak of perfection, with her short stylish brown hair and 34c bust barely contained under a plain white t-shirt, getting many admiring looks from the other passengers, first class gave her the extra room to stretch her long slim legs out, the green shorts advertising the fun that could be had, as they clung tightly to her.

After landing she got a taxi to the docks where a boat was waiting to take supplies over to the island. An hour later they tied up on the jetty and a stern female security guard approached her, demanding identification but seeming to relax after checking it and waved her on with a smile. Now she stood at the security desk as an official tutted as she rechecked the paperwork in front of her.

"I am sorry you’re not down as a security guard Ms Wilson. I do have a Selena Wilson down as lap dancer but if you’re saying this is wrong I will have to send you back." the official leant back and crossed her arms eyeing the young woman up.

Selena felt her cheeks go red. What was she to do? She tried to bluff it out. "There must be some mistake."

"There is no mistake from my end. I have checked several times, and now the boat is about to return, unless you're Selena Wilson, lap dancer then you're back on the boat."

"Yes, ok I am the lap dancer." She couldn’t fail and be sent back before she had the chance to investigate the island.

"Well, why didn’t you say so from the beginning, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, I might hire you myself one night." The guard gave her a leer, as she looked her up and down.

Selena wished she had worn more clothing but at least it backed up her profession. She could get on with the mission.

The guard gave her a badge. "Follow the yellow line on the floor to the lobby and you’ll be in room 69. Settle in I think someone will phone you later with your instructions."

"Thank you." Selena walked away towards the accommodation block, with her suitcase in hand, aware several of the guards were checking her out, thinking she was a lap dancer, she felt her cheeks burn with shame and kept her head looking down at the ground until she was inside the building. She took a lift to the third floor and signs directed her to her room. She activated the card and was taken aback by how grand the apartment was. Plush deep red carpet, chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling mirrored walls, a king-size bed, and on the glass table near the sofa seating was a large bottle of champagne sitting on ice.

"She certainly is cute," said Ashley a slim black girl with a buzzcut hairstyle, identified by her nametag on her green security outfit, which consisted of a tight sports vest, mini skirt and combat boots. "We are going to have fun with this one."

"I can’t believe she accepted the lap dancer tag so quickly, shall we let her settle in?" Said her fellow guard a broad-shouldered German with short blonde hair and a stud in her nose.

"Yes, she has a busy time ahead of her, she is going to be a popular girl." They both laughed sitting in chairs on the other side of the one-way glass. "Enjoy the champagne, honey." As they watched her pour herself a glass.
Selena took out her phone and dialled Agent Gomez.

“Why are you risking your cover so soon?”

“There’s been a mistake I was booked in as a lap dancer, what am I going to do?”

“It is too late to back out now, I could see there has been some mix-up up our side but don’t worry I have fedexed a parcel of clothing to help you they will be delivered later.” She held a pair of pink latex panties in her hand running her thumb over the shiny surface as she spoke.

“I can’t be a lap dancer you have to help me.”

“It is too late to back down, if we have to extract you the director won’t be happy, your career is over, what do you want to do?”

“I haven’t even lap danced before, let alone in front of a woman.”

“Don’t worry they will be drunk, just do your best. You can’t let us down, and don’t phone unless it's urgent.”
Selena was sipping her drink between speaking when the drugged drink started to take hold.

“Oh, I don’t feel too good the room is spinning.”

“Been enjoying the champagne too much, just sleep it off, Dawkins.”

“No, I think it might be dru.” She dropped the glass unable to finish her sentence and fell onto the bed.
“That’s right honey you sleep it off, enjoy your new career.” Gomez ended the call and deleted the number from her phone.

William answered his apartment door to find a young woman with short brown hair wearing a brown leather coat, open at the front to show a brown leather mini skirt and matching basque.

“Can I help you?”

“Hello William, my name is Trudy I have been sent to update you on your girlfriend Selena.”

“What’s happened to her, she hasn’t phoned me this afternoon.” Concern started to show on his face.

“Nothing she is on a government mission, may I come in? She won’t be able to contact you for a couple of months.”

The twenty-six-year-old stood to one side to let the young leather-clad woman walk in.

“Months you can’t be serious?”

“Yes, whenever she goes on a mission, she has to maintain silence, especially when she is deep undercover.” Trudy took the opportunity to sit down, knowing her coat would open showing her leather panties under the short skirt.

“Undercover you mean she’s done this before.”

“Yes, last month when she told you she was doing a firearm course.”

“Where was she?”

“Well, I can’t give you all the details but masquerading as the girlfriend of a drug dealer.”

She showed a picture on her phone of a tall black man posing naked showing off his 9-inch cock.

“His girlfriend?” He couldn’t take his eyes off the huge cock.

“Well, she had to establish a cover and this man was dangerous.” Trudy enjoyed the look of disgust on the young man’s face.

“She slept with him?”

It was just for a few days to gain his trust.”

William glanced at the phone again. “Has there been any other undercover missions?”

“There was a terrorist with a fetish for anal sex, she was able to capture him.”

“Anal sex?” The look of anguish on his face was a delight to Trudy, all his love for Selena was fading away.

“It was only a long weekend.” She showed a photo of a sixty-year-old Afghan she had found on a dating site, posing in white underwear.

“She had sex with him?” All love was gone now, his expression was distaste.

“She saved many lives by indulging him.”

“Indulging him?”

“I can’t go into details.”

“No, I understand, and she’s on a mission now?”

“Yes, this is not dangerous, she’s escorting a target who is exporting microchips.”

“She is sleeping with him?”

“Not him but he has hired her to service his gang.” She suppressed a smile at the absurdity but knew William’s male pride had been damaged.

“His gang?”

“We think there are about fifteen of them.”

“Fifteen?” He was a crushed man.

“Yes, so you can understand why she needs to be off the grid. We can’t risk her phone going off when she’s working.”

William grimaced at the word working.

“I understand. I will keep quiet. We have only been dating six months.”

“I can keep you updated if you wish?” Trudy stood up, blocking his view of her panties.

“No there is no need thanks.”

“As you wish.” Trudy waited for the door to close and smiled. She hadn’t even had to use the spray or syringe. Some man was going to pay in this town before the night was out, she thought heading for the lift.