Saturday November 15, 2025

“Good afternoon Frank.” Adriana said, crossing her legs as she sat in my chair.

I smiled at her, surprised and not surprised at the same time.

I’d been expecting this for the last week or so, Adriana had been sent by my competition to uncover the secret of my success, a corporate spy, and I’d let her in just far enough to keep her investigating.

Of course over the last few months she’d been spying on me she didn’t look like she did now. She’d arrived with big black framed glasses, her hair in a bun, and wearing a more conservative blouse and long skirt. The epitome of a office lady if you will.

So while I surprised that she was here today, it had only been a matter of time before she was here.

“Hello Adriana. You’re looking… comfortable.” I replied with a smirk.

“I am, thank you.” she said and then frowned a little, “How long have you known?” she asked.

“From the start.” I replied.

Her frown deepened a little more, “I was that bad at my job?”

“Oh no, not at all. You were a great personal assistant, nothing wrong with your resume or background check. There is, well, just a certain ‘type’ that applies to be a personal assistant to a music producer, and well… you didn’t quite fit it.”

“A type?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Young, eager, a little naive, and hyped up whenever a big artist was coming into the studio. You… you were just a little too calm about everything, and a lot too interested in how everything worked.”

“I see. So… now what?” she asked.

“Well, the subliminals seem to have done a pretty good job on you, but let’s find out for sure. Stand up and strip naked.”

Adriana shot up from my chair and quickly stripped down to her birthday suit, putting herself on display as I stood in front of her.

“Good. Now, what have you reported back to your handler?” I asked.

“Not much, just that I don’t understand some of the tech you’re using, but that I’m still finding out more details as I go.”

“Alright. You’ve found the misinformation folder?”

“Yes.”

“Good, you can start doling that out to them over the next couple of weeks. If all goes to schedule they’ll pull you out in about six weeks.”

Adriana nodded her head, “What… what then?” she asked.

“I imagine they’ll send you on another job or two. It doesn’t really matter, in six months you’ll ‘retire’ as a spy, take some time to yourself, and then return to me once you have disentangled yourself from your own life. You remember Rob from Electric Records?”

“Yes.” she replied with a little frown.

“He thinks you’ll make a great mistress, his wife just doesn’t quite have the same interests in the bedroom as he does. So, you’ll keep him happy and he’ll continue to use my production services… a win/win if you will.”

She nodded, looking resigned to the inevitable as I walked past her and took my seat back.

“In the mean time, why don’t you give me a blowjob so I can see how much extra training you’re going to need.”

A smile crossed her face as she sunk to her knees and shuffled forward between my legs. It was always a crapshoot as to how skilled these corporate spies were when it came to sex. Some could hoover a golf ball through a hose… others, well others could get their lips around a golf ball.

As Adriana unzipped my pants and fished out my dick, she parted her lips and took me in softly and slowly, using her tongue, lips and hands to ensure no part of my manhood was ignored. Then with a clearly practiced motion, started to suck up and down my shaft.

I leaned back and smiled, it was always better when they were trained even before they came to me.