Friday November 21, 2025

“Welcome to the Island Sir.” Monica said as she sauntered from the Jeep towards me.

It was hard to believe that it was the same person I’d sent here undercover six months ago, my best agent and long time friend.

“Monica… are you alright?” I asked, concerned but knowing that the answer she gave would not reveal the truth of the matter.

“Of course Sir. Please, come with me, the General is awaiting your arrival.” she replied and waved me towards the Jeep.

I let out a sigh and walked over to the passengers side, getting it as she took the drivers seat.

I knew pressing it now would be pointless, so we rode in silence for the short trip from the runway to “the palace” where General Rothman ruled from. It wasn’t really much to look at, a single story building, well maintained, but with only a few rooms and a large pool on the other side.

It was just a vacation home before Rothman had taken over the small island in a military coup, now it was his primary residence.

Honestly it was such a small island that we normally would not have even paid any attention to the coup, as long as nothing too major came out of it, but that was the problem. Ever since Rothman had taken over, we’d started to hear rumours of strang things going on.

Honestly, even before the takeover we’d heard whispers, but we’d never been able to verify them, and they sounded… unbelievable.

Of course sitting beside me was the exact proof I would have needed to launch a full scale assault on the island, but it would do me little good now.

I’d never hidden the fact that I wanted Monica to be more than just an agent/friend, but likewise never made a move on it either. We worked too well together, and success had followed us both through our careers because of it.

When Rothman had taken over, whatever secrecy had shielded the goings on had started to crack. Rothman wasn’t a master strategist, more of a blunt instrument. So when I had enough to at least launch an investigations, I’d sent Monica.

For the first three months, things had gone well. She reported back, though with little confirmed, that there was something to the rumours. At the end of the three months she’d returned for her first in person debrief, which is when it had happened.

She’d given her in person report and we’d headed out for a few drinks at the bar in her hotel. An hour later, we were up in her room and she was sucking my dick like a hover, with me never noticing the small camera recording everything.

Now, six weeks later, Monica had officially resigned and moved to the island officially, while I was about to be blackmailed for god knows what.

As we walked up to the front door, another stunning woman opened it with a smile, “Welcome to General Rothman’s Palace, please come in, he’s expecting you out by the pool.”

I nodded and walked past her, looking through the small house to the sliding doors that clearly lead to the pool. As I headed towards them I noticed Monica staying back, and the two women headed towards what I assumed was one of the bedrooms.

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“Welcome Director Carlyle to my humble abode!” the boisterous man in green fatigues said as he stood up from the chair under an umbrella.

As I walked up to him he extended his hand with a smile, shaking my own hand when I took his with vigor and a slap on my shoulder with his free hand.

I sighed again and shook my head, “Thank you, I guess.” I replied sullenly.

“Oh come now, it’s not so bad! Did you not like Monica’s new look? You certainly seem to have enjoyed the night in her hotel room!” he said with a chuckle.

My shoulders slumped as he waved me to take a seat, which I did, and he followed suit.

“Looks, let’s just get this over with, what is it going to cost me to get you to delete that video?” I asked.

“My good Director, you wound me! I would never stoop to such a low blow. No, no, you are here because I wish to offer you a job!” he replied, covering his heart with his hand for the first part and then ending with arms outstretched.

I raised an eyebrow, “Job?”

“Why yes. As you can see I have complete control over my island nation now, but likewise I have a… security problem. I’m well aware of my own limitations… I am no spy, no master operative in such circles. Unfortunately during my… liberation, of the island, those with such skills either fled, or are… no longer with us.” Rothman said with a shrug.

As he spoke I caught sight of Monica and the other woman coming out of the house, both now clad in tiny string bikinis.

“As part of my liberation I have found a highly secretive group working on the island, a group with technology that has amazed me and would, if known to the world, cause greater powers than I to quickly move against me. As such, I have need of a new security chief, someone who knows such things operate and can keep my secrets safe.”

As he finished he pitch the two women came up to us, the one from the door took up station beside Rothman, leaning in so her breast was push up against his head, and Monica did the same to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

“Of course, I can offer a significant pay bump, and… other, benefits.” he concluded with a wave towards Monica.

I sighed again, but wrapped my arm around Monica’s waist, my hand landing on her ass, “Can I have a couple of days to think about it?” I replied.

“But of course, of course! You are my guest! Monica will show you to your villa and make sure you have an… enjoyable stay.”

I nodded and stood up, Monica continuing to hang off my side, and turned to walk back to the awaiting Jeep. I paused for a moment and turned my head back towards Rothman.

“One question… in your, liberation, did you manage to secure the surgeons?” I asked.

Rothman chuckled and nodded, “Yes, though they were not very happy to begin with… until I made it clear that nothing would change other that they wouldn’t have to hide what they were doing.” he said as he reached over and grabbed one of the breasts of the woman beside him and gave it a hard squeeze, exposing the telltale ripples of an implant.

I nodded and for the first time in weeks a smile crossed my lips as plans started to form in my mind.

They’d have to wait though, the first order of business was ripping that tiny little bikini off of Monica’s body and fucking her for the new few days until I had to return home and put in my own resignation.