“Ah, Agent Telford, show me what you’ve got?” I said to the stunning brunette standing in my beach front home.
She didn’t reply, but instead her hands reached up and undid the struggling button that held her top together and removed it, followed the skirt she was wearing. When she was done she was standing naked in front of me except the towering heels she had on, and the heart shaped glasses she wore.
I almost felt sorry for the poor thing, she was in way over her head, and really had no chance against my organization.
But it wasn’t the first time the government had tried to get someone undercover in my organization, though I had to admit it was the first time they’d sent anyone a beautiful as Yvonne Telford.
“How did the check-in go?” I asked as she stood their naked in front of me.
“Very well Sir. I provided the false information you provided to me and they are convinced that it is accurate.” she replied calmly and factually.
I nodded and smiled. The information I gave her was accurate, it just wasn’t about my organization, but one of my competitors. None of it would lead back to me, and in fact based on her reporting, would exonerate me more than anything.
I walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, Yvonne followed along but remained standing.
“Did they give any indication of how long the investigation would be going on for?”
“No Sir. They seemed disappointed that the last intel I’d given them hadn’t implicated you, though happy that it had been accurate.” she replied.
I leaned back on the couch a bit and undid my belt, then my zipper, and pushed my pants down. Yvonne needed no further instructions and quickly fell to her knees and wrapped her lips around my dick.
Yvonne wasn’t the first agent I’d used as a trojan horse to feed information to the authorities, though I had to admit she was the first one I’d used as my own personal sex toy.
Most of the undercover agents they sent me were middle aged men, something right out of a mob movie. It didn’t matter though; old, young, man, woman, cute, gristled, all of my inner circle went through the same “training” program to ensure loyalty to me. A intense series of drug and subliminal therapy sessions that realigned anyone, even the most adamant of undercover agents.
Yvonne’s had just included a few extra sessions.
As she worked her magic on my dick, I wondered how long she’d be around for. Usually the agencies that send undercovers get frustrated after six months or so without any real results and pull their undercovers out.
I was hopping Yvonne’s superiors would keep her on the job longer.
