[F4M] - undercover

Some get opportunities through nepotism, or because of the colour of their skin. Some, through hard work and obvious talent. Me? I know I got this opportunity because of my body - I’m fully aware of that. I’m not experienced at the agency. Hell, I’ve only just gotten out of training and acquired my credentials to access classified information. In the career ladder, I occupy the bottom rung.

The full length mirror in the hallway of my little apartment reflects back an image I’m not used to. The perfect body that my parents blessed me with us usually constrained into a modest, long dress or a suit and white shirt. I obtained my degrees (yes, plural) from a prestigious university, and worked hard for years so that my success would be born out of intelligence and not attractiveness.

It was a success, to all accounts. A prestigious government job working in top secret problems for more money than my parents ever earned. But now - I stare at a girl in the mirror I don’t recognise. It’s not the professional woman that I thought I’d be seeing. The girl that looks at me wears a cropped top, so short that the right viewing angle would show the underside of my perfect, C cup tits.

I feel comfortable around high achievers - but I don’t feel comfortable now. I feel comfortable when acquiring justice, so I don’t feel comfortable that I’ve had to lie to my boyfriend about what I’ll be doing for the next few months. He thinks I’m going away on an intelligence exchange programme to work for an allied government. He has no idea I’m staying right here, going to see you.

I see skirt, that’s shorter than anything I tried to get away with wearing as a rebellious a student. Thighs, visible. Cheeks, blushing like I’m freshly fucked. Hair, done up carefully. Underwear… embarrassing. There’s no other words to describe what I’ve got on underneath this outfit. Feet, pressed into comfortable pumps because I know I’ll be on my feet a lot tonight. Knees…

I’d prefer not to think about whether I’ll be on my knees or not.

…

I know it’s a cliche, but I think it can be a fun cliche.

A story about a high flying government agent who is being assigned a mission as a plant in your organisation, trying to gain evidence against you. A girl that’s so ambitious, so career driven, that she’ll consider doing almost anything to make this mission a success.

I imagined a story where you’re already onto her from the start, and are just deliberately toying with her. I imagined a story where you’re the young kingpin of a drug and trafficking empire. I imagine a story where you’re determined to see how dirty this girl can get.

But I’m less interested in what I imagined and more interested in what we can imagine together…