Washington D.C. 1940

 

Heels clicked down the hallway turning heads from every office. She didn’t even pay any attention, she was used to it by now. A former pinup model and fledgling actress, she was recruited by the OSS as an intelligence gathering agent. It was a brilliant and successful office of the agency headed by an equally fledgling Hollywood agent that came up with the idea of using beautiful women to gather information in these troubled times. Men just seemed all too eager to tell a woman how much they knew. Her girls were minimally trained. They came naturally with their best tools for the job. They all took their duties very seriously though. Whether it was due to using their looks or not, these were still high ranking military jobs for women. They were proud to serve their country in the best way they knew how.

 

The statuesque blonde bombshell turned the office door handle and walked in. “Agent 42 Double J, reporting for duty.” She beamed. The stately grey-haired woman at the desk rolled her eyes. “I told you, we don’t have to do call signs. Especially ones based on those….things of yours.” She said looking down at the buxom woman’s chest that threatened to burst the military issued uniform. The pinup smirked. “Well I think it’s funny. What’s the job, Carol?” 

 

“Big news, my dear. You are going international! One of the most brilliant English scientists in the world is currently in London, we want him here.” Carol explained.

“The British are our allies, what does it matter if he’s here or there? It’s all for the same side.” She asked.

“Bureaucracy often isn’t that simple, my dear. What’s the point in winning a war if you can’t take credit for it? We can’t ask the British to send him here, he needs to come on his own accord. I’m sure you could get a man to move across an ocean, don’t you think?” Carol smirked. 

 

The pinup smiled proudly. “Easily.” 

 

“I thought so. There’s a gala celebrating him and his general brilliance next week, I’m putting you on a transport plane across the Atlantic at once to intercept him and work your charm. I took the liberty of packing your essentials. Some dresses and heels that I think you’ll like as well as the usual Fredricks of Hollywood assortments that I know you are fond of. The boys in the lab even modified one to have more lift than a B-29, you’ll either drown the poor man or put his eyes out one.” Carol shook her head. 

 Carol slid a folder across the table. “All the info on him.”

 “Aw, he’s cute! This is a scientist?!” The pinup asked.

 “Only 28 but one of the most brilliant minds in the world today. He’s been buried in a science book since he could learn to read. What do you want to bet he never had much time for girls?” Carol asked.

 “Well that’s going to change very soon.” The blonde smirked.

 “So there’s your assignment. Your deep undercover here so try not to speak to anyone else at the gala. A 6 ft buxom pinup is already the very antitheses of discreet much less when that distinct charming accent of yours comes out of those ruby red lips. So good luck and go get your man.”

 The pinup threw her hand up to her blonde mane in a saluting motion. She stood from her chair in an elegant fluid motion and sauntered out the door, an effortless curvaceous symphony that even made Carol shake her head.

 “Let’s see the Germans build a better one of those.” 

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A little more lighthearted WWII spy theme. I'm such a sucker for vintage glamour, pinups, burlesque, all that fun stuff. So to play on those themes, our buxom pinup is going to seduce a British scientist into defecting to America for the war effort. He doesn’t stand a chance at saying no when the type of woman that he sees painted on the sides of fighter planes is standing right in front of him!

I have some go-to celeb references for my character but I could be open to any you might be willing to bring for him as well. I envisioned him being about her age but I could be open to him being older if you prefer that. I have a few go-to's for that as well!

In general, I enjoy playing kinda fit but kinda skinny dorky pretty boy types.

 I am a detailed multi-paragraph writer and I write in first person. I only RP on discord. I like to craft a story and our own little world. I'd love this to be a slowburn with lots of teasing and tension.

 I love to talk OOC and bounce ideas around so we both have the most fun out of the RP. I really like to brainstorm together!

 So if you’ve always wanted to be a full bodied sensual 1940’s pinup, love glamour and burlesque then chat me and let’s see if we click as writers before we move to discord!

 Kinks: Gentle femdom, seduction, teasing, denial, edging, light humiliation, light cbt, lingerie, heels, stockings, outercourse, strip tease, aggressive kissing, taller woman, CFNM, body/head scissor, power bottom, cowgirl, face sitting, titjob, body worship, clothed sex, premature, female superiority/arrogance, cuddling/aftercare, breast play/smothering, light bondage

Limits: Pegging, anal, feminization, violence, gore, scat 

[M4F] Operation Pinup. London. 1940. Pinup girls are recruited as intel spies for the war effort. Turns out high heels and lingerie are a lot more dangerous than tanks and airplanes