Assassin Affairs (40 page)

“Timmy,
you realize this is a rare opportunity. Most of our agents come to us
through the FBI or as experienced black-ops personnel. All I can
offer you at this time is an internship. You'll have to pass a
scrutinizing background check and prove yourself worthy before you
can become an agent.”

“Yes,
ma'am, and please call me Tim. Working for the CIA has been a
lifetime dream of mine,” he declared, as he fumbled about
nervously.

“I'm
going to assume that you pass muster and have you meet with two
special undercover agents of mine.”
“You are?”
he asked, amazed by the way she was willing to circumvent the system.

“Yes,
but while we check out your history, you won't be exposed to anything
secret. Time is of the essence for me on a pet project of mine, and I
want you to meet with two of my operatives tonight at a Georgetown
bar. From appearances, you would never suspect that they work for me,
and that's what makes them so good.”

“Yes,
ma'am.”

“If
this is going to work out, you will have to do whatever they say, I
don't care what it is, even if they say jump off a cliff. This is
just a trial meeting to see if there is the chemistry there that I
think there may be.”

“Yes,
ma'am. I'm willing to do whatever it takes.”

“Good,
here's the necessary information. Meet them there at eight o'clock
tonight, Timmy.”

The two
young women appeared to be a pair of dim-witted bimbos. In reality,
they were a pair of top computer hackers working on Pepper's special
project. More than that, they were an integral part of her very
special team, a group that she kept off the CIA records. Young
Timothy recognized them from the photos in his information packet and
joined them at their table in the crowded Georgetown pub. The girls
ordered drinks and snacks, and the threesome proceeded to get
acquainted as the pair loosened him up with alcohol. Both were
dressed like punk-rockers, Tim wore conservative clothes and had
thick-rimmed glasses. All three were within a year or two in age.

“Why
did Pepper choose you of all people, Timmy?” Kacey inquired.

“Because
she said I show promise, and please call me Tim.”

“It's
not easy to impress Pepper, Timmy. We won her favor when we were over
in Asia and we cut off a guy's penis.” They both furtively
checked out his expression to see how he'd react to such a
declaration.

He casually
looked off to the side, pretending to check out a passing waitress as
he adjusted his glasses.

Kacey
plopped her foot onto the tabletop. “Do you see this anklet,
Timmy?”

“Yes,
is that one of those slave anklets?”

“It
is, and Julie here put it there. I'll wear it until the day I die, or
until she takes it off.”

Julie
grinned.

“So
you two are dykes?”

“Timmy!
That is so uncool. I think you had better go back to your campus and
restart your job search!”

“I'm
sorry, I meant to say lesbians,” he mumbled, getting himself in
even deeper.

She gave
him a gentle slap. “We're not lesbians either! Are those fake
glasses?” She grabbed them off his head.

“Hey,
give me those!” he demanded.

“They're
for real. Okay, here, take them back. Anyway, as I was saying before
you distracted me, Julie put this on my ankle, and you're right, it
is a slave anklet. It just means I am her slave, not that I have any
particular sexual preference. We are bisexual, though, and we had sex
this afternoon under the cherry blossoms by the Washington Monument.
It was a real hoot!”

“Oh,
okay, that's interesting.” He took another sip of his beer and
munched a few more snacks. The two girls glared at him.

Kacey
leaned across the table and whispered, “Being her slave simply
means I have to do whatever she tells me to do. If she told me to
give you a blow-job, I'd have to do it, as disagreeable as that might
be.”

Startled at
such a revelation, he looked over at Julie and smiled at the
prospect.

“Forget
about it, Timmy. That ain't gonna happen. I'm just making a point. I
do whatever Julie tells me to do, and you do whatever we tell you to
do. Didn't Pepper explain that to you?”

“Yes,
she did allude to that.”
“Allude?”

“No,
she did say that specifically.” He began to squirm
uncomfortably in his seat.

“Give
him a little test, Julie. Have him do something embarrassing. Let's
see if he understands the concept.”

“Well,
um, okay, stick your finger up your nose.”

“Oh
good grief, kid! Are you still in grade school?” chastised
Kacey. She whispered a suggestion into her ear.

Julie
blushed as she made the request. “Turn yourself on.”

“Huh?”

“Give
yourself a hard-on under the table,” Julie whispered.

“You're
kidding, right?” he asked, also blushing.

“Now!”
ordered Kacey.

A moment
later, “Check him out, Julie. See if he's hard.”

“Me?
Why not you?”

“I'm
confused,” the young man said to Kacey. “You're the one
wearing her slave anklet, but you're the one telling her what to do.”

“It's
complicated,” admitted Julie, as she discreetly slid her hand
under the table. “He did it.”

“You
pass round one, junior. Now that wasn't so hard was it?” Kacey
said, chuckling at her own humor. “You can go home now. Someone
will contact you.”

In
conjunction with Pepper's transfer to Langley, the entire team would
be relocating to the the D.C. area. Kacey and Julie had been called
in early, had just gotten an apartment together, and were still
getting used to each other's full-time company while they got it
furnished. As soon as Timmy's security clearance came through, he was
dispatched to meet them there for further instructions.

“We
apologize for the lack of furniture, Timmy, but we just moved in
here. All we could agree on so far is the TV and the couch,”
said Kacey.

Julie
brought out a tray with cheese and crackers and a jug of wine. The
time passed quickly as the threesome became better acquainted and the
bottle ran low.

“That
TV show with your sisters is coming on in a few minutes, Kacey!”
observed Julie, perusing the TV listings.

“Now
I remember why you look familiar!” said Tim, as his face beamed
admiringly. “Your sisters are the twins from 'The Sinclair
Affair'!”

Kacey
headed to the kitchen to make some popcorn as the others got more
comfortable.

“Put
on your collar!” Julie called out.

A moment
later she returned with the freshly made popcorn, wearing her new
collar and the blue denim shirt that Julie had previously requested.

“I
love you,” confessed Julie. “Tim is confused about which
one of us is the dom and doesn't believe that the collar has any real
meaning. We could really use a footrest here.” She raised up
her feet and asked, “You wouldn't mind would you?”

Without a
moment's hesitation, Kacey handed them the popcorn, got down on her
hands and knees, and positioned herself to be their stool. Both
placed their feet on her back.

“Tim,
the first time I saw Kacey, she was wearing just that shirt. She
looked so totally hot! When we had to go our separate ways, I asked
her to wear the shirt and collar for our reunion. Isn't she a
sweetheart? I love this girl!”

“You
two are going to be so much fun to work with!”

“Work
for, not with. Don't forget that,” Julie reminded him.

During the
commercials, Julie explained that they each had been through their
own hell the prior year. She had been kidnapped and sexually abused
in Thailand, Kacey had been subjected to the whims of a radical
militia group in Colorado, also sexually abused.

“The
experiences messed us up a little bit, Tim. I'm just telling you this
so you'll better understand our ways as we three move forward in our
unique relationship,” Julie explained. “We're taking it
easy on you tonight. Don't expect that to last.”

When the
show ended, Kacey was allowed to join the other two on the sofa.

“Your
sisters were awesome in that show, Kacey!” marveled Tim.

“Yes,
they were, hon,” agreed Julie. “Something just isn't
right about that outfit, though.”

“The
shirt was the outfit that day,” Kacey reminded her.

“Oh
yeah, hmm.” She was considering the possibilities.

“Maybe
it's her new collar,” said Tim.

“What
do you mean?”

“Wouldn't
a choke collar with a leash be better?”

“Careful
what you wish for, Timmy,” responded Kacey. “You could
end up being the one wearing it! While Julie decides what she wants,
I'll tell you about our upcoming mission. Obviously, this is strictly
confidential. Now that you have officially gotten clearance, Pepper
gave us this CIA Intern badge to give to you which will get you into
the agency facility. She has had you assigned to the maintenance
department. Nobody ever notices the clean-up staff. We need to get
into the computer lab and retrieve something. We're going to help her
move into her new office tomorrow night. We plan to slip into the
lab, get what we need, and leave it in the trash. Your job will be to
use your maintenance card to get us past the electronic security, and
then come in and take out the trash, no questions asked. Although
it's a twenty-four hour facility, almost no one is there at three in
the morning.”

As Kacey
spoke, Julie playfully slipped her hand under the loose-fitting denim
shirt. “She has the nicest breasts, Tim. If you do a good job
tomorrow night, I might let you do this, too.”

Pepper's
competition for the Director job was a General Parker. She had Intel
that the man was having an illicit affair, but he had been good at
covering his tracks and there was no proof. With the codes that the
trio would be retrieving, she could access the agency software that
would allow her to hack into anyone's email account. She would even
be able to read items that merely sat in draft status. If there were
no implicating emails, she would create them. She then proceeded to
search emails for Members of Congress and found a treasure trove of
dirt. She focused on the Senators that would be voting on her
confirmation as CIA Director.

The
retiring Director was a political appointee and primarily a
figurehead. As a senior and respected agent, Pepper had the real
power in the agency. When someone questioned her authority, it tended
to end badly for them. Others at headquarters were too intimidated by
her to do much other than go along with whatever she said. When the
girls had been discovered in the computer lab, she vouched for them
and had them released into her custody.

Later that
night, as dawn was about to break, the threesome returned to the
apartment to celebrate the success of the mission.

“You
did good tonight, Timmy. How does it feel having your first mission
completed so successfully?” asked Kacey.

“It's
a high. I'm so wired, I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep
tonight!”

“Well,
then just stay here,” offered Julie. She and Tim got
comfortable on the sofa and Kacey was sent for refreshments. She
brought in another jug of wine, was wearing the blue denim shirt and
showing off her new collar.

“How
do you like it, Tim? Julie liked your suggestion and made me go out
and buy a choke collar with a leash.”

“It's
awesome!” he said, looking like an eager puppy dog seeing his
master come home for the first time in days.

She gave
the end of the leash to Julie and poured each of them some wine.

“Come
join us,” said Julie, gently tugging on the tether, positioning
her between her legs.

They spent
the next half-hour rehashing the events of the night and discussing
their adrenaline highs. Tim was distracted by Kacey's loose shirt.
Daylight was beginning to break.

“I
suppose I should go home and let you two get some sleep,” said
Tim.

Julie
teased him, once again slipped her hand under the blue denim top.
“Oh, Timmy, she feels so soft.” She had Kacey undo a few
of her buttons. “If you ask nicely, I'll let you touch one of
her breasts, Tim.”

“Julie,
may I please touch one of Kacey's breasts?”

“Okay,
but only because we love her new leash that you suggested. Right,
honey?” She gave it another tug.

“Yes,
Mistress Julie. It's a big improvement.”

“Here,
Tim, take the leash, give it a little yank, pull her closer to you so
you can get a better angle to slip in your hand.”

Kacey
gagged a bit as he complied.

“Gently,
you eager beaver.”

He moved
his hand inside the slightly opened shirt and enjoyed its freedom to
explore.

“How
do you like that, Kacey?” asked her mistress.

“He
has a kind touch, ma'am.”

“Okay,
Timmy, stop. That's all you get tonight, you naughty boy,” said
Julie. “I want to take this opportunity to remind you what
Pepper told you about following orders. What was it that she said
again?”

“That
I'm to do everything you tell me to do even if it's to jump off a
cliff,” he said a bit uneasily, as he returned the leash.

“Do
you have a girlfriend? How many girls have you been with?”

“Yeah,
her name is Briana. My prior girlfriend and I made love. Briana and I
never have. I've only done stuff with the two of them.”

“Give
us details. What stuff?”

“Cuddling,
petting, the usual stuff, I guess.”

“Kissing?”

“Of
course.”

“Where
do you kiss them?”

“At
home, in the car.”

“No
silly. I mean where on their bodies?”

“The
lips, their neck, their breasts.”

“What
do you think, my pet?” she asked Kacey.

“I
wouldn't let a guy like that make love to me either. I'd dump him,
too.”