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Annabelle walked gingerly to the frat house. She did not see too many people along the way, and no one seemed to be Russian. She arrived at the frat house, a large victorian with a big front porch. There were several people on the porch as there was a party at the house.

Annabelle spotted a tall pale young man. He had a big nose and was muscular. Annabelle walked up to him and whispered, "I find Vladimir Putin's hairy testicles very sexy." She was not sure she got the phrasing correct and grew worried she was compromised.

"Um, OK," said the confused boy.

Annabelle smiled nervously and went inside. She found "Alexie."

"Good, come with me!" said Robert. He led Annabelle upstairs to a bedroom. He shut the door. "Do you have it?"

"Yeah, it's..." Annabelle reached into her pants and took the lipstick tube out of her anus. She held it between her fingers.

"Good," said Robert. "Someone's coming!" he said suddenly. "Shove it in your mouth! Quick!"

Annabelle put the lipstick tube in her mouth. She grimaced and gagged a bit.

"Pretend you're my boyfriend!" said Robert. "Spit out the lipstick and give me a blow job! Quick! You have to do it!" He pulled down his jeans and briefs.

Annabelle spit out the lipstick. She dropped to her knees and started sucking Alexie's cock.

"Good, do it like an expert, so anyone who comes in thinks this is all normal!"

Annabelle started using her lips, tongue, and teeth to work on Alexie's cock.

"Damn, you're good at this, and I can tell you really love sucking cock. Good, all patriotic American girls love sucking cock on their knees."

Annabelle moaned and kept it up until "Alexie" came in her mouth. She pulled off and licked her lips as she breathed heavily.

"Good job," said Robert. He patted Annabelle on the head. He stood up and pulled his pants back up. "Now, I have another important job for you that the country's security depends on."

"What is it?" said Annabelle.

"There is a female Russian spy in this house, but I don't know which girl it is. All I know is that she has a major yeast infection."

"Ew gross!" said Annabelle.

"Yes, but the good news is, her crotch smells like blue cheese."

"Eww!"

"Here is what your country needs of you," said Robert, "Go out into the party and find the Russian spy. You have to find a way to sniff each girl's crotch without tipping her off who you are or what you are doing. Be as subtle as possible. Once you find her, come find me."

"Um, OK, I can do that," said Annabelle. They left the bedroom.