Training for the Program

“How exactly do I begin?” Natalya asked. Anne had come forward and was standing close to Natalya. “We will get you close to him, and you do the rest. You will update us on your progress through secure channels of communication. We are looking for documents, evidence of his connections. We may have you tap his phones for us or download files from his computer. Whatever it takes.” Anne explained in a very serious tone. “I understand,” Natalya said, “but when will I be trained?” Nigel smirked. “Your training begins now.” Nigel informed her. “I need to put my clothes on. Where have you placed them?” She asked. Nigel looked at Anne, who had taken the clothing earlier, and shook his head to her. Anne then turned to Natalya. “You will get them back soon.”

“But why can’t I get dressed?” Natalya asked. “Clothes won’t be necessary.” Nigel explained, still smirking. “Natalya, I want you to seduce me.” Natalya fell silent and became noticeably tense. She looked around the room for an exit, but Anne stood between her and the door. “I won’t.” She said. “Don't make this difficult. This is your training. If you can’t seduce me, how will you seduce Grishnikov? We need to make sure you are not a wet log in bed.” Nigel explained his reasoning to her, but she turned to Anne looking for support. Anne was stone-faced and signaled with her hand for Natalya to listen to Nigel.

Natalya began to realize the full weight and nature of her service for MI6. She was going to be seducing and fucking men. She was embarrassed at the moment, but what Nigel and Anne didn’t realize was that she was made for this type of thing. Much of her time after retiring, and even during her skating career, was spent romancing and seducing girls and guys who she took an interest in. She took great pleasure in sexually teasing men. The ones who piqued her lust were her projects, and she obsessed over fucking and dominating them—and then discarding them.

Her nymphomaniac tendencies unfortunately alienated many friends and family. She fucked her sisters boyfriend, one of her older coaches daughters, and many others. This alienation contributed to her feelings toward her country and towards Britain. And now that she realized she would be doing it for a living, she couldn’t believe it. She was excited, but she was not pleased to have been tricked by Nigel and Anne. She felt a perverse sense of admiration for Nigel. He had managed to trick her into taking her clothes off and revealing personal sexual stories. And indeed, he was now going to fuck her. This is a man who understands the pleasure of sexually manipulating people, she thought to herself. And he wasn’t half bad looking. She did have a thing for older men, having fucked many older figure skating coaches.