Speak to Vaarvel and receive some surprising instructions

If Tschau was going to ignore you, you figure you might as well talk to Vaarvel. Even if she was a compulsive liar, she, at the very least, loved to talk... and you began to suspect that if you could filter out what was true and what was false, her knowledge as the most senior member of the Goodbye Girls could definitely come in handy. Leaning forward with your hands on your knees, you asked her if she had any advice for you, since you didn't have a lot of experience as a handler yet.

"Hm hm... First off, try to avoid reminding your team that you're an inexperienced handler. I think you'll find that improves morale." The mask-wearing woman grinned sympathetically, then leaned forward to match your position. From this distance, the two of you could whisper without Tschau hearing... not that the other girl seemed especially interested in listening in. The ninja was still staring straight forward. "You see... Tschau sleeps with her eyes open, sometimes. She's asleep right now." Vaarvel gave another mischievous smile, then put her finger to her lips to indicate you should keep your voice down. "You wanted my advice... right?"

You nodded. Something about the woman's soft-spoken, velveteen voice made you feel rapt at attention... Just speaking to her and listening to her responses felt like you were undergoing a form of hypnosis.

"It's a pre-mission ritual that I like to help all of our handlers with." The thin, white crescent of her smile shined inside the darkness of her mask's hole as she continued, her glossy lips moving only slightly with her whispered words. "Grab a tissue."

Now things really were getting weird. Was she going to show you some kind of magic act? Raising an eyebrow and feeling dubious, you reached inside your coat's pocket and pulled out a kerchief... any good agent needed to carry one, at least to a formal event like this. It really ruined the suave, secret-agent thing if you sneezed all over your sleeve in the middle of a mission. You were still interested in being suave... after all, you were a pretty serious guy, but you liked to think some romance could still be in the cards.

You hadn't expected something like this to come up, though. The next part of the ritual wasn't anything "suave" or "romantic..."

"Pull out your cock."

Confused, you lowered your eyebrows and glanced over at Tschau. She hadn't reacted... she really must be asleep. You questioned Vaarvel's command.

The woman's grin curled up at the corners and she leaned closer, resting one elegantly white-gloved hand onto the cheek of her mask to prop her head up. "Pull it out."

... It was hard to resist her command... You still felt like she was toying with you, but... Being toyed with in this way didn't feel like a bad thing. Hesitantly, you pulled down your zipper, then fished out your barely hard member... it still needed a good bit of coaxing. Some part of you wondered what Vaarvel would consider to be a good size... but only kids worried about things like size, right?

The woman's orange-brown eyes seemed to flash with joy as she saw it exposed. "Perfect. Now... listen only to my voice... wrap your fingers around the base and feel beneath the balls with your pinkie. Keep wiggling it until you've found a sensitive spot... remember that spot, because you're going to come back to it. Gently slide the cup of your hand along your shaft, from the base to the tip..."

Somewhat humiliatingly, you found yourself doing exactly what she asked. As if to spur you on, she moved her masked face closer and closer to your dick with as you obeyed her terms.

"Good... Now... Close your eyes and picture your favorite Goodbye Girl is helping you. She's sucking your cock... she can't speak, but she wants to. She wants to tell you how good your cock tastes, Mister Speck. You might think that's a myth and that no girl could like the taste of a man's cock... But it's a taste that can be acquired..."

You were stroking harder now... This couldn't be anything less than mesmerism at work. You really felt like a woman's mouth was around your cock now... But Vaarvel was still speaking, so it couldn't be hers. You wanted badly to open your eyes and began to do just that.

"Ah, no no... These are the Goodbye Girls, remember? If you open your eyes... You're toast. Your throat will be cut or your neck snapped; imagine whatever you like and then follow my instructions to prevent that fate. Just focus on my voice... focus on ejaculating. You want to cum. You have to cum before the mission starts. You aren't going to go into the mission with a big, hard erection like that, are you? Cum into the girl's throat now. She wants you to do it as badly as you want to do it. Cum... Cum, Mister Speck!"

With a grunt, you poured your semen into the waiting throat of your favorite of the girls... only, it wasn't anyone's throat, seemingly. In the next moment, you felt a tissue against the head of your penis, catching the spurt, then gently wiping up the residue.

"That was very good. I like a man that can follow directions. In thirty seconds, you can open your eyes, then zip up your pants."

You felt some degree of mortification... but also the lingering arousal of a situation where you'd gotten away with something dirty. When the moment had passed, you blinked your eyes open, finding Vaarvel sitting with her harness on and her back upright. Your dick felt clean... your pants felt clean... the floor was clean... there was no sign of the tissue. It was as if any evidence of the deed had vanished completely. For a moment, you worried, seeing Tschau's eyes were open... but she must still be sleeping after all.

"Ha ha ha... I lied. The other handlers have never taken me up on all of that advice before. Too afraid, I suppose... Thank you for the in-flight entertainment."

You could barely speak for the rest of the flight, wondering if any other agent in CEDIT history had been treated like this by their subordinates...