Special Agent Gemma

Gemma was walking through central London on the way home from her boring but competitively paid office job when she first noticed the stranger staring at her from across the street. He was a strikingly handsome and immaculately dressed man, maybe a decade older than the twenty five year old woman he seemed to have taken an interest in, and his gaze was intense. Gemma was single, and might not have been averse to this guy picking her up in a club or bar, but this kind of attention felt uncomfortable and vaguely threatening. She decided to cut down an alley to get away from him and was soon safely on the tube and headed back to the studio apartment she was currently renting. Once she arrived home Gemma quickly slipped out of her work clothes and stepped into the shower. Moments after she had switched on the water, her doorbell chimed.

"Fuck off" she muttered to herself, thinking it most likely a sales call or one her neighbours bugging her about something pointless.

The doorbell went again, and once more she ignored it.

She began humming contentedly to herself after the bell failed to sound a third time, assuming that whoever it was had taken the hint and left, allowing Gemma to finally relax and enjoy her shower. But then the bathroom door swung open.

At first, Gemma was too shocked to even think to cover herself as she faced the man who had been watching her while she walked home earlier.

"Please don't be alarmed Gemma, I'm not here to hurt you" the stranger told her as he threw her a towel.

By now she did have the presence of mind to be aware of her nudity. Very aware.

"Who the fuck are you?" she blushed, while wrapping the towel around herself as quickly as she possibly could "And what do you want from me?"

"You will refer to me as Alpha" the man told her "Gemma Cook, I am aware of your curse and I hereby claim you on behalf of the British Government. From now on I will be your handler"

"Curse?" Gemma repeated in disbelief "You want to claim me for the government?"

She had seen a bit of a buzz online over some documentary about cursed women who could supposedly be claimed and made to do all sorts of depraved things for their "masters", but she had naturally assumed it was all bullshit. And anyway, that only applied to women named Peters, or Peterson or something like that, and she was a Cook. This had to be a prank, and a pretty fucking inappropriate one. She really hoped nobody had been secretly filming this.

"Gemma, I want your hair to turn jet black" Alpha told her.

Gemma looked puzzled by the request at first before turning, seeing her new hair colour in the mirror and letting out a scream.

"Gemma, calm down. Everything is going to be okay" Alpha told her, and suddenly she felt herself relax, despite everything "Go and get dressed. I'll make us both a cup of tea"

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"A spy? I work in finance" Gemma told Alpha between sips of her drink "What could possibly make you think I would be at all suited to becoming a female James Bond? Besides, it sounds dangerous"

"Actually, you would be virtually indestructible" Alpha told her "And your skill set will be incredible. You can take the form of virtually anything or anyone, or even become invisible. You will be able to read body language flawlessly, speak every language there is, be given a photographic memory, speed reading skills and the ability to analyse complex information instantly. You will have world class skills in every form of martial art going and the athletic abilities of an Olympian. You will get to travel the world and be paid extremely well. You really should thank your lucky stars I got to you before some basement dwelling virgin with a diaper fetish did"

"This all sounds so crazy" Gemma replied in disbelief "And I wouldn't be in control of anything by the sounds of it. You'd just be ordering me about all the time"

"At first, while you learn the ropes, it might be that you do require quite a lot of support from me" Alpha admitted "But the idea is that, in time, you will barely need me at all, though I will always be on hand if you do. We aren't just claiming every woman with Petersen blood we can find like some nations will be. We have done our homework on you Gemma, and we think you are a perfect fit for us. That is why I am sitting here having this conversation with you now"

"Could you really not have waited until I had finished my shower?"

"I am very sorry about that" Alpha answered a little guiltily "But I couldn't take any chances. As unlikely as it may seem, you had your phone in the room with you, and someone else could have used it to claim you first"

"I had no idea I was in such demand" Gemma joked "Fuck, am I really going to do this? It does sound more interesting than accounting I suppose"

"I wish I could be in your position, believe me" Alpha sounded like he truly meant that "And yes, you are really going to do this. Gemma, you will report to this location at 8 am tomorrow"

He handed her a scrap of paper with an address that was conveniently not too far from her home. He also passed her a small, transparent earpiece.

"Am I supposed to wear this?" she asked.

"Indeed you are. Gemma, you will wear that device at all times. It will allow me to command you whenever I need to and for us to track you in the unlikely event you get into trouble"

"Right, well that doesn't feel at all intrusive.." Gemma sighed sarcastically "I guess I'll see you tomorrow at eight then. But for now, if it's okay with you, I'd like to get back to washing my hair"

Author Note: Big thank you to DakotaDave for inspiring this!