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She laughs at the suggestion that he would get nude. “Look, I’ve dealt with a lot of women who are **** and sometimes I have gotten nude for them.” Nigel reassures her. “No, you don’t have to.” She said, pulling her hands away and letting them fall to her sides. “I’ll play along.” “Good,” Nigel said and took a photo of her nude in front of him. Her nipples were pink and coin-sized protrusions on her taut tits. Her pussy was shaved clean and her pink lips were just visible. Very fucking nice, he thought to himself.

Nigel then directed her to do some skating jumps and poses while nude, all the while focusing on her perfect round ass. That thing does not belong on such a small woman, he thought, admiring her succulent cheeks before snapping a photo. I need to move this along and get to the nitty gritty, he thought. “Now, when you were skating, did you feel a great deal of pride for your country?” Nigel asked. “Yes, I was very proud. It is an honor to represent your country.” Natalya said, and she did appear proud. “So you would consider yourself more Russian than British?” Nigel asked. “I felt proud representing Russia, but I love Britain and its culture. It is such an interesting and vibrant place. Some people say London is too crowded but I love it.” She said, twirling. “But do you prefer one over the other?” Nigel asked, hoping that the question didn’t seem odd. “Well, I would say Britain is my home now. Most of my family is in Russia, but I suppose I do prefer Britain. It’s sort of a complicated thing, you see? A lot of people here are upset with Russians about this whole poisoning thing in the news, you know? But that kind of thing makes me ashamed to be Russian. I wish us Russians were not thought of as corrupt cheaters, but perhaps we deserve that distinction.” Natalya began to divulge more. “That is very interesting. I think it is brave of you to say that, and I’m sure some of your teammates and coaches feel differently.” Nigel said. Natalya turned and looked at him. “You’re very right, Mr. Lehrmann. I sort of butted heads with them over it and they questioned my allegiance. It’s sort of a silly thing, I’m just a skater. . .” Nigel stopped her. “You’re allegiances are very important, no matter who you are. You don’t need to agree with what your coaches or family or teammates say regarding that. Be your own person.” Nigel urged her. “You’re right. It feels good to hear someone encourage me about this. I don't think anyone ever has.” She said, as she looked out the window.

Nigel had spent a career trying to turn people into double agents and he felt it was surreal that he was attempting to turn a nude figure skater into a double agent while pretending to be a photographer. And besides that, his fixation on her amazing body continued to grow. Her grace and flowing movements embodied youth and exuberance, and his old self could not help but be attracted to it. I need to get on with it, he told himself, trying to snap himself out of it.