Spy on Vaarvel as she does something unprofessional (Time -1)

Being an effective agent meant exploiting windows of opportunity... like the moment when a grid of moving lasers guarding a hallway are perfectly parted, or the moment where two cars swerve and end up perfectly parallel, allowing your motorcycle to squeeze through the center of them, these were the moments the best agents lived for and never failed to seize. You knew that if you kept checking up on the Goodbye Girls, you'd encounter moments of vulnerability... even without knowing their weaknesses, you knew that no one was on their guard all the time.

... But was that true of Vaarvel? It was pretty difficult to even find Vaarvel unless she wanted to be found. You felt like you'd never seen her truly lose her composure before either. Was it possible to get camera surveillance on her? You didn't think so...

You decided you would need to try something different. After speaking to Goodbye, you requisitioned the most discrete tracking bug that the CEDIT tech-heads could manufacture... it cost a pretty penny, but you thought it might be worth it in order to pull aside the curtain that was Vaarvel's veil of mystery. Now you just had to find a way to get it on her. Placing it on her person would be nearly impossible. She was the type who was so suspicious- because she inspired such suspicion herself- that she'd instantly notice any attempt to plant a bug on her. You'd never seen her leave that skin-suit or mask lying around either. What would be a reasonable item to bug?

... A thought hit you. Those costumes... If you could find a time that she was busy and bug those, then she might not think to search it for a bug before the next time she wore the costume. You waited for the right moment when you knew she'd be out of the room... that was a tall order, requiring visual confirmation, given her penchant for hiding in plain sight. Once you found it, you went to an especially garish, bright red wig and put the tracking bug inside its curls. You then gunned it out of there as soon as you could. You figured you'd wait for a few days, until the thing picked up movement.

... To your surprise, it began to move about two hours afterward. With wide eyes, you ran to mission control to track the movements on your laptop computer. She was staying in the base, but for whatever reason, she was headed down to the recruit's barracks...

You decided to use the phone app instead for a bit. You needed to follow her on foot...

For a moment, you thought the bug must be on the fritz. There was simply no way the person you were watching was Vaarvel.

Following the bug had taken you to spy on a red-headed, Irish-born girl with freckled cheeks, dressed in a standard, black CEDIT catsuit, speaking to a tall, handsome recruit with brown, crew-cut hair. No... That couldn't be, right? But when you looked at her from a certain angle... When you saw the ass, that is... you recognized that ass in tight leather. That had to be Vaarvel in a costume!

The two were talking like old friends. Vaarvel's voice had a thick Irish accent and didn't sound a bit like the sultry South-African you were used to speaking with. They gabbed on and on, until finally, she put a mischievous grin across her speckled cheeks and a gleam in her bright green eyes. "Hey, Bobby... Ya ever tried it with a blindfold on before?"

The guy shook his head dumbly, as Vaarvel led him over to the showers. At this point, you had to wonder if Vaarvel was just letting you watch... you adopted the suit of a standard CEDIT agent as well as a cap- your own clumsy form of disguise- then followed the two in to the increasingly steamy shower setting. Sure enough, she'd tricked the guy into wearing a black blindfold. The handsome rookie was now butt-naked, doing her doggystyle as she pressed her hands against the wet shower wall. Her skin tone might somehow be different, but you'd recognize that ass anywhere.

Still, this was a completely different way to see it. His thrusts set it to jiggling powerfully and the sheer size of it made your eyes widen. You found yourself hard enough to plow something yourself, suddenly wishing you were in that guy's place. You had to admit, though, you were surprised to find Vaarvel giving free service to rookies like this. {if Vaarvel's Kink > 999}After all, she was a sadist, right? Was helping out her juniors like this really something that a sadist would do?{endif}

That's when you spotted it... a wedding ring on the rookie's finger. He hadn't taken it off before he'd started doing the woman in front of him.

Your mind put the situation together slowly, as if you were hesitant to spell it all out... There was a chance that Vaarvel was pretending to be a slutty recruit and joining him this way... Or she could really be in a relationship with this guy as his wife... But more likely, your ally was pretending to be a married woman, then getting off on the pleasure of cheating with a man who didn't even realize he was committing infidelity. She really was a twisted type of sadist!

You understood the blindfold now. The guy might appreciate that meaty ass while he couldn't see it, but one look at it from this range would definitely tell him it wasn't his wife's... No way was the guy lucky enough to have a gal with a butt that huge while cheating with another just as well-endowed.

"Yeah, honey! Shoot it all inside! Let's make a baby!"

You watched aghast, wondering if you should yell out and warn the guy what he was doing. Before you could, the tell-tale signs of his indiscretion began to leak out from Vaarvel's oddly Caucasian, freckled pussy; the guy moaned in a satisfied orgasm, oblivious to the sin he'd just committed against his wife.

"Mmmm... You were great, baby. Let's do it again tonight~"

You hotfooted it away from the shower scene as quickly as you could. You worked hard to convince yourself this didn't matter. It didn't, right? Vaarvel wasn't going to do something that risked her own pregnancy... this was a victimless crime... wait, not quite. What kind of conversation was that guy going to have with his girlfriend later? Was he going to tell her he'd just had sex in the shower with her earlier? He'd be in the dog house for sure, considering his wife wouldn't remember any of that. He'd think he was going crazy...!

You resolved to find the guy's superior officer and get his name. Then you'd send an e-mail, explaining the situation... and warn him never to have sex on base again. Oddly, it felt a bit like you were blackmailing him, but you just wanted to help him.

The worst part of it all... you were still fully erect, your bulge showing through the close-fitting material of that wet-work suit. Watching that had been more erotic than you wanted to admit to yourself, given the illicit nature of it all...

What a fucked-up hobby you'd just discovered! A master of disguise was nothing to sneeze at! You made a note to try and avoid getting married until Vaarvel was out of your life...

Later, when you sent the e-mail, the agent's awkward response told you that he'd already been told that by someone else. He probably didn't relish two people knowing about it.

Vaarvel... She probably just got off on having the **** material over the guy. You wondered how many men around the base she had by the balls like this? This woman was either an enemy of married men or a friend with benefits to them, depending on how you looked at it...