The life of a spy

If I told you i'd have to kill you

Chapter 1 by Sundayhiker Sundayhiker

6:30am, you wake up in a beautiful hotel room, the sun is shining in through the curtains and is hitting your eyes, you sit up and stretch, the white bed sheets slide down your naked body onto the bed, your phone starts to ring so you reach over to the night stand to grab it, it's your handler calling you on facetime "had a successful night i see?" he asks you "yes I did" the target was easy enough to convince to get into bed, from there taking his phone and knocking him out for the clean up crew was no problem at all you tell him "thats good to hear because we need you to follow up with another mission once we've broken into his phone" he replies "won't be a problem sir" you say back before hanging up the phone and throwing it into the large hotel bed.

You slide out of the bed letting the sheets drop to the floor and head over to the desk at the other end of the room, grabbing your black lace lingerie and black cocktail dress and glossy black high heels, you quickly get dressed before heading out the hotel room and out into the hallway, while walking to the elevator you notice a person trying to follow you so you quickly make a left turn to the elevator and barely escape as the door closes on a mysterious person running towards you. After making it to the lobby you head outside and jump into a taxi to head to your meetup point for your ride home, while sitting in the car you think back to last night, about how you managed to get your target to come to you by wearing your black cocktail dress that barely leaves anything to the imagination but just enough to have him come talk to you and buy you a very nice 30yr old Macallan whisky on the rocks, you had read that your target had a thing for girls that could match his taste for expensive whiskies and and perfectly you happened to enjoy a nice whisky on the rocks so getting to enjoy a drink while getting him drunk enough to follow you to your hotel room was just an extra bonus, after a few drinks and a very expensive bill you lead him up to your room so the fun could begin, from the moment you walked in you wiggled out of your dress and let it hit the floor around your heels, then you moved towards the bed slowing sliding face down onto the white Egyptian sheets you wiggled your ass towards him, the sight of you bent over on the bed wearing your black lace thong and black bra with your heels must be driving him crazy you thought to yourself.

He runs over to you while trying to take off his suit as quickly as he can, you feel him lay down on top of you from behind, his erection pressed against your thong clad ass as he leans forward and whispers into your ear about all the things he wants to do to you.

Do you grab the tranq in the nightstand and knock him out or do you continue?

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