The sweet buzzing sound of Sarah’s vibrator melted away into the night and the morning came quickly. It was no later than 6 am when Agent Turner himself came knocking at Sarah’s door. She slowly moved into a sitting position, she felt so drained of energy that she could barely open her eyes. When she managed to force them open she saw Agent Turner standing in her doorway. He had a handful of clothes and other items that he offered to Sarah.
“Thank you,” she told Turner as she took the goodies.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes, be ready,” he said before spinning on his heels and walking away.
The newest member of the CIA laid the items out on the bed to closer inspect them. The outfit consisted on a long black skirt and a nice looking, short-sleeved, dress shirt. She glanced at the size, already knowing they would be the right size, and saw she was right. The CIA seemed to know everything about everyone. Sarah reached down and picked up what she thought was a normal purse and wondered why the agency would give her something she already had. When she opened it up she discovered that inside was a small camera that would record anything in the field of view. She was amazed how small the lens was, and checked the outside of the purse. She could not see where the camera pointed out, but she knew it was there. The last item Sarah found in the bunch was a miniature earpiece. Sarah really felt like a bond girl with these gadgets at her disposal.
Sarah slipped into the skirt and dress shirt that was provided to her. There hadn’t been any under garments so she took the liberty of picking something sexy out for herself. She stepped into a thin, white g-string and slid it up her legs under the skirt. She then looked into the mirror and decided that the dress shirt was thick enough that she wouldn’t have to wear anything under it. Instead, she unbuttoned the top couple buttons and parted the shirt to display as much cleavage as she felt was necessary. As Sarah stood in front of the mirror checking herself out, there was a short knock at the door then it opened behind her. She was expecting Turner to enter, but instead it was the young man who had shown her to this room.
“Private Tommy Whacker, nice of you to come see me,” she said.
“Ugh…” he was struck in awe at the sight of the amazingly beautiful woman that stood across the room from him. Sarah looked up into the mirror and noticed his eyes moving over her shapes and curves.
“Do you like what you see?” Sarah asked seductively.
“I am so sorry Ma’am, I didn’t mean to stare… I’ve just never seen a woman as beautiful as yourself.”
Sarah wondered what brought the private to her room, and then she saw the pair of black, high heels dangling from his right hand. It appeared he had forgotten the reason for coming as well.
“Are those for me?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, yes they are,” he answered.
“Will you bring them to me?” Sarah asked, knowing he would do just about anything she asked him.
The soldier slowly walked toward her, never taking his eyes away from her form. Sarah remained facing away from him as he came up behind her. He extended his arm, holding the shoes out to her. Sarah looked up and saw that he was looking directly into the mirror and into her face.
“Did you bring anything else for me?” she asked, licking her lips.
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