Chapter 4

And so my life as a spy began to develop. I was contacted two weeks later by the same person who had been at my apartment. He asked about Randy’s next trip, and as planned, I gave him the country that Randy had named for my first contact.

It was a brief contact. I asked him his name and he said, “Call me Peter.”

His only other message to me was that as long as I continued to cooperate with him, the pictures of my orgy would not be sent to my parents and friends.

Anne and I were now working out in the gym twice a week. Anne’s workout suit was tight shorts and a combination sports bra and halter. She looked extremely attractive as she went through her workout, and I saw many of the men sneaking peeks at her when they thought no one was looking.

The first night I went to the gym Anne introduced me to her personal trainer. He was a six feet two inch blond male without an ounce of fat on him. I was ready, maybe even hoping for some type of hit from him, but none came. He very professionally assessed my physical strengths and weaknesses and then created a work out schedule for me that would tone and strengthen my body. After a few weeks of self imposed embarrassment about working out at all, I began to enjoy it. I could feel my body respond to the exercises and I became comfortable.

The first few times after our workouts, Anne and I showered at the gym and then went to dinner at nearby restaurants. The dinners were fun. Anne and I became friends and could now talk about any subject that seemed interesting. She told me how she grew up in a Midwestern state on a farm, and I told her about my past experiences.

As we were dressing after our latest workout, Anne looked at me and said, “Instead of going to a restaurant tonight, why don’t you come over to my place? I have enough for a salad and I bought two steaks that we can barbecue.”

I replied, “That would be great. Restaurants are fun, but not all the time, and after three years of not trying to make friends, my apartment gets to feel pretty small some times.”

Anne told me the directions to her place, and said to follow her so that she could open the garage door in her apartment where there was guest parking. Her apartment was only five miles away and I was able to follow her without any problems. Her apartment was a relatively new 20 story building. She lived on the sixteenth floor facing the center of the city. The apartment had two bedrooms, the second which she had made into an office. The living room was impressive with a beautiful view of the city buildings and lights. It was decorated gracefully, a touch feminine, but maybe more sexually neutral than anything else.

Anne kicked off her shoes as soon as she entered her apartment and headed to the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Red wine OK?

I said, “Absolutely, anything you have is fine with me.”

Anne spent a few minutes in the kitchen and came out with a bottle of merlot and a tray of some type of cheese and crackers. She said, “Let’s just relax for a few minutes and then we can get serious about food. After a good workout I have no appetite, but then in a couple of hours I’m really ready to see the food.

Anne sipped her wine and asked, “How do you like the workouts now that you have been doing if for almost a month?”

I replied, “I can’t believe how much better I feel. My stomach, legs and arms have all toned up, but it is just an overall better feeling I have. Of course I’m not anywhere close to having the body you have. When I see you stretching or lifting weights, you look fantastic.”

Then without thinking I continued, “Of course when I really saw your body that night, I was overwhelmed by how beautiful you are ... oh shit, did I really say that?” I blushed.

Anne burst out laughing. Her eyes were smiling as she looked at me and said, “And what part of my body did you focus on?”

I answered, “Everything. Your breasts are so firm and sensitive, your flat stomach, your face ... I’m sorry Anne. I’m making a fool out of myself. Please forgive me?”

Anne kept a small smile on her face as she looked at me. She said, “Katie, you always put yourself down. You are beautiful. Even without the work outs, your body was the magnet of the office. I think you had a lonesome three years and that lowered your confidence even more.