Chapter 5

It was now almost three months since the wild night in Paris. I had been contacted two more times by Peter, and in each case he had asked me which country Randy was traveling to next. Each time I told Peter the next country on the list and he left.

My work outs with Anne continued and so did the sex. The sex was not an obsessive thing for either of us. Sometimes we just went out to a restaurant for dinner and that was the end of the evening. On occasion Anne would come to my apartment or me to hers for a home cooked meal, and at some point we would find release with each other. It was as if each of us was in a holding pattern waiting for the future to catch up with us—we were friends, not lovers, who used each others body for pleasure.

The following night I was entering my apartment lobby and I sensed a presence behind me. It was Peter. The lobby was empty and he told me to sit down in one of the lobby chairs. He sat across from me.

Peter looked at me and said, “Katie, so far you have given us some useful information. It appears as if the information was accurate, and therefore we had no reason to show the world your sexual deviations. However, as a paid spy we think the deal we have between us is too easy. After all, we could watch Randy ourselves and see where he is going. So the decision is that you must do more for us?

I interrupted, “What do you mean ‘paid’ spy, you have never given me a dollar.”

Peter laughed and said, “Well that’s not quite true Katie. If you checked with your bank you will see that you now have both a checking account and a savings account. The savings account was opened right after we spoke the first time. The initial deposit was $1,000 and there have been two other deposits of $1,000 each. The person who opened the account is one of ours and she has a close physical resemblance to you if the banking person even remembers her. And, of course, forging your signature was elementary. So you are a paid spy.”

Katie, you must realize that it is one thing to be a victim of blackmail and to reveal your country’s secrets, but it is a much more serious thing to be paid for it. If you are investigated, the savings account will be found. We have made it difficult, but not impossible to trace where the deposits came from. When traced your people will find it originated at one of our publicly known affiliates. You will be revealed as one of our spies. The pictures will be discovered and I can assure you that going to prison is a real possibility.”

“Why are you doing this to me,” I pleaded.

Peter replied, “Katie, you are now one of us. The pictures were the first step to make sure you did not stray. Now the savings account is another step. But that’s not the point. You haven’t been doing enough for us. You had had an easy three months. Now we want you to make a bigger contribution to our efforts.”

“What more do you want from me,” I asked.

Peter said, “It really isn’t that difficult for a person like you. We have found a very nice young couple that just arrived from their country. They both have jobs in their embassy. Your job is to become friends with them—very close friends. You see, they both come from political families and it would be very embarrassing for them to be caught doing something inappropriate. It will be like Paris all over again Katie.”

“No,” I almost shouted. “I won’t do it ... I’m not a whore.”

Peter’s eyes turned cold as he quietly said, “Of course you will do it; you are a whore. That is what you have done before and you enjoyed it. We are asking you to perform in a one night play. The slut in you will enjoy it; we will have some interesting pictures which will assure us future cooperation from this couple. So you must do it or I can guarantee that your life as you know it will be destroyed.”

I looked down and said, “How ... when?” My breath was short. Was I giving in too easy? Does he suspect me?

Peter laughed, “I knew you would agree; after all you like doing that kind of thing my little Katie. I am paid to take advantage of weaknesses, and the slut in you was fairly easy to spot.

“The how and the when is easy. There is a charity dinner dance at the Four Seasons hotel next Friday night. You will be attending and will be sitting at the table where your new friends will also be sitting. Their names are Robert and Michelle Polana. Here is a picture of both of them. We have already reserved and prepaid for a large suite in the hotel. What you tell them is up to you. However, you must take them to your room and you must have them compromised. To be quite blunt, we want them naked—you must make them do everything.”

“But how can I get them to do that?” I asked.

Peter replied, “You like to do that; you will find a way. As an aid, here are some pills. If given the chance, one pill in each of their drinks will make your sexual suggestions a little easier for them to accept. These are not date rape drugs; just a chemical that lowers inhibitions and makes sexual attraction a little more interesting to the ones who take it. The main attraction, however, is you. Do what you must to get them into your hotel room.”

Peter stood up and looked at me as he said, “Failure in this endeavor will be very harsh on you. Do not fail.” With that, he walked out of the lobby leaving me sitting in the chair with a million thoughts and a picture of a beautiful young couple.

I went up to my apartment. I desperately wanted to call Anne and tell her what had just happened. As my hand lifted the phone, I stopped. Maybe they were listening in to my phone. I couldn’t call; I would have to wait for tomorrow.

Sleep did not come easy that night. Peter’s conversation kept going through my mind as did being a sexual toy for people I had never met. And I had to make it happen.

The morning finally came and I went to the office. I saw Anne and went over to her. “Something has happened,” I said. “Peter wants me to do something awful and I don’t...”

“Wait,” Anne said. “We should go to Randy so that you can tell him the whole story. That way you won’t have to go over it twice.”

Anne called Randy and told him that we had to meet right away on an urgent matter. He changed his schedule and told us to come to his office. Randy gestured to each of us to sit down and said, “OK, what’s up?”

I told Randy and Anne everything. They interrupted a few times to ask questions, but generally let me tell the story my way. Anne asked if I had brought the picture of the couple. I showed it to them.

There was silence in the room. Finally Randy said, “Actually, it is a bit creative for them to try something like this. They normally just break bones or kill to get what they want. In this case, it is sex, but with a twist. It is a false flag operation, isn’t it Anne?”

Anne replied, “Yes, definitely a false flag.”

Anne saw a bewildered look on my face. She continued, “Katie a false flag operation means that the ones doing it are hiding behind another country. In this case, if you are successful they will now have two more people doing things for them. If it does not work and you are discovered, it is the United States—you an American—who tried to blackmail them. We will be blamed. In either case, nothing bad will happen to them or their country. False flag operations have a low degree of risk. The cameras in the hotel room will be the same type that we use. Nothing will point to them; everything will point to us.”

Randy interrupted, “I wonder how we can turn this around, and if it is worth the risk. We have until Friday to find out who these people are. That shouldn’t be too difficult. Anne start by checking with the charity running this party and see if you can get a guest list and other information. If that doesn’t tell us who they are, maybe immigration can find out with their new techniques for people coming into the country.

“Katie this is going a little fast so I can’t walk around the subject. Will you do this for us?”

I looked at both of them, but my decision was already made. I couldn’t disappoint Randy and Anne. I said, “I will do it, but the chances of my seducing anyone, especially a couple seems remote. I have no idea what to do.”

Randy replied, “Thanks Katie. I know that your past experience with sex has not always been pleasant, so we appreciate you trying. Between now and the charity event we will find out what chemicals are in the pills he gave you. We will also bring in some of our psychologists who deal in this area to give you tips on what might work. But I’m afraid for the most part it is going to be your own creativity that makes this seduction successful or not.”

The rest of the week went quickly. The pills were high grade and produced a significant drop in inhibitions for most people who take them. The psychologists gave me body language tips on what to look for and how to proceed when and if I saw those actions. They maintained that how I was dressed that night was probably the most significant item that might be the difference between success and failure.

What I was to wear was simple. It would be a dress that showed my body to the fullest—especially my breasts and legs. Under the dress was the sheerest of bras to lift rather than hide my breasts and a tiny thong that could be felt through my dress if one were interested in finding out.

The rest of the week went quickly. On the day of the event I checked into the hotel as Peter had told me. The reservation was in order and I quickly had the key to my room. As I walked into the room I was amazed at the size of it. There was a king-size bed on one wall, a separate wet bar area, and a sitting area with chairs and couch. The entire outer wall of the room was glass looking out over the city. There were both sheers and heavy drapes that could be opened and closed by clicking a lever. It was a very expensive room.

As the time approached for the start of the event, I showered and dressed. When I was dressed, I still felt naked. I had never dressed like this before. If I bent over I quickly found out my nipples could be seen; when I sat down the dress pulled up to my thighs. I had never worn a thong. When I tried it on at home, I was embarrassed at first. It was obvious that the thong and an untrimmed pussy just didn’t work. So in another new first, I trimmed my hair so that it was now hidden by the thong. It took several times to make the unshorn area very smooth. An idle thought had crossed my mind that at another time in another place, it would be a turn on for someone to do the trimming for me.

As I took the elevator to the ballroom I finally gave in to some panic. The sex spy who was very new to sex had to seduce a couple she had never met before. I hoped my efforts would not end in a disaster.

I found my table number at the main door and entered the room in search of the table. All the tables had settings for eight people. I spotted Robert and Michelle before I saw the table number. By now we had discovered which embassy they worked for. Everyone rose to greet me and introduce themselves. One woman mentioned that her husband had been called out of the country so she was by herself. My name plate had me sitting with Robert on my right side. On my left should have been the man who could not make it, so Michelle moved over and sat on my left.

It took only a few minutes for me to conclude that Robert was a party person who kept the conversation going, while Michelle was somewhat shy and quiet. I also noticed that Robert couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. We were served wine and someone made a toast. I touched my glass to Michelle’s and then to Robert’s. Finally Robert leaned across me and touched his glass to Michelle’s. As his right hand holding the glass moved in front of me, his left arm accidentally brushed my breast. Or was it an accident?

The dinner was served slowly. The wine was served frequently. As the desert plates were cleared, the band started to play dance music. Everyone stood up and went to the dance floor for the first dance except for the single woman and me. She excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving me alone at the table. Quickly realizing I would never have a better opportunity, I casually dropped a pill in each of their drinks. Then thinking, why not, I dropped a pill into my glass. This was no time to have inhibitions.