Kortzan had brought her in to their offices for training two weeks after she accepted their offer. The training was actually quite interesting. Some of it was technical and involved tiny, high tech cameras, and microphones. It was explained that most of the time, these items would be handled by others. However, there would be times where she'd be required to wear a device or to quickly position one without help or assistance. She had to do this correctly -- it was, many times, crucial, to the success of the job.
They walked her through some of the typical scenarios she would run into, the most important for her being the honey pot. The honey pot is a classic espionage trap that uses sex, or the proof of sex, to entrap a victim. The usual follow up was blackmail but other ends could be obtained. Most of the time, she'd simply either be the bait in the trap or assist in putting bait in the trap, it was explained, so she didn't need to worry about the follow up. That was fine with Brittany.
On her last day of the initial training she met with her grey-haired boss, Rocker. His hair was loose today, and not in a ponytail. The hair on the shoulders of the dark shirt and the well-trimmed beard could have given him a old hippy vibe. Instead, Rocker came across more of a wise entrepreneur -- a Richard Branson type.
"Well, my dear. Your first round of training is finished. How did it go?" He asked from behind his clean desk.
"It was...umm...fun. Interesting, you know? I'm looking forward to using -- to earning my money."
"Perfect." Rocker said. He sat up and leaned his arms on his desk. "Perfect, because we have a job for you. Two, in fact."
"Well..." Rocker looked up and tilted his head back and forth as if considering. "Yes...two of them." He decided.
"The first is simple and quick. The second is a little more involved...and will take more time."
Brittany sat up, intrigued and excited.
Rocker slid a folder across his desk. "The first job is a simple escort job that you may find useful. Henry works here in town and occasionally prefers to stay here and not deal with the commute. Other times he has to meet with some senator or congress man or similar. In those cases, he prefers not to eat alone. He enjoys intelligent company. Intelligent, attractive company...He cannot afford to be seen with standard 'escort" service girls or worse...Reputation, you know."
"This Friday, you will accompany him to dinner and then you will...entertain him."
Brittany scanned the document. The photo showed a man, probably fifty or sixty, in okay shape, vaguely handsome.
"Why did you say I would find it...useful?"
Rocker shook his head in mock disapproval. "What did Meeker teach you this week? What is the first thing you must always do?"
"Read the dossier thoroughly..." she answered, smiling sheepishly. "But I did... I mean, there's not much here..."
"Yes, my dear. Thoroughly. Look and understand everything. What does Henry do?"
"He's dean of admissions at - ohhh...shit... I mean, wow" Brittany corrected herself, having learned that Rocker preferred her to use better language.
"Yes, do you see?"
Brittany saw that this man was dean of admissions at her first-choice law school. A law school she couldn't afford. The fourth most selective law school in the nation and certainly the best law school outside of New England and New York.
Henry occasionally comes into town here to meet with politicians. He's very well respected, you know. He has employed us discretely before.
"So I can fuh - seduce him and then...and then we can use that against him?"
Rocker's brow furrowed. "No. No my dear. Henry is our client and is paying for our services. You show him a nice time. He will probably take you to dinner in a nice establishment. What happens afterward is left to your discretion. Get on his good side somehow and have him help you...I will be disappointed in you if you cannot obtain his assistance."
"Sometimes Henry likes to...pretend a bit. He used to teach -- in fact I believe he still may have a class or two..."
Rocker waved his hand in the air and shook his head. "No matter. The point is that he is far too smart to get involved with his students. That doesn't mean he can't fantasize about...involvement. And he is somewhat...verbal" Rocker smiled and tilted his head.
"Oh." Brittany thought for a moment. "Okay. I get it."
Rocker clapped his hands. "Good. Now. The second job...It's more complicated. More delicate." He slid another file across to her and then, changed his mind and pulled it back.
"Ahhh...y'know, let's just...When you successfully finish the first, we can discuss the second. Yes." Rocker said decisively. "Complete this first assignment. It's easy -- just an escort. Obtain your own goals...Then we'll see about this."
Brittany looked hurt. Rocker smiled, not buying it. "Awwww. You look so innocent when you're...hurt."
He tapped the file in front of him and sat up straight. The meeting was over. "You make Henry happy. Get him to help you. Then we'll talk about this." Rocker tapped the file.
When the day of the appointment arrived, Brittany was prepared. Physically, she was showered, waxed, and perfumed. She originally thought about wearing a fancy dress -something to be worn in a nice restaurant. But, after seeing herself in the mirror, she thought she looked great. But, at the same time, it looked wrong. She didn't want to dress like a fancy escort. Apparently, this Dr. Jacobs liked young students. She would dress as a student.
Dressing like a student wasn't hard - after all, she was a student. But, she wanted the right outfit. Something to get his imagination going but that would be appropriate if they went somewhere to eat.
She settled on a skirt -- not too short but not long either, a tight vee-neck tee-shirt, She chose an open top push up bra. This basically just held her large breasts up freeing the nipples and top of her breasts. The cotton of the tee shirt would cause her nipples to harden, she knew. She chose her low-top white vans tennis shoes. She though it gave her a younger look; a more girlish look. She wore light blue small cotton panties. Comfy and cute. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail and looked in the mirror. Something was missing. What? She rummaged through the draw and pulled out a pair of old glasses. They were cosmetic and she wore them occasionally for "the look". She put them on and smiled. Perfect. She picked up her purse. Then she reconsidered and dropped it. She filled her backpack instead and then threw it over her shoulder and left.
Brittany took a cab to the address provided. It was a very fancy hotel downtown. As she walked in the door she caught the concierge literally do a doubletake when he spotted her walking in. He was a reasonably handsome black man in good shape. He looked at her from her tennis shoes to her face and then back down stopping at her breasts. She smiled at him and he pretended to look down at his monitor, embarrassed at having been caught.
"Please ring Mr. Jacobs room and tell him Brittany is here. I'm a student of his." She said flashing her best smile.
Trying to keep his eyes on hers and away from her cleavage, he smiled as if understanding. "A student...of course." He picked up his phone and dialed.
"Mr. Jacobs, Ms. Brittany is here. She said she's a student of yours...Ms Brittany? A student...Yes...Of yours." He looked at her questioningly.
Brittany whispered "Ms. Brittany Fallox. He's expecting me..."
"Ms. Brittany Fallox? She says you're expecting her."
