Anastasia sat in the living room of the comfortable three-bedroom home in suburban Seattle that her handlers had acquired for her, glancing out the window at the blue sky. It was May and the rain had finally stopped. She took a sip of wine before turning back to her laptop and her new assignment.
She looked over the information file on her target. His name was Cody Fleming, and he was a software engineer for one of the many aerospace companies with defense contracts in the Seattle area. He had access to a special key that was inserted into his computer at work. When the key was inserted and the correct password was entered, it gave the user access to a massive amount of classified data on U.S. missile defense systems.
She looked through Cody's personal information. He was 37 years old, single, and shared a two-bedroom apartment with a roommate. Glancing at his picture, she saw that he was athletic-looking and kind of cute, not like the stereotypical software engineer. She smiled to herself. She might actually enjoy the flirting part of her assignment.
One of Anastasia's best assets as a secret agent and assassin was her looks, and she took pride in it. She was a very attractive woman, with long brown hair, green eyes, and an elegant, high-cheekboned, model-like face. Her body was slender, muscular, athletic, and feminine. By changing the way she dressed and the amount of makeup she wore, she could play anything from an ordinary girl who blended into the background to a total hottie who could seduce anyone. She could also use fashion and makeup changes to vary the appearance of her age. She was 32 years old, looked about 25 in her "normal" look, but could play anything from an 18-year-old high school girl to a 40-year-old soccer mom.
She went through her large collection of fake IDs, selecting one. "Lisa Applegate. That sounds good for my next alter ego. And I'll do the standard get hired as a temp routine." She quickly sent a message to her comrades at the temp agency with her new details. This well-established, well-respected local agency, through a hostile (and violent) takeover, was now under the control of Anastasia's handlers and allies. Just a few quick removals and replacements of some high-ranking people at the company, and it was theirs. The grunts and paper-pushers didn't suspect a thing. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, was all they thought. But for Ana and her comrades, what an asset it was for inserting agents into companies they needed to target.
She continued studying the information about Cody and the company he worked for. A short while later, she received a message from her friends at the temp agency. She was all set to start at the company on Monday morning.
Ana nodded to herself and downed the rest of her wine, planning out her weekend. She could spend the rest of her Friday night relaxing, maybe go out to a bar and pick up a guy for a one-night stand. Then tomorrow, she would do some recon at Cody's apartment. Her handlers had already gathered extensive information on him, but she always liked to see things for herself and gain as much extra intel as she could. Sunday would be a day of rest, and then on Monday her new assignment would officially begin.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Anastasia sat at the bar, sipping her strawberry margarita that a guy had bought for her. He was cute enough that she had considered him a prospect at first, but after talking with him for a couple of minutes, she'd decided he wasn't the type for what she wanted tonight. Too nice.
She continued to discreetly observe the people around her, searching for a suitable prospect, occasionally having to get rid of drunk douchebags and their crude pickup lines with stinging, witty comebacks. Finally, someone caught her eye. He was alone, a beer on the small table in front of him. When he glanced over in her direction, she gave him a quick wink. She smiled to herself as he made his way over to her.
He was tall and muscular, with semi-longish dark brown hair and the tanned skin of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors. What was most appealing about him, however, was the slight aura of danger around him. The aura of a guy who had been in many rough situations and always came out on top.
"Hey," he said in a confident but calm voice. "I'm Kevin."
"Nice to meet you, Kevin. I'm Lisa." Anastasia decided she may as well start using her new fake name now, get in character. They made small talk for a few minutes before she invited him to her place.
At her house, she led him into her bedroom, taking off her blouse as she walked, exposing her small firm breasts. Her perky 34B tits didn't require a bra.
"Right down to business. My kind of girl," said Kevin as he began removing his shirt.
Ana wiggled out of her pants and underwear. She had a slender but muscular fitness model's body with an hourglass figure and a nice, even golden brown tan, with no tan lines, her breasts as brown as the rest of her. Her dark pussy hair was neatly trimmed into a heart shape. "Yeah, well, I just want to get fucked tonight."
"Well, you're definitely going to be fucked, baby." Kevin, shirtless, moved closer to her, his powerful 6'3", 230-pound frame looking dominant and intimidating next to Anastasia's 5'6", 125-pound figure. She looked at his body appreciatively. His tan was as dark as hers, and his muscles were not those of a try-hard gym rat, but those of someone who was already naturally athletic and worked out to develop his body to its fullest potential.
She trailed her finger over his bulging biceps, then down his massive forearm with heavily developed muscles, enjoying the sheer contrast in size between his thick arm and her slender wrist. Moving her hand to his stomach, she felt the steel-like hardness of his six-pack abs. "Damn," she said out loud. She was definitely getting a ladyboner.
"Thanks. I get that a lot," he replied. His large hand moved over her flat stomach and nicely developed girl-six-pack. "You've got quite the impressive abs too. And tits." His hand moved upward, being almost big enough to cover both of her little boobs. Her pink nipples, already erect, became even pointier at his touch.
She smiled at him. "Let's finish getting you undressed." She unzipped his pants and helped him take them off, then watched as he removed his boxers, freeing his massive cock. Already fully erect, it was a genuine eight-incher. As she moved her hand down to touch it, she found that it was as thick as her feminine forearm. "Damn," she said again, louder this time.
He smirked. "Thanks. I get that a lot."
"Now show me what you can do with that thing." Ana spun around, her long brown hair whipping around behind her, and wiggled her round, medium-sized, muscular dancer's ass at him. She then showed off her gymnastic skills, performing a tumbling pass towards her bed, starting with a cartwheel and going into a pair of back handsprings. She finished her tumbling run with a high back tuck, landing neatly on the bed, and beckoned him with her finger.
"A gymnast. Nice, baby. That makes two of us." With that, Kevin suddenly executed a series of standing back handsprings towards her, finishing his tumbling series with a back layout and landing next to her on the bed. Ana felt her pussy tingle. It was rare to find a guy who could match her gymnastics skills.
"Impressive," she said. "That's all the foreplay I'll need. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard."
He pushed her down onto her back and mounted her. She grunted as she felt his weight and bulk on top of her. He penetrated her wet pussy with his massive cock. As the last of his eight inches entered her, she felt the pain from his size, the pain that she was craving tonight, the pain that gave her pleasure.
He began fucking her, playing with her small tits as he screwed her. She began moving her body in tempo with his, trying to match his thrusts. She closed her eyes, enjoying the ride. For just one night, she didn't have to be Anastasia the secret agent who always had to be in control because her life literally depended on it. Tonight, she could just be Lisa and lie back and get a nice hard fucking.
He was clearly experienced, she thought, as Kevin continued to pound her. This must be just an ordinary night for him. As it was for her...
