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“Oh Darling, you need to stop worrying so much. It’s all going to go swimmingly I promise.”
“Penny, I’m your handler, it’s my job to worry.”
The beautiful girl laughed, but not in a maliciously. She always got like this when she didn’t get her own way.
“Peter, come on,” she argued in perfect English accent. “You know I used to be a man. I can handle myself… I’ve been in far direr straights I can assure you.”
“That’s what I’m worried about Penny. This whole superspy thing, you’re getting too complacent, you’re getting too confident. You’re not preparing, you’re going to miss something… And then…”
“Then…?” she grinned.
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“Listen, Petey, darling, all I’m doing it going undercover. Not with the mafia, nothing like that, it’s going to be bloody ballet class or something. There is absolutely nothing for you to worry about.”
“I hope so Penny, for your sakes.”
A week later she had been dropped into Knightsbridge, London, out of the back of a bespoke limousine. She had entered the spying game three years previously, as a man by the name of Andrew Clemens. She had fit the bill perfectly for an experimental gene programme, hastened by some efforts in the private sector, which meant they could create people that had effectively no past. While the average spy had thousands of previous acquaintances, school chums, and the like to worry about, Penny Powers did not. She was a girl, alone, and that was the way she was starting to like it.
She was still Andrew on the inside, despite her polished and proper appearance. There were new feelings, some she could barely hold back, barely control, but Andrew managed to keep them on leash. Becoming a girl meant carrying some extra baggage, and while Andrew was not gay, he was now completely and utterly attracted to men. Penny was anyway. Though she had not yet indulged, it was only a matter of time.
Infiltrating the Russian gang was going to be a pushover, she looked the part, acted the part, there couldn’t be any problems whatsoever. Only, when she opened the doors to the studio, expecting to find a busy dance class underway, the place was empty. She double checked the address, finding it to be the one she’d been given by head office. Strange. Very strange. She clutched her purse a little tighter, there was a Walther PPK handgun in there, but she hadn’t the heart to get it out yet. She’d never needed it before.
Moving past the abandoned reception area, she opened the doors to the actual dance floor. A wide open, and very empty, space. The air was cold, as if there hadn’t been anyone there for quite some time. There were sounds coming from further inside the building. Her heart was pumping as she continued her exploration.
Past the dance floor, a small corridor, and then into another studio, she crossed the entrance, before the doors slammed shut, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. The lights came on all at once, bright, accusing, and as Penny shivered with fright, a man stepped down from a flight of stairs. The man she had been sent to kill. Drago Jacovian, the Russian Bull. Six and a half feet of pure muscle, exorbitant wealth, and zero morals. To complicate things, he was handsome too.
“Penny Powers, so good to finally make acquaintance of you…” he laughed, taking his time walking over to her. She fumbled with the purse, but this was quickly removed by one of his massive hands. He stood close to her, so close she could feel his heat.
“Penny Powers? My name is…”
“Spare me your lies!”
He was treating this like a joke.
“I have operatives everywhere, and when an agency decides they’ve had enough of my existence. I lie in wait for their little rats to come crawling out of the woodwork. This time though, this time they have sent me a reward.”
He cupped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Too close.
“You are a vision of beauty, Penny Powers. We will make a fine collaboration.”
She whimpered, legs moving ever so slightly apart. She wanted him, she knew she did. But she shouldn’t. She had a job to do. Peter was right, she had been too confident. Now it was looking like she was fucked.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back. In a flash, he had scooped her up off the ground, removing any remaining chances of escape, and walked her into the back, as she watched him silently in the process. Her body was aflame, and she was hoping he would fuel the fire. He lay her down on a pristine bed, and continued to kiss her all over, removing her clothing slowly, as if to demonstrate his power over her. She loved every second, yielding at each turn. She had gone too long without indulging her urges, it was all coming at once, or she hoped it would.
Soon her was just as undressed, massive in every sense of the word. Before she had time to truly appreciate the gravity of the situation, he climbed atop the bed, and then atop her. Her brow furrowed in concentration and elation, as he pushed every thick inch of himself inside. She’d never experienced those heights before. For nearly a night they duelled each other, neither coming out on top completely, before they were completely spent.
“Penny Powers, come away with me. This life will do us no good, and I would have you dressed in the finest clothes, dine on the finest foods, and live a life of true luxury. Come away with me. This life is not for you, you have shown me that tonight. Come home.”
“I don’t know… I am worried that…”
He stopped her.
“Do not worry, never worry. Just feel. Feel where you would like to go. Feel your future, it is close by.”
She knew it was. Before they would fall asleep, she just had to have a few more moments with him. This time she climbed atop him, to his utter surprise.
“My dear, you have made a fine choice.”
Miles away, listening on the radio and realising he had lost her, Peter couldn’t help but let a tear out of his eye. He should have trusted her to make her own decisions. He should have known she had everything under control. He had lost her.
“Oh Drago!” she screamed. Complete ecstasy.
