Patty – Junior CIA Analyst

Patty scanned every face, head, and body to detect her mark. The state of undress made it harder to recognize people. Once naked or semi-naked women look so much more alike. Steam and wetness can make skins appear a decade younger. Patty continued on. The shower area was an open room with orange light and steam standing in the air. Naked women were soaping their bodies. Legs were both handed caressed with soap. Drowsy eyes starred blankly ahead as the hot water was running down their backs.

There was another locker row past the showers. Patty looked around the corner. It was mostly empty. There was only one middle aged curly haired woman. Patty quickly pulled her head back to avoid being detected. Running thrice into the same person would make her suspicious. So, she had to blend in, observe and wait for her mark to leave the locker room.

Patty withdrew to a bench, where she could see the exit of her mark's locker row. She slowly started undressing. She unfolded her blouse one button at a time. Her eyes glanced at all the different sized boobs. There were small boobs, silicon enhanced boobs, naturally big boobs that came with fat bodies. Black bodies looked different than Asian bodies. Her bra was out in the open. She started pulling down her pants to wiggle her thighs free. To stall for time, she carefully folded her clothing on top of the bench.

Finally, her mark left. She walked over in her underwear with a hair pin in hand and the duplicate panty. She wiggled the lock a little. The cheap spa lock opened within ten seconds. She carefully lifted the clothing to find the pair of panties without changing the arrangement. The clothing still felt warm from her body's mark having only shortly left it. It was eerie to hold the warm and moist panties in her hand. Out of curiosity, she smelled them for a moment. "Ugh, so rancid. What am I doing?" She placed the duplicate panty in its place. She locked up, swiftly dressed, and left.

"Good job," said Grenoble, while the SUV drove off.

Back in the office, Patty asked, "where is everyone?"

"Oh, they are sent out on errands around town. I got an errand for you as well. You have to re-stock a few safe houses. There is a delivery van in the back. Take it. Check for the expiration date of everything in the safe house. If it expires within three months, toss it, and replace it. It should be easy as pie. Here is the list of addresses."

Patty was happy to be on her own. She took a nice lunch break to eat a healthy sandwich. She liked driving the delivery van. She liked looking formal in her Yummy-For-You delivery service uniform. A couple people asked her for a menu. The agency had a fake menu with a fake web site that had such horrible customer reviews that nobody actually tried ordering anything.

It was fun to explore the safe houses. They were often studios or single bed rooms in a variety of buildings. Some were rundown joints on the Lower East Side. Others were noble apartments in door man buildings. Some were decorated tastefully. Others had only a queen sized mattress thrown on the floor. Patty added toilet paper and dry food that wouldn't expire until a year or two.

This one brownstone building on the far fringes of the West Village near the Hudson took her particular fancy. It looked cozy from the outside. On the inside, it had mahogany stained stairs that were worn dark from time. Age seemed to have made it more charming. The doors were a little heavier wood than the flimsy new buildings. There was no elevator, yet the stair case was wide. On the second floor was the safe house.

She could hear naughty sounds walking down the hallway. She paused for a moment to grasp the details of the sounds. A young woman was cooing in passion. The heartfelt moans had a visceral response on Patty. It was like her innards resonated to the erotic calls. She wondered, if they were having an illicit affair, because it was during work time. She wondered if the real woman would ever randomly come home from work early and walk in on them. She giggled a little for her cliché movie ideas.

She unlocked the door and started methodically going through the kitchen cabinets. She marked on a clip board how much coffee and rice mixes she needed to bring back from the van. Something fell over. There was the sound of a lamp falling on the wooden floor. It sounded like it was in the apartment.

The sound had jarred Patty. She realized that the moaning from the hallway was actually coming from the apartment. It wasn't that the walls were super thin. The sexual frolicking grunting noises were super close. Very quietly, Patty turned around. She quietly lifted the drawer with the knives to keep it from making sliding noises.

With a large chef knife, she tip toed along the wall towards the ajar living room door. Carefully keeping her balance, she got on her knees to peek in from a low angle. Peering eyes are less likely to be seen low.

There was a brown corduroy sofa. On top of it was lots of white naked skin. The firm butt of a young man rhythmically pushed in and out. One of his legs was half standing on the floor to get momentum. His head was dark brown and fluffy. A white, slightly chubby woman lay beneath him. Her body was raking against his body. Her mouth was ravaging his necks with bites, sucks, and kisses. Her well sized breasts were pressed flat between them.

He kissed her along the cheek and moved her face to the side to lick her ear. The woman roared at the intense sensation of having her ear licked. She opened her eyes and fully faced the ajar door and Patty. The woman was Sandy!

Sandy was misusing a safe house for personal purposes. That's grounds for dismissal from the agency. A yelp escaped Patty's throat. The couple looked at her. The young man asked with a dull voice: "Is that your roommate?" "Fuck," screamed Sandy with the deeply roused sexuality still in her voice.

Patty ran for the door. In her panic, she wanted to get out of this situation. She heard thick thuds of body's slamming on the wood floor behind her. Half way down the hallway, she heard the apartment door slam open again. Sandy was chasing her.

"Patty, wait. Let's talk about this."

Patty paused and turned around. Sandy stood in the open of the hallway stark naked. Her body was a little chubby. However, it made her seem only more sexual. Her hair was wildly tussled like from hours of love making. She had loved bites all over her neck and boobs. Cum was running outside of her pussy and down the side of her thighs. Sandy didn't care standing like this in the semi-public hallway. She only cared about getting Patty's attention.

"Patty, c'mon. Nobody has to know. There is no harm done. I'll have your back one day."

"No harm done? This could compromise the location. We shouldn't even talk in the hallway."

"So come back in."

Patty slowly followed back in. The young man was standing in the kitchen with an upstanding erection. He was completely comfortable being naked and showing off his mast. He had the beginning of muscle definition from a few months in the gym.

"Hey, so I could do you both. I am all riled up from you. Is your roommate up for it?"

Sandy hissed, "Get out. Show's over."

The young man left with his clothes in his hands. Sandy threw the door shut still naked.

"Hey, I'll have your back, if you shut up about this."

"I don't pull stands like these. I don't need a free pass for fucking up!"

"We really need to stick together. Do you want to be in a room alone with the Christian crusader Angela?"

"No, but I won't do something illegal to avoid it being so."

"Okay, I've got some information on why we really need to stick together. I walked in on our boss and overheard a phone conversation. I think that she is using us for freelance work. I heard her negotiate pay for some of the things that we did. The residential building phone reconnaissance and your bug planting are all part of some freelance operation."

"You are just making it up. You were taught to make stuff up to get out of tough spots."

Sandy leaned back on the couch. She was sitting there split naked with her beautifully full sized boobs. Her fleshy thighs were sprawled wide apart. She still had the sheen of sex sweat on her body.

"Why don't we drive back together, and you think it over on the way back?"

Sandy put her clothes back on. They locked the safe house. Patty riled herself up to snitch on Sandy on the drive back. She silently drove and formulated the words in her head, "caught having sex with a civilian in restricted access."

Patty turned off the engine in the back of the building. Sandy looked Patty straight in the eyes. "I am sorry to do this. However, while I got dressed, I got rid of all the evidence in the flat. It will be your word against mine. We will both end up on probation. Now, the ball is in your quarter. Tell and be put on probation, or I will watch your back for life."

They both walked silently up to the office. Patty's panty mark sat in Grenoble's chair.

"Patty and Sandy, finally you are back. I'd like you to meet Ros. She is my supervisor. She wanted to personally welcome you to the force. You won't see her again, because we are and a semi-independent operation of the CIA."

Ros shook hands with Sandy, "I saw your academy test scores. You really have to work hard to make it. This is an opportunity to make up for your weak performance in the academy. However, some graduates surprise us by being bad on tests and excellent in the field. I hope you are one of them."

Ros turned to Patty, "I believe we have met. You are a very nosy woman. You have to develop a little class and discretion. However, they have a sale next weekend at the store, everything is ten percent off. That's your chance to do a little shopping."

Patty smiled, "Thank you, ma'am."

Patty wondered why her boss had her spying on her boss's boss.

Ros replied, "Don't call me ma'am or miss Robertson. Just call me Ross."

Patty got this unreal feeling. Too many facts around her were compounding to a spy mystery. It was like a novel. This was real life. She had to stop her fantasies. The facts was that the phone record matched her boss's boss name. She had bugged her boss' boss. Sandy had claimed that her boss had used them for a rogue mission. The CIA manual called for the 'princess frog' procedure to be initiated. Doing so was big time stuff. There would be a tribunal. The director would be briefed. She would go into detention for months until the situation was settled.

Ros smiled at everyone to announce that she was leaving.

Patty hastily lurged forward to get a hold of Ros hand. She held Ros' hand in both her hands. That way her right pinky was completely covered from few. She started pulsing her message with the pinky onto Ros' hand: short-short-short-long (repeat) short-short-short-long. Ros looked straight into Patty's face with a dazed and stunned look. Patty repeated, short-short-short-long, with her gaze firmed planted into Ros' eyes.

Grenoble walked out Ros. Everyone but Patty relaxed their posture and sat down.

"Princess Frog" is a protocol to recover an agent, who has been bugged without giving away to the bug that the bug has been discovered. There is no way to talk without being heard by the bug. Some bugs have cameras built in. Visual signals can be give aways. The usual procedure for bugs is to simply enter the dead room. The dead room is completely shielded. Thus, the bugs can be retrieved and manipulated. However, if the bug placer is so high value that the bug needs to remain in place, the "Princess Frog" protocol is invoked.

Patty waited for five minutes. When Grenoble returned to the office, she picked up the bathroom key and left. Outside, Ros was waiting around the corner. Once Ros saw Patty, she started walking at a comfortable pace to make it easy for Patty to follow. She entered the subway. She took the A train downtown. Patty kept half a train wagon distance. Ros kept walking to the YMCA.

The reception desk woman recognized Patty, "there goes the crazy girl."

Patty went into the women's locker room. The locker room had only a few women in the afternoon. They were leisurely combing their hairs over sinks with white towels wrapped over their breasts and hanging down to their butts.

Ros was already naked next to the locker. Her body was trim from the CIA training, even though she was middle aged, she looked tough. She had muscle definition. Her thighs were shapely. Once Ros saw Patty, she walked into the steam room.

Patty quickly took her clothes off. She ripped the top over her head. She let her pants fall to the floor without the usual care to not let them touch the ground, so that she get her panties off faster. She had a slender body. The most notable thing about her was her vagina. Her vagina lips were dark brown. She was a white girl, yet her vagina lips had a dark pigmentation. It looks odd. She had been teased for it during Lacrosse practice in high school. She got over it. Guys got especially aroused by it.

Because she didn't have a towel, she stepped into the steam room split naked. Even though, she was in a locker room, she felt exposed, naked, and judged among the other women without a cover up. Two other women were in the steam room. Ros was under the shower with cold water in the center of the steam room. People could use the central shower to cool down. Ros was using it to drown any bugs potentially planted in her hair or otherwise on her body.

Patty followed the example. The cold water made her jump a little and firmed her nipples. Thick streams of water ran down her face and quickly soaked her hair. The other two women were barely visible in the thick steam standing in the air. A timed release erupted to blow more steam into the room. A white out ensued.

Ros came close up to Patty and opened her mouth as a signal for Patty to open her mouth. Ros' finger went so swiftly inside Patty's mouth that she couldn't protest in time. There was a sharp taste to the fingers. The fingers swiftly swirled under her tongue and cleaned in between her cheeks and teeth. Patty felt violated, yet endured the oral bug sweep from the senior officer.

Ros signaled Patty to do the same to her. Ros patiently like a cow offering its udders for milking waited for Patty to put her fingers in her mouth. Patty hesitated. She gingerly touched Ros' soft and quivering tongue. She felt the smoothness of Ross' teeth. She felt the saliva pockets in the cheeks. Ros was unsatisfied and checked her own mouth.

Satisfied, Ros rough handled Patty's head. Ros turned Patty's head to look into Patty's ear and up her nose. Ros closed Patty's mouth with a flat hand to force Patty to breath through the nose. Satisfied that nothing plugged it, Ros presented herself to be inspected. Patty gingerly and uncomfortable about probing her superior's superior's intimate space checked the head orifices.

Ros sighed and got on her knees with her face right in front of Patty's vagina. She slapped the inside of Patty's thigh's impatiently. Patty stepped apart shocked at the corporal order. Ros spit on her index and middle finger. Then, Ros swiped her fingers across Patty's entire slit. Patty instinctively reacted by pushing Ros away with her hands. Ros grabbed one of those hands instantly trained like a commando unit, swiveled the arm around, and used her chest to push Patty forward.

Patty found her chest pressed hard against the blond wooden bench. Her hand was twisted behind her back and made it impossible to move. Ross's fingers were fingering Patty deep inside her vagina.

The women that had previously been in the steam room had realized through the veil of the steam and the sounds enough to realize that there was some physical action going on that looked like lesbians getting it on. Both of them walked out together, "You are disgusting. You can fuck all you want at home. But, don't make bystanders be part of it."

Satisfied that Patty's pussy was bug free, Ros presented her own genitals. Patty was still on her knees chest down on the bench. She half turned around to see that she was expected to do a vaginal exam. She froze at the prospect. Ros grabbed Patty's hand. She spat a thick white one on Patty's fingers and crammed the digits deep into her vagina. Patty's fingers were small and slender in comparison to Ros. Whereas, Ros' fingers had fully filled Patty's young vagina. Patty's fingers were a young, little tease for Ros' vagina.

"You realize that you invoked protocol 'Princess Frog.'"

"Yes."

"You better have more to tell than a single word for getting your fingers inside of my vagina."

"I bugged you."

"Why on earth would you bug a CIA agent?"

"I-I was ordered by Grenoble. I didn't know that you were CIA."

"You are not supposed to bug anybody. You are supposed to do mundane intelligence work."

"I also went through your trash and got your phone records."

"You did what? And, Grenoble ordered you as well?"

"Yes."

"You are going to end up in a black prison in Afghanistan."

Patty told the whole story and all her observations, spare the part with Sandy.

"Patty, I have given you a hard time. You did fairly well. Although, you were misguided by your supervisor. I will let you in on a secret. We suspect that Grenoble is a double agent. That's why we gave her a semi-clandestine team of rookies. We wanted to get her away from access to CIA information. I want you to go back to Grenoble and pretend that nothing happened. Tomorrow morning, a handler will contact you. You will be our inside spy on Grenoble's team. Are you up for it?"

"Okay."

"Then, go. I have to attend to business.

Patty was left naked and alone in the steam room. The steam had started dissipating. Her face was glowing from the wet heat. A JAP (Jewish American Princess) walked in the steam room and set down with a coquette movement. Patty left the steam room dazed on what to do. She showered her body. Soap suds streamed down her slender naked body and pooled in a swirl near the drain.

She used one of the towels from the tray. She got dressed again. Her quickly tossed pile of clothes was still on the bench. It felt a little uncomfortable to get into already worn clothes with a clean body. She still felt Ros' poking finger inside of her vagina. It was a weird mix of sexual arousal and violation. Any touch down there triggered deeply hard wired feelings of arousal. Yet, the probing nature made her feel bad about it. She felt bad about having had sexual feelings for being touched.

When she showed up at the office, two hours later at least, Grenoble welcomed Patty with an admonishing look. "Where have you been? (rhetorical pause) It doesn't matter. You've been called on a mission. I don't know how it happened. However, Ros specifically asked to put you on a live mission. It's nothing spectacular. However, it is a live mission. I don't understand what she sees in you."

"A live mission?"

"Yes, a live mission. And, you have to get on the way now. Angela will take you. She will brief you on the way."

Next thing, Angela pressed two bulky black cases into Patty's hands, one each. They took off in a fast pace down the stairs with four bulky black boxes in total. In the street, Angela got in the driver seat of a black SUV. The SUV deeply dipped and bounced under Angela's inexperienced control.

"Wow, Patty, we are going on a mission against a big time Serbian sex trafficker. He brings a ton of girls from Eastern Europe into America. This is part of the long arc research. He ordered a girl from an escort. You are that girl!"

"I am not going to fuck some pervert sex trafficker!"

"No, no, it's a legit escort for company only. There is no sex. You are meeting him at a bar. You are simply to play his acquaintance and chat nicely. Some men don't want to be lonely. Some men want to show off a trophy girl. Some men need a girl to host business guests. You simply spent a few hours with him, while you wear a wire. I will be outside and record everything."