Art Heist

Rule number three was about confidentiality. Its purpose was to protect Agents from losing their cover through careless contact. If Mirella ever met other Agents in public, under no circumstances was she to approach them like old friends or even casual acquaintances, as this could jeopardize the assignment those Agents might be working on. She was to request permission to approach by imperceptibly raising the middle finger of her right hand. If appropriate, the Agent would give permission by exactly the same movement with his or her left hand.

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Mirella was a fast learner and once she had mastered something, she wouldn't forget it again. Very soon she was able to pick a lock, any lock, within seconds. She also became an expert in opening safes. Not by force, by memory. All that was required was that she be in the same room when the owner opened the safe and she would be able to recreate the exact position of each wheel of the combination lock which opened the safe. To say that she had a photographic memory would be missing half the point. She was able to record the exact sequence of noises, the number of clicks of each wheel, even if she wasn't able to see the safe being opened.

The purpose of acquiring these skills was not to steal; hardly ever did an Agent remove anything from an office, apartment or safe. The only thing they took were pictures of documents, using high definition digital cameras which allowed them to produce exact copies of these documents for their sponsors. Sometimes, they would leave something behind: listening devices which they hid inside flower pots, stuck underneath tables or desk drawers or installed inside the telephone receiver.

The tapping of fixed-line phones, however, became less and less important. Most informants were using their mobile phones for confidential communication, not knowing that this would leave them just as open to a professional investigator's efforts. In fact, some of Mirella's colleagues were of the opinion that mobile phones, along with e-mail, were the best thing that ever happened to the profession. Mirella soon learned how to listen into a mobile phone conversation by training a high-precision microphone in the direction of the informant. The systematic monitoring of phone lines and e-mail traffic was being looked after by a specialized department.

One of the training sessions was about 'sleeping with the enemy'. The sex theme had been present all along - the main reason why the informants could be trapped so easily was that they hoped they might get to fuck her. Some female Agents considered having sex without compromise, knowing they probably would never meet the guy again, as one of the benefits of the job and wouldn't think twice about going to bed with the informant, even if it wasn't strictly necessary. Others tried to avoid it and only saw it as a last recourse for achieving their goal. Mirella made it clear that she belonged into the latter category.

But, Jim Jr. explained, in all cases it was important to keep the informant in a positive frame of mind. He should never have any reason to doubt that he was living up to expectations. It had to be clear that it had been fantastic, that *he* had been fantastic. He should feel that he still had it in him to satisfy a woman, even the most demanding one, many years his junior. That meant that the Agent had to put on a show about how much she was enjoying the sex and the key part of that show was to fake reaching an orgasm, even when the whole fuck didn't take more than a few minutes.

Mirella had never faked anything, let alone an orgasm. Jim Jr. told her to try it.

"What, here in front of everybody?"

"I'm not asking you to masturbate, to actually have an orgasm, just to play the role of a woman who's having sex and comes. You don't even have to take off your clothes if you don't want to."

She sat back on an easy chair and tried to remember what it had felt like when Rocky fucked her. Her attempt to re-enact the scene failed miserably. It just wasn't convincing. Jim Jr. suggested they'd film her while she experimented an orgasm and she would then use the tapes at home to train, acting exactly the way she did on that tape.

"So you finally found a reason to fuck me", she said to Jim Jr.

"No, Mirella, the orgasm will be induced by Agent Ann".

Agent Ann? A woman? How could a woman make her come? Or 'induce an orgasm' as they called it?

They set up a room with a bed, a number of cameras and some lighting equipment and told her to take off all her clothes and lie on the bed. One camera would film her face, another one would capture her upper body and a third camera, mounted above the bed, would take an overall shot of the whole scene and record the sound. Something about the situation reminded her of the time when she charged for letting the boys in the neighborhood watch her undress.

There were quite a few men around, busy setting up the cameras and checking the lighting. Some came quite close to her when they measured the intensity of the light on each part of her body. But for them, filming her didn't seem to be any different from filming the feeding habits of the humming bird or sunset over Ayers Rock. Nevertheless, Mirella couldn't help feeling aroused by the whole set-up. For her it was almost like acting in a porn movie.

When everything was ready, Agent Ann entered the room. She was in her early thirties, of medium built and wore a track suit. She soon took off the top of her track suit when she realized how hot it was under the lights. Underneath she wore a skin-tight leotard which showed off her shapely figure. In this outfit she looked like a teacher of physical education or something of the kind. The way she examined Mirella's pussy reminded more of a gynecologist but her stern face which remained impassionate throughout was more like that of a prison warden. Agent Ann approached Mirella and told her to lie back and spread her legs. Mirella followed the order and realized that she was both a little frightened and excited.

When everything was set up Jim Jr. shouted jokingly 'Mirella's orgasm, first take' and they started filming. Agent Ann started to move her fingers up and down Mirella's pussy lips. Then she spread them a little and played with the little knob which had already started to harden. It felt so good, Mirella decided to relax and enjoy herself. She felt one finger being inserted inside her pussy. It stopped about half-way and performed little circular movements, rubbing gently against the walls of her vagina.

Mirella could feel waves of intense pleasure passing through her body. This felt so good, so good. It seemed to Mirella that her pussy, or more precisely the place where the finger was touching her, had become the centre of the universe, and from there wave after wave of cosmic energy was flowing to bring enormous pleasure to her and the rest of the world.

What Mirella didn't know was that Agent Ann was quite expertly stimulating Mirella's G-spot. Mirella was completely oblivious to all the fuss which the 'discovery' of this magic place in the female anatomy had caused. In fact, she probably didn't even know she had such a thing as a G-spot. But that did in no way diminish the pleasure she felt. Her breathing became heavier and then turned into a moan. She was worried that her excitement was rising too fast, that it would all be over too soon. When Agent Ann used her thumb to rub Mirella's clit without removing her finger from its position, Mirella climaxed.

Agent Ann, who could feel the spasms right where her hand was, continued stimulating Mirella's pussy, unperturbed. The single finger inside Mirella was soon replaced by two fingers and a little later a third joined the party, sending her to even higher realms of pleasure. Mirella went wild: her head thrashed from one side to the other, her hips bucked upwards to meet the caressing hand.

One cameraman shouted she should keep her head still as it was going off picture. Another one suggested she should fondle her breasts to add to the excitement. She followed their suggestions as best she could. Her pussy was soaking wet from the innumerous orgasms she had experienced, her breathing had turned into gasping for air, her moans had become a continuous wail. She pinched and rubbed her nipples and wondered how long this could continue. Not that she wanted it to stop. She was worried that she might pass out, but she didn't want to miss a second of this wonderful experience. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.

Then, suddenly, someone said, 'that's enough' and Agent Ann stopped. Jim Jr. gave the two women a round of applause and the other men joined in with exclamations of 'Wow!' and 'Yee-ha!' Agent Ann cleaned her hand which was coated with Mirella's juices on a tissue, put on her track suit top and left without saying a word to Mirella.

A little later, Mirella realized that the purpose of the exercise had been to record a 30-minute tape, regardless of the number of orgasms she would reach. She had been subjected to a solid half hour of stimulation, at least half of which had been one long continuous orgasm. She felt weak, hardly able to stand on her own legs when she got off the bed.

The film crew edited a fourth tape, where pictures of her face and upper body were placed as a smaller frame in the corner of the overhead shot. That way she could see herself writhing on the bed, listen to her moans and at the same time see a close-up of her face and her hands fondling her breasts. They handed her the finished tape along with the three originals. Jim Jr. told her to watch them and to practice acting exactly as on those tapes, but without any stimulation.

Mirella started watching the tapes the same evening and for some time this was all she did in her spare hours: watch herself writhing and moaning and having the time of her life. She even forgot about watching James Bond movies for a while. In the beginning she couldn't stop fingering herself while she watched, but she knew that wasn't the purpose of the exercise. She studied the expression on her face and tried to reproduce it in front of a mirror. It became easy when she thought about what Agent Ann had done to her pussy. But, try as she might, it never became a simple exercise in acting. She always felt the excitement rise between her legs and when she had completed her 'fake orgasm' her cunt was always soaking wet.

When she felt confident that she could do a credible impersonation of herself having an orgasm, she told Jim Jr. He organized a panel of 12 jurors, including 3 women - it seemed he had dragged them in from the street - and asked Mirella to perform her piece sitting on a chair facing them. Afterwards she had to leave the room so that the jury could reach its verdict in secret. Jim Jr. told her that she had scored 8 out of 10 which was good but indicated that her acting could still be improved. Some of the jurors had commented that she was overdoing it a little, they had never seen any woman in real life reacting that strongly to an orgasm. Little did they know about what Mirella felt when she experienced an orgasm for real.

Jim Jr. said, in order to practice and further improve her skill, he would call upon her whenever he felt like it to perform her fake orgasm. He would look at her and say 'Mirella! Orgasm!' and she would have to behave as if she was climaxing, no matter where they were and who else was present. There wasn't a training day when she didn't have to perform at least once.

Although her acting became something she did almost automatically, it was always accompanied with a wet pussy and thoughts of Agent Ann's fingers inside her and the wonderful sensation they had produced. One day, when she was strolling through Macy's, Mirella noticed Agent Ann. The simple fact of coming eye to eye with this woman made her pussy twitch.

Mirella made the secret sign to ask for permission to approach her but Agent Ann didn't react. Did that mean the request was denied or had Agent Ann simply not noticed Mirella? She decided to give it a second try and walked halfway around the department store to approach her from a different angle, watching all the time if there was anyone observing her or Agent Ann. When she stood face to face with Agent Ann she could see that she recognized her vaguely. Her request for permission to approach was granted and she told Agent Ann that she wanted to talk to her on a private matter. Agent Ann suggested that they meet in ten minutes in the restaurant on the top floor.

When Mirella asked, "Do you remember me?" Agent Ann said yes, but without much conviction.

"You finger-fucked me," she reminded her.

"You mean I induced on orgasm."

"Yeah, whatever. But not just one, a whole cartload of 'em. I just wanted to say it was wonderful. I dream of it all the time. I'm through with men, too, and thought maybe we could get together for some fun. What do you say?"

Agent Ann's face which had been expressing a certain amount of sympathy became hostile.

"Whatever gave you the idea that I'm through with men? What I did to you was part of my job. I'd do it again if there was a need for it, but I don't think that's the case. And, besides, don't you know that it's expressly forbidden for Agents to have intimate relationships with other Agents, and that includes trainees?"

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Agents Sue and Trish who were responsible for teaching Mirella everything about 'Approach' were the complete opposite of Agent Ann. Whereas Agent Ann was always stern-faced and severe, these two were friendly and constantly smiling. They seemed to enjoy Mirella's and each other's company. Both of them were slim, slightly athletic with small, firm breasts. As Mirella was going to spend a lot of time with the two, Jim Jr. delegated the fake orgasm training to them. It was like handing the remote control of the TV to a couple of kids! Before starting her training they had her perform her orgasm piece at least five times. They found it amazing how she could change so suddenly from an ordinary woman into this lewd creature consumed by lust. Agent Trish once made her 'come' while they were standing in line in a fast food restaurant. Agent Sue got her to 'climax' while they were out buying clothes for Mirella.

As Jim Jr. had already pointed out, 'Approach' didn't mean approaching the informant, but creating a situation where he could approach her. In simple words it meant getting the informant to chat her up and tell her everything she wanted to know without her ever appearing to take the initiative or asking specific questions. Most of her victims would be in the age bracket where they themselves had probably accepted that they were no longer able to pull an attractive sensual young thing like her. So they might get suspicious of her motives if she approached them and suggested an intimate get-together. She had to learn how to attract them into her net without letting on that she was even aware of their presence.

This meant that *her* presence had to be such that no man could possibly ignore her. And thus the informant would try to use any opportunity she would create to get to know her. Agent Sue would help Mirella work on her feminine presence while Agent Trish was going to tell her all she knew about the psychology of the middle-aged male.

Although Mirella was a very attractive young woman, she managed to hide her charms under fairly nondescript clothes. Her standard uniform seemed to consist of black skin-tight jeans which showed off her shapely bottom to best effect, an informal top and a black leather jacket. She only wore panties on certain days, saying that the jeans fit much better when there was nothing between them and her bare bottom, and she never wore a bra. The few dresses she still had from her time as a night club hostess were not up to the required standard.

Her whole wardrobe had to undergo a make-over. They took her shopping to some of the best stores in town to buy the sexiest clothes they could find. It was important to watch that fine line which separates a ravishing sex goddess from a vulgar slut, although someone with Mirella's looks could get away with things which might look tacky on a lesser mortal.

When Agent Sue suggested miniskirts or short dresses to show off her beautiful long legs, Mirella didn't like the idea. "Don't want no creep taking a peek at my cunt," she said, probably assuming that she would continue to go without panties. She preferred long dresses which covered her legs although she didn't mind if they were extremely low cut or left her back completely uncovered. Her tutors thought, quite rightly, that no man would be able to resist the large acreage of exposed alabaster skin. But her clothes didn't necessarily have to be revealing to make her look attractive. Depending on the location, other attires were more suitable. A simple pullover, chosen a couple of numbers smaller than required, could be a real stunner.

Mirella would use this effect some time later for an approach inside an airplane. She had flown to Dallas, Texas, just to catch the flight back to New York. She was the last passenger to join the first class section, wearing skin-tight pants and the already mentioned pullover. The young woman stretching to place her hand luggage into the overhead compartment was a sight for sore eyes. Only a snowman could remain cool faced with such a spectacle. It so happened that the gentleman over whose seat she had to bend several times to get a few items from her hand luggage was going to stay at the same hotel as Mirella. A long time before the plane approached JFK the two had agreed to share a taxi to the hotel and Mirella had accepted the stranger's invitation for dinner.

Although her tutors agreed that her breasts didn't need any support, they managed to convince Mirella that it may sometimes be a good idea to wear a bra, particularly when she wore one of the see-through blouses they bought for her. They also suggested a number of exercises to keep her breasts firm and in good shape. Agent Sue also bought her a selection of miniscule panties, both thongs and conventional models.

These panties required that she remove some more of her pubic hair, an activity which both of her tutors observed keenly and used as an opportunity for a few rounds of the 'Mirella! Orgasm!' game. It was then that they noticed from her moist pussy that her fake orgasm wasn't a complete fake. Agent Trish, who knew a lot about psychology, said something about Pavlov's dogs but Mirella didn't understand what this guy Pavlov and his dogs had to do with her wet cunt. But she understood that now her entire person, including the most intimate parts of her body had become part of her job.

They made her walk up and down in her new sexy underwear to make sure that she felt comfortable and behaved natural in it. Mirella had the feeling that they enjoyed watching her being naked or scantily dressed. She was also convinced that the two had something going between them. She even fantasized about the two in bed talking about what they would like to do to her. But after her experience with Agent Ann she didn't feel inclined to ask if she could join in.

Mirella liked her new look. She enjoyed it when the men tried to undress her with their eyes, when they stared at her, open-mouthed, clearly showing that they would give anything to fuck her. What pleased her most was the knowledge that they weren't going to get any. But she considered these fancy outfits her work clothes. In her spare time she continued to wear her favorite jeans and leather jacket although she gradually moved to more sexy tops.

Her tutors insisted that her sexy clothes were no guarantee that the informant would pluck up his courage and take the decisive step of talking to her. One way of overcoming any remaining resistance or shyness was the 'damsel in distress' strategy. No gentleman would refuse to help an attractive female in trouble; the men could even tell themselves that their willingness to help her had nothing to do with sexual intentions. This could simply mean asking a waiter, louder than necessary, for some information he couldn't possibly know and letting the gentleman on the next table offer his help.