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Undercover Sister


Part 1 of 3: The Undercover Plot

I sat in my tiny office where I worked as a salesman for a home security company. My sister texted me and told me she was going to stop by in a few minutes. It was rare that she would ever give short notice for any type of visit. It was even more rare that she would even bother to visit me where I work. She had never been to my office before.

When she arrived, it didn't take long for her to find my office, and she came inside and closed the door. She looked ready to talk business. We greeted each other and she sat down, and I sat behind my desk.

Stephanie was dressed in a nice suit, since she was scheduled to appear on tv in a few hours. She worked for the local news station as an investigative reporter, which was her dream ever since she was young. Her ultimate goal was to work for a major news network.

"Nice place," she said, looking around my messy office.

"You think so?"

"I do. It's cozy here"

"I'm sure it's not up to your level of class & sophistication," I replied. "So what brings you here today? Need some security devices for your new house?"

"Not exactly. How about a favor instead?"


Stephanie paused for a moment. "I need a really big favor."

"I can't help if I don't know what you want. Just tell me already."

"I might be on the verge of a major scoop. I'm talking about something that would change my career, and it would change the political landscape of this entire state."

My interest was suddenly peaked. What I thought would be an informal visit from my sister was suddenly becoming something that was getting me excited.

"Oh yeah? What kind of scoop?" I asked.

"First, you have to promise not to mention this to anyone. This stays strictly within these walls, between the two of us."

"Of course. I promise."

Stephanie leaned forward. "I may have damning information about Mayor O'Mally."

My interest had reached a new level. O'Mally was the mayor of our great city. He's also a powerful political figure within the state. Most political pundits and commentators believe that O'Mally would likely become our governor within a few years, or maybe even our senator. It was well known that he had national ambitions.

"What kind of information?" I asked, also leaning forward.

"Apparently Mayor O'Mally is a participant in cult-like gatherings."

I leaned back in my chair, and my sister did the same. Suddenly my interest began to fade.

"You're telling me that the mayor is involved in a cult?" I asked skeptically.

"I didn't say that," Stephanie replied. "I said that he participates in 'cult-like' gatherings. There's a difference."

"It sounds the same to me."

She shook her head. "Just listen for a minute. I've been receiving information from an anonymous source regarding O'Mally. The mayor attends these masked gatherings of powerful people which involves sex with escorts and other unethical acts. The mayor also uses these gatherings to secretly discuss his shady political and business dealings where he enriches himself, and his allies. It's corruption at its finest."

"Oh, well good for him," I joked.

Stephanie shot back a stern look. "He's the mayor. These acts are blatantly illegal. They're unethical. He needs to be exposed for the fraud that he is, plain and simple."

"Fair enough. But how can you even confirm that these stories are true? The tips are anonymous right? Is that worth ruining the guy's reputation over? Are there any pictures at least?"

Stephanie reached in her purse and took out her phone. She showed me a grainy picture of what looked like the mayor. A second picture showed the man putting on a gold mask. The images were blurry, and I couldn't confirm it was the mayor.

"Are you sure that's him?" I asked. "Those pictures aren't the best quality."

"They're the best I have, in terms of pictures. The anonymous source also gave me a bunch of other evidence about the mayor which I was able to verify."

"So what do you plan on doing now? Are you going to do a story with those pictures you have? The news station is never going to allow it. That evidence is flimsy at best."

"I know," she acknowledged. "That's why I'm going to get more evidence so I can expose that corrupt bastard."

My eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind? He's the mayor. He's one of the most powerful politicians in the state. Going after the mayor like this is going to ruin your career."

"Not unless I can produce concrete evidence linking him to illegal activities and corruption. In order to do this story, I need incriminating evidence of the mayor on tape. That's the only way people are going to believe it."

My sister's visit suddenly made sense. She wanted something from me, and the place where I worked.

"I'm assuming that you want me to provide you with surveillance equipment," I said.

She nodded. "Exactly."

"Can't you get that kind of stuff at your news station?"

"Have you ever been to my news station? Take a look at the parking lot. There are O'Mally bumper stickers on almost every car. Nobody is going to help me. Besides, this is a major story which needs discretion. If anything leaks, O'Mally would beef up his security and I'll have no chance of getting the information I need."

"So, how do you plan on doing this?" I asked. "Assuming I give you the recording equipment."

"The next masked event is in two weeks. My source already gave me the password to enter the party. I plan on attending so that I can secretly record him."

I rubbed my hands through my hair. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was almost certain that my smart older sister had gone completely insane.

"Are you crazy Stephanie? Listen to yourself. You want to crash a secret cult-like party so you can get incriminating evidence against a powerful politician? Are you out of your mind?"

"Someone has to do this," she asserted. "You don't have a problem with a powerful politician conducting illegal backroom deals in which public land is going to be used to benefit wealthy individuals? Or what about tax payer funds being used to increase property value for O'Mally's allies? You're okay with a person like that being our next governor?"

My sister could be forceful at times, but I had never encountered anything like that before. She argued like a seasoned attorney, and I was impressed for a moment.

"Stephanie, think about this," I said in a more reserved tone. "Security will probably be ridiculously high at the event. Plus you're not exactly a secret agent. You're going to get caught."

"That won't happen. Security is extremely tight at the front gate, but once you give them the password, wearing a gold mask, they won't bother you for the rest of the night. They don't search you beyond that. The whole point of the gatherings is that powerful people can do whatever they want anonymously."

"Sounds doable I guess. But you might have legal troubles recording O'Mally having private conversations."

"I've already consulted with a lawyer who knows the state's privacy laws. Besides, I might not admit that I was the one who recorded it. I might just say it was sent to me anonymously."

I gave my sister a look which said, 'are you kidding me?' But I don't think she cared what I thought. She just wanted my help, not my opinion.

"Fine," I said, hoping that this conversation would finally be over. "I'll let you have whatever you need, but only this once. I still hope that you change your mind. This is a terrible idea."

"There's more," she replied "I need you to join me. I can't go alone."

I was taken aback for a moment. "You want me to join you? You're crazy if you think I'll ever step foot in a cult-like party, or whatever the hell they call it."

"I'll stick out like a sore thumb if I walk around by myself for the evening. It would look really suspicious. I need to blend in by having someone with me. Plus I need your help with the recording devices."

I knew it was pointless trying to change my sister's mind. She's the most persistent human being I've ever met in my life. Once she made a firm decision, that was it, her mind was set. All I could do at that point was to try and reason with her.

"Stephanie, I understand what..."

"Don't try to talk me out of this," she said sharply, cutting me off. "Mayor O'Mally is an extremely corrupt person, and he needs to be brought down. I'm sure you'll agree with me when I show you all the evidence I have so far."

I shrugged. "Do you really need me to go?"

"I want you to come with me. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Fine," I reluctantly agreed. "I'll do it."

"Thank you," Stephanie said in a heartfelt manner. "This means so much to me. Being able to break a story like this will do wonders for my career. I'll never forget this. Thank you."

She stood up, and we hugged after exchanging a few more words. Before she left my office, she gave me a big kiss on the cheek, followed by a loving expression in her eyes. It was her small attempt at gratitude before heading to work.

Part 2 of 3: The Plan in Motion

The next day. I was still frustrated with myself for not being able to convince my sister that her investigative plan was a horrible idea. Even worse, I allowed her to drag me into it.

I tried to talk her out if it when she visited my office again, but I didn't have a chance because she was in a hurry. She simply handed me a package and left before I could talk some sense into her. Knowing Stephanie, she probably left quickly on purpose so that I couldn't give a rebuttal. Some things never change.

When I had extra time at work, I opened the package and poured the pile of documents & pictures onto my desk. My sister had left written notes on each document to explain everything. She had also drawn a chart which detailed how all of the documents were connected to each other

After spending nearly an hour reviewing everything, I finally saw the big picture. Mayor O'Mally was definitely a corrupt figure if all the documents were authentic. There were bank receipts from different political figures which matched the payments made by prominent business men. There were newspaper articles which reported current land development deals, and there were secret documents which showed what was really going on behind the scenes. The local political system was corrupt and it was designed to enrich a small group of connected people.

At the bottom of the pile, there was a hand written note from my sister:

If you're reading this letter, that means you took the time to go through all the documents. Thanks for reading it. I've spent the past few months trying to verify everything, and it's legit. I hope my notes and diagram were helpful in understanding this. I know it's complicated.

I completely understand if you don't want any part of this. I realized that I was putting a lot of pressure on you. Don't worry, I can try to find someone else. If you're interested, send me an email. If not, then don't bother to reply.

Stephanie Your loving older sister

My sister was good at this sort of thing. Really good. Her letter was designed to make me feel bad. The guilt trip she was attempting to put me through was already starting to work. If I refused, I would be the horrible younger brother who didn't want to protect his older sister. I was boxed in. All roads led to saying yes.

The evidence against the mayor was also very damning. He was corrupt, and there was no doubt about it.

I opened my email and sent a simple message to my sister:

I'll do it. You owe me.

Once the message was sent, I took a massive breath and put my head down on the table. Things were going to get crazy. My sister's persistence could potentially get me in a world of trouble. Was it worth it? I wasn't sure.


Days later. I went to my sister's house early on a Saturday morning with a box of recording & surveillance equipment. After a few knocks on her door, she answered wearing a large tshirt and sweat pants. She wasn't wearing any make-up, and her hair was a slight mess. It was weird seeing her so casual. I had become accustomed to seeing her look professional at all times. I thought she looked really pretty with a casual look.

"Thanks for coming," she smiled. "And thanks for bringing all this stuff."

"Don't mention it," I replied. "I brought the smaller devices, just like you asked."

I took off my shoes and put the box inside of her living room, while she closed the front door. My eyes wandered her living room, which looked like a mini-police department. There was a board with pictures and documents posted on it. There were papers spread across her carpet. She was taking the investigation seriously. Her living room looked like an office of a detective.

"Want some coffee or breakfast?" she asked. "I've got plenty of food."

"I'm fine. I didn't realize that you were putting so much work into this."

We stood side by side while I continued looking around.

"It's part of investigative journalism. It's hard work. Exposing government corruption has always been my main drive."

"I thought being on tv was your main drive," I joked.

She smiled, "That too."

"But seriously, it looks like you've got everything worked out. Those documents you gave me were really something. And now your house looks like a police station with all this stuff around."

"If you're going after powerful figures, then you better know your shit," my sister said bluntly.

"O'Mally has some of the best lawyers in the state, so I have to make sure my reporting is air tight. There's no room for errors."

"Finally, something we agree on."

"I've already given small hints to my boss about this story."

"Really? What did he say?"

"He said that if the evidence is strong, and my information is credible, then I'll be featured on the evening news for several nights. It'll be a multi part investigative piece at the top of the hour. It's going to be big."

"That sounds impressive," I replied. "Are you ready for all the attention and scrutiny you're going to receive after? This news is going to go statewide, maybe even national."

"It's definitely going to be a national news story once it gets reported."

"Are you ready for that?"

She thought for a moment. "Maybe. I'm not sure to be honest."

"Then maybe you should reconsider this. Steph, a story like this is life changing."

"I have to do this," she replied. "Someone needs to break this story. Why not me?"

"Speaking of which, do you have a plan? A specific plan I mean. Something like this isn't going to be easy. A guy like O'Mally has a pretty strong entourage at all times."

"Take a look over there."

Stephanie pointed to the board. There were a few maps. There were also a few layouts of a building. My sister had done her research on everything.

"I'm assuming that's where the gathering is going to happen," I said.

"Exactly. My source has told me which room O'Mally is going to conduct his meeting. I also know the exact time of the meeting. All we have to do is plant a recording device in that room before O'Mally gets there. Then I'll have all the evidence I need."

"That doesn't sound dangerous at all."

"Don't be sarcastic," she replied in her sisterly voice. "My source has been to these gatherings over a dozen times. We're not going to get caught. I promise."

"And if we do get caught?" I asked. "What happens then?"

"They'll probably just throw us out. What else are they going to do?"

"I can think of a lot of things."

Stephanie gave me her older sister look. "O'Mally is a lot of terrible things, but he's not a murderer, if that's what you're afraid of. Besides, crashing a party isn't illegal."

"Let's just hope we don't get caught red handed with any equipment."

"That's something I wanted to talk to you about," she replied with a more reserved tone.

It was the kind of tone that almost made me nervous. Knowing Stephanie, she had more unexpected surprises up her sleeve.

"What's the problem?"

"There are strict guidelines to attend the gathering. Basically we won't be able to bring any of the larger devices because electronic items aren't allowed. They have to be left by the entrance."

"Then how are you supposed to record their secret conversations? By memorizing it?"

She gave me a mean look. "No. We're going to sneak in a small recording device. The smallest one you have."

"But won't they have metal detectors?" I asked.

"They won't. After you give them the password, they pat you down. That's it. No cell phones, electronics items, or recording devices are allowed."

"Well, then that eliminates most of the stuff I brought."

Stephanie reached inside of the box of equipment I brought and pulled out a small wire.

"This is a recording wire isn't it?" she asked, holding it up. "It's the kind that the police use right?"

"It is. It's probably the only thing we can sneak in."

"Does it work well?"

"It does," I replied. "The audio quality for that thing is great. It's the latest technology when it comes to secretly recording people."

"Have you ever put it on a person before? You know, the way that the police put wires on people."

"No. I've never done anything like that before."

Without a hint of warning, Stephanie pulled off her tshirt and revealed her upper body to me. She was wearing a white bra, and it was the first time that I had ever seen so much of her skin. It caught me completely off guard.

"We'll have to find a way to hide it here," she said, pointing to her bra.

"Jeez, Steph, a little warning next time?"

"What's the matter? You've never seen a pair of tits before?" she asked playfully.

"Not yours. It's inappropriate."

"Grow up," she smiled, while handing me the wire. "And figure out a way to hide this wire inside my bra."

I took the wire and awkwardly came close to her body. She looked straight ahead, and avoided eye contact with me. It was the first time I had ever seen her partially bare body so up close before. Her skin looked incredibly soft and smooth. I wondered how much lotion she used everyday. Her body was toned since she was a fitness fanatic.

The only way of concealing the wire inside of her bra, in an accessible way, was by wrapping the wire in front of her bra. I gently pulled the front of my sister's bra in order to wrap the wire around. I tried not to be intrusive about it, since it was my sister, but there was no other way. I wasn't an expert on hiding wires in a woman's bra. It was a learning experience for me.

When I pulled her bra further to wrap the wire around, I caught a slight glimpse of her pink nipple for the very first time in my life. It was arousing to see, even though she was my older sister. I needed to pull further, and I saw a little more of her pink nipple. I finished wrapping the wire quickly, and then I let go of the bra and took a big step back.

"There," I said. "It's done. Security probably won't find it unless they do a strict pat down, or if they use a metal detector."

"Get a good look?"


"Never mind," she said with a faint smile. "This should do. Is the wire hard to activate?"

"No. It's simple. Just twist the microphone and it should record. I'll teach you the technical details later."

Stephanie walked over to a full length mirror next to her front door. She examined herself in her bra, with the wire hidden in her chest.

Her sweat pants were tight and I got a nice look at her rear end. She looked really sexy as she modeled herself in the mirror. I almost felt embarrassed for admiring her beauty.

"Looks good," she said, turning towards me. "I can barely notice it. This should get us past security without a problem."

"And what about recording O'Mally? Are you sure you'll be able to get evidence against him without getting caught in the process?"

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