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"Damn you guys," I managed to curse while gasping for air. The abrupt transition from the Autopilot-mode into full-control of Kimberly's persona had left me fully disoriented and suffocated. My eyes watered and I felt some kind of brain freeze strumming my head. Meanwhile, my two seniors just laughed their asses off at the living room. Virginia Mendez was still topless, sitting in one of the couch of the living room. Her ample tan breasts jiggled as she roared with her raspy voice. On the floor near her, A bodysuit which included a false torso, muscles and other disguise paraphernalia - sprawled all over. Those are all the gear she used to perfect her impersonation as Bruce Goldman. Apparently she also took off her upper bodysuit in order to scare me with her "grand reveal". The mask which gave him the face of Bruce Goldman was still in her hand. At the other side of the room, Ronnie Cho stood leaning at the wall and bent his sexy feminine figure, trying to stop laughing. His smoking body was in contrast with his bald, clean-shaved Asian face. He was laughing in his real voice, with his monotonous giggle. As I was going to cuss again, I soon realized that my voice was also out of character. My voice register fell between my real voice and Kimberly's. "It's not funny," I said. "Aww, come on, darling," Mendez replied. Her fingers twirled the small curly strands of her mane. Her laughter was reduced into short chuckles. "It's just a joke." Virginia Mendez looked stunning despite her senior age. She had this delicate, sharp but innocent face which famed her dark and deep latina eyes. A button nose and thin lips adorned her smooth bronze facial skin. Even though in this mission I was working closely with her as father and daughter, I rarely saw her real face. In fact, she was so elusive that it was said that no more than 15 people in the agency know how she looked like. She was quite strict in her impersonation, choosing to wear her disguise and stay in character as often as possible. Apparently, she didn't like to switch around characters. Her style was quite different than Ronnie's, who tended to drop the disguise when he was alone or around his teammates. Nobody really knew how old Virginia Mendez was. Sure, she looked she was in her mid 40s. But with a slight touch of makeup she could easily pass as a freshman in her early 20s. Rumors had it that as one of the earliest disguise agent, she had taken part in some experiments in disguise technology which involved a lot of drugs and chemicals. These rumors led into several "urban legend" about Virginia Mendez. One ridiculous version mentioned that Virginia Mendez actually didn't exist - at least, not physically. The real Virginia Mendez was already dead after a failed experiment destroyed her body. But somehow, the researchers managed to keep her "soul" intact and transferred it into another host. Since then, Virginia Mendez lived through a series of stolen bodies while keeping her job as a disguise agent. A silly story indeed, but it was just one of numerous versions many people heard about her. "You know what they say, Grasshopper," Ronnie Cho's voice snapped my thought back into reality. Somebody has to take one for the team." I tried to smile but what I could felt in my face was only a smirk full with contempt to my seniors. I looked at Ronnie Cho who was still leaning against the wall. He had stopped laughing and now back to his quiet and monotonous personality. Then, he started to reapply the mask of Miranda Goldman on his face. First, he smoothed the mask's blonde hair and in one swift motion he skillfully attached the mask on his shaven head. His fingers snaked into the neck part of the mask, creating more room for his head to sneak in. "Okay. Fun time's over. Kids," Mendez stood up and started to collect her stuffs from the floor. "We got work to do. Let's take fifteen minutes for preparation. We meet again in the basement." After saying that, she went inside Bruce Goldman's room. I was still looked at her way when I heard a matronly tone from the other side of the room. "Now,now. Kimberly," Ronnie Cho had activated his alter ego as Miranda Goldman, which means, I had to do likewise. "What, Mom?" I uttered my Kimberly's voice feature: chirpy, cheerful and full of liveliness. A glow of excitement rose inside my chest even before I even finished my sentence. It was very relieving that I was the one now who had full control of my impersonation. "Put your clothes on first, darling," 'mom' tilted her head. "Okay," my Kimberly's voice replied. I started putting my dress on. She let a faint smile. I noticed an odd wrinkle on my faux-mom's left cheek. "Umm... Mom," I tapped my left cheek. "Your cheek, it has wrinkles. Really freaky." "What? Ooops!" Miranda's hand flew to "his" cheek, and as she touched and felt the wrinkles, she knew that she hadn't put the mask correctly. "Thanks, Kimberly." Then, she sauntered to her room, passing through the family room and dining table and joining her "husband". I went back to the toilet and tried to fix my appearance. Returning once again to the front of the mirror and fully conscious now, I rubbed my facial skin slowly, tracing the surface. I was worried that the commotion a couple minutes ago had ruined my Kimberly mask. A brief skim over my stolen face confirmed that there was nothing to worry about. My face was still flawless. As usual, I tried several expressions, ranging from cute, angry and fear to test the flexibility of my face and I was satisfied. I was still looked like Kimberly Goldman. And to make it perfect, I had to act as her accordingly and flawlessly. I opened the shopping bags, took the black dress out and start dressing up. This V-neck would certainly accentuate Kimberly's blossoming globes. I had to be careful to not exposing any flaw in my false breasts. The white ruffle skirt would certainly hide anything un-female in my crotch. If I had my own Kimberly bodysuit, I wouldn't have to worry so much. But when I got the chance to utilize a full bodysuit? As I got ready, I wondered about the next mission we're going to undertake. I already spent the whole afternoon doing assignments in the mall, being not only as Kimberly Goldman but also as Samantha Hoist. I had fooled everybody in the mall and even managed to gain some intel about the secret organization called the Summit. It'd been a long, tiring day. And it's not over yet. I was looking forward to it. *** The basement of the Goldman's appeared like typical family basement found anywhere. Dim, wide, full of unused stuffs. Books and racks of tools were scattered around, creating a chaotic impression. As I descended into the basement, I saw Mendez sitting in the middle of the room, in front of a laptop. She was typing rapidly on the keyboard. She already ready dressed up and looked sharp in her black tuxedo. She hadn't put her mask on, keeping her pretty latina face instead of Bruce's. It appeared that she had the Bruce's bodysuit on. Her mannerisms and body languages matched his. "Where's Ron?`" I said, keeping my Kimberly's voice and her bubbly intonation. "Mom's preparing a bit of presentation for us, darling" Mendez turned her face to me. Her voice was Bruce Goldman's, though. Then, she returned to the laptop. "Oh...okay, then," I gulped. The fact that I was alone with Mendez looking like a cute latina with masculine's body made my acting a little bit shaky. I didn't know how to behave in this situation. Except the face, she was all Bruce. She finished typing, whirled her chair facing me. Her sharp stare engulfed me. I started to bit my lips. "So tell me, Grasshopper..." Bruce's voice said. "How do you think about your mission today at the mall?" "Well Ma'am, as you probably already knew, we had gained some intel and..." "That's not what I mean," she lifted her index finger and waved it. "What I mean is, what did you feel when you impersonated Samantha?" "Um.. I felt good... and weird actually. I mean, I had training with the agencies and this is not the first time I disguised myself for a brief mission..." "Did you feel excited?" I hesitated. "Or perhaps...titillated?" she said She tilted her head and wet her lips. Her dark eyes kept directed at me, immersing me, dwarfing me. "I don't understand, Ma'am," I replied. Her hand reached the Bruce Mask on the side of her computer and the other hand skillfully started to bundle up her jet black hair and secured in into a bun with a pin. I noticed the skin of her false hands was white, so much in contrast with her dark facial skin. I felt my heartbeat pounded. Am I getting excited? Is she seducing me? "Let me paraphrase my question, Grasshopper." She changed her voice back to her real one. "In the process of impersonation, as you were doing your assignment, did you feel excitement on the surface of your skin to your nerves? Did you feel erotically aroused?"" With one swift motion, she slithered her head into the mask of Bruce Goldman. Her face slipped into the mask as she pulled the neck of the mask into her real neck while the other hand smoothed facial skin of the mask. Her fingers kept dabbing the surface of the face, smoothening it and making it alive and natural. Seconds later, Bruce Goldman - my daddy - flashed his fatherly smile. "He" blinked several times and voila, 'his' eye color changed from black to blue. "You are beautiful in that dress, Kimberly darling," "Dad" said, very much in character. My throat was dry and I had a slight perspire on my skin. I knew that I didn't have to answer Mendez's questions. She could tell from looking directly into my eyes.. "It's a been a while since you give your daddy a hug. C'mere, my princess," he stood up and opened his arms. I smiled my sincerest Kimberly's smile and coated the act with a fake feeble sigh, giving the impression that I was too old to give 'my own dad' a hug or to be called as princess. Then I strutted towards him. . My fake breasts mashed with her fake chest and my stolen face fell on her stolen shoulder. Her sturdy arms wrapped my petite body and her palms caressed my fragile back. As I whiffed the masculine odor emanating from "daddy's" neck, I felt a throbbing sensation "downstairs". My underwear, though, did a great job to bottle my arousal up. Surprisingly, it had an effect of increasing the stimulation in my pants and translating it into jolts of shivers which quietly shook my whole body. "I love you, Daddy," I whispered. Those words didn't come up right though. It sounded kinky saying them with my Kimberly's voice. "Aww... so sweet," a sweet matronly melodious voice came from my back. Ronnie Cho stepped down the basement stairs fully dolled up. He had tuned up his Miranda Goldman's persona to the max. Dressing in a low neck- black dress he showcased her ample breasts generously. She had coiffed her platinum blonde hair a sexy hairdo while gold bracelets and necklace with simple design adorned her pleasing curves. Her hand clutched a matching small handbag and her feet were enveloped inside of a pair of black heels. She looked stunning. "I'm sorry. I just finished prepping up," "Would you like to join us?," 'Bruce' grinned. I was still enwrapped in his arms. My faux ass was positioned against his false groin. As Miranda drew closer, 'my father' squeezed my waist and started to sway his body and mine. I tipped my heat to his chest and closed my eyes for a brief second, as Mendez kissed my hair in a fatherly manner. 'My mom' walked to the centre of the basement towards us in a sexy gait. She stopped in front of us , folding her hands on her breasts. She squinted her eyes and grimaced. "Don't spoil her too much, honey," she said to 'her husband'. "Why? Can't a father show his love to his only daughter?" He started to kiss the tip of my head. "Daddy, you're messing with my hair," I whined as I released myself from his embrace and patted my honey blond hair . He just laughed and went to give Miranda a peck on her cheek. "You look hot," I heard him whispering to her. "Later, darling. Our daughter is here," she whispered back. They both giggled. I looked the other way, acted like I was embarrassed by their attitude. Inside, I was wondering whether Ronnie Cho and Virginia Mendez had sexual intercourse as Miranda and Bruce Goldman. I bet they did. These people were trained agents who were drilled to portray their characters realistically, incorporating every detail of their disguise. They had access to bodysuit technology which would allow them to become anybody regardless of sex, race and shape. That would certainly spice any relationship. Man, when I would get my hands on these bodysuit stuffs? How many missions I need to endure to be able to put myself into them and experience all the wonders of disguise and impersonation? "Now, that we're all here. Why don't you start the presentation," Bruce voice snapped me back to reality. "Already prepared for that, "Miranda replied. She turned off the light and the basement became dimmer. She opened her handbag, took out a small black compact powder and a small compact disc. I saw both of 'my parents' changed their mannerism, becoming more serious and businesslike. Miranda drew the mirror in the compact closer to her eyes, activating the real function of the device: a projector for presentation. She inserted the CD in the empty shell inside the compact powder. Suddenly, holographic lights beamed from its mirror and 3D images appeared hanging on the thin air. The images adjusted itself until our agency logo clearly visible. 'Mom' approached the holographic screen and touched the agency logo. The image responded and changed into a set of colorful buttons. She swiped the screen and it turned darker, filled with numbers, maps and pictures. . "Good evening fellow agents," Ronnie Cho's deep voice emerged Miranda's feminine lips.. "We'll begin the briefing for our forthcoming mission right now. Please pay attention to the following information." "Two days ago, a small important chip was found missing from its storage as it was transferred in a secret cargo from the Department of Defense to the Central Intelligence HQ. The chip contains the exact locations of advanced weaponry in various countries as well the identity of the scientists in charge. We had reason to believe that the perpetrator will try to sell it to the highest bidder. " As he was presenting, Ronnie Cho kept swiping his delicate fingers over the screen. I saw various images of the chip, places, tanks, guns and maps. Ronnie touched the screen again and a headshot image appeared: a skinny middle aged man with sharp eyes, greyish hair and narrow face. "We have reasons to believe that this particular man, Thomas Appleby, is somehow involved," Ronnie Cho continued." Thomas Appleby owns the Applebycorp, a multibillion dollar media empire aspiring to tighten its grip and influence over the political dynamic in the developed and developing countries. Using his network he managed to steer and reconstruct numerous political and social issues in many countries and tilt the balance of world in his favor. He's ambitious and quite ruthless." I threw a glance at my faux dad. 'Bruce Goldman' was leaning to a desk and folding his hand, staring at the thin holographic screen in front of him. More pictures of Thomas in many occasions swarmed around in the screen. "Our intel suggested that the chip will be traded today in the place of Thomas Appleby. A courier would be deployed as one of the guest to carry on the transaction. Our task is to infiltrate the party, find out who are the people involved in the transaction then intercept and retrieve the chip." "We've been putting surveillance on the Applebys for several months," Mendez said. "As Bruce Goldman, I managed to gain access into his company by posing as IT consultant. His wife, Emily is happened to an old friend of Miranda," Mendez winked to Ronnie Cho. I raised my eyebrow. "We were in the same sorority house," Ronnie Cho grinned and winked back. He swiped the screen again and we saw a picture of a younger Miranda Goldman and Emily Appleby standing in front of a house. "I managed to impersonate several people, such as Yvonne, his secretary to gain more info into his private life, thanks to the latest addition in masking technology." The screen showed a series of picture of a voluptuous black woman. A tall beauty with Amazonian features. "Yvonne Miller is a key figure in our mission. She had been a trusted secretary of Thomas Appleby for 8 years. She runs his private schedule, not to mention being his mistress. We had put surveillance on her and found out that she had been building contacts with several prominent people with ties to underground radical organizations on behalf of Thomas Appleby. Ronnie Cho swiped more pictures. There were snapshots of Yvonne Miller with various shady figures. "Probably this had something to do with maintaining the threat of global terrorism. The motivation is obvious: these organizations actions are synonym with bad news and bad news sells. "Even though our surveillance didn't reveal much so far, we believe that the courier will contact her at the party to arrange for the chip trade. It is imperative that we double her and use her persona as means to infiltrate the chip trade event. " A soon as he finished his last sentence, Ronnie turned the projector off. The basement became dim and drab once again. "Speaking of which," Mendez walked to a small cabinet at one side of the room, pulled a drawer, took out a handful of items and gave them to us. They are small earrings with simple design. "Here, put these on your ears." I put them on. "These are no ordinary earrings. They are called 'Emulators'. They scan the environment around you and send the data to the operating system. Using these gadgets, we can manipulate the data and resend them in form manipulated imageries, sound bits, and smell. Basically we'd be able to screen-capture images of people and put them over our real self so that we can impersonate this people without having to change masks and bodysuits; simple copy and paste." "Theoretically, we can change into many disguises in a slight of hand. We can also alter the setting around us. But I guess the setting alteration feature is still in development: It's not included yet in the ones we have now." I heard Ronnie said. "You're talking about the other Emulators. It's still in development. Another team used the prototype for a mission in Madrid. And it was broken in the middle of the mission," Mendez chuckled. "They had to clean a lot of mess, even put some people in mass hypnosis." "Impressive." It was all I could say, having heard this presentation. "This method hasn't been officially used by the agency. So we're still experimenting with it. But actually, we had tried it several times with Ronnie as the volunteer. He has impersonated Yvonne Miller. Their builds don't match with each other so that's when this device became handy because you can don a quick disguise without having to change mask or bodysuit," Mendez replied. "Well, that... and others too," Ronnie Cho flashed his stolen matronly smile. Suddenly, Ron's body - or Miranda Goldman's, to be exact- became hologram-like. It started to appear like it was distorted. In less than a second, out of nowhere, Kimberly Goldman's twin materialized and replaced her mother's image. She was in jeans skirt, pink tank top and sneakers. "Technically," Ron-in -Kimberly-disguise said in a perfect rendition of her original voice, "These earrings will receive the manipulated database and create a layer around your body. You will appear as the people you impersonate. It's video and camera proof, which means you would be seen exactly like your disguise in video record and photographs. It will be like inside a digital cocoon, so to speak." "Wow...," I said as I approached my twin and touched her hair. It felt real. The clothes and skin too. Then it came to me. "Now I understand," I said. "The other day, you used this stuff to impersonate Kimberly and made up with Dan Harris." "Guilty as charged," my twin replied, bobbing her head in the exact manner like Kimberly would. I turned my head to Mendez. Apparently she was the one who activated and control Ron's transformation into Kimberly. "Wanna try it out?" Without any hesitation, Mendez punched several buttons and then I felt some kind of warm force field enwrapped my whole body. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans instead of a dress. My hand was muscular and I felt sense of height has changed. Ronny Cho-as-Kimberly shrieked. She moved closer to me and slung her arm around my shoulder. "What the..." I could not finish my sentence as Ron/Kimberly planted a deep kiss on my lips. "Dan...I miss you," Ron/Kimberly said. "Dan? Whaddya mean?" I gasped as I realized that my voice changed into Dan Harris', Kimberly's boyfriend. I struggled to release myself from her embrace. Ron/Kimberly giggled, enjoying my stupor. "You've just become Dan Harris, Grasshopper," Mendez said. "Here, see it yourself," she pressed another button on her keyboard and a digital holographic mirror appeared in front of me. He was right. I was really an exact copy of Dan Harris. I saw his crew cut hair and his handsome face. I tried to touch my body, trying to cup my chest, searching for Kimberly-boobs but I didn't feel anything. It was just Dan's Harris chest. This device had altered my sense of perception. "What do you think?" Ron/Kimberly asked. "I don't know what to say," I said. Even for a disguise specialist like me, this technology was very impressive. "You can't tell the difference, can you? Dan didn't know what hit him yesterday. He had no idea, Sis. We both went to walk in a park, even watched movies together. He's a good kisser, you know. I don't understand why you tried to dump him. You should thank me for, like, keeping him around." It was obvious that Ron could easily play Kimberly's character. "We can project Kimberly and Dan because we still have their data in our database. I sent the data from my computer to the receptors in your earrings. " Mendez said. "These impersonations are limited in terms of scoop and range. For this mission, we have to collect data of the whole party. All corners must be scanned. Not to mention the guests, we need to gain database on what dress and accessories they wear, how they look and sound as well as the mood of the scene. We're talking about massive impersonation, huge scale." "Which means once we get inside, we have to move around, identify the guests then impersonate not only one but many people to find out who the courier is," Ron replied. "That's pretty much the idea." "Yeah, but don't you think this is a little bit crazy? I mean, we're going to replace and impersonate A LOT of people," I said. "That's why they hire us, Grasshopper," Ron said. I heard a click from Mendez's computer and in a blink of eye, Ron/Kimberly returned as Miranda Goldman. Then I felt my body changed as I reverted to my Kimberly disguise. Damn, this thing is awesome. "How do we coordinate with each other?" I asked. "The agency will assign an operator to assist us. The operator will contact us on our way there. Now, the game plan goes like this, we enter the party as the Goldmans. Then, in the party as your mom and dad mingle with the guests, You, as Kimberly, will take rounds around the venue and activate the emulators so that the scan can be carried on. "Does it mean that I'm going solo in this mission?" I asked. "The short answer is yes, Grasshopper," Ron grinned. "Consider us as your chaperones and the operator, well in a way, she'll be your geeky date." The thought of a female tech support crossed my mind. Another female muse like Padma? It seems like all the operators area females. Or maybe they just look like females? "You will work closely with her acting as your muse," Ron's voice snapped me back to reality. "She will hack the security camera and the communication traffic in the party. Not to mention gaining control of the mansion utilities to smooth your task. Once Yvonne Miller received the call to meet the courier, the courier's real ID will be identified. We expected that she will take part in the transaction, which means you must replace her. Use this to keep the sedate her." He handed me a small strip of adhesive bandage." "Oh, I know this one," I said. I've seen this device in my training. "We put this on the target's skin and the chemical will slow their blood pressure and render them unconscious." "Right. Just use a small dosage. We don't cause serious damage to her. Once you replace her, go participate in the trade and replace the chip with this false one."Ronny handed me out a false chip. "It's almost the exact copy. It'll pass the confirmation process but the content has been manipulated." "Keep in mind these just mere guidelines. Most of the job will be improvised, though. Show us what you're made of, "Mendez added. "Business as usual, then," I sighed. Ronnie turned the projector off. The basement became dim and drab once again. I was still amazed by the fact that the Emulators was readily available to help the infiltration mission for agents like us. Using this technology, we can just copy, paste and edit whatever we like to use in our impersonation. The disguise can be created instantly and adjusted according to the dynamic of the situation. Instead of disguising as one person, now we can change into several roles within seconds. In my opinion, it's revolutionary. "Let me remind you that this device is still a prototype," Mendez said again. "It requires a lot of energy and I don't know how long can a person endure around the holographic interface. We never tried it a huge scale like we're going to do in this mission. So, we still have to rely in our impersonation skills. This is just a tool. It won't replace sound judgment gained from your training." "Understood," I muttered. "So, what are we're waiting for? Let's go," Mendez instantly dropped into her Bruce Goldman's personae. 'He' raised from his seat and walked towards us: 'his wife and daughter'. He gave us both a light peck on the cheek and went let us walked upstairs first before he turned out the basement light. As we were on our way to the front door, 'Dad' clutched mom's hand and pulled her closer to him. "Wait Miranda, look at us," he said, almost whispering. Mom's leaned to him and giggled. I turned my gaze to the direction he pointed at: the mirror near the front door. I saw our reflection there and smiled instantly, projecting my persona. "I am very grateful to have you girls in my life," Bruce smiled. "Well, I think I am the luckiest girl in the world," Miranda cooed. They seemed so much in love. "Why don't we take a photo, Dad. It's not often we go out together and dress like this," I said. "Good idea, Kim," he took out his cell phone and set the digital camera. He raised his hand to provide angle for the camera and signaled to us to come closer to him so we could be in the frame. Then he took several pictures. We leaned our faces next to his and took turns posing in different expressions. When he showed us the pictures, Mom was excited and gave out a cute squeal. "How nice of you, Bruce," her eyes were starry and full of love. Bruce only winked back at her. Dad escorted us to the car. He opened the doors for mom and me. I tried to stay in character by thinking how awesome and gentle he was. Even though the act of taking pictures was so simple, somehow but it meant a lot for mom. I guess, It's just one of those small things that dad does from time to time to surprise her. These are the quality of a guy that I should look for in a man: someone who can be sweet and kind like Daddy. We didn't talk much during the car ride. It was already dark and our car cruised in the street in a proper speed. Mom and Dad were very quiet. They stayed in character the whole time. Occasionally, 'mom' would comment on something she saw around the street like about one florist where she bought the flowers for Dad's birthday last year and how sweet the vendor was to here. Or about the new boutique which just opened where most of the latest trendy clothes were sold. Dad's response was limited and typical. He tried to follow mom's ramble but in the end he just nodded and mumbled some audible words which apparently annoyed her a little bit. I was curious to learn the identity of the operator who would aid us in the mission. If Mendez was right, this person would contact us in any minute now. Right at that moment, I heard a buzz from the dashboard of the car. Mom and dad changed their demeanor immediately, back to their real identity. Mendez pushed several buttons on the radio and holographic lines began to appear on the windshield, turning it into some sort of computer screen with graphical interface. It acted like a one way mirror. People outside couldn't see the graphics on the inner side of windshield however Dad could still see the road and drive normally while interacting with information presented by the operating system. This interface actually provided even more information for the driver, acting like an on-screen GPS. A small screen emerged from the far corner of the screen and a beautiful face appeared in what appeared like a web-cam window: a fine brunette with a sharp triangular face. Thick glasses with black frame accentuated her big eyes. "Good evening. I'm your muse and tech support for today. Reporting for duty and ready to assist, Sir, Ma'am," her speech sounded very musical to my ears. "Just call me Bree." "Thanks agent Bree," Bruce Goldman replied. "What do you have for us?" "I've already deployed satellite surveillance to monitor the venue. I skimmed the guest list and in the process of retrieving information them as we speak now. It's gonna be useful in the field. I've also hacked the security camera. The electricity and water system is in my control, ready to be used according to your needs. " As she talked, images of pictures of the satellite, the guest lists and faces flashed on the screen. There were also maps of the Appleby's mansion with in various dimensions and angles. "When you reached the mansion, this information will be ready at your disposal." Mendez/Bruce gave a satisfied look at Bree and nodded his approval. "You can leave the rest to us," he said as he rubbed his wedding ring. I leaned forward from the backseat and trying to look closer at the monitor. Bree was dressed in a dark red sweat suit zipped-up midway. I could see white tank top beneath it. A cute nerd, indeed. She glanced at my way and for a nanosecond our eyes met. She blinked and gave out a vague, thin smile. I didn't know if any of my teammates caught that. I heard her fingers striking the keyboard. That reminded of Padma. She was cute too. Did they hire only pretty geeky girls for this job? Or perhaps these pretty mugs are all masks, part of some kind of weird SOPs of the agency? "I guess everything is clear for now. Basically we're just have to wing it and play it by ear. Thank you, Bree. We're approaching the venue, now. See you soon, kid." Bree just smirked. "It's more like: you're going to hear from me soon, Sir." All the graphics and hologram disappeared and the windshield was back to normal. "It's show time". 'Bruce' threw a glance at 'Miranda'. I became quite nervous instantly. One glimpse was enough for these two to build rapport between each other. For them, this mission was just a replay of numerous similar tasks they had done before. Even though I knew that my involvement in this team was more than enough to validate my competence, deep inside, I still wanted to prove my worth and make them proud. Our Car slowed down, turned left and headed to a small driveway. We stopped in front of a big gate. Behind it was the complex where the Appleby's mansion was located. The night sky was clear, brimming with the moon and hundreds of stars. Miranda turned her head to me. "Ready, Honey?" I gave her my cutest Kimberly smile. "Yes, Mom." *** Even though I already learn quite a lot about the Appleby mansion from the dossier, the sight of the real one still astounded me. The Appleby mansion is renowned for its architecture. The three floored country house possessed an Elizabethan design which exemplified by a tint of Gothic and Renaissance influence. The entry fa?ade stretched straight from the main gate and faced onto a large entrance court. Under the shimmering moonlight, the mansion gleamed with pride. Our car taxied to the left side of the mansion into the designated valet station where a young staff took over to park it. "Take care of it, young man," Bruce winked at the young valet boy. As 'Dad' turned around, I caught the boy stealing glances at my 'mom' and me. He was briefly checking us out. His demeanor, however vague it was, gave me the validation I needed for my disguise as Kimberly, creating some momentum to further my guise. I just looked the other way, trying to ignore him while acting blushed like a true teenage girl. We walked toward the mansion entrance side by side with me in the middle. As we got closer toward the mansion, my anxiety was slowly faded, replaced by Kimberly bubbly persona. Every step made me feel more and more like the girl I impersonated. The main corridor led us to a huge hall decorated with impressive chandelier and artistic antique furniture. A string in the far end of the hall was playing classical composition. 'Mom' nudged my shoulder as we step inside, indicating to the guests roaming around us. I saw several people in tuxedos and night gowns. Some of them were quite famous. Compared to these people, the Goldmans were obviously next to nobody. This, however, served as an advantage to us as we could go unnoticed. "Check out these people, Hon," Bruce gave out a whistle. He obviously didn't address this remark to Ron and I. This was more an order for Bree to start the feeding us info about the guests. "Many big names are here," Bree replied through the receiver in my earrings. "Entrepreneurs, ambassadors, athletes, celebrities, foreign dignitaries and socialites. You're gonna have a field day, guys." "Indeed, darling," Miranda replied. Her eyes twinkled, sweeping the ballroom. When her gaze met mine, she gave out another wink. "Come," She took my hand and guided me inside. Bruce followed us. "So how are we're gonna do this?" I whispered while maintaining Kimberly teenage appearance. "We just mingle, Kimberly." 'Mom' smiled as she took a glass of wine from the passing waitress. She tilted her head and beamed out a wide smile to a lady standing not far away from us. "Emily," 'she' squealed. The woman turned and her face brightened the moment she saw 'my Mom'. "Miranda! Oh darling, you've made it," they embraced and giggled like two teenage girls. "You look stunning, Emily," 'Dad' said as she shook her hand. "Thank you Bruce. What a lovely suit," Emily as they exchanged kisses on their cheek. Even though she's not as pretty and as blonde as Miranda, Emily Goldman looked great for woman her age. Her build was short and thin. She had a pixie face which along with her petite body gave out the impression of a fragile lady. In the effort to counter this, she put on heavy makeup. Perhaps in order to maintain a charismatic appearance as the wife of a business magnate. "This is my daughter, Kimberly," 'Mom' extended her hand to me . "Good evening, Mrs. Appleby. This is one awesome party," I blurted out, shaking her hand while acting groggy and all. "Well, thank you, Darling. I like your dress." "Mom chose this for me," I gave out a clumsy grin. "How adorable," Emily said to 'Mom'. She's such a sweet girl, Miranda. You remind me of your mother when she was your age." "... which is not that long time ago, Emily. If you know what I mean." 'Miranda' winked. They both giggled. "So, where's the man of the hour?" Bruce asked "He's right here, buddy," A soft voice replied. A middle-aged man dressed in white tux suddenly appeared. "Hi Tom," Bruce leaned forward and shook the man's hand. "You already know Miranda. And this is my daughter Kimberly." Thomas Appleby kissed my mother's cheek and whispered something to her that made her giggle. Then he turned to me, reached my hand and kissed the back of it. It sent shiver right down to my spine. Thomas Appleby exuded confidence and pride. His narrow face and crooked nose gave the impression of a strong character. Seeing him from close range, I noticed his sharp eyes. "Hello, Mr. Appleby," I said. Like he did with 'Miranda', he moved closer to my ears. "Ms. Goldman, what a sexy creature you are." "Well, thank you. Mr. Appleby," I tried to hide my awkward feeling. "Please call me, Tom," he winked. "Uh.. okay.. Tom," I replied, shrugging my shoulders while being bubbly and cute. "How's business, Tom?" Bruce asked. "Same old same old," he replied. As I saw my 'parent' chatted with Thomas and Emily Appleby, I started looking around the ballroom. My mind began to wonder about the mission. I quietly walked toward big table nearby and took a glass of mineral water. "We're in, Bree," I whispered, covering my mouth with the glass. "What's next?" "Don't worry, man. I've got your back," Bree added. "Just listen and wait for my signal. Right now I am going to activate the Emulators in your earrings so we can scan the guests. Just go around the party. Make sure you cover all corners." I followed her instructions and started to amble around the party, roaming through throng of people while maintaining my act as a young debutante having fun at the party. "Good. Just keep doing that. We're collecting the data right now," Bree said. I put my focus on my 'tour' around the hall. In just a minute I managed to covering all corners. "Is it okay?" I said under my breath to Bree. "You're doing a great job. Now give me one second to crosscheck the scans with the available intel in our database." There was a pause. Next, sound of fingers typing. "Crosscheck: done," Bree said. "Synchronizing the satellite: done. Voila. The stage is set, ladies and gentlemen," she declared. *** "Are we ready for it, now?" I whispered, covering my speech while sipping my glass. "Not yet, Yvonne is still chatting with some people and so far she hasn't been doing anything suspicious," Bree replied. "What now, then?" "Well, for starters, why don't you try it first?" "What do you mean?" "Just pick anybody and I'll change you into that person. I have a full eye on the party through the satellite and your emulators. Just be subtle." "But we're in a mission, Bree." "Relax, it's just for a while. Just do it. See if you could manage. Once the mission on, you just retreat and proceed with the job." I had to admit that the thought of using the Emulators kind of turned me on. I put my attention to my surroundings, skimming over the guests. My eyes stumbled on two figures standing at a terrace facing a big lawn behind the big mansion. It was quite secluded. The door connecting the porch was decorated with a sheer transparent curtain. The night breeze blew and the steered the thin drape. She was a pretty blonde in a purple mini dress. Next to her was an Asian man, apparently her boyfriend, holding a wide glass. The girl didn't look like she had a fun night at the party. Her tipsy boyfriend was making it more uncomfortable for her as he was trying to rub his hands all of her body. As I approached the terrace, I saw her releasing her arm from her boyfriend's grip. She then stormed off to the ball room and headed to the bathroom. Her expression was full of discomfort. Meanwhile her boyfriend was still under the heavy influence of alcohol. "The blonde in purple," I said while finishing my drink and moved toward her. "Gotcha," Bree said. After a second she answered back. "Her name is Maddy Jones. Model and cover girl. She's not really an invitee to this party. His date is. Erick Law, a multi billionaire from Hong Kong." "Is that all?" "I am going to alter you into her now," Bree said. The thought of changing disguise in a crowd made almost tripped. Covering my mouth, I spoke under my breath "Now?" "Don't worry. I'm changing you as you enter the terrace. It will be seamless. Just trust me." I guess I just have to believe her. When I drew close to the terrace door, I could see through the glass door that Eric Law was leaning to a pillar, talking to his cell phone. He didn't see me approaching because he was facing the lawn. I took a look around, concluding that this corner was not crowded and nobody was paying attention. The real Maddy Jones would not be back for awhile (judging from her disgusted reaction). With that, I pushed the terrace door and entered. I could feel that my body was changing as I glanced at my hand on the door knob. In a split second - which felt like a minute due to my excitement - my fingernails became longer and the nail polish changed into purple. A silver bracelet suddenly appeared on my right wrist in a blink of an eye. My perception of height was changed as I gained several inches. The cute dress Kimberly was altered into the purple mini dress. Kimberly honey blonde hair changed its shade to match the one Maddy had. Even though there wasn't any mirror around, I knew for sure that I looked like Maddy Jones. The process happened in just a nanosecond as I passed the door from the ballroom into the terrace. The act of entering the door reminded me of the magic trick where the male magician covered himself with a robe and changed immediately into the sexy female assistant. It's felt like walking through a membrane. I found myself in an alternate world where I lived somebody else's life. In this instance: the life of Maddy Jones. "Eric," I said, Maddy's melodious tone ringing from my mouth. I didn't have any idea how the technology worked but it surely could simulate the target's voice. He kept talking to phone, still turning his back from me. "Don't stay for long, Grasshopper. The real one could be back anytime soon," Bree's voice resonated in my head. "Just watch my back," I murmured with my new voice.. Eric Law heard that and turned to me. He was a muscular man. He has a face like a weasel with thick eyebrows and thin moustache. "What?" He said. I didn't answer as I tried to compose myself into what kind manners the real Maddy Jones would assume to her boyfriend given the current situation. "I'll call you later, Bro" he croaked to the person on the other line. He switched off the phone and put it in his pocket. "I thought you don't wanna see my face again. Said I'm a douche." His words were slurred. I didn't know what came across my mind at that moment. I just adopted a sexy face and strutted to him, proudly showing him my curves as I came closer. I pushed him to the pillar and kissed his neck hungrily as our body mashed. His mouth tasted like alcohol. I licked his cheek and nibbled his ear. My hand grabbed his crotch. In the beginning, he was surprised. But it took him only three second to start kissing me back and fondled my tits. We engaged in heavy petting for a minute. I continued caressing his bulging crotch, which made him moaned in excitement. He grab my ass and squeezed my butt cheeks, grinding his body to mine. He started to reach to my crotch. Not intending to do this any longer, I kept rubbing my hand on his member. It only took a few strokes and he grunted as he came. . I smiled watching his face overflowed with joy. "What's gotten into you, Maddy?" "You'll never know, honey," I winked. Then I slapped his face. "Do you like that?" I tried to sound as cute as possible. He nodded. "Then you'll like this too." I moved to him and pretended to hug him while punching his stomach. He passed out instantly. I put his body to the chair nearby. "She's coming back," I heard Bree's voice. The real Maddy Jones was approaching the terrace door. "Change me back," I also walked to the door. "On it," Bree replied. I rushed to the door, hoping that the changed was fast enough so that the real Maddy wouldn't find her twin in the other side of the door. As I grabbed the door knob , I still saw the bracelet and the purple nail polish on my fingers. The hell with it, I thought and yanked the door before Maddy reached it. When it opened, Maddy's face appeared in front of me. "Oh," she gasped, looking surprised. I looked into her eyes and for a split second, I was sure that she had me. But her reaction told me otherwise. I glanced at my hand and found out that the bracelet and the nail polish were gone. "I'm sorry," I said as Kimberly. "I am looking for my parents," I put on my best innocent look. "They're not here but, um, there's a man there. I think he's like, drunk or something," I blurted out as I acted in Kimberly mode. "It's alright. He's my date. I'll take care of him," Maddy forced a smile. "Rough night." I let her entered the terrace. "Whew...That was close," I muttered as I slipped back into the ballroom and took another glass nearby. "Told ya' I watch your back," Bree said. "You really know how to improvise, Grasshopper. If you know what I mean?" I didn't answer her back. "You don't have to say anything. I've seen worse from field agents. That was nothing," I heard Bree chuckled. "You guys are adorable - absolutely one of kind, " I myself was quite surprised of what I did at terrace. It took only less that 5 minutes since I entered the door and assumed the identity of Maddy Jones. However, it felt like hours to me. And why the petting and fondling? It was probably the outcome of all the anxiety and nervousness I had accumulated since this afternoon: a way to let off some steam. Moreover, like she said before, Bree's got my back. And we knew now that the TOM worked and functioned properly. "Get ready, Grasshopper," Bree whispered. Her voice was tensed. "Somebody just called Yvonne Miller's cell." *** I walked to the centre of the ball room, heading to my 'parents'. From a distance, I saw them mingling with many people while in the same time watching the Appleby's closely. They stood not so far from the media mogul and his wife. They acted so well and relaxed. I wonder how they would react later when they learn about what I did with Erick Law a few minutes ago? Right now, the emulator should have gathered the database from all the people in the party. Bree was also ready to deploy available information regarding any guest who we would impersonate. We just had to wait for the right moment. And the right moment depended on this particular lady, Yvonne Milller, Thomas Appleby's secretary. We had to wait until Bree finished tapping into her cell. She would come up with the game plan. As I approached my parents, I saw they turned their heads at my direction and gave me warm smile. They had also received the tip-off about the call to Yvonne Miller from Bree. Though it seemed like a normal fatherly and mother smiles, I knew what they really conveyed: this is where the action is. Be prepared, Grasshopper. "I'm tapping her cell. This is a live feed," Bree whispered again. "Listen." I heard clicks and clacks and then the wiretap began. "Ms. Miller, I call you to ask for a meeting with your employer: Mr. Thomas Appleby," A breathy woman's voice with heavy accent came out. "It's about the chip, the one that my people had talked to you about." "I see." Yvonne Miller replied. "I apologize for being secretive to you all this time, must be such hassle in your part. But in my defense, my employer instructed for us to go through all the trouble to protect Mr. Appleby's image as well." "No problem, Ma'am. Mr. Appleby will receive you in 10 minutes. You'll find him in Drawing Room. Third floor, the first room in the right. You can use the elevator." "Thank you, I know where the room is." "Splendid. See you there. " The conversation ended. By now, Bree should have traced the call. During that brief conversation, my 'parents' kept their act very well. They chatted , smiled and behaved like other normal guests in the party. I saw Bruce trading jokes with some men. Miranda Goldman laughed and kissed several of her friends in their cheeks. Acting like true socialites, they still managed to listen and digest the wiretap between Yvonne Miller and the mysterious courier. "Found her. Natasha Moryaskova. Russian diplomate, attach? for Cultural affairs. She's in the ball room. West side. " I turned my head to that direction. My eyes darted to a lanky brunette in a strapless black dress who just put her cell phone into her sparkling clutch. Her exotic Eurasian visage, almond eyes, thin lips and strong jaw made her stand out from the crowd. "That's the courier," Bree said as she could read my mind. I took a deep breath. *** As I saw Yvonne Miller approaching the spot where the real Appleby's were, I knew that we didn't have enough time. If she reached Thomas Appleby, they might stay together and it would be more difficult to replace her. "Change me into Emily Appleby ," I muttered as I hurried toward Yvonne Miller, slithering my petite stolen body among the guests. "Too risky, somebody would notice," Bree countered me. "Play with the light," I was getting closer to Yvonne Miller. The sedative small tape was ready in my fingertip. "Good idea. Just a second." In a blink of eye, the ball room light turned dim. The guests gasp and squeal. Meanwhile, at that moment I could feel a holographic blanket all over my body, creating a cocoon which changed my outer appearance. When the light recovered, I was already in front of Yvonne Miller. "Yvonne, darling. I've been looking for you everywhere," I said in a voice identical to Emily Appleby's as I put my right hand gently on her shoulder, softly pasting the adhesive side of the chemical bandage onto her ivory skin. The bandage was so light and transparent that she didn't feel anything. As I did that I saw the wedding ring and bracelets which adorned my hand. These items were the exact copy to the real ones belong to Emily Appleby. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," Yvonne was surprised seeing his employer's wife suddenly appeared. "Do you need anything?" "No, no..." I just wanted to know if everything 's alright," I replied, trying to keep things vague. "I am fine. However, we seem to have some problems with the electricity. Would you like me to check, Sir?" "It's not a big deal. Old mansion does that from time to time. It's part of the charm," I gave a motherly smile. Suddenly her face became pale and her body wobbled. The adhesive had taken effect on her. "Are you okay, darling?" I said in my sincerest tone. "I' m okay," she seemed to run out of breath. Would you excuse me, Ma'am? I think I need to freshen up," she tilting her head to a restroom nearby. "Go with her. It's empty," I heard Bree said. "Let me take you there," I said to Yvonne. My hand brushed her back slowly. It seemed to relax her. "Ugh...," she moaned as she started to lose her consciousness. I walked her into the restroom and sit her inside one of the toilet booth. "She's going to be out for 20 - 30 minutes. We'd have enough time," I said to Bree. I exited the booth, while keeping its door opened so I could keep a look at my unconscious victim. Soon, my eyes caught the reflection in the mirror. There it was: my reflection as Emily Appleby. This brought back the sensation I had a couple hours ago, while I was disguising as Samantha Hoist. Right now in this party, there were two Emily Applebys. The real one was in the other side of the room, indulging herself into mundane conversation with the faux Bruce and Miranda Goldman. Here now, there was Yvonne Miller, this luscious woman I about to impersonate. From the mirror reflection, I could see her juicy body slouching in the toilet booth. How delicious. How I was thrilled to be her. The thought spurred a fiery desire in me. Combined with the tension from the mission, the arousal had built up into a craving that begged to be satisfied. I licked my lips. "Give me Yvonne Miller." "You've got it," Bree replied. "Do it slowly. I want to see the process." "Roger that," Bree gave out a small chuckle. "And since we now have more time with Ms. Miller. I'm going to give you full upload of her physical features" Before long, the holographic fabric which gave me the appearance of Emily Appleby began to dissolve and rearrange itself, weaving into another configuration. The binding of the weave felt tighter than previous impersonations as more and more physical were uploaded to the emulator. I felt myself stretching into her 6 - 6,5 feet tall size. Remembering the pretty legs I had just seen, I felt what was under my feet slimming and shaping into copies of her lanky ones. A second later, my hips widened to match Yvonne's curves. My body was copying of Yvonne's Amazonian features. A moment later, a slight rise appeared on my chest, giving me bustier breasts . I smiled as my hands traveled to my new tits . "Oh, my god," I let a moan. Then my hands went to my torso, feeling it as it's getting tighter. Then, my wrinkled hands which belong to Emily Appleby began to change. Yvonne's slender palms and fingers were soon replicated as well her long and thin nails. The change crept from my hands to my shoulders as they assumed broader yet fragile appearance. The skin on the rest of my body became silkier and smoother. Gone was all the wrinkles and complexion Emily's skin had. Next, my skin color rapidly darkened from pinkish to tan to ebony, matching Yvonne's shade. I soon felt my hair extended into Yvonne's longer mane. My new fingers brushed the hair and I saw that it had changed from shade Emily's blonde to black with a slight curl. I loved the way it felt as it cascaded to my stolen shoulders. I noticed that my face was changing. Soft vibrations created odd sensation all over my visage. I touched my nose with my delicate fingers and seconds later it changed into a more pronounced one. My lips became fuller. My jaw narrowed and my cheekbones adopted higher proportions while my neck reshaped into Yvonne's proportions. My eyes and brows became wider and rounder. I blinked my eyes and Emily's blue eyes changed into dark colors. To complete the illusion, the holographic also copied and pasted Yvonne's makeup into my new face. The process was subtle but I could see that as her base make-up appeared on my new features. My new lips were soon adorned in pinkish colored lipstick. My eyes also obtained her same, exact lining and shading. When I blinked my eyes, Yvonne's mascara appeared and extended my new lashes. A second after the change hit my outfit as my dress was reconfigured into the one that Yvonne wore. The volume of dress reshaped to match my new body. Emily's high heels changed into the identical model which covered Yvonne's feet, followed by the accessories all over my body. Emily Appleby's wedding ring disappeared, followed by her other accessories. Meanwhile, Yvonne's bracelets, necklace and earrings formed on my arms, neck and ears. The emulator didn't leave any detail. I could even smell her perfume and natural scent. Right when I thought that the process was over, the most sensational thing happened as another vibration sent tremor to my crotch. All the nerves around my private parts buzzed in excitation. The holographic waves had recreated Yvonne's genitalia. I had never experienced this sensation before as the previous impersonations was done in rapid sequence and focused on outward appearances, leaving such details aside. My whole body trembled. My mouth moaned in excitement. The thought of possessing an exact copy of her pussy drove me crazy. Looking at my new face in the mirror, a identical twin of Yvonne Miller stared me back. Behind me, the real Yvonne Miller was unconscious. I smiled at her reflection. Somehow, I enjoyed disguising myself as he while standing in front of her. It gave me an odd sensation. It felt like I was the real one and the one sitting in the toilet booth was an empty shell. "Upload phase - complete. Are you okay? " Bree's voice echoed inside my head. "I feel excellent," I replied. "I've created a tiny pocket in your right palm. You can slip the false chip in there and put the real one in it once you switched them." I rubbed the middle of my palm. As I found an opening, I did exactly what she'd told me. Then I closed the door of the booth Yvonne Miller was in and before I exited the restroom I took a glanced at the mirror and winked to my reflection. "We ready to proceed." *** I headed to the spot of real Thomas Appleby and his wife, talking with my 'parents'. Now impersonating his trusted private secretary, I confidently came closer to my employer and his wife. They were discussing something with 'Bruce' and 'Miranda Goldman'. "Excuse me, Mr. Appleby," Yvonne's raunchy voice cooed from my stolen lips. "Could I speak with you? It just takes a moment." Thomas Appleby's eyes sparkled. He knew that this was about the chip. "Sure, Yvonne. Just a second, honey ," he kissed his wife's cheek and nodded to 'Bruce and Miranda Goldman.' "How do you do, Yvonne," 'Miranda Goldman' extended her hand to me. "It's been a while since the last time I saw you." "I'm fine, Mrs. Goldman," I replied, extended my arm too. We kissed cheek to cheek. "I love your makeup," she winked. Her fingertips traced my palm as she released my hand. The subtle innuendo behind her words made me blushed. "We'll talk later, Girlfriend," I winked at 'Miranda Goldman'. Then I turned to Thomas Appleby who already walked several feet away to create some privacy for our discussion. I came near him and leaned forward. "Who is our courier, Darling?" he asked. "Natasha Moryaskova, the diplomat. She'd like to meet you to talk about the Chip trade. I already arranged for her to meet you in the Drawing Room, Sir." "Aha, the exotic Siberian lady," Thomas Appleby raised his brows and grinned. "Thank you, Yvonne. I know that I can always rely on you." "You're welcome, Sir," I replied. Thomas Appleby turned away from me and walked to Bruce Goldman. "I am sorry, Bruce. I have something urgent to do. Would you excuse me? " "It's okay, Tom. We need to find our daughter, too," Bruce grinned. His eyes darted to me. "Yeah, Bruce. Where is she anyways?" Miranda said. "She's got to be around. Maybe talking with one of the celebrities," Thomas said as he was leaving with me. "Be careful, Bruce. Kimberly is beautiful girl and we have many playboys in the house tonight." "I hope she's alright," Bruce replied. Thomas Appleby and I walked to the elevator in the far corner of the ball room. During our brief trip to the drawing room, Tom was all quiet and pensive, while I kept maintaining my pose as the obedient secretary. *** The Drawing Room was lavishly decorated with Persian carpets, old paintings and china porcelains. The air in the room was cool and the lightning was quite dim. One side of the wall was covered by huge old bookshelves which housed hundred of books while antique table and chairs occupied the mid section. In the other side of the wall there were several pictures in the wall depicting portraits of various members of the Appleby dynasty. From the window at the far side of the room, I could see the mansion's backyard lawn and its small garden under the clear night sky. We found Natasha Moryaskova alone, sitting in one of the antique chair. She was alone. Her manner was calm and pensive. "Good evening, Ms. Moryaskova," Thomas Appleby grinned. I followed him from behind, as he sat in another chair opposite to her. "Nice party you have tonight, Mr. Appleby," she replied. Her thick Russian accent made her words sounded even sexier. "It surprises me that you came here alone," "I am quite confident that you would not betray me, Mr. Appleby," she smiled to me. I politely nodded in response. "Trust, my lady," he replied. "Is a noble principle in business..." "You know better than I do," she grinned. "I believe you have something for me." "I do," she replied. "However, like every precious thing in the world, it came with a price, Mr. Appleby." "Off course. How much?" "2 billion US$ dollar," she said. Thomas Appleby grimaced, clasping his hands together "That's a heavy sum of money, Ms. Moryaskova. Makes me wonder, what would you do with that amount?" "It's not your business, Mr. Appleby." "I am in the information business, Natasha - may I call you Natasha? We cover everything. And with that sum of money, I can come up with several guesses. Is your government planning to invade a country? Or creating geopolitical imbalances in some regions? Is there any plan I should know? I'll know it sooner or later, Natasha. I've got journalist all around the world." She hesitated. "Don't worry, it'd be off the record," he gave out a playful smile. "We're going to use the money to fund the rebels in our border to bomb several landmark and monumental objects in special holidays. With that we would use the incidents as the justification to launch a counter attack and military campaign. "That's good. Bad news sells. That's what I always say." "Shall we proceed then?" "Yes, indeed. I've still got guests downstairs whom need to be entertained. Not to mention the nagging wife," he winked at me. I responded by displaying my sexy smile. Natasha handed out the chip to me. In a slight of hand, I switched it with the false one and gave it to Thomas Appleby. He held out a handheld tablet computer and inserted the chip into a special flash disk. Then he jammed the flash disk into the tablet. "The chip gave me access to hack his computer," I heard Bree whispered in my ear. Seconds later, the screen showed bars and various numbers and letters. Another image appeared, showing a world map. He showed the screen to us as word "scan confirmed" revealed on the screen. That made Thomas Appleby smiled mischievously. He unplugged the chip and put it in his pocket while handing over the tablet to me. "Send the money, would you please Ms. Miller." I acted to access the computer while in reality it was Bree who operated the machine. "This is major shit," she whistled. "I got full access on Thomas Appleby's main bank account." I typed the amount: 2 billion dollars. "Give it to her. Let her put the destination account number," Bree instructed. I walked to Natasha and ask her to type the number. Seconds later, the transfer was finished. "It's a pleasure to do business with you, Mr. Appleby. Now please excuse me." Natasha said as she stood up and strutted toward the exit. When the door was shut , I let out a sigh. "Shall we go back to the party, Sir?" As I turned around, I saw him drew closer to me. "Not, so soon, Yvonne. Let's celebrate, first," he cooed. His palmed touched my shoulder and brushed my arm. He had another thing in his mind. "It's been a while since our last time together. The party can wait for a while," his voice was full with lust. "Uh-oh," Bree gasped. *** He grabbed my body and pushed me against the bookshelf. A couple of books fell to the floor. His lips kissed my body hungrily. Meanwhile, his fingers travelled all over my body as they started to get busy to undress me. When he finally peeled my dress down, his broad hands started to play with the beautiful brown breasts. Then he pulled me closer to