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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The
federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked
was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a
terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual
individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of
the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any
sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted
here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my
BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 6 - The First Pow Wow
"People who enjoy meetings should not be in charge of anything." - Thomas
Sowell
Rose drove her car to the first formal strategy meeting with Agent Steve
Garibaldi. She was looking forward to their private summit where she was
sure she could manipulate him into a more favorable deal. Ever since she
began to develop physically in high school there hadn't been a single
straight man she couldn't dominate in a test of wills. That is why she
changed clothes upon leaving work into her pleated black mini skirt. Her
selection for shoes was easy, a pair of open toed red pumps with 5 inch
heels. A nice formfitting halter top that showed a little but not too
much was the perfect top. To complete her outfit a pretty drop necklace,
with a tear drop jewel on the end that settled nicely in the valley of
her breasts.
Rose pulled her car into a dimly lit gravel parking lot. Not believing
her eyes, she double checked her GPS. 'There is no way he would select
some redneck bar to meet me,' thought Rose. Rose had dressed in
anticipated of a nice cozy cocktail lounge. She maneuvered her car
between a dozen pickup trucks, most with gun racks and confederate flags
proudly displayed in the rear windows and found an empty spot near the
front entrance with its flashing neon Booze Cafe sign. Rose reached into
her purse pulled out a tube of bright red lipstick applied a thick coat
then layered it with lip gloss and waited to see what would happen.
Within minutes a nondescript gray Sudan pulled up adjacent to Rose's Car.
Agent Garibaldi exited the vehicle dressed in dark slacks and an open
collar white dress shirt. Even in the poor lighting Rose could discern
the arrogant look on his face. Steve hurried to her door, but Rose
didn't wait on him, rather she opened her own door and pivoted in her
seat, swung her long legs out of car intentionally showing off her best
feature. She stood and pulled up the elastic waist of her skirt. She
waited in a classic model pose, her ankles together, feet at 45 degree
angle, and her chest prominently pushed out. As Steve approached she
said in a soft seductive voice, "Hello there, glad to see you again."
She held her hand out expecting a hand shake. Steve merely brushed it
aside and wrapped his arms around her in a full hug. With her nose
pressed against his chest Rose enjoyed the scent of Steve's cologne. He
was the one that broke the embrace, rather than Rose.
Without further words Steve held out his arm, Rose took the crook of the
arm and the couple moved toward the door. In the gravel parking lot Rose
immediately regretted her selection of shoes. Steve pushed open the door
and led Mary into the saloon. The couple paused just long enough to let
their eyes adjust to the change in lighting. As they stood in the
doorway, there was a murmur of subdued talk; every eye in the place was
focused the two overdressed strangers. Steve visually swept the room
with a brief comprehensive glance. It told him, there were no immediate
threats. He recognized no one there, and it was unlikely anyone knew
him. Rose noticed the bar was lined with tough hard men, obviously
accustomed to making a living with their muscles. She spotted a
smattering of what she assumed were 'working girls' flaunting their wares
among the tables.
Rose's attention was drawn to the deer head mounted over the bar,
something about the glassy eyes that stared down at her, sent a chill
through her. As she waited for Steve to move, that deer disturbed her
more than the leers of the bar patrons.
In a possessive gesture, Steve took Rose by the hand and led her through
the room to an empty table on the patio. Rose felt herself being ogled
as they crossed the room. Rose could feel everyone mentally undressing
her with their eyes. Reaching the empty table Steve was a perfect
gentleman, and held her chair for her.
A waiter showed up, his tone was rather sharp, "Whatcha drinkin?" Without
asking Rose's preference, Steve ordered a Scotch for each of them. Rose
sat as her hair blew in the wind and studied Steve's face and watched his
eyes drift down to her cleavage, which fit in perfectly with her plans;
she leaned in a little to give her companion a better view and hopefully
distract him. She assumed an attitude that she anticipated would
intimidate her companion. She glared at him in a haughty manner
reminiscent of a queen lofting it over a lowly servant. She started out
by saying, "Let's get right down to business shall we. When and how are
you going to pay me?"
Steve took a sip of his drink and replied, "You will be paid twice a
month, on the first and fifteenth, the money will come in the mail via
postal money order made out to Rose Sokolov. I will personally draw the
money from accounting and mail the money order. Your name will never
appear on any government documents. That way there will be no traceable
trail back to HLS."
"Steve we need to talk about the amount. I have been thinking about what
we agreed to, and I am now convinced that amount is insufficient. I want
to be compensated for my time and effort as well; I think $100 an hour
would be appropriate."
Steve laughed and said, "That is poppycock and you know it! We have a
deal and I am holding you to it."
His refusal to renegotiate was tantamount to a declaration of war. Rose
thought she could always threaten to withdraw from the program at a later
date to entice more money out of the government.
Steve leaned in toward Rode and enjoyed the fragrance of her perfume.
His gaze focused on the mounds of inviting flesh that were his
companion's breasts. Creating an ache in his groin that made
concentration difficult. Forcing his thoughts away from Rose and back to
the mission he said, "Let's talk about your responsibilities. Our target
doesn't want a swishy fairy. To protect his manly image, our mark
requires his companions to be totally passable as woman."
"There must be other men out there with more delicate features and more
easily transformed, then my husband."
"Of course there are. An exterior makeover is the easy part. A few
surgeries and our doctors could turn any man into a beauty queen. It's
not so simple to get a man to develop mannerisms and attitudes of a
woman, to the point he can pass as a genetic woman in a public setting.
That is where you come in. We need you to teach Jack not only how to
look like a woman; but to act like an intelligent confident woman who has
had her heart recently broken by her spouse. In addition he needs to
present himself as someone who is happy and at home in his femininity.
We're convinced you're capable of teaching Jack to be that person."
Steve took a long pull on his drink and made a pronouncement, "Your
husband is a strong man."
Rose couldn't help herself, she laughed out loud as she remembered all
the times Jack had to seek her help to open stubborn jar lids.
Embarrassed by her actions Rose tried to recover, "I guess the government
isn't all knowing, my husband is a lot of things but strong isn't one of
them. He often has to partially unload grocery bags to get them out of
the trunk of the car."
Steve responded, "You misunderstood. I wasn't referring to physical
strength. We have a team of physiologists studying both you and Jack.
He is smart and extremely adaptive. We believe he'll not easily be
molded into the passive, submissive personality needed to appeal to our
target. Our experts are convinced he draws his strength of personality
from his relationship with you. That relationship must be stretched to
the breaking point. In fact I personally believe we need to cut the
umbilical cord of love to free him from his dependence on you."
Rose's expression changed from curiosity to one of concern, "How do you
envision that happening?"
Steve made no attempt to disguise the fact he was leering at Rose's
breasts. "Don't be na?ve the oldest way of course, infidelity. The key
is to keep him off guard."
Rose picked up her drink and sipped on it to hide her discomfort. Steve
leaned back and was balancing his chair on two legs as he continued, "You
are going to have to bring that relationship into doubt for him. The
easiest way is to make him think you are having an affair. Don't tell me
an attractive woman like you has never considered having a little
extramarital adventure."
Rose felt her cheeks blush a deep red, "I have of course thought about
it. There have been times I have been strongly tempted. However
imagining something and actually doing it are two different things. To
paraphrase my favorite TV character Mr. Spock, 'having something is never
as satisfying as wanting it'."
Rose picked up her drink and took a sip to buy herself some time as she
thought, 'There are several men and a few women at the office that would
make interesting bed partners. I wondered if my conscience will allow
for a brief dalliance, if I did it in the name of national security.'
"Come on Rose you can't tell me a sensual woman like you is satisfied
with a wimp of a husband."
Rose leaned toward Steve and wagged her finger at him, "Listen Mister
Secret Agent Man, you don't know anything about my husband. Is he
perfect? No of course not, his biggest fault is that he always sees the
best in people, how many men can you say that about? I picked him out my
last year in college and decided we were going to get married. I always
get what I want. So I let him chase me until I caught him. We have been
happily married ever since. When we graduated from school I had a dozen
job offerings. Jack was technically proficient and had good grades, he
went on several interviews but his lack of interview skills got him
passed over in each one. I agreed to come to Software R Us, on the
condition they hire him as well. It would destroy him if he ever found
that out. Don't let his appearance fool you. He is more of a man than
anyone I have ever known. At the risk of sounding apocalyptic, it sounds
to me like you are using my husband as bait in your fishing expedition.
I'm not all that familiar with the sport; but it seems to me the bait
doesn't normally fair very well. If you hurt him I'll hunt you down and
make you wish you'd never been born! I have plans on how out life is
going to play out. I'm using this opportunity to achieve my ends."
Steve brought his chair back to all four legs and played with the coaster
on the table. "Well give the affair idea some more thought, the
suggestion comes from of the best minds in the government. You can
pretend and just drop hints; however it would be more convincing if you
actually had a brief fling. I was thinking you should have an affair,
with someone who would devastate your husband's ego. The two most
obvious examples being your boss or I was thinking someone like me might
work. There's a motel right up the highway. We could be there in ten
minutes."
Rose had just ingested a large sip of her whisky. The vulgar suggestion
caused her to choke the alcohol squirted out her nose and ran down her
lip. Steve nonchalantly picked up his glass and took a long drink.
Before she could vocalize her thoughts, Steve reached across the table
and with his finger wiped the moisture off her upper lip.
He pulled back his finger and sucked the liquid off it saying, "I hate to
waste good whiskey."
Rose eyes grew dark with anger and her nostrils flared. "It seems to me
you have just stepped over the line there buster!"
"Well maybe I stopped on the line, but two consenting adults have a
little intimate t?te-?-t?te is hardly stepping over the line."
The heat of her rage changed to an eruption of fury. She leapt to her
feet in shock at the audacity of the man. The elastic waistband of her
dress caught on the curlicue wrought iron arm rest and tore causing her
dress to end up around her ankles. Rose stood proud like a queen
refusing to acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation; but wishing to
hell she had worn panties for the roundivious.
Rose calmly said to the gawking man, "See anything you like?" She bent
and picked up her purse and held it strategically to her front. She
glared at Steve and dared him to so much as smile at her discomfort.
When Steve broke out in a deep throated chortle, Rose lost it. She swung
a roundhouse slap directed at his arrogant face. Steve casually parried
the blow with his forearm, throwing Rose completely off balance.
She started to fall as Steve caught her in his arms, their faces mere
millimeters apart. Rose was sure he would kiss her. However Steve
surprised her yet again as he casually picked Rose up and carried her to
the waist high fence that enclosed the patio and gently placed her over
it. To the startled Rose he said, "I didn't think you would want to exit
through the bar in your birthday suit. The sidewalk will lead you back
to your car."
Once Steve was assured Rose had regained her footing, he egotistically
commented, "Careful Rose I think you are falling in love with me."
Rose rebutted, "Why you conceited, contemptible SOB, I never."
He went back and picked up her skirt that was still entangled with the
chair and handed it to her.
Rose took the remnants of her skirt, and faced the agent. She calmly
stepped back into her skirt with as much dignity as she could muster.
She pulled it up and held the skirt in place.
"Think about my offer, I get government rates at the motel. I'll be in
touch. Nice bush by the way. After you calm down, we can discuss this
some more, I'll contact you. We'll be seeing a lot of each other as this
thing progresses."
Steve turned and walked back into the bar. Slinging her handbag over her
shoulder she turned to watch Steve step through the doors and Rose
thought, 'He may be a bastard; but admittedly a handsome one. The view
from behind is just as good as the one from the front.'
Rose stood there staring after him, quivering with anger or some other
emotion less easily understood. Rose, less her dignity stormed back to
her car. Daisy was going to get it tonight, she was pissed and had to
take her anger out on someone.
With mixed emotions she made her way back to her vehicle. She drove home
her knuckles white as she fiercely grabbed the steering wheel. She took
the time to work on a plan to get to the bedroom without Jack seeing her
disheveled appearance.
"Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it."
Candace Bushnell
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