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The Pink Pussycat Club Adam Keynes had been in his gilded prison for some three weeks now with his two fellow inmates. He had been given a choice of prison or working for the Government. It had not been a difficult decision to choose the latter option, but now that he was here he was expected to work as part of a team and to achieve results. The problem was that he really did not get on with the other members of his team. The nerd Liam Quayles spent most of his time on the computer and had little time for interacting with his fellow conscripts. Indeed he made it quite clear that he did not value social intercourse as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. Tanya Holden was a precious brat who made it clear that she felt that he was a weird pervert. She told him in no uncertain terms that she didn't want him to go anywhere near her bedroom or her clothes. Agent Desmond Wilkes had been kind enough to him, now that the issue of the missing money had been resolved, but he expected the team to be able to perform. Adam had briefly been amused that Agent Wilkes had named his fledgling team 'The Axis of Evil' but that had faded when he realised the challenge that they faced. Secret plans for a new missile had been stolen by a talented mistress of disguise and MI6 needed a result in getting those plans back. What little information had was that this person was trying to sell the plans at somewhere called the Pink Pussycat Club in London. Agents had managed to get wind of the sale, but as yet had been unable to find the identity of the person selling it. The 'Axis of Evil' was being sent in as a backup to a group of seasoned agents. Adam's room had a number of differences to the other two agents. First of all, he had an extensive wardrobe that mainly contained female clothes and a small supply of male clothes. Most of the drawers were filled with women's underwear and there was a vanity table loaded with all the makeup a woman could desire. As yet Adam had not worn any of the clothes, though he had browsed through them out of academic interest. Secondly, there was a shelf filled entirely with women's wigs of various colours and styles. Finally, and most disturbingly, there were latex moulding tools should he desire them. Today, however, Agent Wilkes took Adam from the gilded prison for the fitting of his new 'costume'. He was not sure that he liked the sound of that. They had extensively measured him when he had arrived and now he was being lead down to the basement of a large building where there was a large machine and a make-up vanity. A lady dressed as a scientist, complete with a pen behind her ear and a clipboard, came up to them as they approached. Agent Wilkes introduced the scientist as Catherine Hopwood. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Hopwood," he said politely. "It's Mrs Hopwood, actually, I've been married sixteen years now, but please call me Cath," she replied. "So, you're the guinea pig for the fitting then?" "Er... yeah, I guess so," Adam said somewhat nervously. "Now if you could just strip off, we'll get the whole process started," Cath told him. Seeing as he had no alternative but to do this he did as he was told, stripping down to his underwear. "And the rest, soldier," Cath said. Agent Wilkes nodded to him to say that he should comply. Adam slightly embarrassed pulled down his boxers to reveal his manhood. "Now I want down to rub this cream all over and then go shower it off. When I say all over, I really mean ALL over. Then you're going to go take a shower, sunshine." She emphasised the word all, and Adam realised exactly what she meant by the word. He complied and felt a tingling sensation all over his body including the parts that Cath had meant with her inclusive 'all' word. In the end Adam could not wait to go and shower and get the tingly cream off his body. As he showered he watched all the hair come off his body. He stepped out the shower to towel himself off and instantly felt the cool air on his body. He had shaved his legs and arms before, but never felt that coolness over all his body. Cath Hopwood walked over to a cabinet and pulled out something flesh coloured on a hanger. Adam was experienced enough at female disguise to guess exactly what this was. "Yeah, I can guess how to put that on," Adam told her. "Anything I should know about it?" "It's a little more advanced than you're probably used to, but I'm sure you'll work it out," She replied. Adam took the waist nipper that was lying on the vanity, put it on and tightened it as far as it would go. He then picked up the suit and felt the material the suit was made out of. It almost felt like real skin to him and he eagerly slotted his legs into the legs of the suit. His legs slid into the suit as smooth as butter and he pulled up the arse and crotch over his own, before he remembered that he needed to push his penis into whatever pouch the suit had in it. He felt around inside the suit until he found the pouch and he manoeuvred his penis into place carefully before finishing pulling it up. Adam the pulled the top half of the suit over his chest and was disappointed at the size of his new breasts. He carefully twisted his arms so that he could fit them into the arms of the suit and felt to ensure each finger fit into the fingers on each hand. He noted as he did so that the nails were already painted black. "You may need to do me up at the back," Adam told Cath. "It's usually somewhat difficult to do by yourself." Cath came round and zipped him up before handing him something very pink looking. When Adam sorted it out he discovered it was a mask with a mass of pink-blond hair. Adam fitted the mask as best he could and headed over to the make-up station to blend the mask in and do his make-up. Cath handed him a gown that he put on to cover himself. Adam looked at himself in the mirror and saw a pink haired beauty staring back at himself. "I think the hair will need to be pinker on the final product," Agent Wilkes told Cath. "There are a few other things I think that need changing for the mask. I'll discuss them with you later." "No, I think it's just perfect," Adam replied. He checked out the curves of his fake body and as he touched his fake breasts he felt the touch of his hand on his nipples below the suit. "What the hell!" he exclaimed as he did so. "I see that you've found one of the special features of the suit," Agent Wilkes told him. "This technology was developed by the KGB in the late 1980s before the Berlin Wall came down. They frustrated us for many years with it, and the Russian mafia managed to get hold of it after Communism fell around 2001. We've been trying to get a hold of one to take it apart for some time, and recently one of them fell into our lap in Swansea." "The suit has another little surprise for you, but you can find that out for yourself, Adam," Cath added. "Your new name will be Gemma Walsh. Get used to it as you get used to the suit. I'll be sending a folder up to your room with your new background for you to learn. Once we have the mask perfected I'll send that up and we can take photos for your identity cards." Agent Wilkes was all business in his attitude. "Here, you'll need to spray this into your mouth," Cath said, handing a small perfume-like bottle to him. Adam eyed it suspiciously, but was hardly in a position to refuse, so he did as he was bid. The spray almost made him gag, and he had to make a real effort not to choke. "That's horrible!" he said at last, his voice now coming out somewhat higher than normal. "The spray will last approximately five hours at a time and is not reversible. It'll wear off in its own time," Cath told him. "This is bloody incredible! Do the others know about Gemma?" Adam asked, a wicked thought sprung to mind. "They haven't been briefed yet," Agent Wilkes said flatly. "Don't worry," Adam said, "I'll brief them myself." *** The Chameleon had spent some while sorting through the possessions that he had taken from the body of the man who had betrayed him on his last job. There was little to go on, but one thing had caught his eye; a box of matches from some club in London called the Pink Pussycat club. He did some research on the club and it seemed to be some sort of gentleman's lap dancing club in Soho. No doubt the ladies there provided other services for the customers who could afford them in the back rooms. If he was going to get any answers, and maybe his money back for the plans that he still had, then it would be there. His only decisions now were going to be how long he should wait, and who he should wear. *** The large man with a big jowly face, who allowed his subordinates call him Boss - or sometimes, if he was exceptionally pleased with them, Hugo - sat back in his leather chair. It was the first time that Nico had failed him and that failure had cost the organisation a one hundred and forty-five million pound payoff. In addition, Nico had managed to destroy and lose the extremely expensive prototype suit that was being used in the field for the first time. Hugo was sure that the remains of that suit would fall into the hands of MI6. This was the second failure in a matter of months and masters in Russia would not be pleased. As head of operations in Western Europe he was expected to keep the money rolling in. Were it not for the success of his two other 'gurls' this weekend in Paris with the jewellery robbery, then he would be really worried, but that success meant that they had made a healthy profit this month. The jewellers' security had been used to letting the Arab Prince and his two wives to the shop without any of their normal checks. A simple mask for the lead robber and Liam and Kieran in their sexy suits and masks of the wives was sufficient to get them in and able to clear the place out. They did not need the new expensive technology for that job as they did not need to fuck a man, just look real enough on the surveillance monitor. Nico was one of his four special 'gurls' that he had trained over the past six years. During the cold war he had been in the KGB and they had used many a honey trap here in Britain. The problem with honey traps was that they were as likely to fall in love with the victim and defect as to succeed. He had learnt an important lesson then - success was much more assured when the operative did not get emotionally involved in what they were doing. Having men disguise themselves as women ensured that he had no recurrence of that problem and with increasingly powerful disguise technology they could be any woman he wanted them to be, within reason. Though they were easier to keep and good operatives, they were harder to train and the technology was costly, but as long as he got results the R&D cost was a drop in the ocean. Nicholas, or Nico for short, was his tall gurl at 5'10" and also the first he had recruited. In a way he had a soft spot for Nico but he didn't want to let it show. He could not reward failure, which was not good business. He looked at the security feed and saw Nico knocking on the door. "Come in, Nico." "Evening boss," Nico replied somewhat subdued as he approached the desk. "You don't need me to tell you how disappointed in you I am," Hugo said. Nico hung his head. "No, I don't. I can't believe that I had to cut and run like that, but it was better than me singing for the spooks." "Indeed. I have a new job for you so don't fuck this one up." Hugo threw a broken folder across the desk to Nico who took it and began examining it. "Chardonnay?" He exclaimed "I can't believe that any one calls their child that in real life. I thought it was only on fictional soaps." "No, that's her name. She'll be leaving her private school soon for summer holidays with her dad. The real Chardonnay will, of course, not make it there and you'll replace her. I want you to study that file and the DVD inside it closely. I want to find out what MI6 know about the suit and if you can find out where that little Northern Bank robber disappeared to. I was hoping to be able to recruit him as a new 'gurl', but he didn't get processed through the regular penal system and I smell a rat. Mr Edward Trevelyan, as Private Secretary to the Justice Minister, will of course have access to the Ministers' boxes. I need to know what's in them and Chardonnay will have a good chance of getting that." "Why can't I be the wife? It'd be much easier, boss," Nico stated plainly. "Because if you read the file without asking dumb questions, numb nuts, you'll find she died last year of cancer. Chardonnay is seventeen and he adores her. I'm sure you can be the adorable daughter, especially if I give you one of the new advanced suits to play in." A big grin spread across Nico's face. "You're so good to me boss. Who'll be banging me then?" "Read the file and stop asking me pointless questions. And don't lose this one N07. I do not have infinite resources and I do not like failure." "Right you are, boss." With that Nico departed the office back into the main area of club. Hugo watched him go on the monitor. Most of the others treated their special duties as a job, but only Nico loved doing it. The fat man who called himself Hugo sighed. Trouble was coming to the Pink Pussycat Club and he could feel it in his very large bones. *** Adam put some clothes on that had been provided in the lab before he headed back up to his apartment. He noted that the provided clothing was very Goth / punk in style; he assumed that this would fit in with the role he was to be playing when they were finally given their mission. For now though he wanted to test his disguise on the other inmates of the 'Axis of Evil' to see if he could really fool them. Adam opened the door and pretended to be shoved through it by some unknown person behind him and pulled the door shut as he fell into the room on his face. He made sure that he fell in a way so as not to hurt himself, and pushed himself up slightly on his hands to check whether the others had noticed. Liam sat at the table had glanced up from his laptop briefly and was trying his best not to be seen to look at the new arrival. Tanya on the other hand was giving 'her' a good stare, scrutinizing the new girl with precision. "Yeah, and don't think I'm going to put up with that kind of crap, either!" Adam shouted back, his new feminine voice sounding strange from his mouth. "Welcome to the Axis of Evil," Tanya said flatly. "I'm Tanya and that's Liam. So who are you, what's your gig? We already have a nerd, a thief and a drag queen." Adam didn't like being called a drag queen, even though technically what he did was drag. "I'm Gemma, and what I do is my own business," he replied and stuck his tongue out. "Which one are you then, the drag queen?" Tanya shot him a look of pure hatred. "No, if you must know I'm the thief and I'm the brains of this operation. You'd do well to give me some respect. " "Do I look like I respect authority?" Adam replied, getting into the punk role. "No, but you look like it's time you learned, given that you're in here now," Tanya replied. Adam stood up and faced his tormentor. His policy had always in the past been to stand up to bullies and he saw no reason to stop now, even though he now looked like a pink haired young lady. "Who put you in charge of this crapshoot?" Adam demanded. His new voice made it more of a shriek than he would have liked. "I've assumed the position of authority here as our resident nerd says less than a chicken nugget and our resident fairy is hardly going to command any respect around here. He's not even here to meet you." Tanya's air of superiority might have been quite convincing on the weaker willed, but Adam was made of sterner stuff. "So, you just feel you can lord it over the rest of us then? Well, I've got news for you, sister - Gemma Walsh bends to no one." With that he picked up a strawberry from the fruit bowl on the table and started to eat it seductively. As he did so, he got a look at the screen on Liam's computer. It had a semi-naked woman on it, and he was just that little bit too slow in switching the screen across to a programming window. Good to know that he has fantasies other than hacking, Adam thought. "I'm not lording it over anyone," Tanya said tartly, "I'm merely trying to give some direction to this sorry band of misfits. The authorities here don't seem to have a clue. Of course, now you've joined our little band, we'll have to make room for you too." "I'm already a member of 'your little band' as you put it. I'm Adam," he said smugly. Tanya looked at Gemma carefully and then cast her gaze up around her as if she was trying to see if there were any hidden cameras in the room. "This is either a test or an unfunny practical joke," Tanya stated finally. "You're a girl, not some weird cross dresser. Don't think that I can't tell the difference." "Well, obviously you can't," Adam replied, still in smug mode. "Now I'm going to my room." *** Nico took the suit out of the plastic wrap that it had arrived in and laid it out in front of him to begin the transformation process. He had already taken off all his male clothes and donned a waist nipper to bring his waist measurements into the required level. He laid the suit and mask out on the bed in front of him and smoothed the dark brown mass of hair out to get out any tangles that had formed during shipping. The zip at the back of the suit was already open and Nico was eager to get inside the fake Chardonnay suit. He slipped his shaved legs into the fake latex ones and adjusted his toes to fit inside those on the suit before pulling the lower half up. He pulled the padded hip and bum section to his own waist and then put his hands inside to force his penis into the pouch of the suit. Nico had the usual problem, however, as his excited cock was standing to attention and it was impossible to push back between his legs. There was nothing for it but to give it some attention before he could complete that part of the process. Having done that he then had to clean up the mess he had made before he could continue. With his penis now starting to shrink down, Nico was able to tuck his cock between his legs into the special pouch and pull the padded rear up over his own. Getting the upper part of the suit aligned and his arms into the arm pieces was much easier now that he had previously had practice with these new suits. He adjusted the breasts over his own nipples so that he would get the sensations when someone touched his fake breasts. Once everything was in position he pulled up the tiny zip and fitted the mask together with the dental caps and contact lenses. He looked at the naked figure of the woman now standing in front of the mirror and put on a sexy pout to test out the fix of the mask. Satisfied with the suit's fit, he put on some of Chardonnay's clothes that the organisation had purloined the other week to get the size straight. He began with a pair of pink flowered silky panties and a matching bra. The white banded top and leopard spotted skirt were not really the clothes he felt that really suited her and he was anxious to be into the school and in her school clothes as soon as possible. Nico was always excited taking on a new role. He had read the file in detail and he knew a lot about the family and Chardonnay's place in the family, but no background material was ever perfect in telling him everything he needed to know. He had been on a knife edge on several occasions in the past, due to a lack of full research. The new suit required his waist to be nipped in as far as it would go, but Nico did not mind since this was one of the premium suits. He would hopefully have an opportunity to try it out later since young Chardonnay was apparently very friendly with her next door neighbour, a boy by the name of Nathan. Nico decided that Chardonnay would get extremely friendly with Nathan, as he was really keen to try the realistic girl parts out on his new suit. He had to wait in the van until the retrieval squad gave him the all clear and he could head up to Chardonnay's room in the school and replace her before her father picked her up. One of the members of the retrieval squad tapped on the back of the van and Nico carefully climbed down careful to ensure that he did not snag his tights on anything. Nico headed into the school straight up to the dorm room where Chardonnay stayed during term time. He had memorised the route from the plans and passed the two thugs who had already removed the real Chardonnay via a back entrance. Her clothes, which the thugs had previously stripped from her body, were still warm on the bed. Nico stripped and then dismissed the thugs. He picked up Chardonnay's white cotton panties and gave them a sniff. He could still smell her feminine musk on them and had a sensual experience slipping them over his fake bottom. He put on her matching cotton bra with practised ease and then put on her school uniform. Nico definitely thought her uniform suited her figure better than the other clothes. Chardonnay had already packed like the good little girl that she was, so Nico had little else to do as he waited for his 'dad' to come and collect him. The door suddenly burst open and two other girls in uniform came bounding into the room. "Char, we're going to miss you over the summer," the blonde one said. Nico had no idea who these two were, the information had not gone into all her school friends so he had to bluff it. "I'm going to miss you both too," Nico said, Chardonnay's voice coming from his mouth. He went in for the girly group hug and was rewarded with a large hug from the pair. "You will write to me over the summer, won't you, Char?" the brunette asked. "Of course I will. Now, no doubt your folks will be here soon. I'll see you next term." Nico hoped he could give them the brush off before they started asking something he did not know the answer to. "Sure. Look after yourself over the summer," the blonde one said as she waved goodbye to the fake Chardonnay. The brunette gave her a wink as she too departed. So far so good, thought Nico. Now he just had to charm the old man as well, and he would be set as the cuckoo in the nest. *** Adam shut and locked the door to his room in the apartment before starting to explore and test the features of his new suit. After stripping out of the clothes he had put on in the lab, Adam checked his new breasts out as though he were a real woman checking for breast cancer. The first thing that he noticed was that the nipples on the breasts were as sensitive as the breasts of a real woman. Touches to his nipples were transferred down to his own nipples like a little pleasurable shock. Given that his breasts were sensitive, Adam decided to explore his fake vagina also. He decided to start off by gently rubbing on the clitoris and was rewarded by a massaging of the tube that his penis was encased in. The sensation of his cock was quite stimulating and although it was firmly imprisoned beneath him between his legs he could feel it growing. Next he slipped his finger into the tunnel itself of his fake pussy and found that he was already wet down there. He pushed his finger in and out, but that did not seem to do much, so he changed tactics and started to finger where he knew the 'G' spot to be. "Christ almighty!" he said aloud. As the intensity of the rubbing on his cock increased, the flow of the lubricant increased and he felt himself move into maximum extension. It was not going to take too much more of that to make him explode within the suit. Adam pulled out and slowed the pace down, teasing himself a bit at a time to make it last longer. After a few minutes, with his imagination in overdrive, it was all too much and he could feel himself buck as he came within the suit. In many ways this suit now made him almost all woman, and given the new features he had discovered he was not surprised that Tanya could not tell that he was not a woman. This new job was certainly something that was going to change his life. He used toilet tissue from the lavatory to mop up the juices in his fake vagina. He could not help having a little taste of the substance that was in there and was delighted to find that it was remarkably similar in taste to a real woman's pussy juices. These people think of everything, he thought to himself and decided that he had better start studying up on Gemma Walsh from the folder in case he was quizzed on it later. Adam was yanked out of the reverie of memorizing his new pretend life by Agent Wilkes knocking on his door. "Wait a sec, just making myself decent," he said and grabbed a sweatshirt and some jeans to put on before opening the door. Agent Wilkes looked down at his bare feet. "Get some shoes on young lady, you have a couple of lessons to attend," he said. Outside in the communal area of the apartment he heard Tanya telling Liam, "I told you that she was a girl and not that fag in disguise!" *** Nico got out of Chardonnay's father's Jaguar carefully, sliding his legs so that his school skirt did not ride up and let the entire world see his knickers - not that he would have minded, but he had an image to project as the seventeen year old daughter of an important government official. As he got out of the car he spotted the neighbour Nathan watching him. There would be time for some fun later, but for now he wanted to get himself established in the house. "Daddy, I'm going to get changed. Can you have Wilkins bring my bags up to my room please?" "Okay, dear," Mr Trevelyan said to his daughter and kissed her on the cheek. Nico took the kiss like a good, faithful daughter and bounded up the stairs. He was faced with a choice of three rooms, and he chose the one where he could see pink walls. As it turned out, he chose correctly and looking back at him were several posters of boy bands adorning the wall of the room. Nico headed over to the walk in closet to assess the taste in clothes of his chosen subject. The wardrobe was chock full of clothes and shoes; her father must have doted on Chardonnay after her mother died. Though a number were not to his taste, Nico felt there was enough there to keep him happy. Nico undressed from his school uniform and selected an orange dress to wear for the day. He decided to go through Chardonnay's underwear drawer for something a little racier than her matching white cotton bra and panties and found a suitably sexy set of black and red underwear from Anne Summers. Having slipped into his new lingerie, he put on the orange dress and decided to touch up his makeup. He checked whether it would be better to have his hair up or not in the mirror, but ultimately decided that it looked better down. The tantalising glimpse of his fake breasts peeking out the top of his dress and the shape of his fake curves sent Nico's penis inside his fake torso into extended mode. The boy next door deserved only the best, and there would be little else he could do to get the information he needed until late tonight, so why not have some fun on the job? Nico was bi and enjoyed making love with both sexes. He lived for sex of all kinds and actually he suspected that he was a sex addict. These new suits had made it such that he could truly enjoy sex as a woman, and he intended to get the maximum use out of it whilst he could. Nico headed outside and found Nathan hanging around outside his parents' house not doing much but waiting for 'her' to appear. "Hi Chardonnay!" he said coyly to her. "I bet you're glad it's the summer holiday now." "Yes, I'm just wondering how I'm going to spend all my free time," Nico said in response, hoping that Nathan would take the bait. "Maybe we could do something together over the holiday?" Nathan asked nervously. This was slow going. "I'd like that. I don't have any plans for tonight yet." Nico threw the bait out and stretched to emphasise his breasts. "Really? How about we take a movie in together?" Nathan said eagerly. "I'd like that. Let's call it a date," Nico replied. Nico realised that the little fish he had hooked was going to need a little coaxing to show him the way to the water. *** Adam was lead through the building to a basement room. The room looked a bit like a gymnasium, though ominously there was a silver pole in the centre of the room surrounded by a mat. He knew exactly what this meant since he had read up on Gemma's background: she was a pole dancer from the North East who had come down to London to seek her fortune. Since Adam had never done any pole dancing in his life before, he guessed that this was not going to be a floor show for him, but a hard lesson in the art of pole dancing. Agent Wilkes introduced Gemma to her teacher, a woman by the name of Myrta Vasletski. She was of all things, a Polish pole dancer, and Gemma struggled to keep a straight face when he found out. Adam was no longer grinning after ten minutes of trying to get to grips with the art of pole dancing however, and by the end of the lesson his muscles ached all over. "That's better Gemma," Myrta said to her pupil, "but you must push your chest out more. The customer's vill vant to see what you have to offer them." Adam, as Gemma, thanked 'her' teacher as nicely as he could, given the agony he was in, and headed back up to his room. He had three more days to get the routine right before he had been told he would have to give a performance in front of a man. He ignored Tanya as he headed to his room; he was too tired for any more arguments now, and headed straight to bed. *** The film had been a dreary rom-com and the sex had been somewhat substandard given that Nathan was so nervous and inexperienced. On top of that, they had had to do it in Nathan's dad's car that was in their garage, and Nico always felt that sex in a car was somewhat restrictive. There just was not the room in a car to fully spread his legs and get the man to press properly on the magic button that was his 'G' spot. Asking the inexperienced Nathan to find his fake clitoris was like asking a blind man for directions. Still, Nico pulled his knickers up and straightened his orange dress as he kissed Chardonnay's lover goodbye. He supposed bad sex was better than no sex, but he would have to educate his new lover a bit if this was going to be a long term cover. He headed back to Chardonnay's house, getting her key from her bag and letting himself in. By now it was gone one in the morning, and Nico hoped that Chardonnay's father would be in bed. He sneaked into the study area downstairs and headed over to the ministerial attach? case. He slipped a little electric device from his handbag and attached it to the combination lock on one side before setting it going. After about thirty seconds, three numbers were displayed on the face and Nico set three dials to those numbers. He then did the same on the other side and flipped the locks open, careful not to damage his long nails as he did so. He began looking through the documents in the bag. He discarded a report on dangerous criminals, a report on prison overcrowding and a report on policing numbers until he found what he was looking for. The final report was something to do with the theft of the stolen plans. He read the executive summary before getting a camera from his handbag and taking a picture of each page. He'd get them to his boss tomorrow at the agreed drop off point before heading down the West End to do some shopping. Theft of Prototype E-382-NVV6 Euro Rocket Executive Summary Plans for the new European Rocket capable of holding a payload of 50 megatons were stolen from Mr Graham Stuart on his way to the European defence conference in Brussels by persons unknown posing as Mr Stuart's wife Julia. Investigations have so far linked the theft to a criminal organisation probably hailing from Eastern Europe. There have been indications that someone will be attempting to sell the plans at a notorious venue in London called the Pink Pussycat club over the next few weeks. It is expected that the people who stole the plans have waited for several weeks until everything has died down after the theft before trying to sell them. Potential buyers for the rocket may be North Korea and China. It is suggested that two of our top agents, Cameron Bankes and John Spenser will be sent in to the club to recover the plans. The untried 'Axis of Evil' will form a backup unit, though since they are an experimental unit and there is a high risk of an unfavourable outcome, they will only be used if absolutely necessary. The boss would be pleased. The files he had photographed had not only the names of the agents being sent against them, but also their photographs. This was going to be like shooting ducks in the park. Whoever this 'Axis of Evil' were, it sounded like they need not worry too much about them. *** Over the next few days Adam had gradually got more and more used to his pole dancing classes. This day was going to be somewhat different however: it was the day that he would have to give a live performance in front of a man who did not know that 'Gemma' was actually a man in a bodysuit. Adam had been told that the man would be in full control of the encounter and he was expected to be a good little girl. He was not at all sure that he liked the sound of that, but given the predicament that he was in there was very little that he could do about it. He was now effectively a secret ward of the state and he had to do what they wanted of him or else he would be sent straight to prison for a long time. Much as he was not keen on the idea of being their pawn, he was even less keen on the thought of spending the rest of his life in jail. They had changed the mask on the Gemma suit to match the comments from Agent Wilkes, and Adam now found that his hair was pinker and much less ordered. He put on the minimal clothing that he had been given for his performance, which consisted of a minimal sparkly black and silver bra and panty set. He added the black heart shaped pendant so that when he had to remove the minimal clothes that he was wearing, he would not feel completely naked. It was not much consolation, but it was all he was going to get. Adam headed out of his room in the apartment to go to his appointment and was stunned to find Liam look up and call him over by name. "Adam, I have something to show you," the geek told him. Obviously Liam had come to terms with his talents much quicker than Tanya was likely to. "I found the designs for the suit that you're wearing in the MI6 mainframe," he continued. "It's got some fascinating features." Adam was doubly shocked: firstly, that Liam could hack into the MI6 database and secondly, because Liam really did not seem to care that he was a man posing as a woman. "You're not freaked out then?" he asked. "No, the tech inside that thing is absolutely fascinating - cutting edge stuff. Of course, the suit is stolen technology. The government tried to cover it up and claim it as their own, but I can still see the original Russian script that's in the technical diagrams." Liam went back to tapping away on his laptop, hardly looking up from the screen at Adam and his glorious breasts. Adam was pleased to see that he did glance up once at them, but quickly looked back down once he knew he had been spotted. "Anyway, I have an exam to go do now," Adam said. "I assume that her nibs is still in bed?" he added, referring to Tanya. "No," Liam replied absently, "she had an assignment to do today as well, though she didn't tell me what it was." "Fine, I'll see you later," Adam concluded. He was starting to get used to hearing himself talk like Gemma now. Adam headed back down the lift to the training room not sure exactly what to expect. He was greeted outside the training room by Myrta who fussed over 'her' costume and started to give 'her' lots of last minute advice. For the first time, Adam wondered if his instructor actually knew that Gemma was not a real woman; he had assumed that she had been fully briefed, but now he was starting to wonder. "And you vill be okay if he starts getting frisky wiv you, von't you, Gemma?" Myrta asked. "You have had a man before, haven't you?" "Yes, I have." Adam answered truthfully, though he was not sure he liked the direction that this test was going in. He was now even surer that Myrta had not been told, which meant that he was definitely getting something right. "Then remember all I hav told you and know 'em dead, honey," Mryta said, patting Adam on the behind as he went. They had given the pole dancing stage a little bit of decoration, but apart from that it was exactly as it had been in training. There was a man sitting not far away from the stage in a plastic chair waiting with arms folded. Adam had expected his audience to be some pervert with glasses who got off on this type of thing, but the man facing him was a good looking blond haired guy in his thirties, wearing a sharp business suit. Adam began his pole dance, trying his best not to be self-conscious and let himself go with the moves and the flow of the dance to the music. His open silver and black bra would certainly give the man a good view of his assets as he gyrated round the pole, but as the music changed he sexily removed it whilst gripping the pole with his thighs. This was one of the real killer moves in the routine as it strained all the muscles in his legs. Having released the bra to the ground, Adam swung round, letting his breasts jiggle sexily as he moved. Had he not been so frightened of being failed and sent back to jail, Adam would by now have been quite hard inside the suit. Finally Adam finished his routine and the man motioned him over with his finger to the chair where he was sitting. Adam, unsure as to what he was supposed to be doing, dutifully obeyed the man and walked up sexily to him. He only had his panties on now to cover up any dignity that Gemma had left. "Get your kit off, luv," the man said very unsubtly in an Essex accent. "You're making me so hard I need a shag." Adam was desperate not to fail - he could not bear the thought of going to jail. He sexily inched down his sparkly silver and black panties, revealing his fake pussy neatly topped off with a dark brown patch of pubic hair. "You like what you see?" Gemma purred at the man, though inside Adam was deathly afraid of what was coming next. "Yeah, you got nice tits, luv, now let us have a feel," the man with the Essex accent continued. Adam moved closer to comply and was rewarded with the man starting to grope Gemma's assets. Adam could feel the consequences of the man's hands massaging his breasts, with a wave of pleasure being sent down to his own nipples through the electrodes in the breast forms. It was a much more amplified affect than his little tests with the breasts previously and Adam could not help muttering "Oh God" under his breath in reaction. "Oh, you like that do you? Well, I have something else here for you." With his other hand the man unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect penis. "Do you want me to come and play with your little friend?" Adam found himself asking as Gemma. "Do I ever! Now bend over the chair and get ready for heaven, darling!" the man from Essex demanded. Adam held on to the back of the chair as he bend down and exposed his naked arse to the man. He was expecting the worst, but it never came. "Hold it there, please," the voice of Agent Wilkes came over the tannoy. "Mr Hyland, I'm afraid to say that you have failed. Please report back to your superiors and continue with your normal job. Please will you stay there, Miss Walsh, and I'll be down in a minute." So I'm not the only one on trial today, Adam thought. Agent Wilkes came down and motioned for Adam to retrieve his garments and put them on again. "Well done, you passed the test without flinching. I know this isn't easy for you, but in the field you may need to go all the way, and I had to see if you'd be prepared to do that for the mission. Alas, prospective Agent Hyland proved less than good in his seduction techniques and will be reassigned back to desk duties. The Axis of Evil is currently on standby for this job, so I want you and the others to be ready to go at a moment's notice. If you get the go ahead we'll try to get you a job in the club. Remember at all times to be careful, though - once there, you'll be in the view of the enemy at all times." "We're on standby, yet Tanya's currently off doing something for you?" Adam asked innocently. "No one in the Ministry thinks that you lot are worth the money to keep out of jail - I have to prove them wrong. I'm just trying to ensure that if we get the opportunity, then we have all the cards in hand." With that, Agent Wilkes winked at Adam but did not elaborate further. *** Several days later, the Chameleon watched as the two MI6 agents entered the bar of the Pink Pussycat club. They stood out like sore thumbs, and if he could spot them in a second, then the bad guys who ran this place certainly could as well. It would be suicide for him to make contact with these agents and so he just watched from his position behind the bar rather than do anything else. Two of the hostesses from the club that he had not seen before latched onto the agents soon after they arrived and persuaded the men to buy expensive drinks. *** Agent Cameron Bankes knew the blond haired woman called Candy was being paid to be nice to him, but in true James Bond fashion he was confident of her ability in the bedroom to charm her and pump her for information as well as in the conventional sense of the word. His partner, Agent John Spencer, would no doubt be doing the same with the redhead who had latched onto him. The girls here had to know something about what was going on in the club and perhaps might be able to point him to anyone unusual. He finished up his whisky chaser and then downed the rest of his pint. Alcohol and sex with a beautiful woman were always a nice combination. As they headed up to the back room Cameron noted the cameras following his movement. He would have to be careful in case the club sent some assassins again him, but he was armed and fully trained in all forms of combat. He was quite ready for anything they had to throw at him. Candy was certainly willing to throw her enormous bosom at him and given the money he had slipped her downstairs, had already began to pleasure his cock with her sensuous mouth. She stopped though just as he was on the border of cumming, and pushed him back onto the bed where she mounted and started to ride him. "Have you seen anything unusual here recently?" He managed to ask whilst concentrating on not blowing his load into her. "Shhhh darling, there'll be time for talking later," she said in her slightly American accent. Although he was quite erect down below Agent Bankes was finding it harder to move his muscles. They seemed to be seizing up on him. She started to ride him harder as he said. "What... is... going... on?" The words seemed harder and harder to get out and he no longer could see straight. "The drug is beginning to take effect now my dear. There's a good boy, don't fight it." Candy said to him. "Now if you'll just be the gentleman and let me come first, I'll put you out of your misery." Agent Bankes heard Candy start to orgasm and then felt a pillow put over his face. His struggles were to no avail, and gradually he slipped into oblivion. *** The blonde woman called Candy set to work as soon as she felt the life go out of the agent. She removed the pillow from his face and headed to the secret compartment to bring out some moulding supplies. She quickly made the mould of the dead man's face and signalled the expert mask maker to come in and do his work as she redressed in her red underwear with little white hearts on it and the tight red dress that she'd been wearing. Candy's job was now done, and she could go back to her apartment and relax and enjoy herself. Another Agent Bankes and that other agent would be heading back into MI6 to make a false report before going missing the following day. Who the imposters were, she really didn't care as long as the cocaine supply kept coming. She slipped on her red heels and out of the room that was even by now a hive of activity by the clean-up squad. *** The Chameleon watched from his vantage point as the various people from the back rooms of the club headed upstairs with an assortment of equipment. They had done this sort of thing before and it was almost like a military operation as the various people went about their business and came back having seemingly completed their task. He noted that it was quite some time later that the two MI6 agents came back down the stairs, though upon studying them he knew that things were wrong. The 'women' who had gone upstairs with them had come back down several hours ago, so they had not been with them all this time. One of the two agents had a blood stain on his jacket that they hadn't quite managed to completely scrub out from the material. It was now quite clear that the organisation who had tried to rip him off certainly had their claws into this place. He decided that he would need to be extra careful on who he trusted here. The agents had been overconfident and had paid for it with their lives: he was determined that he was not going to end up the same way. *** Candy arrived back at her apartment and slung her purse on the bed in a casual, haphazard manner. She went over to her dressing table and unzipped her dress and slipped out of her heels. She casually undid her bra and pulled down the red panties so that she was now completely naked in front of her mirror. The blank look on Candy's face showed a detachment from what she was doing. The blank look gradually crumbled as she reached round behind her head under her hair and began to unzip the mask that she was wearing. The face underneath was both very different and very similar at the same time. The face had the same blank expression on it, but this face was that of a 35 year old man which looked odd on the body of the sexy Candy. In the club he was Candy and he had to be her at all times, but here in his own apartment Dave Masterton could be himself again. That was, until he snorted his next line, in which case he would go off into his own world. He reached behind his back and located the zip that would free him from his feminine prison. He pulled it down and eased himself out of the suit. Some of the others he knew got a sexual thrill from becoming a woman, but he did not. Once out of the suit he left it on the floor and headed into the kitchen area to hunt out his line. He did not care in the least that he was naked. The Russian mafia had got him hooked on cocaine and now he did their tricks for them to keep his supply going. He did not care what he did as long as he got his supply when he was not working. Becoming a girl part of the time was not something he had bargained for, but the cocaine had numbed his natural aversion to it and he had accepted his lot as just another job. He would need to put the Candy suit back on later, but for now he could just be himself for a while. *** The Axis of Evil had been called into Agent Wilkes's office early the following morning. Agent Wilkes had a grim expression on his face and even Tanya quit her whining when he glared at her. "They say be careful what you wish for," Wilkes began. "Well, I'd hoped that I'd get a chance to prove the worth of this team to the country - now it seems that I've got my wish, though not in the manner I would have liked. Not only are two of the country's best agents now probably dead, but we had a serious security breach here last night. Luckily, the files on this team have extremely restricted access and haven't been compromised. So, consequently, I've been authorised to use this team to recover the situation. First, I want you, Tanya, to report on what you found Agent Holden to the others." Tanya sniffed and puffed up her chest to make it seem that she was more important than the others before she replied. "Well, I checked the places that you asked me to. Their so-called 'security' was a joke. I could have made off with anything out of that warehouse given a suitable method of transporting it out. It's some sort of high tech factory. They've got some sort of computer chips that no doubt our resident nerd would recognise, as well as latex and fake hairpieces of all sorts. I'd say it's their factory where they make their disguises. The other address you gave me was a bit more of a problem - it was an empty office, absolutely nothing in it. It looked like someone had moved out some time ago as the spiders had moved in and started decorating." "Thank you, Agent Holden. Now, Agent Quayles... could you update us on your assignment last night please?" "I checked out all the people you asked me to last night and I can tell you one thing: the man who runs that club doesn't exist. Now, to the unintelligent policeman, Mr Alexi Vitenka most certainly does exist, but if you really look deep at the identity it starts to fall apart. I guess that about a third of the people who work at that club are like that. You can fake documents and get records onto computer systems with the right access, but you can't bring that person to life without really doing some work. Where'd they go to school? Where'd they live in the past? Once you really try and trace it, the identities break down." "Thank you, Agent Qualyes, and good work both of you," Agent Wilkes said. "Now, I guess you see what you are about to be unleashed into, Gemma? One of the pole dancers will be very fortunately winning on the lottery tomorrow and will be quitting her job. You will be applying to fill that job, Gemma, and you'd better get it. I want you in there to hunt out those plans and I don't want to frighten off this organisation by going in with a mob of police as we may never get the chance to recover the rocket plans, so you'll have to be extra careful. Liam, I want you to check over Gemma's identity with the thoroughness you did last night and ensure that it passes your tests. The opposition will be looking at Gemma's background with a fine tooth comb, and I don't want them to discover she's a fake and is really a young man named Adam." Adam heard a slight gasp escape from Tanya's lips at that, though she did not look at him and kept her expression neutral. "Now, you three are a team and I want you to work as such," Agent Wilkes said with a more determined tone. "You will be relying on each other in the future and one small slip could be the death of any one of you. Adam will be in the most danger on this particular mission, but in future it could be any one of you. Now Liam, take Adam / Gemma back upstairs and apprise her of the employees that you think are real and those that have fake identities in that place. The ones without fake identities might not be trustworthy, but those with fake identities are definitely dubious and should be treated as the opposition. Now, if you're all clear on that, go and get to work!" *** Nico was feeling quite chuffed with himself. The Boss had been exceptionally pleased with the information he had provided a few days ago and had suggested that he stay undercover as Chardonnay to see if he could find any more information about this secondary team that MI6 were deploying. This meant that Nico could stay in disguise in the Chardonnay suit and enjoy himself whilst he worked. The argument with Chardonnay's father had started when he had suggested strongly that Chardonnay get a job over the remainder of the summer holidays. Nico, like Chardonnay, wanted an easy time of the summer to go and do what 'she' liked. Her father was certainly rich enough to keep his daughter in style all summer, but he had suggested that doing some work would be good for her. "You can't just laze about all day with your friends, Chardonnay," Edward Trevelyan told his 'daughter'. "When I was your age, I was out earning a good wage and helping my parents out." "But things are different now," Nico moaned sulkily like a real teenager would. "You don't need any financial help, so I don't need to go work." "It'll be good for you to get out of the house and have some real experience in the world," Edward insisted. "It's just not fair! Alison Grant's dad doesn't make her do slave labour, and he's taking her on holiday to the Bahamas!" Alison Grant was one of Chardonnay's phone contacts, but Nico had no real idea if he did or did not make her work. It was just the sort of thing a teenager would say though. "We can't go on holiday until the parliamentary recess, you know that. I don't care what Alison Grant's dad does, young lady, you are going to work for the summer, and to that end, I have an interview lined up for you tomorrow at a friend's packing factory. Now, I want you on your best behaviour, else I'll cut off your allowance." Nico folded Chardonnay's arms and pouted, trying to simulate a real teenager's sulk. He really was upset at this turn of events as it would restrict the time he had to work on educating Nathan on how to please a woman. Nico might not be a real woman in his Chardonnay suit, but it did allow him to feel a man in a similar way. Next assignment he might not have this kind of freedom to play in one of the high tech suits and he needed serious loving as often as he could get it. "If I hear from Mr Collinsworth that you've deliberately tried to flunk the interview, then there will be consequences." Edward Trevelyan left it hanging as to what those consequences might be. Nico decided to storm out at this point, just like a real teenager. He only had today to work properly on Nathan, so he wanted to get started as soon as he could. *** Gemma's interview at the Pink Pussycat Club was at nine AM, well before any disreputable customer would be slinking into the club for drinks and entertainment. Adam's new identity had been given a small rented flat in an unfashionable tower block in Wandsworth as Gemma's home in case he was followed or otherwise checked up on. They had provided Gemma with clothes suitable for her age and fashion preferences as well as fake family photographs and an assorted clutter suitable for a real girl. Her jewellery was also wired for sound and it was Liam's responsibility to monitor the frequency and ensure that if Adam got into any danger the appropriate people could be alerted. Gemma was greeted at the side entrance to the club by a woman in her mid- thirties with black hair and dressed in a sexy pink cat costume. "Hello, are you Gemma?" she asked. "Yes, I'm here for the interview," Gemma replied. "I don't know about an interview but if you can waggle what you've got on stage and please the boss then I'd guess you'll be fine," Marianne replied. "I'm Marianne by the way and I'm the meet and greet hostess here and have been for nearly seven years now." Adam mentally went through the notes on the employees that Liam had provided him. Marianne Bletchley was one of the real identities so possibly more trustworthy. "Thanks, I'm a bit nervous actually," Gemma replied. "Oh, don't be, honey. If you've done this sort of thing before then I've heard you just learn to ignore the men ogling you, or so the other girls say. I'll take you through to the changing area." Marianne lead Gemma though to a small room with three makeup tables and a few upright coat stands. The summer air was already warm that morning and there was no sign of rain so Adam had decided against a coat, but he had brought a bag with his stage costume to change into. Marianne remaining behind chatting with Gemma changed into her stage clothes which were the same silver and black number she'd worn for her test. Adam learnt that Marianne only did this because it paid well, as she needed the money to keep her little boy. The father of little Oliver had scarpered as soon as he knew she was pregnant and the child support agency had failed to track him down, so she was forced to do what she could to pay the bills. This job allowed her to work daytime hours whilst Oliver was at school, with next to no qualifications needed. It was a plausible story Adam thought as he finished changing, but he knew that he could not allow himself to be suckered in like the other agents. "I've been chattering on like a fishwife and I've not let you have a chance to get a word in edgeways. If they take you on you'll have to tell me all about yourself, Gemma. You're the third one he's seen this week, I hope you get it." Marianne smiled a warm inviting smile to Gemma as she led her through to the stage area. Adam had not counted on there being any competition for the job. The stage area was much more ornate than the practice area that Adam was used to in the depths of MI6. He handed his music CD over to a guy in a suit and moved to the pole. Looking out from the stage he could just make out a big fat man sitting on a large sofa through the lights glaring at him from above the audience. The stage was open on three sides with tables laid out closely around it for a good view of the performer. When the music began Adam began to move around the pole as he had been taught - he even threw a few little extra shimmies in to make his breasts wobble in an adorable fashion. When he finished, the guy in the smart suit came up to Gemma and spoke. "Wait in the back, luv, while I talk to the boss." Adam picked up the bra and panties from his costume that he had discarded during his routine and made his way back to the changing area. This was it: his future freedom depended on him getting this job as a pole dancer. *** The big fat man that everyone knew as Hugo waited for his two senior men to join him at the sofa. "Well, Roland, does she smell good?" the fat man asked. "Her credentials check out," Roland replied, "and from what I can tell she is what she says - a northern lass who's come south to make some real money." "Is there anyone that would miss her if she disappeared one day?" the boss asked in a more menacing tone. "No, she's severed connections with her parents from what I understand." "Good. Not that we'll need to do it, but I always like to have that option. Performance wise, Delilah, what do you think?" he asked the other, more fancily dressed, man. "Well she's a bit rough around the edges," he man said in a very camp voice, "but a punk routine with a bit more attitude really might be a nice change to the other girls. I think she has potential." "I agree and the pink hair goes with the theme of the club. Hire her, but keep a close eye on her for the first two weeks. Oh, and Delilah, get her working on the new routine this afternoon ready for her to start tomorrow," the fat man said as he hauled his bulk off the sofa and back into his office. *** The following day, the Chameleon watched the new pink haired girl gyrate around the pole with her new routine which now incorporated much more attitude, including giving the finger at one point. There were about a dozen pole dancers at the club that rotated in shifts for the pleasure of the men who came here. The Chameleon suspected that many of them did tricks also on the side and he wondered if the new girl Gemma would do the same. The daytime hostess he knew did not do any tricks as she had told him the day he started. If you wanted to know anything about what was going on around the club, then she would more than likely know and tell you. She had an easy way with people that made you want to tell her everything about yourself. That was a rare talent, though she was also dangerous as she could not keep any of the gossip she had heard to herself. If you wanted to keep anything a secret here you did not tell Marianne - not that anything the Chameleon had told her had been remotely true. Because of her lack of discretion, he suspected that she was not a member of the organisation that had hired him. The upper management here certainly did not tell her anything important, though they did value her skills at bringing in the customers. He had seen the blonde and the redhead a few times around the club, though there were long periods of time when they were absent. They seemed to target men very specifically like the two MI6 agents, though most of the other men survived the experience. The Chameleon suspected blackmail as an alternative weapon that was wielded on these particular individuals. All this was very interesting and useful information, but he was nowhere near uncovering a buyer for the rocket plans that he had safely stashed away. Sooner or later he was going to have to make a bold move, though he was hesitant to do so with so many of the organisation that tried to kill him for them around him. *** Tanya Holden was confused about her feelings. She had been so sure that Gemma was a real woman and not the pervert Adam Keynes in disguise that she had sort of got used to Gemma and her punk attitude around the place. She had suspected that with a little bit of manipulation, she could have made Gemma her friend. However, now that she knew the truth about Gemma, her sense of femininity had felt violated and she had tried to avoid the fake girl for days. However now she had broken into the apartment of one of the women who worked at the club, a certain Candy Evesham and she had received another shock. The apartment on the face of it was that of a young woman, but when she searched it thoroughly as she had been instructed she found that there was more to Candy than met the eye. For a start, Candy had a sizeable stash of a white powder that Tanya suspected of being a narcotic of some description. Secondly, she had an entire closet filled with men's clothing in the spare room. Finally, when she explored the closet in the main bedroom, she found a secret catch which when unlatched revealed a secret compartment. Hanging within that secret compartment were three flesh coloured bodysuits, there were also three masks on wig stands and some false teeth and contacts. Hardly daring to, Tanya examined the suits. They were obviously meant to be women since each had obvious breasts attached to the front. The outer skin felt very real and she was unnerved by the touch. Next she opened the zip at the back of the first one and looked inside where the breasts were. In the centre of the back of the breast form was a round pad like those used in EGA monitoring. She decided reluctantly to look down inside the suit to the vaginal area. There were two tubes inside the suit. One thicker one had what looked like rubber rings circling the tube and a thin tube at the end that was connected to the outer part of the suit. The other seemed to be more of a stretchy sack when she felt it and seemed to go to a larger opening on the outside. She came out of the suit and turned it around. The vagina on the outside of the suit looked very real and when she parted the vaginal lips and put her finger inside the fake cavity she could feel that the cavity was slightly moist and when she withdrew her finger and smelt what she had found she was revolted to find that it was a mixture of something that smelt like her own juices and semen that was several days old. Whoever owned these suits had not cleaned them out after they had had sex in it last time. Given the construction of the suit, the person who had been inside it had been a man. Tanya felt extremely weird touching and exploring the suits. They were so good that she knew that most people would have been fooled, just as Adam had fooled her with a similar one that MI6 had made for him. With suits this good then anyone she met might not be who they said they were. In the dangerous world of spies this meant that she would need to rely more and more on her partners. That meant helping the nerd and the pervert that were her team. She started to rationalise things in her