The Graduate (5)
MI6 Academy, Fort Monckton, Portsmouth, UK
“Thank you for coming back to see us, Agent Anderson,” Luke Willoughby said, emphasising her newly appointed job title as he waved Lacey into a chair.
“Sure, no problem. I was just surprised to be called back so early after my graduation, that’s all. What was it that you wanted to see me about?”
Willoughby rubbed his chin as he stared at Lacey from across his polished oak desk. He smiled at the fact she did not address him as ‘Sir’ and raised his eyebrows at the newly graduated Agent. “You met Roger Moore, I understand?”
Lacey had been introduced to Moore at the SIS HQ the same day that she first left the Fort Monckton Academy, and recalled how he had been reviewing her documented report while she stood in his office. It wasn’t quite the most awkward moment of her young life, but it wasn’t far off (see Agent Provocateur).
“Yes Sir, I did.”
“Well, he has asked me to personally run a few more tests past you.”
“Tests … Sir?”
“Did you not wonder why Mister Moore wanted to see you, Agent Anderson?”
Lacey could have answered facetiously and said something about wanting to ogle her body and stare at her breasts, but she thought better of it.
“Yes Sir, now you come to mention it, I did.”
“Well, he has something in mind for you Agent Anderson, and he needs me to take you through a few routine workouts
first?”
“First?” Lacey repeated, but Willoughby was giving nothing more away. “… I can fetch a change of clothes for you and we can do it right now.” He continued.
Lacey sputtered out a yes, still a little surprised at this turn of events, and she soon found herself in the main gym changing room holding a pair of navy-blue gym shorts and a matching t-shirt with a small MI6 logo over the left breast. She quickly changed and headed out to the large gymnasium. It wasn’t empty … men and women were lifting weights, riding exercise bikes, or walking on treadmills. In one corner of the gym, which had thick mats on the floor, a small group was engaged in light hand-to-hand combat.
Along with one of the agency’s trainers, Willoughby walked Lacey through a set of exercises to test her strength and endurance. The trainer seemed happy with Lacey’s performance, and afterwards Willoughby took her to the padded corner of the gym to spar with another female agent. Lacey used her judo moves to flip the woman to the mat over and over, and she even held her own against a male agent who was taller and heavier.
Once the workout was over, Lacey showered and changed back into her street clothes, whereupon she was returned to Willoughby’s office.
“Good,” was the word the Academy Head spoke as she took the offered seat. What that implied Lacey had no idea, other than she assumed that she ‘passed’.
“So, is that it … Sir?” Agent Anderson asked.
Willoughby sat back in his seat and exhaled. “Not quite, there is something else we need to talk about.”
“Oh …” The confused girl responded.
“I’d like a little more information about your, erm, personal life. Do you mind telling me how many men you’ve slept with?”
Lacey’s face went red. “Actually, I do mind. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I’m sorry Agent Anderson, but I must insist that you answer my question.”
Lacey let out an irritated sigh then shrugged. “Just one Sir, actually no wait, make that three after those goons who abducted me …”
Willoughby nodded apologetically. “What does it mean to you … sex?’
“What? I erm don’t really know. I don’t attach a lot of importance to it. It’s like seeing a movie. It’s fun while it’s happening, but a few days later I don’t remember much about it.”
“Do you currently have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Have you
ever had a boyfriend?”
“Not really.”
“That’s surprising, because you’re a very beautiful girl.”
“And beautiful girls can’t be single and independent?”
Willoughby shuffled the papers on his desk. “Did you love the man you slept with?”
Lacey thought back to her High School teacher, Kurt Harbinger
(see Lacey’s first time), and then replied, “No.”
“So having sex with someone you don’t love isn’t an issue for you.”
“Obviously not. Now when are you going to tell me what all of this has to do with … Sir?”
Willoughby leaned back in his chair and laced his hands over his stomach. “Mister Moore has a mission for you. It requires a female Agent working alone.”
“And he wants me?”
“Yes, he does.”
“Well, I’m flattered, but it sounds like a job for a more experienced Agent, so …”
“Where are your parents from originally Agent Anderson?”
“Erm, Malmo in Sweden.”
“Are you Swedish?”
“I guess, I mean I was born there, but …”
“Do you speak Swedish?”
“Yes, fluently, but …”
“The mission is in Stockholm, Agent Anderson, that’s why the boss needs you.”
Lacey nodded; she was beginning to understand. “So, I guess I have no choice then if I’m to follow orders?”
Luke Willoughby nodded.
“So, will that be all, Sir?’
Willoughby smiled. “Almost, but not quite. The next thing I need you to do is strip so I can make sure you don’t have any scars, birthmarks, or other bodily colourations.”
Lacey just stared. “You’re joking, right?”
The smile slid from Willoughby’s face and he crossed his arms over his chest, the body language saying
Do I look like I’m joking? “You will be a Swedish Escort Girl Agent Anderson, and you will need a convincing back story, so please, remove your clothes so I can take the required notes.”
Lacey knew she had a great body and never felt self-conscious about showing it, but stripping naked in her erstwhile boss’s brightly lit office in the middle of the day so he could
make notes just seemed creepy. But she also knew the MI6 wouldn’t hire her as a honey-trap without being absolutely certain about every aspect of her. The young Agent knew there was no way to get out of this.
So how is this supposed to go? Slow and sexy like a striptease, or quick and simple like I’m at the doctor’s surgery? Lacey’s head suddenly spun.
Because Willoughby was already glancing at his watch, Lacey decided on the second option. Biting her lip, she stood up and reached for the buttons on her blouse. Informally dressed, Lacey wore a white button-down shirt and tight faded blue denim jeans, and she stared at a spot above Willoughby’s head as she unfastened the shirt then dropped it on her chair, exposing her pink lace bra … all that now covered her ample breasts.
Turning sideways she flicked open the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down before wriggling her way free of the denim. The bra went next, followed quickly by the thong, and soon Lacey stood stark naked with her arms hanging loose at her sides, ready for ‘inspection’.
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Willoughby tried to show no emotion, but his cock was so hard he had to shift positions in his chair to ease the ache. His voice came out low and rough as he asked the girl to turn around, which she did.
Holy shit, the Academy Head thought,
her body isn’t just great, it’s perfect; those breasts, those legs, that amazing ass, and all of it wrapped in skin as smooth as satin. He asked her to face him again, and now her perfect body was back on full-frontal display.
“Okay that’s fine,” he croaked as dispassionately as he could manage.
The beginnings of a smile crept onto Lacey’s face.
I’m just ‘fine’? she thought.
Sure, and that’s why you look like you’re about to have a heart attack, you perve.
“Now I have another test for you,” Willoughby said. “No, leave them, you’re fine the way you are,” he added as the girl reached for her clothes.
Lacey dropped her blouse again. “What kind of test requires me to be naked?”
“A test of cunning and resourcefulness. I want to see how fast you can think on your feet and handle a critical situation at a moment’s notice.” He stood and walked to the front of the desk, then perched on the edge of it with his legs slightly spread. “Imagine you’re alone in a room with a Senior Military Officer who’s about to meet with the Chinese and sell them the blueprints of our latest stealth bomber. You need to distract him for 20 minutes so he misses that rendezvous. Show me how you’d do it.”
“Y … you mean here? Now?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
To Be Continued …
