A Bigger Stage

[AndreaSubbie]

A little mystified, Rosi replied, "um, yes, I've seen it; but I've not been inside. Are we going there for coffee?"

While it seemed clear that they wanted her to go in her slightly risqué outfit, she wasn't sure what was going on.

Was she supposed to get a coffee from this guy so he could look at her? She didn't look especially exciting, she didn't think. But they knew what they were doing, and Rosi was more than happy to go along with it.

Standing up straight again she resumed the position.

 

[Blase]

"Not we, kitten, just you," Cindy clarified.

"We'd love to watch, but we've both got busy evenings ahead of us. But anyway, your mission, should you choose not to run screaming, is to beard the Owen in its lair and make an ordinary transaction - buying a cup of coffee or whatever - that just happens to give him a glimpse of your high beams."

"Try not to blind him or send him into shock. I'm reasonably sure that his left hand is the only lover he's ever known."

"Of course," Sarah added, "we'll want a full report at check-in time."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh!" Understanding what they wanted, "er, so if I twist like this, and lean forward?"

Rosi demonstrated what she reckoned would give a generous 'gape' to her shirt front, baring her boob to anyone in the right place looking in the right direction.

"Kind of like that?"

Rosi knew that she was enjoying this too much, and would have to restrain herself a little to keep everything within reasonable bounds, but she could do that.

Couldn't she?

Unless at the last minute, without support, she chickened out.

 

[Blase]

"Yeah, pretty much like that, kitten," Cindy responded. "Owen's tall enough that he'll be looking down at you in any case, so I don't think you'll have much trouble judging the angle.'

"He's also likable, in an awkward sort of way. He really tries to do a good job for the people who come into the cafe."

"I think you'll agree that he deserves a chance to see the breasts of us."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Rosi giggled at the little joke, liking how they could mix humour in with the fun.

"Ok, mission accepted. I betted get started; and yes, I'll be nice to him."

Wifh her prettiest smile in place, she turned to go, thinking about how best to approach her task.

She wanted to do it well, and also wanted to be kind to this man, make it look like an accident, maybe. Unintentional. Possibly even like she wasn't aware, herself.

Rosie was pleased that she managed to turn away without sending a kiss to her Mentors.

 

[Blase]

Owen

His name was Owen. You could tell that right away because the tag on his shirt said so.

Tall and gangly at nineteen, he had dark, curly hair and a complexion that certainly wasn't fair but stopped just short of being ruddy.

The effect wouldn't have been entirely unpleasing if he'd carried himself with a bit of confidence rather than constantly weaving his head as though people's glances were blows to avoid.

He was alone behind the counter at Cafe Java when the slim, pretty girl walked in. Being male, he instantly noticed that there was more skin on display than was often the case: Fairly short shorts that appeared to be slit, along with a tied blouse that left pretty much the girl's entire midriff bare, along with a quite interesting V of lovely skin that plunged down between her breasts, made for an outfit that was interesting, to say the least.

Of course the least was about all Owen ever said.

"Good afternoon, Miss," he said, getting in a preemptive flinch just before Rosi's could meet his eyes. "Can I help you with something?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, yes please, I'd like a latte and um," Rosi glanced along the counter and spied a display of confectionary towards the back, "and a cake."

The walk from the hotel hadn't been a long one, but it had been long enough that Rosi became acutely aware of how her breasts bounced inside her shirt now that she had no bra on, and more immediately, how her nipples rubbed against the soft cotton.

By the time she reached the cafe her nipples were thoroughly stimulated and she'd received appreciative stares from a few passers by.

Inside the cafe she was presented with a dilemma.

Standing up straight, shoulders back, her pokies did just that. Poke. She could feel them pressing against her shirt. Stooping slightly made her chest more discreet from the front, but offered a lot of boob on show through the opening.

While Owen, she knew he was called Owen because his name badge said so, made her coffee she looked at the cakes, deciding to avoid another unfortunate cream episode.

By the time Owen placed her drink on the counter she had made her decision.

Studiously gazing at the food display, allowing him to look at her without meeting her eyes, Rosi leaned over just enough to point to a piece of Carrot Cake, just enough to let him have an unobstructed view inside her top.

She held the pose, as if deciding, "Um, that one I think? Um, yes, yes that one please, Owen?"

Rosi glanced at his face, noting just where he'd been looking.

She paid for her selection, taking her time to fish the money from her purse so that he'd have another opportunity to gawp if he could find the courage.

Carrying her snack to a table nearby, making sure she faced the unfortunate Owen, she sat and arranged her things before getting her phone out.

To Girl Group she sent, "Bought coffee and carrot cake, offered Owen an eyeful high beam now sat facing him but not looking at him. Mission proceeding to plan, Out."

Rosi took a sip of coffee.

 

[Blase]

Owen carefully prepared the girl's drink. Being naturally detail-oriented had actually helped to make him into a pretty good barista, and it showed in his work.

Inspired, if not actually emboldened by Rosi's appearance and kind manner, he chose to finish her latte with a design of concentric hearts with a rose growing from the center of them. Such timid offerings were unfortunately about as close to romance as Owen ever really came, even on the infrequent occasions when he managed to make a date with someone.

"Here you are, Miss," he said, setting the coffee on the counter while looking past her right shoulder towards a point on the far wall.

That lasted until she leaned over and absently pointed to a piece of carrot cake that she wanted. Because when she did, her top bowed in a truly miraculous curve, and wonderful things fell into view.

By the time she paid for her snack and went to sit at a table, a smitten, soft-voiced Owen was feeling rather better about his day.

He still hadn't seen her eyes, though.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

After a mement's thought, Rosi sent an update to Girl Group.

"High beams may have dazzled but not to the point of rendering blindness. No eye contect yet, Mission proceeding, awaiting further orders, over."

Quite pleased wih herself, Rosi enjoyed her coffee, which was indeed remarkably good. So was the carrot cake.

 

[Blase]

Already at home, Cindy glanced at her phone when it chimed.

Further orders?

She had a sudden feeling that Rosi's limits might be a bit beyond those of the average new submissive.

What to do? She thought for a few moments, then began to type with just a bit of urgency:

Cindy: Please limit engagement to visual contact. You are cleared for another pass but do not, repeat, do NOT escalate beyond ascertaining that subject has targets in sight. Over.


She knew that her reply probably sounded silly, but it was the best she could do on short notice.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

On seeing her phone vibrate, Rosi checked the incoming message and smiled, liking the pretend Mission Control and her Assignment.

Thinking back to the war films she'd watched, Rosi sent, "Roger your last, will take another pass aiming for visual target acquisition, over."

Getting up from her seat, which of course required her to momentarily lean forward again, Rosi went back to the counter.

"That was such a nice coffee I'd like another, please, " she asked in her best sweet innocent manner, and then leaning towards the cakes again added, 'and may I have another of those, to go, please?"

Obviously that meant she had to again point to the slices of carrot cake and inadvertently allow another unobstructed view of the high beams on full display.

"Oh, and Owen, I liked the design you put on the top of my coffee," giving him her one thousand watt best smile.

Back at her table she sent, "second pass successful, believe target saturation achieved."

Rosi sipped her second coffee.

 

[Blase]

Unexpectedly, the next message came from Sarah.

Sarah: Acknowledged. Well done.

Virtual debriefing will occur concurrently with nightly check-in at 9:00pm.


Not so may hours later, just before 9:00pm, both girls sat in their respective homes, waiting for Agent Rosi to make contact.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

On returning to her hotel room, Rosi sat on the edge of her bed and looked out of the large picture window.

Another eventful day. She smiled, wondering how she had managed to survive before meeting Sarah and Cindy. If was as if they had become her entire world, and everything she thought or did revolved around them. What they said, what they did, what they wanted. They made her feel valued and appreciated, beautiful and desirable. It was heady stuff. Like rocket fuel. She needed to be careful and follow their direction to avoid blowing herself up.

Untying the shirt she let it lie open, looking at her reflection in the glass, liking the tease. Keeping her heels on she stood and dropped her shorts, stepping out of them.

Moving about her room and adjusting lamps until she had the right effect, she faced the window again and took a picture. It came out just right. it looked like dusk outside, the view still visible but darkened, while her illuminated reflection was superimposed on the glass. Legs accentuated in the heels, breasts barely hidden by the shirt fronts, loose shirt tails tastefully just obscuring between her legs.

She then undressed completely and took another of her looking relaxed and reflective looking out at the panorama.

Fluffing up her pillows she reclined on the bed and sent both pictures on Girl Group.

"Days mission complete. Believe successful. All tasks achieved. Returned to Base. Awaiting Mission Control Assessment and further Orders. Over."

 

[Blase]

Sarah swiped and tapped her phone a few times. Perhaps a minute later, all three girls were on a conference call.

"Love your photos, kitten!" she was saying. "You're starting to get quite artistic with them!"

"So, tell us how it went with Owen!" Cindy chimed in. "He's sort of cute isn't he? If only he could look at people!"

"Did he get a good look at you, do you think?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'm pretty sure he got at least two really good looks inside my shirt, ha ha, and he put little hearts and a rose in the froth of my coffee!" Rosi responded, a smile on her face as she remembered.

"And yes, he's kind of sweet, and deserved the tip; well two tips actually, pink ones!"

She grinned at her own joke. "I let him see my high beams when I bought the coffee, he had another chance when I got my money out, and then same again for the second round. Was that what you had in mind? Did it go how you hoped?"

Rosi's tone betrayed her desire for approval and also implied that she'd happily do something like that again.

 

[Blase]

There was quiet on the line for just a moment, then Cindy said, "That's pretty hot, kitten. I bet you made his day."

"Not to mention his evening," Sarah added. "How much do you want to bet that right at this moment he's at home, probably in his room, thinking of you while he strokes himself?"

"I have to admit you had me just a little worried when you asked for further orders," Cindy laughed. "Um, no, Agent Rosi, please don't debrief the target on your own, ha."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Ooh, I like being Agent Rosi! But no, I wont debrief the Target on my own or exceed the Mission Parameters! Hey, can I be double-oh something, licenced toThrill? Ha ha."

Changing tack, she added, "but seriously, Sarah, you think he might actually jerk off thinking of me? That would be, um, quite flattering?"

Rosi knew she had to restrain her enthusiasm and not push too hard, keeping inside the sensible constraints of her Mentors. Thank goodness she had them. But she was excited by how positive they were being, and turned on by the flashing and her photos and being naked now, in her bed, drapes open and lights on.

"I wish I could be with you both; just curled up naked at your feet would be enough, I think."

 

[Blase]

"Ha, it's a pity we can't have him do it in front of you, kitten," Sarah teased. "Imagine if he could see you the way you are now: He'd probably have his pants down at the speed of thought, stroking with tremendous urgency and growing more tumescent by the moment until he groaned and splashed his approval onto your body from across the room."

She chuckled again. "Well, that's the fantasy, of course. More likely he'd turn red, then white, then turn and bolt, not stopping until he got safely home to his mom."

"I do like the naked at our feet thing, though," Cindy said. "Pretty sure that can be arranged at some point."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh yes please, Cindy, I'd really like that,, really really like it," Rosi's voice was quiet but heavy with need. "With that collar and chain?"

"And Sarah, that fantasy! Oh my, yes please! That would be amazing, feel amazing. It makes me want to touch myself, but I won't without permission. But oh, to have a man jerk off like that, looking at me, staring, then shooting all over me!"

Rosi shuddered at the thought, a shudder of pent up feelings becoming more and more intense.

Rosi took another selfie, waist up, capturing her expression, and sent it to them both.

 

[Blase]

"Do you suppose she could be Agent Double-Oh sixty-nine?" Cindy speculated. "Too obvious?"

"Hmm," Sarah mused, looking at Rosi's latest pic, "Maybe more like Double-B?"

"Maybe we should take a closer look."

"Kitten, can you take a minute or so to, uh, draw out the finer points of your report, then send us another pic?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Again Rosi was turned on hearing Sarah and Cindy talk about her like she couldn't hear, and a whimper had escaped into her phone.

"Um, yes, of course, and um, a number eight is like a letter bee, so perhaps, double-oh-eight?" her breath was a little short as she tugged hard on her nipples, one at a time with her free left hand.

"I'm, er, pulling out the, er, points, oh," then muttered, "fuck!" quietly.

"um, ok, ready!"

Rosi took another selfie, her nipples swollen and hard, pronounced, puffy atop her pale cones, her face a picture of sexual frustration. She sent it to them both.

"There, did you both get it? Agent Double-Oh Eight reporting mission completed, requesting success status?" Rosi was panting.

 

[Blase]

"Control acknowledging," Sarah said sweetly.

"Suggest you open lower quadrant access and bring this mission home."

"Then show us."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh fuck!

Rosi breathed heavily into the phone and opened her knees wide, pulling her lips apart and rubbing vigorously for a few seconds, enjoying the immediate but temporary relief, soon overcome with need.

She was already wet and puffed down there, and she took another selfie from low down, capturing herself open and ready, a finger inserted from beneath, her face a picture of torment.

"Uh, Agent eight reporting follow up mission completed, lower quadrant open and ready, requesting permission to bring the matter to a climax, er conclusion?"

She sent the picture hoping Sarah and Cindy were enjoying this as much a she was. Her breathing was rapid and shallow as she waited for their approval, permission, or further orders.

 

[Blase]

"Cleared for double-digit ingress," Sarah responded.

"Go now!"

"Go hard!"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh Fuck!"

Squishing sounds filled the room as Rosi used the two finger technique and rapidly thrust in and out, now from above so she could use her thumb over her clit.

Swithching to video she recorded a shaky ten seconds that wouldn't win any cinematic prizes, but clearly showed everything that needed to be seen.

It didn't take long for a series of mini ripples to run through her body, and as soon as she was under control again, she sent the video to her Mentors and sighed into the phone.

"Oh fuck, that was hot .. um .. Agent 8 reporting hard ingress and now egress .. regret resistance overcome and Agent cummed-over herself,"

Rosi's breathing was beginning to return to normal.