MarieDavisRPs
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"Yes, you looked very beautiful," Danny said about Alex being undercover as a stripper.
She laughed, short and sharp, at the memory of that assignment. She didn't go into the case as a stripper; she'd gotten a job as a dressed hostess, only to one day be offered five grand by the oil tycoon who Danny was about to mention for perform a single two-song set; per the club's standard dance routine, Alex -- who'd started the set in a minidress and heels had shed her bra between the songs and her boy shorts a bit later, leaving herself dancing in only a thong and 5-inch heels.
Alex knew that she shouldn't have done it -- it had been so against Agency rules and could have ended her career -- but the money had been irresistible. Plus, Danny had been there to protect her if anything went wrong. Stripping before her partner had caused a bit of anxiety, of course, but in all honesty, Alex had had the hots for Danny anyway, so letting him see her tits had been somewhat of a turn on.
He continued, "...and your accent fooled the Russians--"
Again, Alex laughed. She reminded him, "I grew up in a Ukrainian household ... and the Russians we were after, they love to lord over the Ukes, just like they did before the fall of the Soviet Union. Bastards."
"Pulling you out was the right thing to do," he told her, "and we still busted almost everyone involved in that arms smuggling ring."
"Agree to disagree," she responded. They'd been arguing about this for over a year without resolution; Alex had thought that her cover was secure, but Danny and their bosses had thought otherwise. "We needed to get the man at the top. I was close!"
Even though she didn't want to admit it, Alex had known that some of the Russians were getting suspicious. She'd taken the tycoon's money for that one dance and then returned to clothed hosting, despite additional and significant offers from both the tyc' and others to both dance on the stage and dance in their laps. No other dancer in the place had turned down money like Alex had; women of that sort didn't do that.
Continuing to speak about needs, she joked, "And I needed those breast implants, too." She laughed again, knowing how untrue that was. Alex's C-cups were firm and pert and plenty enough for any of the men -- and women -- with whom she'd been naked in the past.
She flagged down the waitress for another round, but then waved her off as she looked to Danny with a flirty smile and asked, "If I told you that the safe room upstairs was empty ... and that I had the key...?" She didn't need to finish the question; he would know exactly where that was going.
If Danny took her up on the idea, she'd drop some cash on the table and lead him to the elevator, then the room, then the bed; there, she'd strip his pants off, sit him down, and give him the blowjob she'd wanted to give him many, many months ago.
She laughed, short and sharp, at the memory of that assignment. She didn't go into the case as a stripper; she'd gotten a job as a dressed hostess, only to one day be offered five grand by the oil tycoon who Danny was about to mention for perform a single two-song set; per the club's standard dance routine, Alex -- who'd started the set in a minidress and heels had shed her bra between the songs and her boy shorts a bit later, leaving herself dancing in only a thong and 5-inch heels.
Alex knew that she shouldn't have done it -- it had been so against Agency rules and could have ended her career -- but the money had been irresistible. Plus, Danny had been there to protect her if anything went wrong. Stripping before her partner had caused a bit of anxiety, of course, but in all honesty, Alex had had the hots for Danny anyway, so letting him see her tits had been somewhat of a turn on.
He continued, "...and your accent fooled the Russians--"
Again, Alex laughed. She reminded him, "I grew up in a Ukrainian household ... and the Russians we were after, they love to lord over the Ukes, just like they did before the fall of the Soviet Union. Bastards."
"Pulling you out was the right thing to do," he told her, "and we still busted almost everyone involved in that arms smuggling ring."
"Agree to disagree," she responded. They'd been arguing about this for over a year without resolution; Alex had thought that her cover was secure, but Danny and their bosses had thought otherwise. "We needed to get the man at the top. I was close!"
Even though she didn't want to admit it, Alex had known that some of the Russians were getting suspicious. She'd taken the tycoon's money for that one dance and then returned to clothed hosting, despite additional and significant offers from both the tyc' and others to both dance on the stage and dance in their laps. No other dancer in the place had turned down money like Alex had; women of that sort didn't do that.
Continuing to speak about needs, she joked, "And I needed those breast implants, too." She laughed again, knowing how untrue that was. Alex's C-cups were firm and pert and plenty enough for any of the men -- and women -- with whom she'd been naked in the past.
She flagged down the waitress for another round, but then waved her off as she looked to Danny with a flirty smile and asked, "If I told you that the safe room upstairs was empty ... and that I had the key...?" She didn't need to finish the question; he would know exactly where that was going.
If Danny took her up on the idea, she'd drop some cash on the table and lead him to the elevator, then the room, then the bed; there, she'd strip his pants off, sit him down, and give him the blowjob she'd wanted to give him many, many months ago.
