XXX Story Alias Episode: Phase One Season
Sydney Bristow opened the door and walked in to the master suite under
the lustful gaze of the two men. They stared at her intently as she
walked in wearing the black Bra and panty set. As they looked at her
and then at one another the larger of the two men snarled and said in
Russian “No put on the red one.” as he waved his hand at the young
girl.
Sydney then turned and walked in the other room to change into the
other teddy as directed by her “customer” the voice in her ear chimed
in “picky bastards aren’t they Syd?” Michael Vaughn said through the
microphone earpiece she wore. Sydney just smiled to herself hearing
her colleagues joke. Sydney quickly changed into the red teddy as she
thought about her mission.
The CIA had learned of server 47 just under 18 hours ago it was the
only link between all the SD cells, and just what Sydney and the CIA
had been looking for. Server 47 was a continuously airborne 747 that
lands only to refuel and is guarded by a man named Macor (the fat
man). As payment for spending his life on the jet, he was supplied
with an unlimited number of call girls. Syd’s mission was to gain
access to the server in the main cabin by playing a high-priced
hooker. Server 47 was a flying computer used to store and connect all
parts of the Alliance Crime organization. It was the only link
connecting the cells the CIA had ever found and the best hope to
destroy them.
The Alliance was paying a Russian computer programmer to maintain
their top secret server. The plane was equipped with every amenity
anyone could ask for and was never on the ground for more than thirty
minutes. It was connected to the other SD cell servers via satellite
up links and never landed in a country friendly to the US. The plan
was manned only by the Russian his bodyguard and the pilots.
Agent Sydney Bristow now found herself playing the part of a French
prostitute to the Russian programmer. The crime organization had
provided him a lavish lifestyle and new women at each stop in exchange
for his work on their flying server. Sydney Bristow now found herself
flying at thirty thousand feet above some eastern European country.
She knew she had to separate Macor from his body guard Ivan in order
to gain access to the server.
Sydney after checking her appearance in the mirror (to the approval
of Agent’s Vaughn and Wiess who are watching and listing via the
hidden surveillance camera and mic hidden in Sydney’s necklace and
earring.) Hoping to get Macor alone Sydney opens the door and enters
the master bedroom as seductively as she can.
Macor and Ivan stood and watched in disbelief as the young CIA agent
strutted in as provocatively as any hooker they had ever been
entertained by. Macor followed Ivan’s eyes as he looked up and down at
the agents barely covered body. Then Ivan stopped and gazed at
Sydney’s crotch, her trimmed bush clearly visible through the lacy
material of her teddy. Then Macor saw an opportunity to humiliate the
American agent once again.
“No, I ordered a girl who was shaved clean.” He said pointing to
Sydney’s crotch. “Go shave that off as you should have.” he said
angrily.
Sydney couldn’t believe the Russian bastards new demands she was on
her forth change of clothes and now this. She looked around trying to
decide what to do. Macor’s body guard stood next to his employer, his
hand in his jacket. Sydney knew the man was holding his gun to
intimidate her and she considered just taking both men down at once
now. She took stock of her surroundings again and knew she wouldn’t
stand much chance of success. What limited information she had been
given before she boarded the plane had told her both men carried a gun
at almost all times and that the body guard was an accomplished
martial artist.
“I said shave you whore.” Macor growled again.
“Don’t blow it Sydney just do what he says and finish the mission.”
Vaughn implored her in her ear.
Finally Sydney turned and started to leave the room looking troubled
and hurt. “You can use the shower or bath. Razors are in the cabinet
but don’t take long you’ve made me wait to long now already.” Macor
told the girl. Then under his breath she heard him speak to his body
guard “Fucking French they still haven’t figured out how to use a
razor.” He sniped to the laughter of his guard. As the door closed
she heard his final instructions “Get it all! Don’t miss any and that
includes you arms.”
Sydney walked in to the large restroom and removing her necklace and
earring to give herself as much privacy as possible she placed both on
the counter next to the sink. She then place a wash cloth over the
miniature camera not wanting to give anyone any free looks at her.
Sydney quickly tried to think of alternatives unable to think of any
she turned on the water and undressed.
She quickly shaved what was left of Pubic hair before putting on the
red Bra and Panties as she had been ordered to.