Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Three months ago Marco Silva disappeared. There had been no notifications, only a few last emails that gave away nothing, nothing save for the slightest hints at what he may be investigating. Macau, sex trade, dealings, much of it could be read between the lines, little of it outright said. The Agency had all but written him off not helped by his status as an outsider, an ally, but not a direct member. Resources would not be diverted toward locating him, particularly as there had been no telling signs of foul play, no hints that detrimental organizations had been behind it. Perhaps, it had even been suggested, he'd given himself to the vices of the region, becoming part of the circulating debauchery that just flavored the area. Mira knew better. Mira, soon to be Silva, did happen to be part of the Agency. As per guidelines, she'd traded away much of her real life, of her identity, to the cause. As per guidelines, she'd been training in isolation, selected at a relatively young age and brought up within their tight regime. The girl had impressed, particularly after she'd found support in her fellow agent Candy. Both were young, both were attractive as nearly every agent was, for ease of many missions, and both had complimentary skills. In training missions they'd often been paired together, and it was through that contact that friendship had blossomed. It was also through that contact that Candy had learned of Mira's almost outdated pure relationship with outside contact Marco Silva. Just interrupting a kiss had caused the already reserved Mira to start stumbling and flushing, acting every inch the innocent virgin with her One True Love. Their training had been interrupted, so close to completion. Superiors had insisted ignore signals. Mira had complied... for a month. Then she'd started using her own skills, hacking, researching, convincing with sweet, pleading tones. Eventually she uncovered more information, information about Marco's last location, information about a business that traded flesh, information that ended in Macau. now the pretty girl waited patiently in one of the lavish rooms of said business. Mira felt out of place. In many ways, she looked like a stolen European doll dropped amid the Oriental finery. A rounded face nearly radiated innocence, with wide blue eyes that sucked one in. Soft brown hair fell in delicate waves just past a pair of slender shoulders. Every bit of the girl looked petite, delicate, as if she would break with a strong bend. Often Mira could use that to her advantage her easy flush, her averted eyes, they all played quite well into masculine fantasies of her. That several happened to dovetail nicely with the truth certainly helped. But her lithe body possessed far more flexibility and strength than it would at first appear. Mira could all but bring her foot up behind her head, and she'd been nearly a gymnastics champion at one point. Bits of that were still betrayed, as she sat there in garb similar to her agent's training. Tight pants clung to a petite bubbled bottom. A black top compressed her already small chest further, making her seem practically illegal. All part of the appearance, naturally. Not quite as familiar was the lacy collar they'd insisted upon circling about her slender neck. A finger went up to trace it, wondering again. Something about a symbol of her status within the business? Mira knew that they still had orientation, though they'd passed initial inspection... meaning they were clean and physically appealing enough. Next to Mira sat her companion. The lithe blonde matched and complimented her friend in several ways. Like Mira, Candy happened to be strikingly beautiful, trading the innocence for an almost commanding sex appeal that drew men and women alike to her. Piercing green eyes promised much, and her sun-kissed skin and golden hair made her seem ready for the runway not that anyone would have denied Mira a spot either. Where the other girl looked doll like, fragile, breakable, Candy seemed almost like a lounging cat, all lean muscle packed into an outfit to match her companion's. Candy's breasts did push out her top a good deal more she had at least a size, if not two, on her companion. Her ass had a hardness, but not quite the same rounded shape. Plus, there was the nearly foot height variance. Makes me wish they'd left us reading material, Candy mused, stretching out before looking around. They'd been told to sit and wait, that the boss would arrive for their final inspection when he could. It had already been a while, and while both were patient, their mission and their own eagerness did make them slightly twitchy. Both knew that was the point, but knowing something was happening didn't make it happen any less fiercely. There's two exits and way above average security, the blonde continued, leaning back. Three, Mira corrected, her own eyes flicking. Main door, door in back, and a vent. You could probably fit in there, Candy replied, not sure I'd manage. Mira wouldn't smiled or shrugged or teased, but instead she looked around. They may be watched, they knew it. There had to be cameras here somewhere. Wonder if they're waiting for us to make out, Candy mused, stretching again, actually rising to her feet. Would at least give us something to do. Again, Mira ignored her friend. They'd done that before, at least once on mission they'd been assigned the lesbian lover cover at least once, and once when Mira had been excessively drunk and egged on by Marco according to Candy, only Marco's chivalry had stopped the petite girl from losing her virginity in a truly heinous threeway. She'd grown used to Candy's ribbing, and it normally would relax. But normally she wasn't impatiently waiting to start looking for the love of her life. I'd say give them, what, ten more minutes? Then we make out like teenagers, Candy said. She looked about to continue, but a door opened, pulling both girls' attention to it. The mission truly began in moments, and they had to be prepared.