Thread: NUDE AND DANGEROUS (CHERUBIAN & OGION)

That mission had been a disaster from the start. Someone had somehow picked up a vague rumor from a hardly reliable source that in the past had provided more wild-goose chases than solid leads. Definitely not something to bother real agents with. On the other hand, sometimes those rumors had been true, and if this one were it would indeed be an opportunity not to be missed. So the higher ups at the agency made a compromise. They did not send one of the experienced and highly demanded field agents, instead opting for a rookie. Her. A simple checkup, they had told her, likely nothing. Just in case it was something shed been isued regular field equipment, some clothes suitable for infiltration, and that high tech prototype listening device. And a lead to provide it all once she was in Colombia. Hugo Contrello, sleeper agent in the nearby town. His cover was indeed great, no one would have suspected that the old overweight and almost permanently sweaty owner of the run down tavern was an agent. He had not been much of a help either. Besides housing her, providing her equipment and giving her general directions he was mostly busy staring at how her tits spanned her T-Shirt. And now she was here, her hands clutching the binocular so strongly the white showed on her knuckles. The rumor had been true. The first hint was when upon her approach she just barely dodged an armed guard, only the first of a surprisingly large number to be deployed on the grounds. No one spends that much effort protecting a vacated mansion deep n the jungle. Three hours ago the limousine convoys had started to pour in, and lo and behold despite her rather short briefing she had recognized some of the faces emerging from their doors to quickly disappear through the front door. They were here, they were partying and meeting and most certainly saying a lot of very interesting things, and her mission directives for that case said to try and eavesdrop on as much of that as possible. Only how? During that mind crushing desperate scrambling for an idea the van, or rather the procession flowing from its opened doors, seemed like a godsend. Were she more experienced in her vocation, reason might have won over the desperation to achieve something, and might have pointed out the risks of the plan she was about to embark on. With her blond mane and light skin she would definitely stick out in that crown of mostly Latinas, only one redhead and a brunette might be of more Caucasian descent. Next was the fact that these women were here for a special purpose, and likely if she managed to pose as one of them Speaking of which she had no idea where and how they had been picked up, whether they were checked on some list, and a plethora of other complications that might lead to her being unable to give the correct answers in a sticky situation. At least her Spanish was good. That were not Veronicas concerns at the moment, though, even if they should have been. Instead she was observing the proceedings very acutely, analyzing potential avenues of approach. Yes, indeed, the men were all on one side of the truck, performing their examinations, so if she snuck in from the other side and slipped around at just the right time that might work. Not if she still wore her camouflage pants and shirt and her combat boots. Somewhere in her backpack there should be something suitable. In case she had to make herself presentable, Hugo had told her. With quick, slightly panicked movements she began to strip. Her sports bra would not fit any presentable dress, so that one had to go. Her knickers as well, chosen for warmth and comfort and too large to fit under a dress. Only when she finally was butt naked except for the pendant did she bother to rummage in her backpack for that very same thing. And for once Hugos leecherousness was to her advantage. That skimpy, barely knee length blue piece with the wide cleavage would not be considered decent in most places. In this case, however, it was the perfect fit. Veronica did not hesitate to slip in, and put the matching pair of black heeled sandals onto her feet. Some water from her flask was used to wash away what dirt might have collected on her face and bare arms, before she gave herself one final inspection. Without the support of a bra her mighty breasts swung rather freely under the blue fabric. Or would have, if they had not spanned it so well. In that regard she easily outdid each of the other girls, and it did not come at the cost of a fat ass. Indeed her whole body was firm and toned and slender, presented quite nicely by the showy dress. She was a bit of a freak of nature, she had repeatedly told herself, since usually the amount of exercise that led to her current level of physical fitness would not allow for such an ample bosom. Satisfied with her looks she was off to the next objective, infiltration. The balance between staying undetected and making it to the far side of the van before the men were finished was a tricky one, but Veronica made it in the nick of time. Waiting three seconds after the last of the women had left the van she took one last deep breath, straightened herself up, and stepped around the edge of the vehicle.