Hey all!
We have a new series of short stories we’ve been writing. These stories tie into our Alien Armageddon Series, which had a very successful Kickstarter, and will be available soon on our website and in stores.
The story is about a young Russian spy named Karina in 1955, who is after information on an American superweapon. She must seduce a prominent Colonel in order to obtain his files, and when she does, she finds more than she thought possible—information on alien technology and a potential invasion.
This story is definitely of the adult nature, so shy eyes beware.
Enjoy!
Moscow, 1955
I stamped my boots against the icy platform, blowing out a puff of warm air as the cold seeped into me. The leather wasn't meant for these blustery days, and I could barely feel my toes anymore. I regretted not wearing a thicker pair of socks, but it wasn't as if I had a choice.
I never had a choice. I was told what to do, how to act, what to wear, every day of my life since I could remember. I glanced at the KGB officers who supervised my every move – I could never quite forget they were there. However, I had a thin veil of anonymity on the platform of Moscow's central train station. They couldn't hold my hand on my journey, and I would almost be free to feel the world around me, not just the mission.
The wind howled, throwing snowflakes into my face as I leaned against a frozen iron railing. I watched as the attendants, bundled up in their shabby winter coats, rushed past me with boxes tucked under their arms.
They scrambled aboard another train car, pulling the heavy doors shut behind them, reminding me of the hurried escapes depicted in a Dostoyevsky book.
I sighed, the cold air agonizing in my lungs, as I reached inside my coat for a narrow, worn-leather case. Even the KGB operatives didn't realize I had a flask up my sleeve—an old friend when facing the desolate landscape of a Russian winter.
With the first sip of vodka burning my throat, I started to imagine life without constantly looking over my shoulder.
It was liberating yet terrifying to think about it. I had never known anything else. I had been the ward of the Union since I was a child, trained to be their weapon. And as much as I'd like a life of freedom, I enjoyed the power that came with being the most lethal spy the KGB possessed.
Karina, that's what they called me—an identity constructed piece by piece, like a masterpiece for all the world to fear. My life was one accumulation of alternate identities, but the real me was falling away, buried beneath so many layers of deception.
I took another pull from the flask, determined to break free from this icy veneer.
Had anyone ever truly seen me—or had they only seen the puppet master who played her roles to perfection?
Footsteps echoed against the platform, disrupting my spiraling thoughts.
An officer I recognized only by his arctic-blue eyes appeared beside me, his severe expression contrasting with the delicate snow that fluttered around him.
"Karina. I didn't expect you to be catching an early chill." His voice, laced with sarcasm, reminded me why I needed to stay focused on the here and now; everything else would be a luxury I couldn't afford. I shivered, tucking my flask away, and replied with a little bite,
"No chill here, Comrade. Just waiting for my escort."
"That would be me." He paused, fishing out a thin, manila folder that I knew contained everything about my latest target.
The folder might as well have contained my entire destiny, as insignificant as it appeared.
He glanced at the unsuspecting crowd, ensuring no prying eyes had the misfortune to glimpse the classified documents flapping loosely in the breeze. "Allow me to introduce your new assignment."
I leaned in slightly, hands sweating as my nerves sparked to life, tensing me for what was to come.
It was always that moment before opening the file that sent the adrenaline rushing through my veins, a welcome warmth that spread through my limbs.
The envelope made a soft thud as it dropped onto my gloved hands, ice-cold and unforgiving. I bit the corner of my lip, my eyes hungry for the secrets contained within—secrets that could change the landscape of the West and seal the fate of my target.
He watched me, blue eyes cold like the Siberian tundra, "Colonel Humphrey, United States Air Force. You'll find everything we have on him in there. His strengths, his weaknesses. Your task is to expose the latter."
I nodded curtly, resisting the urge to rip open the file right there on the platform. My journey awaited, and my greatest teacher would be isolation itself. Aboard the train, I could immerse myself in my target's life without the burdensome gaze of my overseers.
The whistle blew. It was time to board. I had a private berth that would take me on my journey to Poland. But my escorts eyes told me I wouldn't be left alone for long.
Being trained by the KGB came with both its perks and drawbacks. I could read people very easily. It made the target easy to manipulate. And by the look blue eyes was giving me, his thoughts were clear as the vodka I drank.
He'd be knocking on my door soon enough to take temporary possession of my charms, and I couldn't refuse him.
The train conductor took my ticket and showed me to my private berth.
I settled in and looked through the files on Colonel Humphrey with a rising sense of excitement.
I studied the photographs of my target. He was younger-looking than I had expected—probably in his forties, but appearing about ten years younger. There was a hint of warmth in his eyes, even in the black and white image. I wouldn't let that distract me.
He was my target—a mark to be neutralized before he could enact any further damage.
I nestled into the soft cushions, ready to immerse myself in the details of the file. In one hand, I held the photograph—warmth, confidence, and danger radiating from the American soldier. In the other, I turned the crisp, white pages, learning about him.
Every piece of information became vital as I strategized my seduction of Colonel Humphrey. I would expose his weaknesses and use them to my advantage.
But the information I was to extract, that was the most interesting. The Americans were developing a superweapon, possibly more powerful than any bomb they had dropped.
With such a weapon, they could cripple the Soviet Union overnight.
In the quiet compartment of the train, I continued to study the files, when the inevitable knock came to the door.
The blue-eyed KGB officer whom I was all too familiar with—he had often overseen my training and missions—stepped in and wasted little time with pleasantries.
"You will show me how you will seduce the American Colonel."
I stood up to meet him, as he predictably pushed me against the narrow wall with a greed that made my skin crawl. I kept my face stoic despite the humiliation, letting him fumble away at my clothes. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the space between us.
He pushed my skirt up to my waist.
I sighed as I felt his fingers fumbling with the cheap fastenings on my lacy undergarments. I wasn't sure whether to feel repulsion or pity, but it wasn't the first time I'd felt paralyzed by another man's lustful intentions. It was yet another job requirement. With the KGB, detachment breeds survival.
I'd learned that at too young an age.
His breath was hot and heavy, reeking of tobacco, as he struggled to tug my underwear to the side. I sneered at the lack of finesse and sensuality he was displaying.
Surely, I didn't owe him more than the bare minimum of performance. But I reminded myself that this is what KGB officers do: Fulfill their missions—whatever, whenever, and however required.
He pushed my thighs apart and thrust into me, hurriedly unleashing his need. I stiffened my body, ensuring that my passive, unresponsive demeanor seeped into every inch of me.
As he relentlessly pounded into me, I closed my eyes.
I allowed my mind to drift to the challenge ahead. A surge of exhilaration coursed through my veins. I needed to embody the very opposite of this coarse, clumsy man, so stylistically and emotionally distant from the Colonel I would soon be embracing.
I wrapped both legs around him in an attempt to appear more engaged, hoping he would be quicker about his business. It was all I could do to keep my fingers from digging in with frustration as they gripped the fabric on the back of his coat.
His pace quickened further, his grunts growing louder with each instance of penetration. I clenched my jaw in a silent vow to allow no sounds of pleasure to escape, heedless of whose benefits they served.
Suddenly, he uttered a broken gasp. His entire body spasmed, his fingers digging into my thighs with bruising intensity. A muffled curse left his lips as his thrusts came to a halt.
A few tensed moments passed before he pulled away and adjusted his clothes, red-faced but satisfied.
"That will do," he snapped, before disappearing out of the compartment, slamming the door behind him.
After his departure, I couldn't help but feel a lingering insult. I didn't want to be possessed by a brute who required me to act like a rag doll.
The experience left a bitter taste in my mouth, though it was better than being punished for refusing him.
My life had never been mine; I wondered if I would ever have control over my body without repercussions.
I desperately needed some respite before I could prepare for what lay ahead; a truly daunting task. My entire existence hinged on success, with no room for failure.
I forced myself to move, tidying my clothes while suppressing a wave of disgust.
I did what was necessary, to stay alive, and I would do it again if needed. The KGB demanded my obedience, my loyalty, and my soul.
I poured myself a long, desperate drink from the flask. The smooth warmth of vodka soothed me as it trickled down my throat, muscles relaxing and temper cooling.
I resolved not to think about the incident anymore, but to focus on the task ahead. After all, I didn't have the luxury of wallowing in my self-pity.
I had to transform myself into the type of woman that could enrapture a man like Colonel Humphrey—someone exotic, intoxicating, and irresistible.
I needed to find that woman within me and make her burst into existence.
I stared at myself in the small mirror that hung above the unwelcoming and narrow bed. Not a hair was out of place, nor a crease in my blouse disheveled from earlier.
Yes, it would be easy to use my charms to get the information I needed.
**********
New York, 1955
It had been a long journey. But my destination was in sight.
My escort knew to keep his distance from here. He'd discretely checked in when we'd arrived, but now he was little more than a watchful eye among the shadows. He wouldn't be far, he'd be watching me. But unless I signaled him, I shouldn't see him again until my task was complete.
New York City's skyline cast a tantalizing glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lavish hotel suite where I prepared for the night that was about to unfold.
My slender fingers moved rhythmically through my long, dark tresses, pulling and twisting them into an intricate chignon held with hidden pins. The mirror in front of me provided a frame for my sharp, emerald eyes, which glittered with a steely determination that belied the elegance of my appearance.
Tonight, I was not Karina. Tonight, I was Grace Miller, visiting Manhattan from Ohio. Naive, and young, and full of wonder--in other words, the perfect playmate for Colonel Humphrey.
If he knew how experienced I truly was,I thought, the game would be lost before it even began.
I wasn't sure how old I was, somewhere between 19 and 22 by my best guess. The KGB never celebrated birthdays, nor could I remember how old I was when I first entered my training.
I slid the emerald-green silk dress over my trimmed figure, feeling the sensual weight of the fabric against my skin. I knew the power it held--sea green was the color that men couldn't seem to resist. I let the dress fall into place, right above the knee, leaving enough room for a teasing glimpse of my thigh.
The neckline was modest, allowing whatever fantasies about me to flourish in Colonel Humphrey's mind.
I drowned myself in the image reflected in the mirror. The silhouette, complete with stockings and matching high heels, was captivating, drawing my gaze over my curves, tracing my legs, and making me admire the mysterious woman staring back at me.
I looked innocent, yet seductive.
Excitement and anticipation of the game to come made my skin tingle with warmth.
With my perfectly painted red lips curling into a devilish smile, I grabbed a matching clutch and slipped in a few essentials.
Lipstick, handkerchief, room key—and, most importantly, a small knife, sharp enough to sever a man's artery if needed.
The KGB may have trained me as a seductress, but they also taught me to never forget that survival depends on staying prepared for the unforeseen.
Grace, as I would now call myself, stepped out of the luxurious suite and summoned the elevator. My heart raced as the cold metallic panel grazed my fingertips, sending anticipatory shivers down my spine.
A party was being held downstairs, and the Colonel was in attendance. I could sense the thrill of the hunt in my veins, the anticipation of taking on a new, formidable prey.
Stepping off the elevator, I made my way towards the throng of people gathered in the hotel's ballroom. I spotted him instantly, standing near the entrance with a glass of bourbon in hand. His muscular build radiated a magnetic force that pulled me in. As our eyes met, I promptly flashed a coy smile before turning away with mock embarassment, deliberately swaying my hips with each step.
I found a quiet corner and placed my clutch on the table, pretending to fiddle with my lipstick, giving him the perfect view of my curvy backside.
It only took four minutes before Colonel Humphrey approached, exuding a presence that instantly sparked my senses. My heart rate quickened, and a sly grin played on my lips.
"Excuse me, miss. Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked, towering above me.
His voice was a deep rumble that sparked an unfamiliar shiver along my spine.
I gathered myself, feigning surprise.
"Why, I don't believe we've met," I said, laying on a thick Midwestern accent I'd practiced on the long journey, batting my eyelashes innocently.
Colonel Humphrey's eyes danced with amusement as he extended a hand, showcasing the whitest, most tantalizing grin I had laid eyes on. "Humphrey, at your service, miss...?"
I let my lips curl into a mysterious smile before returning his greeting with an amused giggle. "Grace. My name is Grace." I smiled sweetly, placing my hand delicately in his.
"Well Grace," he replied smoothly, lifting a glass to his lips, "may I have this dance?"
I hesitated, feigning vulnerability in my eyes. "I'm sorry, but I shouldn't." I feigned a blush and looked away, peeking at him through my lashes. The game was afoot, and I intended to play my part well. "I don't know the first thing about dancing in a fancy place like this."
Colonel Humphrey chuckled. "Don't worry, Grace. I promise to lead. Just follow my steps."
With a shrug, I allowed him to pull me into the mass of dancers, our bodies swaying in rhythm.
I could feel the heat radiating from his muscular frame and the gentle press of his hand on the small of my back. I glanced up at him, our eyes locking, his full of cockiness and confidence. I could see why he was so good at his job.
Colonel Humphrey handled me with grace, and he twisted our bodies like two wavering flames in the wind, moving expertly around the crowded floor. My heart drummed against my chest, as I came closer and closer to achieving my mission.
I let out a sigh, fully aware of the spell I had cast upon this American colonel, arresting his senses with my allure. My coordination with him flowed effortlessly, as if we were one; our chemistry, utterly irresistible.
As we twirled through the crowd amidst the thumping rhythm of the Jazz pianist, I buried my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of pine and sandalwood that lingered on his uniform.
"What are you doing in New York City?" he asked as we danced. "It's clear you're not from around here."
I smiled, delving into my cover that was sure to pull him in even more. "Oh, just visiting acquaintances before heading back West."
"Acquaintances ", he repeated, those deep blue eyes, that reminded me a little of my escort's, flicking with a mixture of confusion and arousal. I could feel the quiver stirring from his fingertips where they remained tangled in mine.
"Yeah, old friends from back home who came to the big city for some excitement," I told him. "I came to this party with them. This isn't even my dress. I borrowed it from one of them."
"And what do you think about the big city?" he asked, not a touch of mocking in his voice, though his eyes betrayed his thoughts.
He wanted to know more about me, about Grace, but none of that mattered. "It certainly lives up to its name," I countered.
"New York?"
"No, silly," I said pushing playfully against his chest. "Big." I giggled, breathlessly batting my eyelashes at him. "Very, very big." My voice trailed off to a sultry whisper, eyes locked on his—an innuendo that poor man would never realize was far from playful.
I let my head drop slightly back, closing my eyes. With a mischievous smile, my lips slowly pulled back into a coy pout, and I pressed myself against Colonel Humphrey. His body; hard, firm, and radiating intense heat, comfortingly familiar from our dance.
"Very big," he laughed, hand squeezing mine as his other arm tightened around my waist. Our hips swayed sensuously in tandem to the driving rhythm of the Jazz band playing.
In that moment, our eyes locked as his hand snaked its way up the curve of my spine, stopping to grip hold of that sensitive spot just at the base of my neck.
But then our dance was interrupted by another young woman in a silky black dress. "Colonel, a word please."
Humphrey gave me a sad-looking smile. He kissed my hand. "If you will excuse me a moment, my dear," he said, letting me go. "Don't go anywhere, I will only be a moment."
I stood in the middle of the dance floor as he followed the young woman away. I had no idea who she was. There were many close acquaintances and aides and such in the file I had studied, but this woman hadn't been in there.
I made my way through the dancing crowd, finding a corner where I could assess her and observe her from afar. She seemed to be engaged in an intense discussion with Humphrey, full of sharp hand gestures and expression.
She was quite the beauty, with her voluminous dark hair cascading down her shoulders, piercing gray eyes, and a tall, athletic figure. Though she exuded confidence, her eyes hinted at a certain innocence and naïveté that went against her sharp exterior.
I caught sight of my escort on the other side of the room, observing both me and the Colonel. He had let his guard down if he'd let me spot him.
I didn't think too much about it, and turned my attention back to the Colo
Their intense conversation lasted for several minutes, but I maintained my composure, even though the woman was clearly aggravated with the Colonel.
My fingers drummed impatiently against the polished marble tile as they spoke. Honestly, I found their conversation somewhat distressing, and I grew increasingly anxious, wondering if my cover had been compromised.
Just as I was about to slip away and retreat to my hotel room, feeling defeated and depleted, Humphrey ended the conversation with the woman. Breathing a sigh of relief, I made it look as if I hadn't been watching and waiting for him to return, but also made myself easy to find in the crowded room.
He wasted no time as he took me by the hand, drawing me back onto the crowded dance floor. His entire face was illuminated with a devilish grin.
Colonel Humphrey's arm draped across my shoulders as he drew me back onto the dance floor, our bodies swaying to the lively rhythm of the saxophonist's sensual tune. The loud, pulsating music electrified the air as we found our place in the writhing mass of dancers, their movements intertwining and disengaging like snakes mating on the floor.
"Who was that?" I asked in Grace's sing-song accent, but wanting desperately to know myself.
"She's my new secretary," Humphries explained. "Only started this week. Something was just brought to her attention, and she felt that it couldn't wait."
"Oh," I said, trying to sound disappointed. "Do you need to leave then?"
"No. It's fine. Nothing that can't wait for my attention until the morning."
I smiled. "And what has your attention tonight?"
"I think you know," he said. His words were thick with desire, his gaze intense and completely focused on me.
I shivered in delight, pulling his broad shoulders towards me. "Show me," I whispered, feeling my breath hitch in my throat.
Without a word, Colonel Humphrey wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth, tasting like the fine bourbon he'd been sipping throughout the night.
He pulled back. And I smiled and blushed. Making a show of looking embarrassed. "Oh. Colonel, I don't know what to say..."
We continued our dance. Each twirl and dip pressing us closer and closer together. The chemistry building up between us, merging, becoming a tangible force in the air. We needed to go someplace alone, but I couldn't seem too eager. I needed for him to feel like he was in control of the situation.
When the song ended, Humphrey suggested we go get a drink. I nodded and let him lead me over to the bar.
"My secretary, Laura," he began as he sipped on the amber liquid in his glass a few moments later at a small table off on the side of the room, "doesn't think I should be dancing with an attractive young woman like you."
"Oh, really? Why not?" I asked playfully, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Because I'm a married man, and she knows it." Humphrey winked, raising his glass for a toast before taking another sip of expensive bourbon. "She thinks your dangerous."
"Dangerous?" I asked.
"I'm a high-ranking military official. A scandal like this could destroy my career," he admitted.
"Oh," I said, setting my drink down on the table. "Well, maybe I should..."
He grabbed my hand and stopped me. "I'm a big boy," he told me. "Capable of making my own decisions."
I gave him another coy smile and looked away.
His grip on my hand tightened, pulling me back. "I want you to be clear on one thing," he added. "I don't give a damn about what my secretary or anyone else thinks."
His breath was heavy and hot, and my heart pounded in my chest as his hand reached for mine. Our fingers intertwined on the polished mahogany tabletop, and his thumb traced small circles on the back of my hand. He leaned in towards me, and I felt my pulse quicken.
"Why don't we find someplace quiet we can talk?" he suggested.
I nodded, showing a hint of embarrassment. "Okay. But can I freshen up first?"
He nodded. "Absolutely. I'll wait right here."
I left the table, giving a couple of over the shoulder glances back at the Colonel as I crossed the room. He never took his eyes off me. If I really were this Grace from Ohio, the burning desire in that gaze would have made me melt.
But as Karina, the Russian spy, I could only marvel at the power of my alter ego.
I hurried past the bandstand and into the hotel lobby, my heels clicking against the marble tiles on the way to the ladies room.
And that's when I saw her out of the corner of my eye. The secretary, Laura he had called her, was following me.
Another complication, and one that would have to be dealt with. It was clear that she wasn't going to let the Colonel go through with this. And when he inevitably turned up dead in the morning, she would be able to easily identify me as being the only person with him this evening.
I slipped into the bathroom and walked up to the mirror. I smoothed out my hair and adjusted my dress, trying to appear casual as I heard the door open behind me and saw the woman approach me in the mirror.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Laura with no small amount of contempt in her voice.
I turned, feigning surprise and confusion. "Do you mean me?" I looked around the bathroom, pretending to be searching for someone else she could be addressing.
Her stance was confrontational. Arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. It was clear that she wasn't going to go away anytime soon.
Laura stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You know exactly what I mean," she hissed. "What do you think you're doing with him?"
I stepped back, leaning against the counter.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is," I shot back, channeling Grace's innocent yet feisty personality, "but if you're talking about the Colonel, he can make his own decisions."
She got close--dangerously close. I could smell the faint scent of jasmine from her perfume. Her breath was hot on my cheek. "Colonel Humphrey may think he's making his own decisions, but he's wrong. I'm not going to let him throw his life away," she spat.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to defuse the tension of the situation. "I think you're overreacting a bit, don't you? It's just a silly dance." I waved a hand dismissively, my pulse quickening ever so slightly.
Laura shook her head. "Who are you?"
"I'm Grace."
"Really?" Laura sneered. "Because I overheard you tell the Colonel your name and I looked into it. There's no one named Grace on the guest list. So, I'll give you one more chance. Who are you?"
Who was this woman?
And why did she care so much about the Colonel?
"Look, I don't appreciate your tone," I replied, struggling to remain calm while gritting my teeth. "And quite frankly, I don't need to" -- I paused for effect -- "justify myself to you."
She clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing in anger and frustration. Then she opened her mouth as if to scream.
I moved so quickly, my hand was around her throat before I knew what I was doing.
My fingers dug into the soft skin of her neck, and I pressed my thumb into her windpipe, stopping her scream right in her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock, and her hands flew up to grab my wrist, but I was too strong. I held her there for a moment, feeling her pulse race under my fingertips, and smelling the scent of fear and jasmine from her body.
"If I wanted to, I could kill you in an instant." I'd lost concentration, dropping my Grace persona and allowing my true voice to shine through. "You feel like you're important, but you are a nobody who is simply the slave of the man of distinction. You are so unimportant, that they didn't even bother including you in the Colonel's profile."
Then I released her, letting her fall back against the counter, coughing and gasping for breath. I didn't have to worry about her screaming, I'd caused enough damage to her windpipe that she wouldn't be able to speak more than a hoarse whisper for a couple of minutes.
"But since I have you here," I continued. "Why don't you tell me where Colonel Humphrey keeps his important files when he's traveling?"
"What?" asked Laura, her voice gravelly.
She glared at me, still coughing and grasping at her throat. Defiance danced in her dark eyes. Surprisingly, she didn't show any signs of crying or begging.
I stepped forward and gripped the counter on either side of her, effectively trapping her. She could feel my body, heated and electrifying, mere inches from hers.
I leaned in, whispering directly into Laura's ear, "Don't fuck with me, sweetheart. I won't hesitate to end your life, I swear to God."
The threat, delivered with a steely calm, elicited a visible shudder from her.
"So, now you are going to tell me where he keeps the files, or my hands return to your neck."
She glared at me, still trying to catch her breath. "Fine," she croaked. "He puts them in the safe in his hotel room when he travels. But you won't get past the lock, I promise."
A slow smile spread across my face. "Thank you." I put my hands on either side of her head and leaned in close, my nose mere inches from hers. "You've been most helpful."
And then I twisted her neck around with a sickening snap, and her body slumped to the ground. I looked around the empty bathroom to make sure there were no witnesses, then I dragged the body into a stall, and propped her up onto the toilet. I locked the stall's door and slipped beneath it.
No one should bother her until I could have the body removed. With all the people at the party, she likely wouldn't be missed among the crowds.
I went back to the mirror to fix my makeup and repair any damage done, ensuring every strand of hair laid perfectly in place. Keeping my Grace persona was crucial, as the night was still young, and I hadn't completed my primary objective.
I gave one more glance, seeing only Laura's feet under the door, and then exited the bathroom. Back in the lobby, I surveyed the room. He would be around somewhere, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. He wasn't as easy to spot as he was inside the ballroom earlier. But I did eventually catch sight him, sitting in an armchair, apparently having a lively chat with a man in gray fedora that matched his suit jacket.
I didn't cross the room. I knew better than that. I simply waited until I was sure I'd caught his eye, and then discretely motioned toward the ladies' room. He gave an almost imperceptible nod, not really taking his gaze from the man he was speaking to. It was a well-practiced move, specifically designed to make it look as though he was not paying attention to me.
He would take care of the body, leaving me free to continue my mission. I'd already been gone too long. I needed to get back to Colonel Humphrey. If he really did have knowledge of a superweapon, I needed those files.
It was time to go with him "someplace quiet."
***
The Colonel was only too eager to take me up to his room. I smiled softly at his gallantry as he gently pulled me along, his hand resting mostly innocently on my back.
As we reached the elevator, he finally took a more noticeable liberties with my body. I felt his hand slide lower down my back, until he was holding my hip possessively. He pulled me close, so that my backside was plastered against his hard, muscular chest. I could feel his breath upon the back of my neck.
He leaned in, whispering, "You're so gorgeous, Grace." I shuddered at the way he said my persona's name.
The elevator ride up to his room was slow, painfully so, my nerves firing on all cylinders. With each floor that passed, I became more and ready, knowing exactly where we were headed. I licked my lips, preparing myself for what was about to happen.
I could feel Colonel Humphrey's desire, his erection pressing firmly into my backside. I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I still had to play my part of the innocent girl for his benefit.
We had reached his floor. "After you, my dear," he said, his eyes raking over my body with a glint of desire.
His grip tightened on my hip as the doors slid open, and we stepped out into the plush hallway.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked him, giggling a little like I was a little tipsy. "I mean, we just met." I whispered nervously, fluttering my eyelashes as we approached the door to his hotel room.
He looked at me with a roguish grin, and I could already anticipate what he was going to say next. "Life's short, Grace. You never know when your number is up."
There was a darkness in those words, hinting at something sinister and grave swimming beneath the waters of our interaction--almost like he knew what the night held for him. An unsettling thought crept into my mind, of the many men I had sent to their demise, and my eyes fell upon the door to his hotel room.
The Colonel produced a room key, a look of determination etched into his features. I took a deep breath, walking on my tiptoes in front of him, my hand reaching out to grasp the cold, metal handle. The weight of it felt heavy in my hand, as I turned the key and pushed open the door.
I walked through, the Colonel's hand resting on my lower back,
As I walked through the doorway, the room felt large and elegant, decorated in a rich, sumptuous style. A plush, king-sized bed, antique furniture, and velvet drapes were all designed to make any guest feel like royalty.
Yet, despite the opulence, my gaze was immediately drawn away from the luxurious surroundings to the Colonel's well-defined physique, as he shut and locked the door behind him.
"God, Grace, you're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, as he jerked my body roughly towards him, pressing me up against the wall. His hands slid down to my ass, gripping and kneading my flesh with an almost brutal intensity.
I gasped as his lips came crashing down onto mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I responded with equal fervor, meeting his passion.
Then I remembered from his file, he enjoyed conquest more than anything. If I made this too easy on him, he would lose interest.
I pushed him away. "No. We shouldn't." I panted, pressing a hand against his chest. "We shouldn't do this."
"Why not?" He growled, pinning me harder against the wall. "Are you afraid?" His teeth grazed my neck, biting down gently.
Then, he pulled back, a glint in his eyes.
"I'm... I'm not sure," I stammered. "We only just met. And I always thought my first..." I let my voice trail off and looked away as if I'd said too much.
He smiled, and leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips again. " Don't be afraid, Grace. Trust me, you'll enjoy it."
With those words, he slammed his mouth onto mine, his tongue tracing my lips, demanding for access. I opened up, and let him in, my tongue dancing with his in a seductive rhythm.
As we kissed, I felt his hands travel down my body, caressing my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned into his mouth, my back arching against the wall.
This was going better than I had planned.
His fingers found the clasp on the back of the dress and unhitched it, and the fabric relaxed around my front.
I giggled shyly , my hands moving to cover myself, and he brushed them away. He trailed kisses along my collarbone.
"Let me see you," he murmured against my skin. "You're a vision, Grace."
I hesitated for just a moment before letting my hands fall away, allowing the dress to fall open and revealing my lacy bra to his gaze.
He let out a low, appreciative growl as his hands went to my hips, pulling me flush against his own body.
I could feel how hard he was, even through his pants. This was too easy. But then again, it was with most men controlled by their own lust.
His hands moved up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.
I moaned, arching my back, pressing myself further into his touch. He pinched my nipples through the fabric, and I cried out.
He kissed me again as my dress fell off me to the floor. I stood, pressed against the wall with his lips locked on mine in nothing but my undergarments.
And all I could think about was where that safe was in this room.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. I gasped, my hands going to his shoulders, digging my nails into the fabric of his shirt. I could feel the strength in his muscles, the power contained within his body.
He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with a practiced ease.
"Colonel," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Shh, my sweet," he breathed against my ear, and I shuddered at the feeling of his breath against my sensitive flesh. "I promise, you won't regret it."
With that, he slid the shoulder straps of my bra down my arms, and it fell to the floor. I stood there, exposed, as he took his first view of my breasts. His eyes darkened with desire as his gaze raked over my body.
"Why don't we take this to the bed?" he suggested.
He lifted me up into his strong arms, his lips crashing onto mine once more as he carried me over to the bed.
Colonel Humphrey laid me down, and stood back, his eyes greedily taking me in. He began to undress, slowly, teasingly. I couldn't help but admire his toned body. For a man in his forties, he was certainly in fine shape.
"You like what you see?" he asked with a smirk, as he stood before me in nothing but a pair of briefs.
"I... uh..." I stammered.
He chuckled and slipped them off too, revealing his full erection. I bit my lip, my eyes wide as I took him in.
Colonel Humphrey climbed onto the bed, straddling my waist. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he touched me.
My hands reached up, my fingers tracing the lines of his muscular arms, the ridges of his abs. He was a disciplined man, one who had control of both his mind and body. But now, in this moment, I could sense that control starting to slip.
The Colonel bent down, his lips finding my nipples, his tongue swirling around them, teasingly. I arched my back, moaning softly as he suckled on them. His hands reached down, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs and off.
I was now completely naked, save for the pair of sheer stockings, exposed to him in all my glory.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Relax, just let go and enjoy the ride, beautiful," his voice was a rough whisper.
I nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Please, be gentle."
His mouth crashed onto mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving between my parted lips, exploring every inch of my mouth.
I could feel his hardness pressed against my lower belly, his cock twitching in anticipation.
He shifted, spreading my legs with his own and positioning himself between them.
I could feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, sliding up and down through my slick folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he muttered, his voice low and full of desire. I blushed in mock embarrassment.
Without further ado, he thrust into me, filling me up in one swift motion. I cried out, as Grace would have feeling an intrusion for the first time.
The Colonel was anything but gentle. He started to move, his hips pistoning in and out.
As I moaned, my eyes darted around the room, looking for where the safe might be hidden. There were a few likely candidates. But I'd have to wait to search when we were done with our carnal act.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. I could feel every inch of him, filling me up, stretching me out.
"That's it," he groaned, his lips peppering soft kisses along my jawline. "Take all of me, Grace."
He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. I could feel every muscle in his body tensing, and I knew he was close. I raked my nails down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.
He hissed in pleasure, his thrusts becoming wilder.
"Oh God, Colonel. Don't stop. Don't ever stop," I panted, my breathing ragged.
He chuckled, his lips finding my ear. "Never, my sweet."
And with that, he plunged into me one last time, his cock twitching as he came hard inside me.
Quicker than I'd expected him to be.
His body relaxed and slumped atop me, his head using my breasts as a pillow. His breath was hot and heavy against my skin. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair, my heart rate beginning to return to normal.
"You should get some rest." I whispered, even as I traced my nails down his back.
He mumbled something unintelligible as he pushed himself off me, rolling onto his back. His chest rose and fell in deep, slow breaths. I let myself relax for a moment, my eyes drifting to the ceiling as I waited for him to drift off to sleep.
But I couldn't afford to let even a moment of respite pass me by.
I had a mission to complete.
Slowly, I slid out bed, careful not to disturbthe mattress for fear of waking him up.
My bare feet touched the plush carpet underneath, and I shivered at the cold sensation. I glanced over my shoulder at him - his eyes were still closed, his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath he took.
I stood, slipping out of the bed as quietly as I could.
Laura said he had a safe. I scanned every wall, and saw no evidence of one. I checked several of the ornate picture frames hanging about the room, but they hid nothing behind them.
Where else did a fancy hotel like this hide a safe?
I checked in the closet, and found nothing but the Colonel's clothes. The bathroom held nothing but a toilet, sink, and shower.
I sighed, looking around the room. Then it hit me. I'd been on top of it the whole time.
I lifted the bedskirt and peered under the bed. There it was. The metal door and dual laying in the floor on the Colonel's side.
Slowly, I crept over to his side, and began my work.
It was a standard safe--classic tumbler system, and much too easy to break into for anyone who know what they were doing.
I knew I had to act fast, before the Colonel awoke. Putting my ear to the floor, I began twisting the combination dial. With each click, I moved one digit closer to accessing the safe. My heart raced, listening both for any movement above me and the tell-tale click of the tumblers below.
It took me a few nerve-wracking minutes of guesswork, but I finally heard a faint click. I held my breath, praying the Colonel would stay asleep.
Slowly, I lifted the safe door, revealing stacks of cash, documents, and other strange objects I couldn't identify. I was only interested in the documents he had stashed here.
I quietly extracted them. One piece of paper seemed to contain some kind of blueprint, while others contained detailed reports and graphs. I couldn't make sense of it all at a glance, but I knew I needed to take them with me.
Then, as I flipped through the documents, I noticed a Nazi swastika on the front of one of the folders. Intrigued by this file, I opened it. Though the German symbol was on the front, the entire report was in English, which struck me as odd. I quickly ran through the pages, and my blood ran cold. I couldn't believe what I was reading.
Each of these documents was a translation of an original Nazi file. One dated 1937, was about a crashed vessel from beyond the planet. The next one was about hunting for aliens disguised as humans among the ranks of the Nazi regime.
The blueprints weren't of a new American superweapon. It was of an alien spacecraft. And the reports detailed the Nazis' attempts to reverse engineer the technology. They had even succeeded in several of their experiments. And the German scientists involved were now part of some Operation: Paperclip that the Americans were running.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I stared at the documents in disbelief. The implications were staggering. I had known that the Colonel held classified military information, but I never would have guessed something like this.
I'd made a mistake then. I'd let my guard down and allowed myself to get distracted. I couldn't help but stare at the documents that held so much wonder. I only stopped when I felt the barrel of a gun press against the side of my head.
I looked up then, seeing the Colonel, still naked and half-laying in the bed with a beet-red face, staring at me. " What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice tight and angry.
I swallowed hard, setting the documents down on the bed. "I-I was just curious, that's all. I had no idea what these were." I stuttered, slipping back into Grace's persona, even though I knew my cover was completely blown at this point.
"Don't play games with me," he snarled, sitting up in the bed. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he pointed the gun at me. I felt his anger, and I didn't doubt for a second that he would pull the trigger if he had to. The only reason I was alive, I guessed, was because he wanted to get more information out of me.
I knew that I had to defuse the situation before it got out of control, and I tried to make my voice as soft and apologetic as possible.
"Colonel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to invade your privacy like that. But I couldn't resist the temptation to see what you had hidden away in that safe. I couldn't help myself, Colonel, I swear." I bit my lip, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Please, don't be mad at me. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
The Colonel sneered at me, but I could see the desire in his eyes as he looked me up and down. "Yes, bitch, you will," he snarled, and lowering the gun slightly as he made his move.
I made mine at the same time. My hand whipped out and grabbed his wrist, twisting quickly and causing him to drop the gun. Then, my legs swung out from under me and swept under his legs, toppling his large form.
My naked body was atop him before he knew what was happening. I punched him hard in his testicles, once, twice, three times. He let out a howl of pain. It amazed me that an area that gave men such pleasure was also their most vulnerable.
Colonel Humphrey lay on the floor, clutching his testicles and writhing in pain. His face twisted in a grimace, and his cry was so loud I wondered if someone from outside the room might hear. I didn't care, though, as a twisted smile played at my lips.
Leveraging my hips, I rose off him, and pulled the sheets from the bed, tearing a strip off it. When he realized I was wrapping the fabric around his wrists, he protested, thrashing about.
But his movements were weak and clumsy compared to mine. I tied the makeshift ropes tightly, and secured him to the legs of the now-ruined bed.
He spat curses at me, his voice filled with anger and pain.
I forced his face to look at mine, holding it firmly in my hand. I put on my most seductive smirk and whispered slipping back into Karina's voice, "Now, where were we, Colonel?"
My hand travelled down to his cock, which had gone limp from the pain and shock of my attack. I gripped his bruised balls and squeezed tightly. "Now, if you want to keep these, I think you should cooperate and answer my questions. Do we understand each other?"
He nodded, holding the painful cries in his throat.
"Good." I let go and stood up, retrieving the files. I held them up and showed them to him. "I was sent here to retrieve the these documents. Are there any more I should be aware of?"
He didn't respond.
I lifted my leg, my foot hovering over his balls again. "Are there more?"
He looked at my foot with disgust and fear. Then he shook his head.
" Fine." I responded, sitting my naked ass on his bare chest and grabbing his head, lifting it so I could look down into his eyes. "Let's start with something simple. How many scientists do you have working on this?"
"I don't know."
He was either a very good liar, or he was telling the truth. I was inclined the believe the latter for the moment.
"How close are you to a breakthrough?"
"Just kill me," he said. "I'm not telling you shit!"
I punched him in the mouth, knocking his head back into the floor. He lay there dazed for a few moments. I could tell that he was considering whether or not to continue his defiance.
"How close are you to a breakthrough?" I asked again, enunciating each word slowly, so there could be no mistake as to what I was asking.
He spit out a tooth and then closed his lips tight.
I punched him in the mouth again.
"Fuck!" he spat out blood, along with another tooth.
"The pain ends when you tell me what I want to know. And believe me, I'm very good at inflicting pain."
I raised my fist, indicating I was ready to strike him again.
He opened his mouth as if to answer my question. "Go fuck yourself."
I sighed. I really thought he'd be more willing. I punched him again in the face and then rose off his chest.
This was getting nowhere. I was far from a professional when it came to torturing information out of someone, and I didn't like wasting my time.
Instead, I gagged him with more of the sheet. Then I went to the phone next to the bed and connected with the room I knew my escort to be in.
"Bring that item you retrieved from the bathroom," I said and quickly hung up.
He would know what I wanted. As I waited, I got dressed. The dress felt so confining after being naked for a while, but I'd rather be dressed when he finally arrived.
I had just enough time to gather the documents from the safe and shove them into my purse before I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal my escort, carrying Laura's body, wrapped in a sheet.
"No one saw you?" I asked.
The man didn't respond, instead giving me a look of contempt because I dared question his professionalism. He walked passed me and placed the body on the bed.
"Pick him up off the ground," I said, pointing at the Colonel, still laying on the ground, bleeding, bound, and gagged.
The escort picked up the Colonel and threw him onto the bed, giving me another contemptuous look at my audacity for giving him an order.
I picked up the gun Colonel Humphrey had dropped on the floor, and put it into the Colonel's hand. He struggled against me, but he was still a little weak from the beating I had given him and he lost. I placed the gun into his mouth, and with his finger on the trigger, forced him to fire.
The shot was deafening, and the bullet tore through the back of his skull and splattered blood and brains all over the pristine white sheets of the hotel bed.
As I watched his lifeless body collapse onto the bed, with only a small amount of satisfaction of a job well-done.
I walked to the other side of the bed, and quickly undressed Laura's body. Leaving the two of them there, lifeless, naked and in bed together, everyone would draw their own conclusions.
We vacated the room as quickly as possible. It was impossible that anyone wouldn't have heard the commotion, and it was only a matter of time before someone came looking.
We took the stairs down to the lobby. The mission done, there was no reason to return to my hotel room. We had what we'd come for.
As we walked the streets of Manhattan, I couldn't help but think of the documents hidden safely in my bag. The information these contained would change everything.
The fact that the Nazis had managed to reverse engineer alien technology prior to the end of the war was astounding, but the fact that there were aliens who could pass for humans, that was far more disturbing.
All that occupied my mind as we made our way back through the crowded streets of Manhattan, dodging passerby and ducking into alleys to avoid detection. By morning, we would be on a plane bound for Europe once again, carrying these bombshell papers.
What would it mean for the future of Russia? Of the planet? Of humanity itself?
It was a question, I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to.
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