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Of course, the CIA wouldn't just use the body-swapping capabilities for nothing if it wasn't for dire necessity. At least that's what I was assured when they explained my task after I got Angela's body.
The first part of the plan was carried out successfully. Jake, disguised as a client, came to Angela in the room where I was already, and when they were both alone, I knocked Angela out with a special stun gun so that she lost consciousness and we could perform the body swap procedure.
Now I was already at the next stage of implementation. The CIA and I knew that every Tuesday night at 11 p.m. Angela was attending Gibson. It was as stable as the sunrise, so I headed to the hotel where they usually met.
I spent the way to the hotel in a taxi, feeling like a taxi driver was eating me up with a look, who did not stand on ceremony and offered me to pay not with money all the way. But I'm still an experienced military man and I know that with the help of hand-to-hand combat techniques I can easily moderate the ardor of love, even in this weak body, and therefore I was just a little embarrassed for my appearance, but I tried not to show it.
As expected, I was met at the entrance by the doorman, I knew that this was a purchased CIA spy, but he certainly did not know that I was in Angela's body. He unhappily opened it to me and I, trying not to fall on my heels and keep my balance, went to the elevator, and then to the room.
Yes, I was prepared, I knew what to do and how to walk in heels, but still, in this body with a new center of gravity, it was difficult, especially considering the fact that my breasts constantly dangling and swaying, and now I found it not at all sexy, but rather uncomfortable and humiliating.
Opening the door to the room, the first disappointment awaited me... Gibson was not alone. I knew almost all of them, except for one - a tall stocky and bearded man of oriental appearance. And I almost immediately guessed that it was his business partner and Saudi Arabia. Gibson looked at me seriously. and then smiled and said
- Baby, go to the shower, wash yourself, everything is ready for you, and I'll sort out some things for now. OK?
- Um... Okay... sweet.
I improvised, but I understood that something was wrong, because there definitely shouldn’t have been so many people here, and I went to the bath, feeling unpleasant sensations from male lustful looks.
Having reached the bath and continuing to play the role that I am a prostitute Angela, I was left alone. It was force majeure. It shouldn't have been like that. I needed to get Gibson alone and then plant him with sleeping pills and steal the data from his phone and then leave. I didn't think anyone else would be here. Crap! This is bad, very, very bad. I don't want to have sex with any of them, even though I was warned that it was possible. However, I thought to the end that I would get by without sex.
finally deciding that I needed to undress and take a shower, my eyes fell on what Gibson had prepared for me and received another shock in these few minutes.