Southworthy was just shaking his head, "That would be a 'No.' It's a long fucking way from the '80s, that's all I can say. At least I get to see a pretty woman get my coffee one more time before I die."
Peters put some of the high def footage up on the screen. "The most interesting behavior is how she went from completely hesitant and meek to confident and brazen for a moment there. I thought she was going to run out of the room one minute and then she was ready to put on a striptease the next."
Timor picked up and felt her panties then held them up to his nose and sniffed deeply. "One thing's for sure, she was really getting off on it all."
Peters switched the high def to the time when Kassidy dropped her skirt before he replied, "Still, she's afraid. I suspect some past emotional baggage fuelling a fetish. She feels dirty and guilty to some degree, but some repressed part of her gets off on the exposure. She's probably quite twisted up mentally."
Southworthy nodded his head in agreement with Peters. "I agree. She doesn't seem to have much experience and probably doesn't really know the full extent of her own kinks. I suspect a strong submissive streak amongst whatever else is going on in her head. She's going to hate getting the coffee on one hand, but on the other hand will secretly enjoy the humiliation of being sent through the office nude at our bidding. Her understanding of accepted etiquette will be at odds with her more primitive emotional and sexual responses."
"All the indicators are there," added Peters. "I think you hit the nail on the head, latent submissive. The exhibitionism could easily be just a specific manifestation."
Timor seemed more hesitant. "Having the fantasies is one thing, but the reality of what she will face in the field will be quite another. We can assume her body responds like it does because of her hidden desires all we want, but she's still been a government drone for most of her career and left no track record of sexual interest or behavior the whole time. Sexy underwear doesn't prove she's slut enough for this mission. We need to be sure. When the shit hits the fan, her panties need to hit the floor."
Peters was nonplussed. "Everything about the way she dresses is well-calculated. She plays the part, but underneath the stock, by-the-book, exterior, she's a rebel with sexual compulsions too strong for her to ignore. Her secret indulgences show just how close to the line she is everyday. Part of her wants to live a life filled with those fantasies and never look back. She's almost certainly tried self-bondage; I'd bet on it. Maybe she's been a little too kinky and scared some boyfriends off; quite likely. I'm not even sure she's entirely stable mentally, but I'm sure she's right for the mission."
Southworthy actually stood up and faced Timor and Peters. "Don't underestimate this girl. She's smart and self-aware. She has some powerful hidden emotional elements, yes, but she has kept them under control for years. She shows what she wants to show, how much skin, how much curve, and she doesn't want to be burnt by social mores, so compensates. Those repressed elements will emerge as strengths serving the needs of this mission once they are brought out. Your kinks are part of you, like it or not. You can only discover new ones. You are what you are."
Peters didn't hesitate. "I think she can do it, but we still have the tests to finish before we decide. I don't see any reason not to proceed."
Timor still seemed doubtful, but approved with a quick nod. Southworthy's opinion went a long ways with him. "Stockholm syndrome? We don't want things getting worse."
"A distinct possibility, that's why we don't plan to let her have any choice in final activation. The technology is available," answered Peters.
Southworthy changed the subject. "Can you zoom in a little tighter?"
Peters framed Kassidy's bare pussy on the screen.
"Just as I thought," said Southworthy. "Not a follicle. Waxed not shaved. At least she doesn't have a bunch of tattoos and piercings like Rollins--that was a bit of a surprise. Can you switch to the hall cameras now?"
Kassidy couldn't help but look down the halls and walk cautiously. Concerned about cameras, she hadn't seen any, but you can fit one on the head of a pin these days. Her anger quickly faded. She wasn't going to let her feelings hold her back. She had her own mission here and now: the mission to get the mission. She would do what she had to do.
Kassidy never thought she would be walking through any Agency building naked, least of all the DCTTF headquarters. Of course, the location of the break room seemed to be some kind of secret of its own; she still couldn't find it. She took a minute to think about it and reasoned the break room should be near the main conference room.
The main conference room was easy to find. Matters affecting the safety of the whole country have been decided at this table. Even the President has been right here in this room. Now Ann Kassidy is here too, naked as the day she was born.
The break room was nearby, sure enough. The flooring was high quality vinyl imitating hardwood. However, the countertops were real granite and the cabinets were real wood, at least as much as any cabinet is real wood these days. She started to dig around and found the coffee and filters, even a few cookies. Before long, she was standing around wondering what to do with herself while the coffee was brewing in the fancy stainless steel machine. She assembled a little tray of creamers, sugar, paper cups and stirring sticks. She took a chance and skipped the artificial sweeteners and milk. These guys didn't seem the type. She made some hot tea for herself just in case (no soy chai latte here).
If there is anything more awkward than walking around an office building naked, then it's standing around naked in a kitchen waiting for coffee to brew. She couldn't get her mind off it. She thought about busty blondes on beer bottles, french maids and scantily dressed cigarette girls from the 30's and 40's. Men seemed to love women in such servile roles. She never expected the feeling could be likewise enjoyed by some women. In a moment of playfulness, she was the naked coffee girl--hot, creamy, sweet and highly stimulating. She practiced a seductive walk with the little serving tray laughing at herself. This is ridiculous.
She tried to tell herself it was just her nerves needing an outlet, but she knew it was probably a bit more than that. Soon she would be walking back into a fantasy made real, naked and on display to strangers, hopelessly horny, stubborn nipples still erect. Why does it get me going like this? Shit, I never realized the real experience would be this powerful. No matter how tempting, though, she kept her hands away and did not touch herself (except for a brief rub or two before realizing). This was not a fantasy she would be laughing off--naked seductress secret agent wannabee, saving the world one fuck at a time. It could happen. Get a grip on yourself.
Walking with the full tray was a bit tricky, she thought she was a pro at wearing heels, but this was a little different. She took it slowly, and the tray remained intact somehow. First Sergeant Hale was waiting at the closed door. As she approached, he knocked on the door. She stopped to offer him some coffee, remembering Southworthy's instructions, and he took a cup along with a couple of sugar packets. Standing there naked, holding the tray out, affected her even though her modern sensibilities were outraged. Maybe the indignity was the turn on? From law school to nude eye-candy, look at me now! Even the busty women on the beer bottles had clothes at least.
Dignified or not, she could practically smell the testosterone radiating from Hale. He was a mountain of muscle. She felt so frail and small compared to him. Of course, he noticed her obstinately hard nipples. How could he not? Is that the hint of a smile? He finished stirring his coffee. How does he like his women? Strong? Sweet? In a moment of boldness, Ann looked down to check his crotch. Is that an erection under the camo? Seems like it.
OK, here goes. Ann took a deep breath to calm herself before going back in Timor's office. The result was quite the opposite of relaxation and only reminded her that she was a little cold and a lot exposed. She took another deep breath anyway.
Hale held the door open for her as she carefully walked in with the tray. She decided to follow hierarchy so started to walk towards Director Timor's desk. The expanse of oriental carpet trailing off into the dim light beyond the Tiffany lamp seemed to go on forever. There was a wooden chair next to the lamp stand now.
With every step into the room, she felt her lust boiling as well as a general sense of stage fright. She had to be blushing, at least it felt like it. She noticed her clothes were gone. No neat pile. No panties on the desk. She resisted the urge to look around for them. Even though she knew it was probably just another part of the test, it created an instinctive panic. She was exposed, on display, and going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. Her reaction was no doubt being scrutinized in detail.
Timor gave her a minute to walk halfway through the room. "Thank you, Ann, please put the tray over on the side table."
Ann followed his hand signal to her left and saw the narrow table beyond the pool of lamp light near Peters's desk. The walk would give them a good side profile and then a good view of her ass. God they're clever. As she approached the side table and her eyes adjusted, she noticed a steel cart on casters that looked like something from a hospital. Her hands started to shake a little when she saw it. She had to steady herself carefully to avoid spilling the tray, but she made it.
The cart had an assortment of devices neatly laid out. She recognized the gynecological instruments including a clear plastic disposable speculum in sterile packaging, associated purple nitrile gloves and KY lubricant. The intimidation factor quickly ramped up even more from there with wire leads, electrode pads, an assortment of dildos, vibrators, massagers and ass plugs, then lastly needles, alcohol pads and small bottles of drugs.
Evan's watched her carefully. He had the hi-def scan on visual tracking and had watched each reaction from the time she entered, starting with a mixture of reactions when she noticed the missing clothes. The recognition software he was running classified it as sexual arousal. He wouldn't disagree. She was relieved when Timor directed her to put down the tray. Then when she scanned the cart, she was fearful of the various objects, only natural. However, the dildos and massagers seemed almost comforting to her. She was scared the most of the ass plugs. Interesting profile, within the range of acceptable, but not at all typical.
Timor snapped her out of it. "Very good Ann, would you please have a seat? We have a few more questions." He gestured towards the wooden chair. Ann didn't like the look it. It was like something from an old police precinct, but she sat anyways, unconsciously crossing her legs as if wearing a dress.
Evan's was once again ready for another brutal assault from Southworthy. The cold-blooded killer was about to unleash a new round of viciousness. He felt bad for Ann in a way, but he also couldn't wait to see what her reactions would be.
Southworthy broke the uncomfortable silence. "As you might expect, this testing is rather intimate. Field situations might be much worse, and we need to know what you can handle. The process might seem harsh, but it's in all of our best interests. Just do the best you can."
Ann simply nodded as if to save her strength.
"When you are ready, please stand up, turn around, bend over at the waist and place your hands on the chair, then spread your legs wide to show us your pussy."
Ann swallowed, taking a moment to steel herself. She let the shock of the request die down and refused to second guess what they asked. Maybe something like this could really happen. She felt determination winning over her fear. OK, one thing at a time. I can do this. She turned around slowly, half-pretending to balance carefully in her heels.
"Very good. Now reach up and spread your labia," instructed Southworthy.
Ann knew it. Her worst fear. There would be no hiding her arousal now. Go ahead, show them. It's a natural reaction. Maybe they want me to be aroused? What would pass this test? She took a few deep breaths. They waited patiently. Her arms didn't want to move at first, but finally she could relax a little. She moved decisively in order not to give herself her frail resolve a chance to collapse. As she spread herself, a few drops of her lust dripped onto the carpet.
"Spread your legs wider please. That's good. Please hold that position."
They have to be kidding.
"Careful now, don't fall. OK, that's good. Simon should have enough pictures now."
What? She straightened up quickly and turned back around.
Southworthy ignored her surprise. "How often do you masturbate?"
She hunted around, trying to find her voice. "Daily," creaked out.
Southworthy looked towards Peters who nodded his head yes slightly. Southworthy continued, "Do you prefer primarily clitoral stimulation or vagina pentration?"
How could that possibly matter? Ah...they are just testing my ability to answer. Thinking about it more, she knew this was all off the record anyways. No one else was going to know. Any recordings and pictures were never going to be any lower clearance than "eyes only" at minimum. Chances are they would never be retained since they could be incriminating. Fuck it. Time to go for it. Cards all in. "I like both, but find it much harder to come using only vaginal penetration."
"How long have you fantasized about a situation like this one?"
Peters didn't see that one coming: the utterly direct approach. Southworthy nailed it. Direct hit. He could see a minute slump in her shoulders, but a more determined look in her jawline. The more that was out in the open, the stronger it made Ann. Drawing out her secrets was the right thing to do. He was still convinced; she was the right woman for the job.
Ann hesitated. She didn't know how to answer. The truth is that she didn't really remember. It seemed like she always had had the fantasy.
Southworthy didn't wait for an answer, "That long?"
Peters left the recorder in auto mode as he distributed the coffee. He was even nice and gave Ann the tea she had included on the tray for herself--along with a very healthy dose of one of the Agency's latest creations. She would become very relaxed and find that lying and not answering would be rather difficult in about 10 to 15 minutes. In fact, most people volunteered quite a lot of extra information. Certain memory issues were a bit of a side effect, but usually that was just a nice bonus.
Peters felt like the interrogation had gone on for ages, but now even Timor was relatively satisfied with the results. The routine questions about her sexual past revealed a very repressed upbringing. Nothing entirely new with that, but the extent of control was tyrannical. Peters was constantly amazed at what parents did to their children in the name of religion. In this case, it was mainly her father. Her brothers had to recite Bible verses (Proverbs 22) when being punished with a belt--which seemed a regular event. She was sheltered with only friends from church. No dating. No make-up. She could only wear shorts when running track for school. The rest of the time it was knee length skirts. He even controlled her choice of underwear, cotton "granny panties." It all made an interesting mental foundation of obedience and rebellion.
The whole story spilled out. In the end, she broke ties with her family despite the repercussions. Now she was estranged, disowned and disavowed--excellent for the considerations of the mission. Peters thought she was really strong considering. She seemed to feel better after telling her story. Too bad she probably won't remember any of it. The chemistry experiment he put in her tea could not have worked better. He would have to send a very positive report back to the R&D team.
She really had rather limited sexual experiences despite some attempts at enacting her fantasies and experiencing her fetishes when she was older. Things got a lot more interesting when she explained her past attempts. Southworthy didn't really probe as much as Peters would have liked about her exploits with self-bondage and failed love affairs. Once they heard about a few of her promiscuous stands, that was enough for him, but Peters wanted to know more. Still, the detailed accounts and demonstrations of masturbation techniques were classic. She was definitely full experienced there. She would even have kept going and done the whole deed if Southworthy didn't make her stop. Southworthy was almost giddy ever since. It was like he had one of his own fantasies fulfilled.
Peters privately cursed his luck. How come he never found women like this? He wouldn't have been scared off like her previous lovers. If she wanted handcuffed to a bed, he would would have been happy to oblige. So she had some emotional baggage, it didn't matter. Everyone has reasons for why they are the way they are. Hopefully, she's really passed most of the old issues.
Soon Southworthy was wrapping it up. The unspoken visual exchange with Southworthy and Timor was positive. They were ready to proceed. The skeletons in her closet might even be an asset. Stryker and his gang had their own slant on religion. Ann would probably be able to hold her own with that quite well.
Peters was surprised when she kept talking well past the time the drugs were supposed to wear off. He could notice a little more embarrassment and hesitation, but she didn't hold back.
"I think that gives us all the information we need Ann," Southworthy announced.
There was a collective pause. Ann seemed to take a deep breath. She seemed relaxed, confessed...freed. However, her nipples will still erect. Her fetishes ran deep. She was still aroused and ever conscious of her exposure. Naked under the light, her skin practically glowed, while a noticeable blush of arousal remained. She was once again sitting, legs crossed, on the wooden chair, but Peters suspected the seat would be wet when she stood up. He hadn't forgotten her denied orgasm and was positive she hadn't either.
Southworthy stopped. Peters knew it was now or never time and took a breath to talk, but it was Timor that continued first. "Ann, we mentioned the possible physical risks, but we need to be certain that you can handle the real-life situations you might encounter. The next step of testing involves physical simulation. Are you OK with that? If so, please stand."
Ann felt a definite increase in wetness between her clenched legs. The ache at the apex of her thighs throbbed. She had been so close before, but that damn old man held her back. She had never been aroused for so long without acting on it. Her body did not wait to be directed to stand; it was trying to give the orders. She felt herself slowly rising from the seat.
Southworthy smiled. "Excellent."
Timor was still stearn, ever cautious. "To complete this mission, you will be sent to infiltrate a group of heavily armed and fanatical male terrorists in forested terrain using guile and sexual tactics to dissuade their suspicions."
He paused to let that sink in, then continued, "At this point, I'm going to ask you for a final commitment. If you agree, there will be no turning back. You will not be at liberty to abort the mission voluntarily."
Ann found her voice. Her tone seemed a bit sultry to her own ear. "My commitment is still maximal."