The Kyrin Operation

"Tatiana, you are our only agent with the proper skill set to pull this off. There is nobody else, and I mean NOBODY." My boss dropped the bomb on me. "We think with the combination of technology and your talent, you can do this."

"Cyka Blyat!" I uttered a profanity in Russian because it is more widely known and Russian is less elegant than my native Ukrainian, so better for saying these type of things. "There is no way this will work. It's a suicide mission."

"I am confident in your ability to be successful or to handle things if they go sideways." He tried to sound inspirational. "You've never turned down a mission before."

"But this isn't seducing a bad guy or finding creative ways to separate a target from an unfriendly." I protested. "These guys don't play around. They are a small force but highly lethal."

"I know, but we can't wait any longer to get an agent inside. They are up to something big, and it could bring the whole interplanetary trade agreement down if they succeed. We have no choice. Lives are at stake. Billions of them!"

I guess the one thing in our favor is that while there isn't a lot known about the Kyrin, they don't know a lot about us either. The big problem is they screen the incoming males to an unbelievable degree, but only males can work with their foreign affairs force, the ones giving us trouble.

"If I pose as a male, as you suggested, there is no way I'll make it past their screening." I explained. "This Vladimir persona you want me to become will be immediately caught and imprisoned."

"I know that!" Frank growled. "Vladimir can't get on the planet, but Tatiana can."

"Ah, I see." I declared. "I won't adopt this Vladimir persona until I'm on Kyrin. Will I be able to bring the necessary gear to make the switch afterwards?"

"It won't be easy, bit if you use your impressive 'talents', I think you can get it done. As you are aware, they don't screen females nearly as thoroughly as males. It may take some persuasion, but you can do it."

"You mean the horizontal kind of persuasion?" I asked the question I already knew the answer too.

"Is that a problem?" Frank got all prickly.

"No, but I want a raise if this mission is successful." I replied.

"Just get the damn job done Tatiana! We are counting on you!" he was now spitting a little as he shouted, as pleasant as ever.

The Kyrin are notorious pussy hounds, so much so that they watch what male competition they let on their planet. Not only are they horny bastards, but they have two sets of genitals. Compounds the problem by 2.

This evolved because the Kyrin females evolved two sets of their own genitals as nature tried to correct the dwindling Kyrin population. Now they always birth twins. Cause and effect perfectly demonstrated by nature over thousands of years. Fascinating science but problematic for me. Just another complication to an already difficult mission.

Frank wouldn't have asked me if it wasn't critical and impossible for anyone else to pull off. Not only do I have the languages needed, but I have a master's degree in mechanical engineering, and I am skilled at hand-to-hand combat.

He is right. No other agent is equipped for the mission. The Kyrin language is difficult, but I've always had a knack for learning languages.

I knew four languages growing up. In addition to my native Ukrainian, I spoke Russian, Romanian and Polish. I learned Thai and English the year I lived and worked in Thailand. It came in handy when I met my wife in private life, Suporn there.

When the Kyrin started making waves with the interplanetary trade pact worlds, I was assigned to learn the language, and to train others so we could monitor chatter. None of the Kyrin language specialists are rated for field work though. That is, except for me.

My gear for the mission included injectable nanotechnology to temporarily make my facial features more masculine and an orally applied appliance that will attach to my vocal cords to deepen my voice for the length of the mission, once I apply it. All of these will be concealed in hollow metal shoes I will be wearing when I make the trip. The rest I will have to come about the old-fashioned way.

My cover is I am going to Kyrin to work in their casino. Earth women are paid very, very well to go there for work. The Kyrin men have a bit of a thing for some of the flavors of earth women. Blondes happen to be the top of their list.

Their society is completely different than what we are used to, however. Interactions between men and women are very sexual in nature there. Sex is not really a big deal to them, and they don't have the concept of life-mates.

Quite simply, the Kyrin love to fuck. The women going there know this, and if you don't play the game, you won't be employed there very long. This means I have to play my part until I find my target and a way to get inside the foreign affairs department as Vladimir.

The Kyrin are sneaky and underhanded. Perfectly aligning with Russian Bratva (mobsters). There are already a few Bratva on Kyrin doing business. "Vladimir" already has the contacts, thanks to our agents inside the Bratva, but I still have to look the part.

It's helpful that I am rather tall and strong for a woman. Sure, I only weigh 63kg (138 pounds) for my 183cm (6 feet) height, but I am strong from growing up on a farm and playing basketball at university. I got an outstanding grade in the hand-to-hand combat training here, so it's not just me that thinks so.

In my private life, I'm rather sweet and feminine even though I have an engineering degree. I've always been good at problem solving, and engineering was a good way to build a better life for myself. I just never thought it would land me in an American government agency, and certainly not the covert operations unit.

What can I say? As the line goes, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Not only is the pay nearly embarrassing, but for my expected 2- or 3-month mission, I will get 6 months of part time desk duty as a reward.

My wife certainly enjoys those periods when I can drop her off and pick her up from work every day. Most of those days we even eat lunch together. Lots of face time to make up for the inconvenience of the missions away from home.

Yes, I'm married to another woman, but it's less about us both being female and more about we are supposed to be together. We both knew it the minute our paths crossed by accident in that Bangkok restaurant. We share a connection that most people just can't understand. The rest, as they say, is history.

The answer to the obvious question is no, she doesn't know EXACTLY what my job details are, but she's not stupid. She is a nurse and has seen firsthand the aftereffects of field work at times. Hand to hand is a messy, physical event. Even the winner takes their lumps and injuries. And no, unlike the movies, I have no chance against an equally trained male. Or even somewhat closely trained male. The genetic physical difference is just too vast.

She is pretty understanding that most of what I do is "classified", and she only worries about my safety. She knows not to ask too many questions. She has her own job and things to worry about. Being the eldest of 11 siblings is a huge responsibility for Thai's.

It's her duty to help her siblings and her parents. Both of which I fully support. Since my mother passed when I was 2 and I never knew who my father is, they are my family. I trust and support her to do her duty for them. We are a good team.

She is disappointed when I tell her I'll be off planet for 3 to 4 months (better to under promise and over deliver), but she knows it's part of my job, and I have a limited shelf life as a field agent. Not too long from now, I'll have to pass the duty to someone younger and better for sure. But for now, I have to do this.

Finally, she has a pretty good idea that it has been necessary for me to be "unfaithful" at my work, at times. Thais are very good at separating work from private life. We have no jealousy or problems in that area. She knows it is necessary and doesn't hold it against me. Being a female field agent, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, so it's the best route for me usually.

My wife is a stunner, and I'd be constantly fighting people if I was the jealous type. We firmly believe love is love and sex is just sex. Not the same. So doing what I have to for my job has never been an issue.

Yes, she is "allowed" to play when I'm away on a mission. I am fairly certain she has, but I honestly don't care. It would be hypocritical of me to get jealous. Besides, I trust her COMPLETELY. I know her heart, and she knows mine. We will NEVER break up. We are together life.

I spend just under a week getting use to the tech and interacting with the A. I. in possible scenarios. By the end, I am convincing enough as Vladimir to fool the Kyrin. The Bratva, probably not so much. I will be careful to limit my exposure to them.

My equipment specialist and good friend Sylvia drops off the final package to my desk an hour before my transport is scheduled to depart. Thankfully I get to bypass the security and go in the side door straight to the transport. It will only take me 5 minutes to get there and get on board once I'm ready.

Frank does a final briefing with me. My mission is to communicate the details of their planned action, not to stop it. We have our version of a "brute squad" to do the dirty work. I plan on being off Kyrin when the shit hits the proverbial fan.

"Blyat (fuck)! Is this really what I'm supposed to wear on the transport Sylvia? I might as well go naked!" I playfully barked at my equipment specialist after opening up my pack.

"It's what the computer simulation said would be the best outfit on the transport and most likely to be successful in getting you past security with your gear." She replies, factual as always.

Vulcans might not be real, but Sylvia is the next best thing. Always business with her. I have never gotten an emotion out of her. A baby, however, turns her into a mushy noodle. Go figure.

I put it on. If I don't breathe, all my naughty bits will stay covered. Ah, the things I do for my planet. The shoes are 5-inch stilettos with just slightly thicker soles than normal. I'll have to keep this outfit to wear for Suporn when I get back. Assuming I get back. I've had missions that made me nervous before, but never as bad as this.

"I look like a prostitute in this." I complain. "I will stick out like a loose nail on the transport, and we know what happens to nails that stick out."

"Well, most, if not all of the other women on the transport ARE prostitutes, so you will blend right in. At least as much as a 6-foot blonde can fit in." Sylvia calmly replies. "And nails that stick out get hammered down. I can't make any promises that you won't get nailed during this mission. In fact, the A. I. says it's 98% likely."

"Geesh, is everyone here trying to get me laid?" I joke. "It's a dangerous mission, not a spring break sex party."

"The A. I. also puts the likelihood of your mission being successful at 34%." Sylvia informs me. "Do try to at least bring my equipment back in one piece please."

"Your precious computer doesn't account for the Tatiana factor." I remind her.

"True, but I'm working on that." She deadpans.

If I was sure she was joking, I'd find her hilarious, but there is enough doubt that I just smile at her. She might very well be working on it.

I shoot a message off to Suporn (my wife) telling her I'll miss her and that I'm going dark. Then I toss my personal com in my desk, grab my bag and walk to the transport.

Any worries I had about looking out of place evaporate as soon as I step foot on the transport. Sylvia wasn't joking. For a group of waitresses, the 5 other women sure do look like prostitutes. I'm going to have to turn on the charm to get by Kyrin security with my gear. They are going to make it tough for me to look good. Kyrin money buys the best "waitresses" it seems.

The 5-hour ride is fast, but disorientating. Everyone is quiet and feeling the effects. Very shortly after we arrived, the feeling passed. The meds they give us are very effective. I carry my bag to the short line at security.

For women, it only consists of a full body scan and review of your pass. I walk through the scanner and in the Kyrin language the tech tells the security agent, "biologicals are good, but the shoes".

He motions me to the screening area for further inspection. I expected this, knowing the soles of my shoes appear as solid metal on the scanner, which is against the rules. As our informant told us however, women aren't scrutinized as much.

"Give me your shoes." He instructs.

"Do you have some place I can sit?" I purr in my best American accent. "I don't want to get my white stockings dirty. Not yet at least."

He picks up on my not to subtle flirtation.

"Come to this room for a private inspection." He says, suddenly more friendly.

The Kyrin are human-like in appearance. Not totally the same, but close enough. They are pretty big guys, on average. The security guard is about 6 feet 5 inches tall. From what I understand, their women are smaller than the average earth type. Makes me wonder how they withstand the dually equipped males. Then again, I have no idea how big either of their "equipment" is, but I have a feeling I'm about to find out.

Once we are in the room and the door is closed, he tells me he needs to search me. He does some fake pat down where he rubs my pussy under my skirt and then feels up my breasts through my dress.

He locks the door and totally drops all pretense of a security screening. Very quickly he is on me, pawing at me. He doesn't seem interested in any kissing, which is good, I guess, but he is handling my moderate B-cup boobs kind of roughly.

I take the opportunity to get a feel for the size of the task I'm about to undertake by rubbing him through his pants. Actually, pretty impressive, but not ridiculous or anything.

"How do they work?" I ask him. "Are they independent or do the work in tandem?"

"They function as one." He mumbles as he pulls the top of my dress down. Kind of handy it is strapless. I bet Sylvia anticipated that.

He is pushing me back towards the table in the room. I let him knowing this is all necessary to get my equipment past security.

He spins me around, cupping my exposed breasts and pinching my nipples. I reach back and am rubbing one of his cocks through his pants. He is rapidly getting hard.

He goes under the very short hem of my dress and grabs the G-string panty I am wearing, pulling it down. I carefully step out of it and pick it up.

I take the opportunity to go ahead and see what I'm dealing with. I unfastened his pants and let them fall down.

I am surprised that his dual sets of equipment are arranged vertically, and not side by side. I guess I didn't really know what to expect. He is very hard. Harder than guys on earth get. His reactions to my stimulation indicate that it is uncomfortable if I bend it even a little bit.

I don't know if he wants oral or not, and I'm not sure how it is even feasible without a bed. The second dick would poke me in the eyes or throat.

Doesn't matter as he presses me forward, wanting me to lay over the table.

"Uh, how does it work with my single pussy to your two cocks?" I ask.

"There's only one way it works with earth women." He answers like he is a little short of patience. "The second one has to go in your asshole."

Well, shit, I think to myself. Not something that is exactly high on my list of fun things to do, but I have to do this for my job. It's not the first time I've been fucked in the ass, but never at the same time I am fucked in my kitty. Then I think that knowing Sylvia, she thought of this too. I open my bag and find that indeed there is a container of lubricant inside.

I get some in my hand and spread it on the cock going in my butt. That will help a lot for sure. He barely let's me finish before he's lining up to get started.

Being good size and getting both my holes filled at once takes my breath away momentarily. He doesn't give me a chance to catch my breath before starting to fuck me.

The feeling is overwhelming. Like sensory overload. Work or not, I can't suppress my body's reaction. In no time at all, I am covering my own mouth to stifle my orgasm.

Getting butt fucked is a bit of an odd feeling, but not entirely bad. Better with the vaginal stimulation at the same time. Certainly better than just getting fucked up my ass alone. His size takes some getting used to. Not so much in girth, but length. Still, my asshole is going to get a little tender if this lasts too long.

He is nothing if not enthusiastic. I won't lie. He makes me cum twice. This isn't love, just sex. Anal sex is not my preference, but that doesn't change the sensation I feel. The orgasms were inevitable. It actually relieves some of the stress I was feeling.

Thankfully, he doesn't last that long as I'm losing my ability to keep quiet. Even with a dick in my butt I'm physically enjoying it. When he cums, I'm surprised at the volume of liquid he pumps into me. Much more than humans produce. After he pulls out, I have to hold my hand over my pussy to keep it from running down my legs.

Luckily my asshole closes up quickly enough that it doesn't leak there as well. I can feel the warm pools of his seed inside me. Another strange sensation. I feel a little dirty. I always do when my work requires me to go beyond the call of duty, but the rational part of my brain reminds me that lives are at stake.

"We need to hurry." He instructs me as he zips up his pants. With no other option, I quickly pull my panty back on and hope the tiny G-string can hold back the flood of his cum from leaking out of me until I can get to my quarters at the casino.

"Can you get me pregnant?" I ask, not knowing the answer. I'm not even sure we are genetically close enough, but stranger things have happened, I'm sure. I bet he's pulled this racket before and probably knows.

"We can control our fertility. I didn't impregnate you." He replies.

At least I don't have to worry about that. There are no known STDs on Kyrin yet either, so I guess I'm in the clear. Now, if I can get to my dorm before I become a mess, I will consider the mission insertion step a success.

He doesn't say anything else to me as we leave the room. I simply take my bag and walk towards the exit. When I get out of the processing center, I breath a sigh of relief. The shuttle with the 5 other waitresses is waiting to take us to the casino dorm. I feel their glares at making them wait for me.

I watch as the landscape passes by the window while we make the short journey to the casino. The Kyrin planet is very rocky and dry, but the casino is on a big body of water with a huge beach attached to the casino. It's a very popular resort for the Kyrin.

I can see people on the beach and in the water as we approach the casino. Hopefully it distracts everyone else from the very obvious scent of sex coming from me. I can smell myself very strongly.

The transport takes us around to the backside of the casino, and eventually to an underground garage of sorts. We filed off the transport and enter into the elevator to basement under the casino.

"Damn girl!" One of the other women says. "How much did he pay you?"

She assumed I was also a prostitute. That will make Suporn laugh when I tell her about it. I probably should be a little insulted by the question, but considering how I'm dressed and how I smell, it's a fair assumption.

We arrive at our floor before I have to answer the question. Far less glamorous than the pictures I've seen of the casino part, it does appear to be designed for functionality. I can actually appreciate some of the Kyrin systems and designs. Very much in line with my mindset. Function over style.

Everyone's knows their goal is to build up their population and conquer other worlds. They don't hide it well. The casino resort was a concession towards that goal. A place to relax, have fun, and maybe create a few children.

Our dorms are not spacious, but simple and clean. As an engineer, I appreciate that. Less complicated is usually more reliable. Seems to have all the necessary amenities though.

We are two to a room, and I'm paired up with a shorter and heavier tan woman that looks like she might be part Hispanic. She will work the midnight to 8 am shift, and I'm 4 pm to midnight, so it will work well. We won't overlap too much.

After getting our bags unpacked, we go down to the supply room where we are issued 3 uniforms each. It's pretty much what I expected in a casino, but the Kyrin seem to have adopted some of the earth's (and other worlds) style. At least for the waitress uniforms.

The short skirt and even the corset top were somewhat expected. It's a casino after all. But as far as I knew, the Kyrin hadn't adopted high heels or pantyhose, but apparently, I was wrong about that. Earth waitresses are new to Kyrin, so we will be a bit of a novelty for a while. Guess they want the full "earth" experience as we get sheer black hose and black heels to wear.

Still, nothing I haven't worn before, but it provides no defense against the grabby Kyrin. Just part of the waitress job, therefore part of my job. Not only is the casino the only official job for earthlings, but it is also a business ripe for corruption, meaning the foreign affairs department characters very well will make an appearance here. It is a place falling under their jurisdiction since it is staffed with mostly aliens.

So, for now I will keep my eyes open and look for opportunities. Once we get settled, we were taken out to the vacant poker room where we will be working for training. An extremely simple job, but we weren't getting paid for our skills. We are here to serve as eye candy and be receptive to the flirtations of Kyrin that fancy an experience with an earthling.

I have a few hours before my first shift, so I take the opportunity to walk around and get an idea of the layout. As a waitress, there are certain areas off limits to me. The hotel admin area, the money room and the security office to name a few. It doesn't really matter, but I think I'll need to know more about the money room for sure.

One way to make an impression with the foreign affairs group will lie in the money room. Researching how the money is handled and moved will be my secondary objective. That's my most likely ticket to get in with the foreign affairs group of operatives.

I get back to the dorm in time to get cleaned up and in my uniform before my shift. I hadn't expected how tight the corset would be. I can only take shallow breaths in it. The large Kyrin males seem to like my height. I also see my first Kyrin female up close. They are small but a lot better looking than I expected.

Still, it is an 8-hour shift walking around in heels, getting pawed and putting up with the sexual banter. I am tired when I get back to my bunk. I pull off the damn corset and crawl under the covers to get some sleep.

I get a good sleep, and when I wake up, I take a shower and walk down to the employee kitchen. Since the casino is open 24/7, so is the kitchen. We do yield to people on their meal break so they can get their food as fast as possible.

My dorm mate is not back, and I wonder for a moment what she did after her shift. The thought passes and I take the time to walk out of the casino to the beach.

It is half filled with Kyrins. I watch and observe them for a while. The female Kyrin are also not shy about interacting with men, even in public. I wonder if their swim wear is copied after other worlds or something they arrived at on their own as they closely resemble earth style bikinis. I guess given their society's effort to encourage reproduction, it might have changed sometime in the past. Fairly sexy for sure.

They do seem paired up, but not strictly. I observe more than one woman being "playful" with multiple males. No one seems to mind either.

It's funny how several things in their society are contradictory. Like they aren't jealous, but they really aren't trustworthy. They like simple and functional yet are very flirtatious. Maybe they save their emotions for certain things. I would love to observe how much they get fired up about the possibility of conquest of another world. Are they reserved and logical, or do they get excited about it?

Too quickly it's time to get ready for work again. I have quickly come to dislike the corset. I'd never worn one before, and maybe it is different only wearing one for a short time for your love versus wearing it for 9 hours while you work.

I get hit on a lot. Guys are not shy about it. I even get my butt slapped a couple times. I try to watch the money going in and out of the counting room. The carts look to be made of aluminum, which is abundant here on Kyrin. They take some to the basement on a dedicated elevator. I bet the safe is down there, and probably very secure.

It's only been two days, but the food and beverage supervisor reminds me that I have to be "friendly". Of course, he means I should be doing more than being friendly. I probably can't put him off much longer.

Again, I quickly crawl into bed when my shift is over. Back on earth, my wife's shift always started at 5am, so we are accustomed to going to bed early. As before, my roommate is not in her bunk when I wake up. Guess she is busy being "friendly".

I wake up feeling much better. I'd prefer to spend some time on the beach, but I doubt any of the foreign affairs people will be there, so I walk around the hotel and casino seeing if anyone interesting is there.

I grab a workout, then get cleaned up and ready for my shift. Again, the F and B supervisor is watching me, so I resolve to hopefully get him off my back if possible tonight.

It's maybe 3 hours into my shift, and I'm walking around my area taking drink orders when a guy sitting with his back to a table comments.

"Finally!" the customer says loudly. "Something in this godforsaken place worth looking at."

I don't pay him a lot of attention as I have gotten use to ignoring the sexual comments.

"Yes, I'm talking to you." He clearly addresses me.

Although he is arrogant, he is fairly handsome. Tall and fit, he at least looks well groomed.

"Thank you. Do you need something to drink?" I ask neutrally.

To make a boring story short, a cheesy pickup line and a few not very subtle comments later, he tells me he will be back when my shift is over at midnight.

I'm not looking forward to it, but it's necessary. He invites me for a stroll on the beach, but I'd prefer to cut to the chase, so I suggest we just get a drink in his room. That makes him happy and off we go.

In his room, he kisses me. Not great, but at least he's giving me a chance to warm up. Again, I think of my wife. I miss her smell. Her touch. The feeling of her sleeping next to me. It's warming me up. She is amazingly sexy, and I love making love to her.

I close my eyes, and his clumsy caresses of my tits starts to work. He undresses me and I get his pants off. Long, but not crazy thick. Very similar to the security guard at the inbound station. He lays back on the bed, and I lay sideways across him and give him head.

He likes it and indicates to give attention to both his members. He responds very favorably but is anxious to fuck. After only a few minutes, he is pushing me off him and moving around to fuck me from behind.

"Wait!" I stopped him and applied the lube from my bag.

I get him lubed up, and we resume our previous positions. At least he gives me a minute to get settled after penetrating me. It only helps a little. I thought it would be easier the second time, but it's not really. It's a lot to handle at once.

He gets down to business and again, my body is reacting to it. It is what it is. I'm doing my job. I can't help the orgasm that comes. I won't lie either; it's a big one. I grip the sheets but still make a considerable bit of noise.

What can I say? Keeping quiet during sex has never been my strength. Given the fact that I'm getting fucked by two sizeable cocks, I'd say it's expected. I guess I enjoy it more than I expected too.

Like the other time, he doesn't last too long. Guess it's double stimulation for him too. I have a second, smaller orgasm before he finishes. And just like before, it is a lot of liquid. It's a weird feeling getting that much cum pumped into me in both holes at the same time. I shudder as my orgasm returns with renewed vigor from the sensation.

After we are done, I explain that I have work tomorrow and I can't stay. He pulls his cocks out of me and rolls onto his back. He seems fine with that and at least brings me a towel to let me clean up some.

Deed done, I go back to the dorm to get some sleep. I need to get to work on my mission tomorrow.

Over the next few days, I learned more about the money room and how the money is transferred to the safe in the basement. As expected, the money room and the safe are really, really well secured, but aside from the private elevator, the transfer is not all that guarded with technology. They think they are unlikely to get attacked there, as the money transfers are kept small compared to what is probably in the safe.

That's the weakness I was looking for. I don't need to take massive amount of cash, but enough to stir things up. I've also noticed the pattern of the foreign affairs unit visiting the casino. During the week, it looks like one or more structured visits by a single inspector usually.

On the weekends, however, it's completely random who will show up and what they will do. They seem to spend a lot of time meeting and no doubt discussing business in the office areas.

I was "friendly" a couple more times. Enough to stay out of trouble at least. Things were moving too slowly for my satisfaction, but I had to be patient. I can't say this part of my job was bad. I had gotten used to the dual penetration. And I can say apparently the Kyrin are not only above average in height, but cock length compared to earth men too. Yeah, I enjoyed the sex. Sue me.

Out of the blue, about a month on planet, one of the foreign affairs members hit on me one night. I initially dismissed it as I had just been "friendly" two days ago, but my boss pulled me aside and explained that the guy is well connected, and if I wanted to keep my job, I would be open to his flirtation.

Eventually I circled back to where he was sitting. Thus time, he tried a more polite approach, so I chatted with him a little.

Then, he asked, "What are those things you are wearing?" as he pointed to my legs. "They don't seem very functional. What is their purpose?"

"They are called pantyhose." I replied. "I guess they are decorative and pleasant to the touch, not functional."

He looked at me a minute, then asked, "May I?" indicating he wanted to touch them. "Is this an appropriate spot?" he asked, positioned well below my knee.

I nodded and let him touch me.

"Very nice. I hope they catch on here." He smiled.

He wasn't the largest Kyrin I'd seen, but not bad looking and he smelled nice (a deal breaker for me). Inside I sighed, knowing I'd have to let him pick me up to keep my cover intact. Actually, not a bad idea since he is with the foreign affairs group. I might be able to get some information from him.

He takes me to a bar outside the casino after I get off work. I know he is trying to be nice, and I have to play along, but it's counterproductive to my mission. I hate wasting time, but I have to act like a normal woman to keep my story intact.

Then he takes me to a room back at the casino, apparently for the foreign affairs department. Nicely furnished, but we are there for one thing, and it isn't to enjoy the room.

I managed to put a transmitter in the lobby of the suite as he was recovering from round one. I won't repeat all the details, but he was far and away bigger than the other Kyrin I had to entertain so far. By the time I leave, both my kitty and bum are sore and overflowing. Going around with a cream pie isn't exactly fun, but an occupational hazard for the prostitutes here.

Of course, I didn't learn a lot that night, and I didn't expect to, but Akeg liked me, and came back to see me many times afterwards. I'm not sure if it's good or bad, but nobody, and I mean nobody hit on me more than once after that. I never heard a peep out of my supervisor or big boss either. I assume he had a lot to do with that. He even said I was his a few times.

The trade off for getting the information he provided me was getting railed by him anytime he wanted me. I pretty much stayed slightly sore, but my stress level sure dropped. Other than his size, I had gotten accustomed to being buttfucked. Really didn't inhibit me anymore.

Another month later, I had the information I needed as well as the supplies I needed to push the mission along to the next phase. I waited for the busiest night, after my shift to take action.

As my usual routine, when Akeg didn't take me out, I went back to my bunk to sleep. A quick loop I installed on the recording system outside our quarters let me sneak out of my room undetected. As far as anyone knew, Tatiana was fast asleep in her rack.

Meanwhile, I took the opportunity to loop the recorder in the elevator. I boarded it, and pressed the hotel floor button, then disappeared through the top access panel before releasing the loop on that camera before an empty elevator arrived at the lobby.

The hardest part was working my way through the service space in the ceiling to the casino elevator. Once there, I jumped over the shaft to the vault elevator. As I waited for the next run of cash down to the vault, I adopted my "Vladimir" persona.

The most difficult part was saying goodbye to my hair. A quick trim with the clippers was the last step at bringing Vladimir to life. Some gel to get the slicked-back look, and I was done.

I gathered up the long remains of Tatiana's hair still being held by my hair clip, and put it in a bag, then stowed it in my thigh pocket.

The nano mites finished their work altering my facial features a few moments before the elevator came to life as a trolley full of money began the descent to the basement vault.

A floor down, I hung over the side of the elevator, holding the powerful electromagnet against the side of the elevator and switched it on. Immediately the guard accompanying the trolley thumped against the side, held in place by the magnet and the Ferris metal he was wearing.

I pulled back up to the top, popped the hatch and lowered a line to the trolley, attaching it with a hook. As the elevator kept descending, the trolley rose up through the hatch. I put the hatch back in place, grabbed on to the cable that rose as the car descended until I arrived at the floor above with the trolley.

I turned off the loop I had previously put on the recorder in the hallway outside our quarters and pulled the trolley up. I opened the access door pushing the trolley out into the hallway. This was on purpose for two reasons.

First, it would exonerate Tatiana for the theft. Second, it got Vladimir on record as the thief. Can't use the cred if nobody knows about it.

I rode the hotel elevator up to the roof and pushed the trolley out. I grabbed the kits of the larger denomination bills, leaving the smaller notes in the trolley to lighten my load, and repelled down the back of the hotel with the money in my pack.

My transport was waiting, and I high tailed it into the nearby city to my safe house I had set up.

Then, I waited. And waited. One day, then two and still nothing. It looks like I got away clean. Since they didn't know who Vladimir was, even having his face on video wouldn't get me caught by casino security.

I ventured out of my sage house, but I was careful. I just needed to be spotted by a few people, but the right people. Eventually, 9 days later, a note was slid under my door one night as I slept.

We have a job for you, is all it said, then gave an address.

Just to play the game, I didn't go there for 3 days. I didn't want to appear anxious, and I wanted to project an air of arrogance about me. I'm not at their beck and call, because I'm Vladimir of the Bratva. I don't need to prove anything.

It was an ordinary apartment like building. Probably an outpost for the foreign affairs department. I went up to the place and opened the door without knocking. One, to show I am not in a subservient position and two, because they were watching and I wanted to let them know I was aware of that.

They two men in the room were not surprised at my arrival but were polite enough. When we got down to business, it was simple. They were impressed with my work and wanted my "talent" to help them with several complicated scenarios they were working on.

They were seizing power. Enough power to make a play to interrupt the trade agreement between the other planets. Quite simply, they wanted a seat at the table. The one at the head of the table, and all the benefits that come with it. They intended to turn everything upside down.

It took me two months to get a general outline of what they were doing. Between the things I helped with, the things I observed and the things I heard about, I figured most of it out.

It is good information to have it, but also very dangerous for me. It was in my best interest to communicate that information back to my boss and get the hell off the planet as quickly as possible.

I wrote my report, staying up all night to do so, and attached the file to my outbound transmission. I set up the relay, established the encryption, and checked the feed. I got the green light and started sending the file.

Not 30 seconds after I started the transmission, the door to my apartment flew open with an explosion. I knew I was under observation, but hoped I would have more time.

Being a good agent, I had a plan B and a plan C though. I climbed out the bedroom window, com in hand, and scampered up to the roof of the building.

I ran to the storage box I had put my drone in to find it destroyed. I then ran to the side of the building, removing my belt as I went, to the zip line I had put in, only to find it cut.

I looked at my com as the door to the roof blew apart in a million pieces. 70% complete. The team the foreign affairs department had sent to capture me came streaming through the door. I waited until the last second.

Right when they were on me, I threw the com as high and far as I could. It would keep transmitting all the way down to the pavement below. I hoped it was enough time to finish the message. That was my last thought before the lights went out.

(Suporn back on earth)

Five months after Tatiana left, I got worried. I know she extends the expected time away on assignments, so I won't worry, but it's been too long. I hope I don't get her in trouble, but I decided to go to her "office" to ask if she is ok.

As expected, I got the run around. No one wants to tell me anything. I am there for two hours before I finally give up and go home. I'll try back tomorrow after my shift. If they think giving me the run around will prevent me from returning, they are sadly mistaken.

At home, later that night, I got a knock on our door. I open it to see a dark-haired woman there. She is tall and fit. She introduces herself as Sylvia. She asks if she can come in to talk about Tatiana.

Of course, I let her in and start peppering her with questions about Tatiana.

"We got her report four weeks ago." She tells me. "Our action team is training for the mission there right now. They will leave in another week."

"OK, so Tatiana is back?" I ask.

"That's the thing. We lost communication with her after the report came in." she paused, knowing this was going to be difficult. "The agency has written her off and will move in without her. They have given up on her."

"Well, I haven't." I told her. "Giving up is not an option for me."

"From what Tatiana has told me about you, I thought that would be your reply." She smiled. "Here's what I can do to help you."

The key card she lifted off the guard she fucked into a coma beep quietly and the door open. A lone figure slipped inside and let the door close behind her. The figure goes over to the bed - the only furniture in the room where a tall blonde woman is passed out with her hands bound to the metal frame of the bed she is laying on.

The figure removes her shoes, opening up a compartment in the sole. Then she removes a syringe and a vial. The light that occasionally shines through the window of the door shows the figure to be an Asian female.

She draws the liquid out of the vial, into the syringe, and taps the side before releasing the air from the syringe. She grabs the blonde's arm and injects the contents into her vein.

Out of her other shoe, she pulls a device out. She manipulates the device, then pushes it into the lock holding the restraint around the blonde's left wrist before repeating the process on her other arm.

The woman lightly slaps the blonde's checks. "Tatiana, I need you to wake up."

The blonde moans and groans, still feeling the effects of the sedatives in her blood.

"I need you to wake up Tatiana." The woman repeats. "I've pumped you with enough stimulates and steroids in you to bring an elephant back from the dead."

"Su... Su... Suporn? What are you doing here?" The blonde finally stirs.

"Rescuing you." Suporn replies to Tatiana. "I wasn't going to just sit there and watch you disappear."

"But if you're here, then you." Tatiana starts to ask.

"Did what I had to so I can get you out." She cuts her off.

"Why didn't the agency send someone?" Tatiana asks.

"You've been here 6 months." Suporn answers. "They left you for dead."

"As is the protocol." Tatiana chimed in.

"Well, I will do no such thing." Suporn replies as she puts her shoes back on. "We said till death us do part, and you're not dead yet."

Tatiana smiles at her wife. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Suporn says standing up off the bed. "But right now I need Tatiana the bad-ass agent, not Tatiana my wife. We are in deep shit. The action team is only minutes behind me. Once they start attacking, we are dead ducks if we don't get out now."

Before Tatiana can respond, the door bursts open, and the previously sleeping guard runs into the room, backhanding Suporn to the floor.

Tatiana stands up off the bed, her eyes glowing with a rage so intense the guard takes a step back as an evil grin crosses her face....

(Back on earth)

"You were shot, stabbed and had your shoulder pulled out of the socket. Yet the trail of death and carnage you left in the foreign affairs building made more than one member of the action team puke their guts out.

I don't even want to know how you disemboweled that guard with your bare hands." Patricia, the director of the covert operations unit, said out loud as she reviewed the post-action report with everyone in Team Four.

"What can I say?" Tatiana replied, her arm still in a sling. "Don't fuck with my woman."

"And how is Tatiana's 'woman' coming with her training as the newest member of our medical team?" The director asked.

"She's brilliant!" the medical team leader replied. "We are lucky to have her."

"Excellent. That's exactly what I expected." Patricia smiled. "Now, on to the purpose of today's meeting. Although it was the worst kept secret in our history, I'm happy to announce Tatiana's promotion to leader of Team Four. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Director." Tatiana answered, looking over at Suporn as she said it. "What did happen to Frank?"

"When he got the report of what you did in the foreign affairs department on Kyrin, he decided to take a quick retirement before you got back." Patricia lost her smile. "I don't know if he didn't want to have to explain the mess you made to the legitimate Kyrin government or was worried that you were angry at the person who made the call to burn you, but he wasn't waiting around to find out."

Tatiana just shrugged, not revealing which one was likely correct.

"Publicly, they filed a complaint with the president." Patricia explained. "Privately, they sent their thanks for exposing the saboteurs. It would have ended very bay for everyone had they succeeded. "

"Thank you, boss." Tatiana replied. "Now, about that vacation request I put in...".

"If I see either of you in there before your maternity leave is over, you're both fired." Patricia joked. "Now get out of here."

Arm in arm, Tatiana and Suporn waddled out of the office, looking forward to making up for lost time before their half-Kyrin babies would end their peace and quiet in 4 months.