09-23-2019, 08:17 AM
(Jointly written with [nation]Democratic Republic of Eiria[/nation])
Private Time with the Private
Jonestown, Bjeorg
July 31, 1991 - midday
Abbie Foster sat in the window of a cafe overlooking a crowded street in Jonestown, nursing her coffee. It was her fourth, one of the most expensive on the menu, and she had been snacking on cakes all day too. The staff seemed perfectly happy to indulge her, especially since she continually put money in a tip jar on the counter. She knew how to please people.
She had been watching the crowds outside for Eirians since shortly after the call. She had put on one of her shorter skirts and one of her lower tops, making a face at herself in the mirror before she went out. She hated dressing like this, and she hated acting the way she planned to - but her mission came first. So she scanned the crowds, pretending to be absentminded as she searched for her prey.
She was on the verge of giving up, when she saw a young man walking along the street across the road. He was pulling on a door to a shop across the street, his face contorted as he tried to use all his strength to yank it open (and he looked very strong indeed), despite the large sign that read "PUSH" right there on the door. He pulled and pulled until another man in his group yelled something, and the first man finally pushed it.
As the group entered the shop, Abbie finished her coffee and stood up, gathering her things. She tossed a note into the tip jar, smiling flirtatiously at a male member of staff so as to keep her cover, and exited the shop. She stood outside rifling through her bag as if looking for something, one eye on the door of the shop across the street.
When the men exited, Abbie began to seemingly absentmindedly start to cross the street, still rifling through her bag. She picked her route carefully so it seemed careless, and it brought her right into the path of the man who couldn't read the push sign. He was busy talking to his friends and didn't see her coming, until she bumped right into him hard, spilling the contents of her bag on the ground.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up at him right in the eye. "I'm so clumsy! Let me pick all this up!"
The soldier stood, slack jawed, staring at her for a few moments, then helped her pick a few things up. "Ummmmmm...." He says, blushing. His friends laugh at him and leave them alone. "Uhhhhhh...... I'm sor-sorry" he says, stuttering, still stunned.
"Oh no, it wasn't you!" She said, laughing as she picked up her bag and twirled a piece of her hair. "I wasn't looking where I was going! I always do this!"
The soldier finally pulled himself together. "Ah, it's alright". He paused for a moment. "So, are you doing anything later?" He asked, flexing his huge muscles and grinning.
"Nothing at all," she said, blushing slightly. It had taken her years of practicing to be able to blush on cue, but it proved very useful. It was harder than suppressing a natural blush by far. "I'm Abbie, what's your name?"
"Shawn. Shawn Patterson". Shawn probably thought he had hit the jackpot. "How about we go to a place a little more... Private".
"That sounds fun," she said giggling. Inside she was shocked and a little horrified at how quickly the situation was progressing. She normally had to work much, much harder. Her target was exactly the kind of man her government wrote propaganda about. "We can't go to my place though, I've got maintenance people over."
She had deliberately broken one of the doors in her apartment, making it look like it had fallen off due to some kind of unavoidable flaw. Then she had called her landlord in floods of tears, and they had agreed to send someone over right away. For her plan to work, her apartment had to be unavailable.
"That's fine, I have just the place. Private, closed off, and....." He got a little closer to her. "Soundproof. Just follow me"
She giggled and made to follow him. She despised acting this way, like a little airhead. She was an incredibly intelligent woman, and a citizen of Kerlile, and yet here she was acting the fool and flirting. It was un-Kerlian, and yet she did it to serve Kerlile. Such were the contradictions in her life.
Private Time with the Private
Jonestown, Bjeorg
July 31, 1991 - midday
Abbie Foster sat in the window of a cafe overlooking a crowded street in Jonestown, nursing her coffee. It was her fourth, one of the most expensive on the menu, and she had been snacking on cakes all day too. The staff seemed perfectly happy to indulge her, especially since she continually put money in a tip jar on the counter. She knew how to please people.
She had been watching the crowds outside for Eirians since shortly after the call. She had put on one of her shorter skirts and one of her lower tops, making a face at herself in the mirror before she went out. She hated dressing like this, and she hated acting the way she planned to - but her mission came first. So she scanned the crowds, pretending to be absentminded as she searched for her prey.
She was on the verge of giving up, when she saw a young man walking along the street across the road. He was pulling on a door to a shop across the street, his face contorted as he tried to use all his strength to yank it open (and he looked very strong indeed), despite the large sign that read "PUSH" right there on the door. He pulled and pulled until another man in his group yelled something, and the first man finally pushed it.
As the group entered the shop, Abbie finished her coffee and stood up, gathering her things. She tossed a note into the tip jar, smiling flirtatiously at a male member of staff so as to keep her cover, and exited the shop. She stood outside rifling through her bag as if looking for something, one eye on the door of the shop across the street.
When the men exited, Abbie began to seemingly absentmindedly start to cross the street, still rifling through her bag. She picked her route carefully so it seemed careless, and it brought her right into the path of the man who couldn't read the push sign. He was busy talking to his friends and didn't see her coming, until she bumped right into him hard, spilling the contents of her bag on the ground.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up at him right in the eye. "I'm so clumsy! Let me pick all this up!"
The soldier stood, slack jawed, staring at her for a few moments, then helped her pick a few things up. "Ummmmmm...." He says, blushing. His friends laugh at him and leave them alone. "Uhhhhhh...... I'm sor-sorry" he says, stuttering, still stunned.
"Oh no, it wasn't you!" She said, laughing as she picked up her bag and twirled a piece of her hair. "I wasn't looking where I was going! I always do this!"
The soldier finally pulled himself together. "Ah, it's alright". He paused for a moment. "So, are you doing anything later?" He asked, flexing his huge muscles and grinning.
"Nothing at all," she said, blushing slightly. It had taken her years of practicing to be able to blush on cue, but it proved very useful. It was harder than suppressing a natural blush by far. "I'm Abbie, what's your name?"
"Shawn. Shawn Patterson". Shawn probably thought he had hit the jackpot. "How about we go to a place a little more... Private".
"That sounds fun," she said giggling. Inside she was shocked and a little horrified at how quickly the situation was progressing. She normally had to work much, much harder. Her target was exactly the kind of man her government wrote propaganda about. "We can't go to my place though, I've got maintenance people over."
She had deliberately broken one of the doors in her apartment, making it look like it had fallen off due to some kind of unavoidable flaw. Then she had called her landlord in floods of tears, and they had agreed to send someone over right away. For her plan to work, her apartment had to be unavailable.
"That's fine, I have just the place. Private, closed off, and....." He got a little closer to her. "Soundproof. Just follow me"
She giggled and made to follow him. She despised acting this way, like a little airhead. She was an incredibly intelligent woman, and a citizen of Kerlile, and yet here she was acting the fool and flirting. It was un-Kerlian, and yet she did it to serve Kerlile. Such were the contradictions in her life.
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