AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey. This is my first attempt at writing any sort of erotic fiction and I hope that it's something you enjoy. This is based off an idea from another writer on this website tnhardon whose series called THE AGENCY is fantastic and inspired me to attempt my own version of the story. The story and world he has created is vast and I felt I wanted to explore it more and after reaching out to him, he kindly agreed to allow me to follow his premise and use some of the same elements he used so well in his story. I encourage you to read his all his stories but in particular his THE AGENCY series. Please follow this link to the original story:
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-agency-ch-01-recruitment
or this link for other great stories by the writer:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3090861&page=submissions
Thanks and I hope you enjoy my first part, more to come I hope.
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The Agency: The Kit Cornell Chronicles
Chapter 1: Recruitment.
Office parties are the worst. This office party was probably even more so because it was a retirement party. I honestly didn't want to be in this dingy bar drinking terrible $3-dollar beers with the oldest members of my work colleagues. The fact that it was a retirement party did make it an obligation to be there, though I wasn't going to enjoy it. I sat at the corner of the bar, nursing what must have been my fifth beer saying to myself that this was my last for the night. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to be heading home to probably finish last night's cold pizza and watching 'Big Bang Theory' re-runs. When I had moved to LA a year ago I never thought that this is what my life would have become. I was working for a measly 30k in a tech company that probably now only saw me as a number. I should probably thank Tom for remembering to invite me out for drinks, even if deep down I never liked him. He was one of those guys that did nothing and took credit for your work. Typical management type. Staring at the bottom of my beer I thought 'Thank God, today is Friday, I need the weekend badly". I was about to finish my beer when a gorgeous blonde woman sat at the bar next to me. She looked completely out of place. Mind you with the party I was at any 20-something woman in a bar like this would have looked out of place.
She was wearing a dark red bodycon dress that accentuated everything good about her. Her hair was about shoulder length and tossed slightly to one side allowing me to see her right ear and the bright red ruby stud stuck in her ear. She also had another earring on the top of her ear. It reminded me of an old girlfriend I had had in college. Girls like that never lose that rock and roll edge, no matter how respectable or high-powered they become later in life. The dress she wore was slight low cut so you could see the slightest hint of cleavage but nothing that was going to draw too much attention from her beautiful face. She had clear blue eyes and slight freckles sprinkled across her slender nose. Her makeup was minimal, she was obviously going for the 'natural' look, it suited her. There were two details that really made her stand out though. Some high-class women often came to bars like this to get away from stock broker types, while others get their kicks from rejecting fools like me, others come here to get some 'rough'. This woman looked like she was here for a different purpose. Firstly, I noticed her watch. It had an expensive look but it wasn't in your face flashy. Around LA women who had her wealth would always have the flashiest watch possible, it would be a status symbol.
A subtle way of showing they were rich and meant business. Her watch while expensive had a simple white face with a gold exterior. This made me think that there was more to this woman than met the eye, she was classy but didn't feel the need to flaunt it. Secondly her shoes. Her shoes were these black pointed high heels with red soles. Louboutin's. I only knew this because a friend of mine from home had bought them as an engagement gift to his fiancΓ©e. I told him that ring was enough. He didn't have to spend another couple of grand on shoes to make her happy, he of course disagreed. The shoes were a curious touch as no woman would risk their expensive shoes in a dive bar like the one we were currently in. I had noticed them because her legs were perhaps her best feature. She wasn't very tall but she made the most of her legs. They were thick but feminine and looked silky smooth covered in a pair of black, what I assumed to be stockings. Or maybe I just hoped they were! In LA they were lots of women like this, but they would never be in places like this and any woman who was, it was because they had yet to make it big. She must have noticed me staring because she looked up from her phone and turned to me.
"Hi", she said in a soft voice. It was my first time to see her face fully, she was truly stunning, her bright blue eyes almost putting me in a trance.
"Hi", I replied nervously. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare."
"That's okay. I guess I kind of stick out like a sore thumb here, huh?" she said as she smiled and turned away, slightly embarrassed, pushing her hair back behind her ear.
"Yeah, I don't think you are this establishment's regular clientele" I said, desperately trying to keep the conversation going. As soon as the words left my mouth I felt as though it was a dick thing to say. I had never been any been great at chatting up women but I had had a few so I had a lot of Dutch courage.
"Are you from around here?" I enquired, knowing the answer before she said anything, no woman is ever originally from LA.
"No, not originally. I am actually from New York, but business has brought me here."
"Wow. I am from New York originally as well. I moved here about a year ago. It is the only place really to get any kind of experience in the tech industry."