The Aela Frost Files Ep. 01

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The Kaela Frost Files is a new creation, and I would really appreciate your feedback using the star rating system and comments. It is my intention to create episodes, not necessarily a series, but really want to hear from you. And yes - I am still writing the next chapter of On a Remote Hilltop. Chapter four should be published soon. :) ]

The Kaela Frost Files - Distracting a Man

The sordid tales of a female intelligence operative.

Four years in and I am still receiving rookie assignments?

Kaela's angst was all internal. It was part of the training, the false persona. In only three years since the academy, she has been six different people not including herself. The latter of which she was unsure if she knew very well anymore.

This assignment would have been easy for nearly anyone if it wasn't for the target.

Kaela had a small role to play in the op; distracting the security guard to allow the team a surprise entry. She would rather be on the strike team. Full body armor and her Sig is what she would prefer, especially when she was feeling angsty and underappreciated.

The element of surprise was crucial, according to the team lead, since they had to capture the people with the equipment and programs running.

She has been on entry teams. She has been shot at and even hit once, and absolutely loved the adrenaline. Her favorite op was taking down a group of semi-sophisticated haters who felt the best way to express their opinion was to blow up a subway station. She had nestled into the group by being the slut of the lead hate monger. Her boss let her be in the raid team to satiate her personal rage that had built during her eight-week assignment.

"Fuck ya." She whispered to herself recalling ripping off her mask before ramming the stock of her rifle into Mr. Hate Monger.

The look on his face

... She reveled in the memory of her payback.

It was only through intense training and intense therapy that allowed her to do the things she needed to do.

Tonight's op would be different. There actually was a reason she was selected for a seemingly simple role, she admitted to herself. The profile of the target made him particularly difficult to distract and therefore required more experience.

David Cluff

Male 30 YO

6' 1" 225 lbs.

Married

Children 2

US Marines SFC retired.

Sheriff's Deputy Baldwin County

Christian

Rotary Club

Habitat for Humanity

And on and on. This guy was not your typical hired help. So, what the hell was he doing standing guard for a hacker cell? Why wasn't it some computer nerd with a drone and a bad need for female attention? This guy was a statue of virtue.

This is why she was handed the assignment on short notice. It was not a rookie job. Whether that thought was pride or her own attempt at self-encouragement, she wasn't sure. She had an assignment, and she was not going to let her team down. She had no intention of failing for her own professional sake, or for the sake of the target.

Kaela pondered the information in the op packet through trained and experienced eyes.

Generally, men are easy to distract. A woman merely needs to show sexual interest and a man can do little to refuse her advances. Moreover, we are trained to be professionals. How to use your sex as a weapon for good, takes up an entire year of study and there are many real-life labs to practice what was learned.

Getting a man into bed is rarely the hard part. Getting the information you want without arising suspicion is an art form, as much as it is a science. Sucking on foul dicks is merely a task that brings you closer to the goal.

Distraction is supposed to be simple. There are multiple approaches to use depending on the target, the environment, and the variables you must work with.

Drunk guy at a bar - slut.

Businessman in the office - compliments, flirty smiles, and shyness.

Hacker/Gamer (aka computer nerd) - be their fantasy by sucking their dick while he plays a video game.

Celebrity - intellectual attention with sultry. (Generally, celebs get tired of bimbos and want a bit more sophistication).

Academic - wide range of kink.

Extremists - passionate support for their cause just makes you horny.

Politician - awe struck virgin innocence with a strong work ethic and a side of kink.

Virtuous men - time.

Typically, well employed family men who pay their taxes, coach their kid's teams, go to church and still find time to volunteer for good causes are not getting into trouble. Therefore, no particular tactic can be pulled from the bag of tricks. The only thing you can do is slowly erode their virtue with sympathy and comfort. Every man needs his little boo-boos soothed by stoking his ego with respectful compliments, and a woman who does that better than his wife will begin making inroads. It just takes time.

I do not have time. I have 10 hours to prepare. He needed to be out of the scene by 7:05 this evening. If I do not succeed, he may have to be killed.

Doctrine states the mission is more important than the man, but this man is not the bad guy. He was just hired to do a job, to make some extra dough.

"Shit!" Kaela tried to bury the moral thinking and focus on the job.

There is no way I can just approach this guy in a dark alley and have him walk away with me for a romp. Maybe I should approach him before he gets to the alley? But he must commit to the job. If he calls in "sick" then someone else will take his place and the problem remains. The dialog in Kaela's head helped her reason through problems.

Kaela's thoughts swirled as she tried to devise her plan of action. The clock was ticking. She intensified her research into Mr. Cluff.

______

As a 5'7" 140 lbs. corn fed Midwestern blonde with sparkly blue eyes, Kaela Frost was a prize recruit coming out of college. BA in Business with a 3.8 GPA, bench warmer on the volleyball team, 3

rd

place in the local Tough Mudder race, good networking skills, and not afraid of challenges.

Five years ago, as she was approaching graduation, Kaela attended an on campus recruiting & job fair, and stopped at a booth she did not expect to visit.

She was looking for the big names. The Fortune 500 businesses that are at the forefront of innovation and have plenty of room for advancement and long careers. That is what her parents instilled in her; get an education, get a job, work really hard all your life, then when you are old you can slowly pay yourself with all your savings until you die. Or something like that. It sounded much better before you got out of college.

Kaela walked through the entrance to the fair at full determination speed, not even glancing at the government booths that lined the entry. She saw fatigues and uniforms of various types as she whizzed by on her way to the center area where businesses with big dollars rent large spaces creating interactive entertainment spectacles in an attempt to woo potential candidates.

It was the voice that stopped her momentum and caused her to turn. "Kaela Frost," the voice said rather loudly to grab her attention. "How would you like to be part of something even bigger than where you are going now?"

Kaela looked left toward the person who called her by name, then down to see if she was wearing a name badge. She was not.

The man wore a black suit that looked like he could be in a MIB movie. He stood near the Homeland Security booth which had a few pieces of tech and some brochures, but that was it.

Kaela's curiosity at a complete stranger knowing her name kept her from continuing on her journey. She slowly walked toward the man who introduced himself only as agent Tyler Pierce, but proceeded to open Kaela's eyes to a world she did not know existed.

After the equivalent of a master's degree worth of intense training and education, Kaela began her undercover work with DHS.

Driven, smart, capable, adaptable, lethal and an absolute 10 in the fucking department. Kaela took her job seriously and truly enjoyed getting to do something new on each assignment. The continuous training and the technology she used was years ahead of what was publicly available. The tactical firearms training was intense, but nothing held a candle to the sex education she received.

Kaela was no virgin coming out of college, but not someone who was easy to bed. She had very few one nighters and only two boyfriends since high school. She really liked the last one. He seemed so mature and thoughtful, and she thought he could be the one to father her children. That is until he screwed three incoming freshmen on orientation night on the Greek side of campus after downing nearly a quart of cheap bourbon. He couldn't even lie about it since social media posts of his exploits kept pinging her phone.

DHS sex training can be summed up as, 'hooking with a purpose' or as the staff refer to it, 'hooking for the homeland.' If the pen is mightier than the sword, then sex is mightier than a gun.

It took Kaela a number of psych prep appointments to help open her mind to the possibilities of what the training offered and how to use her body and persona to accomplish a goal. Similar to how a programmer can learn a language, but what you write with the code can be boring and glitched or mind blowing and spectacular.

Kaela Frost's physical and psychological attributes coupled with her intelligence and determination made her a woman to be reckoned with.

______

She sat at her home office reviewing every piece of information on David Cluff. "Damn, this is one good looking guy." She whispered to herself after a swig of Gatorade. Kaela had just finished her P90x routine and wore her skin like gym shorts and a sports bra. P90 was an old workout, but she loved it because it produced results.

Her thoughts went back to the last time she actually thought someone was attractive and came up with nothing since school. Everything since then has been business. Sure, there have been a few attractive men in the office or people she saw while on assignment, but none of those are approachable. In fact, as she thought about it, she hasn't had sex with anyone that she wanted to have sex with since that asshole who cheated on her.

The more she stared at David's photos, the more she began to imagine herself with him. She took a full body portrait of him wearing jeans and a t-shirt and fed it into her AI graphics generator. Then, she highlighted his clothes and typed 'naked' in the prompt. The AI system examined the figure, isolated his clothes, and removed them by generating the best guess as to what was underneath, providing a couple of different possibilities.

The image the system created would have shamed Michael Angelo's David. His muscle definition, wide V shaped body with meaty thighs. The generator always has trouble with penises without some help, however AI seemed to like Mr. Cluff and gave him a nice eight-inch dangler.

A smile began to appear on Kaela's face. She should not be doing this, and she should definitely not be doing what she had already begun.

She took a similar full body photo of herself and removed her clothes with the AI generator and was impressed at how close it got to what she sees in the mirror.

Perky B+ to C- breasts, soft pink areola, strong shoulders, good muscle definition with just enough softness in the midsection to hide her abs. A narrow waist with a sweet looking little vagina, that without context, you would think is jailbait. She didn't shave there; she didn't have to. Her natural blonde pubes were nearly see though and soft as peach fuzz. Her ass was round and firm, a testament to her athletic prowess. Her legs were proportionate to the rest of her gorgeous body. Probably a bit more muscular than a runner's legs, but not thick like a bicyclist.

Kaela then took the two generated images of David and herself, placed them in the image prompt then added a LoRa that would help the AI system resolve sexual imagery. She was being naughty.

She typed 'missionary, epic sex, passion' in the prompt and hit generate.

The first image came into focus, but the arms and legs were bent out of proportion and there may have been six arms between them. The second image began appearing and even before it was completed Kaela had moved her left hand under the fabric of her shorts.

Her pupils widened as the generation came into focus in 4k. She lay naked on a firm bed with light blue sheets and a few pillows strewn about. Her legs were spread wide with knees elevated. Her mouth was partially open, her hair a mess and her eyes, full of lust, starred at the man above her.

David Cluff was on his spread knees holding Kaela's thighs. His meaty eight-inch prick 3/4 deep into Kaela's tight pussy. Juice was coating his dick and running down her slit onto the sheets making a dark wet spot. David's gaze back into Kaela's eyes was memorizing, his butt cheeks were flexed and dimpled as he thrust into her.

Kaela rubbed her clit as real juices lubricated her fingers.

The image appeared so authentic she could hardly tell it wasn't a photo. Her body was getting into her self-love and her mind entered the photo like the opening scene of a sex tape.

She was getting hammered by David, he wanted her and she wanted him. Their fit bodies wrestled each other for lustful control. David's prick gliding out and pounding back home sending shockwaves through Kaela as her breasts rolled with each thrust. She fingered furiously as he fucked her. They were two desperate people craving a release that had been denied them. Sweat glistened on their flesh, the pace intensified. Kaela felt close and heard David begin to moan. He dropped down on top of her flattening her to the bed and began pile driving her pussy. She wrapped her legs around the top of his hips, adding her strength to his ramming. Their sounds rose rhythmically with the rapid thumping of muscular hips.

Kaela's orgasm burst forward as she cried out, reeling in her photo induced masturbation fantasy, slumping off the chair and collapsing on the carpet with her hand still firmly on her mound and middle finger soaking in her wet slit. She panted, inhaling the dust out of the carpet, while enjoying the aftermath of her fantastic orgasm.

David would be an awesome fuck. I should name my dildo, 'David,' in honor of that. She thought to herself. Even though she rarely used her soft plastic imitation dick, if she printed out the image on her screen...

No. No. No, I can't do that. Kaela put a stop to her fantasy and where those thoughts were taking her.

She sat up taking one last deep breath. She had a job to do and whether David was married or not, she was going to figure out how to get that man out of the way tonight.

Kaela headed off to the shower and had to stop herself from round two as her desire begged to be unleashed again.

After a few hours of thought and a couple phone calls, she checked in with the team lead and gave him the thumbs-up for her part. She was on her own.

______

Kaela checked into a downtown hotel, donned her outfit for the evening and applied the appropriate level of makeup. She checked her purse for the essentials of the job and assignment, making sure her credentials and concealed carry were in easy reach. She hardly ever kept her actual DHS badge on her person, but tonight it may come in handy.

Ms. Frost left her hotel at 6:30 PM and began walking down busy streets wearing a business professional black pinstripe skirt, white blouse, dark pantyhose, and black gumshoe Converse for street walking. Her hair hung wavy above the shoulders with a few bobby pins to keep her face clear. Her makeup was office professional with low gloss virgin pink lipstick with no rouge and a slight foundation. She intentionally applied eyeliner to look like she had worn it all day and made sure it was the type that ran with sweat and tears. Her purse, a low-end Louis Vuitton, was secure, strapped over her neck and located under her left elbow and forearm, for protection and easy access.

Kaela walked toward her goal with confident butterflies. She turned down a street with less people as she moved away from the high rent district. A few more blocks to go. The time was 6:50. The thrumming in her heart was audible. She could see the alley up ahead. 6:54.

At 6:55, less than twenty feet from the alley entrance, a large man wearing sunglasses and long coat burst from behind a dumpster, grunting as he lunged toward Kaela.

She screamed in surprise, instinctively turning away from her attacker as he grabbed for her purse strap. Missing, he tore her blouse as Kaela took off at a run down the alley screaming for help. The dark clad man followed yelling, "Bitch! You trapped now!"

Kaela, with her blouse nearly torn in two, sprinted frantically to David Cluff who was standing guard in front of a steel door near the end of the alley. "Help me! Help me!" She cried in desperation, running into him and cowering behind David.

David tried taking steps toward the assailant, but Kaela held him tight, whimpering in fear.

The dark clad man, getting a look at the guard, gave up his pursuit and hurried out of the alley.

David turned to the girl heaving sobs behind him. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Are you injured?"

Kaela stood up getting her sobs under a bit more control and held her blouse together poorly, letting her lace bra into the show. Taking a few more deep breaths and nodding, "I-I, think I'm OK. Just, he really scared me." She squeaked the words letting her tears and sweat ruin her mascara.

She looked up into David's strong eyes with her puddled blue helpless expression. "Would you take me to my car?" She begged with fear in her voice. "I was almost ready to unlock my doors when that guy started chasing me."

"Certainly, ma'am."

"Ma'am?"

"Um, sorry, it's a habit." His deep voice resounded with gentle concern. "Miss?"

Kaela managed a sad smile while still giving him her puddled eyes. "Kaela. My name's Kaela and I really would appreciate you walking me to my car. Thank you so much for being here. I don't know what would have happened if you..." She began to whimper again.

David looked at the door he was protecting, then up and down the L shaped alley. He put his arm gently around Kaela's shoulders and began walking her shaking frame toward the entrance she had run in from just moments ago. He looked down at this beautiful and frightened young woman with a deep sense of remorse for her at nearly being a victim of another street crime. David caught more than a glimpse of her lace bra and the sheer fabric that covered her left breast. Even in the Alley light he could see her flesh through the material, but quickly averted his eyes and scolded himself for looking.

Kaela looked around as if a ghost could pop up from anywhere, leaning into David as they rounded the alley and headed toward a parked sedan a few steps away.

7:02 PM

David and Kaela reached the car wordlessly, in a tender embrace of strangers who go out of their way to help people they don't know. David, believing he was helping a young lady in distress. Kaela knowing she was saving his ass from being plowed by a federal raid party.

7:03 PM

"Thank you. You saved my life." Kaela gave him the best damsel in distress voice she had, then hugged him letting her torn blouse fall open.

Although David had armor under his shirt, he had the vague sensation of breasts being pushed against it and held her to his chest a bit longer than professionally appropriate.

"I was just in the right place at the right time. It's my pleasure to help in any way I can." David slowly separated from her embrace and used his fingers to gently lift Kaela's chin up, so they were looking into each other's eyes.

7:04 PM

"How can I reward my hero?" Kaela said in a voice that did not seem quite fitting to the scenario they just came from. She said this as she opened her purse and produced her ID. Simultaneously, she said flatly, "David, DHS, I need you to listen to me very carefully."