Please note, this is not only my first posting here, but my first ever attempt at erotic fiction. Please don't judge me too harshly, and I promise to get better.
As a note for potential readers, this first part is only mildly erotic. Think of it as an aperitif; a little taste to whet the appetite. I will post more if this one goes down well enough.
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Kaylee Harlow stood outside Director Baxter's office and brushed her black regulation-length pencil skirt down nervously. She straightened up again and took a moment to compose herself.
Slow deep breaths, Kaylee. You know you can handle this, whatever this is.
It was true, and Kaylee did know it. She had worked damn hard to get where she was, and where she was in the Data Analysis office of the UK Intelligence Services. She was the best deep analyst the agency currently had here in London, and her reputation for clean, professional efficiency was well documented. It was only natural that her abilities would gain the attentions of those above her, she thought to herself, as she made a quick check of her crisp white blouse. Noticing one of her buttons was slightly unfastened, she took a moment to quickly slip it back into its proper place.
Unfortunately it was at that moment that the door in front of her opened, revealing the spacious office within. Startled, Kaylee froze for a moment, with her slender fingers delicately wrapped around the ivory button.
"Miss Harlow, please, come in. My name is Miss Penny."
Kaylee turned towards the voice, and found a tall, middleaged lady holding the door open for her. She was dressed in similar attire to Kaylee, white blouse, black skirt and heels, as regulations stipulated, and she kept her blonde hair pulled back in a neat bun. She smiled warmly, and Kaylee found herself relaxing, dropping her arms to her side as she entered the room, smiling back at the older lady as she passed.
"Thank you, Miss Penny." She felt a stray black hair slip down in front of her eyes and reached up to brush it away as she looked into the other lady's striking green eyes. "I'm here to see Mr Baxter?"
"Actually," Miss Penny smiled, "Baxter isn't here. He's currently balls deep in his wife's little sister, not that it matters." She grinned at what Kaylee realised must have been her shocked expression, and continued. "You're here to see me. Please, sit down, and let me explain." She motioned to a pair of large leather armchairs in one corner of the office, and a confused Kaylee moved over and sat down, absently brushing her skirt down again as she did so. Miss Penny slipped her elegant frame into the seat opposite, and looked her in the eyes.
Kaylee found herself beginning to feel uncomfortable under the direct gaze of the confident woman sitting opposite, and shifted slightly in her seat. She could feel the hairs on the back of her arms slowly rising, sending tickly little shivers up her spine. Despite this, she found herself keeping her gaze firmly fixed on the emerald eyes in front of her, determined to keep her composure despite her confusion.
Miss Penny held her gaze for what felt like forever, and then smiled, a surprisingly gentle gesture, Kaylee thought. "My apologies, Miss Harlow, for the slightly.. unconventional.. methods of meeting you, but we have certain protocols that have to be observed. Obfuscation is the key. Hide the truth behind a veil of misinformation and petty detail. You will find that, if anybody feels the need to check, Mr Baxter was here, meeting you, and not out sacrificing his career and marriage for a quick squirt in a lukewarm sleeve."
Kaylee couldn't stop herself from gasping at Miss Penny's colourful turn of phrase. Who was this woman, and what was going on here? Was the whole meeting a setup? Was she only here to provide her boss with an alibi as he met up with his horny sister-in-law? Kaylee's mind raced, and she felt her face flush.
"So, I'm not really here to see Mr Baxter? He didn't.. I mean.. he hasn't asked for me?" She couldn't keep the disappointment from her voice, and felt a quick pang of shame. She needed to stay professional, despite what she had just heard. "And if anybody asks me what he wanted to see me about?"
Kaylee noticed the corners of Miss Penny's mouth curl upwards slightly as she replied. "That depends on you, Miss Harlow, and how you choose to proceed when this meeting finishes. You can choose to return to your desk, as the proud owner of this Agency's first 'Employee of the Month' badge." She leaned forward with an exaggerated mock conspiratorial wink and continued, "With all appropriate rewards and benefits, of course."
Kaylee stared at the woman incredulously. "That's your cover story? A bogus staff reward scheme?" She found herself slightly disappointed. "It's a bit obvious, isn't it? I mean, it's an awful lot of bother just to hide a quick romantic tryst. Won't all this just draw more attention to things?"
Miss Penny leaned back in her chair and crossed her long legs. Dancer's legs, thought Kaylee from out of nowhere.
"Oh, do you think so?"
It took a moment for Kaylee to register exactly what Miss Penny was hinting at. "Well, don't you-Oh! You do!" She stared wide-eyed at the elegant lady sitting opposite her, looking so prim and butter-wouldn't-melt. "You want him to get caught!?"
Miss Penny gave another small smile as she replied, "Of course, my dear. His little bit of bimbo makes him a security risk, and the Agency doesn't like security risks. I don't like security risks." She uncrossed her legs and stood up slowly. "Mr Baxter dealt his own hand. He may still prove useful, temporarily, but his time with the Agency is marked. A replacement will be appointed in due course."
As she spoke, Miss Penny turned and walked away from her chair, towards the centre of the room. Kaylee found herself watching the woman's tight calf muscles flex as she walked away, and knew she was right about the older woman being a dancer or similar. Kaylee herself had gymnast's legs, a legacy from her high school years, and she recognised the signs of years of work and effort in a fellow athlete.
She started when she realised that Miss Penny had stopped walking and was turning back around. Kaylee quickly brought her gaze up to meet Miss Penny's, as a thought hit her.
"So what was all that bit about hiding things? Aren't you doing the opposite? You're exposing Mr Baxter's affair.."
"By hiding it quite badly, yes," Miss Penny almost laughed, "and that's not the best bit, Miss Harlow. Do you want to know what the best bit of all this is?"
Kaylee found herself nodding automatically, waiting for the best bit.
"This is all a cover for the real reason I called you up here, Miss Harlow."
Kaylee sat forward in her seat and stared open-mouthed at this new revelation from Miss Penny. She didn't even notice that the movement had caused her tight black skirt to rise up her thighs, exposing just a hint of stocking top.
"Don't get me wrong," Miss Penny continued, "Baxter was on his way out anyway. We just brought the operation forward a few weeks. The point is, I needed to speak to you, quite urgently, and now here you are."
Kaylee could feel the pulse at the base of her neck throb, and she had to make an effort to keep her voice steady as she spoke. "I'm sure I really don't understand..", but found herself trailing off as Miss Penny raised a single manicured finger to her delicate lips.
Once she was sure of Kaylee's silence, she continued. "I head a department within the Agency that specialises in undercover work. We place people within organisations that come to the attention of the Agency, and we keep an eye on them. One such organisation that came to our attention recently is known as Elysium, and it's been actively recruiting some very powerful people."
This was all getting a bit too much for Kaylee to take in, and she made to speak, but Miss Penny cut her off with a casual wave.
"There will be time for questions later, Miss Harlow. Now is the time for you to sit still and listen, understand?"
When Kaylee didn't immediately reply, she found Miss Penny suddenly standing directly in front of her, her tall frame bearing down uncomfortably close to Kaylee's slighter figure.
"Do you understand me?"