NOTE: This is a work of original fiction. All names, circumstances, or situations herein are purely fictional. They are not based upon either real people, governments, organizations, places, or real events. Should any parallels to real circumstances be drawn, historical or otherwise, they are purely coincidental.
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"[Y. A.], deputy of the KGB, [.....], was responsible for sex spy operations among the creative intelligentsia. He used [....] ballerinas, as well as cinema and theater actresses [....] to create a Sexpionage school."
---- This is an excerpt taken from the Wikipedia entry: "Sexpionage".
"If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself."
------ George Orwell, 1984.
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Prologue
(continued from my previous story "Entrapment of a Sparrow")
"Ah. Ms. Petrova, please have a seat," said the man seated behind his desk. He partially stands up from his desk, in an attempt to make a chivalrous gesture showing deference towards this beautiful young woman despite his high rank. His hand makes a short sweeping motion that directs her to sit in the vacant chair just in front of his large mahogany desk.
"Thank you," the woman says elegantly, but with a noticeable tremble in her voice.
"Ms. Petrova...," he begins looking down and adjusting his sleeves, but then pauses, as if to take a different approach. With his head still slightly downward, his eyes look up at her, "May I call you Alexa?"
"Yes, of course, Sir Colonel," Alexa responds in her soft voice. She is seated with her back straight, projecting the air of refinement, carefully indoctrinated during many years of strict education in her youth. Also, her behavior was becoming of her post at the Foreign ministry.
"Excellent!", the Colonel said with an air of comradery. "Well then, let's get on with it... Shall we?".
The Colonel had graying hair, certainly in his late 50s. He has the demeanor of an experienced military officer, perhaps former KGB or from another military intelligence branch. He had a healthy and fit body for his age but was not excessively large. His eyes were gray and sharp, tucked tightly just below his thick black but graying eyebrows. He wore military attire of his rank that was fit perfectly to his frame. Rather than instilling a sense of ease with his cool and gentry-like mannerisms, they made Alexa quite uneasy.
Alexa gazed forward without changing her facial expression - stoic - like a good soldier. She was not military, but belonging to the Foreign ministry she had strict military-like training. During all this, she wondered why she was here. Perhaps, she was to be complimented on the job well done for her part in documenting intelligence in last month's diplomatic mission in Baku, Azerbaijan?
"Alexa," he started, "How long have you been with us?" posing a rhetorical question to which he was fully aware of the answer. "Now over 6 years, no?"
"Yes Sir Colonel," she answers, not knowing where this conversation is going.
"Yes, I know you do good work, and your station chief talks very highly of you," he says in a dry but somewhat relaxing congenial manner.
"Thank you, Sir Colonel."
"You are a very beautiful young woman, Alexa."
She had not expected this comment. She blushes and lets out involuntarily a short subtle gasp that turns into a frown that she quickly tries to control. Despite her efforts, she momentarily looks down to her hands, with a gesture of youthful shyness and embarrassment.
"I, umh...." she begins to muster, but then, as if remembering that she is not a schoolgirl, she rapidly composes herself again. She straightens her back and changes her facial expression to that of a stoic soldier.
"Thank you, Sir Colonel," looking straight ahead, not at his eyes, but as if looking at a distant point past him, as an obedient patriotic salute to his rank. No, as if she is the product of her country and it is her patriotic duty to serve fatherland and be proud, beautiful, and perfect.
He snaps his fingers, and one of the military officers on duty at the door brings over a large cardboard folder used to store documents. The soldier places it on the table in front of the Colonel, and leaves. The Colonel then takes out one of the folders from the box. He removes a gray covered document that is typical of the Intelligence unit with the formal seals of the agency. It has a large red "top secret" mark stamped over the cover. The document is many pages long and stapled at the top.
"Alexa. I have here a dossier." He lifted one of his brows slightly, "A rather interesting dossier, I should say," as he puts on his reading glasses at the end of his nose, and opens the first page to the contents.
Alexa cannot make out the contents or subject matter of the document. For a few moments, he acts to be reading so as refreshen his memory of its contents, but it is obvious that he knows what it portends. He then starts to flip page after page very quickly, simply scanning the text with his eyes but not reading. His facial expression does not change during this. At some point in the middle of the document he stops and lifts his eyes to meet hers.
"Do you have any idea what it could be about?" he said calmly without changing his facial expression.
"Why, no," she says, quizzingly, slightly raising her eyebrows and showing a genuine expression of puzzlement, almost worried. This was a curious question, she stammered to herself.
His expression does not change.
"No Sir Colonel. How would I know, Sir?" she answered with all sincerity.
He placed the document face down on his desk and reached into the box from which he removed a folder. It seemed to be filled with many large glossy photos, perhaps the size of A4 paper. It was clear that they were photos, but Alexa could not determine what.
The Colonel took the first photo in his hands to examine it, but still concealing it from Alexa. After a few moments without changing his facial expression, the Colonel placed it on the table for Alexa to see. It was a photo of two naked women in a lurid lesbian act. Their faces were not visible, but one was lying on a bed with her legs open while the other was licking her bald pussy.
The blood rushed from Alexa's face. She was in utter horror. Her gaze remained fixed on the photo. Her mind was in a frenzy. How? Why? It was as if her whole mind stopped. It was as if the universe fractured and time split.
Without lifting her head, the Colonel set another photo on top of the first. In this photo, Alexa's face and naked body were clearly visible. As in the first, the other woman's face was concealed. In the photo, Alexa's facial expression was that of pure ecstasy. The other woman was Kira even though her face could not be seen. The woman that Alexa had secretly fallen in love with.
While she stared at the photo in disbelief, the Colonel removed from the cardboard folder a recording device that looked like a small pen. He turned it on. The recording began with muddled voices. Then, Alexa could clearly discern her own voice.
"Lick my pussy, oh please! Please lick my pussy!" her voice called out.
