The hot shower rained its glory on Gina Moody's toned body, she used a generous blob of body scrub and washed his stink off her. Mike was her little addiction, after a job she would seek him out and impale herself on his generous cock, relishing how he would stretch her neatly waxed pussy, and then would let him enjoy her ass as his little reward. Regarding herself in the full-length mirror, her toned athletic body was a treat for the eyes of both men and women- Moody wasn't prudish. She had always thought cutting out half the population was rather restricting and simply short-sighted, Mike was the only man, she could rely on to satiate her loins at short notice. As she squeezed out the remaining water from her shoulder-length blonde hair, large droplets dribbled down Her nipples were erect, crowing her pert, small tits, her hands brushed off my water droplets and reached for the door of her wet room shower, Distaining a towel, she walked out of the room, and down the plush apartment hallway to her bedroom, as expected Mike had discreetly left, leaving a note with a cute drawing of an erect cock and heart, on the white Egyptian cotton pillow.
"Silly boy" Moody smiled and slipped the paper into her bedside drawer. Noting the time on her bedside clock, she had an hour before the maid was due, so she decided to leave the bed in its disarray and complete her beauty regime, Amy would understand. Slipping her hand into her tub of moisturiser, she gently rubbed the expensive L'Oréal salve on her skin, enjoying the sensation of the moisture being locked into her body.
The cell phone chirped a specific note. A text from Control
She ignored it, concentrating on rubbing the rich emollient on her legs but the phone chirped again and then finally broke into a long ring. Wiping any remaining lotion off her hands, she scooped up the flip phone.
"Hello?" Her tone was light, but a hint of annoyance seeped through.
"Regents Park. One hour." The ice on Control's voice could have been chipped off with a pick. Closing the phone, Moody opened the fitted wardrobe, and selected a pair of black satin panties, her usual leather pants, black halter neck and leather bikers' jacket and tall matching boots- her 'business suit'.
Almost an hour later, Control sat uncomfortably on a bench, a tall willowy short-haired woman in a dark woollen coat stared at the boating lake, lacking any boats on this mid-winter day. Moody, motorcycle helmet in hand walked up and took the space beside her.
"Control." Moody nodded, recognising the woman's authority and respect for her service to the nation.
"Don't you feel the cold, young lady?" Control remarked, noting the lack of layers on her hard body.
"Nope. What can I do for you?" Moody replied, amused by Control's irritation at having to leave her comfortable office.
"Follow me to the car. I'm freezing my tits off!" Control stood and hurried away from the park to Park Road. Immediately, a waiting black Range Rover, with privacy windows pulled away and drove to meet her. A tall, black-suited, cropped-haired man alighted from the front passenger side and opened the rear door for her. Control slipped into the rich leather seat. Moody tossed her helmet to the assistant, walked around the other side, and got in without assistance. With the car speeding off down Park Road, Control sighed with satisfaction at the warmth being pumped into the rear of the car.
"First of all, well done on your last job. The PM would thank you, but she doesn't know a thing about it." Control turned to her operative, "We have a small issue, in the Midlands. We want you to look at it for us."
"Small issue?" Moody asked.
"A potential threat to our idea of democracy. A rather charismatic young man has been rather outspoken in his belief our government is involved in some sort of conspiracy." Control shivered in her coat, and sniffled.
