Double Exposure Pt 06

Double Exposure - Part 6: The Female Persuasion

22 April 1983. 10:17 am. Washington DC

The chandeliers of the Mayflower Hotel cast a golden glow over the lavish State dinner. Crystal glasses clinked, silverware chimed against porcelain, and hushed conversations filled the air as international dignitaries discussed matters both significant and mundane.

Claire Weber stood near the bar, champagne in hand, her sapphire-blue dress a calculated choice--elegant, alluring, but not desperate. She was a master of the game, the person Echelon sent when subtlety was required. She was very comfortable with the art of seduction, but this situation was different.

Her target was Natalya Markova, a high-level Russian intelligence officer stationed at the Soviet embassy. Natalya was dangerous, an operator with a taste for secrets--and, reportedly, also a taste for women as well as men.

Seduction. It was the only viable option, according to the mission analysis. Claire gave pause when this mission was presented to her. She had never seduced a woman. Tonight, that would have to change.

Echelon's first choice for the mission was a seasoned male agent. Unfortunately, his last mission ended with a crippling injury which he was now recovering from. That left Claire, a less than ideal replacement given her lack of experience with women, the now mission suddenly was fraught with risk.

Claire looked across the room and saw Natalya was already at her table, a vision in black satin, her lips painted a deep crimson. She radiated an effortless confidence. Her short, dark hair framing sharp cheekbones. She laughed at something the French attaché seated next to her had said, her voice a husky purr that sent a shiver down Claire's spine.

Claire approached, her heart steady despite the uncertainty that tingled in her veins. She placed a hand on the back of an empty chair beside Natalya.

"Is this seat taken?" Claire's voice was smooth, just a hint of playfulness.

Natalya looked up, her dark eyes scanning Claire with curiosity before she gestured elegantly. "Please, join me. It is always a pleasure to dine with such beauty."

Claire smiled, tilting her head just so. The dance had begun.

"Chloe Campbell." Claire introduced herself, extending her hand.

"Natalya Markova." Natalya responded while gently caressing Claire's hand as it was extended to her. She eyed Claire like a wolf eyeing up a sheep. "I cannot believe that someone in that dress would be here alone."

Claire blushed at the compliment. "I'm the 'plus one' for my boyfriend. He's a junior member in the State Department, but he seems to have better things to do at the moment than spend time with me."

"Well your boyfriend's loss is my gain." Natalya said with a smile.

It didn't take long for their initial pleasantries to quickly blossom into a stimulating, flirtatious exchange. Claire tested the waters, letting her fingers graze Natalya's wrist as she reached for her wine. Natalya's stillness fueled her confidence. Claire leaned in, her voice a low murmur.

"Miss Markova, I've heard whispers about you," Claire said, her voice low. "You have a reputation. Men speak of your beauty and intellect, with a hint of fear. As for the women..." She let the sentence trail off, her eyes meeting Natalya's. "They admire...your other qualities."

Natalya's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And what do you think?"

"I think you enjoy being admired and desired, no matter who is doing it." Claire answered with a hint of seduction in her voice.

Natalya lifted her glass, amusement flickering in her gaze. "That I do. And you, Chloe? Do you admire me? Or even desire me?"

Claire met her eyes, letting the moment stretch, her pulse quickening. "I do," she admitted, allowing sincerity to color her voice. It wasn't a lie. Natalya was stunning, magnetic in a way Claire hadn't anticipated.

The subtle dance of seduction took hold. Natalya's knee pressed against Claire's, a silent invitation. Claire mirrored her advances, desire mingling with a growing unease. Natalya was captivating. The question hung in back of Claire's mind: how far would she allow this to progress? The thought of intimacy, the first with a woman, was both thrilling and terrifying.

Natalya was extremely skilled at the game of seduction, and she could detect the subtle changes in Claire as she struggled internally with her dilemma. And that is when the mood suddenly shifted.

Natalya's gaze sharpened, and suddenly, she pulled back. "You are very good at this," she mused, swirling her wine. "But you still have much to learn."

Claire froze, masking her reaction with a slow sip of her drink. "At what?"

Natalya chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "At seduction. At playing a role." She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing Claire's ear. "Tell me, my dear American... did you come here for me, or for my secrets?"

Panic welled up in Claire, a suffocating lump, but she forced it down. Natalya's perception of her ruse felt like a physical blow.

"You're good," she said, her voice laced with suspicion. "But not good enough."

Natalya then rose from her chair and left.

The mission was a bust.

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The next day at Echelon headquarters, Claire wasn't sure what to expect as she entered the debriefing room. Conrad Burns, her mission supervisor, was already seated, wordlessly studying the file in front of him. She took a seat across the table from him.

Claire sat patiently counting the minutes, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Conrad never looked up from the file he was reading. She assumed it was her written mission debrief. Finally, after five minutes of the only sound being Conrad turning the file pages, Claire spoke. "Will anyone else be joining us?"

Conrad closed the file before finally looking up. "You hesitated."

Claire at first looked at him with confusion, but she quickly realized he was referring to her botched mission. "I tried." she said.

"That slight hesitation you got from whatever unease you were feeling caused you to freeze." Conrad said, his tone sharp. "You had her, and you let her slip away."

Claire stared at him, unsure as to what to say.

"For how talented of an agent you are, especially with persuasion and seduction, you still have a lot to learn." Conrad opened the file back up, and began reviewing it again. Without looking up at Claire, he said "You will be temporarily taken off active mission status until you complete some additional training the agency has laid out for you."

Claire was shocked with this news and began to protest. "Off active mission status? What the--" she said as she began to raise her voice.

Conrad interrupted Claire before she could finish her sentence. "You will report to Elena immediately this afternoon at an offsite location." He slid a small piece of paper with an address written on it.

Claire's eyes went wide when she heard the name 'Elena'. Elena was a legend in the Agency--a master manipulator, an expert in seduction and subterfuge. No one knew her real background. Some said she was a former KGB asset who had defected. Others swore she had been a French courtesan before turning to espionage. But no one knew for sure. All Claire knew was that Elena was the best at what she did, and what she did was seduction.

Claire was at a loss for words. "She will be waiting for you." was all that Conrad said before giving her a nonverbal signal, dismissing her.

She walked out of the debriefing room in a daze. She had heard many stories of Elena's supposed exploits, but so many of them seem too fantastical to be true. She had only seen Elena in passing at various times at Echelon and she had never spoken to her. Now she would be working one-on-one with her for training. Claire didn't know what to think. She made her way to her car and then drove out to the address that Conrad provided her.

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Claire adjusted her blouse out of nervousness, her fingers trembling slightly as she stepped into the dimly lit private room at the Congressional Country Club. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and cigars, the aroma was overtly masculine.

Elena lounged on a plush velvet chair, her crimson lips curling into a knowing smile. She was older, maybe 15 years older than Claire, but she was stunning. She was the epitome of confidence, her ebony hair cascading over one shoulder, her sharp green eyes appraising Claire with a mix of amusement and challenge. "So, the infamous Claire Weber," Elena said, her voice velvety smooth. "I've heard so much about your abilities, but yet, here you are, nervous as a schoolgirl."

Claire cleared her throat, forcing herself to meet Elena's gaze, ignoring the slight. "I was told that you can help me." She said, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of nervousness.

Elena simply stared, unblinking, without saying a word. After a period of uncomfortable silence, Claire spoke. "Persuasion and seduction of men...comes natural to me. But on my last mission, my target was a woman. I froze. I'm not sure what happened."

Elena raised an eyebrow, beckoning Claire closer with a flick of one of her manicured fingers.

Claire hesitated, then stepped forward. "Seduction isn't about gender, Claire. It's about control. About knowing what your target wants before they even realize it themselves."

"So, where do we start?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Elena leaned forward, her dress slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her collarbone. "We start with you." she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Sit."

Claire obeyed, perching on the edge of a chair beside Elena. Her heart pounded in her chest as Elena's fingers brushed against her wrist, sending a shiver up her spine. "Close your eyes," Elena instructed. Claire did as she was told, her breath catching as Elena's voice continued, soft and hypnotic. "Tell me, Claire. What do you find attractive in a woman?"

The question caught her off guard. Claire had never allowed herself to think about it, not really. "Confidence," she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. "Strength. Intelligence."

Elena's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up Claire's arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Good," she murmured. "Now, imagine embodying those qualities yourself. Not just acting confident--being it. Men are much simpler beings. It doesn't take much to bend them to your will. But when you seduce a woman, they are much more complex, it's not about playing a role. It's about owning the moment."

Claire's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring into Elena's piercing gaze. The intensity of it was almost overwhelming, and yet, she couldn't look away. "How do I do that?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Elena's lips curved into a sly smile. "Watch and learn," she said, her hand cupping Claire's chin. Their faces were inches apart now, the heat of Elena's breath brushing against Claire's skin. "Seduction is a dance," Elena whispered, her thumb brushing over Claire's lower lip. "And every move should leave your partner wanting more."

Claire's breath hitched as Elena's lips ghosted over hers, teasing but not quite touching. Her mind raced, torn between pulling away and leaning in. Elena's free hand slipped behind Claire's neck, fingers tangling in her hair. "Relax," Elena murmured, her voice a low, intoxicating purr. "Let yourself feel."

The first brush of their lips was electric, a spark that ignited something deep within Claire. Elena's kiss was deliberate, unhurried, each movement calculated to elicit a response. Claire's hands found their way to Elena's shoulders, clinging to her as the kiss deepened. She had kissed men before, dozens of them, but this--this was different. It was softer, more intimate, and yet, it demanded just as much control.

When Elena finally pulled away, Claire was left breathless, her cheeks flushed and her lips tingling. "See?" Elena said, her voice tinged with satisfaction. "It's not about being aggressive. It's about knowing what your partner needs."

Claire nodded, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "So, it's about... reading them?" she asked, her voice steadier now.

Elena smiled, her fingers trailing down Claire's arm. "Exactly. Women are intuitive creatures. We feel more than we think. So, when you seduce a woman, you need to speak to that intuition. It's not just about what you do--it's about how you make her feel."

Claire absorbed the words, her mind racing as she tried to internalize the lesson. "Can we... try again?" she asked, her voice tentative but curious.

Elena's smirk widened, and she leaned back, giving Claire space to take control. "Go ahead," she said, her tone a mix of challenge and encouragement. "Show me what you've learned."

Claire hesitated for only a moment before closing the distance between them. Her hands rested on Elena's shoulders, her touch light but deliberate. She tilted her head, her lips brushing against Elena's in a slow, exploratory kiss. She focused on the way Elena responded, the slight hitch in her breath, the way her fingers tightened against Claire's waist.

When she pulled back, Elena's eyes were dark with desire. "Not bad," she murmured. "But you can do better."

Claire's lips curved into a small, confident smile. "Show me how," she said, her voice low and inviting. "Teach me."

Their lips met again, this time with more fervor, and Claire felt herself being pulled deeper into the moment. She had come here to learn, to master a new skill. But as Elena's hands traced patterns on her back and her kiss grew more demanding, Claire realized that this was more than just a lesson. It was a connection, one that was slowly consuming her.

"Elena..." she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I think... I'm starting to understand."

Elena pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, her eyes smoldering with a mixture of pride and something deeper. "Good," she said, her voice low and commanding. "Meet me at The Bayou in Georgetown tonight at 11. Wear something sexy. We're going to have a fun night ahead of us."

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The dim glow of the bar's neon lights cast a soft haze over the room, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses creating a seductive backdrop. Claire adjusted the hem of her sleek black dress, her heart pounding as she scanned the crowd. She wasn't used to feeling this nervous.

Elena sat at the bar, her legs crossed elegantly, a glass of red wine in hand. She caught Claire's eye and smirked, lifting her glass in a subtle toast. "Ready for your test, agent?" she called out, her voice dripping with amusement.

Claire straightened her shoulders and approached, a storm of uncertainty raged inside her. "Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, forcing a confident smile, unsure of what was ahead of her.

Elena's gaze swept over her, appraising. "Good. Because tonight, you're the predator. I'll point out your target, and you'll show me what you've learned. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Understood?"

Claire nodded, though her stomach churned. She wasn't sure what she was more afraid of--failing the test or succeeding. "Understood."

Elena's eyes flickered toward the far end of the bar, where a woman sat alone, her bleached blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a half-empty martini glass in front of her. She was laughing at something the bartender had said, her lips curved in a way that made her seem both approachable and mysterious. "There," Elena said, her voice low. "Her name's Vanessa. She's a regular here. Go."

Claire's throat went dry. She glanced at Elena, searching for some reassurance, but all she found was a challenging stare.

She made her way over, her steps slow and deliberate, her mind racing through what Elena had taught her. Confidence. Eye contact. Subtle touches. She slid onto the stool next to Vanessa, her voice smooth as silk. "Mind if I join you?"

Vanessa looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly before a smile spread across her face. "Not at all," she said, her voice warm. "I could use the company."

Claire returned the smile, her heart rate steadying as she leaned in just enough to make her presence felt. "Claire." she introduced herself, extending a hand.

"Vanessa." Her grip was firm, her skin warm against Claire's. Good start, Claire thought, though she immediately chastised herself for overthinking it.

They exchanged small talk, Claire carefully steering the conversation toward topics that seemed to light up Vanessa's eyes--travel, art, her favorite wine. Claire's laughter was genuine, her gaze lingering a little too long whenever Vanessa smiled. She could feel the walls between them slowly dissolving, the air between them growing warmer.

From her spot at the bar, Elena watched intently, her expression unreadable. She sipped her wine, her eyes never leaving the two women.

Claire's hand brushed against Vanessa's as she reached for her drink, a deliberate but seemingly accidental touch. Vanessa didn't pull away, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Claire's pulse quickened, but she kept her composure, her voice dropping slightly as she leaned in, her lips close to Vanessa's ear. "You know, I couldn't help but notice you when I walked in. There's something about you... that's magnetic."

Vanessa's cheeks flushed, but she didn't shy away. "And here I thought I was the only one who felt something," she murmured, her gaze dropping to Claire's ample chest.

Claire's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. This was the moment--the test. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Vanessa's in a soft, tentative kiss. It was brief, almost chaste, but the electricity between them was undeniable.

Vanessa's eyes fluttered open, her expression a mix of surprise and delight. "Wow," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't expecting that."

Claire grinned, her confidence growing. "Neither was I," she admitted, her tone playful. "But I'm glad it happened."

From across the room, Elena lifted her glass in a silent toast, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Claire had passed the test--at least, the first part.

But then Vanessa's hand found hers, her fingers lacing through Claire's with a determination that made Claire's heart skip a beat. "Come with me," Vanessa said, her voice steady but laced with something deeper. "I want to know more about this... magnetism."

Claire hesitated, her gaze flickering toward Elena. She was unsure how far she was supposed to let this test unfold. Elena's expression was unreadable, but she gave a slight nod, as if to say, Go ahead. Show me what you've learned.

Claire turned back to Vanessa, her resolve hardening. "Lead the way," she said, her voice low and sultry.

They left the bar together, Vanessa's hand still entwined with Claire's, the promise of something more hanging in the air. Claire couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at Elena, who was watching them with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

The night was far from over, and Claire knew this was only the beginning.

The cool night air hit Claire's skin as Vanessa led her into the dimly lit alley behind the bar. The faint hum of music from inside faded into the background, replaced by the sound of their heels clicking against the pavement. Vanessa's grip on Claire's hand was firm, almost possessive, and Claire couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. She had been here before--on the edge of a mission, a step away from danger--but this was different. This was vulnerability, a game she wasn't entirely sure she knew how to play.