In the living room of the comfortable three-bedroom home in suburban Seattle that her handlers had acquired for her, Anastasia sat with her laptop, going over the information that they had sent her about her next mission. As a spy for the Belorussian KGB, her task was to infiltrate a local aerospace company, steal a large amount of classified military data, frame some sap for the theft by using his account and password to do the deed, and then make him disappear, forever.
The infiltration part would be easy, thanks to the temp agency that her handlers now controlled. They could place her into almost any company as a temp. She went through her large collection of fake IDs. "Penelope Lawrence. This sounds like a good one," she decided.
She sent a quick message to her handlers with the details. It was Wednesday afternoon and she knew how quickly they could work. Most likely, they would be ready to send her into the company tomorrow.
* * *
Chet Warren was a loser.
He was in his late 30s, with a receding hairline and a little extra fat around the middle. Born and raised in Seattle, he had been a B-minus student in high school and was a graduate of Eastern Washington University (96% acceptance rate) with a liberal arts degree that wasn't worth the paper it was printed on.
After graduating, he had moved back to Seattle and, after several months of
unemployment, found a job as a paper-pusher at a local aerospace company. He had worked there ever since, for 15 years now, never getting promoted and getting 3 percent raises a year if he got a raise at all.
Chet was always looking for ways to feel better about his life. But there wasn't much. Well, at least it wasn't worse, he would think to himself. He didn't live with his parents anymore, he had his own apartment now. He had finally paid off his student loan debt. He had enough money for a steady supply of new video games, and to go out drinking with his buddies from work, fellow low-status males. At 5'8", he was kind of short for a guy, but not THAT short. And at least he wasn't one of those virgins. He'd had sex with a couple of chicks in college, but hadn't been able to score since then. He hadn't even had a date in over a year. His only source of sex now was occasionally paying for a fuck with a prostitute. But physical fulfillment was all they could provide, never the emotional fulfillment he was always craving.
It was a typical boring Thursday in April at work. Chet sighed as he organized yet another stack of files, pausing occasionally to glance out the window at the rain coming down. The filing had been a pain in the ass today, since the temp who was supposed to help him hadn't shown up. At least the weekend would be here soon. And at least it would soon be summer and the rain would stop.
The sound of high heels clicking on the hardwood floor made him look up. It was Nina, his boss's boss. Nina was younger than him, but already on the fast track to a high-ranking position in the corporation, while he was permanently stuck as a grunt. She was very attractive, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, and an athletic, feminine body. Her grey miniskirt really showed off her long, muscular legs. At 5'9", she was already taller than him, and the high heels she was wearing boosted her height to an even six feet.
"H...hi, Nina," he stammered nervously.
She stopped and turned, looking down at him. "Oh, hi...um...Chuck?"
"It's Chet."
"Oh. Sorry, Chet. I'll try to get it next time." Nina looked at her watch, a large-faced man's Rolex that looked good on her muscular wrist. "Sorry, but I gotta run. See you later!" She gave him that condescending, pitying look that she had given him so many times before.
As he watched her hourglass figure recede into the distance, Chet sighed. He knew he could never score with her, she was way out of his league, but he just wished she and the other women at the company would be a little nicer to him, make friendly small talk with him, engage in the slightly naughty but still workplace safe PG-13 banter that they did with other, taller, better looking, higher ranking, more alpha guys.
Chet turned back to his filing, but Nina's familiar giggle in the distance made him look up again. He saw that she had now been joined by Brad, another young employee on the fast track to upper management. Brad was the same age as Nina, and just like her he was also already a junior vice president. He was a muscular, athletic, good-looking guy, and at 6'2" he was taller than Nina even when she wore heels.
Chet continued to watch and listen as Nina and Brad talked and giggled affectionately with one another, discussing their reservations at the Ritz-Carlton for their next business trip together. They were clearly attracted to each other, and in fact Chet had heard them having sex in an empty meeting room more than once. He could only imagine how often they fucked on their business trips. He sighed again, wishing that could be his life. A career that had meaning, with multiple promotions and exciting business trips with stays at luxury hotels. The respect of his peers. And love and sex from a beautiful woman.
He saw Nina glance at her watch, then at her male companion, and motion towards the empty meeting room down the hall with a naughty look on her face. Brad nodded with a big grin. He turned and saw Chet looking at them and his grin turned into a cocky smirk. As they headed for the empty room, Chet rolled his eyes.
A strange desire to follow them came over him. He had never felt that before, but something was different today, perhaps all the frustration from the lack of sex, love, and positive attention finally coming to a boil. He glanced around. No one else was in sight. Stealthily, he began making his way down the hall.
He silently opened the outer door to the meeting area and stepped into the small foyer in front of the main meeting room. The inner door was ajar. He crept up to it and peeked through the gap.
Brad's pants and boxers were already off. Nina's short grey skirt was in a crumpled heap on the floor, and she was just finishing removing her lacy white panties. Chet saw that she was a natural blonde, with a neatly trimmed bush of blonde pubic hair.
Brad's big cock was already rock hard. He grabbed Nina by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, then inserted himself into her roughly. She let out a muffled cry of pain, but the look on her face was one of ecstasy.
Brad began fucking Nina aggressively and hard against the wall, repeatedly thrusting into her, grunting like a wild animal. Nina grunted and moaned too, her cries a mix of pleasure and pain. She undid the buttons on her white blouse, exposing her round, firm, braless 36C breasts, tanned the same golden brown as the rest of her skin. Brad reached up and began playing with her tits as he continued to screw her.
As Chet watched them fuck, he felt his dick involuntarily starting to get hard. A wave of shame swept over him. It was already bad enough that he was a loser. Today he had become a voyeur, and now he was becoming a cuck. What was wrong with him?
He knew he should leave, go back to his filing and pretend that he'd never seen them, but he stood rooted to the spot, mesmerized, as Brad continued to pound Nina. As his thrusts grew faster and more powerful, his hand moved up from the blonde's tits to her neck. He began choking her, his growls becoming louder. She started to gasp and thrash, but the look of ecstasy remained on her face, growing more intense by the second.
