Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The year is 1940. WWII has now reared it's ugly head. Times are tough for everyone, even more so for women living in Soviet Russia. The season winter. Leila looked out the window of the black 1940 Ford Continental. The weather- cold, with light snow. Leila sat in the back seat of the car, as the driver, concentrated on the road. Her fiery red hair was put up into sleek bun. She was wore a pearl necklace and hearings and looked the appearance of a well off, aristocratic women. She was a beautiful by nature, tall, a feminine figure, full bust, a nice looking rear and a pretty face. Her eyes were green, her lips full, with a smile that could melt any mans heart.
The car stopped in the snow filled street, infront of a grand hotel. Bright lights, marble floors, a bell boy that opened her door for her just screamed "EXPENSIVE". She stepped out onto the street. She walked inside the hotel foyer, her heels clinking on the hard marble floors as she did, the sweet sensual aroma of jasmine filling the surrounding air.
She was dressed in a think brown fur coat, her legs covered in stockings. She made her way through the hotel, to the top floor, the penthouse suite. Her client would be waiting for her there. Once she arrived she knocked on the door, and waited for it to be opened. No would know that underneath the coat she was scantily clad. She wore a black pinstriped corset, along with a pair of silk black panties and a garter that held up her stockings.
Once her client opened her door, she would take on the persona of a whore. It was her 'duty' to her country so to speak. She was actually a spy, acting as a whore, to get close to powerful men, under suspicion of supporting the Nazi regime. She had been ordered to execute any man, should she find decisive evidence showing them to be traitors. She had been the perfect candidate for the job. She was an orphan, no parents or siblings, cold to anyone who tried to get close. She would have no emotional attachments. This would be her latest hit, should she find the evidence. All she had to do was et close enough to him.
The car stopped in the snow filled street, infront of a grand hotel. Bright lights, marble floors, a bell boy that opened her door for her just screamed "EXPENSIVE". She stepped out onto the street. She walked inside the hotel foyer, her heels clinking on the hard marble floors as she did, the sweet sensual aroma of jasmine filling the surrounding air.
She was dressed in a think brown fur coat, her legs covered in stockings. She made her way through the hotel, to the top floor, the penthouse suite. Her client would be waiting for her there. Once she arrived she knocked on the door, and waited for it to be opened. No would know that underneath the coat she was scantily clad. She wore a black pinstriped corset, along with a pair of silk black panties and a garter that held up her stockings.
Once her client opened her door, she would take on the persona of a whore. It was her 'duty' to her country so to speak. She was actually a spy, acting as a whore, to get close to powerful men, under suspicion of supporting the Nazi regime. She had been ordered to execute any man, should she find decisive evidence showing them to be traitors. She had been the perfect candidate for the job. She was an orphan, no parents or siblings, cold to anyone who tried to get close. She would have no emotional attachments. This would be her latest hit, should she find the evidence. All she had to do was et close enough to him.
