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AlluringEnigma
Wet Narcissist
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2016
- Location
- Madness Incarnate
Alluring. That’s the feeling that Viktoria always seemed to invoke with the random bystander. Her icy blue pupils could shift from mocking disdain and callous contempt to joyous innocence in seconds. There were both advantages and disadvantages to her looks, especially in her line of work, but one of the biggest advantages by far was the lack of eye contact. Standing at about five foot five, Viktoria had long curvy legs that only betrayed even more curves. While her bust was certainly the focal point of her looks, her backside was hardly immune to the sideways glances that followed her around wherever she went. None of this was assuaged by her usual attire, flamboyant and skimpy skintight dresses, that clung to her every curve and left little of her cleavage or thighs to the imagination.
On this particular evening, in the rather temperate spring of Britain, she had adorned a tight white dress, which seemed to be a couple inches too short on both sides. If someone looked with incredible care, they could see the lack of bra and even the tiniest scrap of a blue thong poking out from under the tiny garment. Of course, combined with the polished black heels and ruby red lipstick, she stood out from the crowd with ease. However, it was not attention that the vain girl was attending such an event for. Viktoria happened to be one of the most prominent spies in the KGB. Having been orphaned and left to the state at a young age, the girl had been taught the ruthless and cunning of spycraft in her formative years. Now, she was finally in the field, at the rather tender age of 19, something that, combined with her looks, would hopefully throw off American spies.
Despite her relative inexperience, Viktoria made up for it with arrogance. There was never a thought of failure in the blonde Russian’s head, which was just as much of a blessing as a curse. Her first mission was a relatively simple one, but that was not to say it was an easy one. Tonight, at a fundraiser for one of the more prominent anti-socialist parliament members, she was to eliminate her target in any fashion necessary. Of course, with the knowledge that the politician himself was an old white man, she had decided to set a trap using her looks. Hidden in one of her heels was a razor-sharp knife, a thin weapon that would do little against anything other than an unsuspecting target.
Unbeknownst to the KGB agent was the presence and knowledge of a certain US agent. The KGB was hardly without its own leaks, and the news of her mission had been picked up by the CIA and they had dispatched their own agent to the party. That being said, Viktoria was still an unknown amongst the spy community, and as such, her actual description was not known. It was the perfect setup to a game of cat and mouse; an agent trying to kill a major political figure whilst another agent tried to identify the unknown assassin. One misstep by either and their respective missions could fail completely.
However, Viktoria had no knowledge of such an agent, leaving her single-mindedly focused on her target. With a certain subtle panache, she took a champagne flute in hand and began to strut across the room, hips swaying seductively and slowly as she listened in on the idle chatter around her. She was truly a sight to behold, even if the numerous eyes that now wandered across her curvaceous form were unaware of her malicious intent.
The stunning agent soon had her target, and with a lustful grin and salacious tone, she soon purred “Hello Mr. Lark, I’m Celeste, it’s an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance”
On this particular evening, in the rather temperate spring of Britain, she had adorned a tight white dress, which seemed to be a couple inches too short on both sides. If someone looked with incredible care, they could see the lack of bra and even the tiniest scrap of a blue thong poking out from under the tiny garment. Of course, combined with the polished black heels and ruby red lipstick, she stood out from the crowd with ease. However, it was not attention that the vain girl was attending such an event for. Viktoria happened to be one of the most prominent spies in the KGB. Having been orphaned and left to the state at a young age, the girl had been taught the ruthless and cunning of spycraft in her formative years. Now, she was finally in the field, at the rather tender age of 19, something that, combined with her looks, would hopefully throw off American spies.
Despite her relative inexperience, Viktoria made up for it with arrogance. There was never a thought of failure in the blonde Russian’s head, which was just as much of a blessing as a curse. Her first mission was a relatively simple one, but that was not to say it was an easy one. Tonight, at a fundraiser for one of the more prominent anti-socialist parliament members, she was to eliminate her target in any fashion necessary. Of course, with the knowledge that the politician himself was an old white man, she had decided to set a trap using her looks. Hidden in one of her heels was a razor-sharp knife, a thin weapon that would do little against anything other than an unsuspecting target.
Unbeknownst to the KGB agent was the presence and knowledge of a certain US agent. The KGB was hardly without its own leaks, and the news of her mission had been picked up by the CIA and they had dispatched their own agent to the party. That being said, Viktoria was still an unknown amongst the spy community, and as such, her actual description was not known. It was the perfect setup to a game of cat and mouse; an agent trying to kill a major political figure whilst another agent tried to identify the unknown assassin. One misstep by either and their respective missions could fail completely.
However, Viktoria had no knowledge of such an agent, leaving her single-mindedly focused on her target. With a certain subtle panache, she took a champagne flute in hand and began to strut across the room, hips swaying seductively and slowly as she listened in on the idle chatter around her. She was truly a sight to behold, even if the numerous eyes that now wandered across her curvaceous form were unaware of her malicious intent.
The stunning agent soon had her target, and with a lustful grin and salacious tone, she soon purred “Hello Mr. Lark, I’m Celeste, it’s an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance”