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  Stress Relief

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  Evangeline Anderson

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  Stress Relief

  Copyright © 2012 by Evangeline Anderson

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  Author's note: This is just a hot little fantasy I wrote after rewatching the Bourne Identity. I've always been a big fan of James Bond or any kind of spy movie, really. But I like the idea of a spy who has been conditioned to be a mindless, merciless killer turning out to be something else instead. For those of you looking for the next Kindred book, don't worry--it's on the way! I hope to have it out before the end of 2012 and in the meantime, you can enjoy a preview of chapter one at the end of this book. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy this kinky little tale of hot and scary secret agent sex.

  Happy Reading!

  Evangeline Anderson

  Chapter One

  Andi Tibideaux stared at the ominous scarlet lines spiking on her monitor. This wasn’t good. This definitely wasn’t good. He was in the red and Alpha never stayed in the red this long. He was a cool customer—the coolest the Agency had. So why was he in the red? And why did it have to be now, when none of her specially constructed “girls” was available?

  She cursed the bad timing that had forced her to set up dates for both Beta and Delta at the same time. It was bad luck too, that she was short on girls. Just the week before Beta had rendered the best one she had inoperative and it wouldn’t be back from the Agency’s repair shop for another week at least. Damn it, why now?

  Fumbling in her nervousness, Andi swept a strand of dark brown hair behind one ear and turned to the lead reinforced panel built into the right hand corner of her unremarkable looking desk. It took her three tries to key in the correct sequence on the hidden keypad on the underside of the desk but at last she managed. There was a small, discrete beep and the panel slid open.

  Inside in a tray lined with black velvet were four multi-faceted crystal indicators, each about the size of her thumb and each connected to a microchip implant in one of the agents. The indicators for Delta and Gamma were pulsing fitfully, dim flashes of light coming from within their cores. That made sense—agents Delta and Gamma were currently working on some serious stress relief so the jewels connected to them would pulse until they were stress free. Andi pressed the pad of her forefinger to each one in turn—warm but not burning up. Again, as expected.

  The indicator connected to agent Beta was cool to touch and very dim. Andi shivered in disgust. It ought to stay that way for a good long time, too. When she thought about the damage he’d done to her best girl…well, she preferred not to think about that. The results of Beta’s last "date" had been brutal.

  Date, indeed. Andi shook her head. Her job was full of stupid euphemisms and she was tired of saying one thing when she meant another. The agents she worked with weren’t just faceless government workers—they were counterintelligence officers, the best and most ruthless men that the Agency’s pitiless regime of training and indoctrination could produce. Basically they were cold blooded killers with a government stamp of approval. Their minds had been broken and their bodies shaped to the Agency’s specifications—as a result they were under enormous amounts of stress. Stress that could only be relieved one way—that was where the girls came into play.

  The three girls that Andi kept were basically synthetic whores designed especially to service the agents. A well kept Agency secret, they looked like women and acted like women at least to an extent, but beyond their Playgirl bunny outward appearances their heads might as well have been stuffed with cotton candy. They could walk and talk but anyone who spent any amount of time with them would know at once that they were nothing but sex dolls with extremely limited social functions.

  The girls could take a lot of rough usage but even their tough, specially designed bodies had limits. The animalistic needs of the agents who fucked them on a regular basis for stress relief sometimes exceeded those limits but they were a necessary evil. No real woman could withstand the savage lusts of any of the men who worked under Andi. If she’d tried to send them real prostitutes to relieve their stress the police would have been looking for a serial killer before the week was out.

  Andi looked at the faceted crystals again. Whether you called them agents and girls or killers and whores, it didn’t matter. The point was that she was responsible for them—at least the ones in her district. And right now, according to the lines on her monitor and the indicators in the hidden tray, Beta, Delta, and Gamma were all more or less stress free right now.

  Satisfied that three of the four agents under her supervision were under control, Andi turned her attention to the large crystal indicator lying at the far end of the velvet lined tray. She could see at once that there was trouble. The indicator was glowing brightly enough to cast shadows in the dim, dingy little room that served as her office. And when she put out her finger to test its heat…

  “Ouch!” Andi pulled back her hand and put her finger in her mouth, an involuntary reaction to the intense heat of the square cut crystal. God, she’d never felt it that hot before! What the hell was going on with Alpha, anyway? And why, oh why, couldn’t he have picked another time to need a date?

  Her racing thoughts were interrupted by a warning flicker from her monitor. Andi keyed the panel closed quickly and turned towards it a feeling of dread, like a heavy lead weight, filling the pit of her stomach. As always there was no face displayed on the screen, only the logo of the Counter Terrorist Agency rotating slowing on the screen.

  The CTA, known only as the Agency to those who worked for it and not known at all by most citizens of the US, was an ultra secret government organization. It had branches in all of the major cities in the world from Baghdad to Leningrad to Paris, and everywhere in between. It was the brainchild of the CIA but since being green lighted by legislation passed almost eight years before by the current administration, it had quickly outgrown the supervision of its parent agency. Now it had surpassed the boundaries laid down in the early days of the war on terror and was a law unto itself. No one knew who ran it, or at least Andi didn’t, and she was pretty sure none of the other employees of the Agency knew either. No one policed it either, or if they did, they did it from far above Andi’s lowly station.

  “Tibedeaux,” a cool female voice addressed her from the monitor. Andi straightened involuntarily in her plain swivel-backed chair, knowing that whoever was on the other end could see her even if she couldn’t see them. She smoothed her shapeless blouse with nervous fingers and tried to look competent and in control.

  “I’m here,” she said, staring at the gold CTA logo rotating ceaselessly on the navy blue background. “You have instructions, Central?”

  “We have questions,” the cool voice rapped out.

  Andi tried not to flinch. The trick was not to let them think she was frightened. If they knew she was frightened, they’d know she wasn’t in control of the agents assigned to her care. She pasted an unconcerned, almost bored look on her face and said mildly, “Ask.”

  “Our monitors show an alarming surge in agent Alpha’s emotions. Why has this not been rectified?” />
  “Alpha’s just returned to his base after fulfilling a directive.” Andi tried to keep her voice level and reasonable. “He always runs in the red for a little while after a mission. He’ll be fine—I’m keeping an eye on him.”

  “Negative.” The cool voice barked. “Agent Alpha did not complete his directive.”

  “He…he didn’t?” For a moment Andi was at a loss for words. Not complete a mission? Alpha, who was her best and most competent agent? It was unthinkable. He had never failed to complete before—what the hell was wrong with him?

  “He aborted with no explanation—the target it still alive. Now his stress readings are off the chart and you appear to be doing nothing about it, Tibedeaux.” The cool voice was positively icy now. Andi felt like a cold finger was being drawn down her spine.

  “I…I’ll look into it at once,” she promised, staring at the spinning CTA logo and wishing, not for the first time, that she could see the person addressing her. “I’m on it, Central, don’t worry.”

  “But we do worry, Tibedeaux. Agent Alpha is our most valuable asset. He must have stress relief at once and then he must be brought in for debriefing. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, of course. But, well…there’s a slight problem.” Andi cleared her throat nervously, aware that it sounded like she was making excuses. “You see, Central, two of my girls are currently in use with agents Delta and Gamma and the third is at the repair facility. So I really don’t have any—”

  “If no girls are available, you must go yourself.”

  “What?” Andi was sure she’d heard incorrectly. “Please repeat, Central. It sounded like you said I should go myself.”

  “Affirmative,” the cool female voice agreed. “The situation is too critical to trust to a mere machine anyway. You must go to Alpha yourself, Tibideaux. You were given basic training for this eventuality. You know what to do.”

  “But…but it’s suicide!” Andi felt her nipples harden in fear. “There’s a reason Alpha is your best agent. He’s utterly ruthless. And huge. God, he must be six four and two forty if he’s an ounce and every bit of it’s muscle. I can’t just go to his apartment and offer myself for stress relief—he’ll tear me apart!”

  “That is precisely what we expect you to do, Tibedeaux.” The cool voice was like a blast of arctic air. Andi could almost feel it chilling her as it came from the monitor. “Agent Alpha must be calmed and preserved at all costs. The mission he aborted was of utmost importance. The director of the Agency himself is waiting to debrief him. We expect you to have him ready for pick-up by o-seven hundred hours.”

  “But that’s…that’s insane. I can’t—”

  “You will do as you are instructed, Tibedeaux. May we remind you that if agent Alpha has to be terminated, he will not be alone?”

  Andi felt herself grow cold all over. There was no quitting the Agency and there was no refusing a direct order. Directives were given and obeyed without question at all times. The only alternative was a body bag and a ride home in the cargo hold of an army plane.

  “Do you understand?” The voice rapped out.

  Andi swallowed and crossed her arms over her painfully peaked nipples. “I…I understand, Central,” she said, forcing the words out through numb lips. “I’ll report to Alpha’s apartment for stress relief.”

  “At once,” the voice admonished. “And Tibedeaux?”

  “Yes, Central?”

  “Stress relief must be extremely through. We want Alpha completely docile at pick-up time. Understood?”

  “Under…understood.” Andi nodded at the monitor. “Tibedeaux out.”

  “O-seven hundred hours,” the cool voice reminded her. “Central out.”

  Andi watched as the CTA’s logo flickered and winked out before wrapping her arms around herself and letting the shivers overtake her. She has just been ordered to offer herself like a piece of meat to the most dangerous man she knew.

  Oh, God, what was she going to do?

  Chapter Two

  As she stood in the elevator of agent Alpha’s apartment building Andi tugged uselessly at the tight black mini skirt that kept trying to ride up her thighs with every step. She had been forced to raid the closet of clothes she kept for the girls in order to find something provocative to wear. A career in counterintelligence didn’t exactly lend itself to a sexy wardrobe, at least not in Andi’s case since she worked behind the scenes. She supposed she could have been some kind of Mata Hari spy—if the Agency had deemed her good enough. But with her plain dark brown hair and eyes and pale skin she wasn’t nearly glamorous enough for that kind of role.

  In fact, she thought as she pulled nervously at the thin red silk blouse that barely covered her breasts, she wasn’t even glamorous enough to impersonate one of her girls. They were willowy and tall with huge fake boobs and long, coltish legs—obviously designed by a male scientist to be the epitome of what men wanted. Andi was petite and wore a B cup—not exactly the male ideal. She just hoped that Agent Alpha wouldn’t take one look at her and decide she wasn’t good enough to use. No, say it, Andi, not use—fuck. You hope he won’t take one look at you and decide you’re not good enough to fuck.

  Andi swept both hands though her hair, her thoughts a chaotic swirl. Oh God, he’s going to fuck me. I can’t believe this. I haven’t even had a date it two years because of this stupid job—I’m practically a virgin all over again. Agent Alpha is going to rip me in two. I’ll be lucky to get out of his apartment alive.

  She tried to consider her options—but there were no options. Refusing to do as Central had ordered or running away from her post would both result in the same thing—certain death. When she had accepted a job as an agent control enabler which was the Agency’s fancy name for her position, she’d had no idea what she was getting herself into. Not until it was too late to get out of it alive.

  What she wanted to do in the worst way was run, just get out of town and possibly out of the country and try to start a new life somewhere else. But she didn’t have the training to avoid the people the Agency would send after her. Come to think of it, they might even send the very agents she was currently overseeing. The thought of Alpha on her tail, intent on eliminating her gave Andi the cold shivers. Better she should take her chances fucking him than that. Better she should just get on with it and hope she came out the other side in one piece.

  Lifting her chin, Andi tried to stop the negative thoughts and control her fear as she walked up the deserted hallway to knock on his door. The thick gray carpet under her feet made no sound but before she could even raise her hand a low voice called from inside,

  “Come in. It’s open.”

  Taking a deep breath, Andi pushed open the thick wooden door and stepped into the dim interior. Agent Alpha’s deep voice always sent a shiver up her spine whenever she spoke to him on the phone so she tried to keep their conversations brief and to the point. He wasn’t belligerent or confrontational like Beta or sullen and rude like Delta and Gamma.

  Actually he was always scrupulously polite and strangely, it was his cool, correct manners that frightened her so. She knew where she stood with the other three men under her watch but with Agent Alpha, well, she had a feeling that he could tear her apart and never raise his voice or break a sweat while he was doing it. And then there was the way he looked at her during their brief communication calls…almost as though he wanted to eat her up. But that didn’t bear thinking about. At least, not now.

  “H—hello?” she stammered walking further into the apartment although it was the last thing she wanted to do. Even in the dim lighting she could see that it was neat and clean—almost impersonally so. There was no art or pictures on the walls and no personal objects lying around. Of course, since the agents had their memories wiped and personalities rearranged before they were sent into the field, it wasn’t surprising that they had no individual taste. They were killing machines and couldn’t be expected to care much for aesthetic values. Still, it was disconcerting
to see how very sterile Agent Alpha’s living space was. The apartment looked like no one lived there at all.

  “Hello? Agent Alpha?” she called again. “I’m here for, uh, your stress relief.”

  “In here,” the deep voice called to her from the living room area. Taking a deep breath, Andi walked into the darkened room. It was lit only by the moonlight falling through the white mini blinds. Sitting on the black leather sofa was a huge, indistinct shape.

  Oh God, that’s really him. Agent Alpha. Andi had never seen him in person before—she kept a careful distance between herself and all the men she managed for personal safety reasons. She couldn’t believe how much bigger he looked sitting in the shadows of the living room than he had on the tiny phone screen.

  “Come closer. Took you long enough.” The deep voice was rough with need. Under the black lace bra she wore Andi felt her nipples tighten in fear for the second time that night.

  “I…I came as soon as I could,” she forced herself to say. “I…I’m sorry.”

  “No need to apologize. You know what I need and how bad I need it. Now come here.” He beckoned with one hand. Biting her lower lip, she forced herself to move forward. There was a coffee table in front of the couch and she nearly stumbled over it in the dark.

  “Hey, watch it.” A hand so big it felt like a catcher’s mitt shot out to catch her, supporting her by her upper arm, and then dragged her around the table. Before she knew it she was standing between his spread thighs. “You girls aren’t usually so clumsy,” he rumbled. His face was hidden in the shadows but his eyes gleamed in the dim light with what might have been amusement.

  “Well if you wouldn’t keep it so dark in here maybe I could see where I was going!” Andi spat the words angrily, her nerves getting the better of her.

  The hand on her arm tightened, pulling her closer against her will. “What did you say?” Agent Alpha’s voice was a warning rumble.

  “I…nothing. I just can’t see anything in the dark. I don’t have genetically modified eyesight or whatever it is they did to you guys during conditioning.”