Olena's face reddened as a wavering smile froze on her face when Ingrid planted one on her cheek. Somehow, the much more reserved display of affection had a greater effect on her composure than the hot and heavy tongue-dance of yore."Eheh. Y- yeah, definitely." She still had that goofy grin on her face when she changed over and moved to return home for the evening - she knew she was probably being honey potted to reinforce her association with the CIA and their limber handler, but for the moment she didn't care.
Olena steps into her small but relatively cozy state apartment, getting ready for bed, but feeling hot and needy after the steamy session with her handler. That night is restless but ultimately unsatisfying as she tries to remedy her own loneliness, but her own hands prove insufficient. She awakens after a brief rest, unsatisfied, but putting it aside for more pressing needs. She dons her uniform and returns to Lubyanka Square, heading to Mama's office. "I hope you enjoyed your day of rest?" She asks, gaze seeming to peer into Olena's soul. "We're sending you out into the field again - we've made some preliminary progress on the microfiche data you found. Andropov was funneling money for different groups across the world, but we still need to know more details about who, and how they're connected. You have your choice of assignments." She slides forward two files. Spoiler: The West Berlin Job Olena sees a black and white image depicting a building in downtown Berlin - multiple stories, the bottom of which seems to be functioning as a popular discotheque. "Money's flowing through that club into the hands of West Berlin organised crime figures - some ours, some CIA assets. But the money isn't going into their pockets for our benefit, or seemingly, the benefit of the Americans. We need you to get into that building and find clues to help us identify who this new player is. All the better if we get some dirt on the criminals owned by the Americans, as well." Mama explains. "The disco is open to the public, but the gang in charge occupies the upper floors, so we'll need you to get up there and get the intel we need. The gangsters are expendable, but this is the middle of Berlin, so be discreet. Oh, and if you choose this one I'll send that Lyudmila girl with you. If she's useful, you can set her up with a cover and an apartment. If she's not, you know what to do." Other Agents: Lyudmila Spoiler: The Florida Job Olena sees aerial photos of a large, opulent mansion by the Florida beaches. Attached are files describing Penelope Duran - a wealthy but reclusive heiress whose father was a Cuban businessman and fled to America during the revolution. "A lot of money has been flowing through the Duran organisation. Like your task in Crimea, we need you to infiltrate the mansion and locate a cache of intel." Other Agents: Bagration
"It's a good bondage. It holds." Alistair said as he pushed the woman forward. "Let's check the basement." He said he pressed the button. As the elevator started moving down, he grabbed the Latina's breast and squeezed it. "Did you have any problems?" He asked Witch, as he gropped Latina.
Naturally, Olena was not one to deny her nature. Almost as soon as she was out of sight of the prying eye of the public, she had thrown her clothes and gym bag aside, stripping down to nothing as she hopped into her bed. She did not hide under the covers, certainly not. In fact, she was reclining on her knees, leaning back slightly, not a care in the world that anyone that could see in to her flat wouldn't have to imagine a thing about her heaving breasts, the lines of her abs, or the spreading thickness of her thighs - not that it was likely anyone would be looking anyways, the neighboring building was angled awkwardly for any would-be peeping tom.. But the risk that there was a voyeur who just so happened to have the fortune to find the time and angle to see her, naked both physically and mentally - her nymphomaniacal tendencies fully on display in the privacy of her apartment - excited the redheaded Amazonian in ways that simply frigging herself in the shower never could. In fact, the fantasy of being observed, lusted after, used as a visual aid, made the stimulus of hands enveloping Olena's breasts all the more excruciatingly pleasurable. Her sapphire gaze was narrowed into slits, face red with mischievous delight as she so vividly imagined it was someone else doing the pawing at her chest... Being felt, groped, milked - the word crossing her mind with silver electricity as she squeezed - was such a turn on, she could and had brought herself to messy climaxes in the past as she fooled around with her tits. It was the first thing her DILF-y instructors went for when trying to hone her concentration during infiltration training... That was a struggle to get through. "Heh-eheh... I'm just... Developing my... Tolerance," she lied to herself, earning a titter and a shiver as she knew just how fragile her focus was... In fact, if someone in the Soviet intelligence services had bugged her room, they might get the impression that if they threw all caution to the wind and entered the apartment, the Vixen would probably bang them on the spot. As it stood, both Olena and her imaginary audiences, mundane or government, would have to settle for a shivering orgasm and the disappointing reality no one - male or female - was there to put her in her place for her oh-so-sinful thoughts. With a (dis)satisfied sigh, she went to sleep on the spot, having barely worked up a sweat... Back at Lubyanka Square (and under the arousingly frigid glare of Mama), Olena considered her options. On the one hand, she felt like she owed Bagration for having to sleep through Uranus absolutely giving it to her on their last mission together... However, Lyudmila was an unknown variable in Mama's eyes, a possible asset that she would have little patience for if it didn't pan out.. And if Olena didn't invest the time or show interest, why would Mama? Not at all fantasizing about dangerous sex with equally dangerous men with her new best friend in a night club, Olena picked up the file related to West Berlin. "Is there a way I can contact Lyudmila? She works best when she has time to ingratiate herself with a disguise, I think."
