Free Top Secret Spy Fantasies by Holly Sinclair Page A

people, an experience that arouses
the senses and excites the mind and which, in the end, also provides a
substantial release of pent-up sexual energy.

 
    Most
of the experiences we sell, since they are adventurous, relate to one level or
another of crime or espionage. It’s not what people always expect, but it has
turned out to be the easiest way to scratch certain itches. But I’m getting
ahead of myself.
     
    Rosalyn
is almost quivering with tension, fear, perhaps even arousal when Dante slides
the small envelope with the hotel room number on the outside and the hotel key
on the inside. There are also instructions inside, but she doesn’t know that.
     
    Once
more she almost speaks, but this time she thinks better of it and quiets
herself. Instead she finishes her drink in a long, dramatic pull, swallows
hard, straightens her skirt, and turns to walk to the elevators.
     
    Dante
lets her go, knowing he will catch up with her soon.
     
    In
the elevator she opens the envelope and finds a small set of instructions
wrapped around the key.
     
    When
you arrive in the room, you will see a small suitcase on the bed. Take off your
clothes, all of them, and put them in the bag. Put on the clothes that are in
the bag. Your host for the evening will join you soon after and will give you
further instructions.
     
    Your
escape word remains “bronze.” If you wish to pass on intelligence, the pass
phrase is “Aardvark.”
     
    Rosalyn
didn’t know how it worked, but she was completely lost in the scenario. She
didn’t have a family, really never had, but she was somehow so worried about
that poor girl tied to the chair. Of course it was fake ,
it was part of the game, but the immediacy of it seemed to fool her mind. She knew
that she’d do whatever she had to tonight, and the
first reason why would be to save that girl, even if she wasn’t real. The fact
that anonymous sex in a hotel room, sex that was forced upon her so she could
enjoy it without guilt, so she could surrender, where she would put on whatever
was offered to her and do as she was told, by now that reason felt secondary.

 
    She
enters the hotel room, which is spacious and comfortable, and immediately sees
the small, carryon suitcase on the bed. She opens it and inside are the most salacious clothes she would have ever worn. A
small, rubber-looking set of boyshorts , a bra that is
all straps and no cups, heels twice as tall as she was used to wearing and…she
gulps. A collar.
     
    This
time she doesn’t hesitate, however. She takes off the clothes she had been
wearing, date clothes, her nice clothes, she thought, and folds them carefully,
then puts them in the suitcase.
     
    Then,
with hesitation, she dresses herself in the clothes that had been left for her.
They fit, of course, they knew things about her, like
her favorite drink was a Rob Roy. She doesn’t think twice about that, but does
question her comfort level and the fact that she is so exposed in such a
ridiculous outfit. She feels like a grown-up pervert’s Barbie or something.
     
    Once
she changes, she slides the suitcase under the bed and sits down atop the
mattress. She looks around, takes the room in and out of the corner of her eyes
catches sight of the cuffs. They hang over the top of the door that joins to the
other room, at just the right height to latch someone’s wrists to the top of
the door. Her heart freezes for just a moment as she stares intently, a million
thoughts racing through her mind. She sits there practically naked, anxious and
wondering what happens next.
     
    She
jumps at the sound of the swipe of the key card in the lock outside the door.
Then he enters. It is the same man from the bar, and she hadn’t noticed until
now just how powerful he looked. He wasn’t tall, rather compact actually, but
she could tell from his stance that he knew how to move and it made her afraid
anew.
     
    “Move
over to the door,” he commands to her, his voice level, but