They’re after you. There’s no way you can prove it, but you’ve felt it. Ever since you brokered that maybe-not-so-clean-but-extremely-lucrative deal overseas last year. For all you know, you shook hands with the Devil that night. But you had no choice; the deal was too good not to take.

But someone didn’t like it, and now they’re closing in on you. And you can’t prove it, but you can sure as hell feel it.

That’s why you’re extra careful in the b*r tonight. Eyes up, spine straight, clean drink (“Just mineral water for me, thanks.”) You’ve exchanged a couple emails with a guy who says he can help. A “fixer.” You vetted him to within an inch of his life, and he checks out. You’re supposed to meet him here tonight. But when a gorgeous, busty brunette takes the seat next to you, you have to fight a l*ttle harder to remember what you originally came for.

Her lips are red like sin, tits soft like love, and she’s got the prettiest voice you’ve ever heard. You could listen to her forever, even though she’s not talking about much –her ex, her favorite drink, etc. Girl stuff. You frankly don’t even know why you keep listening to her, but you do.

Something strange is tingling up your spine, though. An “off” feeling, signalling something’s not right. Is she really just some random, gorgeous girl in a fancy b*r, or...something more? Does she know who you are? Did “they” send her? What if this is some sort of trap?

For a moment, you’re sure of your instincts. She’s a plant, a trap, an agency cell closing in on her target. But then she touches you, calms you and looks directly in your eyes, and doubt immediately blankets your mind. Perhaps you were wrong. You don’t know what to think, how to think, or even where you are anymore. You’re so confused. Everything’s so confusing. And you can’t prove it, but you think that, somehow, she’s the one confusing you. That she’s the one in charge of how and what you think and feel right now – not you. And that you’re about to do something really f*cking st*pid that you can’t explain or escape.

Agent X