Agent in Waiting

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and vignette at WordPress link

Here’s something a little different…Agent Katie’s not in peril in this image…(at least not yet, anyway).

I appears as if she’s trying to lure someone…for something…but is it an undercover assignment?  Or an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour?  Or simply an attempt to feel sexy for herself in her down-time?

Read the vignette below and make up your own mind!

(but I’m curious how you all interpret it!)

This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!


This would be my last weekend in the downtown condo for a while.  I had another week of wrap up on my current mission, and then I’d be moving on to another out-of-town assignment the week after.  I wanted to make the most of my last couple days in the city.

After a solid day filing reports at my little desk with the lovely view of the city, I decided to go out for a drink before I relaxed by myself for the evening.  It gave me a reason to get showered and do my makeup and hair, and wear some sexy lingerie under my cocktail dress.  Dressing up, even if just for myself, helped me feel good about myself, made me feel sexy and confident.

Of course, I wasn’t just dressing up for myself.  I’d sensed his presence earlier in the day, though I never saw him.  Sitting at my desk centered in the grand bay windows, I felt eyes on me.  I looked around outside briefly, scanned the balconies in the buildings around me, but I knew it would be in vain.  

I’d never actually see him, he was too good at what he did.  But it was flattering to know he was watching me and preparing.  

The trendy and expensive nightclub was only a few blocks away, so I walked there by myself, stiletto heels clicking on the pavement.  I got more than a few looks, and I saw someone turn and follow me to the entrance of the nightclub.  The bouncer ushered me right in, leaving my admirer stranded outside.  That was ok; he wasn’t the one I wanted following me.

One cocktail at the bar turned into three as I chatted with the bartender and the occasional would-be suitor.  Had I wanted, I could have brought any of them back to the condo with me, but they weren’t the ones I wanted, either.  They were amusing and their attention felt good, but it wasn’t the attention I was seeking.

I thought I might have caught a glimpse of him through the crowd, but the movement of people around the busy club obscured as quickly as they revealed.  It didn’t matter; he wouldn’t approach me in the club, anyway.  He was just observing, waiting, watching to make sure I followed my routine and ended up where he expected me to be.

A couple hours later, I broke the hearts of the last two guys chatting me up at the bar, and left alone—after sliding the bartender a massive tip for watching out for me.  You could never be too careful about spiked drinks and handsy drunks in this town.  

I walked briskly back to my condo building, heels skittering on concrete a little faster this time.  My confident stride kept anyone from approaching or following me this time, but I saw the glances as I passed.  I felt his presence again too, felt his eyes upon me as if they were something tangible.  I smiled at the comforting feeling of having him watch me—as if somehow he was watching over me protectively, even though I knew his intentions were anything but honorable.

Upstairs, I opened up the drapes of the condo and looked out over the city at night.  It was beautiful, all the lights outlining the shapes of the building and the avenue that followed the shoreline.  I lingered, enjoying the view and the hum of the city until I felt those familiar eyes upon me again.

I turned the lights down a bit, but left the curtains open.  I lit candles and placed them around the room, filling the space with a warm glow.  Then I slid off my heels and slipped out of my cocktail dress, letting it fall to the floor.  I’d pick them up later; for now, I wanted to enjoy being partially exposed and visible in my black lacy lingerie and stockings.

I put on some music and swayed to the rhythm, moving from room to room, making a fresh cocktail in the kitchen, dancing slowly back out to my desk in the bay window, then carrying my iPad back to the bedroom.  I set down my drink on my bedside and opened the iPad to the saucy book I was enjoying.  Then I stretched out on the bed, in full view of the open window.

I’d read for a while until my book and the images within heightened my arousal.   If I remained alone tonight, I’d find a hot passage and bring myself to a climax, or swipe through other sexy images until I came.  But somehow, I knew I wouldn’t remain alone tonight.

I knew he was out there.  And I had a feeling this would be the night he would make his move.


To be continued?  What do YOU think?  Thirsty for more?

And what’s your interpretation?  Is it an assignment?  A secret rendezvous?

Or just a lonely agent’s fantasy?

Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard’s Spirit


Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

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