“Freeze!” I shouted as I pulled my gun from its hidden holster and pointed it at Don Franco. He held his arms up in the air, calmly.
“My dear Isabella, I never thought you would be the one to betray me. You were always my favorite.”
I had been planning this for months. Disguise, infiltrate, incarcerate. Thanks to the academy's access to bodysuits, I was able to slip into Don’s operation as a woman with little scrutiny. It was a difficult three months, but once I had gathered sufficient evidence, it was time to take him down.
“Sorry, my name’s not Isabella,” I said, stroking a stray golden lock from my face. “It's Captain Richard Dracass. And you are under arrest, Don. Will you come quietly?”
He chuckled his signature chuckle. “I was beginning to wonder who the undercover agent was, you know. Your agency sold you out. Or rather, I bought you. I settled my dues and in return, they gave you to me.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, cocking the gun. Don didn't flinch.
“Did you know, Isabella, that your bodysuit has a little microchip in the head that connects to your brain?” He smiled.
I frowned. “You are bluffing.”
“I'm not. And you can't shoot me. That particular programming has already been delivered to you by the agency.”
Bastard. I'll just kill him now. I urged myself to pull the trigger, but I did nothing. I aimed, tried again. Did nothing. Don casually walked up to me and took the gun from my now shaking hands. He then pulled a wristband from his pocket and slipped it on his own hand.
“So long as I wear this wristband, they said, I can program the agent exactly how I'd like to. And I think I would like new arm candy. Somebody maybe a little young and playful, but hot and wild in the sack. How does that sound, Isabella?” He started tapping some buttons on his watch. My heart started racing, and then my head hurt. Like, a lot.
I held my head in pain, shaking it off. After a minute or two it felt numb, sounds were muted, my vision was blurry. It was like the worst headache I'd ever had. He was reprogramming me… shaping my mind…
“You won't… take me that easy…” I struggled. I felt pressure building everywhere in my tiny girlish body. I felt like I was going to explode.
Then, the pain just disappeared. I was left standing there, panting. Don stood in front of me, smiling.
“How are you feeling, my lovely Isabella?”
I took a deep breath, and sighed. “I'm fine, I… don't know what happened to me there.”
“Don't worry, my love. I'm here for you.” He came and wrapped his big arms around me. I did feel better, instantly. He smelled of fresh cologne, very manly. I realized that I missed his smell. He ran his fingers gently through my hair, and kissed me on the forehead.
“What… why do I feel funny, Donny?” I looked up at him, and he took my chin in his large hands and leaned over to kiss me. Mm… it felt so intimate.
He took my dress and started to slide it down my shoulders, exposing my breasts as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around him, playing my soft tongue against his. As he undressed me, I could feel warmth building inside of me. I could feel his hand migrating slowly down my chest to my waistline, where he started to rub my pussy. I grinded back against it, and let out a giggle.
“Donny, baby… this is your office… what if someone comes in?” I winked at him naughtily. He winked back and laid me back against his desk. He slipped my panties off my legs and exposed my eager pussy. I was positively dripping in anticipation.
I reached down to his pants and tugged his hard cock free. He slid his pants down the rest of the way, and plunged his dick into my sopping vagina. I let out my best girlish moan. “Yes…! Harder, Donny, harder!”
As we fucked I remembered meeting Donny at the bus station, engaging in small talk about how I was going to be a dancer, a movie star. He said I was gorgeous, and I took him home that night. We made love for hours, and have every night since.
My Donny was the love of my life, and he really knew how to treat a girl.