XXX Story Alias Episode: Phase One Season

Sydney Bristow opened the door and walked in to the master suite under the lustful gaze of the two men. They stared at her intently as she walked in wearing the black Bra and panty set. As they looked at her and then at one another the larger of the two men snarled and said in Russian “No put on the red one.” as he waved his hand at the young girl.

Sydney then turned and walked in the other room to change into the other teddy as directed by her “customer” the voice in her ear chimed in “picky bastards aren’t they Syd?” Michael Vaughn said through the microphone earpiece she wore. Sydney just smiled to herself hearing her colleagues joke. Sydney quickly changed into the red teddy as she thought about her mission.

The CIA had learned of server 47 just under 18 hours ago it was the only link between all the SD cells, and just what Sydney and the CIA had been looking for. Server 47 was a continuously airborne 747 that lands only to refuel and is guarded by a man named Macor (the fat man). As payment for spending his life on the jet, he was supplied with an unlimited number of call girls. Syd’s mission was to gain access to the server in the main cabin by playing a high-priced hooker. Server 47 was a flying computer used to store and connect all parts of the Alliance Crime organization. It was the only link connecting the cells the CIA had ever found and the best hope to destroy them.

The Alliance was paying a Russian computer programmer to maintain their top secret server. The plane was equipped with every amenity anyone could ask for and was never on the ground for more than thirty minutes. It was connected to the other SD cell servers via satellite up links and never landed in a country friendly to the US. The plan was manned only by the Russian his bodyguard and the pilots.

Agent Sydney Bristow now found herself playing the part of a French prostitute to the Russian programmer. The crime organization had provided him a lavish lifestyle and new women at each stop in exchange for his work on their flying server. Sydney Bristow now found herself flying at thirty thousand feet above some eastern European country. She knew she had to separate Macor from his body guard Ivan in order to gain access to the server.

Sydney after checking her appearance in the mirror (to the approval of Agent’s Vaughn and Wiess who are watching and listing via the hidden surveillance camera and mic hidden in Sydney’s necklace and earring.) Hoping to get Macor alone Sydney opens the door and enters the master bedroom as seductively as she can.

Macor and Ivan stood and watched in disbelief as the young CIA agent strutted in as provocatively as any hooker they had ever been entertained by. Macor followed Ivan’s eyes as he looked up and down at the agents barely covered body. Then Ivan stopped and gazed at Sydney’s crotch, her trimmed bush clearly visible through the lacy material of her teddy. Then Macor saw an opportunity to humiliate the American agent once again.

“No, I ordered a girl who was shaved clean.” He said pointing to Sydney’s crotch. “Go shave that off as you should have.” he said angrily.

Sydney couldn’t believe the Russian bastards new demands she was on her forth change of clothes and now this. She looked around trying to decide what to do. Macor’s body guard stood next to his employer, his hand in his jacket. Sydney knew the man was holding his gun to intimidate her and she considered just taking both men down at once now. She took stock of her surroundings again and knew she wouldn’t stand much chance of success. What limited information she had been given before she boarded the plane had told her both men carried a gun at almost all times and that the body guard was an accomplished martial artist.

“I said shave you whore.” Macor growled again.

“Don’t blow it Sydney just do what he says and finish the mission.” Vaughn implored her in her ear.

Finally Sydney turned and started to leave the room looking troubled and hurt. “You can use the shower or bath. Razors are in the cabinet but don’t take long you’ve made me wait to long now already.” Macor told the girl. Then under his breath she heard him speak to his body guard “Fucking French they still haven’t figured out how to use a razor.” He sniped to the laughter of his guard. As the door closed she heard his final instructions “Get it all! Don’t miss any and that includes you arms.”

Sydney walked in to the large restroom and removing her necklace and earring to give herself as much privacy as possible she placed both on the counter next to the sink. She then place a wash cloth over the miniature camera not wanting to give anyone any free looks at her. Sydney quickly tried to think of alternatives unable to think of any she turned on the water and undressed.

She quickly shaved what was left of Pubic hair before putting on the red Bra and Panties as she had been ordered to.