| An Akiko Too Far
By Aerosol Kid :: firstname.lastname@example.org
Visit me at http://www.asstr.org/~AK_Home
The people and events in this come from my brain, not the real
world. Regardless of what that tells you about my brain, it means
that I'm not writing about you, your mom, your friends, or your friends'
friends. So you can't sue me. Neener neener.
If you're underage in your territory (and you know what I mean), then
read something else.
Note: This is the conclusion of secret agent Akiko Masumi's second serial.
It follows "Akiko in the Afternoon," "The Trouble with Akiko," "Love
with the Proper Akiko," "An Akiko to Remember," and "The Wrong
Akiko." You don't need to read the first series to follow the second,
but it helps.
(c) 2001 Aerosol Kid
"Um... milady? Would you mind putting that out, please?" Jung Hyun Park
asked delicately, wrinkling her nose. We faced each other in the guarded
entrance to Kali's underground bunker outside Sydney. She'd come to meet
me at the lift from the faux office park above.
I put out my cigarette on my heel, and she smiled gratefully, but the
smile faded when I pulled out another smoke and lit up. "Baby," I
exhaled, waving the flame from my match. "Tell me whatever it is you need
to tell me. It's 0200 and I'm tired." The guards waved me through, so I
blew past Jung Hyun, forcing her to backpedal. "I'm sweaty and I smell
like airplane," I groused, as she struggled to catch up. "And I seem to
be without a handmaid." I took her hand and swung it gaily while we
walked. "How about you fill in for me, until I get my Nina back?"
Jung Hyun knew I was jacking with her, and didn't like it one bit. She
was *Kali's* handmaid, and she was used to being treated with a little
deference. "Kali asked for you, milady," she said, trying not to sound
resentful, not quite succeeding. "She wants you to go directly to her
I tried not to groan. I didn't sleep on the flight back from Kuala
Lumpur; I was too worried about my friends. According to Alex, the only
way I could save them was by following orders and finishing the mission.
Since that wasn't going to happen until sunrise, the only thing I wanted
to do was shower and hit the sack. Now it looked like I'd be up all night
with Kali. I wanted to throw a tantrum, but blowing my cover wasn't going
to save the day. "Why, Ms. Park," I Scarletted at her, fanning myself.
"That's most flattering." I motioned ahead. "After you."
I could tell she wanted to push me down and tear my hair out. Instead,
she pulled out her cell phone and began to lead me through the maze of
tunnels. "Milady. Yes, we're on our way," she murmured, as I watched her
cute butt wiggle this way and that. We took an elevator so far down that
my ears popped again. Halfway through a dark corridor, Jung Hyun stopped
and felt around for something. A section of the wall rotated outward, and
we slipped through to yet another passageway. There were more guards, and
I thought they'd just wave us through, but these ladies meant business. I
got frisked, and how. Jung Hyun smiled thinly and crossed her arms,
enjoying it. That is, until they gave her the once-over too.
"Send her in," Kali's voice crackled over an intercom, near an imposing
set of doors. The guards performed an efficient drill: two flanked the
entrance, while another pair worked a series of locks. Eventually, the
doors swung outward, and I spied a dimly lit boudoir. From somewhere far
inside, Kali said, "That will be all, Ms. Park."
"As you wish, milady," the foxy handmaid bowed, cheeks reddening. Her
eyes met mine for a millisecond before she took her leave. *Mrrrrreoww!
Ffffft!* I was relieved that Miss Kitty was on Kali's leash.
I'd been on a mission for sixteen hours, and my eyes were tired. Torches
and candles burned here and there, but it was still hard to see. I
stumbled into a huge canopy bed, then I spied some sort of office in a
corner. Kali sat there with her back to me, swiftly pecking at a
"How did it go?" she prompted.
I was a little lost for words. Alex's presence during the mission had me
a little tongue-tied, sure, but I was also distracted by Kali's attire. A
white sarong snaked around her thin waist, and that was about it. Her
pale, muscular back enthralled me, in spite of my unwillingness to be
I shook myself. "Exactly as planned, milady. We can arrange for delivery
any time in the next eight days."
She continued to type. A single braid hung down to her ass, swishing
occasionally. "You didn't run into any unpleasantness from the men?"
"One of them did try to bargain with me in private for my assistants," I
lied. "But no, milady, we didn't encounter any resistance."
"It's a common misconception," Kali said, and I could tell she was
smiling, "that my loyal subjects are simple slave who would obey to
anyone who purchased them. They'll all understand, soon enough."
Even though her take-over-the-world talk was creepy, I breathed a little
easier because she seemed to buy my story. "Will that be all, milady?"
"All?" Kali finally stopped typing and swiveled in her chair to face me.
I marveled at her bangs, meticulously teased, and her perfectly penciled
eyebrows. Let's not forget those inscrutable brown eyes, and full lips
glossed with smoky plum. "No, that will not be all."
She rose to her feet, and I tried to hold eye contact, but her were
really great. It was hard to think of her as an evil supervillain, that's
for sure. "Aren't we breaking camp and relocating, milady?" I attempted.
Concern wrinkled her brow. "Don't be nervous, Akiko. I don't mean to
intimidate you." My mouth fell open. This woman - obsessed with Taking
Over The World, and possibly even about to succeed - was hot for me. She
sashayed up to me and reached out to massage my neck. "I know it's late,
but I'm a little wound up. I was hoping you might help me relax."
"I just got off the plane, milady. I don't smell too good." The more she
rubbed, the fewer excuses I could come up with. This gal was playing me
like a fiddle.
She nuzzled my neck and inhaled deeply. "You smell divine," she declared,
then she licked my collarbone. I gasped softly in surprise. "And you
I sort of giggled, but I was still on edge. In the normal world I
would've just said, "Not tonight, I've got a headache," and that would be
that. But I was supposedly programmed to put out on command, so I didn't
have that luxury.
Kali pulled back a bit, evaluating me. "Poor Akiko," she soothed. "You're
still keyed up from your mission, and here I am asking you to jump right
into my bed." She rolled her eyes at her own lack of consideration. "Wait
right there, I've just the thing."
She left me trying to figure out what to do with my hands. I had a strong
urge to flee, to round up my friends and blow this popsicle stand. But
Alex wanted me to leave the rescuing to him and concentrate on Le Big
Picture. I sighed, pacing the room. If it were just time for me to *do
something,* I'd have been fine. Waiting is the hardest part of the secret
"This will make it all better," Kali announced, her bare feet slapping
the marble floor. She sat down on her gigantic bed and patted the white
duvet. "Please sit." There was something concealed in her left hand.
How does that saying go? The only way out is through? I was pretty
sure what Kali had in mind, and like I said, I wasn't exactly thrilled
with the notion. But I swallowed, put on my best happy slavegirl face and
seated myself next to that power-mad little hottie from Singapore.
"Look at me," she commanded. "I want to see your eyes when I do it."
I did as told, and before I had a chance to ask what she was talking
about, I felt the familiar cold sting of metal at my neck. "Oh..." I
heard myself say, as Kali's brown eyes dissolved into buzzing hot noise.
My head bonked into hers, and she held me there for a moment, letting her
wand do its thing. She rambled to me about her hand-held mental
disrupters, how they were her favorite invention. I wanted to ask her to
stop, but my lips were numb and I couldn't even lick them. I managed to
make this weird little noise. Kali took the hint and gently lowered me
onto my back. The bed felt delightful.
She stroked my hair, which was nice. "This, Agent Masumi, is what I like
best about my work. I've been patiently waiting to fuck you for weeks.
Now you're all mine." The kissing made me dizzy, and I could barely move
my tongue, so Kali settled for on my lips while I made random
noises of encouragement. It seemed once again that I was in auto-slut
There was some rustling around on the bed, and I felt her messing around
with my feet. One of my boots plopped onto the marble floor, then the
other. Next, Kali attempted to slide my pants from around my hips. She
grunted and tugged and I was absolutely no help at all. My undies came
off with relative ease. When she knelt behind me and peeled off my tank
top, I found the strength to pluck at her sarong, which fluttered away
from her thighs almost as soon as I touched it.
Next, she tied my hair back, which was thoughtful. Satisfied that I was
all naked and ready to go, she locked eyes with me and slipped under the
covers. That was my cue, so I labored to move my cold limbs. Clumsily, I
joined Kali under the warm bedding.
Now it was just my hot skin and hers, enveloped in wonderful, fuzzy
flannel. We made out for a long time, because that's about all I could
manage, but after a while my fingers began to trace her hips. She got
bold, pushed my legs apart and teased my vee. It tickled, and I started
doing this embarrassing moaning/panting thing. I think she got tired of
me squeezing her fingers between my thighs, because she climbed on top of
me. I felt her lips at my ear, where they began a slow, wet expedition to
the hollow of my neck. There was a brief taste test of my left arm, then
an all-out assault on my boob, which prompted me to grab her by the
shoulders enthusiastically. She licked across my ribcage and headed for
my navel. I feverishly prayed for her to keep going south.
Kali tongued my belly button.
Pushed my legs very far apart.
And then locked her mouth to my pussy, as I writhed against her sudden
iron grip on my hips. I came from sheer surprise, squealing like a
She on me roughly; buzzing my button until I quaked once, then
twice. Each time I came I felt lighter, more rubbery. I lost track of
It was burning hot in that bed. I was exhausted and sticky, soaked from
head to toe with sweat and other stuff. Kali kissed my tummy, and
triumphantly emerged from under the covers, ringlets of damp hair stuck
to her face. I kissed her eagerly, wanting to taste myself on her lips,
and I wasn't disappointed. She rolled off of me and pulled me on top of
her. Her pose was submissive, but her hot chocolate gaze and faint smile
left no doubt who was in charge.
I rose up on my knees, flinging the soaked bedding away from us, and
looked down at Kali's unusual body. She was quite thin - her ribcage was
sharply delineated - but her were very high, very round and quite
big. Suspiciously perfect. I leaned over them, cupped them in my hands
and licked an areola. They seemed pretty real to me. Satisfied, I buried
my face in her chest while she gripped the back of my neck.
She was real quiet, but I could tell she was enjoying herself - maybe
even holding back on purpose. Well, she said she'd been waiting so long
to have me, and I felt like I had a reputation to live up to. So I slid
down, gripped her thighs and pushed them up. I wanted her legs in the air
for this show. Before I could so much as breathe on her nether lips, she
cleared her throat. "You mentioned an interesting fantasy, while you were
with Siobhan and Ophelia the other day." She was trying hard to sound
aloof, but she came off more like a porn star.
"What do you want me to do?" I husked, causing her to shiver.
She reached out to her nightstand and grabbed something, placed it on her
tummy. Curious, I reached around her thigh to retrieve it. Sour apple
candy! "Hmmm. Yummy," I opined, untwisting the wrapper. "It'll be my
pleasure, milady. Uh?" The last was because Kali surprised me with that
damned disrupter again. She used a lighter setting this time, so I was
able to hold onto her legs, but the inside of my head went all runny. I
moaned pitifully while I got my bearings, and my face was so close to
Kali's cunny that she had this huge orgasm. She definitely got off on
zapping me like that.
Things got really fuzzy after that. I managed to get the candy in my
mouth and turn Kali into a sticky, apple-flavored wonderland. Sometimes
she gripped my head and fucked my mouth, sometimes she'd zap me with the
disrupter and watch while I struggled to come to my senses between her
A good time was had by all.
When I came to, it was 0500, and Kali was asleep with her back to me.
Strands of my hair clung to my forehead, and my tongue was *tres* sore. I
took a hot shower in her amazing bathroom, then hunted down my clothes.
When I slipped out of Kali's chambers, one of the guards gave me a little
wink. I got the feeling Kali wasn't much of an afterglow cuddler, so I
didn't think I'd be missed.
We were scheduled to break camp at dawn and leave by 0800. Our
destination was kept secret until all the transports were loaded and
ready. From what I understood, Kali and her Advisors moved so frequently
they had it down to a science. I could see why no intelligence agency had
been able to keep up with her. Until yours truly, of course. If Alex was
right, all I had to do to end this mission was to be with Kali when we
left this base.
That was three hours away, so I had a little time to check up on my
I found my way back to Containment without much trouble. The guards were
hesitant to let me in, but I gave them some baloney about getting the
prisoners ready for transport, and they waved me in.
Once inside the little storage room, I locked the doors and looked around
for cameras. Satisfied that no one was watching, I stemmed the flow on
Nina's sedative drip, then Akemi's, then Miyu's. While I waited for my
lovely colleagues to stir, I looked around near the console where Kali
had almost brainwashed me earlier. I looked in a cabinet and sure enough,
I found a few of those handheld disrupters. They each had tiny labels
with basic guidelines. One was for sleep, one for "suppliant
suggestibility" and another was for "intense sexual arousal." I armed
myself with one of each, slipping them into my pockets. When I rejoined
Nina, she was beginning to fidget and frown. As she yawned, I held the
suggestibility doodad to her temple and gave her a jolt. Her irises
contracted and her lips parted. I felt bad because all this time she'd
been asleep with her blue contacts in.
I nuzzled her ear and whispered, "Hey, babycakes. It's Akiko. Can you
hear me?" She nodded slowly. "Listen..."
I went from Nina to Akemi to Miyu; zapping them, changing out their
sedative bags for saline and whispering instructions. When I left, they
were asleep again, only now they'd have a fighting chance when the shit
hit the fan.
I was beginning to see how demanding Kali was of her highest ranking
slavegirls. She'd sent me to Malaysia, used me all night as a sex toy,
and now (after a brief breakfast) she had me scrambling to keep up with
her as she supervised the breakdown of base camp. I was running on
roughly ninety minutes of sleep, but I was very tightly wound. Kali wore
a black suit, black lipstick, and even black ribbons in her spiral
braids. She looked hot as fuck. I followed her terse orders to the
letter, making security arrangements and coordinating trucks, planes and
helicopters. My stomach churned as I thought about the transmission I'd
be sending within the hour, and the craziness that would follow.
At 0800 on the dot, a convoy of trucks and busses left the bunker through
a underground tunnel. The tunnel intersected a major highway
nearby, at a discrete location. Two of Kali's Advisors rode with this
group, as well as Jung Hyun, who had the honor of watching over Kali's
luggage. A second convoy of vans and Range Rovers trickled out of the
office complex at ground level, all headed for the airfield. I rode in
this group, along with Kali and the other three Advisors.
Kali had her poker face on for the Advisors, who sat across from us and
glared. I was convinced that they knew we spent all night doing the
nasty. They were lovely girls, but corporate types; all dressed in that
gravely serious way. Ms. Lim was Chinese-Malay, Ms. Santiko was
Indonesian, and Ms. Balakul was Thai. They were making me paranoid. I
refused to make eye contact, and resolved to sit far away from them on
I crossed my legs and tapped my foot nervously. Kali put a hand to her
mouth and nonchalantly whispered in my ear, "You lived up to your hype
last night, my lovely. I'm still wet just thinking about you." I was sure
no one else heard her over the road noise, but my first reaction was to
turn beet and glance furtively at the Advisors. Pleased with herself,
Kali laughed and turned to look out the window. At that moment, I
realized that these hags couldn't lay a finger on me, because I was the
Boss Lady's favorite lay. They continued to give me stink eye, while I
resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at them.
Three big helicopters waited for us at the little airport. Most of the
convoy stopped here, and the rest kept going to another airfield. More
misdirection on the part of Ms. Kali. I made a show of covering her as we
walked along the grassy field, which seemed to please her.
The helicopters were converted military troop transports. One was
reserved for us, so there was plenty of room. Even all the slavegirls on
the other flights would be pretty comfortable. I was relieved when Kali
took a seat in the rear and her three bitches sat up front near the
"You can relax now, my vigilant protector," Kali purred to me, while she
set her laptop across her knees and powered it up.
"Thank you, milady," I yawned. Up front, the pilot looked over her
shoulder at Kali, who gave the thumbs up. We lifted off swiftly, and the
sunlight shifted angles through the cabin as the airfield swung down and
out of view.
I kept a low profile, assessing the flight crew, noting that they were
armed. Kali was completely engrossed in some spreadsheets. She looked
damned cute, really. I thought about how good she'd been to me in bed,
and the classic undercover queasiness set in. To her, I was a priceless
asset: a deadly spy who'd been meticulously brainwashed. She had
unshakable confidence in her abilities, and in her technology. Because of
that, she trusted me enough to have my face between her legs. Enough to
put me in charge of her life. And even though it was Kali's self-
confidence and not genuine trust in me, I still felt like I was about to
betray a lover. That's fucked up, isn't it? Let's not forget this woman
was planning to destabilize governments and brainwash millions. I
chastised myself. *You've been out in the field too long, you big a-
I shut my eyes and counted to ten. Bit my lip. And willed open my
communication implant's distress channel for five seconds.
I expected to be discovered instantly and hurled to the floor, but Kali
kept typing, and the Advisors continued a quiet conversation up front. I
was about to smile, when I saw the Aussie co-pilot check something, then
check it again. Flustered, she leaned into the passenger cabin and caught
Ms. Santiko's eye. "Milady. There's been an unauthorized radio
transmission from our position."
Ms. Santiko didn't get it. "From our position?"
The co-pilot blanched. "From onboard, milady."
I took advantage of the few seconds I had left and made my way toward the
cockpit. "What do you mean, 'unauthorized transmission'?" I barked, ever
the concerned bodyguard.
"It was a brief burst on an extremely high radio frequency," the freckled
co-pilot stammered. "Looks military. Most likely used to help someone
triangulate our position."
To my left, the pilot scratched her nose, muttered a curse.
"Are you sure your equipment is working properly?" I challenged, acutely
aware that I had everyone's undivided attention.
"Yes, milady. Everything checks out. Someone's most likely tracking our
I turned to face Kali, who played nervously with her elliptical braids.
At this point, the cavalry was on its way, so all I needed to do was
stall. "Someone must have placed a transmitter on this aircraft before we
lifted off," I theorized.
She slipped the end of a ballpoint pen into her mouth. Chewed absently.
Nodded, eyes narrowing. "What do you propose, Akiko?"
I was about to answer, when Ms. Lim spoke up. "You!" she hissed, poking
me in the back "You sent it!"
A loud voice crackled over the radio in the cockpit, directing us to
"land gently and slowly," and "come out with your hands up."
Ms. Balakul sided with Ms. Lim. "Kali, your little bitch sold us out."
"Impossible!" barked Kali. "When will you get it through your heads? It's
not possible to resist my conditioning methods!" Exasperated, she tossed
aside her laptop and marched up to me. She pulled something from her belt
pouch and aimed it at me. I flinched instinctively, but it was just a
scanner. Kali's lips curled into a sneer as she prepared to once again
prove her doubters wrong. But when she saw what the scanner had to say,
her face got very white.
"Well?" Ms. Lim demanded.
The scanner slipped from her fingers and rolled around lazily on the
shifting floor. Our pilot was trying to evade some other aircraft, and we
had to grab for something to stay on our feet. The look she gave me was
hard to take: I'd betrayed her. "Agent Masumi's communication implant has
been reactivated," she said in utter disbelief. "She sent the burst."
I'm sure that if fighter planes hadn't been buzzing us, the Advisors
would've gloated a whole lot more.
"How?" Kali cried numbly. "This isn't supposed to be possible." Her big
brown eyes registered her shock.
For a second, I felt terrible. Then I wised up. "You can't have
your Akiko and take over the world, too," I shrugged.
"Shut up!" Ms. Santiko growled, roughly shoving me to the deck. Someone's
stiletto heel dug into the small of my back, and the cold muzzle of a
revolver pressed against my temple. "I'm going to spray your brains all
over this fucking helicopter."
"I wouldn't do that," I cautioned. "I'm the only thing on this chopper
they want alive." Carefully, I moved my hands toward my pants pockets. "I
just opened my communications link. They can hear everything. If it's
interrupted, they'll assume I'm dead, and you'll be eating missiles for
The pilot tried in vain to lose our Marlin pursuers. My stomach did icy
Kali's voice regained some of its honeyed assurance. "That's right,
girls. Akiko may not be under my spell, but she's our ticket out of
here." I knew what she was doing even before she knelt down next to me. I
might be able to resist long-term conditioning, but not the disrupter she
was undoubtedly getting ready to use.
The truth was, Marlin would probably figure out I was compromised in a
heartbeat, and they'd waste me if it meant taking down Kali. It was
nothing personal, but my life was definitely in my own hands.
Before Kali could zap me, I swept my legs in an arc, knocking Advisors
everywhere. I was relieved that Ms. Santiko's pistol didn't discharge. My
spin continued, sweeping under Kali's feet, knocking her on her arse. I
wish I could be all cool and say this move was kung fu or aikido, but I
learned it from this guy who was a breakdancer.
As I sprang to my feet, I reached with both hands for the disrupters I'd
armed myself with earlier. I didn't really care which flavor I ended up
with. I was closest to Kali, so I tagged her on the butt. She yelped,
crumpled to the deck. Evidently I had a Sleep Inducer in that hand. I was
moving too fast to be sure, but I think she got off on it.
I spun to face the Advisors. Ms. Santiko scrambled for her pistol, Ms.
Balakul crawled toward the cockpit, and Ms. Lim tried to free herself
from the chair she had spilled into. I gave Ms. Lim a dose of the same
disrupter I'd used on Kali, and she sighed blissfully as she slackened in
her chair. With my other hand, I zapped Ms. Santiko just as her fingers
brushed the handle of her gun. Since Ms. Balakul was crawling toward the
cockpit with her back to me, she was the easiest to subdue. Judging from
the provocative things that came out of her mouth, I'd say I had the sex-
stunner in my right hand.
There was still the flight crew to deal with. The co-pilot unsnapped her
sidearm from her thigh holster as she struggled to turn toward me in her
seat. I dropped both disruptors and reached in my pocket for the third,
praying it wouldn't fuck the pilot up too much to fly.
I tapped the wand against the co-pilot's helmet. Her eyes went glassy and
her pistol dropped to the deck. Switching to the lightest setting, I
tranced the pilot, leaned down and ordered, "Set us down."
She answered by putting us in a steep dive. "I won't let you do this!"
I braced myself next to her and gave her a stronger dose. She flinched,
jerking the stick a little too much for my taste. The chopper's nose
snapped up for a second. "Level off, soldier..." I yelled. She blinked a
few times. "Come on, level this bird off." The ground was getting awful
The determination melted away from her face. "Yes, milady," she sighed,
and the sky dipped back into sight.
A voice thundered in my head, over the radio implant. "Akiko? Akiko?
What's going on over there?"
"Who wants to know?" I challenged, putting a hand to my forehead. Cripes,
that was loud!
"Masumi-san! It's Doctor Sato! Are you OK?"
"Affirmative." It was so good to hear the yummy doctor's voice again!
"This chopper is secured and we're setting down."
The ground was crawling with Oz foot soldiers and Marlin ops when I
hopped out of the helicopter. The other choppers in our group set down
nearby. I learned later that the pilots got confused when they saw Kali's
helicopter land. I don't think she ever thought about what to tell them
in the event of her capture. Doctor Sato and her assistants led me away
as Kali and her ladies were rounded up and cuffed.
"You did so well, Masumi-san," the Doctor purred in Japanese. "We're so
proud of you. Let's get you back home and make sure you're OK, yes?"
I pushed many gentle hands away. "Where's Alex? I've got to talk to him."
There was some whispered discussion between the good Doctor and a
soldier. Then she stepped away and called someone on her *keitai.* I bit
my lip, wondering if the had managed to wake up and escape. Had I
done enough? Had Alex kept his promise and gone after them? Dr. Sato
finished her call and took my hand. "We will go on to the airport," she
explained. "Cortazar-san will meet us there."
"But..." I stammered.
Doctor Sato flashed her sleepy smile and kissed my cheek. "Your work here
is done, Masumi-san."
It was chilly, standing outside the unmarked Marlin hangar at Sydney
Airport. Our jet was fueled and ready to take us back to Tokyo, but we
were still waiting for Alex. I stubbed out my cig and lit a fresh one,
while the ecstatic operatives around me alternated between guzzling beer
and pouring it on each other. I wouldn't be able to relax until...
"There's Alex!" someone yelled as they mussed my hair. I smiled weakly
and shuffled from one foot to the other.
The black van rolled up next to the jet. I couldn't stand it anymore, so
I ran over, grabbed the side door handle and jerked open the hatch. Alex
regarded me from the dark interior with a shit-eating grin on his face. I
saw a swirl of platinum hair as something pounced on me, knocking
me to the asphalt.
"Baby! You're alright!" Nina squealed.
My elbows were scraped, and the wind was knocked out of me, but I didn't
care. I squeezed Nina until she coughed. "God, I thought I'd never see
you again!" I moaned, covering her with kisses. There was laughter, as
several hands pulled Nina to her feet, then me.
Alex jumped out of the van. "Your little ploy worked," he said. "They
woke up in mid-transit and Nina was able to get a transmission to us.
Finding them was no sweat."
"What about -" I sputtered.
Alex slipped behind me and wrapped me in his arms. "They're going to need
some looking after, but I think they'll be fine."
I peered closer into the back of the van. Two figures lay swaddled in
blankets. One had a curly, disheveled mop of hair, the other a glossy
black bob. My fellow agents were all safe.
"You did great, kid," Alex murmured, as my knees gave out.
"I haven't slept in a while," I apologized, just before I fainted.
When I got back to Tokyo, I laid low for a while. Assistant Director
Takizawa put me on leave. I found an apartment in Harajuku and had a
blast fixing it up. The higher-ups at GIA bought me a brand new yellow
Miata, so I took a few long drives in the country.
Before this Marlin gig, I had been terrified of my job-acquired kinks. To
be fair, getting turned into a submissive bisexual in the line of duty is
a freaky thing. I thought I'd been permanently bent in a way that would
continue to get me in trouble, and that my days as a secret agent were
numbered. I was mad and sad and scared all at once, and let's not forget
oh-so-excited by the thought of being hypnotized.
I had believed that my assignment to Marlin was basically my death
warrant. And I proved myself wrong by having the balls to tough things
out and get the job done. Dr. Sato had only been able to administer half
of the treatment that was supposed to keep me safe once I infiltrated
Kali's organization, but I turned out to be more naturally resistant to
mind control than any other Marlin op.
Of course, the brass knew this all along. Things hadn't gone exactly
according to plan, but they'd sent me into Kali's network knowing I could
take her down. To them, I was the ideal double agent. And now that I had
some kind of promotion waiting for me upon my return to work, the things
that got me off in the bedroom weren't so scary, if you know what I mean.
All in all, I was pleased with myself.
Nina had to go through a little deprogramming, but she's a lot like me
(maybe even a little more resilient), so she was fine. She wanted to hang
around, and I really wanted her to, but she was so young, and I wasn't
crazy about her being a secret agent. I told her to go back to Oz and
become a singer - which is what she'd been doing before she was
recruited. I told her if we were still thinking about each other after a
while, we'd see what was up.
Alex gently pursued me during my vacation. There was definitely something
between us, but my heart ended up with Nina, who I'd sent away.
Why do I do these things to myself?
Miyu spent a few weeks with Dr. Sato, eventually making a full recovery.
We started hanging out when she got well enough. These days, she's like a
big to me. We're real tight.
Poor Akemi took a lot longer to get better. She did recover, but she
retired from Marlin. Last I heard she was to some doctor, playing
Eventually, I got antsy and started to pop in at Marlin HQ every day. I'd
just stick my head in the conference room and say hi. When nobody took
the hint, I started hanging out in my office in the mornings.
By my fifth morning of loitering around, I finally mastered Momo the E-
mail Bear. I was catching up on some correspondence, when a shadow
fell over me. I looked up. Assistant Director Takizawa stood in my
doorway, his expression carefully neutral.
"Takizawa-san, come in please?" I chirped.
He entered, but remained standing, hands behind his back. "May I ask what
you're doing?" His body language was all business, but his voice was
I pouted as much as social convention would allow. "I'm a little bored
with vacation, Assistant Director, sir. Is there anything for me to do
He considered. "Well, it so happens that I have been promoted to
"Sorry, sir," I apologized for getting his title wrong. "Congratulations.
Do you have anything for me, Director sir?
He bowed slightly. "Yes, I do. I'll need you to move your things to an
office upstairs, Assistant Director Masumi."
By Aerosol Kid
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