Amelia Walters, Sleepy Spy: I

[seth123]

Amelia shuffled down the building steps. She was dressed for her job, a short black skirt, a simple white blouse, and a black vest with the words ‘Police’ written across her chest. Underneath, she wore sheer grey stockings. Her stunning red hair flowed down to her shoulders, and as usual, she looked stunning.

She was walking around the street in her police uniform, watching the people crossing the street at the busy intersection. She kept a close eye on the people that walked past. Today, she wasn’t here on official police business. She was never here on official police business. That was mainly due to the fact that she was not herself a police officer.

She was a spy.

Amelia had worked for the SIS for quite some time now. This morning, she was preparing for a high risk trade off. Inside her purse, she had over half a million dollars. She was looking for the woman in the purple shirt. She was giving her the names of twenty undercover agents working for a radical anarchist group.

“So you enjoy the weather?”

She turned to face the woman behind her, who was wearing a purple shirt. Racking her brain, she remembered the code word.

“Yes, but I prefer the winter.”

The woman smiled, reaching out her hand for her to shake. Inside her palm, Amelia saw the flash drive, and she reached over and grasped it, sliding her purse off her shoulder. The woman took the purse as the two women smiled falsely. She placed the flash drive in her breast pocket, then, with a quick glance around, headed towards her base.

Walking quickly but confidently, she walked down the street. All around, she saw a lot of men and even a few women eyeing her long, slender legs. She smiled them off, however, and continued her focused walk. Eventually, the streets cleared up and she was alone.

“Excuse me, polizia, which way go Downing Street?”

The accent was heavy. She turned to look at who it was.

“Sorry?”

The woman in the large blue sun hat held a map in front of her. There were circles in blue and red ink all around the national landmarks. Judging by her accent, she had come from some Greek or Roman country.

Sighing, she realized that there was no way that the foreigner would understand that she wasn’t a police officer, she gave in and took the map. The tourist moved up to her left, pointing to downing street.

“No, that’s not the right direction. To get there, you need to move north-”

She began but she was cut off by a sharp stinging sensation in her ass, just above her left leg. She pulled away, sharply, turning to look at her wounds. Looking down, she saw an empty syringe sticking out of her fatty tissue. She yanked it out, to examine it better.

“What the hell is this? What did you give me?” She yelled, angrily.

The woman pulled her hat off, revealing gorgeous dark features and a slender complexion. It took Amelia a second, but she recognized the woman’s beautiful face.

“Maggie?” She asked, blinking.

“Hello darling.” She spoke, softly rubbing grasping Amelia’s shoulder.

“What are doin… what are you doing?” She said, her speech slurring.

She took step back, trying to distance herself from the secret agent, but she found herself stumbling back three or four feet. Maggie Taylor, spy-for-hire, rushed forward to steady her. Maggie and Amelia used to work for the same agency (and date as well) before Maggie decided to go freelance, splitting the two down a rocky road.

Amelia’s legs began feel heavy, her head feeling lightheaded. She blinked a few times, to try and recover, but her vision blurred over and her eyelids started drooping.

“Hey, hey, hey, relax.”

“Noo, get o… get off, I nee… I need…” She tried to argue, her tongue numb. She moved to stand up but her legs felt like lead pipes and her fatigue struck her, filling her with a warm, heavy feeling. She started to drop. Maggie was there, easing behind her, the soft touch of her hands steadying her. Maggie brushed a strand of hair from Amelia’s face, Amelia shuddering at the touch.

Amelia slumped deeper into Maggie’s soft touch. Her arm weakly flopped against her chest in an effort to push her away. Maggie stepped back, lowering her gently to the floor, her legs sprawling out into the street. Maggie placed a finger on her thigh, gently running her hands against the smooth nylon. Amelia took a sharp breath inwards, her chest heaving suddenly. She struggled to keep her eyelids open. Her head lolled into Maggie’s embrace and, and she mumbled out a few soft sentences.

“Shush now, go to sleep.” Said Maggie softly, stroking the side of her face gently.

“No, let goo of meeeeeee…” She trailed off, her eyes rolling back and her breathing falling into a steady, stable rhythm. Maggie laid her down onto the ground, stripping off her vest. She ran her finger over the lest, looking for any bulges. Finding nothing, she instead searched her person. Searching her breast pocket, she took a moment to be distracted by her see through shirt, which showed her maroon lace bra clearly.

All of a sudden, she was distracted. Through a part in her blouse, she could see Amelia's purple lace bra. Unable to resist, she cupped a hand around them, gently playing with them. Amelia's nipples were instantly rock solid. She felt a tightness build up in her own chest, and she quickly moved Amelia to the building across the street, carrying her in her arms.

There, she stripped off her shirt, vest, and skirt, admiring her thigh highs and her lingerie. 'Oh my god, you are stunning' she breathed, forgetting her objective for a moment as she clambered onto Amelia's sleeping body and caressed her form, one hand massaging her inner thigh as the other cupped her breasts. She couldn't resist herself, and she started trailing kisses down her collarbone. She missed Amelia's touched, and she craved it.

Amelia groaned, signaling her waking up. Hurriedly, Maggie smoothed her skirt down and went through Amelia's clothing. Searching her shirt, she felt the cold plastic flash drive, and pulled it out. Grinning, she pocketed the disk and disappeared.