Mickey planned to just peck Julia on the cheek before she got in line for the security check at the airport, but as soon as she stepped close to the blonde doctor and looked into the pool of her deep blue eyes her thoughts of being proper in public disappeared. As she her lips touched her lover’s their two bodies instinctively melted against each other and Mickey’s nylon clad thigh slide naturally between Julia’s legs. Mickey lost herself in a long deep wet kiss, the feel of her girlfriend’s luxurious hair and the smell of her delicate perfume. Then with a supreme act of willpower Mickey broke the kiss. A few lucky passer-by smiled at the highly charged display.
Mickey stood inches from her girlfriend and bit her lip in mild frustration as she held each of the doctor’s hands in hers. “It will only be two months baby.”
“I know. But for the last year we’ve been together almost every day. I’m not sure I can take being apart,” replied Julia looking both pouty and sad.
“Sweetheart, we’ve been through a lot. You can take it and so can I. And, then we will be together again in D.C. I’ll have the house all set up and life will be perfect, “ Mickey soothed. Mickey couldn’t help but smile because she really was moving to a better place and she felt like the luckiest woman alive that Julia would be there with her.
“You’re right of course,” replied the gorgeous woman who might have just stepped off the cover of a surfing magazine. Doctor Greene's signature starched white blouse, charcoal pencil skirt and black stiletto pumps did nothing to hide her lush curves. “I am kind of excited about it, and the new research job I found is really a big step up for me too.” Her pout turned into a smile as images of Mickey and her relaxing by the pool of the new home they would be moving into flashed through her head. “And I am so looking forward to that pool.”
Mickey’s smile got even brighter as she flashed on the pool image as well, featuring Julia in a micro bikini. “Baby, we are going to do wicked things in that pool.”
Both women giggled as they shared one last hug, before Mickey picked up her briefcase and strode to the security checkpoint. She briefly turned back for a quick wave before going down a flight of stairs. A few minutes later the striking latina with the sharply cut short hair wearing a perfectly fitted Saint Johns’ skirt suit stood patiently in line and contemplated the new life she was beginning, unconsciously primping for many admiring glances of her fellow travelers.
She had interviewed for several government agencies after the Cardone operation. Her involvement, and particularly the way she handled herself in a dangerous and stressful situation, had garnered a lot of quiet attention. There weren’t many people, especially attractive females, who could have subdued three armed men single handedly, and then fought off seven more, all armed with assault rifles. That kind of unique combination of skill, intelligence, and coolness under stress was extremely rare.
So, after interviewing with the FBI, Homeland Defense, the Secret Service and the CIA, she had agreed to join the latter organization. There were several reasons for her choice, and they were all good ones. She was being hired by the CIA as an analyst. That was a nice comfortable nine to five job which they had agreed she would never actually work at. The analyst job was merely a cover for her real job which was as an operator. An operator was someone tasked to do a wide variety of dangerous intelligence related tasks around the word. She would be part of the agency’s Dagger Team. The Dagger Team was super-secret team of field agents who worked directly for the agency director and the President. Although she would drive to work each day as if she worked in one of the many cubicles that were the essence of the CIA ‘s Langley headquarters complex, she would never actually step foot into a cubicle or turn on a computer. Her daily job would be to hone the skills she needed to successfully conduct missions in very dangerous and hostile places around the world.
Mickey was impressed with the job. She would be involved in only the most critical national security issues, working with the best professionals in the world, and, as she had done in the Marine Corps and as a policewoman, serving her country. On top of that, the CIA knew all about her part time job working at the “4 Play” Club and her alias “Starr Sizzle.” And they were cool with it. In fact, to the CIA having an operative who moon-lighted as an exotic dancer was an encouraging bonus. The agency saw Starr and her dancing talent as an additional skill set that might be useful on missions. They also knew all about Mickey’s girlfriend, Doctor Julia Greene, and as additional incentive they had helped secure the doctor an incredibly lucrative research position in D.C. area. Compared to the rather conventional opportunities the other agencies offered, it was an easy choice selecting the job as an “analyst” with the CIA.
Mickey moved to the head of the line and was called forward by the TSA agent. She smiled to herself as she noticed the agent’s gaze travel the length of her body and linger at her dark hosed legs and the tight jacket closed over her breasts. She was used to be admired but it still caused a tingle to run down her spine each time she noticed it. That tingle was one of the many legacy’s of the “Perfect” drug and the cartel’s programing. Mickey turned on her smile and batted her long lashes at the young agent as she handed him her boarding pass. “Hi there,” she greeted him in a low throaty voice.
The agent was startled at the amount of suggestion Mickey was able to put into just those two words and quickly shifted in his chair to cover what had instantly become an uncomfortable condition in between his legs. He tore his gaze from the beautiful dark eyes of the woman standing in front of him and quickly marked her pass.
As he handed the boarding pass back to her, Mickey noticed the slight tremble in his fingers. She couldn’t help but teasingly run her nails over the back of his hand before accepting the pass back. She watched his face and noticed his pupils dilate as she touched him. She continued to bless him with a thousand watt smile.
“Have a nice flight Miss,” the agent croaked, his voice breaking as he looked deep into her eyes.
“Oh I will, thank you Sir,” Mickey flirted. “A nice flight and much more!” she spun on her toe and strutted to security making sure she the young agent got a nice view of her bottom swaying under the tight skirt.
I will be having a nice flight, and much much more she thought to herself.
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