The first mission
For this edition, our currently still debuting, intriguing Vesper takes you along to her first booking, which – for a debutante – began rather unconventionally...
In high heels I pause before the suite door. Softly, almost like a mantra to myself, I say: "Vesper. Vesper. I am Vesper."
Beside me, my 'partner in crime' Chloé smiles. "Yes, hihi, I know," she says. "Let me introduce you. Once we're inside, it'll all go well for sure."
She opens the door for me, and together we step into the enormous loft of a beautiful hotel. And there he is. The man this evening is all about. Good-looking, friendly and a touch mischievous. He introduces himself to me and, just like that, hands us both a little gift, as if he already knew how special this moment would become. Champagne glasses clink and we celebrate our first time together: for him a first trio, for me my very first mission.
And as I bring the glass to my lips, I suddenly realise how I got here in a flash….
Night had fallen as I came home from a festival on my sandy little dancing feet. At precisely that moment HQ asked: "It's admittedly a little unusual for a first booking, but could you do your first mission later tonight?" I said yes at once. I can, and I'm in the mood for it. From that moment everything went into an unexpected whirl. Excitement and tension raced through my body. I quickly stepped into the shower. Warm water along my skin, a slow ritual: lather, soap, care, touching every line of my body. I prepared myself. For him, for her, for us.
After that I painted my nails, blow-dried my hair, gathered my finest things. In the mirror I saw Vesper.
Downstairs my driver was waiting. In the car I thought: oh my god, it's really happening. Barely time to dwell on what it all meant. A quick change of shoes. Even higher heels. Everything had to be just right.
The hotel turned out to have several entrances. I asked HQ where I could meet my fellow Secret Agent. And there she was: "Hey, sweetheart," she said, catching me with a smile that instantly put me at ease.
Together we stepped into the lift, going up. We chatted briefly and giggled a little. Her words calm, mine a touch too quick. And before I knew it, I was standing here. At the door. Inside. Face to face with him. And beside her.
In the middle of the loft stands a large pool table. In high heels, in nothing but lingerie, we play the game. Every shot, every laugh is accompanied by glances that linger longer than necessary. Seductive, daring, tingling with anticipation.
After some deliciously exciting flirting and teasing jokes, Chloé and I sink down side by side on the sofa. He watches us, full of admiration and eager anticipation. Softly, tenderly, our lips find each other. Her hand glides along my arm and slowly down to my leg. And as we kiss and touch one another, he feels himself drawn more and more into our play.
A little later we move to the large bed. The three of us close together, we become entwined. Kissing, caressing. Waves from gentle to intense, laughing and teasing, and then losing ourselves completely in one another again. An interplay that moved back and forth effortlessly, as if we'd been doing this for years.
Time flew by, so fast that an extension followed. For me it felt exactly that way: it was too beautiful to end already. And even after the extension, when the moment had passed after all, something lingered.
And so I left again. Back in the car, the driver behind the wheel, me reclining in the soft leather seat. With an enormous smile on my lips, still warm from all that had unfolded in such a short time.
The glow I wore that night, I still wear whenever I think back on it. This leaves me wanting more…