The first mission
For this edition, our currently still debuting, scheming Vesper takes you back to her first booking, which for a Debutante began quite unconventionally....
In high heels, I remain standing in front of the hotel room door. Softly, almost like a mantra to myself, I say, “Vesper. Vesper. I AM Vesper.”
Next to me, my ‘partner in crime’ Chloé smiles. “Yes, hihi, I know,” she says. “Let me introduce you. If we're inside, we'll be fine anyway.”
She opens the door for me, and together we walk into the huge loft of a magnificent hotel. There he stands. The man tonight is all about. Good-looking, friendly and a tad naughty. He introduces himself to me and casually hands us both a present, as if he already knew how special this moment was going to be. Champagne glasses clink and we celebrate our first time together: for him a first threesome, for me my very first mission.
And as I put the glass to my lips, I suddenly realise how I got here in a flash....
Night fell when I came home from a festival with my sandy dancing feet. Right then, HQ asked, “It may be a bit unusual for a first booking, but could you go on your first mission soon?” I immediately said yes. I can, and I have zin. From then on, everything went into unexpected overdrive. Both joy and excitement raced through my body. I quickly got into the shower. Warm water along my skin, a slow ritual: suds, soap, grooming, touching every line of my body. I prepared myself. For him, for her, for us.
Then I painted my nails, blow-dried my hair, gathered my best stuff. In the mirror, I saw Vesper.
Downstairs, my driver was waiting. In the car, I thought: oh my god, it's really going to happen. Hardly time to dwell on what this meant. Another quick change of shoes. Even higher heels. Everything had to be right.
The hotel appeared to have multiple entrances. I asked HQ where I could meet my fellow Secret Agent. And there she was: “Hey dear,” she said, catching me with a smile that immediately reassured.
We stepped into the lift together, up. We talked briefly and giggled a little. Her words calm, mine a little too fast. And before I knew it, here I was. In front of the door. Inside. Face to face with him. And next to her.
In the centre of the loft is a large pool table. In high heels, wearing only lingerie, we play the game. Every bump, every laugh is accompanied by glances that last longer than necessary. Seductive, challenging, tingling with excitement.
After some wonderfully exciting flirting and teasing jokes, Chloé and I collapse next to each other on the sofa. He watches us, full of admiration and tense anticipation. Softly, tenderly, our lips find each other. Her hand strokes my arm and slowly slides down to my leg. And as we kiss and touch, he feels more and more absorbed in our play.
A little later, we move to the big bed. The three of us close together, we become entwined. Kissing, kissing, caressing. Waves from soft to intense, laughing and teasing, and then completely absorbed in each other again. An interplay that moved back and forth effortlessly, as if we had been doing this for years.
Time flew by so fast that there was an extension. For me, it felt exactly like that: it was too good to end already. And even after the extension, when the moment was over anyway, something lingered.
And so I left again. Back in the car, the driver behind the wheel, me reclined in the soft leather seat. With a huge smile on my lips, still warm from what had taken place in such a short time.
The glow I wore that night I still carry when I think back on it. This tastes like more...
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