Cold War Stories:- La Dolce Vita (Based on an Original Concept by Arc)

[Stormtrooper1990]

Our next story, based on an original concept by Arc takes us to 1969 Naples. Here Italian-American CIA agent Claudia Grayson-Salvatore, as returned to her hometown of Naples to visit her father and reconnect with old friends, after taking leave from the CIA station of Milan. However, her vacation as been interrupted by an emergency call from her handler Stanley Potter. The Communist Brigade of Central Italy(CBCI) as been growing in strength and the CIA believe that they have an inside man, inside the SID who could well be the mastermind. Claudia, an expert with disguise and infiltration, as been tasked with finding the man and neutralising him in anyway possible. But has Claudia is about to discover, this will lead to an uncomfortable situation with an old one night stand and perhaps the kindling of a new flame. Then maybe Claudia can finally enjoy her vacation and find her Dolce Vita. This is her story...


Central Naples Monday 12th August 1969 10:15am


Claudia Grayson-Salvatore, sat at the vanity in her hotel room in the Grand Naples Hotel, applying the last of her make-up as she prepared to visit her father. At 24, Claudia was one of the top CIA agents in Italy, operating out of the Milan Station House but she had returned to her hometown on vacation to visit her beloved father Hank and reconnect with her old friends. As she smacked her ruby red lips together, Claudia liked what she saw. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, a splitting image of her mother, Isabella Salvatore a nurse during WW2, who had died in childbirth leaving her dear father heartbroken. With sculptured cheekbones, heart shaped features and supple slightly tanned Mediterranean skin. Her medium length hair, the colour of sable framed a pair of almond shaped grey eyes, something she inherited from her father along with his good humour and silver tongue. Even just thinking about him, made her smile. Hank Grayson was originally a school teacher from Wisconsin and had been drafted in 1941 with the 3rd Infantry Division. Fighting courageously, he was promoted to sergeant and decorated with the DSC and Purple Heart wounded during the Anzio campaign. He was shipped out to a field hospital in Naples where he met Isabella Salvatore, Claudia's mother. He later married her in secret and elected to stay in Italy upon her death, raising his daughter, falling in love with the country as well. It was also through her father, that she got a job at the consulate and later the CIA. It was these qualities, inherited from both her parents, that allowed Claudia to turn the heads of both men and even other women, in fact she had taken both to her bed but generally preferred the gentler touch of women. Claudia was a child of two cultures, and was damn proud. And being Italian, Claudia loved fashion making sure she was dressed for any situation, and that extended to her love of disguises too. But her current outfit, a cheap white sundress from Milan, was out of date, Claudia had been meaning to update it but her CIA pay couldn't keep up with the latest trends. The sound of her phone ringing drew Claudia's attention back to the present. She rose from the vanity, walking towards the bedside table. Claudia picked up the receiver. " Hello?"


"Claudia? This is Stanley Potter, something urgent as just come up in Naples and we need you." Claudia sighed as she heard the voice that was the bane of her life, her handler. "Look chief, I'am on vacation. Isn't there anyone else in the station who can take care of this?" Claudia asked expectantly, but having a sinking feeling she already knew the answer. "No, Claudia. I'am sorry to interrupt your vacation but we don't have anyone available who as your... particular set of skills, that can get the job done. Your country needs you." Claudia smiled, that was because nobody else had her particular set of skills. "Alright, chief. Let's hear it." There was a pause and a turning of a file before Potter resumed. "We have intelligence that a high level mole within the SID is masterminding the rise of the CBCI. Your assignment is to identify and neutralise the threat he poses." Claudia's eyes widened. "Strange. I thought all the Left Wing militia's were in our neck of the woods? Do you have any leads I could chase down?" Again another pause, Potter drank his coffee. "Believe it or not, we have caught a break. One of the members of the group, turned himself into the Naples Police near your hotel and is being grilled by them as we speak in Interrogation room 3, according to our contacts. He's a grunt by the name of Luca Umberti, the problem is the Italians are not playing ball and have locked down the station due to the increased threat level." Claudia shrugged "Shouldn't be a problem, with the right uniform I can get in and find out what he knows." Potter sighed. "I knew you were going to say that. Look the agency doesn't mind how you complete this mission, Claudia. Just no more unconscious naked nurses in dumpsters, alright? The amount of paperwork I had to fill out and the bribe money, cost us a fortune!" Claudia rolled her eyes at the old man. "You got it, chief. On my honour." Claudia said with one arm behind her back. After wishing her good luck, he hung up. As soon as she put down the receiver, Claudia snorted with derision. "Yeah right, stronzo" With that, Claudia scooped up her leather handbag and swept from her room.


An alley near Naples Police Headquarters, 20 minutes later


Claudia stood at the mouth of an alley that was near to the Central Police Headquarters in the Arenaccia district, across from her was a little convenience store. Having scouted out the police building, Claudia knew Potter wasn't kidding the local police had turned it into a fortress. She knew the best way in was the uniform of a policewoman , and sure enough the clacking of high heels from Claudia's left announced the appearance of a policewoman. From her position Claudia appraised her, she had a weakness for women in uniform, and more so when she peeled them out of it, and this girl was no exception. The officer was a pretty little thing, with shallow cheekbones, rounded features and light brown hair tied into a sensible bun. Her eyes, were a pleasing shade of turquoise. Her uniform consisted of a matching dark blue jacket, with the Naples police insignia on the left sleeve, knee length skirt, with a matching wide brimmed hat. Underwhich was a white blouse and blue tie cinched at her slender neck. Her small handbag looped over her right shoulder. Claudia grinned, the woman was just her size oh how she was looking forward to getting the woman out of that uniform. Putting on her best distressed face, Claudia walked towards her.


Policewoman Vittoria Donati walked down the street, using the shortcut she had taken to Headquarters for the past 3 years. At 24, Vittoria was a proud member of the Policewomen Corps who battled both low pay and low expectations as well the occasional sexist swipe from her male colleagues. It wouldn't deter her though thought Vittoria, she wanted to make a go of her career in the Corps even if she only had to deal with prostitutes, being a member of the buoncostume, the vice squad. This was still an important crime and Vittoria wanted to make a difference. " Mi scusi agente? Please you have to help me" Ahead of her was a distressed young woman wearing a white sundress, her beautiful face agonised. "Of course, Signorina. What appears to be the problem?" The young woman brought her hands to her face. "Some figlio di puttana as made off with my handbag! Right down this alley! You must arrest him!" She cried gesturing to the alley beside her. Vittoria nodded in determination. "Don't worry, signorina. He won't get far! Down this alley you say?" The woman pointed down the alley. "Yes! I'am so terrified! My bag, my boyfriend brought it for me on my birthday!" Vittoria put her hands on the poor woman's shoulders, her face sympathetic. "Don't fear, just stay behind me. I will keep you safe." This seemed to calm the pretty woman down, as Vittoria walked passed her into the alley. "You know, officer. I really like your uniform, it brings out your big pretty eyes." The woman said as they neared a dumpster. Vittoria was caught unawares by the surprise comment. "I beg your p-mmph!" She was also unprepared by the woman suddenly clamping an arm around her neck, and a hand to muffle her cries. "I'am sorry, Bella Donna but I really need your uniform." The woman whispered in Vittoria's ear, as she coiled her arm around Vittoria's throat. The policewoman's hat fell off in the struggle, as the mystery woman tightened her grip, cutting off the blood to Vittoria's brain. "Shh! Mia cara, just go to sleep. That's it." Vittoria felt her struggles grow weaker and weaker as the woman tightened her grip. She then slumped into her attackers arms, unconscious letting out a small muffled rattle. "It's okay, Bella. This must be your first time falling asleep in a woman's arms." Claudia quipped as she lowered the unconscious Vittoria to the alley floor.


Rubbing her hands together in anticipation, Claudia stripped off her cheap white dress and shoes glad to be rid of them, then got to work undressing the unconscious policewoman. After removing the woman's shoes, Claudia leaned the unconscious officer against her unfastening the woman's jacket slipping the garment from her shoulders. After working the tie loose from around her neck, Claudia unbuttoned the officer's shirt revealing a hint of a cream satin slip, with a matching bra underneath. "Mmm, sexy underwear for an officer. Not what I was expecting at all. Let's see what else you've got, my dear." Claudia said as she turned the unconscious policewoman onto her side, unzipping the skirt from the rear peeling it past the officers slender hips, down her long divine legs covered by nude coloured translucent stockings held in place by a suspender belt. Claudia's heart fluttered at the sight of the slim attractive officer in her sexy lingerie. "Forgive me, my dear agente i will be taking these off your hands." Claudia rolled the scantily clad policewoman onto her front, rolling up her slip and getting a nice view of the officers high waisted cream satin panties. Her nipples under her bra pricking, Claudia unclipped the stockings rolling them down the woman's slender legs, then pulled down the suspender belt. Standing over the unconscious scantily clad policewoman, Claudia got dressed in her stolen uniform including the stockings and suspenders. As an after thought, Claudia worked the officers hair tie loose copying her bun. Then after scooping up the fallen officers hat, setting it on her head Claudia tore up her cheap white dress, binding the officers wrists, ankles and gagging her. "Let's get you all nice and cosy, my dear." Claudia said to the bound underwear clad officer, as she tossed her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, walking over to the dumpster. "Grazie mille officer, for your uniform. It fits me like a glove." Claudia tipped the unconscious woman into the dumpster, her eyes taking in the gentle curves of the underwear clad young woman. "Let this be a lesson to you, don't follow strange women down alleys. You always get into trouble, ciao bella donna." Claudia tossed the remains of her dress, along with her handbag onto the woman's body, before closing the lid. Looping the officers handbag over her shoulder, Claudia straightened out her stolen uniform and walked out of the alley, towards the Police Headquarters.


Naples Police Headquarters 10 minutes later



Claudia, now dressed in her stolen police uniform approached the main gate which was guarded by two male police officers armed with carcano rifles. The guard on the right smiled as she approached. "Buongiorno signorina , running a little late are we?" Claudia returned the smile as the officer on the left scanned her curves. "I got a little tied up this morning, plus I missed my bus. You know never rains but it pours, right?" The officers laughed, the man on the nodding. "I hear that. Well, I won't tell the chief if you won't." He replied as he opened the gate to let her through, as his friend leered at her ass. "Have a good one, bella donna." Claudia flashed them both inviting smiles as she walked passed them into the station. Suckers, she thought as she made her way towards Interrogation 3, using her disguise to blend in effortlessly. After 5 minutes, she found herself in a small storeroom adjacent to Interrogation 3, with a ventilation grille set up high and very thin walls. Standing up on a step ladder, Claudia pressed her ear against the wall. "This will go much better for you, if you tell us everything you know about your comrades in the CBCI Umberti." Said the soft voice of a male police officer as she heard a man shuffle in a chair. "Look, I came in voluntary of my own free will. And I will tell you what I know, but these are aren't your run of the mill 68eters. They are serious." A second voice, a little deeper laughed. "Sounds like your running scared, Umberti. Or perhaps in over your head?" Umberti raised his voice. " I joined them wanting to make a difference to Italy, but when they started called for the "death of the Americans and all the bourgeois" for real, it was madness. I never signed on to kill people!" The first officer replied slowly. "Luca, we can protect you. Just tell us what you know." Claudia sighed, wondering when he was going to give anything actionable. She lent in closer as Umberti replied. " I know one of their meeting places, The Three Roses Student Bar on the Via S Paolo, near the University campus. Many of our members go there to discuss the state of things or to party. Actually it serves as a portal to the inner circle. But they are very selective on who they let into the inner circle. Only those who are deemed "worthy" can join the "lucky few." The second officer sounded more smug in his reply. "And? Don't stop there, Umberti. Tell us about these "lucky few." " Suddenly the sound of the door opening turned Umberti's voice to a whimper. "No..not..you..please." Then a deeper voice announced the arrival of a newcomer. "Officers, you shall seize your Interrogation at once, this as become a Defense Ministry investigation. I have come to take the prisoner into SID custody." Claudia's blood ran cold, she knew exactly who that voice belonged to although it had a while since she heard those dulcet tones. "Senior Officer Giovanni Auditore? Sir, we have just got some credible information to our investigation into these terro-" Giovanni cut across them. "Irrelevant. You will hand over any investigation details and this witness, immediately!" Claudia shook her head, she had slept with the man during her liaison with the SID last month. It was a drunken one night stand, he wasn't even that handsome and the sex was terrible but damn he was charming. When the night was over, he paid her 50 Lira for what he called a "good night." Claudia threw the money back at him and called him a porca puttana. There was nothing else for it, she had to get out of here and fast! Claudia knew the location of the bar, she had studied at the University herself and that was her next destination if she was to find this mastermind. Quickly, Claudia exited the storeroom blending in as she made her way out of the police station, discreetly through an unguarded rear exit and back onto the street.



The Alley near the Police Station


Still in shock over hearing her ex-lovers voice, Claudia weighed up her next move. The Three Roses on the Via S Paolo was her next destination and to get there she needed a change of clothes, plus transportation. After all she couldn't go round dressed in a police woman's uniform she would attract the wrong sort of attention. Besides, they weren't even allowed to patrol the street. The buzzing sound of a two stroke engine, shook Claudia's attention back to the present. Ahead of her was a young handsome couple, a man and a woman who had parked their orange vespa scooter in the mouth of the alley. They took off their helmets, the young girl's shoulder length ash blonde hair glimmered in the sun, and kissed passionately. Claudia smiled at the scene of young love, but was more interested in the young woman, in particularly what she was wearing. The girl was dressed in a fetching summer dress, patterned with orange flowers that brought out her wonderful figure, with black strappy heels and matching handbag. She was adorned with a silver cross around her neck and a dress watch on her left wrist. A gold wedding ring sat on her index finger, a newlywed. My condolences, bella donna. Tying yourself down to some man Claudia thought. The newlywed was a looker, with gentle cheekbones, heart shaped features and big hazel eyes. Forunato bastardo landing yourself a sweet little bride. Because she's wasted on a man. Claudia chuckled, her dress would fit her well and the vespa, well she had been meaning to get one but with her agents salary, couldn't afford one but it looks like her luck as changed. She just needed an opportunity to get the girl on her own and within a few minutes one presented itself. "Francesca, honey. You want an Ice-cream, mia amore?" Asked her husband, a handsome man with short jet black hair. Francesca laughed, smiling a beautiful smile. "I would love a Neapolitan, tesoro. We are in Naples, after all. My dear Vito." Vito lent in to kiss her. "Then two neapolitans it shall be. I will be back, don't go anywhere la dolcezza." Francesca returned the kiss, as Vito ran across the road to the ice cream floor. Grinning widely, Claudia walked from behind the dumpster swooping in to make her move.



Francesca Campinelli, leaned against her vespa a huge smile on her face, she couldn't be more happier. At 21, she and her husband Vito were on their two week honeymoon after finally tying the knot in their home in the Italian capital. After 2 years of engagement, Vito had finally proposed to her on the Ponte Sant'Angelo. It was the happiest day of her life. They had brought this new Vespa, sold the FIAT, Francesca this very fashionable dress and they hadn't looked back. They were into their first week in Naples, so far no terrorists, no threats of violence just a city full of hope. A post card of La Dolce Vita. " Mi scusi signora . My name is Vittoria Donati, Naples police." A woman's voice caused her to turn around, there stood behind her was a pretty brunette policewoman. "What seems to be the problem, agente?" She asked as the woman quickly flashed her ID. "I have reason to believe, you are soliciting. Please come with me." Francesca chuckled. "What the hell? I have just gotten married that was my husband." The police woman remained impassive, she moved forward gently grabbing her forearm. "Signora, for all I now that was your client. Please come with me, to the station." Francesca sighed, although the bitch was being officious she had no desire to get into trouble. "Alright fine, but is this going to take long? I'am on my honeymoon." The policewoman gave flashed her a odd smile as she led her past a dumpster. "It won't take long at all, signora. You know that's a really nice dress." Francesca suddenly felt nervous, caught off guard by the strange comment. " I..er..wha-ugh!" Francesca felt a sharp blow to the back of her neck, as the policewoman swiftly neck chopped her. She fell down behind the dumpster, unconscious. "But it will look better on me, love." Claudia quipped as she quickly stripped off her stolen uniform.



Now dressed only in her white lace lingerie, Claudia knelt by the unconscious Francesca quickly removing her jewellery, strappy heels putting them on before unbuttoning the exquisite summer dress from the rear. "Hmm? Very brave girl, you've gone braless. Well it is August after all. Do you mind if I had a little peak, Francesca?" Claudia asked the unconscious girl, recieving no answer she slipped the dress from the girls slender shoulders. "I'll take that as a no, la dolcezza ." Claudia peeled the beautiful dress, from Francesca's attractive slim half naked body revealing youthful and firm C-cup breasts with circular light pink perky areolas, with a pair of floral print white lace trim shorts protecting her modesty and covering a peach shaped buttocks. Claudia felt her nipples prick at the sight "Wow, your husband is indeed a lucky bastard. I know I wouldn't turn you down." Claudia said as she unhooked her own bra, before stepping into the stolen dress. When she was finished Claudia, trying her best not to be distracted by Francesca's lush half naked body, bound the unconscious beauty's wrists, ankles with Vittoria's stockings and gagged her with the officers tie. After hauling the girls body onto her shoulder, Claudia thought she heard a "Mmmph!" from the dumpster opening it, she smiled as she saw a scantily clad Vittoria who went silent, tears streaming down her face. "Excuse me a moment, Francesca." Claudia said to the unconscious Francesca, as she turned to Vittoria. "Hello, again officer. Thanks again for your uniform, I would love to stay but it's notte notte." Vittoria frantically shook her head, as Claudia punched her in the face silencing her muffled screams. Chuckling, Claudia gently laid the unconscious half naked Francesca slumped onto Vittoria's shoulder. "Aww, you too make such a lovely couple. Don't worry, the first time I woke up next to a naked woman I was a little confused. But the second time..." She grinned as she kissed her fingers, before dumping the policewoman's uniform and her bra on their bodies, closing the lid on the cute couple. Claudia searched Francesca's handbag, finding the Vespa's keys laughing she ran towards the stationary Vespa, looping the handbag over her shoulder. Hopping on she strapped the red helmet on, switched on the ignition and gunned the two stroke engine, speeding away with a smile on her face. As the husband ran out of the parlour ice creams in hand, shouting Francesca's name after her.


Near the student bar, The Three Roses on the Via S Paolo 13:15pm


As she dismounted her Vespa in an alley opposite the bar, Claudia unstrapped her helmet noticing that there was no way that she would be getting into that bar dressed a poster girl for La Dolce Vita. Outside the bar were many students, all dressed in the typical "uniform" of the counter culture movement and that meant either jeans or trousers for the girls. Inwardly, Claudia scoffed at their complete lack of fashion sense but she realised that if they were dressed like that then it was her ticket into that bar. Suddenly at the mouth of the alley, came a young woman who had stopped to light a cigarette. Claudia gently walked up to her, appraising her. The girl was dressed in a red buttoned short sleeve shirt, with skinny tight flared bottom blue jeans, embroidered with floral patterns, held up by a white flax belt and brown leather ankle boots. A beaded necklace hung, resting between her breasts. Claudia had to admit, the jeans did wonders to her plum shaped ass and her outfit would be a perfect fit, getting her into the bar with no problem. From the rear, Claudia could see her short auburn hair had been braided into pigtails. Claudia smiled, it was time to get herself a new outfit. "Mi scusi signorina , help me. I'am a little lost." Claudia put on her best distressed tourist face, as the girl turned, revealing a sweet face with high cheekbones, slightly squared features and big sparkling blue eyes. "Of course, signora How can I help you?" She said with a smile, as she approached Claudia.


Sofia Avernicci, walked towards the attractive brunette in her summer dress, who looked like she had taken a wrong turn into the wrong side of town. At, 21 Sofia was a student studying Art History and one of the original 68aters, she had taken part in the protests last year. Drawn by a love of communist values, Sofia joined the CBCI but was beginning to have doubts about their violent rhetoric. After all she was also a pacifist, who had protested strongly against the war in Vietnam. Sofia was no killer. The pretty brunette walked towards her. "Buon pomeriggio, signorina . Yeah, I took a wrong turn. I wanted to go to the Harbour but I missed my turn and winded up here. Please, my husband will be wondering where I'm. He gets so worried." She said distressed as Sofia smiled warmly, touching her left forearm. "Don't worry, signora. I will get you to your husband." She turned her back to the woman, raising her hand. "You take a right out of this alley and-" "I really like your top, what a lovely colour." Sofia was caught off guard by the curious remark. " I beg your pardon, sign-ugh!" Sofia turned to see a fist connect with her cheek, sending her sprawling onto her back unconscious. "Sorry, my love. But red was always my colour." Claudia said as she stripped off her stolen summer dress, removing the wedding ring.



Claudia, now half naked knelt by the unconscious redheaded student searching her pockets to find her ID "Sofia Avennici. Well, Sofia I'am going to be you for today. Now lets get you out of those clothes, dear." Claudia said as she pulled off the girls boots and removed her necklace, then unbuttoned the red shirt, revealing a solid black low cut bra covering generous C-cup breasts dappled with freckles. "This why I love stripping redheads, such beauty." Claudia slipped off Sofia's shirt from her shoulders, then after some thought turned the unconscious redhead over onto her side unhooking her bra. "Wow, nice breasts, Sofia. I thought Francesca had it good but no." Claudia as she beheld the lush breasts of Sofia, with full roundel shaped red perky areolas. "Let's see you have down below, miele." Claudia said putting on Sofia's bra and shirt, before she loosened the belt around Sofia's jean then unfastened them. Claudia worked the jeans from Sofia's slender hips, peeled them down her long dancers legs, revealing a pair of low waisted matching black low cut panties. "Hmm? I might as well have matching, after all you don't really need them Sofia." Claudia whipped off the redhead's underwear, exposing a full red clit topped with a trimmed triangle of auburn pubic hair. "Looks like you don't disappoint down there, either.' Claudia said as she took off her panties, swapping them for Sofia's. She quickly got dressed in the rest of the unconscious Sofia's clothes, then loosened her hair ties copying her braids. After checking in the Vespa's mirror that she looked the part of a 68ater, Claudia reluctantly tore Francesca's dress into strips binding her wrists and ankles. "Here, a little something to remember to remember me by Sofia." Claudia said as she gagged Sofia with her discarded white panties, before she scooped up Sofia's naked body walking over to a nearby dumpster. "And here I thought counter culture girls were all surly. Well, next time Sofia if a pretty girl asks for help, just keep walking." Claudia dropped the naked girl into the dumpster, before closing the lid. Looping Sofia's handbag over her shoulder, Claudia walked out of the alley crossing the road to the Three Roses. Her stolen outfit, allowing her easy access inside.


The Three Roses Student Bar


Claudia wasn't surprised as she entered the bar, to find it packed to the rafters with students partying instead of studying, even this early in the day. In fact, it was here in a bar just like this where she kissed her first girl and discovered her sexuality. Now her eyes scanned for somone who looked like a leader, picking out a strong personality amongst the crowd of revelers who were dancing to "Paint it Black." by the Rolling Stones. There, a young woman sat on a table raised facing the dance floor. She was simply mesmerising, with supple Mediterranean skin, high cheekbones with rounded smooth features and sparkling blue eyes. Her dark brown hair combed into a short wavy comb over. She wore a sleeveless denim jacket embellished with soviet iconography and the CBCI logo flashed large on her back, underwhich she wore a solid black tank top that emphasised her C-cup breasts. With denim jeans belted at the waist and black combat boots. Claudia knew she was the cell leader, after all she looked like a goddess. Claudia went up to the bar, ordered two glasses of a fine red wine and walked up to her table. The woman fixed her a suggestive glance as she neared the table. " It takes a bold woman, to approach the leader of the CBCI, without being deemed worthy. Luckily, I like bold beauteous women." She said, her eyes tracing Claudia's curves through her stolen outfit. "What about women bearing wine, bellisima?" The leader smiled as she took a glass from Claudia's hand, gently stroking her hand. "I like that even more. Come have a seat, una cosa piuttosto piccola." Claudia was enchanted by her local accent, as she sat down opposite her. "So sweetheart, what's your name? I haven't seen you around have I?" The leader asked her, as she slipped her wine. "Well, I will tell you mine if you tell me yours beautiful." Claudia took a careful sip of her drink, as she caressed the leaders forearm. "Playing hard to get, are we? You are simply ravishing my dear. The names Giulia Rosetti, of Napoli. And you are?" Claudia gently leaned forward, gently rubbing her leg against Giulia's who let out a soft moan of desire. "Sofia Avennici, I'am majoring in Art History but this is my first time in here." Giulia lent forwards caressing her cheek, sending tingles of pleasure through Claudia. "Well Sofia, I would ask you to dance but I want to do something more... intimate with you, say in my room right this second." Claudia's heart fluttered, sensing an opportunity to mix business with pleasure. Claudia gently leaned in, passionately kissing Giulia who returned the kiss hungrily. "Let's get to know each other a little better, bella donna." Giulia finished off her wine, then took Claudia's hand in hers leading her through the bustling crowd and upstairs.


The two women tore off each others clothes, full of carnal desire as they passionately kissed each other. A naked Claudia led Giulia, dressed only in pink lace shorts onto her bed. Claudia flipped a surprised Giulia over onto her back. "So you like being on top, Sofia. That works for me." Giulia said in-between kissing as Claudia fondled her firm breasts, gently pinching the nipples eliciting squeals of pleasure from the cell leader. Giulia gently massaged Claudia's bare breasts, sending waves of pleasure through Claudia "Yes! Giulia Yes!" Claudia cried as Giulia squeezed her nipples. Claudia laughed as she gripped the hemline of Giulia's panties, looking up at her. "Do it!" She cried as Claudia whipped off the underwear and went to work probing the folds of Giulia's labia with her tongue. The cell leader squealed "Oh! Sofia, yes!" as Claudia licked Giulia's soft womanhood, her mouth wet with her juices sending Giulia into ecstasy, arching her back in pleasure. After kissing her again, Claudia switched letting the cell leader tease her pussy with finger and tongue until she too almost orgasmed. Then they lent up, holding each others hands and started to rub each others labia's together both crying each others names in ecstasy, as they both came at the same time. Laughing they collapsed onto the bed, caressing each others naked bodies.


"You were amazing, Sofia. You were a goddess!" Giulia said as she drank from a glass of wine, while Claudia puffed on a cigarette Giulia had given her. She had also poured Claudia one, but so far Claudia hadn't touched it, after all she needed Giulia to sing. Although she felt guilty for what she was about to do. "You weren't bad yourself, babe." Claudia took a long drag from the cigarette before passing it back to Giulia, who copied her before taking a sip of wine. "You know, I was supposed to be going to a meeting tonight. But I think I will cancel, after all I have a beautiful woman in my bed." Giulia replied in a slightly drunken slur, the wine doing it's work. "You don't say, who with? Another lucky girl?" Claudia carefully weighted, as she sipped her wine taking another drag of her cigarette. Giulia took another gulp of wine. "Nope, some man. A mole within the SID no less." Claudia leaned forward, blowing out a plume of blue smoke. "This SID guy, was he kind enough to give you his name?" Giulia shook her head, then hiccuped. "No! I don't even like men. But I know he's KGB, and believes in our cause. He was going to give -hic- me details for an attack, to kick the Americans -hic- in their balls!" She said excitedly, Claudia stubbed out the cigarette and sipped her wine. "Where were you going to meet, somewhere nice I hope?" She gently caressed Giulia's breasts, as the leader began to slur her words. "Some hoity toity hotel on the beachfront. The Hotel Grande Napoli. But I'am not going, we are going to make sweet love all night, sweet Sofia." Claudia sighed, the guilt weighing down on her. "Thank you, my darling Giulia. This was wonderful, but I'am sorry about this." Before the confused drunk Giulia could frame a reply, Claudia pinched her on the vagus nerve causing Giulia to let out a moan of arousal as she fell unconscious. "There, easy my love. Go to sleep, I'am really sorry about this." Claudia said as she took Giulia's glass from her hand, gently setting it down on the bedside table before kissing her on the forehead. Then she rolled the unconscious naked woman, onto her front binding her limbs spread eagled onto the bed with towels she retrieved from the bathroom. When she was finished, Claudia got dressed in the clothes she took from the real Sofia then took out a handkerchief from the handbag, writing her real name along with the hotel and room number she was staying at. Then kissing it, she placed it on the bedside table, before kissing Giulia on her lips. "Ciao, beautiful Giulia. I hope you forgive me and maybe we can do this again sometime." Claudia said as she gently covered Giulia's naked form, with the sheet before sweeping from the room. It didn't take her long to backtrack through the bar, finding her way back to her vespa. Claudia mounted it, strapping on the helmet. For a moment she looked back towards the bar, smiling despite her guilt before driving out of the alleyway.



The Hotel Grande Napoli 16:45pm



Parking her Vespa scooter across from the hotel, Claudia took a deep breath taking in the fresh salt sea air before she dismounted and crossed the street towards the hotel, a massive five floor luxury hotel it's marble facade glinting in the afternoon sun. As she approached the front entrance, a doorman dressed in a sharp black suit, the uniform of the hotel stepped in front of her. "And just where do you think you're going, signorina ?" The man said officiously. Claudia sighed with exasperation. "Look, I need to go in. My mother's waiting for me." The doorman shook his head, standing with his hands behind his back. "And? I'am still not letting you in. This is an exclusive establishment, with the very best clientele. I'am not letting in some 68ater with poor dress sense into my hotel. We do have standards and a dress code to maintain." Claudia rolled her eyes in frustration. "I don't believe this! You officious piccolo mierde!" The doorman looked down his nose at her. "Curse at me all you want, signorina. You're still not getting in. Now leave, your blocking the customers." At that moment, a young blonde woman exited the hotel barging into Claudia's shoulder. She didn't even apologise as she walked away. Claudia appraised her, the girl was dressed in an expensive striped short sleeve black and white dress that Claudia was sure was from Prada's spring collection, with white sun hat and white framed large sunglasses. On her feet was white knee high boots. Claudia smiled, an idea formed in her mind. She turned back to the doorman. "Don't worry, I'll be back." The door man simply shrugged. "Unless you can pull a dress out of your pocket, you're not setting foot in my hotel." Claudia smiled as she turned away. "I won't need to pull it out of my pocket." She said under her breath as she followed the young woman into the alley.


Kimberley Chrysler, cut through the alley next to the hotel as she made her way towards the beachfront her mood sour. At 22, she was the daughter of New York property magnate John Chrysler and this was her first time out from the shadow of her family. She had came to Naples, to experience this "Dolce Vita" the Italians had raved about and perhaps hook up with a fine looking Italian man, but so far this was her third day and she had nothing to show for it. She was getting bored. Under her hat and sunglasses, Kimberley was a looker with smooth cheekbones, angular features and big brown eyes. As she opened her handbag to fetch a cigarette, an angry voice caused her to shoot around. "Hey you, cagna . Do you think you can just barge into me without apologising?" It was the young brunette who was trying to get into the hotel. "How dare you talk to me like that, you cheeky bitch. You were in my way." Kimberley said walking up to the girl. " And why you dressed so preposterously. I thought you Italians had better dress sense." Kimberley gripped the girl's red shirt, as the brunette merely smiled punching Kimberley in the gut knocking the wind out of her. As the girl took off Kimberley's hat, she followed through with a swift neck chop, knocking the heiress out cold. "Nice hat, blondie." Claudia said as she put on the white hat, before stripping off her clothes.



Claudia knelt by the unconscious blonde American, taking off her sunglasses putting them on herself before pulling off her boots, then she checked the dresses label. "I knew it! I knew this was a Prada dress. Well I guess this is my lucky day, not so lucky for you sweetheart. You don't deserve to wear a fabulous dress." Claudia said as she unbuttoned the dress from the rear, taking care as she peeled the dress off the blondes slim attractive body revealing a matching expensive black lace bra and lace briefs. After giving it some thought, she decided to take the expensive lingerie too. "I'am going to teach you a little lesson, blondie." Claudia unhooked the girls bra, rolling her onto her side and slipping it from her shoulders, revealing lush, well formed C-cup breasts with circular light pink slightly pointed areolas. "Not bad, but I have seen better." Claudia quipped as she thought about Giulia, as she whipped off the girls panties, revealing a small pink clit crowned with a trimmed strip of golden pubic hair and tight pert peach shaped ass. Claudia stood over the naked unconscious blonde, getting dressed in her stolen underwear and Prada dress. When she was finished, Claudia bound the Americans limbs with Sofia's underwear then gagged her with a torn strip from Sofia's shirt. "Right, let this be a lesson to you." Claudia scooped up the unconscious blonde, walking over to the dumpster, opening the lid. "Be less of a bitch and more considerate. Money doesn't make it right." Claudia tossed the naked blonde into the dumpster then dumped Sofia's clothes on top of her. "Oh and I'am keeping the dress and the underwear. To be honest with you the dress was wearing you." She closed the lid, on the blonde then looped her handbag over her shoulder walking out of the alley.



Claudia smiled as she walked towards the same doorman, who refused her entry before. He nodded as he saw her. "Welcome, signorina. And if I may say so, that is an exquisite dress." He said, as he held open the door for her. "Why thank you, I just got it myself." Claudia replied ironically as she walked passed him into the hotel lobby. Once inside she scanned the crowded lobby looking for anyone suspicious, there seated at a small table and chairs was someone she wasn't expecting to see again but whose voice she had already heard today, Giovanni Auditore her ex-lover. Claudia's mouth dropped in shock, he was the mole! Working for the god damn KGB for all things, and she had slept with him the fucking enemy. He had used her! There he sat all smug, with that goatee beard and swallow skin his briefcase by the side of his chair. Not doubt containing the orders meant for Giulia. One thing for certain, she was going to enjoy this next part. Without taking her eyes off the bastard, Claudia walked towards the public phone booths, after inserting a 5 Lira coin, she called Stanley. "Claudia? I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. Did you turn up anything?" Claudia smiled as she replied. "Good news, chief. I have eyes on the mole. It's Giovanni Auditore, of the SID. He's working for the KGB, he is behind the rise of the CBCI." Stanley took a deep breath. "Giovanni Auditore, didn't you sleep with the guy while you were liaising there?" Claudia sighed with exasperation. "Yes. Look chief, I'am standing across from him right now. I'am in the Hotel Grande Napoli, by the beachfront. He's here expecting a hand off, but I...took care of that. If you send a grab team now, we grab him and whatever information he has." Stanley took a deep breath. "Alright, well done Claudia. We can have team there in 10 minutes. I knew you were the right woman for the job." Baring him farewell, Claudia chuckled wondering what his reaction will be to the 4 surprises she left around Naples. Hanging up the phone, she seated herself across from Auditore and waited for the Calvary to arrive.


10 minutes later, a group of CIA operatives dressed in expensive suits entered the hotel lobby making a beeline straight for Auditore. "Giovanni Auditore, your shuttle to the airport as arrived." Said the lead agent, a man with a sharp grey suit. Auditore's brow furrowed. "What is the meaning of this, I ordered no shuttle?" The lead agent signaled another to grab him from from his chair as a third, a woman picked up the suitcase. "Unhand me! Don't you know who I'am? I'am SID!" He cried as the two agents led him away. "Come now sir, let's not make a scene." The second male agent said as they led him away. As the group passed them, Claudia took off her sunglasses and blew him a kiss, along with a wave. "You bitch! I will get you for this! Just you wait!" Auditore's protestants got quieter as he was lead away, a crowd of onlookers shaking their heads. "Good work agent. Now let's see what he had on him." The female agent said, as she stood beside Claudia, opening the briefcase. The eyes of the two women widened as they scanned the files. "Looks like they were going to hit the 6th fleet in Gaeta. Good thing we nipped that in the bud. Well, I better get back to the safehouse. Auditore's Interrogation will be very fun." She shook Claudia's hand, as Claudia fell into step beside her. Together they walked out of the hotel. "Tell him, Claudia says hello." The woman laughed as she got into the unmarked Fiat. As the car drove away, Giovanni shot her a hateful look. Claudia gave him her middle finger, then walked towards her Vespa. Mounting it, Claudia switched on the ignition and drove away. It was time to visit her beloved father.



The Grayson Residence Centro Commerciale Neapolis 17:45pm



"Claudia! My beautiful child so good to see you. How are you?" Hank Grayson cried as he draw Claudia into a bear hug. He was a small but genial man of 49, with short greying blonde hair, greying eyes and a rakish smile. "Papa! I'am doing fine." Claudia said returning her father's hug, kissing him on the cheek. "I just got finished work and I thought to drop by. I picked you your favourite, a fine Tuscan Red vintage 1943." She said passing him the bottle of red wine. "Your mother's favourite! We drank this at our wedding, so good you remembered, my dear. Come take a seat, I will get this open." Claudia grinned as she took a seat, opposite her father. They were on the veranda, with a good view of the harbour. "You know I have always said this but you are just like your mother. I can just picture you, in her uniform. She was so beautiful." Claudia laughed rubbed her neck, chuckling. "Oh papa, you don't say.." she wondered what her father would say, if she told him she had worn a nurses uniform recently. Hank uncorked the bottle, empting the contents into two glasses. "If I'am not mistaken, that's a Prada dress. Did the CIA finally give you that pay rise?" Her father said, sitting down taking his glass. Claudia laughed again, as she took the wine taking a sip. " Actually I just got this from a friend, she was kind enough to let me have it." Claudia's eyes sparkled as she told her father a white lie, she hated lying to him but she had to keep him safe from the particulars of her job. He took his glass of wine, smiling. " She sounds like a very good friend. Claudia. You have grown into a strong beautiful woman, like your mother. I wonder why some lucky fellow hasn't sweeped you off your feet." He asked. Claudia put down her wine, grinning. "Papa, I might start seeing someone but don't expect any grandchildren..." She replied, gently but pointedly. Hank blinked slightly but he understood her."Oh..oh I see, well good for you my dear. As your mother always said "It doesn't matter who you love, just as long as you find true love." Claudia smiled, feeling joy at her father's understanding. " There's our toast, papa." Hank raised his glass as Claudia raised hers. "Of course! To true love and La Dolce Vita!" As Claudia echoed the toast, feeling the sweet fragrant liquid pour down her throat, she wondered if when she got back to her hotel that a surprise would be waiting for her. She hoped Giulia would be there, so together they could experience their own Dolce Vita.

[esercito sconfitto]

I feel the need to add some clarifications


the tale is well composed and written and all the issues are non-existent if the story is set 15 years later, in the mid '80s...too many details are too early in 1969

nevertheless , it's not important; like I said, it's matter of details.

Many thanks for sharing this tale , Mr Stormtrooper

[Stormtrooper1990]

I feel the need to add some clarifications


the tale is well composed and written and all the issues are non-existent if the story is set 15 years later, in the mid '80s...too many details are too early in 1969

nevertheless , it's not important; like I said, it's matter of details.

Many thanks for sharing this tale , Mr Stormtrooper

You are quite welcome, esercito. It was a pleasure to write, and share this tale. I would like to thank Arc for assisting me with this concept and sharing with me a snapshot of 1960s Italy. It as really opened my eyes.


Although I'am a little curious as to what details you were referring to my friend.

[saker]

As an Italian-american and with many holidays in Naples behind me, I can tell you that this story was... straordinaria
Following Claudia Grayson-Salvatore's mission made me relive the magic of that city. Otherwise, Claudia is a very fun character and, perhaps, my favorite so far. All the USB scenes are well done and I hope we see more of her. But Claudia is practically a mentor! If she was active in the 60s/70s at the time of Harper and Anastasia she will have been retired from active service by now. Curious to see how they will get to know each other. Thanks again for your stories and Have a Merry Christmas!

[Stormtrooper1990]

As an Italian-american and with many holidays in Naples behind me, I can tell you that this story was... straordinaria
Following Claudia Grayson-Salvatore's mission made me relive the magic of that city. Otherwise, Claudia is a very fun character and, perhaps, my favorite so far. All the USB scenes are well done and I hope we see more of her. But Claudia is practically a mentor! If she was active in the 60s/70s at the time of Harper and Anastasia she will have been retired from active service by now. Curious to see how they will get to know each other. Thanks again for your stories and Have a Merry Christmas!

Hi Saker

Thank you, a very Merry Christmas to you too

I have to agree, Claudia was the most fun to write, with her sense of humour and love of fashion(of course getting freebies... ). Claudia would be 40 in 1985 and I admit it would be fun to see how she knows Caroline and interacts with Harper, as I have a story planned in Italy for the recruitment of Vittoria. But even at 40, Claudia is never to old to steal some uniforms, And also if she and Giulia did find their La Dolce Vita.


I'am glad that I was about to bring back the magic of Naples for you, and I appreciate the compliment.


Your very welcome, my friend. There will be more to come..

[jaegerhunde01]

Thanks for sharing...Budapest next I take it

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks for sharing...Budapest next I take it

Your very welcome, Jaegerhunde.

First I have to finish Anastasia's story, she as unfinished business that needs to be taken care of. Then a little Christmas story for the holidays.

Then it's on to Budapest 1956, for our next Cold War story. This one will be a much darker tale, as a merciless KGB tracker, stalks the last resistance cell in the city.

And much, much more in the new year.

So watch this space...

[rufusluciusivan]

Well, technically she followed her orders. Instead of a naked nurse, it was an underwear-clad policewoman, and then a bride who was still wearing her undershorts, stashed inside a dumpster. Of course Sofia and Kimberley were naked, but they aren't nurses. So it doesn't count. And Giulia wasn't in a dumpster. Obviously, Claudia took the instructions to heart.

I always appreciate the detail of a mugged woman having woken up, only for her mugger to send her back to sleep a little while longer...

Well, at least Vittoria has some company. I find there's always something very sexy about two women who had their clothes stolen being stashed together.

More stolen uniforms than average compared to your short stories. Though it's obviously not a complaint. (Of course I vastly prefer the parts without full-frontal nudity.) Always nice to see a more light-hearted tale in-between the more serious ones.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Well, technically she followed her orders. Instead of a naked nurse, it was an underwear-clad policewoman, and then a bride who was still wearing her undershorts, stashed inside a dumpster. Of course Sofia and Kimberley were naked, but they aren't nurses. So it doesn't count. And Giulia wasn't in a dumpster. Obviously, Claudia took the instructions to heart.

I always appreciate the detail of a mugged woman having woken up, only for her mugger to send her back to sleep a little while longer...

Well, at least Vittoria has some company. I find there's always something very sexy about two women who had their clothes stolen being stashed together.

More stolen uniforms than average compared to your short stories. Though it's obviously not a complaint. (Of course I vastly prefer the parts without full-frontal nudity.) Always nice to see a more light-hearted tale in-between the more serious ones.

That she did, although Claudia's handler will have a field day with all the bribe money and explaining he will have to do to the authorities. Although I think the real winners of the story(apart from Claudia of course.) are the binmen of Naples, who probably appreciated all the gifts she left for them. After all they need all the happiness that can get, being a public servant is a thankless job. ( just ask Vittoria.)



I'am glad you liked that scene, that scene was probably my favourite to write. I can imagine the look on Vittoria's face, when she thinks "I'am safe." Then the dread as its her mugger with some company for her. Vittoria is then sent back to sleep with Francesca...



Definitely, I think Claudia didn't want the girls to feel left out plus she's a practical joker, with a touch of the kinky. And I agree, two sexy woman bound together one in her small clothes, the other half naked. What could be better?



Yeah, four to the usual two or three. I always aim to varied when it comes the number of uniforms/clothes stolen in one story. Of course more uniforms stolen the better. (I generally prefer naked victims, since sometimes you have underwear that are part of the uniform, or in the case of historic stories. Although there is nothing with underwear clad victims, I mean I like a woman in her undies, just as much as the next person.) I like to vary my writing as much as possible, and I was talking with another board member recently about humour and light heartedness. I think it's great to mix a little humour into US stories, even if its black humour. Its always nice to have that balance between the funny and the seriousness.