Diplomatic Immunity:- A Valentina Timoshuck USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

In Valentina's second outing, she has been hired by the Central Intelligence Agency to infiltrate the US embassy in Moscow during a diplomatic function. Her mission is to assassinate defecting Russian General Dmitri Federov and steal his briefcase containing classified Russian military secrets. The Americans wish to pin the murder on the Russian state to further discredit Putin's administration. It seems like a relatively simple operation for the former special forces operative, but as she's about to find out, she's not the only one looking for the case…



The US Embassy, Bolshoy Devyatinsky Lane, Moscow, Russian Federation, Sunday 24th March 2024 20:30pm



Her old commanding officer had once told Valentina to stay the hell away from politics and during her military service she would have agreed with the man, but she couldn't ignore the $25 million dollars that the CIA had waved in her face. Besides, if she was going to kill some Russian general and discredit Putin in the process then she would have done the contract pro bono or even charged the CIA more. As a patriotic Ukrainian it galled Valentina that her countrymen were going through hell at the minute, her own family were still in the capital dodging Russian shells and drones. While Valentina wasn't in any position to fight, she often made anonymous donations to the war effort and sent money packets to her mother, father and sisters to make sure they at least got fed and clothed. Shaking the dark thoughts from her mind, Valentina crouching in the bushes by the front entrance focused on her mission.


The CIA had not seen fit to furnish her with an invitation or dress, giving her the excuse that they had to limit their involvement. But that suited Valentina just fine, as a mistress of disguise she knew there was always more than way to crash a party. From her position in the bushes, the redheaded mercenary had deduced that either the uniform of a waitress or the dress of a party guest would be the best ways to get in. There were a number of suitable young and beautiful women who made suitable candidates, practically the elite of Muscovite society had shown up for the gala but they were all in groups or pairs who would notice if any of the women were suddenly pulled into the bushes.


Then five minutes went by until a silver Mercedes convertible pulled up and two people emerged from the car; a middle aged man in a black tuxedo and a young blonde woman who was half his age, wearing an expensive short low cut little strapless black dress with matching Prada high heels and stockings covering her long divine necks, over which was a vulgar fur coat. Her neck was adorned by a silver diamond necklace with a pendant that hung just above her ample cleavage and matching dangling earrings. Looping around her slender shoulders was a small black leather Prada handbag . Ugh! Typical Russian trophy wife with such vulgar displays of wealth that could feed a whole family in Kyiv for a month. But she could be my ticket in. Parting the bush she was hiding in, Valentina got a better look at the rich spoilt little trophy wife.


She was a pretty girl with a slightly tanned square face with natural high cheekbones, big blue dove shaped eyes and strawberry blonde hair tied into a knot. She might be a little small and I doubt those breasts are even real but with a little adjustment, I could make it work. Smiling, she took out a syringe packed with 10cc’s of Midazolam, a benzodiazepine derivative that would send this little blonde to sleep for at least ten hours and had amnesiac qualities, biding her time as the couple exchanged terse words, her back to Valentina.


“What's the matter, Natasha? Don't you want to come in?” Asked oligarch Boris Badinov as his young wife of 24 years fished around for her cigarettes. “Nyet, Boris. I’am going to have a smoke first. I hate having to come to these bullshit gala's to rub shoulders with these bloody American gangsters.” Boris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come on Natasha! Why do you say such things? You know the Yankees serve the best drinks right?” The blonde made a disgusted sound as she pulled out her cigarettes and lighter. “And why do you always use these things as an excuse to get drunk, Boris? You are half my age and drink worse than my old grandfather and he died of cirrhosis!” Boris turned, throwing out an angry arm. “Well, I’am not waiting around for you, woman! Do what the fuck you like!” Stamping his foot he turned striding up the path, leaving her alone.


“Yeah go on ahead, you old drunk bastard! I don't care! It's not like you can satisfy me anyway!” Natasha yelled angry at his receding back before turning her attention to her smokes. “Oh come on…” she said, popping the white stick into her mouth and trying to light it. “...first he lets me down and now you? It's just not my ni-mmmph!” Natasha cried as a slender hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise, knocking the cigarette and lighter from her grasp. “Good evening my dear Natasha. Since you don't want to go to the party, consider this me doing you a favour…” a woman's voice whispered into her ear. Feeling a slight prick in her carotid artery, Natasha let out a muffled cry for pain as she was dragged into the bushes. The drug entering her brain, the blonde felt her blue eyes droop slumping unconscious into the arms of her attacker, letting out a low muffled sigh.


Dragging the sleeping blonde deeper into the bushes by placing both arms under her breasts, Valentina laid the rich girl onto the grass. “Now let's get you out of that dress sweetheart, and everything else. You won't be needing it.” Rubbing her hands together, the Ukrainian mercenary knelt by the stricken Nastaha first stripping off her clothes, including her white sports bra before relieving the young woman of her jewels, heels and fur coat. Rolling Natasha onto her side, Valentina unzipped her dress from the girl's slim body, peeling down from her shoulders and revealing a luscious pair of well rounded C-cup breasts with rose petal pink perky areolas, and modesty covered by an expensive pair of black lace shorts. Smiling, Valentina couldn't help but satisfy her own curiosity, fondling the blonde's breasts and pinching the nipples getting more aroused as the girl responded with low moans of pleasure. “Hmm? They are real after all. And here I was expecting them to be fake. Good on you for staying natural, babe.” Finishing her observations, Valentina carefully rolled Natasha's stockings down her legs taking care not to damage them.


Standing over the half naked body of Natasha Badinova, clad only in her black lace shorts covering her bubble butt, Valentina quickly put on the woman's dress, jewellery and hosiery even adopting her elegant knot. When she was finished, the mercenary scooped the Russians handbag finding her invitation and cigarettes. Chuckling she looped the bag over her shoulder, putting in her last two syringes and garrote before glancing down at the half naked blonde at her feet, laying on her side. “Thanks for the dress, Natasha. It actually does fit me after all. And before I go here's some free advice; you should probably consider a divorce. That asshole may be loaded but he's not right for you. Dasvidanyia.” Laughing she emerged from the bushes, making her way up the steps towards the front entrance, stolen heels clacking off the cobblestones.


The Ground Floor Lobby of the US Embassy, 20:45pm


“Thank you Miss Badinova. Please enjoy the party.” The young marine in dress blues said, flashing her a smile and handing her back the invitation. “Spaciba, I’am sure I will.” Gently brushing past the man, Valentina headed into the lobby finding the baroque interior packed with dignitaries and military officers alike who were all mingling, supping french champagne and listening to Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite. Taking a glass of champagne from a passing young waitress, a pretty little brunette in her early twenties with cute heart shaped features, round cheekbones and pretty almond shaped brown eyes, long silky brown hair tied into a long ponytail Valentina weighed up her options. I need to get to the third floor but I need a disguise that will get me through this crowd, without drawing too much attention… her eyes drew back to the pretty young waitress, who was walking towards her colleague with a now empty platter.


The girl was slim and petite, dressed like her colleagues in a red tuxedo jacket with tails, black trousers and flat pumps, underneath which was a white blouse and black clip on tie, the name tag on her left breast read ‘Katya’ in both Cyrillic and English. Valentina smiled as she weaved through the crowd, her eyes glancing at the woman's travelling buttocks. Hmm? She's definitely my size and pretty too. Her uniform should allow me to blend and weave through this crowd like a ghost and get up to the first floor mezzanine elevator. After all, nobody suspects the help. Pausing to sip her champagne, Valentina eavesdropped on Katya's conversation with an equally attractive blonde waitress.


“Sasha? These rich bastards are drinking us out of house and home. I need to go to the kitchens to fetch another bottle of champagne.” Katya Dostoevskaia sighed, placing her empty glasses on the table. Sasha chuckled as she refilled her glasses. “Tell me about it. We sure are giving the Americans a run for their money when it comes to drinking.” Smiling wanly, Katya balanced her empty tray on her right hand before sweeping down the deserted corridor to the kitchens. Behind her, Valentina left her glass on the table, stalking the unaware waitress.


First Floor Corridor to the Kitchens, 20:52pm


Taking off Natasha's heels and dumping them in an empty vase, Valentina crouched low stealthily approaching the unsuspecting Katya as she neared a side door. Straightening her right hand like a blade, the redheaded struck like a coiled viper, striking the girl on the base of her neck with a backhanded chop. Letting out a short squeak of pain, the young waitress dropped like a stone, reacting quickly Valentina caught both the falling unconscious body and the platter with superior cat-like reflexes. “ Good evening, sweet Katya. Why don't you and I get to know each other better?” Valentina kissed the unconscious waitress in the cheek, dragging her one handed under her breasts into the waiting broom cupboard.


Setting down both the unconscious body of Katya and the silver platter, Valentina stripped out of her stolen dress, jewellery and hosiery before kneeling next to the waitresses unconscious form. Taking out her syringe, the redhead rolled her eyes as she removed the girl's bow tie. “A clip on? Ugh! No one has any class anymore, ah well. Time for your extended break.” unbuttoning the girl's two top buttons of her blouse, Valentina plunged the needle into her neck emptying the sedative into her bloodstream. Katya shook briefly then slumped into a deeper sleep with a low sigh. “Now let's you naked my dear.” Chuckling, she caressed Katya's sweet face then unlaced her shoes pulling them off along with her white lace trim ankle socks.


Unfolding Katya's jacket, Valentina slipped the garment from her shoulders one arm at a time then gently lowered the unconscious brunette back onto the floor, loosening her black scrunchie and adopting her ponytail. Unbuttoning the rest of the waitresses blouse, Valentina smiled at her B-cup breasts encased by a white lace bra. “Hmm, pretty underneath as well. I’am afraid I will need to borrow your bra, Katya. I need the support you see.” She winked caressing the cups before moving onto the trousers, unzipping and working them off her hips whipping the garment down her long legs in one smooth motion. “Cute panties, little Katya. Don't worry I will let you keep those.” The Ukrainian smiled, caressing the gusset of the waitresses' matching white lace thong, protecting her modesty. “As much as how I would like to see what's under there.”


Rolling the unconscious brunette onto her side and getting a good look at her peach shaped buttocks, Valentina unclipped Katya's bra pulling it loose to review buoyant and firm slightly pointed breasts with pink puffy areolas. “You're exquisite, my dear Katya. Much better than that spoiled girl, Natalia…” she said complimenting the sleeping girl as she snapped on the bra, finding it a perfect fit, leaving Katya wearing only her thong and necklace dangling between her bare breasts. “...now may I have a feel?” Valentina smiled fondling the girls breasts, pinching the nipples, eliciting low moans from the half naked waitress. Feeling her own tits perk up under her stolen bra, Valentina stopped herself before getting carried away. “Sorry Katya, I have a mission to complete but it's been fun.” Scooping up the girl's blouse, she slipped it on and buttoned it up.


After getting dressed in Katya's uniform, Valentina took the half naked girl by her ankles dragging her over to an empty crate. “Enjoy your nap, sweet girl. Let me take your shift instead.” Scooping the waitress into her arms and kissing her forehead, the redheaded mercenary set her down into the crate tossing Natalia's coat, dress and possessions to conceal her body before closing the lid.



Scooping up the platter, Valentina smoothed the folds of Katya's uniform before sweeping from the broom cupboard. Heading towards the kitchens to fetch another bottle of champagne, all the better to maintain her cover.



The Ground Floor Lobby, 21:00pm


Playing the waitress, Valentina weaved her way through the crowd flashing a friendly smile and serving her glasses of champagne to dignitaries from across the globe, including the Chinese ambassador and his pretty assistant. A striking woman with slanted brown ears, slender features and dark brown hair knotted with sticks, and wearing a fabulous long red cheongsam with floral patterns that emphasised her athletic frame. The woman flashed Valentina a curious look, eyes darting to her name tag first then her face before smiling. Getting the distinct impression that the woman's eyes were following her, the redheaded mercenary took the stairs to the first floor mezzanine and broke line of sight when she entered the corridor for the secure lift to the upper floors. That woman. There's more to her than meets the eye, or maybe I'm just being paranoid.


First Floor Mezzanine, 21:10pm


Shaking her head, she approached a pretty female marine wearing dress blues; blue jacket with brass embossed buttons, red lining, a white leather belt across her waist, matching gloves and the rank of Lance Corporal on her sleeves, blue trousers with red piping and black smart dress shoes. Under her white cap with the USMC insignia pinned on the front, the corporal had an attractive slightly squared freckled face with narrow blue-green eyes, high cheekbones and auburn hair knotted into a tight bun at the base of her neck, a photographic access card pinned to her left breast pocket read ‘L/Cpl D. O’Neill. She's definitely my size, and her access card should get me to the offices on the 3rd floor. I just need to neutralise her and take them. Flashing her a friendly smile, Valentina approached the marine with one champagne glass balanced on the platter.


“I’m sorry ma’am…” 23 year old Lance Corporal Diana O’Neill said, holding out a warding hand to the approaching redheaded waitress, who was quite the looker. “...but access to the upper floors is restricted to embassy personnel only. I’m going to have to ask you to turn around and go back to the party.” The pretty waitress, who's name was Katya according to her name tag, winked. “Oh come now, soldier. It will be our little secret.” She purred in her Russian accented English, which was making it difficult for her to resist. The waitress took a step closer holding out the tray with a single glass of champagne. “How about a drink? Courtesy of the ambassador?” Diana glanced at the glass tempting her but at the same time could hear the voice of her CO Gunny Henderson warning her about her drinking. “Sorry ma’am but I'm on duty. So I’m going to have to ask once again to turn around.” Then the waitress did something completely unexpected; she sighed and took the champagne and downed it in one before setting it down on the small table to her left. “So that's how it's going to be, huh?”


Without warning Valentina tipped the tray flat and brought it across the marines head knocking her to the ground on her knees with a dull clang. Then before Diana could react, she wrapped her arm around the marines neck from behind in a rear sleeper putting pressure on her neck and cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Too stunned to resist, Diana let out a low gurgle of breath as she passed out in Valentina's grasp, the redheaded mercenary held the sleeper for thirty seconds to check that she wasn't feigning. “My apologies for that Corporal, it wasn't anything personal. I just need to borrow your uniform and pass.” The Ukrainian quipped, lowering the unconscious marine to the floor before tucking the tray under her shoulder and taking the woman's wrists. “I bet you now wished you had taken the champagne, eh?” Chuckling, she dragged the woman into a nearby store cupboard.


Kneeling by the unconscious marine, Valentina took out her last syringe and jabbed it into her neck. “Here, a little something for the pain my dear. You'll thank me later.” She said, pressing down the plunger and emptying the contents into Diana's bloodstream before stripping off Katya's uniform but keeping the bra. Beginning with the marines shoes, Valentina unlaced them pulling them off along with the black socks before pulling off her hat and loosening her bun copying the style. “Let's if you're wearing something racy under all that or just standard issue.” Valentina winked at the sleeping corporal as she removed the marines belt then unbuttoned her dress jacket, hoisting the woman up she slipped the jacket off her shoulders, then lowered her to the ground. “Hmm? So it's standard issue then? Not bad, it's quite sexy in its way.” Valentina grinned admiring Diana's cropped white vest with USMC stenciled large in black letters, across the generous swell of C-cup breasts, nipples peeking underneath the thin fabric. “And you work out as well, I like a girl who can take care of herself. ” she noted the Corporal's toned athletic abs and subtle muscle definition as she pulled off the woman's trousers, exposing a pair of solid black hipster shorts protecting her intimacy.


Once she had finished getting dressed in the marines uniform, putting her wire garrote in the right jacket pocket and pulling on the gloves, Valentina took Diana's scantily clad body by the ankles dragging her around to a row of boxes, concealing her behind them and folding Katya's uniform by her feet. “Sweet dreams corporal. Thanks for the uniform but honestly our dress uniforms are way better than yours, farewell.” Kissing the redheaded unconscious marine on her cheek, Valentina pinned her access card on the left breast then switched off the light before slipping through the door.



Swiping the access card on the scanner, Valentina breathed a sigh of relief as the reader blinked green, opening the doors of the elevator. Walking through she pressed the second floor and took a deep breath steeling herself.



The US Embassy, Second Floor, 21:17pm


Valentina walked the corridor, her footsteps ringing off the marble as she figured out her next move. The CIA had been insufferably vague when it came to just where she would find the defecting General Federov, telling that while the gala was a cover for his defection they didn't exactly know where he would be. Valentina sighed. It doesn't matter, I have completed contracts with less information. Just like that time in Vancouver, an opportunity always presents itself. Not five minutes later, the sound of footsteps from further down the corridor drew her attention. Pretending to stand guard by a stateroom door, Valentina saw two male marines in dress blues come around the corner in deep conversation.


“We've put the VIP in the ambassador's office. Orders are to keep him in there, until Ambassador Vance is finished with this party. And not to disturb the ‘guest’.” Said a broad shouldered chisel faced marine sergeant as they approached Valentina’s position, the men touching their caps in salute as they passed her. The Ukrainian mercenary returned the gesture, as the second guy, a smaller corporal with closely cropped brown hair smiled. “ Well he's in for a long wait, sergeant. You know how much he likes these shindigs, we're looking at midnight at the very least.” The sergeant chuckled. “Ain't that the goddamn truth. Come on Buckley, I need to win my dignity back after you cleaned me out in our last poker game.” The two man laughed as they rounded the corner.


Hearing all she needed to hear, Valentina scanned the nearby evacuation plan finding the location of the ambassador's office. “Good, it's on this floor. How fortuitous…” committing the route to her photographic memory, the redheaded mercenary smiled navigating the corridors until she found the double wooden doors leading to her target.


The Offices of the US Ambassador, 21:26pm


With the only sign of human life being a young pretty brunette maid who was further down the corridor busying herself with dusting the paintings that lined the wall, Valentina knelt by the doors, peeking through the keyhole and taking out her garrote. There sat with his back to Valentina was Russian General Dmitri Federov, an elderly man with balding grey hair underneath his wide peaked cap, watery blue eyes and top lip decorated with a moustache. His aluminium briefcase sitting by the chair leg. There's no way I can simply sneak in there and kill the man, he will hear the door opening. I need a different approach.” Hiding her garrote behind her back, Valentina opened the door and walked on through.



General Dmitri Federov spun around in his chair nervously as she entered. “Yes? What do you want? Is the ambassador ready to see me? I already told you it is most urgent that I speak with him at once!” He said hand subconsciously reaching for his briefcase, Valentina carefully approached him shaking her head. “I'm sorry General, but he's occupied with the gala at present.” She replied mimicking Lance Corporal O’Neill's accent. “But he sent me to see if you needed anything.” The russian sighed irritably, turning back around. “Well that's very kind of him, but you can tell his excellency that I’m not impressed by your American ‘hospitality’. Now leave me, Corporal.” The man waved her off with a dismissive hand. Sensing her opportunity, Valentina took out her wire garrote flexing it.



Valentina quickly looped her wire over the man's head, pulling tightly. Federov’s hands instinctively shot up in a desperate effort to save himself as he choked. “My apologies, general. It isn't anything personal but my employer would rather cut out the middle man, so to speak.” The general's eyes widened as she whispered into his ear in russian. “I promise I will make this quick.” Pulling tightly on the wire, Valentina heard the telltale sound of Federov's hyoid bone breaking his throat crushed by her aluminium fibre wire, a gurgle escaping his dying lips.



Unlooping her wire from around the dead man's throat, Valentina respectfully closed his cold dead eyes, tilted his head forward and tucked his hands into his lap. To any passerby it would seem the old man was sleeping. “Rest in peace, general.” She said pocketing her wire and picking up the briefcase. The sound of the doors opening behind her, made the redheaded mercenary spin around in surprise. There standing before her was the pretty assistant to the Chinese ambassador, and she was holding a suppressed QSZ-11 compact pistol, pointing it straight at Valentina's chest.


“I thought you were a waitress?” She asked with a smirk on her face, gesturing to the mercenary to raise her hands. “Nah, I've always been a sucker for a girl in uniform.” Valentina winked looking for an opening. “You westerners and your sense of humour? It will be the death of you. I suppose I should thank you, by taking care of the guard you cleared the way.” Valentina knew that her best strategy was to get close and keep the woman distracted with small talk. “If I was to guess, you're Chinese intelligence. But how did you get up here, without being seen?” The Chinese agent smiled smugly. “Good guess. Actually I was going to take out that pretty waitress and steal her clothes myself, but you beat me to it. So I had to fall back on what is that quaint western phrase? Ah, ‘diplomatic immunity’. Now slide me the case or I will kill you slowly.”


Instead Valentina took a step forward. “So your plan was to what? Kill Federov and acquire the case, discrediting both Russia and the USA in one fell swoop? It's not a bad plan actually.” She said appealing to the woman's vanity. To her surprise, the Chinese agent took the bait. “Thank you, but I have to give you credit for taking care of Federov, most impressive. From one professional to another; Who are you working for? Your accent isn't Russian and you're definitely not American.”


Valentina smiled, she had the woman right where she wanted her. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Well if you must know then I'm loyal to whoever pays me.” The Chinese agent sighed, taking her eyes off of the Ukrainian for just a second. “A mercenary? Ugh! Just when I was starting to respect you. Mercenaries have no hon-ugh!!” Reacting fast the redheaded mercenary threw the briefcase into her face, making her flinch and firing off a panicky shot into Federov's chair. Grabbing the woman's hand, Valentina held the gun off to the left, ejecting the 8 round magazine before pulling off the slide and throwing it to the wooden floor. She then twisted the agents wrist making her squeal in pain dropping the disassembled gun.


In retaliation the woman pushed Valentina off her and sent the redhead careening backwards into the ambassador's desk, sending her hat flying off into the corner and the top two buttons of her stolen jacket popping loose. The Chinese woman dropped into a fighting stance, tearing her dress to free up her right leg. “I’m going to enjoy this, you fucking barbarian!” She snarled, advancing and launching a fast roundhouse kick to her head, Valentina ducked quickly launching a counterattacking jab aimed straight for the agent's intimate area, covered by a red lace g-string thong. The Chinese woman let out a roar of pain, clutching her sex she dropped to her knees the wind knocked out of her. Valentina smiled at the stricken woman raising her hand like a blade. “Well, you said it. We mercenaries are so dishonourable.” Laughing, she chopped the agent on the right hand side of her neck, sending the woman crashing to the floor unconscious with a pained squeak, lying on side by Federov's feet.


Panting from the exhilaration of the fight, Valentina looked down at her ruined uniform. “Dammit…” she sighed “....there's no way I can walk out like this.” She then glanced at the fallen Chinese agent, eyeing her dress longingly. “And your dress won't do either. Looks like I need a change of clothes. But first things first…” walking over to the red curtains, Valentina tore off cloth from the drapes using them to bind and gag the unconscious Chinese woman before dragging her around the desk by her ankles and stashing her underneath. “Better luck next time, my dear.” She quipped, tapping the attractive agent on her cheek. As she rose from behind the desk, Valentina froze, noticing the shadows of tiny feet from behind the door. Creeping silently towards the door the redhead took up ambush position to the right, ready to greet the new arrival. I hope it's a woman with a new outfit or else things are going to get dicey…


5 minutes earlier


22 year old embassy maid Tanya Raskolnikova whistled the Russian national anthem as she dusted an old porcelain vase near the door to the ambassador's office. She was a strikingly beautiful example of Russian youth; with classical diamond shaped features, slender cheekbones and big pretty blue eyes, her light chestnut brown hair braided into pigtails, that dangled on her shoulders. Her slim lithe frame hugged by her black short sleeve uniform dress, with white lace collar and cuffs, a matching apron tied around her waist, and white laced plimsolls.


Then the sound of a commotion coming from the ambassador's office drew her attention. Putting down her duster, Tanya walked nervously towards the door. The sounds of banging and grunting coming from beyond set her on edge. Setting her ear on the door, the young maid then heard a sudden violent impact followed by a woman's cry then nothing. Taking a look up and down the corridor, she could see no marine guards. They must be all at the party. No, I must investigate myself, before I fetch them. Maybe the ambassador needs help. Her natural concern and kindness towards others, overriding her common sense, Tanya placed one hand on the door and opened it.


The Present


“Hello? Is anyone there?” Tanya asked in a quiet nervous voice as she entered the room. Her brow furrowed at the slumped figure of a russian general in the chair in front of the ambassadors askew. “Sir? Is everything alright? I heard sh-mmmph!” Suddenly before she could react, the door behind her was kicked shut and a slender hand clamped over her mouth. Her screams muffled, Tanya was yanked to the side of the door.


“Shh, my dear. It's good that you happened along when you did, I needed a change of clothes.” Valentina whispered into the struggling girl's ears, grasping her throat with her other hand. “…And you're just my size, little maid. Now, off to sleep to go.” Using her thumb and index finger, the mercenary pinched the brunette maid’s vagus nerve. The girl let out a short cute squeak of pain tinged with arousal, before she slumped unconscious into Valentina's grip. Arms dangling uselessly by her sides.


Still aroused by rendering the cute Russian maid unconscious, Valentina dragged the sleeping girl towards the ambassador's desk draping her over on her front. “Now let's get you out of those clothes, sweetheart. You have no further need for them.” Ignoring the muffled cries of the Chinese agent under the desk, the redheaded mercenary first untied the apron whipping it from the maids slender waist then unbraided Tanya's hair copying her pigtails. Unzipping the maids dress from rear, Valentina peeled the garment from her slim petite body revealing the pastel pink with lace trim bra and panty set underneath. “Cute undies, my dear. Not really my colour, I'm a tomboy you see but it looks great on you. By the way…” she gently caressed the unconscious girl's soft plum shaped ass through her bikini cut panties, the brunette moaning gently in her sleep. “...you've got a sweet ass.” Bending down she unlaced Tanya's plimsolls, slipping them off her feet.


After stripping off her ruined marine uniform, Valentina got dressed in the maid’s uniform finding the plimsolls a size too small but there wasn't anything she could do about that. “Now I just need to get you secured.” She said to the still sleeping maid clad only in her pink underwear. Hearing the muffled cries of the Chinese agent under the desk, gave her an idea. She snapped her fingers. “Be right back, sweetie. Just to say goodbye to an old friend.


Walking around the ambassador's desk, Valentina knelt, flashing a wink at the Chinese agent who gave her a look of daggers in return. “Don’t look at me like that. I can't help it if I’m better than you. Besides, I need something from you.” She said looking at the woman's torn cheongsam. The agent reared back in panic as Valentina reached out for her vagus nerve, pinching the soft flesh of her neck. The Chinese girl let out a muffled aroused grunt, passing out once again. Not wasting time, the mercenary tore strips from the agent's dress exposing her g-string thong and belly wrap.


As she returned to Tanya, Valentina found the maid stirring draped over the desk. “What the hell happened…?” She slurred trying to pick herself up. “Not so fast cutie.” Reacting quickly, she snaked her arm around the maid's throat and placed her hand on the back of her head pushing gently forwards. Letting out a strangled gurgle, the underwear clad maid went limp once more. “There's a good girl, little maid.” She quipped, lowering Tanya gently back onto the desk, caressing her cheek before binding the girl's wrists and ankles then silencing her with a gag.


Pulling up the sleeping maid under her shoulders, Valentina dragged the girl around the desk, stashing her next to the Chinese agent, her head resting on her shoulder. Admiring her handiwork, Valentina walked over to the General's briefcase picking it up and took out her burner phone. ‘Target eliminated and package secured. VT.’ She texted the CIA number and soon got a reply. ‘Excellent work. Dead drop Moscow Zoo in one hour, then you'll have your payment.’ Putting the phone into the stolen apron, Valentina slipped through the door leaving the chaos of the ambassador's office behind.


21:35pm


Using her photographic memory, Valentina made her way to the emergency stairwell taking the stairs two at a time until she came out of the lobby. Weaving her way through the crowd, Valentina passed a very drunk Boris Badinov making passes at Sasha the waitress, obviously not caring that his wife was even missing. While Sasha was patting away the man's grasping hand, she was giving a description of Katya, her friend to the two marine guards from the 2nd floor. Then their earpieces crackled. “What the hell?!” The sergeant cried. “What do mean O’Neill is missing from her post!? First a waitress goes missing and now one of my marines?!” Grinning as the two men ran past her up the staircase to the mezzanine, Valentina slipped past them all, no one passing her even a glance in her maids uniform. Backtracking towards the service door in the kitchens, the Ukrainian left through a service door disappearing like a ghost into the Russian night.

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I do marvel at how quickly you can put together a great story. Your last story was only posted a few days ago and then this wonderful story gets posted. So many perfect scenes.

First off, the Katya scene was such a perfect uniform steal scene. First off, she sounds super cute. And love the idea of the already disguised Valentina sizing her up and coming up with a plan to take out and steal her uniform. Then the wonderful scene of Valentina sneaking up behind Katya while she remains oblivious and is just going about her business. Then the skilled Valentina hits the pretty, unsuspecting brunette in just the right spot with just the right force to knock her out. And love the picture Valentina catching both Katya and the tray. So perfect! And I do love the description "Letting out a short squeak of pain, the young waitress dropped like a stone".

And we also get the scene of Valentina caressing Katya's breasts and Katya getting aroused in her sleep. We also get the wonderful concept of using the sedative to keep the woman asleep. Love the description of Katya's reaction to the injection " Katya shook briefly then slumped into a deeper sleep with a low sigh."

Just a very overall sexy scene.

I of course also really loved the scene with Tanya. Yet again she sounds like a really pretty girl. I love the idea of her cautiously coming in to investigate and sealing her own fate. And love the fact the skilled Valentina knows the Vagus Nerve Pinch. Great description "Using her thumb and index finger, the mercenary pinched the brunette maid’s vagus nerve. The girl let out a short cute squeak of pain tinged with arousal, before she slumped unconscious into Valentina's grip. Arms dangling uselessly by her sides." I do like the idea that Tanya got a little aroused.

And again we get a nice scene of Valentina having some fun with her victim and the woman getting aroused in her sleep when Valentina massages Tanya's ass. And we get the great scene of Tanya starting to wake up and Valentina putting her back to sleep with the wonderful comment “There's a good girl, little maid.” And we get the great image of Tanya being laid next to the unconscious agent with head against her shoulder.

Another wonderful scene!

Thanks for another great post.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I do marvel at how quickly you can put together a great story. Your last story was only posted a few days ago and then this wonderful story gets posted. So many perfect scenes.

First off, the Katya scene was such a perfect uniform steal scene. First off, she sounds super cute. And love the idea of the already disguised Valentina sizing her up and coming up with a plan to take out and steal her uniform. Then the wonderful scene of Valentina sneaking up behind Katya while she remains oblivious and is just going about her business. Then the skilled Valentina hits the pretty, unsuspecting brunette in just the right spot with just the right force to knock her out. And love the picture Valentina catching both Katya and the tray. So perfect! And I do love the description "Letting out a short squeak of pain, the young waitress dropped like a stone".

And we also get the scene of Valentina caressing Katya's breasts and Katya getting aroused in her sleep. We also get the wonderful concept of using the sedative to keep the woman asleep. Love the description of Katya's reaction to the injection " Katya shook briefly then slumped into a deeper sleep with a low sigh."

Just a very overall sexy scene.

I of course also really loved the scene with Tanya. Yet again she sounds like a really pretty girl. I love the idea of her cautiously coming in to investigate and sealing her own fate. And love the fact the skilled Valentina knows the Vagus Nerve Pinch. Great description "Using her thumb and index finger, the mercenary pinched the brunette maid’s vagus nerve. The girl let out a short cute squeak of pain tinged with arousal, before she slumped unconscious into Valentina's grip. Arms dangling uselessly by her sides." I do like the idea that Tanya got a little aroused.

And again we get a nice scene of Valentina having some fun with her victim and the woman getting aroused in her sleep when Valentina massages Tanya's ass. And we get the great scene of Tanya starting to wake up and Valentina putting her back to sleep with the wonderful comment “There's a good girl, little maid.” And we get the great image of Tanya being laid next to the unconscious agent with head against her shoulder.

Another wonderful scene!

Thanks for another great post.

Thanks meditions, I'am glad you enjoyed the story. Indeed, tonight I will start work on the last Wolfenstein story set in WW2, which will lead onto a entirely new series, a collaboration between myself and hshws.


Yeah, I based Katya on a reference I found while searching the Internet and thought when I saw this cutie, I just had to immortalise her in this story. Indeed, this scene with the build up was based on the iconic Debbie the waitress scene from Alias, except this features how I would have preferred Sydney knocking Debbie out. It's a testament to how skilled Valentina is; hitting that sweetspot on Katya's neck to render her quickly unconscious and then deftly catching both her and the tray.


You know how much I love my infiltrators to mix a little business with pleasure and you have to say Valentina was enchanted by the young waitress. Plus, I love the sedation concept myself, it allows the infiltrator to manage the woman's body without the need to tie her up and to take the time to enjoy her without risking her waking up.


I thought to myself while I was writing this scene; why have one brunette hottie when you can have two? So Tanya was born. Honestly I don't know which one I preferred but I loved writing the build up and eventual takeout. We even she Valentina noticing Tanya before their fateful meeting. This is another concept I enjoy, the 'curiosity kills the cat' trope, we see Tanya weighing up curiosity with common sense and fortunately like so many people, little Tanya decides to investigate. Unaware of what's about to happen to her. So between the Katya takeout and this one, I would pick this one since I love my nerve pinches.


I have to admit, like us Valentina loves her cute brunettes and I couldn't resist writing in the cheeky butt massage, with the sweet Tanya clearly enjoying it. To me there's nothing as sexy as a uniform thief putting her victim back to sleep, especially when she's either naked or stripped down. And you can picture the look of confusion on the ambassadors face when he discovers one dead Russian General and two very cute but naked women stuffed under his desk, Tanya's head resting on the agents shoulder.


Your quite welcome my friend, it's always a pleasure!

[meditions142]

I thought to myself while I was writing this scene; why have one brunette hottie when you can have two?

Tayna and Katya were indeed great. Both pretty young brunettes doing ordinary jobs. Neither woman would ever imagine what would happen.

And I did love that Valentina decided to take Tayna's bra. And that Tayna had wonderful B-Cups. Love too the description "leaving Katya wearing only her thong and necklace dangling between her bare breasts." Very, very sexy.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I thought to myself while I was writing this scene; why have one brunette hottie when you can have two?

Tayna and Katya were indeed great. Both pretty young brunettes doing ordinary jobs. Neither woman would ever imagine what would happen.

And I did love that Valentina decided to take Tayna's bra. And that Tayna had wonderful B-Cups. Love too the description "leaving Katya wearing only her thong and necklace dangling between her bare breasts." Very, very sexy.

Thanks, I'am glad you like them. You can quite easily picture Katya being a student, probably doing the waitress gig part time to keep herself in university. While Tanya worked full time at the embassy as a maid. Both of them represent our favourite kind of victim; the cute girl next door type who's doing a 9-5 job, unaware that this particular night isn't going to be like most other nights. Just ordinary girls being taken out by a much skilled operator in the form of Valentina.


Yeah, seeing how Natasha decided to go braless and Valentina had to in order to make the disguise work. I thought it would be a very sexy touch for our heroine to have that support once she had stripped Katya, at the waitresses expense of course. Plus, you know me my friend I love my girls with anything between an A and a C-cup. Overall, I'am pleased with how this scene turned out and glad you found it as extremely sexy as I did writing it.

[meditions142]

Thanks, I'am glad you like them. You can quite easily picture Katya being a student, probably doing the waitress gig part time to keep herself in university. While Tanya worked full time at the embassy as a maid. Both of them represent our favourite kind of victim; the cute girl next door type who's doing a 9-5 job, unaware that this particular night isn't going to be like most other nights. Just ordinary girls being taken out by a much skilled operator in the form of Valentina.

I do think that is what makes the scene so very exciting. You see pretty young Katya just going about her business completely oblivious to the person coming up right behind her. She has not idea she is not alone until she feels the sharp pain in her neck from Valentina's perfectly delivered chop. Then, as you say she can only "Let out a short squeak of pain" before she drops unconscious.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks, I'am glad you like them. You can quite easily picture Katya being a student, probably doing the waitress gig part time to keep herself in university. While Tanya worked full time at the embassy as a maid. Both of them represent our favourite kind of victim; the cute girl next door type who's doing a 9-5 job, unaware that this particular night isn't going to be like most other nights. Just ordinary girls being taken out by a much skilled operator in the form of Valentina.

I do think that is what makes the scene so very exciting. You see pretty young Katya just going about her business completely oblivious to the person coming up right behind her. She has not idea she is not alone until she feels the sharp pain in her neck from Valentina's perfectly delivered chop. Then, as you say she can only "Let out a short squeak of pain" before she drops unconscious.

Indeed, Katya most likely got the job through her company WhatsApp and turns up at the embassy, puts on her fancy uniform completely unaware that tonight is not going to be just another job.

Like a good waitress she goes about her business, unaware that not one but two women have their eyes on her and desire her uniform. Luckily for her, it's the merciful Valentina that reaches her first and after a quick chop followed by a sedation, she's stripped down to her sexy thong but lives to serve another day.


It does make you wonder, what would have been the result had the Chinese agent got to her first?

[meditions142]

Like a good waitress she goes about her business, unaware that not one but two women have their eyes on her and desire her uniform. Luckily for her, it's the merciful Valentina that reaches her first and after a quick chop followed by a sedation, she's stripped down to her sexy thong but lives to serve another day.


It does make you wonder, what would have been the result had the Chinese agent got to her first?

Indeed, you are correct. The Chinese agent did make the comment "Actually I was going to take out that pretty waitress and steal her clothes myself, but you beat me to it."

That really does add an interesting aspect to it. As Katya was going about her business she was totally unaware two different women were sizing her up and thinking of ways to take her out.

It is intriguing to know what the Chinese agent would have done. My thinking is it would have been far less non-lethal. Perhaps a quick snap of the neck.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Like a good waitress she goes about her business, unaware that not one but two women have their eyes on her and desire her uniform. Luckily for her, it's the merciful Valentina that reaches her first and after a quick chop followed by a sedation, she's stripped down to her sexy thong but lives to serve another day.


It does make you wonder, what would have been the result had the Chinese agent got to her first?

Indeed, you are correct. The Chinese agent did make the comment "Actually I was going to take out that pretty waitress and steal her clothes myself, but you beat me to it."

That really does add an interesting aspect to it. As Katya was going about her business she was totally unaware two different women were sizing her up and thinking of ways to take her out.

It is intriguing to know what the Chinese agent would have done. My thinking is it would have been far less non-lethal. Perhaps a quick snap of the neck.

Indeed, while Valentina was checking out Katya for both her uniform and for the appreciation of a fellow female ( and a pretty one at that); the Chinese agent was thinking of ways to take her out swiftly and quietly, in a nice secluded spot and take the uniform for herself.


You would have been correct my friend, the chinese agent is a ruthless operator and would have snapped poor Katya's neck without so much as a second thought. And I daresay that she would have had ways to have the poor girls body smuggled out so that no one was any the wiser.

[meditions142]

You would have been correct my friend, the chinese agent is a ruthless operator and would have snapped poor Katya's neck without so much as a second thought. And I daresay that she would have had ways to have the poor girls body smuggled out so that no one was any the wiser.

Indeed, and had things gone differently pretty little Tanya probably would have ended up with a more than a pinch on her neck I would bet.