Cold War Stories:- Two Minutes to Midnight
Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2024 7:43 pm
The next of my Cold War Stories takes us to 1962. It is the height of the cold war and the Soviet Union is deploying some of its long range nuclear missiles on the island of Cuba in response to US strategic deployments in Turkey. US President Kennedy needs more information to ascertain the nature of the threat and to decide the most appropriate response that could well avert World War Three. However due to the mounting tension between the USSR her allies and the USA, Kennedy has been advised by his cabinet that any overt aerial reconnaissance could well only inflame tensions. Luckily, CIA Director John A. McCone has suggested a cunning alternative. Enter Cuban-American agent Carmen Aguilar, who has been trained in the arts of disguise and infiltration in her first mission for her country in what could be the most important mission of the 20th century. This is her story...
The White House, Washington D.C, Wednesday 21st October 1962 18:00pm
Sitting across from the oval office, 25 year old Carmen Aguilar waited for the president's summons. She was an attractive latina with tanned heart shaped features, high prominent cheekbones and bright hazel almond shaped eyes framed by shoulder length jet black hair. Carmen's parents had feld their native Cuba following Castro's revolution to overthrow Batista's regime of which Carmen's father was an highly placed colonel in the military. Settling in Miami with their relatives the Aguilar's become heavily involved with the CIA's efforts to overthrow Castro. Both she and her brother, Miguel had joined the CIA's Special Operations Group but tradegy struck when Miguel was killed during the failed Bay of Pigs invasion a year ago, leaving the Aguilar's heartbroken but more determined then ever to see their country free. Carmen saw herself as more American than Cuban and fully committed to her training, relishing the chance to use her skills to serve her adopted nation while working to liberate Cuba. "Excuse me ma'am?" A young female voice shook her from her thoughts, she looked up to see a young attractive blonde secretary flashing her a smile, her head peeking from behind the door to the oval office. "The President and Secretary of Defense will see you now." Smoothing out her skirt, Carmen rose from the sofa smiling back as the woman opened the door to admit her.
She was greeted by the imposing site of President Kennedy who was sitting at the resolute desk, the man flashed her a warm smile as he rose from his desk to greet her, sat opposite him was the unmistakeable bespectacled profile of Robert McNamara, the Secretary of Defense. "Ms Aguilar? A pleasure to meet you at long last." President Kennedy said shaking her hand with a firm grip. "Director McCone spoke highly of you and your abilities. Abilities your country needs in this desperate hour." Carmen returned the gesture in awe of the man. "He his too kind, Mr President. I only wish to serve my adopted home." Next to him Secretary McNamara also took her hand. "And modest too. You're just what we need, Ms Aguilar." President Kennedy released his hand gesturing to the desk in front of him. "Come, let's discuss your assignment. We cannot tarry while the world is at stake." Once the group had taken their seats, the president handed Carmen a thick dossier which she started to flick through.
"As you are no doubt aware, Ms Aguilar. The tension between us, the USSR and Castro is on a knife edge. Following our deployment of missiles in Turkey, Khrushchev as struck a deal with Castro to deploy Soviet nuclear missiles in Cuba. What you see there is the latest photographs from the U2 spy planes we sent over a few days ago. Unfortunately, we cannot getting closer without risk of provoking a war." Carmen nodded as she poured over the photographs of the North East coast of Cuba. Next to speak was McNamara who started by cleaning his glasses. "Which is were you come in, since boots on the ground shouldn't provoke a nuclear response. Your assignment is to infiltrate the northern coast via the submarine USS Chicago and to make your way to the jungle near the town of Sagua de Tanamo where these pictures were taken and surveil the location. Once you have the photographs, make your way to Guatamano Bay for debrief and extraction. Just quote 'Watchman' to the base commander and he should get you whatever you need. Any questions?" Putting down the dossier, Carmen crossed her legs leaning forwards. "Yes. What are the rules of engagement? Is lethal force authorised?" Sharing a glance with the Secdef, Kennedy lent over his desk holding his hands. "Negative. I would prefer you didn't leave a trail of corpses, civilian or otherwise that could well give Castro an excuse to accuse the US of spying and call on the Soviets to intervene. Of course we shall leave it to your discretion the specifics on how you complete your mission, Ms Aguilar. I trust that isn't a problem?" Carmen shook her head. "No, sir. I prefer to keep things clean and use my discretion whenever possible." Kennedy and the SecDef flashed smiles. "That's good to hear. Anything else?" Asked McNamara.
"Nothing more, sir. I think I have everything I need." Rising from her chair, she shook the hands of both men before turning to leave. "And Ms Aguilar..." The sound of the President voice made her turn. "...good uck and godspeed, there is a car outside that will take you direct to Norfolk. Whatever you do, don't get caught." Carmen with one hand on the oval office door smiled. "Forgive the insubordination Mr President, but they will never see me coming." Flashing a quick salute to the commander in chief, she left the room.
3km off the Coast of Northeast Cuba, Carribbean Sea, Thursday 22nd October 1962. 10:30am
Now dressed only in a black wetsuit and swimming rapidly to the beach, CIA agent Carmen Aguilar reviewed her mission, feeling a odd sense of pleasure at seeing her beloved Cuba's coastline. Having been fired from the torpedo tube from the USS Chicago armed only with a waterproof spy camera and a first aid kit, her first order of business was to find something suitable to walk in other than a CIA issue wetsuit, along with some transportation. Lucky being a Cuban Carmen knew that her people love nothing more then to sunbathe, preferably alone especially on a beautiful day like today. Hopefully, I will find a girl my size and take her bikini. While not much of a disguise, it should be suitable until I get to the missile base. Surfacing like a shark, and keeping her eyes above the water Carmen scanned the beach looking for a suitable mark.
After five minutes, Carmen's patience was rewarded as an attractive young latina clutching a beach mat walked onto the beach wearing nothing but a red and white polka dot bikini and matching sandals, that showed off her trimmed athletic petite body that made Carmen's tits perk up. Carmen herself was not picky she was attracted to both men and other women, having shared a bed with both at one time or another but generally preferring a woman's touch. She knew a looker when she saw one and this girl was just that; she had a pretty rounded face with slender cheekbones and big brown eyes framed by a curtain of long brown hair, covered by large sunglasses . Behind her was a old 1950's Ford pick up truck idling. Watching as the girl laid her pert peach shaped ass on the mat, Carmen smiled. She's my size alright and she has a pick up too, that should get me through the jungle to Sagua de Tanamo no problem. Besides red was always my colour. Diving once again, Carmen swam to a rocky outcropping to the right of the sunbather. After surfacing, she stripped off the aqualung and wetsuit stashing them behind a rock before creeping silently, naked upon the unsuspecting girl.
Feeling the warm embrace of the Carribbean sun kiss her skin, 22 year old waitress Maria Sanchez let out a contented sigh. It's a shame Eduardo couldn't join me but he is pulling double shifts at the military base, keeping us safe from the capitalist Americans. I'am so proud of him. Perhaps I should join the militia and spend more time with him. But if I did that then I wouldn't have time to enjoy the sun. Suddenly, she felt a slender hand clamp over her mouth muffling her cries and pinning her to her beach mat. Opening her eyes, Maria was shocked to see a beautiful naked woman straddling her smiling. "Shh! It's nothing personal, chica. But I like your swimsuit." Eyes widening in shock, the terrified girl was powerless to resist as her attacker gripped her throat, pinching both sides of her pretty little neck. Despite letting out a brief squeak of pain, Maria also felt a curious sense of arousal and slumped unconscious with a low aroused muffled rattle arms falling limply by her side, having achieved a mini orgasm the sudden violent assault of her nervous system and subsequent domination proving too much for her.
"Well, it looks like someone was feeling a little horny, chica." Carmen said caressing the unconscious girls cheek before planting a kiss on her warm slack lips, probing the inside of her mouth with her tongue. "You taste sweet too. Time to get you out of that bikini, sweetheart. I have a need for it." After putting on the girls sunglasses, Carmen unlaced her bikini top and bottoms admiring the youths buoyant C-cup breasts with perky circular dark pink areolas and small clean shaven womanhood. "Wow, chica. You have certainly taken care of your body, if I had more time then perhaps I could have gotten to know you a little better. But unfortunately, time is of the essence." Carmen said to the unconscious naked girl beneath her, as her laced up the stolen bikini before taking her sandals.
When she was finished getting dressed, Carmen took the unconscious naked girl by her ankles dragging her behind the rocks before taking out a sedative from the first aid bag. "Here's a little something to help you sleep, chica." She smiled flicking the syringe before plunging it into the girls buttocks. Leaving the young woman sprawled naked on the sand, Carmen tied her wetsuit to her aqualung sinking both in the blue of the Carribbean Sea then walked back to the girls beach mat and straw bag, finding her driving licence and car keys. "Maria Sanchez, 22, looks like I'am you for a bit." Putting it back along with two extra syringes full of sedatives before looping the bag around her shoulder and rolling up the mat. Getting in the truck, the young agent turned on the ignition reversing out onto the main road. "Next stop Sagua de Tanamo." She said putting the truck into gear and following the signs.
Perimeter of Sagua de Tanamo Missile Base, 11:00am
Once she had reached the location of the missile base, Carmen dumped the truck at the side of the road and proceeded on foot towards the base perimeter still wearing Maria's bikini. Using the jungle foliage as cover, she creeped forward contemplating the second phase of the operation. I need a new disguise, they aren't going to let in a pretty girl dressed in a bikini no matter how much skin I show. No I need a uniform from a militia woman... The sound of scraping flint from her left drew her attention, turning she smiled at what she saw. If it's one thing I like about communism it makes things more inclusive for women and that gives me plenty of opportunities...
It was a young pretty miltiawoman leaning against her Willy's jeep with radio and AK-47 stashed in the back, she was far too distracted with trying to light her cigarette instead of watching the perimeter. The girl was a pretty little thing with slightly squared tanned features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes her jet black hair tied into a short ponytail under her olive green jungle cap. That matched her tunic and combat trousers with black leather laced combat boots over which was soviet issue combat webbing and a hint of a green vest underneath. Hmm? She might be a little small but I can make the disguise work, that's the best thing about military uniforms; one size fits all. Keeping low and slow, Carmen moved quickly towards the distracted sentry out from the jungle.
Private Manuela Lopez cursed the stupid soviet matches their Soviet instructors had given them. Hija la puta! Damn these flimsy soviet sticks! What was wrong with the American shafts? They may be bloodsucking capitalists but they make decent matches. Well, at last we still make decent cigarettes... "Hey chica? Need a light?" Manuela looked up to see a pretty young woman dressed only in a bikini but before she could issue a warning, the girl swiftly punched Manuela in her gut causing her to double in pain knocking the wind out of her. Then she let out a cute grunt of pain as the bikini girl finished her off with a swift neck chop. Finally knowing only black, the last feeling Manuela felt before losing consciousness was the jungle floor rushing to meet her.
Kneeling beside the unconscious sentry, Carmen took off the woman's cap putting it on before stripping off her stolen bikini then rolling the girl onto her back. After unlacing the soldiers boots slipping them from her small feet, Carmen unclipped the combat webbing looping it over the soldiers head then unbuttoned her tunic pulling the top off her shoulders one arm at a time, admiring the nipples peaking through the thin fabric of the sentry's vest. Leaning the sleeping girl against her, Carmen held up her arms sliding the vest up over head to reveal her soft supple B-cup breasts with puffy full dark brown areolas. "Military life seems to have agreed with you, chica. You have a nice tight body, if only we had more time..." Carmen whispered into the half naked sentry's ear, letting her flop back onto the jungle floor as she pulled on the vest. Unfastening the sentry's trousers, she whipped them off the girl's slender hips and down her long tanned legs along with the solid black panties from between her thighs, affording Carmen a glance of a well formed vagina crowned with a neat trimmed triangle of jet black hair and a pert plum shaped ass. Smiling, the young agent quickly got dressed in the sentry's uniform then loosened the woman's hair copying her ponytail.
"Uhhh..." Carmen could hear the stirrings of the young naked sentry at her feet as she laced up the stolen combat boots, smiling she crouched by the stirring girl taking out the last syringe from Maria's bag before clamping a hand over mouth straddling her. "Sorry chica but you need a nice long nap. Here you are..." She said plunging the needle into the soft flesh of her pretty neck, the sentry shuddered then slumped unconscious with a low rattle of breath. "Night, night..." She bound the limbs of the sentry with Maria's bikini then dragged her body into the bushes, concealing her. Walking over to the jeep, she rested her spy camera into the right hand ammo pack of her webbing before taking out the battery from the radio set tossing it into the treeline. Then getting into the jeep, Carmen switched on the engine pulling out onto the main road heading towards the missile base.
Sagua de Tanamo Missile Base, 11:15am
Carmen brought the jeep to a halt as a young Cuban militaman walked in front of the barrier his arm and hand outstretched, while his partner a woman stood by the barrier. "Hola comrade. I thought you were on perimeter watch? Is there a problem?" Carmen flashed him a warm smile fluttering her eyelashes for extra effect. "The battery in my radio got fried due to moisture and I need a replacement. Could I swing by the quartermaster and get a requisition?" The guard sighed glancing at his partner. "Damn soviet radios. Don't work for shit in the jungle. It says a lot when they put their missiles here but can't be bothered to give us decent radios. Come on in then." The sentry said signalling his partner to raise the barrier. Thanking the pair, Carmen drove under the barrier into the base beyond.
Parking the jeep in the motor pool, Carmen retrieved the AK-47 from the back looping it over her shoulder before flicking on her camera hidden in her ammo webbing. Now I think I have roughly half an hour to take whatever pictures I can before that guard gets suspicious, so I will need to be quick and swing by the quartermaster to fetch that battery to make my cover story credible... Seeing the silhouettes of soviet SS-4 ICBMs reaching into the clear blue sky in the distance, Carmen headed in that direction looking like she was walking an innocent enough patrol.
Over the course of 25 minutes, using her stolen uniform to effectively blend in Carmen had taken pictures of two deployed SS-4's and at least 6 of the smaller truck mounted SS-5's which had shorter range then their larger cousins but still could cause the same level of thermonuclear catastrophe. For good measure she had also taken quick snaps of the anti air defences, should the worst happen and soviet military advisors of both genders directing the Cuban militia. Satisfied that she had anything she needed to complete her assignment Carmen followed the directions to the quartermaster, who some very stern words for what he called "Soviet junk." Once out of earshot of his soviet counterpart. With the radio part in her possession, the young CIA operative made her way back to her jeep.
"Everything's okay, comrade. I finally got that battery I needed." Called Carmen as the two gate guards opened the gate, the man nodded his head sympathetically. "Don't tell me Enrique made you sign for it in triplicate?" He asked signalling his partner to raise the barrier. "Yep, all with a soviet standing over his shoulder, comrade." The man shared a glance with his partner then laughed. "Seriously, I preferred it during the revolution when if you needed something then you could just steal it. Whether it was bombs or an enemy uniform." Grinning at the irony, Carmen flashed him a wave. "Well I better get back to it. Wouldn't want the Americans sneaking up on us. Have a good one." Bading the soldiers farewell, she drove away from the base following the road south to Guantanamo Bay.
Cuban National Route 571, 5 miles south of the Missile Base, 11:45am
Glancing down at the fuel gauge of her jeep, the needle going just going past a quarter of a tank, Carmen weighed up her next move. No way I will reach Guantanamo Bay with a quarter tank of gas and definitely not dressed like this. I need a car and a change of clothes, perhaps at the next village I can find both? No shortage of young women on the island that's for sure... Suddenly the sight of an attractive young hispanic woman running out onto the road waving her arms made her slow her jeep down, on the side of the road nearby Carmen could see a blue Cadillac with a rear tire missing. "Oh thank god! It's good you happened by, comrade." The pretty girl cried as Carmen brought the jeep to a halt.
"What seems to be the problem, señorita?" Carmen replied appraising the girl, liking what she saw. Another attractive latina, the girl had gentle aquiline lightly tanned features, supple cheekbones and big grey eyes with light brown hair cut into a pixie style. Her slim petite figured hugged by a fashionable and colourful sleeveless floral dress, complemented by a white sun hat and matching heels. A white leather handbag looped around her shoulder. Hmm? I like her dress, it really brings out her figure and it's my size. Plus her car should get me to Guantanamo bay. Lucky me... The girl looked back at her car, distress in her voice.
"Well I was on my way to my abuelas in El Joba when I got a flat tire. And I don't know how to change a damn tire! Can you help me, please?" The girl pleaded. Flashing her a smile full of false sympathy, Carmen climbed out of her jeep. "Of course, sweetie. Lead the way." The young woman let out a sigh of if relief as Carmen fell in beside her. "That's a load off, thank you comrade. So what's your name, soldier?" Eyeing up the back of the girls neck, Carmen waited for a clear opportunity to strike. "Private Manuela Lopez. And you are, señorita?" The young woman giggled. "Oh how rude of me. My name is Gloria Rodriguez, pleased to meet you." As soon as the pair stopped by the Cadillac's trunk, Carmen raised her arm high thin like a blade. "That's very nice dress, Gloria..." Gloria smiled beginning to turn to face her. "Um, thank you you're too kind-ugh!" Carmen cut her off mid flow with a swift chop to the back of her neck, knocking her out cold with a short surprised squeak of pain. Slumping unconscious onto the cars trunk, Gloria slid off crumpling to the tarmac onto her side. "But I think it would look better on me, chica." Carmen quipped kneeling beside the stricken girl swapping her patrol cap for the girls sun hat.
After shedding the militia uniform, Carmen draped the unconscious Gloria on her belly and began by unbuttoning her dress from the rear peeling the garment from her shoulder letting it fall to the pavement. "Mmm, brave girl going topless but I can't say I blame you it's quite the sticky day." Carmen whispered into the girl's ear whipping down her cream lace shorts in one smooth motion exposing a pert apple shaped ass, you could bounce a silver dollar off. Unable to resist, the agent gently stroked the girls ass feeling the soft warm flesh, which elicited an aroused moan from the sleeping Gloria. "Well, well well. It looked like we both liked that. But I should leave you alone, wouldn't want to wake you after all. But let's see what else you have, dear Gloria." Rolling the naked girl onto her back, Carmen admired the well formed C-cup breasts with rose petal dark pink areolas and small cute vagina with with a trimmed strip of light brown pubic fuzz. While she lacked the toned muscle definition of Manuela, Gloria was slim and took care of her tight body. Finishing her appraisal, Carmen pulled up the lacy underwear finding it snug then stepped into the dress and heels before helping herself to Gloria's earrings and bracelet as well.
Now fully dressed in Gloria's clothes, Carmen tore up Manuela's vest binding and gagging the naked Gloria stashing her body in the jeep before pushing it into the ditch. After fixing the tire on Gloria's Cadillac, Carmen got behind the wheel relieved that the car had a full tank of gas. Switching on the engine she pulled out back onto the main road.
Guantanamo Bay Cuba, US Navy Protected Zone, 12:45pm
With just under a quarter of a tank left, Carmen had made it without much incident to the Protection Zone parking her stolen Cadillac in a parking lot of a Diner a short walk from the US Naval Air Station. She had noticed quite a few young and attractive female US Navy officers milling around, including a pretty lost looking blonde with heart shaped features, sloping cheekbones and bright blue eyes, her short shoulder length strawberry blonde hair worked into bunches underneath her black and white bowl hat. The woman was dressed in a front buttoned short sleeve white uniform dress, the insignia on her left sleeve and lapels marked her as a Chief Petty Officer. With brown leather pumps and black handbag looped over her shoulder. Hmm? I always liked a woman in uniform particularly Caucasians and she's in my size too. I wonder what it's like to peel her out of that. Reluctantly tearing her eyes away from the blonde, Carmen crossed the street heading towards the naval base guarded by two bored looking sailors armed with M14 rifles.
As she approached the men, Carmen could see their eyes narrowing tensing gripping their rifles. The first man an Able Seaman with dark brown hair judging by his single chevron held up his hand. "What do you want, local? This is a restricted area and that means no unauthorised personnel even if this your country, which it isn't." The sailor said with a sneer on his lips. His friend a lowly Seaman sniggered while he mentally undressed her with his eyes. Carmen sighed. "I'am no local, sailor. My name is Carmen Aguilar and I'am a CIA operative on a critical mission that's a matter of national security. I order you to bring me to your base commander immediately, I have mission critical intelligence that needs to get to Langley." Looking at each other the two guards burst out laughing. "Yeah right! And I'am President Lincoln! There are no spics in the CIA! Step back!" Said the Seaman, a young balding man with rounded spectacles. Resisting the urge to punch the man in the throat for the racial slur, Carmen pinched her nose. "Look I don't have time for this! Take me to the base commander right now and we can get this all strai-" " I will do no such thing, lady. For all I now your a commie spy for Castro, now step back or we will be forced to detain you!" Carmen let out a disgusted sigh, flinging her arms out in anger. "Ugh! Hija la puta! Well, I'am getting in there. One way or another I will be back." Turning back from the laughing sailors, Carmen walked back to the diner passing two female officers an idea coming to her. I need a uniform after all. I wonder if that blonde is still there? Crossing her fingers she backtracked to the diner.
Carmen was in luck. The blonde Chief Petty Officer was still there in the parking lot, asking a couple of locals for directions, her slender shoulders sagging in disappointment as they left shaking their heads. Turning to see Carmen, the officers eyes flashed with renewed hope. "Hello? Please tell me you speak American?" The young agent nodded smiling. "Yes. I'am quite fluent. What seems to the matter, officer?" She asked innocently eyeing up the woman's uniform. "Well my name is Angela Michaelson, I have just been posted here from Norfolk and I'am looking for the Naval Air Station. Do you know a shortcut? Or where that is?" Seeing a deserted alley out of the corner of her left eye, Carmen grinned. "Yes, just through that alley there. Follow me and I will see you there." Angela sighed with relief. "Thank God! You are a lifesaver, lead on." Luring the clueless CPO into the alley, Carmen grinned. It's a good job she's a looker because she is just too gullible...
Angela Michaelson looked around the darkened spartan alley seeing only a dumpster, feeling a sense of trepidation. "Um, are you sure this is the way? I thought I saw some girls heading in the other direction?" She asked her cute local guide in the floral dress, whose name she didn't catch." The girl turned around gently facing her, a curious smile writ on her face. "Yes, I'am pretty sure we are in the right place. And I'am sorry..." Angela blinked in surprise slightly confused but afraid of the girl. "For what? I-i don't understand mmph!" Suddenly without warning, the Cuban pinned her against the wall her hand clamping around her mouth to muffle her whimpers of betrayal. She tried to wriggle free of the girls grip but she was too strong. "For this. I need your uniform. It's a matter of national security and I don't have time to explain..." What that she grasped Angela's throat tightly, the CPO began to cry fearing she was about to be strangled when instead she felt sharp pinches of pain either side of her neck. Letting out a pained muffled squeak that was tinged with slight arousal, Angela Michaelson slumped unconscious in her beautiful attackers grip eyes rolling into the back of her head and arms dangling limply by her sides. The last thing she felt was her hat being removed.
"Sorry, Angela. It's nothing personal, chica." Carmen said caressing the petty officer's cheek after donning her hat. Holding the unconscious woman under her arms, she dragged Angela behind the dumpster sitting her down and looping off her purse. After stripping off Gloria's dress, a half naked Carmen knelt by Angela unbuttoning her uniform dress. "Sorry Angela but I'am going to have to take your bra, it will sit well under your uniform. Well at least you can keep your panties, small mercies right?" Carmen whispered to the unconscious woman getting a glimpse of a white lace bullet bra enveloping her C-cup breasts. Loosening the garment from Angela's shoulders, she peeled it down off the petty officer's slim petite body leaving her clad only in her matching white lace bra, matching high wasted lace panties and pumps. "Once again, my apologies sweet Angela." Carmen reached around the woman's back unclipping her bra, pulling it loose to reveal lush pert C-cup breasts with puffy pink full areolas. Feeling her own tits perk up at the sight of the half naked Angela, Carmen put on her bra before unlacing her shoes slipping them off the petty officer's dainty feet then removing the woman's watch, from her left wrist putting it on herself.
After stepping into Angela's uniform and buttoning it up, Carmen finished getting dressed in the rest of the outfit then placed the camera into the petty officer's purse. Tearing up Gloria's dress, she bound and gagged the sleeping half naked Angela wearing only her panties then scooping her up into her arms walked around to the front of the dumpster. "You'll have to forgive the accommodations, Angela but I need you stashed out of the way. Rest assured it won't be for long." She said sitting the unconscious sailor into the empty dumpster, tossing the remains of Gloria's clothing before closing the lid. Looping the Petty Officers purse over her shoulder, Carmen walked out of the alley and back towards the front of the base. A plan forming in her mind. I won't be able to get in dressed like this, the guards will spot me but if I blended in then I should be able to pass. Besides, they don't search women. Taking a deep breath, hoping her luck would hold the CIA agent approached the gatehouse.
Seeing a group of chatting female navy officers in front of her also approaching the gate, Carmen used her disguise and training to effortlessly blend into the back of group bowing her head as they walked underneath the raised barrier past the two sailors who had denied her access earlier. The men too busy mentally undressing the group to notice her. Smiling widely, Carmen walked with the group until they split off in the direction of the female barracks. She herself heading towards the administration building, accepting salutes from petty officers and seaman to maintain her cover.
US Naval Air Station Administration Complex, Guantanamo Bay 13:05pm
Following the signs to the base commander's office on the third floor, Carmen had arrived to a large office where sat at a desk to the right of the base commander's door a young pretty brunette dressed in red busy on her typewriter. The text stenciled in gold on the office door read "Captain Chester B. Harrison, USN." The secretary at the desk seized her typing, looking up curiously at her. "Yes, chief petty officer? Is there something I can do for you? I'am Claire Sommers, Captain Harrison's secretary." Carmen nodded placing her hand on the woman's desk. "My name is Carmen Aguilar and I'am a CIA operative on assignment. It's a matter of national security and I need to see Captain Harrison immediately. Watchman." She quoted the clearance phrase but Claire just blinked confused. "Um, I don't quite understand. Do you have an appointment? Or some identification? I can't just let you in." Carmen let out a roar of frustration. " ¡Por Dios! I don't have time for this! Look, is the capitan in right now!?" Carmen said not giving the woman chance to answer, storming to the door. "Yes but you can't just walk in-hey!" It was too late, Carmen had already opened the door and a surprised looking Captain Harrison a bald chiseled jawed man, dressed in navy black and whites blinked at her from his desk. "What is the meaning of this interruption? You have about a minute before I call for the watch." He asked his voice even.
Carmen quickly flashed him a salute. "Apologies sir. I'am Agent Carmen Aguilar with the CIA and I'am here as part of Operation Watchman." Harrison leaned back in his chair sighing. "So your the asset that I was briefed on this morning?" Carmen nodded as the captain turned to his secretary. "It's alright Claire, that will be all. Go back and make sure we are not disturbed, oh and make us a coffee while your at it. Take a seat Ms Aguilar." He added while Claire disappeared rolling her eyes. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting Langley to be sending a woman and a local at that. Smart of them I guess." Carmen smiled taking a seat opposite the Captain, placing her camera on the desk. "Thank you sir, the last thing the reds expect is a woman infiltrating them. They never saw me coming." She slid it across to Harrison who took it, impressed. "Which begs a couple of questions, ma'am. How did you get onto my base and where did you get that uniform?" Blushing slightly, Carmen took off her hat rubbing her hand through her hair before answering. "Ah yes, about that. I had to...borrow a uniform from a chief petty officer after two of your sailors refused me entry." Harrison's eyes widened in surprise. "Good god, woman. Is she going to be alright?" Carmen held up her hand. "Don't worry captain. I had to give her a little pinch and tie her up but she's fine. Just a little naked is all. She's in a dumpster in an alley by the diner across the street. I apologise for assaulting a fellow American sir but I did what I had to do." Behind her the door opened to reveal Claire carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
Shaking his head, Harrison took his coffee blowing it softly before taking a sip. "Stealing another woman's clothes? That sounds both mighty resourceful and like some damn underhanded trick the commies would pull on us." Carmen chuckled taking up her mug, taking a small measure. "Well, the CIA trains it's female agents to be both versatile and resourceful, sir." Leaning back into his chair the captain smiled. "Well, I'am glad you're on our side then. You're a damned hero in my book, ma'am. When you get back stateside I will recommend you for a medal." Carmen crossed her legs. "While I'am flattered sir. It's enough that I have served my adopted home and done something to prevent another World War." The captain nodded handing her back her camera. "Well spoken, Ms Aguilar. If only half my sailors had your gumption. Well I better get on the horn to Langley as soon as possible. They will want to debrief you and make sure those photos get to the president. Oh and get someone to rescue that naked sailor." Leaning back as the captain picked up his phone, Carmen smiled taking a sip from her coffee feeling pride swell in her breast. Never had she felt more proud to be both Cuban and an American.
The White House, Washington D.C, Wednesday 21st October 1962 18:00pm
Sitting across from the oval office, 25 year old Carmen Aguilar waited for the president's summons. She was an attractive latina with tanned heart shaped features, high prominent cheekbones and bright hazel almond shaped eyes framed by shoulder length jet black hair. Carmen's parents had feld their native Cuba following Castro's revolution to overthrow Batista's regime of which Carmen's father was an highly placed colonel in the military. Settling in Miami with their relatives the Aguilar's become heavily involved with the CIA's efforts to overthrow Castro. Both she and her brother, Miguel had joined the CIA's Special Operations Group but tradegy struck when Miguel was killed during the failed Bay of Pigs invasion a year ago, leaving the Aguilar's heartbroken but more determined then ever to see their country free. Carmen saw herself as more American than Cuban and fully committed to her training, relishing the chance to use her skills to serve her adopted nation while working to liberate Cuba. "Excuse me ma'am?" A young female voice shook her from her thoughts, she looked up to see a young attractive blonde secretary flashing her a smile, her head peeking from behind the door to the oval office. "The President and Secretary of Defense will see you now." Smoothing out her skirt, Carmen rose from the sofa smiling back as the woman opened the door to admit her.
She was greeted by the imposing site of President Kennedy who was sitting at the resolute desk, the man flashed her a warm smile as he rose from his desk to greet her, sat opposite him was the unmistakeable bespectacled profile of Robert McNamara, the Secretary of Defense. "Ms Aguilar? A pleasure to meet you at long last." President Kennedy said shaking her hand with a firm grip. "Director McCone spoke highly of you and your abilities. Abilities your country needs in this desperate hour." Carmen returned the gesture in awe of the man. "He his too kind, Mr President. I only wish to serve my adopted home." Next to him Secretary McNamara also took her hand. "And modest too. You're just what we need, Ms Aguilar." President Kennedy released his hand gesturing to the desk in front of him. "Come, let's discuss your assignment. We cannot tarry while the world is at stake." Once the group had taken their seats, the president handed Carmen a thick dossier which she started to flick through.
"As you are no doubt aware, Ms Aguilar. The tension between us, the USSR and Castro is on a knife edge. Following our deployment of missiles in Turkey, Khrushchev as struck a deal with Castro to deploy Soviet nuclear missiles in Cuba. What you see there is the latest photographs from the U2 spy planes we sent over a few days ago. Unfortunately, we cannot getting closer without risk of provoking a war." Carmen nodded as she poured over the photographs of the North East coast of Cuba. Next to speak was McNamara who started by cleaning his glasses. "Which is were you come in, since boots on the ground shouldn't provoke a nuclear response. Your assignment is to infiltrate the northern coast via the submarine USS Chicago and to make your way to the jungle near the town of Sagua de Tanamo where these pictures were taken and surveil the location. Once you have the photographs, make your way to Guatamano Bay for debrief and extraction. Just quote 'Watchman' to the base commander and he should get you whatever you need. Any questions?" Putting down the dossier, Carmen crossed her legs leaning forwards. "Yes. What are the rules of engagement? Is lethal force authorised?" Sharing a glance with the Secdef, Kennedy lent over his desk holding his hands. "Negative. I would prefer you didn't leave a trail of corpses, civilian or otherwise that could well give Castro an excuse to accuse the US of spying and call on the Soviets to intervene. Of course we shall leave it to your discretion the specifics on how you complete your mission, Ms Aguilar. I trust that isn't a problem?" Carmen shook her head. "No, sir. I prefer to keep things clean and use my discretion whenever possible." Kennedy and the SecDef flashed smiles. "That's good to hear. Anything else?" Asked McNamara.
"Nothing more, sir. I think I have everything I need." Rising from her chair, she shook the hands of both men before turning to leave. "And Ms Aguilar..." The sound of the President voice made her turn. "...good uck and godspeed, there is a car outside that will take you direct to Norfolk. Whatever you do, don't get caught." Carmen with one hand on the oval office door smiled. "Forgive the insubordination Mr President, but they will never see me coming." Flashing a quick salute to the commander in chief, she left the room.
3km off the Coast of Northeast Cuba, Carribbean Sea, Thursday 22nd October 1962. 10:30am
Now dressed only in a black wetsuit and swimming rapidly to the beach, CIA agent Carmen Aguilar reviewed her mission, feeling a odd sense of pleasure at seeing her beloved Cuba's coastline. Having been fired from the torpedo tube from the USS Chicago armed only with a waterproof spy camera and a first aid kit, her first order of business was to find something suitable to walk in other than a CIA issue wetsuit, along with some transportation. Lucky being a Cuban Carmen knew that her people love nothing more then to sunbathe, preferably alone especially on a beautiful day like today. Hopefully, I will find a girl my size and take her bikini. While not much of a disguise, it should be suitable until I get to the missile base. Surfacing like a shark, and keeping her eyes above the water Carmen scanned the beach looking for a suitable mark.
After five minutes, Carmen's patience was rewarded as an attractive young latina clutching a beach mat walked onto the beach wearing nothing but a red and white polka dot bikini and matching sandals, that showed off her trimmed athletic petite body that made Carmen's tits perk up. Carmen herself was not picky she was attracted to both men and other women, having shared a bed with both at one time or another but generally preferring a woman's touch. She knew a looker when she saw one and this girl was just that; she had a pretty rounded face with slender cheekbones and big brown eyes framed by a curtain of long brown hair, covered by large sunglasses . Behind her was a old 1950's Ford pick up truck idling. Watching as the girl laid her pert peach shaped ass on the mat, Carmen smiled. She's my size alright and she has a pick up too, that should get me through the jungle to Sagua de Tanamo no problem. Besides red was always my colour. Diving once again, Carmen swam to a rocky outcropping to the right of the sunbather. After surfacing, she stripped off the aqualung and wetsuit stashing them behind a rock before creeping silently, naked upon the unsuspecting girl.
Feeling the warm embrace of the Carribbean sun kiss her skin, 22 year old waitress Maria Sanchez let out a contented sigh. It's a shame Eduardo couldn't join me but he is pulling double shifts at the military base, keeping us safe from the capitalist Americans. I'am so proud of him. Perhaps I should join the militia and spend more time with him. But if I did that then I wouldn't have time to enjoy the sun. Suddenly, she felt a slender hand clamp over her mouth muffling her cries and pinning her to her beach mat. Opening her eyes, Maria was shocked to see a beautiful naked woman straddling her smiling. "Shh! It's nothing personal, chica. But I like your swimsuit." Eyes widening in shock, the terrified girl was powerless to resist as her attacker gripped her throat, pinching both sides of her pretty little neck. Despite letting out a brief squeak of pain, Maria also felt a curious sense of arousal and slumped unconscious with a low aroused muffled rattle arms falling limply by her side, having achieved a mini orgasm the sudden violent assault of her nervous system and subsequent domination proving too much for her.
"Well, it looks like someone was feeling a little horny, chica." Carmen said caressing the unconscious girls cheek before planting a kiss on her warm slack lips, probing the inside of her mouth with her tongue. "You taste sweet too. Time to get you out of that bikini, sweetheart. I have a need for it." After putting on the girls sunglasses, Carmen unlaced her bikini top and bottoms admiring the youths buoyant C-cup breasts with perky circular dark pink areolas and small clean shaven womanhood. "Wow, chica. You have certainly taken care of your body, if I had more time then perhaps I could have gotten to know you a little better. But unfortunately, time is of the essence." Carmen said to the unconscious naked girl beneath her, as her laced up the stolen bikini before taking her sandals.
When she was finished getting dressed, Carmen took the unconscious naked girl by her ankles dragging her behind the rocks before taking out a sedative from the first aid bag. "Here's a little something to help you sleep, chica." She smiled flicking the syringe before plunging it into the girls buttocks. Leaving the young woman sprawled naked on the sand, Carmen tied her wetsuit to her aqualung sinking both in the blue of the Carribbean Sea then walked back to the girls beach mat and straw bag, finding her driving licence and car keys. "Maria Sanchez, 22, looks like I'am you for a bit." Putting it back along with two extra syringes full of sedatives before looping the bag around her shoulder and rolling up the mat. Getting in the truck, the young agent turned on the ignition reversing out onto the main road. "Next stop Sagua de Tanamo." She said putting the truck into gear and following the signs.
Perimeter of Sagua de Tanamo Missile Base, 11:00am
Once she had reached the location of the missile base, Carmen dumped the truck at the side of the road and proceeded on foot towards the base perimeter still wearing Maria's bikini. Using the jungle foliage as cover, she creeped forward contemplating the second phase of the operation. I need a new disguise, they aren't going to let in a pretty girl dressed in a bikini no matter how much skin I show. No I need a uniform from a militia woman... The sound of scraping flint from her left drew her attention, turning she smiled at what she saw. If it's one thing I like about communism it makes things more inclusive for women and that gives me plenty of opportunities...
It was a young pretty miltiawoman leaning against her Willy's jeep with radio and AK-47 stashed in the back, she was far too distracted with trying to light her cigarette instead of watching the perimeter. The girl was a pretty little thing with slightly squared tanned features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes her jet black hair tied into a short ponytail under her olive green jungle cap. That matched her tunic and combat trousers with black leather laced combat boots over which was soviet issue combat webbing and a hint of a green vest underneath. Hmm? She might be a little small but I can make the disguise work, that's the best thing about military uniforms; one size fits all. Keeping low and slow, Carmen moved quickly towards the distracted sentry out from the jungle.
Private Manuela Lopez cursed the stupid soviet matches their Soviet instructors had given them. Hija la puta! Damn these flimsy soviet sticks! What was wrong with the American shafts? They may be bloodsucking capitalists but they make decent matches. Well, at last we still make decent cigarettes... "Hey chica? Need a light?" Manuela looked up to see a pretty young woman dressed only in a bikini but before she could issue a warning, the girl swiftly punched Manuela in her gut causing her to double in pain knocking the wind out of her. Then she let out a cute grunt of pain as the bikini girl finished her off with a swift neck chop. Finally knowing only black, the last feeling Manuela felt before losing consciousness was the jungle floor rushing to meet her.
Kneeling beside the unconscious sentry, Carmen took off the woman's cap putting it on before stripping off her stolen bikini then rolling the girl onto her back. After unlacing the soldiers boots slipping them from her small feet, Carmen unclipped the combat webbing looping it over the soldiers head then unbuttoned her tunic pulling the top off her shoulders one arm at a time, admiring the nipples peaking through the thin fabric of the sentry's vest. Leaning the sleeping girl against her, Carmen held up her arms sliding the vest up over head to reveal her soft supple B-cup breasts with puffy full dark brown areolas. "Military life seems to have agreed with you, chica. You have a nice tight body, if only we had more time..." Carmen whispered into the half naked sentry's ear, letting her flop back onto the jungle floor as she pulled on the vest. Unfastening the sentry's trousers, she whipped them off the girl's slender hips and down her long tanned legs along with the solid black panties from between her thighs, affording Carmen a glance of a well formed vagina crowned with a neat trimmed triangle of jet black hair and a pert plum shaped ass. Smiling, the young agent quickly got dressed in the sentry's uniform then loosened the woman's hair copying her ponytail.
"Uhhh..." Carmen could hear the stirrings of the young naked sentry at her feet as she laced up the stolen combat boots, smiling she crouched by the stirring girl taking out the last syringe from Maria's bag before clamping a hand over mouth straddling her. "Sorry chica but you need a nice long nap. Here you are..." She said plunging the needle into the soft flesh of her pretty neck, the sentry shuddered then slumped unconscious with a low rattle of breath. "Night, night..." She bound the limbs of the sentry with Maria's bikini then dragged her body into the bushes, concealing her. Walking over to the jeep, she rested her spy camera into the right hand ammo pack of her webbing before taking out the battery from the radio set tossing it into the treeline. Then getting into the jeep, Carmen switched on the engine pulling out onto the main road heading towards the missile base.
Sagua de Tanamo Missile Base, 11:15am
Carmen brought the jeep to a halt as a young Cuban militaman walked in front of the barrier his arm and hand outstretched, while his partner a woman stood by the barrier. "Hola comrade. I thought you were on perimeter watch? Is there a problem?" Carmen flashed him a warm smile fluttering her eyelashes for extra effect. "The battery in my radio got fried due to moisture and I need a replacement. Could I swing by the quartermaster and get a requisition?" The guard sighed glancing at his partner. "Damn soviet radios. Don't work for shit in the jungle. It says a lot when they put their missiles here but can't be bothered to give us decent radios. Come on in then." The sentry said signalling his partner to raise the barrier. Thanking the pair, Carmen drove under the barrier into the base beyond.
Parking the jeep in the motor pool, Carmen retrieved the AK-47 from the back looping it over her shoulder before flicking on her camera hidden in her ammo webbing. Now I think I have roughly half an hour to take whatever pictures I can before that guard gets suspicious, so I will need to be quick and swing by the quartermaster to fetch that battery to make my cover story credible... Seeing the silhouettes of soviet SS-4 ICBMs reaching into the clear blue sky in the distance, Carmen headed in that direction looking like she was walking an innocent enough patrol.
Over the course of 25 minutes, using her stolen uniform to effectively blend in Carmen had taken pictures of two deployed SS-4's and at least 6 of the smaller truck mounted SS-5's which had shorter range then their larger cousins but still could cause the same level of thermonuclear catastrophe. For good measure she had also taken quick snaps of the anti air defences, should the worst happen and soviet military advisors of both genders directing the Cuban militia. Satisfied that she had anything she needed to complete her assignment Carmen followed the directions to the quartermaster, who some very stern words for what he called "Soviet junk." Once out of earshot of his soviet counterpart. With the radio part in her possession, the young CIA operative made her way back to her jeep.
"Everything's okay, comrade. I finally got that battery I needed." Called Carmen as the two gate guards opened the gate, the man nodded his head sympathetically. "Don't tell me Enrique made you sign for it in triplicate?" He asked signalling his partner to raise the barrier. "Yep, all with a soviet standing over his shoulder, comrade." The man shared a glance with his partner then laughed. "Seriously, I preferred it during the revolution when if you needed something then you could just steal it. Whether it was bombs or an enemy uniform." Grinning at the irony, Carmen flashed him a wave. "Well I better get back to it. Wouldn't want the Americans sneaking up on us. Have a good one." Bading the soldiers farewell, she drove away from the base following the road south to Guantanamo Bay.
Cuban National Route 571, 5 miles south of the Missile Base, 11:45am
Glancing down at the fuel gauge of her jeep, the needle going just going past a quarter of a tank, Carmen weighed up her next move. No way I will reach Guantanamo Bay with a quarter tank of gas and definitely not dressed like this. I need a car and a change of clothes, perhaps at the next village I can find both? No shortage of young women on the island that's for sure... Suddenly the sight of an attractive young hispanic woman running out onto the road waving her arms made her slow her jeep down, on the side of the road nearby Carmen could see a blue Cadillac with a rear tire missing. "Oh thank god! It's good you happened by, comrade." The pretty girl cried as Carmen brought the jeep to a halt.
"What seems to be the problem, señorita?" Carmen replied appraising the girl, liking what she saw. Another attractive latina, the girl had gentle aquiline lightly tanned features, supple cheekbones and big grey eyes with light brown hair cut into a pixie style. Her slim petite figured hugged by a fashionable and colourful sleeveless floral dress, complemented by a white sun hat and matching heels. A white leather handbag looped around her shoulder. Hmm? I like her dress, it really brings out her figure and it's my size. Plus her car should get me to Guantanamo bay. Lucky me... The girl looked back at her car, distress in her voice.
"Well I was on my way to my abuelas in El Joba when I got a flat tire. And I don't know how to change a damn tire! Can you help me, please?" The girl pleaded. Flashing her a smile full of false sympathy, Carmen climbed out of her jeep. "Of course, sweetie. Lead the way." The young woman let out a sigh of if relief as Carmen fell in beside her. "That's a load off, thank you comrade. So what's your name, soldier?" Eyeing up the back of the girls neck, Carmen waited for a clear opportunity to strike. "Private Manuela Lopez. And you are, señorita?" The young woman giggled. "Oh how rude of me. My name is Gloria Rodriguez, pleased to meet you." As soon as the pair stopped by the Cadillac's trunk, Carmen raised her arm high thin like a blade. "That's very nice dress, Gloria..." Gloria smiled beginning to turn to face her. "Um, thank you you're too kind-ugh!" Carmen cut her off mid flow with a swift chop to the back of her neck, knocking her out cold with a short surprised squeak of pain. Slumping unconscious onto the cars trunk, Gloria slid off crumpling to the tarmac onto her side. "But I think it would look better on me, chica." Carmen quipped kneeling beside the stricken girl swapping her patrol cap for the girls sun hat.
After shedding the militia uniform, Carmen draped the unconscious Gloria on her belly and began by unbuttoning her dress from the rear peeling the garment from her shoulder letting it fall to the pavement. "Mmm, brave girl going topless but I can't say I blame you it's quite the sticky day." Carmen whispered into the girl's ear whipping down her cream lace shorts in one smooth motion exposing a pert apple shaped ass, you could bounce a silver dollar off. Unable to resist, the agent gently stroked the girls ass feeling the soft warm flesh, which elicited an aroused moan from the sleeping Gloria. "Well, well well. It looked like we both liked that. But I should leave you alone, wouldn't want to wake you after all. But let's see what else you have, dear Gloria." Rolling the naked girl onto her back, Carmen admired the well formed C-cup breasts with rose petal dark pink areolas and small cute vagina with with a trimmed strip of light brown pubic fuzz. While she lacked the toned muscle definition of Manuela, Gloria was slim and took care of her tight body. Finishing her appraisal, Carmen pulled up the lacy underwear finding it snug then stepped into the dress and heels before helping herself to Gloria's earrings and bracelet as well.
Now fully dressed in Gloria's clothes, Carmen tore up Manuela's vest binding and gagging the naked Gloria stashing her body in the jeep before pushing it into the ditch. After fixing the tire on Gloria's Cadillac, Carmen got behind the wheel relieved that the car had a full tank of gas. Switching on the engine she pulled out back onto the main road.
Guantanamo Bay Cuba, US Navy Protected Zone, 12:45pm
With just under a quarter of a tank left, Carmen had made it without much incident to the Protection Zone parking her stolen Cadillac in a parking lot of a Diner a short walk from the US Naval Air Station. She had noticed quite a few young and attractive female US Navy officers milling around, including a pretty lost looking blonde with heart shaped features, sloping cheekbones and bright blue eyes, her short shoulder length strawberry blonde hair worked into bunches underneath her black and white bowl hat. The woman was dressed in a front buttoned short sleeve white uniform dress, the insignia on her left sleeve and lapels marked her as a Chief Petty Officer. With brown leather pumps and black handbag looped over her shoulder. Hmm? I always liked a woman in uniform particularly Caucasians and she's in my size too. I wonder what it's like to peel her out of that. Reluctantly tearing her eyes away from the blonde, Carmen crossed the street heading towards the naval base guarded by two bored looking sailors armed with M14 rifles.
As she approached the men, Carmen could see their eyes narrowing tensing gripping their rifles. The first man an Able Seaman with dark brown hair judging by his single chevron held up his hand. "What do you want, local? This is a restricted area and that means no unauthorised personnel even if this your country, which it isn't." The sailor said with a sneer on his lips. His friend a lowly Seaman sniggered while he mentally undressed her with his eyes. Carmen sighed. "I'am no local, sailor. My name is Carmen Aguilar and I'am a CIA operative on a critical mission that's a matter of national security. I order you to bring me to your base commander immediately, I have mission critical intelligence that needs to get to Langley." Looking at each other the two guards burst out laughing. "Yeah right! And I'am President Lincoln! There are no spics in the CIA! Step back!" Said the Seaman, a young balding man with rounded spectacles. Resisting the urge to punch the man in the throat for the racial slur, Carmen pinched her nose. "Look I don't have time for this! Take me to the base commander right now and we can get this all strai-" " I will do no such thing, lady. For all I now your a commie spy for Castro, now step back or we will be forced to detain you!" Carmen let out a disgusted sigh, flinging her arms out in anger. "Ugh! Hija la puta! Well, I'am getting in there. One way or another I will be back." Turning back from the laughing sailors, Carmen walked back to the diner passing two female officers an idea coming to her. I need a uniform after all. I wonder if that blonde is still there? Crossing her fingers she backtracked to the diner.
Carmen was in luck. The blonde Chief Petty Officer was still there in the parking lot, asking a couple of locals for directions, her slender shoulders sagging in disappointment as they left shaking their heads. Turning to see Carmen, the officers eyes flashed with renewed hope. "Hello? Please tell me you speak American?" The young agent nodded smiling. "Yes. I'am quite fluent. What seems to the matter, officer?" She asked innocently eyeing up the woman's uniform. "Well my name is Angela Michaelson, I have just been posted here from Norfolk and I'am looking for the Naval Air Station. Do you know a shortcut? Or where that is?" Seeing a deserted alley out of the corner of her left eye, Carmen grinned. "Yes, just through that alley there. Follow me and I will see you there." Angela sighed with relief. "Thank God! You are a lifesaver, lead on." Luring the clueless CPO into the alley, Carmen grinned. It's a good job she's a looker because she is just too gullible...
Angela Michaelson looked around the darkened spartan alley seeing only a dumpster, feeling a sense of trepidation. "Um, are you sure this is the way? I thought I saw some girls heading in the other direction?" She asked her cute local guide in the floral dress, whose name she didn't catch." The girl turned around gently facing her, a curious smile writ on her face. "Yes, I'am pretty sure we are in the right place. And I'am sorry..." Angela blinked in surprise slightly confused but afraid of the girl. "For what? I-i don't understand mmph!" Suddenly without warning, the Cuban pinned her against the wall her hand clamping around her mouth to muffle her whimpers of betrayal. She tried to wriggle free of the girls grip but she was too strong. "For this. I need your uniform. It's a matter of national security and I don't have time to explain..." What that she grasped Angela's throat tightly, the CPO began to cry fearing she was about to be strangled when instead she felt sharp pinches of pain either side of her neck. Letting out a pained muffled squeak that was tinged with slight arousal, Angela Michaelson slumped unconscious in her beautiful attackers grip eyes rolling into the back of her head and arms dangling limply by her sides. The last thing she felt was her hat being removed.
"Sorry, Angela. It's nothing personal, chica." Carmen said caressing the petty officer's cheek after donning her hat. Holding the unconscious woman under her arms, she dragged Angela behind the dumpster sitting her down and looping off her purse. After stripping off Gloria's dress, a half naked Carmen knelt by Angela unbuttoning her uniform dress. "Sorry Angela but I'am going to have to take your bra, it will sit well under your uniform. Well at least you can keep your panties, small mercies right?" Carmen whispered to the unconscious woman getting a glimpse of a white lace bullet bra enveloping her C-cup breasts. Loosening the garment from Angela's shoulders, she peeled it down off the petty officer's slim petite body leaving her clad only in her matching white lace bra, matching high wasted lace panties and pumps. "Once again, my apologies sweet Angela." Carmen reached around the woman's back unclipping her bra, pulling it loose to reveal lush pert C-cup breasts with puffy pink full areolas. Feeling her own tits perk up at the sight of the half naked Angela, Carmen put on her bra before unlacing her shoes slipping them off the petty officer's dainty feet then removing the woman's watch, from her left wrist putting it on herself.
After stepping into Angela's uniform and buttoning it up, Carmen finished getting dressed in the rest of the outfit then placed the camera into the petty officer's purse. Tearing up Gloria's dress, she bound and gagged the sleeping half naked Angela wearing only her panties then scooping her up into her arms walked around to the front of the dumpster. "You'll have to forgive the accommodations, Angela but I need you stashed out of the way. Rest assured it won't be for long." She said sitting the unconscious sailor into the empty dumpster, tossing the remains of Gloria's clothing before closing the lid. Looping the Petty Officers purse over her shoulder, Carmen walked out of the alley and back towards the front of the base. A plan forming in her mind. I won't be able to get in dressed like this, the guards will spot me but if I blended in then I should be able to pass. Besides, they don't search women. Taking a deep breath, hoping her luck would hold the CIA agent approached the gatehouse.
Seeing a group of chatting female navy officers in front of her also approaching the gate, Carmen used her disguise and training to effortlessly blend into the back of group bowing her head as they walked underneath the raised barrier past the two sailors who had denied her access earlier. The men too busy mentally undressing the group to notice her. Smiling widely, Carmen walked with the group until they split off in the direction of the female barracks. She herself heading towards the administration building, accepting salutes from petty officers and seaman to maintain her cover.
US Naval Air Station Administration Complex, Guantanamo Bay 13:05pm
Following the signs to the base commander's office on the third floor, Carmen had arrived to a large office where sat at a desk to the right of the base commander's door a young pretty brunette dressed in red busy on her typewriter. The text stenciled in gold on the office door read "Captain Chester B. Harrison, USN." The secretary at the desk seized her typing, looking up curiously at her. "Yes, chief petty officer? Is there something I can do for you? I'am Claire Sommers, Captain Harrison's secretary." Carmen nodded placing her hand on the woman's desk. "My name is Carmen Aguilar and I'am a CIA operative on assignment. It's a matter of national security and I need to see Captain Harrison immediately. Watchman." She quoted the clearance phrase but Claire just blinked confused. "Um, I don't quite understand. Do you have an appointment? Or some identification? I can't just let you in." Carmen let out a roar of frustration. " ¡Por Dios! I don't have time for this! Look, is the capitan in right now!?" Carmen said not giving the woman chance to answer, storming to the door. "Yes but you can't just walk in-hey!" It was too late, Carmen had already opened the door and a surprised looking Captain Harrison a bald chiseled jawed man, dressed in navy black and whites blinked at her from his desk. "What is the meaning of this interruption? You have about a minute before I call for the watch." He asked his voice even.
Carmen quickly flashed him a salute. "Apologies sir. I'am Agent Carmen Aguilar with the CIA and I'am here as part of Operation Watchman." Harrison leaned back in his chair sighing. "So your the asset that I was briefed on this morning?" Carmen nodded as the captain turned to his secretary. "It's alright Claire, that will be all. Go back and make sure we are not disturbed, oh and make us a coffee while your at it. Take a seat Ms Aguilar." He added while Claire disappeared rolling her eyes. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting Langley to be sending a woman and a local at that. Smart of them I guess." Carmen smiled taking a seat opposite the Captain, placing her camera on the desk. "Thank you sir, the last thing the reds expect is a woman infiltrating them. They never saw me coming." She slid it across to Harrison who took it, impressed. "Which begs a couple of questions, ma'am. How did you get onto my base and where did you get that uniform?" Blushing slightly, Carmen took off her hat rubbing her hand through her hair before answering. "Ah yes, about that. I had to...borrow a uniform from a chief petty officer after two of your sailors refused me entry." Harrison's eyes widened in surprise. "Good god, woman. Is she going to be alright?" Carmen held up her hand. "Don't worry captain. I had to give her a little pinch and tie her up but she's fine. Just a little naked is all. She's in a dumpster in an alley by the diner across the street. I apologise for assaulting a fellow American sir but I did what I had to do." Behind her the door opened to reveal Claire carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
Shaking his head, Harrison took his coffee blowing it softly before taking a sip. "Stealing another woman's clothes? That sounds both mighty resourceful and like some damn underhanded trick the commies would pull on us." Carmen chuckled taking up her mug, taking a small measure. "Well, the CIA trains it's female agents to be both versatile and resourceful, sir." Leaning back into his chair the captain smiled. "Well, I'am glad you're on our side then. You're a damned hero in my book, ma'am. When you get back stateside I will recommend you for a medal." Carmen crossed her legs. "While I'am flattered sir. It's enough that I have served my adopted home and done something to prevent another World War." The captain nodded handing her back her camera. "Well spoken, Ms Aguilar. If only half my sailors had your gumption. Well I better get on the horn to Langley as soon as possible. They will want to debrief you and make sure those photos get to the president. Oh and get someone to rescue that naked sailor." Leaning back as the captain picked up his phone, Carmen smiled taking a sip from her coffee feeling pride swell in her breast. Never had she felt more proud to be both Cuban and an American.
