WW2 Spy Stories:- One Night in Athens ( A Request by Arc)
Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2023 10:52 am
This is the last of the spy stories involving the axis powers, this time featuring the SIM( Military Intelligence Service) of fascist Italy. It is 1940 and here newly minted operative Isabella Auditoré, the daughter of a prominent Geraca, a high ranking party member, is given a critical mission. She must infiltrate a gala at the British Embassy in Athens, to retrieve sensitive information from an inside source. It sounds like a simple, easy mission but as Isabella is about to discover nothing is simple in the espionage game. This is her story...
Monday 27th October 1940 10:00am The Italian Embassy, Athens
" The ambassador will see you now, Lieutenant Auditoré." Said the young secretary as her head appeared from behind the wooden door of the Ambassador's office, Isabella flashed her a quick smile as she walked towards the door, catching a quick reflection of herself in the glass cabinet behind the secretaries desk. At 23, Isabella was a looker with high cheekbones, supple olive skin and angular features, almond shaped hazel eyes, her medium length raven coloured hair flowed in curls about her shoulders. She had joined the SIM, not out of any sense of patriotism but for the thrill of travelling to exotic locales and being different people. The fact that Isabella's father, Giovanni, was a Geraca a high ranking official in the fascist party of Benito Mussolini had also helped her case with him securing her an officer's commission. Isabella passed the pretty secretary as she held open the door for her, as she approached Gino Campinelli the Italian Ambassador to Greece and friend of her father's. "Isabella, Mia Cara" Ambassador Campinelli, clicked his heels together flashing her a quick party salute, which Isabella, before walking around his desk. "How long as it been? Two no three years? How you have grown." He said embracing her in a hug, kissing both cheeks. "Zio Gino, it's been three years since my family hosted you at our estate." Isabella replied as she pulled out of the embrace. "How is your father? Enjoying the fresh mountain air around Milan, I trust?" The ambassador said gesturing for her to sit. "He is doing well, in fact he's pleased to get out of Rome. He was never one for the city." Isabella lit a cigarette, taking a small drag as the Ambassador helped himself to a glass of brandy. "And yourself, Bella? I trust you are enjoying your new posting with the SIM? When I requested an operative for a sensitive operation, I would never have guessed they send you." The ambassador took a measure of his brandy, as Isabella blew out a stream of blue smoke. " I have been looking forward for a test of my abilities, zio. When I was offered this assignment, I had to jump." The ambassador smiled as he took a snifter of brandy. "You were always an outdoor girl, Bella. The SIM are lucky to have you, in their ranks. Which brings me to the reason, you are here."
Isabella stubbed out her cigarette, leaning forward as the ambassador briefed her. " I'am sure the SIM briefed you on the political situation in Athens." Isabella nodded, allowing him to continue. "The fascists are new here, and Metaxas, like our beloved Il Ducé inspires his people through fervent nationalism but he has a secret. He relies heavily on British subsidies and according to an asset in the British Embassy Greek officials are being bribed by British businessmen to gain more favourable contracts." Isabella smiled as she leaned forward. " With that information, we could force the Greeks into capitulation and compliance to Rome. Or if they won't play nice, we leak the information and Metaxas will lose face he will be forced to attack the British. We of course being fellow fascists, will be there for them in their hour of need." The ambassador laughed, gesturing with his finger. " Sharp as ever, Mia Cara! Your mission is to infiltrate a gala at the British Embassy tonight and retrieve the documents, from our British contact. His name is Stokes, and he will be wearing a red rose in his lapel. We have already paid him off, so all you have to do is meet with him. The contact phrase is 'Do you like the works of the great Caravaggio?' He should reply with ' He is one of my favourites but I like all the works of the Italian masters.' " Isabella took out another cigarette, but didn't light it. Nodding as she memorised the phrase. "What's the rules of engagement, zio?" The ambassador leaned back in his chair. "We don't want any deaths, which would leave to many awkward questions, Bella. I'am sure that won't be an issue." Isabella lit her cigarette, shaking her head. "Not at all, zio. I personally detest the idea of killing. When I acquire a disguise, I prefer to take a girl down gently." After finishing his brandy, the ambassador rose to his feet. "Well, I believe all that's left for me to do is to wish you Bueno Fortuna, Bella." He said he embraced Isabella a second time. "Grazie, zio. I will not let you, down. arrivederci." She said as the ambassador bade her farewell. Taking a drag from her cigarette, Isabella swept from the room as the secretary opened the door for her.
Later than night, 21:00pm. The British Embassy, Athens
Isabella crouched low in the bushes across the street from the British Embassy crickets chirruping their chorus, as she scanned for a suitable disguise. There were a number of women in evening dresses that were Isabella's size, but many were in groups and it would be too risky to pull one of them into the shadows. Suddenly the sound of an engine, caused Isabella to duck into the bushes as a bus pulled up near the rear service area. Isabella crept across the street towards the bus, trying to get a closer look. A group of Greek Syrtos dancers, three men and three women, emerged from the bus the men were of no interest to Isabella but the women were. They were dressed in the traditional Sarakatsana costume which consisted of a white loose billowing shirt and matching knee length skirt, a black segouni coat with red inside lining and a red and black apron with gold threaded lining. A red cloth headdress and gold necklace hung about her neck, with black sensible shoes completed the look. Isabella smiled as one of the young girls, a particularly fetching young local girl with supple tanned skin, slender cheekbones rounded features and big brown pretty eyes who looked to be her size, come towards her hiding place clutching a pack of cigarettes. Isabella prepared her chloroform as the girl neared her position.
Konstantina Galifianakis, was desperate for her fix of nicotine as she approached what seemed to be a quiet corner away from prying eyes. At 22, Konstantina worked as a secretary at the interior ministry but was a member of a Syrtos dance troupe in her spare time. She along with her 5 other members of her troupe, had been hired to perform tonight at the British Embassy to celebrate the friendship between the two nations especially in light of the looming threat from Italy and their ally Nazi Germany. As she reached the bushes, Konstantina turned to light her cigarette but before she could she felt a wet rag clamp over her mouth and nose. "Shh! Bella Donna. Just relax, I'am not going to hurt you just take a deep breath." Whispered an Italian accent in her ear, as she was pulled into the bushes. Konstantina fought to hold her breathe, but didn't count on her attacker grab her breast with her left hand causing to breathe deep in a muffled cry of arousal. Konstantina felt the fumes from the rag, enter her lungs and overcome her as she slumped unconscious into her attackers arms her arms hanging limply to her sides.
Isabella gently lowered the sleeping dancer to the ground, as she removed the dampened cloth from the girl's face. "You are a pretty one aren't you, bella donna, let's get you out of those clothes." She said as she caressed the unconscious Greek girls face, she would be out for at least 3 hours enough time for Isabella to complete her mission. Isabella quickly stripped out of her clothes, down to her underwear, then she started to undress the Greek dancer. Isabella removed the girls shoes, necklace, apron and headscarf revealing long beautiful raven coloured hair, of a similar shade to Isabella's, braided into a long ponytail. After loosening the girls braids, copying the look, Isabella leant the girl's body against hers and slipped the black segouni coat off her slender shoulders, then unbuttoned the billowing loose shirt, pulling it loose one arm at a time and revealing a well developed pair of C-cup breasts enveloped in a white lace frilled bra. Belissima tits, my dear I have had a feel myself." Isabella gently lowered the half naked unconscious girl to the ground, and rolled her onto her side, unfastening her matching skirt and peeling the loose garment from her hips, down her long tanned dancers legs. Isabella stood over the scantily clad sleeping dancer, clad only in her matching white frilly lace trim bra and matching briefs, admiring her tanned slim althetic body as she got dressed in her stolen dancer's costume. When she was finished, Isabella dragged the unconscious girl into the bushes concealing her body, along with her discarded clothes then walked out of the bushes towards the troupe of Syrtos dancers. Using her disguise, Isabella fell into step behind them as they entered the British Embassy's service entrance.
As Isabella dressed in her stolen costume, followed the dance troupe through the embassy she weighed up her options. She knew she needed a new disguise, Isabella didn't speak a word of Greek and couldn't dance the Syrtos besides the outfit wasn't exactly conspicuous. She couldn't approach her contact, not dressed like this without arousing suspicion. As the group entered the main foyer, Isabella gently slipped out of the group and melted into the throng of the party. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd, looking for an opportunity to acquire another disguise. Isabella caught sight of her contact, Stokes a thin blonde haired main wearing a tuxedo with a red rose, in his lapel standing near the drinks table. Suddenly, Isabella saw a young woman dressed in a low cut black dress that came down below her knees, with a gold necklace, dangling gold earrings and matching dress watch on her left wrist, her long legs covered in black stockings and black high heels. Isabella appraised the woman, she was a looker with sculptured cheekbones heart shaped features and big blue eyes, her blonde hair worked into a sensible knot. Isabella overheard the woman, who spoke in a Swiss accent, talk about going to the womens restroom to freshen up. Sensing her opportunity, Isabella melted from the crowd discreetly following the woman into the ladies restroom.
Sabrina Bachmann took out her makeup bag, looking to reapply her blush as she stood in the women's restroom looking back at her reflection. At 24, Sabrina was the wife of the Swiss ambassador Gunther Bachmann and was here with her husband, who were both invited to the Gala at the British Embassy this evening. It was the 5 such Gala she had attended in the course of the last week, only two nights ago she attended a Gala at the Embassy of Nazi Germany, but she had to admit she preferred the hospitality of the British better. As she took out her lipstick, Sabrina was seized from behind by a young woman wearing a traditional Sarakatsana costume who had clamped a hand over her mouth, snaking an arm her slender throat, muffling her cry of surprise. "That's a nice dress, Bella. But I think it will look better on me." The woman said in a menacing Italian accent, as she tightened her arm around Sabrina's throat, she could feel the blood and oxygen being cut off from her brain. Sabrina's struggles got weaker and weaker as her beautiful attacker tightened her grip, until she let out a small muffled rattle as she fell unconscious limply in the Italian woman's arms. Isabella Auditoré smiled as she dragged the unconscious Swiss woman into the cubicle behind them.
"Well, Mia Cara. Let's get you out of that lovely dress." Isabella said as she sat the unconscious blonde woman on the toilet bowl, caressing her beautiful face. She quickly stripped out of her stolen Greek costume, including her underwear before turning her attention to the Swiss woman. Isabella stripped off the unconscious woman's jewellery, putting it on herself before loosening her elegant knot copying the style, then slipped off the woman's heels. Satisfied that she and the unconscious woman shared similar shoe size, Isabella loosed the straps of the woman's dress from her shoulders peeling the garment down her slim petite body, past her shapely hips and off her stocking covered legs. "You have a beautiful body, Bella. You are certainly brave, for going braless." Isabella remarked to the half naked blonde woman, sitting on the toilet bowl her firm C-cup breasts with perky circular pink areolas on display, clad only in her black lace low waisted panties with matching stockings and suspenders. "Sorry, Bella. I will be needed your underwear as well." Isabella knelt by the unconscious blonde, unclipping her stockings before she rolled them down her long legs one at a time, then whipped off her lace underwear exposing a small pink clit with a trimmed strip of golden public hair. After pulling up the stolen panties, Isabella removed the woman's suspender belt from around her hips, then rolled up the stolen stockings clipping them on. As she finished slipping into her stolen dress, Isabella admired the trim petite naked body of her victim, finding the curves and pale skin appealing. Now fully dressed, Isabella tore her stolen Greek costume into strips binding the blondes wrists and ankles, gagging her with the red head scarf. With the unconscious naked blonde secured, Isabella gave her a parting kiss on the cheek. "Grazie, my dear. Your dress looks better on me. Ciao." She said as she closed the cubicle door on the unconscious naked woman. Isabella walked up to the woman's make up bag, using her makeup to look the part of a party guest. When she was finished, Isabella smiled at her own reflection. "Looking good, Bella, looking good." She to herself under her breath, as replaced her stolen makeup back in her new handbag looping it over her shoulder before she exited the women's bathroom, snapping off the lock of the door tossing it into a nearby vase. It was time to meet her contact.
Now appropriately dressed for the occasion, Isabella approached her contact ignoring the slight commotion as the Syrtos dancers realised they were one short. She locked eyes with Stokes as she approached the drinks table. "Good evening, Miss. How are you enjoying the party?" He said as she helped herself to some champagne, and a wafer of caviar. " Isabella, charmed to be sure." Isabella said holding out her hand, which Stokes took and kissed."Harry Stokes, a pleasure to be sure." He replied, as he let go of her hand. Isabella took a sip of her champagne. "It's a fine evening, but I feel it's somewhat lacking. Needs some more art." She said slightly nibbling on her caviar covered wafer. Stokes cocked his head slightly. smiling. "That's no a local accent, is it Isabella? Tell me what do you mean by art?" Isabella took a gentle sip of the champagne, finding it too sweet she set it down on the table. "You have a good ear, Mr Stokes. I wonder do you like the works of the great Caravaggio?" She said finishing off her caviar wafer, a look of recognition passed over Stokes' eyes. " He is one of my favourites, but I like all of the works of the Italian masters. Please, miss if you would follow me to my office I have your lost bag." He replied with the contact phrase, as he held out his arm Isabella nodded as she fell into step besides Stokes as he led her to his office, on the first floor.
" Smart of the SIM to send a female operative, we British tend to overlook women. I take it you are the reason we don't have the dancers delighting us with their dancing." Stokes said as he closed the door to his office behind them. "Her outfit was the best way to infiltrate the embassy, don't worry I took her down gently. She is in the bushes outside, but she is going to have one hell of a headache after." Stokes smiled at her reply as he bent to retrieve a black satchel. " And the wife of the Swiss ambassador? That is her dress and jewellery you are wearing?" Isabella crossed her arms over her C-cup breasts, displaying her ample cleavage. "It was a very nice dress, and there is no way I was meeting you dressed as some dancer. I needed some style and elegance. Besides she is a little tied up at the moment." Stokes laughed as he retrieved the satchel. "Well it looks better on you then it did her." His eyes glanced towards her cleavage, as he handed her the satchel. "It's all in there, the dossier with all the names of British nationals paying off the Metaxas regime plus all the transactions they made over the past few years. That should be enough to make Metaxas squirm and put your people in the ascendancy. Please commend my thanks to your ambassador, the £10,000 pounds he paid was very generous." Isabella smiled as she looped the satchel over her shoulder. "A pleasure doing business with you, Senoré Stokes." Before she turned to leave, Stokes held up a hand. " Please Senorá Isabella, may I have the pleasure to escort you to the exit. It won't look too suspicious if we both walk out of here together." He said, holding out his hand. Isabella took it smiling. "Lead on, senoré." Stokes gently took her hand, as he opened his office door leading her out into the corridor beyond before closing the door behind them. It took five minutes for the couple to find their way to the front exit of the embassy, ignoring the increased commotion as the Swiss ambassador as speaking to a group of embassy staff, distraught at the sudden disappearance of his wife. They walked down the steps of the embassy, feeling the warm breeze of the evening on their faces. "I wish you a safe trip back to the embassy, Miss. Please send my regards to your Ambassador." Stokes said as they embraced. "Have a pleasant evening, Senoré Stokes." Isabella kissed him gently on the cheek, as they pulled out of the embrace, before she turned on her heel walk towards the Embassy gates making her way to her parked car.
The Italian Embassy, Athens 22:00pm
With a wide grin etched on her face, the satchel with the documents that would secure Italian dominance in the Mediterranean looped over her shoulder, Isabella approached her Uncle Gino's secretary. "I need to see the Ambassador, I have urgent news for him. The mission critical intelligence is in my possession." She said, gently setting down the satchel on the desk. The secretary fixed her with a sympathetic stare, the look on her face grave. "My apologies, lieutenant but the Ambassador as already left to hand our formal declaration of war to Metaxas and the Greek government, he has been gone an hour." The woman said, an awkward expression on her pretty face. All the elation that Isabella had felt left her, dropping like a stone in the ocean she looked despondent. "So your telling me, that all I have done, all I have risked as been for nothing. Why did Uncle Gino betray me like this..." Isabella felt her disbelief, well into anger in her breast. Sensing her discomfort the secretary got up, laying her hand on her shoulder. "Its ok, señora , our divisions are mobilising, we will crush the Metaxas and the Greeks then it's the turn of the British. I doubt the information in that dossier, would have helped anyway." Suddenly, Isabella let out a cry of rage. "I'am surrounded by idiots and warmongers! Curse you all! A pox on my uncle Gino and Benito Mussolini!" She screamed as she shrugged off the secretaries sympathetic hand, storming out of the antechamber slamming the wooden door behind her. Isabella felt rage as she realised her own side had sank their own plans, that all she had risked was for nothing. Thanks to them, her mission had failed. Well, there was only one thing for it thought Isabella, she needed a stiff drink. The champagne and caviar had left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Monday 27th October 1940 10:00am The Italian Embassy, Athens
" The ambassador will see you now, Lieutenant Auditoré." Said the young secretary as her head appeared from behind the wooden door of the Ambassador's office, Isabella flashed her a quick smile as she walked towards the door, catching a quick reflection of herself in the glass cabinet behind the secretaries desk. At 23, Isabella was a looker with high cheekbones, supple olive skin and angular features, almond shaped hazel eyes, her medium length raven coloured hair flowed in curls about her shoulders. She had joined the SIM, not out of any sense of patriotism but for the thrill of travelling to exotic locales and being different people. The fact that Isabella's father, Giovanni, was a Geraca a high ranking official in the fascist party of Benito Mussolini had also helped her case with him securing her an officer's commission. Isabella passed the pretty secretary as she held open the door for her, as she approached Gino Campinelli the Italian Ambassador to Greece and friend of her father's. "Isabella, Mia Cara" Ambassador Campinelli, clicked his heels together flashing her a quick party salute, which Isabella, before walking around his desk. "How long as it been? Two no three years? How you have grown." He said embracing her in a hug, kissing both cheeks. "Zio Gino, it's been three years since my family hosted you at our estate." Isabella replied as she pulled out of the embrace. "How is your father? Enjoying the fresh mountain air around Milan, I trust?" The ambassador said gesturing for her to sit. "He is doing well, in fact he's pleased to get out of Rome. He was never one for the city." Isabella lit a cigarette, taking a small drag as the Ambassador helped himself to a glass of brandy. "And yourself, Bella? I trust you are enjoying your new posting with the SIM? When I requested an operative for a sensitive operation, I would never have guessed they send you." The ambassador took a measure of his brandy, as Isabella blew out a stream of blue smoke. " I have been looking forward for a test of my abilities, zio. When I was offered this assignment, I had to jump." The ambassador smiled as he took a snifter of brandy. "You were always an outdoor girl, Bella. The SIM are lucky to have you, in their ranks. Which brings me to the reason, you are here."
Isabella stubbed out her cigarette, leaning forward as the ambassador briefed her. " I'am sure the SIM briefed you on the political situation in Athens." Isabella nodded, allowing him to continue. "The fascists are new here, and Metaxas, like our beloved Il Ducé inspires his people through fervent nationalism but he has a secret. He relies heavily on British subsidies and according to an asset in the British Embassy Greek officials are being bribed by British businessmen to gain more favourable contracts." Isabella smiled as she leaned forward. " With that information, we could force the Greeks into capitulation and compliance to Rome. Or if they won't play nice, we leak the information and Metaxas will lose face he will be forced to attack the British. We of course being fellow fascists, will be there for them in their hour of need." The ambassador laughed, gesturing with his finger. " Sharp as ever, Mia Cara! Your mission is to infiltrate a gala at the British Embassy tonight and retrieve the documents, from our British contact. His name is Stokes, and he will be wearing a red rose in his lapel. We have already paid him off, so all you have to do is meet with him. The contact phrase is 'Do you like the works of the great Caravaggio?' He should reply with ' He is one of my favourites but I like all the works of the Italian masters.' " Isabella took out another cigarette, but didn't light it. Nodding as she memorised the phrase. "What's the rules of engagement, zio?" The ambassador leaned back in his chair. "We don't want any deaths, which would leave to many awkward questions, Bella. I'am sure that won't be an issue." Isabella lit her cigarette, shaking her head. "Not at all, zio. I personally detest the idea of killing. When I acquire a disguise, I prefer to take a girl down gently." After finishing his brandy, the ambassador rose to his feet. "Well, I believe all that's left for me to do is to wish you Bueno Fortuna, Bella." He said he embraced Isabella a second time. "Grazie, zio. I will not let you, down. arrivederci." She said as the ambassador bade her farewell. Taking a drag from her cigarette, Isabella swept from the room as the secretary opened the door for her.
Later than night, 21:00pm. The British Embassy, Athens
Isabella crouched low in the bushes across the street from the British Embassy crickets chirruping their chorus, as she scanned for a suitable disguise. There were a number of women in evening dresses that were Isabella's size, but many were in groups and it would be too risky to pull one of them into the shadows. Suddenly the sound of an engine, caused Isabella to duck into the bushes as a bus pulled up near the rear service area. Isabella crept across the street towards the bus, trying to get a closer look. A group of Greek Syrtos dancers, three men and three women, emerged from the bus the men were of no interest to Isabella but the women were. They were dressed in the traditional Sarakatsana costume which consisted of a white loose billowing shirt and matching knee length skirt, a black segouni coat with red inside lining and a red and black apron with gold threaded lining. A red cloth headdress and gold necklace hung about her neck, with black sensible shoes completed the look. Isabella smiled as one of the young girls, a particularly fetching young local girl with supple tanned skin, slender cheekbones rounded features and big brown pretty eyes who looked to be her size, come towards her hiding place clutching a pack of cigarettes. Isabella prepared her chloroform as the girl neared her position.
Konstantina Galifianakis, was desperate for her fix of nicotine as she approached what seemed to be a quiet corner away from prying eyes. At 22, Konstantina worked as a secretary at the interior ministry but was a member of a Syrtos dance troupe in her spare time. She along with her 5 other members of her troupe, had been hired to perform tonight at the British Embassy to celebrate the friendship between the two nations especially in light of the looming threat from Italy and their ally Nazi Germany. As she reached the bushes, Konstantina turned to light her cigarette but before she could she felt a wet rag clamp over her mouth and nose. "Shh! Bella Donna. Just relax, I'am not going to hurt you just take a deep breath." Whispered an Italian accent in her ear, as she was pulled into the bushes. Konstantina fought to hold her breathe, but didn't count on her attacker grab her breast with her left hand causing to breathe deep in a muffled cry of arousal. Konstantina felt the fumes from the rag, enter her lungs and overcome her as she slumped unconscious into her attackers arms her arms hanging limply to her sides.
Isabella gently lowered the sleeping dancer to the ground, as she removed the dampened cloth from the girl's face. "You are a pretty one aren't you, bella donna, let's get you out of those clothes." She said as she caressed the unconscious Greek girls face, she would be out for at least 3 hours enough time for Isabella to complete her mission. Isabella quickly stripped out of her clothes, down to her underwear, then she started to undress the Greek dancer. Isabella removed the girls shoes, necklace, apron and headscarf revealing long beautiful raven coloured hair, of a similar shade to Isabella's, braided into a long ponytail. After loosening the girls braids, copying the look, Isabella leant the girl's body against hers and slipped the black segouni coat off her slender shoulders, then unbuttoned the billowing loose shirt, pulling it loose one arm at a time and revealing a well developed pair of C-cup breasts enveloped in a white lace frilled bra. Belissima tits, my dear I have had a feel myself." Isabella gently lowered the half naked unconscious girl to the ground, and rolled her onto her side, unfastening her matching skirt and peeling the loose garment from her hips, down her long tanned dancers legs. Isabella stood over the scantily clad sleeping dancer, clad only in her matching white frilly lace trim bra and matching briefs, admiring her tanned slim althetic body as she got dressed in her stolen dancer's costume. When she was finished, Isabella dragged the unconscious girl into the bushes concealing her body, along with her discarded clothes then walked out of the bushes towards the troupe of Syrtos dancers. Using her disguise, Isabella fell into step behind them as they entered the British Embassy's service entrance.
As Isabella dressed in her stolen costume, followed the dance troupe through the embassy she weighed up her options. She knew she needed a new disguise, Isabella didn't speak a word of Greek and couldn't dance the Syrtos besides the outfit wasn't exactly conspicuous. She couldn't approach her contact, not dressed like this without arousing suspicion. As the group entered the main foyer, Isabella gently slipped out of the group and melted into the throng of the party. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd, looking for an opportunity to acquire another disguise. Isabella caught sight of her contact, Stokes a thin blonde haired main wearing a tuxedo with a red rose, in his lapel standing near the drinks table. Suddenly, Isabella saw a young woman dressed in a low cut black dress that came down below her knees, with a gold necklace, dangling gold earrings and matching dress watch on her left wrist, her long legs covered in black stockings and black high heels. Isabella appraised the woman, she was a looker with sculptured cheekbones heart shaped features and big blue eyes, her blonde hair worked into a sensible knot. Isabella overheard the woman, who spoke in a Swiss accent, talk about going to the womens restroom to freshen up. Sensing her opportunity, Isabella melted from the crowd discreetly following the woman into the ladies restroom.
Sabrina Bachmann took out her makeup bag, looking to reapply her blush as she stood in the women's restroom looking back at her reflection. At 24, Sabrina was the wife of the Swiss ambassador Gunther Bachmann and was here with her husband, who were both invited to the Gala at the British Embassy this evening. It was the 5 such Gala she had attended in the course of the last week, only two nights ago she attended a Gala at the Embassy of Nazi Germany, but she had to admit she preferred the hospitality of the British better. As she took out her lipstick, Sabrina was seized from behind by a young woman wearing a traditional Sarakatsana costume who had clamped a hand over her mouth, snaking an arm her slender throat, muffling her cry of surprise. "That's a nice dress, Bella. But I think it will look better on me." The woman said in a menacing Italian accent, as she tightened her arm around Sabrina's throat, she could feel the blood and oxygen being cut off from her brain. Sabrina's struggles got weaker and weaker as her beautiful attacker tightened her grip, until she let out a small muffled rattle as she fell unconscious limply in the Italian woman's arms. Isabella Auditoré smiled as she dragged the unconscious Swiss woman into the cubicle behind them.
"Well, Mia Cara. Let's get you out of that lovely dress." Isabella said as she sat the unconscious blonde woman on the toilet bowl, caressing her beautiful face. She quickly stripped out of her stolen Greek costume, including her underwear before turning her attention to the Swiss woman. Isabella stripped off the unconscious woman's jewellery, putting it on herself before loosening her elegant knot copying the style, then slipped off the woman's heels. Satisfied that she and the unconscious woman shared similar shoe size, Isabella loosed the straps of the woman's dress from her shoulders peeling the garment down her slim petite body, past her shapely hips and off her stocking covered legs. "You have a beautiful body, Bella. You are certainly brave, for going braless." Isabella remarked to the half naked blonde woman, sitting on the toilet bowl her firm C-cup breasts with perky circular pink areolas on display, clad only in her black lace low waisted panties with matching stockings and suspenders. "Sorry, Bella. I will be needed your underwear as well." Isabella knelt by the unconscious blonde, unclipping her stockings before she rolled them down her long legs one at a time, then whipped off her lace underwear exposing a small pink clit with a trimmed strip of golden public hair. After pulling up the stolen panties, Isabella removed the woman's suspender belt from around her hips, then rolled up the stolen stockings clipping them on. As she finished slipping into her stolen dress, Isabella admired the trim petite naked body of her victim, finding the curves and pale skin appealing. Now fully dressed, Isabella tore her stolen Greek costume into strips binding the blondes wrists and ankles, gagging her with the red head scarf. With the unconscious naked blonde secured, Isabella gave her a parting kiss on the cheek. "Grazie, my dear. Your dress looks better on me. Ciao." She said as she closed the cubicle door on the unconscious naked woman. Isabella walked up to the woman's make up bag, using her makeup to look the part of a party guest. When she was finished, Isabella smiled at her own reflection. "Looking good, Bella, looking good." She to herself under her breath, as replaced her stolen makeup back in her new handbag looping it over her shoulder before she exited the women's bathroom, snapping off the lock of the door tossing it into a nearby vase. It was time to meet her contact.
Now appropriately dressed for the occasion, Isabella approached her contact ignoring the slight commotion as the Syrtos dancers realised they were one short. She locked eyes with Stokes as she approached the drinks table. "Good evening, Miss. How are you enjoying the party?" He said as she helped herself to some champagne, and a wafer of caviar. " Isabella, charmed to be sure." Isabella said holding out her hand, which Stokes took and kissed."Harry Stokes, a pleasure to be sure." He replied, as he let go of her hand. Isabella took a sip of her champagne. "It's a fine evening, but I feel it's somewhat lacking. Needs some more art." She said slightly nibbling on her caviar covered wafer. Stokes cocked his head slightly. smiling. "That's no a local accent, is it Isabella? Tell me what do you mean by art?" Isabella took a gentle sip of the champagne, finding it too sweet she set it down on the table. "You have a good ear, Mr Stokes. I wonder do you like the works of the great Caravaggio?" She said finishing off her caviar wafer, a look of recognition passed over Stokes' eyes. " He is one of my favourites, but I like all of the works of the Italian masters. Please, miss if you would follow me to my office I have your lost bag." He replied with the contact phrase, as he held out his arm Isabella nodded as she fell into step besides Stokes as he led her to his office, on the first floor.
" Smart of the SIM to send a female operative, we British tend to overlook women. I take it you are the reason we don't have the dancers delighting us with their dancing." Stokes said as he closed the door to his office behind them. "Her outfit was the best way to infiltrate the embassy, don't worry I took her down gently. She is in the bushes outside, but she is going to have one hell of a headache after." Stokes smiled at her reply as he bent to retrieve a black satchel. " And the wife of the Swiss ambassador? That is her dress and jewellery you are wearing?" Isabella crossed her arms over her C-cup breasts, displaying her ample cleavage. "It was a very nice dress, and there is no way I was meeting you dressed as some dancer. I needed some style and elegance. Besides she is a little tied up at the moment." Stokes laughed as he retrieved the satchel. "Well it looks better on you then it did her." His eyes glanced towards her cleavage, as he handed her the satchel. "It's all in there, the dossier with all the names of British nationals paying off the Metaxas regime plus all the transactions they made over the past few years. That should be enough to make Metaxas squirm and put your people in the ascendancy. Please commend my thanks to your ambassador, the £10,000 pounds he paid was very generous." Isabella smiled as she looped the satchel over her shoulder. "A pleasure doing business with you, Senoré Stokes." Before she turned to leave, Stokes held up a hand. " Please Senorá Isabella, may I have the pleasure to escort you to the exit. It won't look too suspicious if we both walk out of here together." He said, holding out his hand. Isabella took it smiling. "Lead on, senoré." Stokes gently took her hand, as he opened his office door leading her out into the corridor beyond before closing the door behind them. It took five minutes for the couple to find their way to the front exit of the embassy, ignoring the increased commotion as the Swiss ambassador as speaking to a group of embassy staff, distraught at the sudden disappearance of his wife. They walked down the steps of the embassy, feeling the warm breeze of the evening on their faces. "I wish you a safe trip back to the embassy, Miss. Please send my regards to your Ambassador." Stokes said as they embraced. "Have a pleasant evening, Senoré Stokes." Isabella kissed him gently on the cheek, as they pulled out of the embrace, before she turned on her heel walk towards the Embassy gates making her way to her parked car.
The Italian Embassy, Athens 22:00pm
With a wide grin etched on her face, the satchel with the documents that would secure Italian dominance in the Mediterranean looped over her shoulder, Isabella approached her Uncle Gino's secretary. "I need to see the Ambassador, I have urgent news for him. The mission critical intelligence is in my possession." She said, gently setting down the satchel on the desk. The secretary fixed her with a sympathetic stare, the look on her face grave. "My apologies, lieutenant but the Ambassador as already left to hand our formal declaration of war to Metaxas and the Greek government, he has been gone an hour." The woman said, an awkward expression on her pretty face. All the elation that Isabella had felt left her, dropping like a stone in the ocean she looked despondent. "So your telling me, that all I have done, all I have risked as been for nothing. Why did Uncle Gino betray me like this..." Isabella felt her disbelief, well into anger in her breast. Sensing her discomfort the secretary got up, laying her hand on her shoulder. "Its ok, señora , our divisions are mobilising, we will crush the Metaxas and the Greeks then it's the turn of the British. I doubt the information in that dossier, would have helped anyway." Suddenly, Isabella let out a cry of rage. "I'am surrounded by idiots and warmongers! Curse you all! A pox on my uncle Gino and Benito Mussolini!" She screamed as she shrugged off the secretaries sympathetic hand, storming out of the antechamber slamming the wooden door behind her. Isabella felt rage as she realised her own side had sank their own plans, that all she had risked was for nothing. Thanks to them, her mission had failed. Well, there was only one thing for it thought Isabella, she needed a stiff drink. The champagne and caviar had left a bitter taste in her mouth.
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