Shahnaz Akbari and the Persian Shinobi
Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2024 11:11 pm
This story was based on the images I found on the Internet of the Iranian ninjas. I would like to thank my friend on the USB discord for introducing me to this images and making this story possible. Here Iranian-American CIA agent Shahnaz Akbari as been ordered to Iran to infiltrate an Iranian female ninja school, near Tehran. Shahnaz's superiors have heard disturbing rumours online about the nature of these schools. However, as Shahnaz is about to discover even the CIA can get things wrong. This is her story...
CIA Headquarters, Langley Virginia Wednesday 24th April 2024 11:00am
"Seriously? Iranian ninja girls? I can't honestly believe that's a thing, are we certain that this is even credible." CIA agent Shahnaz Akbari said as she sat in the office of her handler Zachary Paulson, receiving her latest mission briefing from the plasma television in hjs office. "It's the internet, Shahnaz. Of course it's credible." Shahnaz shook her head. "Well so are dancing cats on YouTube but they are hardly a national security issue, with all due respect sir." Zachary a middle aged balding man wearing a black suit with agency branded tie, sucked on his atomiser. "This is no laughing matter, Akbari." He said blowing out a sickly smoke that was supposed to smell like bubblegum, which made Shahnaz cough. "This even as the joint chiefs worried. They believe, as do I, that the Ayatollah is training these girls to be Shinobi to infiltrate the US to commit to long term covert operations to sabotage our interests." Waving the smoke from her face, Shahnaz leant forward. "Sir, my parents fled from Iran because they were Shia who spoke out against the regime. You must know that women like me are barely literate in the Islamic Republic." At 24 Shahnaz was the daughter of traditional Shia Muslims who fled persecution from the predominantly Sunni regime, seeking sanctuary in the USA settling down in Virginia. Growing up an all American girl, her high schools cheer captain, Shahnaz rebelled against the traditionalist upbringing of her parents. Refusing to wear a hijab, eating bacon for breakfast and going out to clubs mingling with cute guys and girls, drinking alcohol religiously. Shahnaz had enlisted with the 82nd Airborne, meeting her fiancé who her parents never approved of, and eventually was tempted into the CIA with a desire to serve her country, specialising in the art of disguise and infiltration . Shahnaz was a beautiful example of a Persian woman with high cheekbones, tanned brown skin, heart shaped features and almond shaped big brown eyes. Her medium length jet black hair hung about her shoulders. Paulson took another suck from his atomiser. "Either way. Your orders are to infiltrate this school and ascertain whether they are threat to national security. Given your specialisations, this should be right up your wheelhouse. You should blend right in." Zachary blew out another sickly white cloud as Shahnaz lent back. "Because of the worsening relations between the US and IRI, you need to infiltrate the nation covertly." Shahnaz smiled tenting her fingers. "Which means I get a free flight, courtesy of the right uniform." Zachary placed his atomiser on the desk. "Whatever you do, take the women down gently. No corpses, I have enough paperwork as it is and don't let on your CIA. We don't want to give anyone else more ammunition to use against us. " Shahnaz nodded. "Understood, chief. Non-lethal is how I roll. I won't let you down." Paulson folded his hands on his desk, smiling. "That's what I like to hear, once your in Tehran report to the station house for further orders. Dismissed and good luck Akbari." He said holding out his hand. Shaking his hand tightly, Shahnaz swept from the room.
Dulles International Airport one hour later
Shahnaz glanced up the departure times as she stood in the central terminal, spotting a suitable flight Emirates EM2897 to Tehran departing in one hour. She smiled all she needed was a suitable uniform. Shahnaz had studied the case history of legendary Italian-american CIA agent Claudia Grayson-Salvatore, who operated in Italy during the late 60s, 70s and early 80s pioneering the use of disguise for female agents. You could say she was Shahnaz's heroine. The sound of clacking heels drew her attention, she turned to she an attractive young Emirates stewardess. An emirati by descent, with slightly darker tanned skin rounded features, with sculptured cheekbones and sparkling hazel eyes, the girl was dressed in a uniform that consisted of a matching cream blazer, underwhich she wore a white blouse, with a badge labelled "Trainee" on her left breast and skirt that came to the knee with red pleats. Perched on her head was a red pillbox hat with white scarf dangling down, over her dark brown hair braided into a bun, with matching red high heels. The girl ducked into a nearby ladies bathroom, Shahnaz smiled the girl was exactly her size. All she needed to do was to find out where she was going. Shahnaz looped her bag over shoulder as she followed the stewardess into the bathroom locking the door behind her.
Emirates trainee stewardess Aaliyah Kumar felt excited as she applied some blusher on her cheeks, it was her first flight after recieving her uniform. She would be going to Tehran of all places, granted it wasn't her first choice of destination being an Arab in a Persian nation, a repressive one at that, but she didn't have a choice. Besides, she was only 21 and finally free of her parents traditions, she couldn't wait to taste alcohol. The sound of the door to the bathroom opening drew her attention, she looked in the mirror to see a very beautiful Persian woman who smiled at her. "You're a stewardess? What's your name?" She asked rinsing her hands. Aaliyah blushed when the woman smile, by Allah she was a looker. "Aaliyah Kumar, no just a trainee. But I hope to be one day, who are you?" The woman smiled flashing perfect teeth, her American accent melted the Arab stewardess. "Call me Shahnaz. You're accent, it's emirati am I right? It's beautiful." Blushing , Aaliyah picked up her lipstick. "Going anywhere interesting, Aaliyah?" Shahnaz asked dying her hands on a tower. "The young stewardess paused in applying her lipstick. "Tehran of all places, I'am so looking forward to it." Shahnaz finished drying her hands, placing herself behind the unsuspecting the unsuspecting stewardess. "Is that so? You know I always wanted to be a stewardess, thanks to you I can live that dream. I will be taking your flight instead." Before the confused girl could react, Shahnaz clamped a hand over the woman's mouth dragging her into the cubicle behind them. Aaliyah then felt her vagus nerve being pinched, letting out a muffled cry of arousal as she slumped unconscious into Shahnaz's arms. "Let's get you out of that uniform, honey. I have a plane to catch." She said sitting the sleeping stewardess onto the toilet bowl.
Shahnaz quickly stripped out of her clothes, down to her nude coloured underwear as she began to relieve Aaliyah of her uniform. She removed the unconscious girls hat, shoes and earrings, slipping them on before unfastening the cream jacket pulling it off her shoulders. Unbuttoning Aaliyah's blouse revealed a hint of a sexy white lace floral patterned bralette enveloping small but well formed B-cup breasts. "Hmm? A little racy for an emirati girl, not much of a traditionalist I see. Good for you sweetheart. Just so you know this is nothing personal, just agency business after all." Leaning the unconscious stewardess forward, Shahnaz unzipped the skirt pulling the garment down Aaliyah's lone tanned legs exposing a matching white lace low cut thong. "These are very pricey indeed, I guess someone couldn't wait to get out of their parents shadow." Shahnaz said to unconscious Arab beauty as she finished unbuttoning the blouse, freeing it from her slender shoulders leaving Aaliyah dressed in nothing but her matching sexy white lace underwear, her toned tanned slim body on display. Shahnaz quickly dressed in Aaliyah's uniform, pleased that her hunch about her size was right. When she was finished, Shahnaz loosened the stewardesses hair, copying her braid before taping up the girl's wrists, ankles and silencing her with a gag, with duct tape from her bag. Always come prepared was Shahnaz's motto. With the naked stewardess secured, Shahnaz hauled the scantily glad girl onto her shoulder before depositing her into the broom cupboard along with her clothes and handbag. Snapping off the lock, tossing it under the cubicle Shahnaz placed her roll of duct tape into Aaliyah's handbag then applied some of her makeup. "Hi my name is Aaliyah Kumar, pleasure." She said mimicking the girls accent, before looping her stolen handbag around her shoulders exiting the bathroom, sticking an out of order sign on the door.
24 hours Later CIA Station Tehran 11:00am
After a grueling 16 hour round flight, with a connection from Frankfurt, Shahnaz was rushed off her feet. She reflected that she did Aaliyah a favour in replacing her, there was no way that the naive girl would have been able to handle the pressure. Then again, Shahnaz was thankful she chose the path of an international spy rather than play servant on a plane, avoiding the grab hands of lustful men. Despite all this, she enjoyed getting a free flight at another's expense, Aaliyah wasn't her first stewardess she had robbed and wouldn't be her last. She sat outside waiting for the head of station, Cynthia Critchley to call her in, her stolen Emirates uniform drawing many glances from both genders. After five minutes, Cynthia's pretty secretary called her in. Entering the small dingy office, a fan blowing in the corner, Shahnaz found a middle aged woman with greying blonde hair wearing a tight white buttoned blouse and jeans, sat behind her desk looking up as she entered. "Thank you, Amanda that will be all." The secretary nodded as she closed the door, Cynthia shook Shahnaz's hand. "Greetings Agent Akbari. May I asked why you are dressed like that?" She asked gesturing to her stolen uniform. Shahnaz smiled taking a seat. "I got a free flight and this uniform courtesy of Emirates Airlines." Cynthia shook her head. "And somewhere there's a naked tied up stewardess with concussion." Shahnaz helped herself to a glass of water. "Well I will give you fair warning, I'am not done yet. Besides, I just gave her a little pinch she will be fine just a little headache that's all." Cynthia shook her head pouring out a glass of water. " Well I hope you show the same level of discretion here in Tehran. Here I have your infiltration target." She handed Shahnaz a dossier.
"Hmm? Leila Bahrami, 24? An Iranian born journalist with Al-Jazeera?" Shahnaz flicked through the pages as she looked at the picture of a pretty Persian woman, wearing a hijab. Cynthia nodded. "She is your exact height, weight, build and cultural background. Luckily for you, she's staying at the Tehran Hilton, room number 437. She is due to run a story on a nearby Ninja girl camp, in a couple of hours. They will be picking her up outside the hotel, they will be expecting a woman." Shahnaz nodded putting down the dossier. "So I get into the hotel, knock her out and steal her clothes, credentials. Meet the contact in her place." Shahnaz took a gulp of her water as Cynthia finished hers. "Well you will need a disguise to actually get into her room, but you are resourceful. You proved that by making it this far." Shahnaz smiled as she said that. "Thanks, ma'am. I won't let the agency or my country down. " Cynthia smiled raising from her chair, shaking Shahnaz's hand. "Two more things before you head out. One get yourself a change of clothes and a quick shower." Shahnaz nodded. "Understood, and the other thing?" Cynthia tossed her a black hijab. "Wear this when you're out and about." Shahnaz sighed catching it . "This symbol of repression? My parents tried to make me wear one and I ended up burning it." Cynthia shrugged. "I know what you mean, but when in Rome. It's best to what the Romans do. Good luck." Shahnaz reluctantly took it as she left the office, to find a cool shower.
The service alley of the Tehran Hilton 30 minutes later
Shahnaz, now dressed in a flowing black traditional Abaya with the hijab underwhich she wore a black tank top and safari shorts with sneakers, stood across from the Tehran Hilton. As she fanned herself with her hand, sweltering under the weight of this oppressive clothing as the sun beared down Shahnaz weighed up her options. While she could go in through the front entrance find an hotel maid that was her size, follow her to a discreet place and take her uniform where was the fun in that when the service entrance was just down an alleyway to her right. Smiling Shahnaz crept down the alleyway, coming to the service entrance and waited for her mark. She didn't have long to wait, as the door opened to reveal a young Iranian maid dressed in the uniform of the Hilton Hotel; a navy blue v neck top with the hotel logo above her right breast, name tag on the right with matching slacks and sensible shoes, her head and shoulders covered by a dark blue hijab. Shahnaz appraised the maid, who was hauling a large black refuse sack considering her slim body, she was a pretty little thing, no more than 21 with a diamond shaped tanned face, shallow cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes. Shahnaz smiled, her uniform would fit nicely. Creeping low behind the unsuspecting maid, Shahnaz waited until she had disposed of her rubbish before taking her out. She quickly clamped a hand over the maids mouth, stifling her cry of surprise before bringing her right hand down in a swift neck chop. Letting out a small grunt of muffled pain, the young girl slumped unconscious into her arms. "I'am really sorry about this...Fatemeh." Shahnaz read the girls nametag as she lowered her onto the hot pavement. "But it's a matter of National Security, you wouldn't understand." She said to the unconscious girl as she stripped down to her black undergarments.
Shahnaz got to work by removing Fatemeh's shoes and Hijab, revealing short dark brown hair braided into a small ponytail. "This what I will never understand about iranian girls, we have beautiful hair why hide it with this." Shahnaz gestured to the hijab, as she leant the unconscious maid against her unbuttoning the top from the rear. Slipping the garment off one slender arm at a time revealed well formed but firm B-cup breasts, enveloped by a blue pastel plunge t-shirt bra complete with a little bow between the cups. "Cute underwear, Fatemah not what I was expecting for a Shia Muslim girl. Let's see if you went matching?" Shahnaz gently lowered the sleeping girl, back into the tarmac before she unfastened the girls uniform trousers. Peeling them down the maids long toned tanned legs, proved she was indeed wearing matching panties a blue pastel tanga thong, complete with matching bow above the gusset protecting the unconscious girls modesty. "A cute little ass, too. Nice taste in underwear, for a good Muslim girl." Shahnaz stood over the scantily clad body of Fatemah, wearing only her matching blue lingerie, as she slipped on the stolen maids uniform including the hijab. "Nice and snug, fits me like a glove thank you Fatemah." Taking the duct tape from her backpack, Shahnaz tore off a strip. "Let's get you all cosy, girl." She said to the girl, binding her wrists and ankles gagging her with the tape. With Fatemah secured, Shahnaz scooped up her body tossing her into the dumpster like another sack of garbage, along with her discarded clothes before snapping the lid shut. Rubbing her hands together, Shahnaz looped her handbag over her shoulder then walked into the Hilton Hotel. Now it was time to find Leila Bahrami.
The Tehran Hilton
Using her stolen uniform and hijab to blend in, Shahnaz had commandeered an housekeeping cart to at least look the part putting her handbag hidden behind the clean sheets. She wheeled the trolley through the staff only areas, coming out to the lobby which was packed with guests from all different races and nationalities. Shahnaz heard at least 5 different languages as she wheeled the cart onto an empty elevator, pressing the gold embossed "4" taking a deep breath as the elevator doors closed and the lift ascended. It only took a couple of minutes for the lift to come to the fourth floor, opening with a chime. Shahnaz gently wheeled the trolley through the corridors until she came to room "437", clearing her throat she knocked twice on the door. "Housekeeping!" She said in her best Iranian accent. The door opened to reveal a young Persian woman that could only be Leila Bahrami, Shahnaz had to admit the photograph didn't do her much justice they actually bore more than a startling resemblance to each other. She was dressed in a tight red short sleeve blouse under which was a white camisole, with blue skinny denim belted jeans, and brown leather ankle boots. Around her slender neck was a silver island holy crescent with ear studs. From the look of her, she had just finished getting dressed and was drying her long curly black hair. "Yes? " She asked irritably, as Shahnaz played the humble maid. "I'am sorry to inconvenience you, miss. But I'am here to service your room." Behrami sighed, throwing the towel onto the bed next to her red hijab. Shahnaz had noticed her handbag perched on the bedside table, along with a blue sleeveless puffer with the word "PRESS" stenciled on the back in white. "You haven't come at the right time, but I suppose the bathroom could do with a bit of a spruce. Come on in.' Shahnaz smiled as the reporter let her in.
Leila Bahrami, reporter for Al Jazeera closed the door, behind the maid whose name was Fatemeh according to her nameplate as the girl wheeled in her cart. She did a small double take when she realised they could almost be sisters. "I'am due to give an interview to some Iranian girls learning ninjitsu in the next hour, right around second prayers. So try and make this quick...Fatemeh, I still need to braid my hair." She said with an air of impatience, as she turned her back on the maid. Then suddenly before she could sit down at the vanity, Leila was seized from behind a hand clamping around her mouth to stifle her cries a slender arm snaking around her neck, appling pressure. "I'am sorry Miss Leila, but you won't be able to make that appointment nor prayers." The maid, Fatemeh hissed in her ear. "Allow me to make it for you." Leila tried to struggle, but the woman was too strong only applied more pressure to her throat. Tears of fear streamed down the reporters face, as she felt the blood being cut off from her brain. Her arms dangled from her sides, big grey eyes rolled shut as she let out a short muffled cry, slumping unconscious into the arms of CIA agent Shahnaz Akbari. "There you are, Leila. Go to sleep, let's get you out of those clothes." She said laying the unconscious woman onto the bed.
Shahnaz quickly stripped out of Fatemah's housekeeping uniform, then removed Leila's jewellery and watch putting them on before unlacing her leather booties, pulling them off along with her black socks. Sitting them on the bed, unbuttoned the woman's blouse halfway revealing a hint of the white camisole underneath. Unbelting the woman's jeans, Shahnaz worked them off the woman's shapely hips pulling them down her tanned legs. "Now this was what I was expecting, not very exciting." She said as she regarded the solid black hipster shorts protecting the woman's modesty. After removing the rest of Leila's blouse, she decided to take her camisole as well after all she was about to head into the desert. The camisole would be more airy and allow Shahnaz to be cooler in the hot humid conditions. Pulling the unconscious woman into a seated position, she held up Leila's arms pulling the undergarment over her head. After letting the now half naked Leila Behrami flop down onto the bed, her small but buoyant B-cups with full puffy dark brown areolas wobbling slightly, Shahnaz took of her bra then got dressed in the reporters clothes including her hijab, press pass and sleeveless puffer. When she was fully dressed, she took out her bag from the maids trolley. She bound up the unconscious reporters wrists and ankles then silenced her with a strip. "Thanks, Leila. Your clothes look better on me." She gave the reporter a tap on her cheeks. " Now to tuck you in, Leila." Pulling the half naked reporter off the bed, clad only in her black hipsters, Shahnaz then rolled her under the bed tossing her discarded maids outfit over her. "Sorry if the room wasn't cleaned to your liking miss." She quipped as she popped her roll of duct tape into Leila's bag before looping it over her shoulder. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Shahnaz found she had at least 10 minutes to spare. Using a little of Leila's dark traditional make up, Shahnaz spruced herself up a bit. "Hello, Leila Behrami. Al-Jazeera, a pleasure to meet you." She into the mirror, mimicking Leila's accent as she applied mascara. When she was satisfied she looked the part, Shahnaz smiled and swept from the hotel room, locking it behind her with Leila's key card.
Outside the Hotel Front Entrance 8 minutes later
As Shahnaz walked out of the front entrance of the hotel, she could a young woman standing by an SUV parked across the street in the taxi drop off area. The attractive girl, no more than 19 perhaps 20 was dressed in a woodland camouflage karate suit the logo of the "Ninja Rangers" in English on her left breast, tied with a black belt around the waist with black zipped ankle boots. Her hair was covered by a black hijab, with a matching headband that read "Ninja Rangers." in yellow script. This made Shahnaz a little nervous. Perhaps the agency wasn't overreacting after all she thought as the girl, who was her size it had to be said, greeted her with a warm smile and strong handshake. "You must be the reporter Leila Behrami. A pleasure to meet you. My name is Setareh Akhavan." The girl punctuated with a firm grip, which Shahnaz returned. "Likewise, I'am pleased to get this opportunity Setareh. The world is looking forward to knowing more about you." Setareh smiled as she released her grip, gesturing to the SUV. "As are we. We want to show the world we are not terrorists." Shahnaz got into the passenger seat as Setareh started the engine. "We will be missing Midday prayers, that doesn't concern you?" Setareh shook her head. "Not particularly, we do important work. Besides Allah will understand, but if he doesn't than he isn't Allah." She put the engine into gear, leaving Shahnaz intrigued. They certainly didn't sound like agents of the ayatollah. She leaned back in her chair as Setareh put the hotel into their rear view. The sound of the call to prayer echoing in the breeze.
Ninja Ranger Camp 5km south of Tehran 13:00pm
It took about half an hour for Setareh to drive to a small camp just on the outskirts of the city, centered off the main road. During the trip, Shahnaz's driver had been quite the chatterbox talking about the training regime and how even the Ayatollah's regime viewed them as terrorists. And for some reason Shahnaz was inclined to believe her, but her testimony wouldn't be enough. The agency required pictures and proof either way. As they neared the perimeter gate, their discussion turned to her itinerary. "You will be greeted by our head trainer Darya Fazel, then you can interview any three of the students at your leisure." Shahnaz turned to Setareh. "Will there be facilities provided?" Setareh nodded keeping her eye on the road. "Yes, one of our prefab classrooms will be made available to you. You will have complete confidentiality." Shahnaz smiled Excellent, the perfect opportunity to acquire a disguise "Excellent. And after the interviews. Setareh lowered the gear as she approached the gate. "You will be given a tour of the camp, then finally an interview with Ms Darya." She gestured to a couple of Ninjas on the gate to admit them. The gate sung open to admit them. That wasn't ideal, I need discreetness to take these pictures. A disguise it is Shahnaz thought as Setareh parked near the prefab. Looking at her driver, Shahnaz could tell her outfit would be ideal. Now to get her alone. They clambered out of the jeep, as three female figures walked up to meet them their footsteps crunching the sand beneath.
The woman in the centre, dressed all in black like a true ninja who was flanked by two of her subordinates held out her hand. "Darya Fazel, head trainer of this camp." Shahnaz gripped it returning the shake, feeling a strong grip in kind. "Leila Bahrami, Al Jazeera. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Fazel." Darya smiled under her face mask. "So what are your first impressions of our camp, Leila?" The woman said as she led the group towards the prefab. Shahnaz glanced at a small training group nearby training with long bladed spears and short swords, there was no denying that they were impressive. "They look quite skilled, Ms Fazel. You must be proud of them" Darya turned glancing at the group. "I'am, they are fine examples of Iranian youth." She then turned back to Shahnaz. "But don't take my word for it. Talk to the girls, hear their stories. I promise you will be inspired. I look forward to our interview later and to giving you a little tour, I shall take my leave for now." With that she left towards the training group, leaving her with the three expectant ninja girls. Shahnaz turned to Setareh, eying her up. "I would interview you first, Setareh. If it's no trouble." The other two girls shot the young driver looks of jealously, as she stammered for a reply. "R-really? I mean yes of course, I would be honoured, Ms Leila." As Setareh fell into step beside Shahnaz, the other two girls rolled their eyes. "Lucky cow." She heard one say to her friend, as the other nodded before they started to spar with each other. Shahnaz smiled wide as she opened the door for the clueless Setareh.
"Take a seat, please my dear Setareh. While I take out my notebook and pen." Shahnaz gestured to the table as the young girl sat herself down at a nearby table. Still playing the part of the journalist, Shahnaz took out a paper and pen as she walked around the table. "So you must know some of the martial arts, say karate or basic ninjitsu?" She asked innocently as Setareh shifted awkwardly, her pretty face going bright red. "Um..I only just started a couple of weeks ago. So I haven't learnt anything like that yet. I'am just still learning the theory." Shahnaz got behind her, raising her arm up high. "So you have never heard of a neck chop?" Setareh shrugged nervously. "No not yet. I can't even throw a shuriken stra-ugh!" Shahnaz brought her arm swiftly on the back of Setarehs neck, she fell forwards draped over the table unconscious. "Well it goes a little like that, Setareh." She said as started to strip out of Leila's clothes.
Now only dressed in her black panties, Shahnaz leant the unconscious Setareh onto the chair then got to work. She removed the girls head band and hijab, revealing a unruly mess of light brown hair cut short, then unzipped her boots. After loosening the belt, Shahnaz folded out the karate suit top revealing a pair of young B-cup breasts covered by a black sports bra. "I'am sorry Setareh but I will be taking that off your hands, the camisole is slick with sweat." After slipping the top off, one arm at a time Shahnaz unhooked Setareh's bra exposing a small be firm pair of breasts with dark brown circular perky areolas. " You were right Setareh, you haven't learnt anything yet." Shahnaz glanced at the slim attractive half naked girl, who lacked muscle definition as she peeled the suit trousers down the unconscious girls long tanned legs, leaving Setareh slumped in the chair wearing only her solid back hipster thong. Shahnaz quickly got dressed in Setareh's uniform, looping the head band over the hijab. I hope the next girl I steal clothes from, doesn't have a hijab I hate wearing these. When she was finished, Shahnaz took out her duct tape binding Setareh's wrists and ankles then gagged her. "It's nothing personal, Setareh my dear. It's just a matter of national security." She said as she dragged the half naked sleeping girl over to an empty cabinet, putting her into a foetal position, covering her with Leila's clothes and reluctantly the handbag. After taking out her phone, Shahnaz closed the cabinet door locked it before pulling up the hijab to cover her lower face. Then she opened the door to check that the two other girls where too distracted with their sparring to notice her leave. Shahnaz squeezed through the door, closing it behind her as she walked past the clueless ninjas.
Using her uniform to blend in, Shahnaz discreetly took pictures of the weapons the girls used their drilling with the weapons and a PT lesson complete with a sweet looking obstacle course, that she wouldn't have minded taking a punt at herself. She even recorded a conservation between herself and another trainee. What surprised Shahnaz was there was no mention of "Death to America." Or "Praise the Ayatollah." In fact the girls mocked him and his regime calling him a "Withered old sexist." That was enough for Shahnaz. These girls were no terrorists, they were brave examples of Persian women trying to break free of repression and she had spoiled the one chance they had to show this the world. God damn Agency, always overreacting.. Feeling a pit of guilt in her stomach, Shahnaz made her way to the parked jeep near the gate.
Ariana Bazzi broke out of her sparring stance with her friend Cyra. "You know Setareh as been in there a long time, almost half an hour. Something doesn't feel right, Cyra." Cyra shrugged. "Why? Just because the new girl is hogging the limelight? Relax, it's not like Setareh is good for anything else." Ariana shook her head. "No, I have a bad feeling about this. She has been gone too long. We both should have been called in by now." Ariana turned from Cyra walking up the prefab steps. "Ariana! Wait for me will you!" Together they entered the prefab classroom to find it empty. "See what did I tell you? Setareh? Ms Leila? Where are you?" Ariana asked as Crya held up a hand. "Wait do you hear that?" Focusing their ears, they could hear a low "mmmph!" coming from the cabinet behind the table. "What the hell?" Ariana cried as the two girls approached the cabinet. Cyra tentatively put her hand on the handle and pulled. "By Allah! Setareh!" They found a half naked Setareh, dressed only in her panties, bound and gagged with duct tape, tears streaming down her beautiful face, the reporters clothes tumbled onto the floor. Ariana tore off the gag. "Mm-hat reporter is an imposter! She knocked me out and stole my clothes! Please, warn the camp!" Ariana touched Setareh in her shoulder. "It's okay, Setareh. Whoever she is, we will get her." Cyra nodded. " Some bloody spy from the Ministry of Intelligence. Go, Ariana I will look after Setareh." Ariana quickly swept from the prefab, running out into the camp she shouted...
"Some spy as cold cocked Setareh! And stole her clothes, we have an imposter among us!" Shahnaz's heart sank as she heard news of Setareh's discovery. Chaos spread through the camp as girls panicked running left and right. Luckily, Shahnaz had already clambered into the jeep and was just about to turn the ignition when the girl started to holler. Without a moment to lose, Shahnaz gunned the engine putting into third she drove forward running down a section of chain link fence, putting as much distance as possible between her and the camp. As she drove back to Tehran.
A small service stop 3km outside Tehran 15 minutes later
Shahnaz brought the jeep behind the cover of a rock, looking at the gauge she found she had just over three quarters of a tank of gas left. Enough to get back to Tehran but that wasn't her immediate concern. What she needed was a change of clothes, Shahnaz was boiling under this outfit and she looked silly to boot. She needed something easier to move around in. Besides, she had to take off this bloody hijab before she died of heatstroke. Getting out of the jeep, Shahnaz creeped behind the rock looking ahead. There was a minibus ahead with what looked like a group of tourists, maybe students milling around stretching their legs as their driver filled up their vehicle. There were a few young women amongst them, whose clothes would be ideal but where in groups where it would be impossible to pull one behind a rock and steal her clothes. However, Shahnaz noticed a pretty young blonde haired girl run towards her position trying to get a phone signal, and she was getting further away from the safety of the group. Tensing herself, Shahnaz appraised the girl, she was a pretty little thing with slightly squared features and sculptured cheekbones. Her honey blonde hair braided into pigtails. She was dressed in a white tank top that showcased her tanned slender shoulders, with a hint of a white bra underneath, with tight tan coloured safari shorts with white socks and matching Nike trainers. Her eyes were covered by a pair of wraparound shades. Tearing off her hijab in anticipation, Shahnaz waited until the girl was on the other side of the rock with her back to her, then she struck. Quickly clamping her hand over the young students mouth to stifle her screams, Shahnaz pulled her over the rock as she dropped her phone. She applied pressure to the vulnerable points on the blondes neck, using a finger and thumb either side of her neck. The student let out a muffled cry as she slumped unconscious into Shahnaz's body. "There, there. Honey, let's get you naked." Shahnaz said as she removed the girls glasses and baseball cap.
After stripping naked, having decided to take the students underwear, Shahnaz searched the girls shorts and found her ID. "I'am really sorry about this....Liesel Schneider from the University of Bremen." She said reading the girls student ID. "It's nothing personal, but I need a change of clothes and you are my size." Shahnaz replaced the ID card before she unlaced Liesel's sneakers along with her ankle socks putting them on. She unbelted the safari shorts, peeling them down her long suntanned legs, revealing a pair of solid white bikini thong. "Sorry honey needs must..." Shahnaz remarked to the unconscious girl whipping off her panties and exposing her small clit crowned with a trimmed strip of golden pubic hair. After pulling on the shorts and underwear, Shahnaz flicked the half naked Liesel's arms up, pulling the tank top over her head revealing a white underwired t shirt bra. Rolling the girl onto her side, Shahnaz unhooked her bra, slipping it loose from her shoulders. " Cute little tits, my dear Liesel." She said as she hooked on the bra, admiring Liesel's soft rounded B-cups, her puffy pink circular areolas on full display. After she finished getting dressed in Liesel's outfit, finding it snug and comfortable Shahnaz looped the students handbag over her shoulder then placed a bottle of water next to her naked sleeping form. "I won't tie you up, girl. I hope your friends find you, I wouldn't want you to be stuck in this desert." Shahnaz stood up from the naked student, propped up against the rock then clambered into the jeep. Switching on the engine, Shahnaz sped back to Tehran leaving a trail of dust behind her.
CIA Tehran Station. 1 hour later
"Here." Shahnaz threw the phone onto the desk of Cynthia Critchley. "You can tell the Agency I have successfully wasted my time. There is no merit to the claims, they are not terrorists." Cynthia leaned back in her chair, taking Shahnaz's phone. "Just as we suspected." Shahnaz's mouth dropped in shock. "Then why the fuck did you send me and not a drone?" Cynthia put the phone down, taking out a bottle of water. "To test your abilities in the field. It's been a good long while since we had an agent of your calibre, using the art of disguise." Shahnaz put her hands on her hips. "So this whole damn shit show was a test? God damn it!" Cynthia unscrewed the bottle, taking a swig of water. "We are losing out to the likes of the Shadow Initiative and Artemis. We need to show Langley that we can still utilise the art of disguise and infiltration. Just like the good old days." Shahnaz merely snorted, "Well next time send me against actual terrorists and not innocent girls!" She wondered what her heroine Claudia Grayson-Salvatore would make of this. Cynthia looked Shahnaz up and down. "Who's clothes are these?" Shahnaz shrugged angrily fishing out Liesel's ID, throwing it on her desk. "Send her a god damn cheque!" She shouted before turning on her heel, slamming the door behind her.
CIA Headquarters, Langley Virginia Wednesday 24th April 2024 11:00am
"Seriously? Iranian ninja girls? I can't honestly believe that's a thing, are we certain that this is even credible." CIA agent Shahnaz Akbari said as she sat in the office of her handler Zachary Paulson, receiving her latest mission briefing from the plasma television in hjs office. "It's the internet, Shahnaz. Of course it's credible." Shahnaz shook her head. "Well so are dancing cats on YouTube but they are hardly a national security issue, with all due respect sir." Zachary a middle aged balding man wearing a black suit with agency branded tie, sucked on his atomiser. "This is no laughing matter, Akbari." He said blowing out a sickly smoke that was supposed to smell like bubblegum, which made Shahnaz cough. "This even as the joint chiefs worried. They believe, as do I, that the Ayatollah is training these girls to be Shinobi to infiltrate the US to commit to long term covert operations to sabotage our interests." Waving the smoke from her face, Shahnaz leant forward. "Sir, my parents fled from Iran because they were Shia who spoke out against the regime. You must know that women like me are barely literate in the Islamic Republic." At 24 Shahnaz was the daughter of traditional Shia Muslims who fled persecution from the predominantly Sunni regime, seeking sanctuary in the USA settling down in Virginia. Growing up an all American girl, her high schools cheer captain, Shahnaz rebelled against the traditionalist upbringing of her parents. Refusing to wear a hijab, eating bacon for breakfast and going out to clubs mingling with cute guys and girls, drinking alcohol religiously. Shahnaz had enlisted with the 82nd Airborne, meeting her fiancé who her parents never approved of, and eventually was tempted into the CIA with a desire to serve her country, specialising in the art of disguise and infiltration . Shahnaz was a beautiful example of a Persian woman with high cheekbones, tanned brown skin, heart shaped features and almond shaped big brown eyes. Her medium length jet black hair hung about her shoulders. Paulson took another suck from his atomiser. "Either way. Your orders are to infiltrate this school and ascertain whether they are threat to national security. Given your specialisations, this should be right up your wheelhouse. You should blend right in." Zachary blew out another sickly white cloud as Shahnaz lent back. "Because of the worsening relations between the US and IRI, you need to infiltrate the nation covertly." Shahnaz smiled tenting her fingers. "Which means I get a free flight, courtesy of the right uniform." Zachary placed his atomiser on the desk. "Whatever you do, take the women down gently. No corpses, I have enough paperwork as it is and don't let on your CIA. We don't want to give anyone else more ammunition to use against us. " Shahnaz nodded. "Understood, chief. Non-lethal is how I roll. I won't let you down." Paulson folded his hands on his desk, smiling. "That's what I like to hear, once your in Tehran report to the station house for further orders. Dismissed and good luck Akbari." He said holding out his hand. Shaking his hand tightly, Shahnaz swept from the room.
Dulles International Airport one hour later
Shahnaz glanced up the departure times as she stood in the central terminal, spotting a suitable flight Emirates EM2897 to Tehran departing in one hour. She smiled all she needed was a suitable uniform. Shahnaz had studied the case history of legendary Italian-american CIA agent Claudia Grayson-Salvatore, who operated in Italy during the late 60s, 70s and early 80s pioneering the use of disguise for female agents. You could say she was Shahnaz's heroine. The sound of clacking heels drew her attention, she turned to she an attractive young Emirates stewardess. An emirati by descent, with slightly darker tanned skin rounded features, with sculptured cheekbones and sparkling hazel eyes, the girl was dressed in a uniform that consisted of a matching cream blazer, underwhich she wore a white blouse, with a badge labelled "Trainee" on her left breast and skirt that came to the knee with red pleats. Perched on her head was a red pillbox hat with white scarf dangling down, over her dark brown hair braided into a bun, with matching red high heels. The girl ducked into a nearby ladies bathroom, Shahnaz smiled the girl was exactly her size. All she needed to do was to find out where she was going. Shahnaz looped her bag over shoulder as she followed the stewardess into the bathroom locking the door behind her.
Emirates trainee stewardess Aaliyah Kumar felt excited as she applied some blusher on her cheeks, it was her first flight after recieving her uniform. She would be going to Tehran of all places, granted it wasn't her first choice of destination being an Arab in a Persian nation, a repressive one at that, but she didn't have a choice. Besides, she was only 21 and finally free of her parents traditions, she couldn't wait to taste alcohol. The sound of the door to the bathroom opening drew her attention, she looked in the mirror to see a very beautiful Persian woman who smiled at her. "You're a stewardess? What's your name?" She asked rinsing her hands. Aaliyah blushed when the woman smile, by Allah she was a looker. "Aaliyah Kumar, no just a trainee. But I hope to be one day, who are you?" The woman smiled flashing perfect teeth, her American accent melted the Arab stewardess. "Call me Shahnaz. You're accent, it's emirati am I right? It's beautiful." Blushing , Aaliyah picked up her lipstick. "Going anywhere interesting, Aaliyah?" Shahnaz asked dying her hands on a tower. "The young stewardess paused in applying her lipstick. "Tehran of all places, I'am so looking forward to it." Shahnaz finished drying her hands, placing herself behind the unsuspecting the unsuspecting stewardess. "Is that so? You know I always wanted to be a stewardess, thanks to you I can live that dream. I will be taking your flight instead." Before the confused girl could react, Shahnaz clamped a hand over the woman's mouth dragging her into the cubicle behind them. Aaliyah then felt her vagus nerve being pinched, letting out a muffled cry of arousal as she slumped unconscious into Shahnaz's arms. "Let's get you out of that uniform, honey. I have a plane to catch." She said sitting the sleeping stewardess onto the toilet bowl.
Shahnaz quickly stripped out of her clothes, down to her nude coloured underwear as she began to relieve Aaliyah of her uniform. She removed the unconscious girls hat, shoes and earrings, slipping them on before unfastening the cream jacket pulling it off her shoulders. Unbuttoning Aaliyah's blouse revealed a hint of a sexy white lace floral patterned bralette enveloping small but well formed B-cup breasts. "Hmm? A little racy for an emirati girl, not much of a traditionalist I see. Good for you sweetheart. Just so you know this is nothing personal, just agency business after all." Leaning the unconscious stewardess forward, Shahnaz unzipped the skirt pulling the garment down Aaliyah's lone tanned legs exposing a matching white lace low cut thong. "These are very pricey indeed, I guess someone couldn't wait to get out of their parents shadow." Shahnaz said to unconscious Arab beauty as she finished unbuttoning the blouse, freeing it from her slender shoulders leaving Aaliyah dressed in nothing but her matching sexy white lace underwear, her toned tanned slim body on display. Shahnaz quickly dressed in Aaliyah's uniform, pleased that her hunch about her size was right. When she was finished, Shahnaz loosened the stewardesses hair, copying her braid before taping up the girl's wrists, ankles and silencing her with a gag, with duct tape from her bag. Always come prepared was Shahnaz's motto. With the naked stewardess secured, Shahnaz hauled the scantily glad girl onto her shoulder before depositing her into the broom cupboard along with her clothes and handbag. Snapping off the lock, tossing it under the cubicle Shahnaz placed her roll of duct tape into Aaliyah's handbag then applied some of her makeup. "Hi my name is Aaliyah Kumar, pleasure." She said mimicking the girls accent, before looping her stolen handbag around her shoulders exiting the bathroom, sticking an out of order sign on the door.
24 hours Later CIA Station Tehran 11:00am
After a grueling 16 hour round flight, with a connection from Frankfurt, Shahnaz was rushed off her feet. She reflected that she did Aaliyah a favour in replacing her, there was no way that the naive girl would have been able to handle the pressure. Then again, Shahnaz was thankful she chose the path of an international spy rather than play servant on a plane, avoiding the grab hands of lustful men. Despite all this, she enjoyed getting a free flight at another's expense, Aaliyah wasn't her first stewardess she had robbed and wouldn't be her last. She sat outside waiting for the head of station, Cynthia Critchley to call her in, her stolen Emirates uniform drawing many glances from both genders. After five minutes, Cynthia's pretty secretary called her in. Entering the small dingy office, a fan blowing in the corner, Shahnaz found a middle aged woman with greying blonde hair wearing a tight white buttoned blouse and jeans, sat behind her desk looking up as she entered. "Thank you, Amanda that will be all." The secretary nodded as she closed the door, Cynthia shook Shahnaz's hand. "Greetings Agent Akbari. May I asked why you are dressed like that?" She asked gesturing to her stolen uniform. Shahnaz smiled taking a seat. "I got a free flight and this uniform courtesy of Emirates Airlines." Cynthia shook her head. "And somewhere there's a naked tied up stewardess with concussion." Shahnaz helped herself to a glass of water. "Well I will give you fair warning, I'am not done yet. Besides, I just gave her a little pinch she will be fine just a little headache that's all." Cynthia shook her head pouring out a glass of water. " Well I hope you show the same level of discretion here in Tehran. Here I have your infiltration target." She handed Shahnaz a dossier.
"Hmm? Leila Bahrami, 24? An Iranian born journalist with Al-Jazeera?" Shahnaz flicked through the pages as she looked at the picture of a pretty Persian woman, wearing a hijab. Cynthia nodded. "She is your exact height, weight, build and cultural background. Luckily for you, she's staying at the Tehran Hilton, room number 437. She is due to run a story on a nearby Ninja girl camp, in a couple of hours. They will be picking her up outside the hotel, they will be expecting a woman." Shahnaz nodded putting down the dossier. "So I get into the hotel, knock her out and steal her clothes, credentials. Meet the contact in her place." Shahnaz took a gulp of her water as Cynthia finished hers. "Well you will need a disguise to actually get into her room, but you are resourceful. You proved that by making it this far." Shahnaz smiled as she said that. "Thanks, ma'am. I won't let the agency or my country down. " Cynthia smiled raising from her chair, shaking Shahnaz's hand. "Two more things before you head out. One get yourself a change of clothes and a quick shower." Shahnaz nodded. "Understood, and the other thing?" Cynthia tossed her a black hijab. "Wear this when you're out and about." Shahnaz sighed catching it . "This symbol of repression? My parents tried to make me wear one and I ended up burning it." Cynthia shrugged. "I know what you mean, but when in Rome. It's best to what the Romans do. Good luck." Shahnaz reluctantly took it as she left the office, to find a cool shower.
The service alley of the Tehran Hilton 30 minutes later
Shahnaz, now dressed in a flowing black traditional Abaya with the hijab underwhich she wore a black tank top and safari shorts with sneakers, stood across from the Tehran Hilton. As she fanned herself with her hand, sweltering under the weight of this oppressive clothing as the sun beared down Shahnaz weighed up her options. While she could go in through the front entrance find an hotel maid that was her size, follow her to a discreet place and take her uniform where was the fun in that when the service entrance was just down an alleyway to her right. Smiling Shahnaz crept down the alleyway, coming to the service entrance and waited for her mark. She didn't have long to wait, as the door opened to reveal a young Iranian maid dressed in the uniform of the Hilton Hotel; a navy blue v neck top with the hotel logo above her right breast, name tag on the right with matching slacks and sensible shoes, her head and shoulders covered by a dark blue hijab. Shahnaz appraised the maid, who was hauling a large black refuse sack considering her slim body, she was a pretty little thing, no more than 21 with a diamond shaped tanned face, shallow cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes. Shahnaz smiled, her uniform would fit nicely. Creeping low behind the unsuspecting maid, Shahnaz waited until she had disposed of her rubbish before taking her out. She quickly clamped a hand over the maids mouth, stifling her cry of surprise before bringing her right hand down in a swift neck chop. Letting out a small grunt of muffled pain, the young girl slumped unconscious into her arms. "I'am really sorry about this...Fatemeh." Shahnaz read the girls nametag as she lowered her onto the hot pavement. "But it's a matter of National Security, you wouldn't understand." She said to the unconscious girl as she stripped down to her black undergarments.
Shahnaz got to work by removing Fatemeh's shoes and Hijab, revealing short dark brown hair braided into a small ponytail. "This what I will never understand about iranian girls, we have beautiful hair why hide it with this." Shahnaz gestured to the hijab, as she leant the unconscious maid against her unbuttoning the top from the rear. Slipping the garment off one slender arm at a time revealed well formed but firm B-cup breasts, enveloped by a blue pastel plunge t-shirt bra complete with a little bow between the cups. "Cute underwear, Fatemah not what I was expecting for a Shia Muslim girl. Let's see if you went matching?" Shahnaz gently lowered the sleeping girl, back into the tarmac before she unfastened the girls uniform trousers. Peeling them down the maids long toned tanned legs, proved she was indeed wearing matching panties a blue pastel tanga thong, complete with matching bow above the gusset protecting the unconscious girls modesty. "A cute little ass, too. Nice taste in underwear, for a good Muslim girl." Shahnaz stood over the scantily clad body of Fatemah, wearing only her matching blue lingerie, as she slipped on the stolen maids uniform including the hijab. "Nice and snug, fits me like a glove thank you Fatemah." Taking the duct tape from her backpack, Shahnaz tore off a strip. "Let's get you all cosy, girl." She said to the girl, binding her wrists and ankles gagging her with the tape. With Fatemah secured, Shahnaz scooped up her body tossing her into the dumpster like another sack of garbage, along with her discarded clothes before snapping the lid shut. Rubbing her hands together, Shahnaz looped her handbag over her shoulder then walked into the Hilton Hotel. Now it was time to find Leila Bahrami.
The Tehran Hilton
Using her stolen uniform and hijab to blend in, Shahnaz had commandeered an housekeeping cart to at least look the part putting her handbag hidden behind the clean sheets. She wheeled the trolley through the staff only areas, coming out to the lobby which was packed with guests from all different races and nationalities. Shahnaz heard at least 5 different languages as she wheeled the cart onto an empty elevator, pressing the gold embossed "4" taking a deep breath as the elevator doors closed and the lift ascended. It only took a couple of minutes for the lift to come to the fourth floor, opening with a chime. Shahnaz gently wheeled the trolley through the corridors until she came to room "437", clearing her throat she knocked twice on the door. "Housekeeping!" She said in her best Iranian accent. The door opened to reveal a young Persian woman that could only be Leila Bahrami, Shahnaz had to admit the photograph didn't do her much justice they actually bore more than a startling resemblance to each other. She was dressed in a tight red short sleeve blouse under which was a white camisole, with blue skinny denim belted jeans, and brown leather ankle boots. Around her slender neck was a silver island holy crescent with ear studs. From the look of her, she had just finished getting dressed and was drying her long curly black hair. "Yes? " She asked irritably, as Shahnaz played the humble maid. "I'am sorry to inconvenience you, miss. But I'am here to service your room." Behrami sighed, throwing the towel onto the bed next to her red hijab. Shahnaz had noticed her handbag perched on the bedside table, along with a blue sleeveless puffer with the word "PRESS" stenciled on the back in white. "You haven't come at the right time, but I suppose the bathroom could do with a bit of a spruce. Come on in.' Shahnaz smiled as the reporter let her in.
Leila Bahrami, reporter for Al Jazeera closed the door, behind the maid whose name was Fatemeh according to her nameplate as the girl wheeled in her cart. She did a small double take when she realised they could almost be sisters. "I'am due to give an interview to some Iranian girls learning ninjitsu in the next hour, right around second prayers. So try and make this quick...Fatemeh, I still need to braid my hair." She said with an air of impatience, as she turned her back on the maid. Then suddenly before she could sit down at the vanity, Leila was seized from behind a hand clamping around her mouth to stifle her cries a slender arm snaking around her neck, appling pressure. "I'am sorry Miss Leila, but you won't be able to make that appointment nor prayers." The maid, Fatemeh hissed in her ear. "Allow me to make it for you." Leila tried to struggle, but the woman was too strong only applied more pressure to her throat. Tears of fear streamed down the reporters face, as she felt the blood being cut off from her brain. Her arms dangled from her sides, big grey eyes rolled shut as she let out a short muffled cry, slumping unconscious into the arms of CIA agent Shahnaz Akbari. "There you are, Leila. Go to sleep, let's get you out of those clothes." She said laying the unconscious woman onto the bed.
Shahnaz quickly stripped out of Fatemah's housekeeping uniform, then removed Leila's jewellery and watch putting them on before unlacing her leather booties, pulling them off along with her black socks. Sitting them on the bed, unbuttoned the woman's blouse halfway revealing a hint of the white camisole underneath. Unbelting the woman's jeans, Shahnaz worked them off the woman's shapely hips pulling them down her tanned legs. "Now this was what I was expecting, not very exciting." She said as she regarded the solid black hipster shorts protecting the woman's modesty. After removing the rest of Leila's blouse, she decided to take her camisole as well after all she was about to head into the desert. The camisole would be more airy and allow Shahnaz to be cooler in the hot humid conditions. Pulling the unconscious woman into a seated position, she held up Leila's arms pulling the undergarment over her head. After letting the now half naked Leila Behrami flop down onto the bed, her small but buoyant B-cups with full puffy dark brown areolas wobbling slightly, Shahnaz took of her bra then got dressed in the reporters clothes including her hijab, press pass and sleeveless puffer. When she was fully dressed, she took out her bag from the maids trolley. She bound up the unconscious reporters wrists and ankles then silenced her with a strip. "Thanks, Leila. Your clothes look better on me." She gave the reporter a tap on her cheeks. " Now to tuck you in, Leila." Pulling the half naked reporter off the bed, clad only in her black hipsters, Shahnaz then rolled her under the bed tossing her discarded maids outfit over her. "Sorry if the room wasn't cleaned to your liking miss." She quipped as she popped her roll of duct tape into Leila's bag before looping it over her shoulder. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Shahnaz found she had at least 10 minutes to spare. Using a little of Leila's dark traditional make up, Shahnaz spruced herself up a bit. "Hello, Leila Behrami. Al-Jazeera, a pleasure to meet you." She into the mirror, mimicking Leila's accent as she applied mascara. When she was satisfied she looked the part, Shahnaz smiled and swept from the hotel room, locking it behind her with Leila's key card.
Outside the Hotel Front Entrance 8 minutes later
As Shahnaz walked out of the front entrance of the hotel, she could a young woman standing by an SUV parked across the street in the taxi drop off area. The attractive girl, no more than 19 perhaps 20 was dressed in a woodland camouflage karate suit the logo of the "Ninja Rangers" in English on her left breast, tied with a black belt around the waist with black zipped ankle boots. Her hair was covered by a black hijab, with a matching headband that read "Ninja Rangers." in yellow script. This made Shahnaz a little nervous. Perhaps the agency wasn't overreacting after all she thought as the girl, who was her size it had to be said, greeted her with a warm smile and strong handshake. "You must be the reporter Leila Behrami. A pleasure to meet you. My name is Setareh Akhavan." The girl punctuated with a firm grip, which Shahnaz returned. "Likewise, I'am pleased to get this opportunity Setareh. The world is looking forward to knowing more about you." Setareh smiled as she released her grip, gesturing to the SUV. "As are we. We want to show the world we are not terrorists." Shahnaz got into the passenger seat as Setareh started the engine. "We will be missing Midday prayers, that doesn't concern you?" Setareh shook her head. "Not particularly, we do important work. Besides Allah will understand, but if he doesn't than he isn't Allah." She put the engine into gear, leaving Shahnaz intrigued. They certainly didn't sound like agents of the ayatollah. She leaned back in her chair as Setareh put the hotel into their rear view. The sound of the call to prayer echoing in the breeze.
Ninja Ranger Camp 5km south of Tehran 13:00pm
It took about half an hour for Setareh to drive to a small camp just on the outskirts of the city, centered off the main road. During the trip, Shahnaz's driver had been quite the chatterbox talking about the training regime and how even the Ayatollah's regime viewed them as terrorists. And for some reason Shahnaz was inclined to believe her, but her testimony wouldn't be enough. The agency required pictures and proof either way. As they neared the perimeter gate, their discussion turned to her itinerary. "You will be greeted by our head trainer Darya Fazel, then you can interview any three of the students at your leisure." Shahnaz turned to Setareh. "Will there be facilities provided?" Setareh nodded keeping her eye on the road. "Yes, one of our prefab classrooms will be made available to you. You will have complete confidentiality." Shahnaz smiled Excellent, the perfect opportunity to acquire a disguise "Excellent. And after the interviews. Setareh lowered the gear as she approached the gate. "You will be given a tour of the camp, then finally an interview with Ms Darya." She gestured to a couple of Ninjas on the gate to admit them. The gate sung open to admit them. That wasn't ideal, I need discreetness to take these pictures. A disguise it is Shahnaz thought as Setareh parked near the prefab. Looking at her driver, Shahnaz could tell her outfit would be ideal. Now to get her alone. They clambered out of the jeep, as three female figures walked up to meet them their footsteps crunching the sand beneath.
The woman in the centre, dressed all in black like a true ninja who was flanked by two of her subordinates held out her hand. "Darya Fazel, head trainer of this camp." Shahnaz gripped it returning the shake, feeling a strong grip in kind. "Leila Bahrami, Al Jazeera. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Fazel." Darya smiled under her face mask. "So what are your first impressions of our camp, Leila?" The woman said as she led the group towards the prefab. Shahnaz glanced at a small training group nearby training with long bladed spears and short swords, there was no denying that they were impressive. "They look quite skilled, Ms Fazel. You must be proud of them" Darya turned glancing at the group. "I'am, they are fine examples of Iranian youth." She then turned back to Shahnaz. "But don't take my word for it. Talk to the girls, hear their stories. I promise you will be inspired. I look forward to our interview later and to giving you a little tour, I shall take my leave for now." With that she left towards the training group, leaving her with the three expectant ninja girls. Shahnaz turned to Setareh, eying her up. "I would interview you first, Setareh. If it's no trouble." The other two girls shot the young driver looks of jealously, as she stammered for a reply. "R-really? I mean yes of course, I would be honoured, Ms Leila." As Setareh fell into step beside Shahnaz, the other two girls rolled their eyes. "Lucky cow." She heard one say to her friend, as the other nodded before they started to spar with each other. Shahnaz smiled wide as she opened the door for the clueless Setareh.
"Take a seat, please my dear Setareh. While I take out my notebook and pen." Shahnaz gestured to the table as the young girl sat herself down at a nearby table. Still playing the part of the journalist, Shahnaz took out a paper and pen as she walked around the table. "So you must know some of the martial arts, say karate or basic ninjitsu?" She asked innocently as Setareh shifted awkwardly, her pretty face going bright red. "Um..I only just started a couple of weeks ago. So I haven't learnt anything like that yet. I'am just still learning the theory." Shahnaz got behind her, raising her arm up high. "So you have never heard of a neck chop?" Setareh shrugged nervously. "No not yet. I can't even throw a shuriken stra-ugh!" Shahnaz brought her arm swiftly on the back of Setarehs neck, she fell forwards draped over the table unconscious. "Well it goes a little like that, Setareh." She said as started to strip out of Leila's clothes.
Now only dressed in her black panties, Shahnaz leant the unconscious Setareh onto the chair then got to work. She removed the girls head band and hijab, revealing a unruly mess of light brown hair cut short, then unzipped her boots. After loosening the belt, Shahnaz folded out the karate suit top revealing a pair of young B-cup breasts covered by a black sports bra. "I'am sorry Setareh but I will be taking that off your hands, the camisole is slick with sweat." After slipping the top off, one arm at a time Shahnaz unhooked Setareh's bra exposing a small be firm pair of breasts with dark brown circular perky areolas. " You were right Setareh, you haven't learnt anything yet." Shahnaz glanced at the slim attractive half naked girl, who lacked muscle definition as she peeled the suit trousers down the unconscious girls long tanned legs, leaving Setareh slumped in the chair wearing only her solid back hipster thong. Shahnaz quickly got dressed in Setareh's uniform, looping the head band over the hijab. I hope the next girl I steal clothes from, doesn't have a hijab I hate wearing these. When she was finished, Shahnaz took out her duct tape binding Setareh's wrists and ankles then gagged her. "It's nothing personal, Setareh my dear. It's just a matter of national security." She said as she dragged the half naked sleeping girl over to an empty cabinet, putting her into a foetal position, covering her with Leila's clothes and reluctantly the handbag. After taking out her phone, Shahnaz closed the cabinet door locked it before pulling up the hijab to cover her lower face. Then she opened the door to check that the two other girls where too distracted with their sparring to notice her leave. Shahnaz squeezed through the door, closing it behind her as she walked past the clueless ninjas.
Using her uniform to blend in, Shahnaz discreetly took pictures of the weapons the girls used their drilling with the weapons and a PT lesson complete with a sweet looking obstacle course, that she wouldn't have minded taking a punt at herself. She even recorded a conservation between herself and another trainee. What surprised Shahnaz was there was no mention of "Death to America." Or "Praise the Ayatollah." In fact the girls mocked him and his regime calling him a "Withered old sexist." That was enough for Shahnaz. These girls were no terrorists, they were brave examples of Persian women trying to break free of repression and she had spoiled the one chance they had to show this the world. God damn Agency, always overreacting.. Feeling a pit of guilt in her stomach, Shahnaz made her way to the parked jeep near the gate.
Ariana Bazzi broke out of her sparring stance with her friend Cyra. "You know Setareh as been in there a long time, almost half an hour. Something doesn't feel right, Cyra." Cyra shrugged. "Why? Just because the new girl is hogging the limelight? Relax, it's not like Setareh is good for anything else." Ariana shook her head. "No, I have a bad feeling about this. She has been gone too long. We both should have been called in by now." Ariana turned from Cyra walking up the prefab steps. "Ariana! Wait for me will you!" Together they entered the prefab classroom to find it empty. "See what did I tell you? Setareh? Ms Leila? Where are you?" Ariana asked as Crya held up a hand. "Wait do you hear that?" Focusing their ears, they could hear a low "mmmph!" coming from the cabinet behind the table. "What the hell?" Ariana cried as the two girls approached the cabinet. Cyra tentatively put her hand on the handle and pulled. "By Allah! Setareh!" They found a half naked Setareh, dressed only in her panties, bound and gagged with duct tape, tears streaming down her beautiful face, the reporters clothes tumbled onto the floor. Ariana tore off the gag. "Mm-hat reporter is an imposter! She knocked me out and stole my clothes! Please, warn the camp!" Ariana touched Setareh in her shoulder. "It's okay, Setareh. Whoever she is, we will get her." Cyra nodded. " Some bloody spy from the Ministry of Intelligence. Go, Ariana I will look after Setareh." Ariana quickly swept from the prefab, running out into the camp she shouted...
"Some spy as cold cocked Setareh! And stole her clothes, we have an imposter among us!" Shahnaz's heart sank as she heard news of Setareh's discovery. Chaos spread through the camp as girls panicked running left and right. Luckily, Shahnaz had already clambered into the jeep and was just about to turn the ignition when the girl started to holler. Without a moment to lose, Shahnaz gunned the engine putting into third she drove forward running down a section of chain link fence, putting as much distance as possible between her and the camp. As she drove back to Tehran.
A small service stop 3km outside Tehran 15 minutes later
Shahnaz brought the jeep behind the cover of a rock, looking at the gauge she found she had just over three quarters of a tank of gas left. Enough to get back to Tehran but that wasn't her immediate concern. What she needed was a change of clothes, Shahnaz was boiling under this outfit and she looked silly to boot. She needed something easier to move around in. Besides, she had to take off this bloody hijab before she died of heatstroke. Getting out of the jeep, Shahnaz creeped behind the rock looking ahead. There was a minibus ahead with what looked like a group of tourists, maybe students milling around stretching their legs as their driver filled up their vehicle. There were a few young women amongst them, whose clothes would be ideal but where in groups where it would be impossible to pull one behind a rock and steal her clothes. However, Shahnaz noticed a pretty young blonde haired girl run towards her position trying to get a phone signal, and she was getting further away from the safety of the group. Tensing herself, Shahnaz appraised the girl, she was a pretty little thing with slightly squared features and sculptured cheekbones. Her honey blonde hair braided into pigtails. She was dressed in a white tank top that showcased her tanned slender shoulders, with a hint of a white bra underneath, with tight tan coloured safari shorts with white socks and matching Nike trainers. Her eyes were covered by a pair of wraparound shades. Tearing off her hijab in anticipation, Shahnaz waited until the girl was on the other side of the rock with her back to her, then she struck. Quickly clamping her hand over the young students mouth to stifle her screams, Shahnaz pulled her over the rock as she dropped her phone. She applied pressure to the vulnerable points on the blondes neck, using a finger and thumb either side of her neck. The student let out a muffled cry as she slumped unconscious into Shahnaz's body. "There, there. Honey, let's get you naked." Shahnaz said as she removed the girls glasses and baseball cap.
After stripping naked, having decided to take the students underwear, Shahnaz searched the girls shorts and found her ID. "I'am really sorry about this....Liesel Schneider from the University of Bremen." She said reading the girls student ID. "It's nothing personal, but I need a change of clothes and you are my size." Shahnaz replaced the ID card before she unlaced Liesel's sneakers along with her ankle socks putting them on. She unbelted the safari shorts, peeling them down her long suntanned legs, revealing a pair of solid white bikini thong. "Sorry honey needs must..." Shahnaz remarked to the unconscious girl whipping off her panties and exposing her small clit crowned with a trimmed strip of golden pubic hair. After pulling on the shorts and underwear, Shahnaz flicked the half naked Liesel's arms up, pulling the tank top over her head revealing a white underwired t shirt bra. Rolling the girl onto her side, Shahnaz unhooked her bra, slipping it loose from her shoulders. " Cute little tits, my dear Liesel." She said as she hooked on the bra, admiring Liesel's soft rounded B-cups, her puffy pink circular areolas on full display. After she finished getting dressed in Liesel's outfit, finding it snug and comfortable Shahnaz looped the students handbag over her shoulder then placed a bottle of water next to her naked sleeping form. "I won't tie you up, girl. I hope your friends find you, I wouldn't want you to be stuck in this desert." Shahnaz stood up from the naked student, propped up against the rock then clambered into the jeep. Switching on the engine, Shahnaz sped back to Tehran leaving a trail of dust behind her.
CIA Tehran Station. 1 hour later
"Here." Shahnaz threw the phone onto the desk of Cynthia Critchley. "You can tell the Agency I have successfully wasted my time. There is no merit to the claims, they are not terrorists." Cynthia leaned back in her chair, taking Shahnaz's phone. "Just as we suspected." Shahnaz's mouth dropped in shock. "Then why the fuck did you send me and not a drone?" Cynthia put the phone down, taking out a bottle of water. "To test your abilities in the field. It's been a good long while since we had an agent of your calibre, using the art of disguise." Shahnaz put her hands on her hips. "So this whole damn shit show was a test? God damn it!" Cynthia unscrewed the bottle, taking a swig of water. "We are losing out to the likes of the Shadow Initiative and Artemis. We need to show Langley that we can still utilise the art of disguise and infiltration. Just like the good old days." Shahnaz merely snorted, "Well next time send me against actual terrorists and not innocent girls!" She wondered what her heroine Claudia Grayson-Salvatore would make of this. Cynthia looked Shahnaz up and down. "Who's clothes are these?" Shahnaz shrugged angrily fishing out Liesel's ID, throwing it on her desk. "Send her a god damn cheque!" She shouted before turning on her heel, slamming the door behind her.
Too busy was she with her phone, that Liesel didn't see Shahnaz coming. One finger and thumb later and she will have the worst sunburn in the world. 
