Prompt 350 // pre-canon // Spy Games
Title --Spy Games
Author-- cornerofmadness
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Chris Mustang
Word Count -- 247
Warning -- none
Summary --Chris is very good at what she does
Author’s Note -- I wanted this to end with her going home to her young nephew but the word count was heartless.
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Chris tamped out her cigarette, smiling at General Martens who held a hand out to her. Flinging back her long blond hair - a very good wig - she put her gloved hand in his and let him pull her out on the dance hall floor. Luckily Martens liked to act like a prude in public so he didn't hold her too close during the waltz and the next song was a jitterbug. She could dance to that crazy beat like few other women the fringe of her short skirt flirted with her knees and Martens - not to mention any other men who might be looking on. Her knotted long strand of fake pearls thumped off her chest as she wriggled to the beat.
After that it didn't take much to get Martens to come away with her upstairs to his hotel suite. Thankfully he hated on base visiting officers' quarters and always booked the hotel whenever he came down from Briggs. Chris loved predictable men. She didn't even mind his ham-fisted pawing as he tried to get her dress unzipped once they were in his room. He was so preoccupied there was no way he saw her slip the knockout drugs to his drink.
Once he was out, she stripped him, mussed up the bed, left a few lipstick marks on him hoping to convince him he had fun then she took photos of his files, tucking them back where he had them hidden. Her mentor would be proud.
Author-- cornerofmadness
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Chris Mustang
Word Count -- 247
Warning -- none
Summary --Chris is very good at what she does
Author’s Note -- I wanted this to end with her going home to her young nephew but the word count was heartless.
XXXX
Chris tamped out her cigarette, smiling at General Martens who held a hand out to her. Flinging back her long blond hair - a very good wig - she put her gloved hand in his and let him pull her out on the dance hall floor. Luckily Martens liked to act like a prude in public so he didn't hold her too close during the waltz and the next song was a jitterbug. She could dance to that crazy beat like few other women the fringe of her short skirt flirted with her knees and Martens - not to mention any other men who might be looking on. Her knotted long strand of fake pearls thumped off her chest as she wriggled to the beat.
After that it didn't take much to get Martens to come away with her upstairs to his hotel suite. Thankfully he hated on base visiting officers' quarters and always booked the hotel whenever he came down from Briggs. Chris loved predictable men. She didn't even mind his ham-fisted pawing as he tried to get her dress unzipped once they were in his room. He was so preoccupied there was no way he saw her slip the knockout drugs to his drink.
Once he was out, she stripped him, mussed up the bed, left a few lipstick marks on him hoping to convince him he had fun then she took photos of his files, tucking them back where he had them hidden. Her mentor would be proud.