Stress Relief by Evangeline Anderson

Stress
Relief
    by
    Evangeline
Anderson
    KINDLE
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    Stress
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© 2012 by Evangeline Anderson
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    Author's note: This is just a hot
little fantasy I wrote after rewatching the Bourne Identity. I've always been a
big fan of James Bond or any kind of spy movie, really. But I like the idea of
a spy who has been conditioned to be a mindless, merciless killer turning out
to be something else instead. For those of you looking for the next Kindred
book, don't worry--it's on the way! I hope to have it out before the end of
2012 and in the meantime, you can enjoy a preview of chapter one at the end of
this book. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy this kinky little tale
of hot and scary secret agent sex.
    Happy Reading!
    Evangeline Anderson

 
 
 
    Chapter One

 
    Andi Tibideaux stared at the ominous scarlet lines spiking on her
monitor. This wasn’t good. This definitely wasn’t good. He was in the red and
Alpha never stayed in the red this long. He was a cool customer—the coolest the
Agency had. So why was he in the red? And why did it have to be now, when none
of her specially constructed “girls” was available?
    She cursed the bad timing that had forced her to set up dates for
both Beta and Delta at the same time. It was bad luck too, that she was short
on girls. Just the week before Beta had rendered the best one she had
inoperative and it wouldn’t be back from the Agency’s repair shop for another
week at least. Damn it, why now?
    Fumbling in her nervousness, Andi swept a strand of dark brown
hair behind one ear and turned to the lead reinforced panel built into the
right hand corner of her unremarkable looking desk. It took her three tries to
key in the correct sequence on the hidden keypad on the underside of the desk
but at last she managed. There was a small, discrete beep and the panel slid
open.
    Inside in a tray lined with black velvet were four multi-faceted
crystal indicators, each about the size of her thumb and each connected to a
microchip implant in one of the agents. The indicators for Delta and Gamma were
pulsing fitfully, dim flashes of light coming from within their cores. That
made sense—agents Delta and Gamma were currently working on some serious stress
relief so the jewels connected to them would pulse until they were stress free.
Andi pressed the pad of her forefinger to each one in turn—warm but not burning
up. Again, as expected.
    The indicator connected to agent Beta was cool to touch and very
dim. Andi shivered in disgust. It ought to stay that way for a good long time,
too. When she thought about the damage he’d done to her best girl…well, she
preferred not to think about that. The results of Beta’s last "date"
had been brutal.
    Date, indeed. Andi shook her head. Her job was full of stupid
euphemisms and she was tired of saying one thing when she meant another. The
agents she worked with weren’t just faceless government workers—they were
counterintelligence officers, the best and most ruthless men that the Agency’s
pitiless regime of training and indoctrination could produce. Basically they
were cold blooded killers with a government stamp of approval. Their minds had
been broken and their bodies shaped to the Agency’s specifications—as a result
they were under enormous amounts of stress. Stress that could only be relieved
one way—that was where the girls came into play.
    The three girls that Andi kept