Commando

Sometimes my job is boring—paperwork and endless meetings. But not today. Today I’m going undercover to trap a major criminal. There will be flirting, maybe even sex. The target is a man endowed with testosterone-fueled virility. And he likes to tickle.

The fun starts with dressing for the part. Slinky pantyhose. A black skirt so short it barely covers my panties, and so loose that it will rise at the slightest breeze. A tight cotton top to hug my burgeoning breasts.

I decided to remove my panties, after all I already had pantyhose. And I slipped out of my bra as well. Big boobs were always important assets on an undercover gig—why hide them?

That’s me on the cover with my hair dyed blonde to match the rest of my outfit. To find out how I ended up here being tickled to within an inch of my life and what happens next, you’ll have to read the story.
If not the added paragraph, should I add on the paragraph re fun starting: The fun starts with me dying my hair blonde, then dressing for the part.