The plan was simple enough. You and Igor would attend many of the same classes as the President’s son, Jason, and look for an opportunity to introduce yourselves separately. You would make it appear that you didn’t know each other. A key reason for why you were almost invariably stuck playing the damsel in their missions was your special ability to create pheromones that made attracting your target so much simpler. It had taken years of practice, but you had gotten to the point where you could control your ability enough to go from making the subject mildly suggestible to head over heels in love with you.
You and Igor were inserted into campus life and didn’t initiate contact right away. You wanted to cement your assumed identities long enough that you melted into the campus like any other students. Igor managed to make contact and strike up a friendship with Jason first. Soon enough the two boys were inseparable and you even thought that your side of the mission might be unnecessary. However, the TFPD was plugged into Jason’s communications and electronic devices and it was apparent that Jason was still desperate for a girlfriend.
In fact, he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you but was too shy to approach you. He wasn’t the only one with a crush on you though. With your flowing, blonde hair, large, impressive breasts, delicate nose, full lips and centerfold figure you felt like every boy on campus was laser focused on you wherever you went.
‘The things I do for my country,’ you thought as you put your plan into motion. Jason was leaving one of the classes you didn’t share and you were walking in the opposite direction. You had pulled out your phone as though you were taking a video for a social media post and bumped into Jason, falling flat on your delectable butt and letting your phone fly out of your hand.
“Ow!” you exclaimed.
“Oh no! I’m sorry!” Jason excused himself as two burly men from his protection detail ran towards you both. You channeled the bimbo persona you were supposed to portray for the next year and looked up at him in befuddlement. The two guards approached you, but Jason gestured for them to stop, “It’s alright guys. I don’t think she’s out to kidnap me or anything.”
He extended his hand to help you up and you took it, “Kidnap you? Why would anyone want to, like, kidnap you?” you said in a voice that made it clear just about everything confused you. ‘You don’t know who I am?” he asked incredulously. “Umm …” you stared at his face, making sure to look as vapid and airheaded as possible, “ … no. Should I?”
“No way. Everybody knows who I am,” he replied incredulously. “Are you like on TV or something?”
“You don’t watch the news or politics often do you?” he asked, looking at you appraisingly, and you hit him with a bit of your pheromones. “No, that’s like totes boring. It makes my head hurt to think about, like, … um, politics and stuff. It’s hella boring!” you scrunched up your face as though the very idea of thinking about that sort of thing stunk. It was then that you looked around you to locate your phone and saw it laying on the floor a few feet away. “Oh no! It, like, broke! Look!” you showed Jason with a pout.
He looked you up and down and seemed to make a decision in his mind. “That’s my fault, let me make it up to you. I’ll get you a new phone and maybe we can get a bite to eat,” he offered.
“Oh, that’s hella nice of you! Are you sure?”
“Yeah, lets go!”
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