Denise Fallon-CIA Spy:Soldier's Rescue

LOCATION: Somewhere in the Middle East, mainly Iraq

ALIAS: Dana Fairweather a.k.a “Desert Fox” of US ARMY

My newest mission had me crossing enemy lines. With help from the U.S. Army, I had to go undercover to rescue an Army Reserve soldier, Capt. Doug Miller, who was kidnapped and attacked by a terrorist group similar to Al-Quaeda, the Al-Fraida. My boss at headquarters thought it would one of my best missions, especially because I’m rescuing a soldier while our country’s still fighting with Iraq in the war.

According to files, Miller was last seen trying to deliver supplies and aid to victims when Al-Fraida attacked and kidnapped him on the spot. Now they want to kill him. So I had to go undercover, find and destroy the Al-Fraida, and rescue Capt. Miller.

My alias is Dana Fairweather of the US ARMY a.k.a “Desert Fox”. According to files, Miller has been in the Army Reserve for 3 years and lives in San Diego, California. He also has 3 siblings: 2 sisters (Heather and Jenny) and 1 brother (Austin). Their mom Anne’s a pharmacist and dad Samuel owns a restaurant. When Doug’s not serving his country or volunteering, he does triple duty as an aspiring romance novel cover model, and an entertainer at a ladies’ club in Los Angeles. Not only was I given information on Miller, but also on Al-Fraida. The Al-Fraida is similar to Al-Quaeda. While Al-Quaeda has Osama Bin-Laden leading a very large group of terrorists from all over Iraq targeting only America as a result of 9/11, the Al-Fraida’s led by Rajiv Reniakah whose 40 plus members came from both Iran and Iraq who target the U.S. military and militaries from other countries.

For this mission, I wore a dark green body-hugging jumpsuit with a zipper in the front down to my belly button, bulletproof lingerie (bra, panties, and waist cincher) and body armor under the jumpsuit, and black boots all under a large white veil. My shoulder-length dark brown hair was put up in a sleek ponytail under the veil. My weapons and gadgets for this particular mission are a fully loaded .38 Smith and Wesson handgun, a box of bullets, a flicker knife, a pair of night vision goggles, a digital camera disguised as a belt, and a smart watch with GPS.

Later that night, I spotted the Al-Fraida entering their secret desert hideout with my night vision goggles. I decided to follow them. I was still wearing a veil under my jumpsuit and everything else. The Al-Fraida’s secret hideout turns out to be an abandoned building, which turns out to be an abandoned two-story apartment complex. I noticed most of the Al-Fraida left the building. With my night vision goggles still on, I walked right into the building once they had left. First, I went upstairs. I looked into the rooms to find Miller. Then, I heard noises from one room, so I kicked the door open to find Capt. Miller, tied up, bruised, and blindfolded.

I camp up to and said “Capt. Miller, I’m Dana Fairweather with the US ARMY a.ka. “Desert Fox”. I’m here to rescue you.” once I took off my night vision goggles I noticed his dark brown eyes.

With the flicker knife, I quickly cut the ropes from his wrists and ankles and then removed the blindfold from his eyes. Without being distracted Doug and I began leaving the abandoned building before the terrorists came back. Once the captain and me escaped, trouble came early when Reniakah and his terrorist gang were about to come in. Reniakah spoke to his crew in his native Arabic tongue to attack us. I was ready to fight when I took out my Smith and Wesson and shot two of them once in the chest each. Then, I clothes pinned and body slammed one into another. Doug on the other hand, punched one very hard in the torso while another got body slammed. I got out my flicker knife and stabbed three of them: one got stabbed in the stomach, another stabbed in the leg, and one just ran right into my knife. Reniakah was next. I threw him down, kicked him the stomach very hard, stomped on him, and then shot him three times in the chest and stomach with my Smith and Wesson. Once the terrorists were dead or fatally wounded, I contacted the boss who contacted the Army, telling them that Miller was found alive though wounded.

I asked Miller “Are you okay, Captain?”

He held on to his side and said “I’m okay, a little bruised, but ok. Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me and kicking terrorist ass.”

I laughed and said “Just doing my job.”

Once the Army Reserve arrived, I followed them as they MEDEVACed the Captain onto a helicopter to take him to the Ramstien AFB in Germany. The boss at headquarters congratulated me on another successful mission. My SECTION A (Special Agent Division of CIA) boss and I visited Miller while he was there. My boss introduced me to him. The doctor said to us that Captain Miller had suffered minor injuries such as three broken ribs, a mild concussion, and some bruises on his stomach, chest, and right leg. The doctor also said Miller had to stay there overnight to 7 days for observation and he’ll be ready to go home in a day or two. The army contacted Miller’s family who were relieved to hear the news that he’s alive and well.

Hours later, I went home on a red eye flight to San Diego, where I live, work, and also go to school when I’m not on CIA spy missions. I work at a boutique and I go to school at FIDM hoping to become a fashion designer. I went into my sweet house, checked my messages on my answering machine and cell phone, and slipped into something more comfortable. So far, my best friends (Allison, Gabrielle, Megan, Shanna, and Brianna), my sister Natasha, my parents (mom Deana and dad Thomas in San Francisco), and aunts Maryanne and Yolanda all have called while I was away. I talked to everyone on the phone while helping myself to a pint of Haagen-Dazs caramel cone ice cream from the freezer. After that, I watched some TV and went to bed.

The following week, I went to school, hanged out with my best friends, went to work, went shopping and then ate. After all that, I went back home. I was relaxing when I heard a knock on the door. The next week came. I opened to see who it was and there was Doug with short-stemmed white roses in his hand.

He said, “Are you Denise Fallon?”

I said “Yes I am.”

He replied, “It’s me Doug.”

I was very glad to see him. He wasn’t in uniform anymore mainly because he was honorably discharged from the Army Reserve (for being hurt and finding out about his stripper job) and he got just gotten out of the hospital two weeks ago and when he came back to San Diego this afternoon his family and friends threw a welcome home party.

I got a look at Doug. He was tall (6’2), dark (black hair and deep brown eyes), and extremely handsome. He wore a dark gray sweater, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and deep brown shoes. We sat in the living room on the sofa and began talking while I put the roses in a vase full of water. We’ve been talking about each other and everything that had happened since the rescue from Iraq. We began looking into each other’s eyes.

Then Doug said “Thank you for rescuing me, my angel in dark green, black and white.”

As his hand slowly moved up from my knee to my inner thigh, I placed my hand on his chest and steadily moved down to his feel his erection hardening against my fingertips. With one hand, he cradled the back of my head as I leaned back. His lips slowly kissed my lips as his tongue softly touched mine inside my mouth. His hands were caressing every curve of my fully clothed body. I looked at him as I took the sweater off of his body. We continued kissing as he unzipped my deep purple blouse and his hands moved lower to the waistband of my jeans. His lips moved lower from my lips to my neck.

With his strong arms, he lifted and carried me to my bedroom.

He asked, “Where’s your bedroom?”

I said “Straight ahead.”

We went into my bedroom. As he laid me down on my bed, he removed the unzipped blouse from my body. His hands unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them off of me. I was left in my baby pink satin and lace bra and boy short panties. My fingers caressed his ripped abs up to his chest and to his arms and shoulders and short black hair. Doug smiled at he looked at every inch of my body. He kissed my lips again; inserting his tongue in my mouth while his hands were unhooking the back of my bra. I had a sharp intake of breath when my perfect, not-touched-by-any-plastic-surgeon, 44C breasts were released, giving Doug access to them with his hands. His lips slid down to my neck down to my breasts where he was cupping them and his tongue lightly flicked them before sucking them.

Doug took his time orally pleasing them, making me moan softly and deeply. With one hand, he gently stroked my fit, tight stomach. I moaned against his ear. He moved lower to where my panties are. His fingers felt a wet spot there, then rubbed where my clit was in soft circles. He pushed my panties aside, feeling the wetness of my clit and pussy lips. In a second, he slipped a finger inside me. I let out a loud gasp as my female walls were closing in around his finger. He slid in and out of me. My breathing was rapid.

He took his finger out and began taking off his jeans and underwear. I got wetter when I look at Doug entirely naked. He was built and ripped in all the right places. I even got a glimpse of his 7-inch cock. He slid the panties off of my hips. He placed a kiss on top of my belly button before his mouth moved lower to my bare pink clit and pussy.

He began licking my pussy lips up and down. I heard him moan while licking and sucking my clit. He then opened my pussy lips and began licking me down there.

I moaned loud and my breathing was heavy and fast. After his oral assault on me, Doug sat on the bed, pulled me close to him as I felt him enter my pussy deeply. He started slowly as his hips were rocking against me. His breathing and panting were in sync with mine as he moved faster. I leaned my head back as he was kissing my neck again. My body moved against his as I reached into orgasm when he was filling me up. My climax was loud, breathy which was the same for my orgasm.

I gave out one last passion-filled moan as Doug and I collapsed on my bed, catching our breaths. He laid his head on my chest while his hands were on my legs. He looked up at me and smiled while I smiled back at him. Doug crawled up and held me in his arms before pulling himself out of me.

“You’re just amazing in bed as you were when you rescued me” Doug happily said.

I replied “Coming from an ex-Army Reserve, I take it as a compliment.”

We kissed each other’s lips one more time before Doug had put his clothes back on, as he was getting ready for his modeling job.

“I’ll call you tonight” he said.

“OK” I responded.

Having sex with Doug was amazing. I really wanted to see him as much I can though even though I’m busy with everything. Somehow I knew we got something going between us.

Until next mission, Denise.

THE END