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Submitted for your approval: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. If anything like this story is possible, I'd be the last to know.FBI Special Agent Rebecca Quinn was summoned to her supervisor's office. "Special Agent Quinn, this is Agent Supervisor Grey of the CIA. I understand you've made some progress in the Johnson disappearance."
"Yes, sir. I noted similarities to a number of other cases..." Her eyes fell to a small stack of file folders on the desk.
Mr. Grey spoke up, "This is a national security matter."
"But how would she figure...?"
"I could tell you, but then...you'd have to join JTG."
Her supervisor spoke up, "Actually, you're being assigned as liason to JTG to pursue these cases."
"I thought the Joint Task Group was disbanded after the Secaucus indictments."
"That's what we want the unfriendlies to believe," answered Mr. Grey. "I'm looking forward to working with you."
It had taken every bit of pull Grey had with The Old Man to agree to this solution to the Johnson mess. Not only would the Missing Persons Unit's own expertise be used to cover JTG's tracks, but the pretty, blonde Special Agent would become Grey's "special assistant".
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Mr. Grey led Rebecca into a small office. On the desk was a computer with a high resolution monitor and a set of headphones. There also was a large wire basket. He said, "Welcome to JTG, Special Agent Quinn. Your paperwork is all in order, so you're ready for your orientation video."
Rebecca sat behind the desk and looked at the monitor. On it was displayed the logos of CIA, FBI, INS, TSA, and USCG surrounding, in bold letters JTG, and below, "Service to America". There were two menu items, BEGIN ORIENTATION and RETURN TO TRAINING MENU. Picking up the top of the line headphones, she commented, "Pretty high tech for an orientation video."
'Much more high tech than you think,' Grey thought, but he said, "All of our audio-visual training goes through the computer system. It's more efficient that way," he explained. "Once you're done here, you'll be given the grand tour."
She put on the headphones and clicked on BEGIN ORIENTATION. It was Rebecca Quinn's last act as a free woman. Grey left the room, the headphones muffling the click of the lock.
The video began as typical, boring introductory presentation. However, Rebecca did not notice the subliminal messages flashing between video frames or the relaxing subsonics in the audio signal. When the brain activity sensors in the headset indicated a prehypnotic state, mental programming began in earnest.
Joy Toy Girl Becky removed the headphones. Her identity as FBI Special Agent Quinn was now only a cover, to be adopted only as required by her masters. She then waited patiently for orders.
The door opened and Mr. Grey entered with a young woman wearing an erotic parody of a Coast Guard uniform. Except for the regulation yeoman rating badge on the sleeve, the blouse was so sheer that her bra-less nipples were visible, even through the added material of the breast pockets. The skirt was little more than a sash, not long enough to hide the scrap of white lace that served as panties. Her stockings were held up by lacy garters at mid thigh. Her shoes were patent leather pumps with six inch stiletto heels. She carried a basket containing Becky's new outfit. Grey had decided on a schoolgirl motif.
"Time for outfitting, Becky."
"Yes, Master."
She began to remove her clothing. As each item was removed, the yeoman neatly folded and placed it into the wire basket. Becky then removed her watch and jewelry, placing them on top. She then began to dress. The only underwear was a white lace G-string similar to the yeoman's. The blouse was transparently sheer, except for the collar and cuffs. The skirt and tie were like the yeoman's, but in a schoolgirl plaid. Lace topped white ankle socks and high heeled T-strap Maryjanes completed Becky's oufit. The yeoman unpinned Becky's straight blond hair and gathered it into a ponytail, tying it with a plaid ribbon, matching the skirt and tie.
Becky would require furthur training and conditioning before she was ready to fully assume her dual role as Grey's "special assistant". But for now, he was content to follow the two Joy-Toy Girls down the hall, watching their sexy, runway model strut.