The Spy Before Christmas

The Spy Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas

And all through the city

Not a spy was stirring

Except one brunette pretty

"That's right, nothing to see here, just one of the girls doing the filing."

And the documents I want aren't here. I'll have to get into the ambasador's apartment. Time to corner him in the lunch room and take it from there.

"Would you like a coffee sir?"

I've got to play it cool and not spook him. All I need is an invitation to drinks after work and then he's all mine.

This should do for tonight. I don't want to play it too slutty or he'll just expect a quick blow-job in the alley and that'll be it. I have to get back to his place.

Okay, let's go get him.

So far so good, despite the fact that he's trying to talk himself to death. The wife doesn't understand him. Not very original, but at least she's out of town for a few days.

"Take it easy or you'll make a spectacle of us."

This old man is way too keen.

"Ah, don't I get the grand tour first?"

Looks like the pill I slipped into his drink worked, and not a moment too soon. I thought I was going to have to follow through for a minute there.

Come to mama baby. A few quick pics and I'm out of here and not before time, because those drugs won't hold him for long.

Then from the front door, came a sound suspiciously like a knock.

"Darling! Can you let me in? I've forgotten my keys."

"Damn, its the missus! Can't that woman read a calender?"

Zara: "Sorry, whatever you're selling, we're not buying."

Lubov: "What ... Who on earth are you?  And where is my husband?"

Zara:  "He didn't mention that you were blonde.  Huh, it figures."

Lubov:  "You haven't told me who you are."

Zara:  "Not going to happen sister, I don't swing that way."

Zara:  "Well its been real, but I'm out of here."

Lubov: "Wait.  Don't go, you are Zara yes?"

Zara: "That's right."

Lubov: "Why don't you stay awhile."

Zara: "And why would that be a good idea?"

Zara:  "Well that was different."

THE END?