Identity Illusion

Chapter 7

Another day away from home, another day planning his fantasy, but what was that plan? He knew he was quickly becoming obsessed with Claire Jensen, more so even than her mom Stephanie.

Stephanie.

He lay back on his bed and slipped his hands behind his bed. His early morning hard on was stiffening even more at the thought of Stephanie Jensen. He shook his head at what he had done to her. Ryan could still barely believe that Stephanie had become a rogue agent, and even now, even though he knew her reasons, he could not really comprehend why she did what she did.

Was Stephanie Jensen an honorable woman, a dedicated whistleblower who sought to expose Agency corruption and immorality? Or was she a traitor, a ruthless stooge of the Middle East who thought nothing of putting her colleagues in harm's way?

Jensen had joined the Agency in 1995 as a young woman, and spent 20 years with the Government mainly in the field in Middle East. An idealistic young woman, she soon grew into the job that took her away from her family. Despite having a daughter, a baby she named Claire, Stephanie' s marriage crumbled, one of many sacrifices she made to the job.

When she fell in love with a Middle Eastern man named Assad El Hussain, who had already been tortured and imprisoned in her home country, her mind was turned. Implicated in the death of US Agent John Winterton, whom she believed to be the traitor, Stephanie Jensen was already marked as a rogue.

She was did not suspect the Agency's feelings however when I received my instructions. I had easily secured an admission of guilt over Winterton's death and also that she was sharing information with El Hussain. She had to die.

I had worked with Stephanie several times in the field, we even shared a moment or two over the years. I liked her, I wanted her and in the end I had her, oh how I had her.

And now I wanted her daughter.

I pulled my iPad to the bed and flipped into the cameras, the new swivel and zoom devices. I fast forwarded through the bulk of the footage pausing only to lick my lips at the shots of Claire walking naked around her own house following the shaving of her body. I took my time creating stills from the captured film, she was so worth it.

Eventually, my hard on still raging, I showered and dressed. Standing in front of the hotel room mirror I took out my false beard, a professional quality disguise, and fitted the black haired wig. I would be Tim Woods the Government maintenance man today, as I would leave my real self for planned future encounters. Smiling at my new look I set off for Claire's apartment.

The journey, a short one in my hire car, had found me excited like I hadn't been for a long time. Even the anticipation of having Claire's mom all to myself hadn't excited me as much as the thought of seeing Claire Jensen awake and in the flesh, speaking with her, engaging with her.

I had my tools by my side, along with my Government ID and the coded envelope sealed with wax! I knocked on her apartment door. It took only seconds for her to answer it but when she did my breath was taken away. Close up, and awake, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. My throat was constructed and rendered immediately dry, I had to cough in order to speak a simple few words.

"Miss Jensen?" I asked, knowing full well the answer. She invited me in and I smiled introducing myself as Tim Woods and showing my fake Department Services ID.

"Will you show me the jobs please and will get started." I said maintaining my officious facia. Claire moved to the stove and pointed out the issue with lighting it, then the back window, which I was very keen to 'fix', and a few other smallish jobs. Taking off my jacket, I nodded and watched as Claire bent down to retrieve the coffee jar. I swallowed hard as her jeans stayed low revealing her panties to me. I groaned under my breath.

A couple of hours and two cups of coffee later I had completed my jobs, including leaving the window in a state that appeared fixed but left it even more easy for me to get in.

"She was a good Agent ... Your mom ..." Claire looked up alarmed, and I could have kicked myself.

"Was?" She asked.

"Sorry Claire, slip of the tongue, I meant "Is" of course, she is a great Agent."

Claire looked puzzled "Sorry Mr Woods, but aren't you a maintenance man? How would you know ..."

"I'm a maintenance man with a difference though my dear." I smiled taking out the envelope. "I have this for you, and yes, I occasionally do field work. It's from your mom. I have no idea what's inside it except to say there is a code and you need to email your mom tonight at 5pm and ask her to tell you what the code is. That way you have the security you require regarding its authenticity."

Claire looked confused. "You want me to deliver this for ... for ... my mom?"

I nodded. "Exactly"

"Can't I call her," she said, hopeful to the point of desperation.

"Sorry that won't be possible!" Oh I loved using the Government as a cover.

It was almost 5pm and I sat back in my hotel room. I smiled at my scheme. The note told Claire that she had to visit the Blue Serpent, a strip club in downtown, the only one in town in fact, and wait at the bar for a man.

That man would be me.

She would then give to me the envelope that was inside the original envelope, once I had repeated the code. Thereby would start my game with Claire Jensen. A game where she believed her mom was pulling the strings but in fact it would of course be me.

The email came in right on cue. I replied and Claire went away happy having told me again how much she missed me and loved me. I was touched. I replied telling her that she had to meet the man tonight in the Blue Serpent at 10pm and that she would know him as he would repeat the code to her. Claire agreed without hesitation. Her devotion to her mom was really and truly commendable.

It was 9:33 when I paid my entry fee and entered the club. It was dark and smelled of alcohol and perfume, some of it not so cheap. From a distance I looked at the bar and there she sat looking frantically around, seeming extremely nervous. How great she would look on the stage, I thought to myself. Then smiled. I ordered a beer and sat in a corner to watch my prey for a short while.