In Every Universe

Undercover Agents

The elevator's metal doors were sliding shut in her face. Meerab heaved a dejected sigh. Their undercover operation had failed. Miserably. This was a feeling Meerab didn't want to experience again.

There was a new, illegal drug (which they had been calling Drug X for the time being) that was circling among high end society in the city of Las Vegas. It was being touted as the strongest drug in existance, yet authorities and researchers still didn’t know much about its chemical make-up or all of it’s side effects. They only had a handful of drug takers in their custody as study material, and each one of them had displayed incredibly varying reactions to it. The only thing uniform about the drug was that it gave the taker an extremely enhanced sex drive.

As undercover agents, Meerab along with her colleague Murtasim, had been assigned to an operation at the sale spot; a casino located in the bottom floor of the city’s largest and grandest hotel. It had been their job to either catch the smugglers in action or to swipe a sample of the mysterious Drug X for further research. Both tasks which they had failed to do.

Murtasim and Meerab had infiltrated the casino on the night of the sale, finding absolutely nothing and catching absolutely no one. A discreet sale had already been conducted right under their noses with the drug peddlers slipping through their fingers like smoke. Meerab knew she normally made an incredible team with Murtasim. They had never failed an operation they had been paired on before. But tonight it seemed like they had run out of luck.

There was only one positive of the night; Meerab got to see Murtasim dressed in a fancy black tuxedo.

By God he is so beautiful! Maybe that's why we failed tonight. Because I was too busy getting horny over my co-worker.

Speaking of Murtasim, he was standing in the elevator behind her, his eyes closed and leaning his back against the metal handle bar that ran horizontally across the wall of the elevator. He was incredibly silent. Usually, he liked to thoroughly discuss the fine details of an operation after it was over. At least that was what happened every time she had been paired up with him previously. This time he hadn’t spoken much since leaving the casino with her.

Meerab assumed he wanted a moment of peace. There was the burden of their first failure to carry after all. Additionally, she was feeling far too sluggish and tired to worry about trying to get him to speak. Her feet were killing her. No matter how much people claimed heels could have support built in, it was a grand lie. She just wanted to change out of her ridiculously tight shoes and formal dress, take a shower and succumb to a good night's sleep.

Just as she was just contemplating this, Meerab felt something hard bump against her back. It took her a few seconds to realise that it was Murtasim. She didn't need to turn around to check; the mirrors on the walls of the elevator were making it plainly obvious that he was trying to hug her from behind.

"What on earth are you doing—!?" Meerab spluttered.

Murtasim continued wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her snug against his body. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of Meerab's neck and inhaled her scent in a long, deep breath.

"You smell so fucking good," Murtasim groaned. "So fucking good..."

Meerab's heart was hammering due to the sudden, unexpected change in Murtasim’s behaviour, yet she couldn’t stop the corners of her lips from turning up in a smile. She had always secretly admired Murtasim from afar but was too chicken to confess her feelings to him. Murtasim had never given any indication that he liked her either. Their interactions were always professional. Yet here he was, initiating proximity. It was a dream come true.

Murtasim's hands trailed down Meerab's hips and then down to her thighs. He shifted aside the fabric of her silky, blue dress, ruffling it out of the way in quick, fast moves. Then he started to knead the flesh of her bare thigh that was exposed through the slit of her dress. Heavenly tingles started spreading up Meerab’s leg as Murtasim softly caressed her skin. He was turning her on fast.