Natasha, whose true name is Natalie, is a KGB officer involved in a long term sleeper agent program infiltrating the American defense industry. Her cover is that of a secretary in a Defense Department contractor, and has been married for 20 years to a guy who has no idea who she really is. Natasha, who had been a Russian tennis star-grade beauty when she was 21, has somewhat faded in that respect, at age 40-something. While her looks have declined, her married sex like has plummeted.
Her KGB case officer has instructed her to seduce Ted, an analyst at the company they both work at, take him to a hotel, where a KBG team will film them, with blackmail being the ultimate goal. She has contrived to car-pool to work, has flirted with him, even made a pass, but to no avail. The case officer has passed on a concentrated aphrodisiac she is to use, which appears in the form of a Bulgarian perfume.
Unfortunately for Natasha, she misread the "concentrated" part of the instructions, and neglected to dilute the liquid aphrodisiac to 10% (by volume), and thus applied 10 times the actual amount necessary.
This unexpectedly aroused her husband to a sexual performance unseen since they were newlyweds, and, from 7.00am to the time Ted is outside honking his horn he is pounding away at Natasha the way only a sex-deprived husband hearing Glory Days on a mental loop tape can, in positions she hadn't even thought could be legal, much less possible.
Ted had been blowing the horn long enough so that finally Natasha managed to escape from her husband by blowing his horn, and staggers out to the street, bra still unhooked, and without stockings.
Ted is, in fact, an FBI counter-intelligence special agent assigned to seduce a secretary suspected of being a KGB spy, with the intention of blackmailing her and rolling up a Soviet deep penetration operation. But the problem is, he just can't get excited about screwing a 40-something woman with a funny accent. So his supervisor has authorized, on Bureau expense, a prescription of a medication guaranteed to give him a four hour erection. At least, he thinks, he'll be physically ready for her, if not mentally engaged.
But something about the sight of her, walking awkwardly, partially undressed, hair loose intrigues him. He's more engaged by watching her dress in his passenger seat, pulling on stockings, hooking her bra. Then the pheromones hit him, and, somehow, without a word spoken, they drive to a motel, by coincidence the same one chosen by their respective spy controllers.
The room is bugged, and their four hour performance filmed by the CIA, FBI, KGB, GRU, MI6, Stasi, SAVAK and a dozen other intelligence services, foreign and domestic. Later, the tapes circulate in the spy world under the title Anal Spyvasion No. 69: Nobody Parties Like The Communist Party (Ted was an analyst).
Natasha, who has been fucked for the better part of the last eight hours by three men (a Stasi soundman, unable to restrain himself, burst out of a closet to make a threesome), slowly walks into work, late, still reeking of the aphrodisiac, only to find a dozen text demands from her actual boyfriend, with whom she'd been playing the "sex on demand" game.
Her KGB case officer has instructed her to seduce Ted, an analyst at the company they both work at, take him to a hotel, where a KBG team will film them, with blackmail being the ultimate goal. She has contrived to car-pool to work, has flirted with him, even made a pass, but to no avail. The case officer has passed on a concentrated aphrodisiac she is to use, which appears in the form of a Bulgarian perfume.
Unfortunately for Natasha, she misread the "concentrated" part of the instructions, and neglected to dilute the liquid aphrodisiac to 10% (by volume), and thus applied 10 times the actual amount necessary.
This unexpectedly aroused her husband to a sexual performance unseen since they were newlyweds, and, from 7.00am to the time Ted is outside honking his horn he is pounding away at Natasha the way only a sex-deprived husband hearing Glory Days on a mental loop tape can, in positions she hadn't even thought could be legal, much less possible.
Ted had been blowing the horn long enough so that finally Natasha managed to escape from her husband by blowing his horn, and staggers out to the street, bra still unhooked, and without stockings.
Ted is, in fact, an FBI counter-intelligence special agent assigned to seduce a secretary suspected of being a KGB spy, with the intention of blackmailing her and rolling up a Soviet deep penetration operation. But the problem is, he just can't get excited about screwing a 40-something woman with a funny accent. So his supervisor has authorized, on Bureau expense, a prescription of a medication guaranteed to give him a four hour erection. At least, he thinks, he'll be physically ready for her, if not mentally engaged.
But something about the sight of her, walking awkwardly, partially undressed, hair loose intrigues him. He's more engaged by watching her dress in his passenger seat, pulling on stockings, hooking her bra. Then the pheromones hit him, and, somehow, without a word spoken, they drive to a motel, by coincidence the same one chosen by their respective spy controllers.
The room is bugged, and their four hour performance filmed by the CIA, FBI, KGB, GRU, MI6, Stasi, SAVAK and a dozen other intelligence services, foreign and domestic. Later, the tapes circulate in the spy world under the title Anal Spyvasion No. 69: Nobody Parties Like The Communist Party (Ted was an analyst).
Natasha, who has been fucked for the better part of the last eight hours by three men (a Stasi soundman, unable to restrain himself, burst out of a closet to make a threesome), slowly walks into work, late, still reeking of the aphrodisiac, only to find a dozen text demands from her actual boyfriend, with whom she'd been playing the "sex on demand" game.
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