The Prude and the Spy
By Laurel Magnolia
Copyright 2011 by Laurel Magnolia. All rights reserved.
First Smashwords Edition: July 2011
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The Prude and the Spy
Martha lay down in her bed, finally happy with her life. Her father had betrayed Saddam and fled Iraq with her and her mom during the first Iraq war. He had given valuable information to the CIA and had been set up in a remote town under American names. He pretended to be a business man and Martha had been home schooled. Although they were in America, they were raised in the traditional tribal ways and Martha was never allowed to go out. Finally, with the fall of the dictator, Martha was allowed to join an all women’s college. Her father picked her up and dropped her every day and she was never allowed to bring her friends over or to go visit her friends and absolutely no chance of having a boyfriend. Martha though stumbled on the college library and was consumed by the images of men, strong, sexy virile men and she spent hours there staring at the pictures. At home she pleasured herself immensely imagining being with those men. All her classmates in college thought she was a prude and she had no friends. She couldn’t tell them the truth, as she was worried about the danger. Many called her a prude to her face and she felt very lonely at school. Then her father announced that he had arranged a marriage for her with a man from Iraq and he would come and live with them after their marriage. Martha did not even see the picture and dared not asked about him. She hoped he would be as good looking as the men she stared and fantasized about from the magazines and the internet.
Martha was going on about her life, when her parents met with an accident and died. She was left all alone and mourned their loss. This was the first time in her life she was alone and her sadness was overwhelming. Her father had shown her all the financial details and so it was easy for her to pick up those aspects. Slowly she picked up the pieces and learnt to drive. She was very eager to meet the driving instructor, imagining him to be some wonderful Adonis. Instead, he was a middle age, very heavy guy. But he was a good teacher and she learnt to drive and slowly picked up the pieces. Then one day, her toilet broke and she called the plumber to fix it. The main plumber was busy and the replacement guy Chad came in to fix it. Chad was gorgeous 6'4”, muscled and built like a tank. He had a wonderful smile and through a series of bungles, Martha ended up having wild and passionate sex with him. Martha did not tell him that she was a virgin and Chad had a lot of fun. Chad was called away and he promised to come back the next day and fix the broken toilet and the pipe and winked and implied that they would have some more fun. Martha was delirious with joy and was so happy. She had given up and really did not know how to approach men and how to go about life. She did not know what happened to the arranged match back in the Middle East. Then out of nowhere Chad came by and changed everything. The sex was so spontaneous and he was so strong, gentle and still like a raging bull and she loved the experience and wanted to experience more of him. He said he would call the next night and Martha decided she would stay in the house for the next few days, so that she wouldn’t miss him.
The sun set and Martha went and took a shower, so happy with what had happened today. She hadn’t planned anything and it just happened. It was much better than anything she could have imagined and felt much better than all her fantasies and the porn she watched on the internet after her parents passing. They never let her on the internet unsupervised. Martha just slipped on her pajamas and slipped into her dreams. She could not stop thinking about Chad and his beautiful hairs and his throbbing manhood and his beautiful chest and his eyes and smile. He was simply gorgeous and big and strong and her body ached to be curled up next to him. She longed for him and wished he would spend the night over, so she could snuggle up to him all night long. Then the bell rang and Martha wrapped up in her imaginary world, assumed it was Chad coming back and rushed downstairs. As she rushed, she remembered Chad telling her that he wouldn’t be there till the next night. But she was too caught up in the excitement and just rushed over to the door.
Randy Walker and Paula Carpenter stood at the entrance waiting for an answer. Both wore suits and ties and were very worried. They had been ordered by the CIA to bring Martha back to the head office back as soon as possible. The CIA had picked up chatter about revenge and the location and manner in which revenge had been conducted. On further investigation, it revealed that it was Martha’s parents. They sent their investigators out and realized that the car accident was actually sabotage and murder. After the fall of Saddam, the CIA had let many other rebels into America. But they did not do their homework well, as many of these rebels had actually been fighting each other for centuries. Some had been feuding even before America existed as a nation. After the fall of Saddam, they retreated back to their old fault lines and picked up where they left off. When Martha’s father had contacted one of his old friends and looked around for a groom, the news had leaked and one of Saddam’s fallen men paid a bounty and had them killed. The CIA was now scrambling to get the remaining families together and give them new identities and find out if they had any information.
Martha rushed to the door and flung it open, thinking it was Chad. She came to a full stop on seeing the two suit clad figures in her doorway. She wondered if these were sales people. “Hello, I am Paula and this is Randy and we are from the CIA, can we come in?” said Paula, flashing her badge and so did Randy. Martha did not know what to say and just nodded her head and became very submissive again. “Look, this is going to come as a shock to you, but we have to say this now as we have very little time. Your parents were murdered by their enemies. Unfortunately, he gave out his location, when he was trying to fix your wedding and they found out and killed him and your mom. We just learned recently that another of your father’s enemies have decided to kidnap you and get your father’s substantial assets from you. Apparently your father let that slip too, because he was overjoyed by Saddam. They will be here soon and we need to leave now,” said Paula. Randy just stood there not saying a word and not even taking his cooling glasses off. Even then, he was a beautiful specimen. He was blonde, had a square jaw, was about 5’11” and was very slim and athletic. He wasn’t built like Chad the plumber, but was very athletic; almost like a marathon runner and Martha strangely felt excited by the sight of him, despite the circumstances.