1. An American Swallow


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    with an alarming complacency. I didn’t want to be my mother. I wanted to be my father. I craved a life of significance and adventure. One afternoon in mid-July, I was sunbathing in the backyard rereading Lolita , when my favorite of my father’s protégés stopped by the house. Edward Allan, in addition to being incredibly ambitious, was also one of the most charming and handsome men in a very ugly business. He never treated me like the boss’ daughter. Instead, he treated me like a desirable woman. He was unlike the Harvard boys my classmates dated; there was an edge to him I yearned to explore. He found me wearing a robin’s egg blue bikini with white trim. Appreciating his attention, I made no attempt to cover myself, even though a robe was folded next to me. I flushed. “Dad’s not here.” “I know, Jennifer,” Edward replied. “I came to see you.” He walked over to the deckchair, and sat opposite me. I wished he were closer, pinning me down. I was desperate for him to tear off my bikini and use me with a ferocity borne of inside knowledge of some looming international disaster. I wanted to taste semen tinged with urgency and crisis. My face, however, did not betray my libido. “Oh? Are you recruiting at Wellesley?” I hoped he would ask me out, but I decided to lecture him about feminism instead. “It’s time you hired some women. I’ve told dad the same thing. The CIA needs different skills and perspectives, and women offer both. Dad disagrees.” “Your father belongs to a different ...
    era. He can’t see things the way we do.” I was staggered. Was Edward agreeing with me? I had made this pitch to every Agency executive I encountered, and each one had dismissed me politely. It’s too dirty. Too dark. Women aren’t ruthless enough. “Speaking of different perspectives, I have a situation. Maybe you can see something I’ve missed.” I snapped Lolita shut. I had heard my father discuss “situations” for years, and I longed to participate in those conversations. “What are you up against? Tell me more!” I could barely contain my excitement. “Well, we need to be very discreet about this. One - this is about national security. Two - if your dad finds out I’m talking shop with you, he could fire me.” “I understand. No talking.” I was desperate to be discreet. “I know you’re a serious woman. The stakes are high. Silence is essential.” He was parroting my dad’s secrecy spiel, so I made an earnest face and nodded. “The military attaché at the Soviet Embassy, Dimitri Polunin, is married to the daughter of a Politburo member who’s tight with Khrushchev. Dimitri also adores young American women. He just broke up with a secretary at Treasury, and now he’s prowling the Occidental for new company. What do you think we should do?” “Compromise him, of course. Turn him. I’d recommend an attractive young female agent, but I know you have none. The Soviets and their allies have women for assignments like this. To wit: Irvin Scarbeck! You need to find a domestic ‘Swallow.’” I was enjoying ...