Spy Academy - 2. Making A Better World (Patreon)

Jason still couldn’t believe it.

One moment, his future was in the gutter. The next, he was free, his record wiped clean. It felt like a dream, so much that he’d been pinching himself ever since they left the police station. It wasn’t until they reached the airport hotel that Jason finally, truly accepted his monumentally good fortune.

By now it was late in the evening. Jason still felt that buzz, that tingle just under the skin. It was that rush of elation, of excitement. A feeling he never wanted to let go. After all, he had every reason to be happy. Being free was pretty good, but sharing a hotel room with that smokeshow redhead? That was something else entirely.

He didn’t want to be a creep and ogle Miss Dekker like some sex-starved virgin. But the woman was gorgeous, all bright eyes and full body, it would be a crime not to look. So Jason settled for sneaking peeks at her reflection in the hotel windows.

With her hair damp and shiny, and that lovely figure of hers wrapped nice and snug in that silk robe, she offered a tantalizing treat having just come from the shower. Her fair skin flushed a nice pink from the hot water and steam, her cheeks, her neck, and her cleavage too. Jason had to wonder: was it her generous or her wicked nature that led her to part her robe just so?

Jason sneaked a few more quick peeks before turning to face her outright. She sat on her bed - they would unfortunately be sleeping separately - rubbing lotion on her smooth legs. Lovely legs they were, just like every other inch of her. She noted his attention and offered up a cheeky, knowing smile.

Jason felt his cheeks grow warm. Sure, Donna Dekker was a complete knockout. But that wasn’t the only reason he was staring. He was grateful, too. More than he could ever explain. This was the woman who got him off the hook with the police - though he knew he wasn’t off the hook completely. Thanks to the agreement he made with her, his future was set.

Trevelyan Academy was waiting for him. And from what she’d told him, her people had big plans for Jason Silva.

Donna continued to rub the lotion into her smooth, flawless skin, emphasizing the perfection of her legs. As she did, Jason picked up the music from her lips, the gentle sighs and soft hums. A ridiculous thing to be turned on by - but in the ripe age of his teens, Jason was a livewire. Anything could - and did - set him off.

Finally, the teenager found the nerve to speak.

“One phone call.” Jason huffed in disbelief. He met Donna’s eyes, shaking his head with a smile. “That’s really all it took?”

Donna wiped her hands clean with a small towel, her smile brightening with modest pride.

“That’s all it took.” She confirmed, leaning back on her hands. She crossed her legs - Jason couldn’t ignore that even if he tried. Just as before, she noticed his attention. It only made her smile grow.

Jason swallowed, a laugh rising in his throat.

“Damn.” He sat down on his own bed, across from hers. Theirs was a basic airport hotel room, nothing to write home about, but to a young man riding high on damn good luck it felt like the fucking presidential suite. “How much pull does your… uh… organization have?”

Even as her playful smile remained, Donna’s eyes grew sharp. Jason blinked, not expecting the intensity in her gaze.

“More than you would believe, Mr. Silva.” She answered. And the teenager somehow knew she was telling the absolute truth.

Jason’s heart skipped a beat. As if the woman couldn’t possibly get sexier. She had explained the situation to him, but it’d still been vague enough to leave her and her people surrounded by a certain mystique. Here she was, an adult woman who was more than comfortable to room with and shower so close to a hormonal teenage boy. Any other time, Jason would have thanked the heavens for this fantasy come to life. Even now, he felt almost no need to question it.

Almost.

“So… my parents…” Jason broached the subject slowly, cautiously. Just in case he didn’t like the answer. “How’d you convince them to agree to this?”

Donna’s expression softened, though intent entered her eyes. Back to business for her, back into her role as a recruiter.

“We’ve had our eye on you for a while.” She admitted, sitting a bit more forward - though she remained propped up on her hands. “We know that your parents are often away on business. Workaholics, as you’re already well aware. As far as they know, their son has won a full ride scholarship to an elite private school. And that’s true, by the way. Trevelyan will open doors for you that most people don’t even know exist.”

Donna smirked, pursing her soft lips slightly. A satisfied look crossed her stunning features.

“Trust me,” She assured him. “Your parents… it didn’t take much to convince them.”

A flat smile broke across Jason’s face. He gave a short nod.

“Heh. I don’t doubt it.”

Donna gave a small pout, both sympathetic and playful. She rose from her bed then and drew closer - Jason admired just how well her robe clung to her very womanly figure. His body reacted the way only a young man’s could, hot blood pumping even harder through his veins just as she took a seat beside him. It only got worse when she began to rub comforting circles in his back.

The older woman patted his shoulder gently, affectionately.

“Something you want to get off your chest?” She asked him, her concern sounding as genuine as could be.

“No.” Jason answered truthfully. “My parents never had problems with me. I never had problems with them. It’s just like you said: their focus has mostly been on work. That’s just how they are.”

Beside him, she gave an accepting hum. Her hand continued to rest upon his shoulder. Jason very much enjoyed her warm touch.

“You’ve been missing some direction because of that.” She told him. “Trevelyan will give you that and more. We’ll put you on the path to becoming the best version of yourself.”

Jason turned to face her, expecting to see cunning eyes. But he found no sign of manipulation. It appeared that Donna was completely sincere… or maybe she was just that good. But in the end, it didn’t matter to Jason. He liked what she had to say. Donna’s voice certainly didn’t hurt. Powerful words coming so soft, so sweet, in such a rich, feminine voice… it could win the loyalty of any man.

Maybe that’s why Donna was sent to recruit me… they knew I could never say no to a pretty face… God, she’s gorgeous.

They sat there, side by side, the silence between them stretching out as the seconds ticked by. Donna kept up her comforting touch, rubbing soothing circles into Jason’s back. The teenager couldn’t help but enjoy it… but mostly he mulled over what he would say next.

Finally, a question came forth from his racing mind.

“So… you say this school is going to turn me into a real action hero. But what exactly am I going to be doing?” The curiosity he felt was potent. Donna put her silver tongue to good use, but Jason decided it was time for some real answers.

The recruiter didn’t seem to begrudge him for it. In fact, she seemed quite pleased with his prying inquisitive nature. The older woman smiled, inching away slightly to better face him. She crossed her legs again, folding her hands over her lap… and Jason couldn’t ignore the way her robe rode up nicely on her creamy thighs.

“Well, first we’re going to train you.” Donna answered, simple and direct. “You and the other recruits we’ve been collecting.”

Jason’s brow rose. Though it did make sense - whatever operation Donna’s people were running, they wouldn’t just focus all their attention on one person. Donna seemed amused by his expression, softly snorting.

“Young men like yourself.” She went on to explain, making a point to eye the teenager up and down. The look in her eye was enough to send his heart speeding up again. The woman smirked, continuing. “Intelligent. Fit. Proactive. Exceptional. Together you’ll study under the finest instructors in the world. Our regimen is tough, strict. It will sharpen your mind, your body, your instincts. You’ll learn espionage, drill combat scenarios, and train with bleeding edge tech - in the field, you’ll have the best tools at your disposal. We will forge you into spies, soldiers, defenders of the free world. You will be the finest young men of the generation.”

By the end of it, Donna’s expression had changed. Her eyes, at first bright and sharp, looked like they had clouded over. Glazed and dreamy. It was faint, but Jason could see it. The lapse only lasted for an instant, though. Donna blinked, straightening her posture, returning once more to the focused recruiter who spirited Jason out of trouble.

Another moment of silence stretched out between them. Donna kept her eyes on him, awaiting his response. Jason, however, took the time to really digest the redhead’s words. He chewed on his lower lip, thinking.

Becoming a super spy, it was an appealing career choice… and it sounded just as dangerous as Jason thought it’d be.

“Defenders of the free world.” Jason mused, his jaw going tight with thought. “That’s a pretty lofty goal. And a big responsibility you’re putting on my shoulders. Mine and all these other exceptional young men.”

It was a token show of concern, of course. Donna saw right through it. Jason had already agreed to Donna’s terms. He’d signed the papers and she’d made the calls. The deal was done. Jason was going to see it through, wherever it led.

“I know your type. You can handle it. You’ll thrive in this world, Jason.” Donna insisted, a passionate edge just creeping into her voice. Faint, but enough for Jason’s ears to catch. She scooched closer again, her arm sliding around his waist. The touch was familiar. Intimate. Jason didn’t dare stop her. She set her chin on his shoulder, gazing up at him. “You’ve got that look in your eye. It’s unmistakable.”

“Is that right?”

Donna didn’t answer. She only smiled.

A moment later she was standing again, making for the shared bathroom. The door shut behind her, leaving Jason with only silence and his thoughts. For a while, the teenager believed he had done something wrong, acted a bit too cocky perhaps. Seconds ticked by, turning into a minute, then  two. Finally, Donna Dekker returned from the bathroom. And she was a vision.

No longer dressed in a bathrobe and her lovely red locks treated to a tolerable dryness, the older woman was wearing a black, frilly teddy. The nightgown covered even less than the robe did, ending just above her mid-thigh and sporting a deep V neckline that offered a bountiful view of her ample, pale breasts.

The fabric was dark and subtly sheer, just enough for the light from the bathroom to cast her figure in silhouette. Jason saw and he savored. Donna Dekker’s femininity was bold, her body portraying womanhood without shame. Jason drank in the curve of her hips and the proud swell of her bosom. Jason Silva appreciated the sight given to him. And Donna was all too happy to be appreciated.

The teenager sat there, watching as she drew back towards the beds, towards him. But to his disappointment, she drew back the covers of her own bed rather than his own. She had ordered a room with two beds for a reason, he sadly realized.

As Donna slid under the covers, drawing them over her body - hiding her lovely figure away from view - she cast a warm look over to Jason.

“We’re going to be making a better world.” She said. She gave a soft noise, twisting her body so that she lay on her side, facing him. Sighing, she sank into the comfort of her bed. But still she locked eyes with Jason. And her gaze held much promise. “Our people know how to reward heroism. Like I said before, you’re going to love the perks that come with this job.”

Jason gave a huff, shaking his head. All that touching and rubbing and that deal with her sexy nightwear… the teenager couldn’t ignore the pressing matter any longer. Donna, the vixen, had left him with a major hard-on. His cock was swollen in his pajama bottoms - loose sweatpants, thankfully - thick and throbbing with his own frothing blood.

Donna had done this to him. But would she do anything about it?

Jason felt daring. He decided to test the waters.

“I’d still like to know what sort of perks you mean.” He pressed, smirking.

Unlike Donna, he remained sitting on the edge of his bed. He spread his legs a bit, hoping she’d catch sight of the long, hard shaft straining against the fabric of his pants.

Donna saw. Her eyes flashed upward to meet his again. She raised a brow, her lips quirked up at the edges.

“You should have joined me in the shower.” She told him, a devious giggle rising in her throat. Her eyes shone with a new, pleasing sort of wickedness. “I would have shown you.”

Jason swallowed. He almost couldn’t speak.

“Seriously?” The young man croaked.

Donna’s giggle turned into a gleeful cackle. And to his dismay, she rolled over in bed, facing away from him. But her sweet voice continued on, carrying through the cool air of the hotel room.

“Now you’ll just have to wait and see. Get some sleep. Our flight leaves first thing in the morning.” She said, sighing. “And you don’t want to be late for your new life.”