“Size is your advantage, ladies,” Sharon purred, her voice smooth and commanding as she paced the room. Her white skirt swayed just above her knees, the fabric hugging her hips with every step. The green silk blouse clung to her curves, and her white pumps clicked against the floor like a metronome setting the rhythm of her lecture. “Never compare yourselves to those Matt Helm spy babes. Yes, you need to be beautiful, but not so much that you’re unattainable in your target’s mind. Men love a firm body—and a firm, toned Plus female is highly desirable.”
The recruits sat in silence, their eyes glued to Sharon as she moved like a predator circling its prey. She paused at a large table covered with an array of items: lipsticks, nail polishes, lotions, powders, perfume, pantyhose, lingerie, jewelry, and clothes. “All these,” she gestured to the table, “are tools of your trade. But they’re useless without your magic. Poisonous lipsticks, drugged nail polishes—they’re nothing without basic attraction skills. How you move, how you speak, what you wear—that’s what will get you close to your target. And once you’re close…” She trailed off, her lips curling into a sly smile.
Sharon’s gaze landed on one of the recruits, Cara, who sat with wide eyes, absorbing every word. Cara looked like a younger version of Sharon herself—curvy, confident, and effortlessly alluring. Sharon approached her, her heels echoing in the quiet room. “You,” she said, her voice low and deliberate, “have the body. A size 12, isn’t it?” Her hands glided over Cara’s shoulders, down her arms, and finally rested on her waist. “And the legs,” she added, her grip tightening as she pulled Cara closer until their bodies were pressed together. “What do you say to that, my dear?”
Cara’s breath hitched as Sharon’s lips brushed against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. It was barely there—a whisper of contact—but it sent a shiver down Cara’s spine. “That’s all it takes,” Sharon murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. “One kiss. Poisonous or otherwise. Or a scratch from one of my nails.” She held up her hand, showing off her perfectly manicured nails. “After training, you’ll be as good as me—better, even. It’ll come as naturally to you as breathing.”
Sharon stepped back, leaving Cara flushed and slightly dazed. “Now,” she said, turning to the rest of the recruits, “let’s begin.”
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