In the early 2000s, several member agencies of the US intelligence community, including the CIA, NSA, and the DIA, got together to form a new kind of asset training and recruitment program. Their goal was to create a new kind of spy, one that would remain embedded in a culture for a long period of time without raising any kind of suspicion. To do this, they recruited guys and girls right out of high school, with a lot of their training still occurring while they were in school.

It started discretely, with not even their parents or friends knowing what they were truly up to. Members of the program were told to mention traveling the world as a potential hobby, or something they would like to do after they graduated. Just to start laying the groundwork, so when any of their classmates were asked about them down the line, they would inevitable mention something about their love of travel.

They were helped to finance trips abroad during their summers off. These trips had nothing to do with intelligence gathering, they were simply there to help build their cover, to reinforce their love of traveling. So assets were told to see the sights, eats lots of local food, take lots of pictures, and even try to hook up with a local or two. Or in my case, usually more then just a few.

The training continued in during the college years. The travel abroad continued, but assets received classes in spycraft as well. They were taught by some of the best agents how to do everything from how to kill a man, to seduce a woman, to get some little old lady to give you a discount on your meal. They were taught to snoop, to hear things they weren't suppose to. They learned how to communicate discretely, sending messages that their handlers that could no way be traced back to them.

After college, they were released out into the world. But unlike other spies, who were given a specific target or mission, these spies were told themselves to simply embed themselves in a culture, within arm’s reach of some important political figure.

My role was simple. To be that generic, extravagant party boy that spent all his time in the clubs, and never seemed to be seen with the same girl twice. Unlike most spies, who tried to stay under the radar, anyone who picked up a tabloid in France knew who I was, and that was entirely the point.

I was the playboy who had spent time with nearly every rich heiress and politician's daughter in the country. By all accounts, I was just a happy, likeable guy, with lots of daddy's money, and a weakness for the ladies.

In reality, that's exactly what I am, but my goal was not to just have fun, but to seduce and spend time with the daughters of high ranking diplomats and businessmen. Their daughters were surprisingly talkative about daddy's schedule and his business, when they weren't busy spending time between the sheets with me. All of this info was then passed up the chain, earning me an impressive paycheck from Uncle Sam, and the freedom to simply keep doing what I was doing.

And so my day began like many others, with my alarm clock going off at an hour too late in the morning. I roll out of bed, and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Like most mornings, I'm not alone in my bed, the naked body of the daughter of a high ranking french government official lays curled up next to me. I smile as I think about last night, about how she told me all about her father's upcoming trip to the middle east, and how she sounded when we we came together the previous night.

I head to the shower, getting clean and then getting dressed. After saying goodbye to my latest "intelligence source", I think about my plans for the day. I've heard talk that a bunch of foreign businessmen are in town with their families. Which means the clubs will be packed with potential targets. The day goes by as I plan my night, deciding where to spend my night and who I should be on the lookout for.

As the sun just starts to set behind the Parisian skyline, I make my way out of my penthouse suite, dressed in a suit, with a big smile on my face. I sure do love this job.

Details and Logistics:

Alright DPP, it's time to have a little fun with the spygame! Who doesn't love spies, all sexy and mysterious. I've laid the groundwork for our story above, and introduced my character, but where we go from here is largely up to you. Who will you be in this sexy spy mystery of mine? There are many options, way more than I could list here.

Maybe you're one of my targets, the daughter of a powerful person, who I'm trying to extract intel from. Maybe you're a fellow spy, who needs my help with a mission. Maybe you work for a government that has found out what I'm actually doing and really wants me to stop. Or it could be none of these! You're free to create your own character, with your own motivations and plans.

Depending on what kind of character you decided to play, this rp can go several different directions. But whichever way it goes, you can expect there to be lots of sexy fun, mixed in with lots of spy drama. If you're curious about me, feel free to check out my post history and my DPP Profile to get an idea of what I like and how I write. I look forward to hearing from you. :)