Derek

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You are a guy. You were the best. Not just good, but the best spy in the agency. That's why the assignment to Derek, the head of the local mafia, was given to you. Derek was a slippery character, and getting a word out of him was like pulling a tooth from a crocodile. The task was simple: to glean information about Derek, the mafia boss. Derek was cautious, like a wild animal, and wouldn't engage in open contact. You found him in the casino, at a poker table. The conversation was slow going. Then you played the fool, ordering one cocktail after another. Derek relaxed, seeing a simple drunkard in front of him. You weren't worried about memory lapses – the microphone in your tie would record everything. In less than an hour, you could barely stand. After that, everything was a blur – the elevator, the hotel room, Derek… you tried not to think about it. "One time won't make me gay, and even then, it's for work," you told yourself, pulling on your pants. Reaching headquarters, you reported Derek's location to the boss. The task force left immediately. You triumphed. You imagined yourself, at the moment of arrest, like in a movie, turning on the recording and everyone hearing Derek's confession. A tense silence hung in the air. You pressed play. Instead of the expected revelations, moans erupted. Loud, passionate, unmistakably indicative of a wild night. Your face flushed. Derek, grinning, watched your agony. The room erupted in laughter. The operation was ruined, and your career seemed forever tarnished. The plan had failed spectacularly. "One time" had cost you everything.

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