Infiltrate

The day of the Port Rob concert came and it was a banger, a spiritual experience for all. Trisha thanked god for her job and the opportunity to see this concert with prime seating and VIP access.

The concert had come to an end, and the VIPs were now gathered backstage, enjoying the post-show atmosphere. Among the crowd, Sarah remained in her stakeout van with a few other analyst from the task force, her partner Trisha on a covert mission to get closer to the target.

Trisha's heart skipped a beat when she spotted Alex amidst a group of ten incredibly attractive girls. They were stunning, perhaps the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. Trisha wasn't usually attracted to women, but the sheer presence of these girls and the magnetic charm of Alex himself made her question her own preferences.

With a small button camera discreetly pinned to her attire and a wire leading to an earpiece, Trisha communicated with the control van, which included Sarah and a few other analysts. Doubt hung in her voice as she shared her observation. "I don't think this will work," she admitted, scanning the scene.

"Improvise but don't give up" Sarah responded.

As she continued to watch Alex and his interaction with the beautiful women, something clicked in her mind. She could read body language with remarkable skill, a talent honed through her work, and she realized that despite his evident attraction to the girls, something was holding him back.

The control van and Trisha herself speculated on the reasons behind his hesitation. Trisha was unsure about how to proceed, but then, inspiration struck. She had a plan.

Alex, now somewhat tipsy from the drinks, looked visibly uncomfortable despite the alluring attention he was receiving. It was then that Trisha decided to make her move. She knew she had to act quickly and decisively. This was a sign.

Positioning herself strategically, she turned from a corner and collided with Alex, causing him to spill his beer all over her. Swearing and visibly annoyed, she chastised Alex, who offered profuse apologies, clearly flustered.

"WHOA!"

*Bump

"Hey watch where you are going fucker!"

"I'm sorry you came out of nowhere"

"This is an autographed shirt asshole."

"I said I am sorry... I think it won't stain."

Trisha employed techniques she had mastered during her covert days. She shifted her demeanor from irritation to seduction, giving Alex an appreciative once-over and licking her lips provocatively.

"Well... you could be right but either way this shirt is ruined" She said calmly

"But..."

"How about... you... compensate?" she purred, stepping closer.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she told Alex that his accident had ruined her shirt, which happened to bear Port Rob's autograph. She insisted that he had to make it up to her and asked for a date. Alex, though taken aback, was also proud to be openly flirted with by someone who wasn't his summon. He agreed, and they exchanged contact information, leaving the VIPs in the background, especially his waifu squad, in stitches of laughter at the unexpected turn of events.