Agent 009

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read.

The further adventures of Liz the Agent. The previous stories in the series will help set the scene if you are new. If you want to understand Liz's full back story, you could read JUSTICE, it explains what happened that made her the woman she now is.

I heard back from the Agency, they had done a deep dive on Victor, and it seems he didn't exist five years ago. So, very interesting. Their suggestion was that he perhaps went through some form of witness protection. They believed that if he worked for one of the agencies, there would be some kind of marker, but then, there was no marker against mine, so, he could be anyone. One thing for certain was that he wasn't actually Victor. Intriguing, but was he a danger, was he a risk to me, and more importantly, was he a risk to my mission? The Agency said that they would investigate further.

Ali had told me that he wanted me to consider running his Plant Sales empire. On the one hand it would get me much closer to the core, on the other hand it could keep me isolated and on the periphery of his main dealings, and it was those that I wanted to get closer to. On the other other hand it would give me a source of foreign funding should I need it in the future, assuming that I didn't declare it to the agency. I difficult decision, but I was minded to say yes, but not yet, it had to be on my terms.

I showered and put on a simple sun frock, it was orange with green piped edging, quite garish, but then, that would distract focus from me, so that suited me. My doorbell rang taking me out of my introspection. It was Victor.

"Hello Victor, would you like a cup of tea." I asked him, guessing he actually wanted more.

"Yes that would be nice." He answered cheerily.

"Well come in then and shut the door behind you." I don't stand on ceremony, not for Victor, not for anyone.

I went into the kitchen and decided I would do the good stuff. I had been about to make a pot of tea for myself when the doorbell rang, so I might as well let Victor have some of my Oolong loose leaf too. As the kettle was boiling, I poured hot water from the tap into my tea pot to warm it, and let it stand whilst the kettle did its thing. As the kettle boiled, I emptied my tea pot of the hot water that had warmed it, and added three spoons of oolong, and then added the boiled water from the kettle. Lid on, Cosy on, and then bone chine cups and saucers from the cupboard.

Milk into a jug and sugar into a bowl. All on a tray.

"Come on, let's sit in the conservatory," I said to Victor who had simply hovered watching me.

"Oops, I forgot the strainer," I said. I wanted to give Victor some time alone in my conservatory. I would check the camera later and see if he had done something whilst he was alone. I had a suspicion that he might. I took my time getting the strainer.

"Ah, here it is," telling Victor that I was on my way back.

I poured two teas, added milk to mine and left Victor to add whatever he wanted to his. He added both milk and sugar.

"How are you then Victor?"

"Oh, I am fine Liz thank you, I just thought that some of your wonderful hospitality might be on offer."

So, he wanted a shag, I had decided that I wouldn't. Not until I knew more about him, and what I could trust, and what I could not. I ignored his advance.

"I will usually be able to find time for a cup of tea with you Victor," I said, "Now, this friend of yours, the policeman, that is so interested in my neighbour Ali, does he have any more accusations of misdeeds that you would care to share?"

"Oh, no, I don't think so, I haven't spoken to him since I told you."

"So, has your police friend asked you to spy on my neighbour, or perhaps put cameras up that can record his movements? It all sounds very odd."

"Cameras? What a notion."

"They do that you know. I had a friend once who had a load of rozzers set up in her front bedroom for a few days so that could monitor a house opposite that they thought was manufacturing drugs."

"Wow, and was the house opposite making drugs?"

"Lord no, they were making porn films, all legal."

He laughed, "typical, trust the fuzz to get the wrong end of the wrong stick." He sipped his tea.

"Tell me Victor, ten years ago I was an accountant in Birmingham, happily married to my husband. What were you doing ten years ago, it must have been very different." I wanted to keep chipping away at his story of days gone by, see if I could find any errors.

"I was knees deep in my specialist engineering company, I hadn't planned on spelling it yet."

"Wow, long days I bet, your wife, was she part of the set up?"

"Oh no, I wasn't married, except to my company, and yes the days were long."

"Did you say that you made parts for F1 teams?"

"Yes, MacLaren amongst others."

"Did you go to any of the Grands Prix? Then, that must have been so exciting. I went to one at Castle Donnington once, so very loud."

"Yes I went to a few, I don't think I went to Donnington though, Silverston yes." The agency could go back through archive footage and see if they could find him in the background anywhere. It would help confirm his story if they could.

"Wow, so exciting, what bits did you make?"

"Mostly steering and suspension bits, made from tungsten and to an exacting tolerance. But that was all a very long time ago, it all blurs together you know. I guess it must be the same for you, all the accounts must merge into each other."

"Oh no Victor, I remember them all very clearly, perhaps that is just my accountant's brain."

He looked at me and then sipped at his tea. "Any plans for your future yet Liz?" He asked.

"Not really anything concrete, a few irons warming in fires."

"Oh, anything you care to share?"

"Oh, no not at this stage."

"Fair enough, would you care for a little private delight?"

"Not today Victor, no, I think I have been a little too forward in some areas, so I am keeping myself to myself. More tea?"

He declined and soon after he left, his desires unsated. I checked my phone and watched the security camera video playback. He had indeed poked something down the back of my sofa. Interesting. I went and looked and found a small innocuous looking box. Some kind of audio monitor I supposed. I had to think of somewhere interesting I could put it. In my garage for now until I could think of something better. I would get the gardeners in, time for another sweep. Just who was Victor really, and what was he?

Ali came round and rang my doorbell.

"I don't trust him," Ali said.

"Who?" I asked.

"That man who came round, the man opposite."

"Oh, we just had tea is all, and he said he used to have an engineering firm but sold it. All very boring."

"Maybe, but I really don't trust him at all. Did he ask anything about me?"

"No, not really, he asked if I had any work plans yet, I just said no. I don't like people knowing my business."

"Wise. Have you thought about my proposition?"

"A little. If, and it is a big if, I were to take you up, I would want, as well as my foreign salary, a small salary paying in the UK so I could appear correct and proper to the Revenue in the UK."

"No problem."

"I would set up a small company and work as a self-employed Contractor. That gives me more scope."

"Okay. You are warming to the idea then?"

"Let's say I am not entirely ruling it out."

"Okay, I want to show you something, do you have some time?"

"Yes, let me get my coat."

I grabbed my coat and my small handbag with my usual contents, tampon, cash, credit card, tissues, phone, followed him out and locked the door.

"Where are we going?"

"I followed some of your advice, I want to show you that I listen to you."

We drove across to Bradford and to an old Mill type building. He got out o the car and moved a piece of metal fencing that blocked the way in. He drove in and then to an old loading bay. The place was long deserted, junk and scrap littered the grounds, graffiti covered the walls. Inside was a caravan, the sort that they use in mobile home parks, but it was an old one.

"I had girls that worked from here." He pulled the door open, I looked inside.

It was dingy and I could see that there were three bedrooms. A kitchen full of disgustingly dirty pots, and a chemical toilet.

"Jesus this is gross. If I were a man wanting a shag I would run a mile."

"Liz, the kind of men that use these girls don't care about the where, they would fuck in a back alley if that was all that was available."

"God it is disgusting."

"Let's leave."

We went back out to the car and headed off to the outskirts, not far from the cemetery. He parked in the street and got out. I followed him. We walked a few houses down and then went up to the front door of one which he opened.

I followed him in. There was the unmistakable sound of sex coming from the first room we passed. The house was clean, no dirty pans in the back kitchen room, just two young girls sitting on a settee,

"Quiet ladies," he said "just a quick visit. Just the one customer?"

One of the girls nodded. Ali turned and ushered me out. Once we were outside, he turned to me.

"Better? No? They just pay me rent, it is quite high but their conditions are better. I have now done this with ten houses all in different areas. All in areas of mostly rented houses, they will not stand out to the neighbours. If they don't keep it clean they will be evicted. What do you think?"

It was what I had suggested so I couldn't complain

"Jesus Ali that is miles better than that disgusting mobile home."

"It is early days, we will have to see how it works out. But as you said, it is just rental income, I have nothing to do with any business they conduct in there."

"You have to ensure that you cannot be shown to know that they are running prostitution from there."

"Okay. It is managed by a company I own, I don't directly manage the houses."

"So you have now abandoned those old mobile home facilities, you don't have any of them any more?"

"No, none. It is early days, and I don't know if it will work. If not, then the girls can go back to mobile homes, I get more money that way."

"Yes, more money, but more risk, this seems much cleaner. The girls can even register at a local health centre too."

"That is up to them, I have nothing to do with them."

"Do you supply them with drugs? I had heard that many working girls are addicts."

"Not mine. My people may sell them, but none are allowed to use them."

"I heard that someone was found in the Lidgett Green beck with his feet cut off."

"He must have been skimming his boss I guess. In the businesses that I am in, we cannot be seen to be soft. The softest I would get is to not exact retribution on their family."

"Okay. Is that it, is that what you wanted to show me?"

"Yes, what else could you want to see?"

"I need to know what I am letting myself in for if I am going to work for you. What risks I am exposing myself to. Drugs?"

"Maybe."

"If, and we are still saying if, if I take on your sites, there can be absolutely no illegal activities there. No drugs selling, no girls working from there. The only iffy thing would be cash sales and adding a grand on top of what customer pays."

"Of course. I have people that grow or manufacture for me. There are a lot of abandoned buildings, they are easy to convert. A lot of pubs closed down and are not used. They make great growing opportunities or even laboratories for me, plus there are many old abandoned buildings that no one ever checks over. I have no need for your Plant showrooms."

"One thing you need to be able to do is show legitimate business that can support your standard of living, that are all separated by a country mile from any illegal cash income."

"No worries on that score. I have now around twenty five barbers shops, all cash only all keep books, all obviously have fewer actual customers than the books show. They are mine, I take income from them. I also have some Fried Chicken and also some Pizza shops, again all cash, again owned by me and legal, everything is declared. I also run some private hire firms, again legitimate, fully registered and legal."

"That is a lot of things that you need to keep an eye on Ali."

"Yes, that is why I want someone I can trust to look after my new venture. You, I trust. There are things I told you in the early days, that would have interested the authorities; they have shown no interest, which tells me that you haven't been sharing things with people you shouldn't."

"You have just told me that I cannot trust you. Can you take me home."

I had to play being pissed off and annoyed, although I had suspected it.

"Don't be such an innocent, you would have done the same, and don't forget I was being followed just after you appeared on the scene."

"Just take me home Ali." I said.

The journey home was silent, I think I managed to successfully portray a pissed off woman. I didn't invite him in, I just got out of the car and went in, shutting the door firmly behind me. I did wonder what had been false about what he told me, but I wasn't going to lose any sleep over it. But then I hadn't been honest with him, no matter what I told him, he would still get done for running brothels, be they in dingy caravans or in houses in an urban street, it was still living off immoral earnings, and they would charge him for each and every one. That was his future, he just didn't know it.

When they came to charge him over his Chinese import companies, they would need me as a material witness, but I would have gone, in the wind, new identity, new part of the country. The thing that we were interested in though, was his importing guns, that was the big one, and that is why I was there.

I had decided that I would try and direct that incoming traffic to the Leeds depot. That had the right equipment to handle the containers, the other locations really would just be unload and sell. The Leeds depot had enough space to store the empty containers and already had a few there, so there would be no storage issues with the local council.

Alice called round, pushing past me as soon as I opened the door. I shook my head laughing and shut the door behind her and turned around. She ran at me and jumped up, arms around my shoulders, legs around my bottom, her lips crushing mine as I staggered back against the wall.

"I haven't seen you in days," she said as she disentangled herself from me.

"Well, no, but I have been here, it is just that I have also not been here. I have been busy. What do you know about the guy that lives opposite, Victor?"

"Him, the old guy? He is a bit creepy, but I don't know much about him, he moved in a couple of months before you I think. If I remember I came home one day, and there he was. Don't see much of him."

"He's been around a couple of times for cups of tea, but I just can't make him out, he's a bit cagey about what he does is all."

"I don't think I would invite him in."

"No, I may not again."

I still had to decide what to do with his naughty device that he put in my house, the cleaners were due tomorrow, hopefully they could tell me what it was.

"Now then," Alice said, "you have been avoiding me."

"Oh I think that is unfair, would you like a cup of tea?"

"No."

"Some toast?"

"No."

"Some of me?"

"Yes."

"Shall we, as they say, repair to the boudoir?"

"Yes." She pulled her dress off and threw it to the floor, standing totally nude and looking at me impatiently.

I led the way upstairs to my bedroom. To infuriate her, I slowly rolled back my quilt to reveal my clean sheet, and then turned and slowly took of my dress, and I too was naked. Two naked women in a bedroom in a house in suburban West Yorkshire. Who could have guessed?

Alice was already on my bed, her legs parted and awaiting my pleasures. I approached slowly, my view is that good things are worth waiting for. I dipped forward and ran my tongue along her crease, through per petals and dabbed his nubbin, she gasped. I pulled away slightly and blew along her crease as I moved down to her entrance, blowing gently before dipping down and licking around her opening.

Pulling back again my fingers reached under, pressed her sphincter, hard enough for it to give way to me, and then rather than entering, I quickly pulled back and pushed into her fanny.

"Oh fuck," she gasped; I smiled.

I eased my single finger out and then paused, she tensed in anticipation and as I sensed her relax I pushed two fingers inside her, the heat from her fanny walls hot on my fingers. I scissored inside her, widening her for the dick that I don't have. As my fingers worked inside her I pressed my thumb on her clitoris, hard, really pressing down, and then relaxing and following up with a light touch. I bent forward and blew on her clitoris and I saw her shiver, small goosebumps appeared on her mons, that was a new one, I must try that again.

My fingers sawed in and out, shagging her, and I increased my speed and my pressure, the rest of my hand with my bunched up fingers pressing hard in her valley on my in stroke, my two fingers almost entirely leaving on my out.

"Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, shit, shit," she gasped as I blew on her nubbin before dabbing it with my tongue and then swirling the tip of my tongue around her hard nubbin as it peaked up from the top of her valley. Her fanny squeezed my fingers tightly, almost a vice like gip, and she screamed loudly, her body bucking on my bed as her orgasm screamed its way out of her and her tensions left as her pleasure flowed. I pulled away and Alice slowly came down and landed back on Earth.

In the morning the cleaners arrived. Whilst they were busy mowing my lawn I took their techie into my garage. I had explained what I had found and told him not to say anything in my garage. He looked at the device and nodded. He ushered me outside.

"You can buy them relatively easily. They are made by the Chinese using Huawei RF chips," he said as we walked back along my side passage into my back garden. "You have to know where to find them though, and it's not on the Tottenham Court Road. They basically listen and repeat every sound they hear onto a UHF frequency, so they only have a small range."

"Across the road? Only it was planted by a neighbour from over the road."

"Yes, or even a little further, but no more than a hundred yards I would say." He reached into his pocket and passed me a small plastic box.

"Here, this is a detector. Press this button and a red light glows, the more it glows, the nearer you are. If you look the light is glowing red, it is picking up the device in your garage."

"What should I do with the bug?"

"Oh you could just smash it with a hammer, they will think it has simply malfunctioned, whoever they are that is."

"Thank you. Will this pick up any device or only that type?"

"It will pick up most, but not all. It should be good enough if you know or think someone has been in your house."

"Thank you."

After they had gone I took the bug that Victor had left and dropped it down the drain at the end of my drive. I had no idea if water would kill it or not, but at least it was out of my property. In my kitchen I used the device and checked, no red light, so either I had killed it or it was out of range. I then put the detector in my kitchen drawer, who searches kitchen drawers? Apart from me that is.

Ali came round after lunch.

"I would like to discuss something with you," I said as we sat drinking tea.