Agent Pt 02

Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it, Mica xxx Yorkshire England.

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This story follows on from Agent part 1 although that should be read first, this story should stand alone if you don't.

I didn't see Joe when I checked out and left the hotel, oh well, ships that pass in the night. I drove to Lidl and bought groceries and then headed to my new home. It didn't take me long to carry my groceries into the house and then put them away. The freezer wasn't huge, but it would take what I needed and leave some space. The fridge likewise, I tended to buy filtered milk, my thinking was that filtered milk was longer lasting, and should I unexpectedly get called away for a few days, I hoped it would be fresh enough when I returned.

I had no idea what to expect for the next few days, how I would make further contact, I had met Ali, and I assumed, as he was, or rather he looked, Middle Eastern, that he was my target. I would have to check in and confirm my assumption. How to meet my target was the issue facing me. I couldn't keep hanging around out front hoping to meet people.

I had an idea, I would wash my front windows, that should give me a valid excuse to be out front of my house. I grabbed my bucket and filled it with warm water. A squeezy bottle I filled with white vinegar and some washing up liquid. I grabbed a squeegee and out I went. I could easily clean the lower windows, but upstairs would require a ladder, I would go to the DIY store and buy one of those extending ladders. First I went upstairs to dress appropriately. I needed to be able to interest someone, so a dress, tight around the bust and the hem a few inches below my crotch and tight white knickers beneath.

Back down stairs I took my small stepladder out with me and first of all I sprayed the window with my vinegar solution, then wiped it with my cloth and finally squeegeed. Obviously I climbed my step to get to the top of the window. Anyone looking should have been able to see a flash of white. When I had done all of the downstairs windows I put my cleaning things by the front door and went in for my bag and keys. Locking the house, I got in the car. Google told me my nearest DIY store was B&Q on the outskirts of Keithley, so I set the sat nav and I was off.

The longest collapsable ladder that they had would just enable me to clean the upstairs windows, it wouldn't really be good enough to do gutters. I would probably get a man in for that, if I was here that long. Back home I was ready to do the upstairs windows. Out came the ladder, I extended it fully and rested it on the wall next to my bedroom window. I grabbed the spray bottle, the wet cloth and my squeegee and climbed the ladder. I had left my phone on the ground on video record looking up, it should show me what a show I was, or was not, putting on.

As I was on the ladder washing my window, Ali next door came back. He had another man with him. They hurried into his house, shutting the door behind them with a clatter of his post flap. I finished the window and carefully descended the ladder and looked at my video.

An excellent up dress view, my knickers showing clearly, and from the lower level of the ladder it very clearly outlined the shape of my fanny. Good. I assumed that Ali would have seen some of a flash of my knickers. I did the other front window, this one nearer to Ali's house. I took my time and cleaned them as slowly as I could, leaving myself the maximum time for exposure, without it being obvious to anyone watching.

Once down the ladder, I collapsed the ladder and put it into my garage, Along with the bucket which I emptied on the lawn. Back in the house I went through to the conservatory. I could hear Ali and the other man talking, I presumed in their back garden. I would not be able to clean the window above the conservatory, which abutted Ali's garden, but I would be able to do the other one. I decided it would look odd if I only did the front, so I went and got the ladder, and bucket and cloth.

As I was up the ladder cleaning the window I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Ali in his garden. I purposefully didn't look at them, I just cleaned the window. Once done I went back down, collapsed the ladder and put everything away again. I decided I really needed furniture for the conservatory, so I was back in the car and driving to the local garden centre.

The garden centre had what I wanted and, as I was local, they could deliver it that day. I paid, gave them my full address and my mobile number and went home to wait for them. It was about forty minutes after I got home that they appeared. I showed them where it had to go, and they thought through the side gate was the best option for access. It only took them around ten minutes and all was done. I signed their paperwork and waved them off. Now I had furniture in the conservatory.

As I was just locking my garage, Ali came out, I presume the other guy that he was with was either in the house or had gone somehow.

"Oh hello Ali, I can offer you that cup of tea now, now that I have been shopping and have some tea, and a kettle."

"Thank you Liz, yes please."

He came in and followed me into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle was heating I said to him:

"I can offer you Yorkshire Tea or Spicy Chai."

"I will try the Chai please Liz, no milk and two sugar."

Tea made we went and sat in the conservatory, he sat on the sofa, I sat in the chair opposite.

"So Liz, what do you do?" He asked me.

"Nothing at the moment. My ex husband did some book keeping for an organisation in Birmingham, and I helped him. But he wasn't as straight with people as he should be, so I left him and he is now having to explain to that organisation where there money has gone."

"Might that organisation not think you were involved?"

"Oh no, you see, before I left, I went to that organisation and showed them what he had done. They thanked me and gave me their blessing. I told them I would leave and go to London. They said goodbye, but I came to Bingley, it somehow seemed safer to disappear. So now I am an experienced bookkeeper that knows all the tricks, but I have no work to use my skills on."

Well, that should give Ali and his cohorts something to think on. If they read between the lines, they would understand that I was experienced in the less than legal side of finances, and that my loyalties lay with my employer, not anywhere else.

"You have led an interesting life then Liz, no stranger to danger."

"I am very careful Ali," I said uncrossing my legs. Ali would have a good view, should he care to look. He cared to look.

We chatted or a while, I was careful not to ask him about what he did or his business. If he wanted me to know, he would say, I did not wish to appear too inquisitive. I told him that I planned to go out that evening and see what the night life was like in town. He said it was dead and I should go into Bradford instead. The Sunbridge Wells was a good starting point he told me. I had given him plenty of flashes of my underwear and had seen his trousers bulge, good, I was having an effect then. Using my body did not bother me in the slightest, it was a means unto an end, simple as.

After Ali had gone I went and showered, carefully cleaning every nook and cranny, inside and out, who knew what the evening would bring. I was emotionless about the whole thing, I could easily stayed in and done nothing. I had sewed some seeds in the garden of Ali, and so I was interested to see what would grow. Sunbridge Wells it was.

I selected some lingerie to wear that would, if seen, supposedly excite a man. We would see. First was a powder blue suspender belt and then over the straps a very petite thong that I may just as well have not bothered wearing, and then an underwired bra that lifted and pulled together my bust. I hardly needed it after the surgery last year, but well, it matched everything else. I topped it off with a slit sided dress that stopped above my knees and also showed a good amount of cleavage. And then I rolled on my stockings with there dark seam at the back.

Four inch stilettoed pumps, not too high, I had read that there were a lot of cobbled streets where I was going and my usual killer six inch heels would struggle, as would I, and a broken ankle wasn't on my agenda. My bag was a strappy clutch which would have a debit card, some cash and a front door key, all that I would need.

The Uber picked me up at around seven thirty and dropped me off just after eight, the traffic in Bradford was a joke, just road works everywhere, and he couldn't drop me off outside the Wells itself. I followed the drivers instructions and found myself outside my destination. It was quite loud, a lot of music and voices coming from inside. I entered and walked past loads of fast food stalls and found myself at Wallers Bar. It seemed very lively, lots of people inside, some good music, thumping and beating. At the bar I ordered a Slimline Tonic, no one would know it wasn't a vodka and tonic, and I could keep a steady head for longer.

I mingled and was spoken to by quite a few men, and even a couple of women, it seemed like a good place to hook up, if that is what you want to do. I chatted with a few, flirted with more and generally had a good time. Three tonics later I headed to the loo, just to let a little out. Inside there were people having a chemical good time, what ever, and as I walked out, well, what a surprise.

"Liz." Said Ali, only it was more of a shout, it was very loud in there.

"Ali, this place is great, I have spoken to so many people," I shouted back.

"Drink?"

"Vodka slimline tonic please, Bombay," he nodded and I followed him to the bar. He had a coke, and ordered me a large Bombay and slimline.

We went back from the bar and found a small spot not already occupied by at least four people.

"So, what do you think? Bingley has nothing that even approaches this place."

"Yes, it is more like the places I used to see in Birmingham, I bet you could get anything you wanted here."

"Indeed, and not just here, there are many other bars too, this is just one of the older ones. Were you looking for anything specific?"

"God no, I don't do that. A little alcohol and a good time is all I want."

"There is another bar that plays Jazz and they do dancing."

"Cool, yes, not for me, I don't get Jazz it is just a row, a noise." I finished my drink, and he hurried to the bar to get more. I needed to start acting a little more drunk, see if he would open up if he thought I was drunk.

I managed to stagger a little on my feet when he came back and put my hands on his chest to steady myself. "Oops," I laughed and took more of my new drink. He said he didn't usually drink, and I said I sometimes did and I laughed and told him we were opposites.

He asked how.

"Oh, well, I am a woman, you are a man, you probably work, I don't, you are teetotal, I am, as you can see, not teetotal at all." I was trying to stagger a bit as I stood. I was a little tipsy, but nowhere near to the extent that I appeared.

"Well, yes I see what you mean," and he laughed as I swayed in front of him as I finished my drink.

"Gosh," I said waving my glass, "I think I had three before you got here."

"Perhaps just one more then," he said disappearing to the bar. I stood swaying as I waited for his return.

"Thanks you," I said as I gulped at his latest very strong offering. There was no doubt in my mind that he was trying to get me drunk. I hoped I would soon find out why. Whilst he was looking in the other direction I managed to pour most of the drink on the floor and then swept the glass to my mouth and drained it as he turned back to me. I looked at him and hiccupped, "oops" I managed before I swayed and leant against him.

"I think perhaps," he said "I ought to see about getting you home."

He took my hand and slowly we made our way out, up the cobbled walkways to a street. He spoke on his phone as we walked, in Arabic which he didn't know I understood. He was telling someone it was time to pick us up and where we were.

"I have called for a taxi," he said, "It will be here soon."

I just stood leaning against him, knowing it wasn't a taxi, but one of his pals, swaying slightly as we waited. After a few minutes a car pulled up, large, BMW and he opened the passenger rear door and I sort of fell in, legs and arms everywhere. He went around the other side and then leant across me.

"Seatbelt," he said, pulling the belt across my chest between my breasts and clipping it in place. My hand sort of fell on his thigh.

"Thank you," I said, squeezing his thigh. I was looking at him and he looked at me. He then leant down and kissed me his hand on my thigh. I kissed him back and made murmuring noises as his hand went higher up my leg until he reached my crotch. I made a sort of pleasant mewling sound as he stroked my sex through my thong. I moved my hand up his leg and pressed his dick, hard inside his trousers.

He moved my thong to one side and his fingers slid up and down my valley and then he pushed them inside me. I was being fingered in a pretend taxi in Bradford. You can't get much lower than that. I undid his zip and tried to pull his dick out, but it wasn't easy.

"Doesn't want to come out to play," I mumbled and lay back on the seat, his fingers working inside me.

"Perhaps when we get you home," he said, his fingers now moving in and out of me in a finger shag. I made noises as if I were enjoying it.

After what felt like only a few minutes of fingering me, the car slowed and stopped. "We are home," he said, his fingers leaving me, my fanny suddenly feeling empty.

He got out of the car and walked round and opened my car door, helping me out, I did manage to lay over his arm in a sort of draping U at one point. 'He must realise just how drunk I am' I thought. He opened my clutch and took out my key and then helped me walk up the drive to my front door. I managed to stagger and stumble all the way up my drive. He opened my door and helped me inside, shutting the door behind us.

He stood behind me and helped me up the stairs, pushing me the few times I began to fall back, and then we were in my bedroom. He turned me round and undid my dress letting it fall to my feet. I hoped he was impressed by my lingerie, if not, then that was a few hundred pounds wasted on expenses.

He turned me around and kissed me before pushing me back on the bed. I giggled and ran my fingers up and down my knickers. I watched as he pulled his shirt off and his trousers down. I couldn't tell if he was wearing underwear, he was just suddenly naked.

He got onto the bed and pulled me into the middle, lifted my hips and pulled my knickers off. Covering me, he fisted his dick and just pressed it straight at my entrance, pushing in hard, filling me. This guy didn't do foreplay. He started to move, fucking me hard and fast, his dick going in deep and almost coming out on his back stroke. It was mildy pleasant, but there it was. My body functioned for sex but my mind wasn't really interested, but I had to appear as if I was.

I gasped as he pushed in, timing it with his slap on my stomach. Faster and more furious he went and my gasps grew louder. I could feel, despite the alcohol, my pressures building, my body was responding even if my mind wasn't. He was chanting 'fuck, fuck' as he shagged me, pushing in with every 'fuck', every 'fuck' greeted by one of my gasps.

He pushed in very hard, almost violently and his dick sprayed inside me. As his ejaculations coated my inside and flooded my womb, my own body reacted and I gasped loudly and then screamed in his face, my fanny clamping and squeezing his dick as my pleasures erupted through my body, my orgasm exploding and leaving me gasping.

I lay back, spent, and as far as he was concerned, drunkenly out of it. I lay there pretending to be asleep, Ali lay beside me for a while, and I guess when he was sure I was asleep, he got up and started looking through my stuff in my bedroom. I smiled to myself, this is the kind of action I wanted, he was checking me. I didn't have him as a common thief, he was looking at what I might have hidden. There was nothing for him to find as I had nothing hidden. I left the bedroom and I heard him going through the rest of the house, both upstairs and then downstairs.

When he came back I pretended to disturb as he got back onto the bed. He picked my head up and then I felt his dick between my lips as he thrust into my mouth. I made choking noises and then he started to basically fuck my mouth, using it the way he had used my fanny.

"Come on Liz, suck me," he was saying as he thrust into my throat, going faster and faster, "suck me."

My mouth had no problem with his size, and he easily passed my tonsils and into my throat, my tongue stroking along his shaft as he moved. On and on he went, shagging my throat, pressing, his balls slapping against me when he was fully inside me. I flailed my hands a little, to make it look more realistic and then he pressed deep into my throat and I felt his spurtings as they headed of down to my stomach. He pulled back and wiped his sticky dick on my cheeks.

I lay back and gasped and then I let sleep overtake me. He could do what he wanted. If he abused me then I had no doubts that my colleagues in the agency would wreak their revenge. I had been told that placing underage violent kiddie porn on his phone and computer were the usual method, followed by a tip off to the law. I slept, my fanny and stomach full of his seed.

I awoke as my body was being moved. I had been rolled onto my stomach and then my knees tucked up, my backside in the air. I felt his fingers as they scoped goop from my fanny and smeared it around my crinkle. Oh, he was going for the full set was he? I felt his dick press against me, leaning hard, and then my sphincter relented and with almost a 'plop' sound, he was inside my bowel. He started shagging, pressing in deep, his balls clapping against me as higher up, his stomach slapped against my buttocks.

Faster he went, I just grunted as he piled in deep. Whether it was my physiology or the alcohol, I couldn't be sure, but I felt nothing, just a tightness where my sphincter was being stretched. Eventually he finished, presumably flooding my bowel with more of his cum. He pulled back and I fell to my side. I heard him getting dressed and then going downstairs and finally my front door shutting. I lay for a while in case it had been a ruse and he was still in the house, but it seemed he had gone. He had used me, checked my house, and then left, only his sticky secretions any sign that he had been here.

I lay were I was, I would snooze and clean up later.

All I could hope was that Ali was indeed my target.