Agent Pt 03

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 and 2 although they should be read first, this story will stand alone if you don't.

In the morning I showered and douched and showered again and douched again. He had really used me last night. I wonder what he got out of it? It didn't do much for me but I wasn't offended, it was what I had expected and the whole thing had just been clinical. I wondered if I could carry on being emotionally detached and simply being clinical. Laying there and thinking of England, My King and Country? Today was the first of my prearranged meetings with the agency.

I had no way of knowing if I was being bugged or followed, so I took the usual precautions. A lot of mirror checking as I drove, nothing, but they could just be better than me, I had decided that I could do nothing that would look suspicious, no sudden turns and then back tracking, that was saved for the films. I drove to the Farmers Boy in Bingley and ordered a prawn salad and an orange juice to consume outside.

I sat at a table and looked over the car park, watching people coming and going. It was relatively early and so footfall was light. There was the banging and clattering of tuns as they took a beer delivery, and in the background the rush of water across the weir, the river was high after the recent rains, but the weir hadn't been overtopped yet.

I went into the loo and as I was going a woman brushed past me, and I had a small mobile phone pressed into my hand. I sat in a cubicle in the loo and looked at the phone, there was a text notification.

'Liz. Ali confirmed. Leave phone on cistern.'

Good, so Ali was my target, that means I haven't been wasting my time with him. I flushed the loo and left phone as directed. As I left the Ladies the woman who bumped into me passed me and went into the cubicle I had just left. There was, as far as I could tell, no one else in the loo, and if anyone had been watching me, then they would have seen that there was no one else in the loo at the same time as me. Good. Security maintained.

I still had to meet the people next door on the other side and as I pulled on my drive there was, luckily, someone on their drive. I got out and called across.

"Hello, am I your neighbour?"

"I guess," came the reply, "you have just moved in?"

"I have, I am Liz."

"Hi Liz I am Alan, if you are free, come round for a coffee."

"Yes, That would be nice, I am actually free now."

"Good, round you come then."

His home had a lot more furniture than mine, but mine was not really a home, it was just a house I was staying in whilst I did my job. I followed him through to the kitchen.

"Look who I have found," he said to a woman doing washing up, "this is Liz from next door."

"Oh hi Liz, nice to meet you, I am Alice. Tea, Coffee?"

"Tea please, and nice to meet you too."

I hovered whilst the kettle was filled and turned on and cups and saucers retrieved from a glass fronted cupboard on their wall.

"So Liz," Alice said, "what do you do?"

"Me? Oh nothing at the moment. I used to help my ex husband do the books for some people, but he is probably going to jail and I am not and I moved up here for a new start."

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, "really, oh wow, that sounds so Channel 4 drama."

"Oh no, just a cheating husband with his hands where they shouldn't be. No drama to be made of it. What do you guys do?"

"I am a forensics technician," Alan said, "and Alice looks after me, I am a bit of a handful it seems."

Alice laughed. "Yes, he is so scatter brained, he really couldn't look after himself. Any way, how do you want your tea?"

"Oh, splash of milk please, no sugar."

Tea pot, cups, saucers, jug of milk and some tea spoons were all added to a tray.

"Right then Liz, let's go out to the conservatory, Alan will you be a dear and bring the tray?"

I followed Alice through their dining room, through the French doors and into their conservatory. Alice pointed at the single cane chair and I took my seat. A small table at my side. She sat on the cane sofa opposite me, Alan put the tray on a table at her side and then sat down next to Alice. She fussed and poured teas, handing one across to me, and then she sat back on the sofa, her knees apart and her pale blue knickers quite visible to me.

"Perhaps you can pop round to mine whilst Alan is at work," I said, my eyes firmly between her knees, before my gaze moved upwards and fixed on her eyes.

"Oh that could be fun," she said as her gaze went downwards, my knees parting slightly to accommodate.

"I have now met you nice people, and Ali next door. I have yet to meet any of my other neighbours."

"Oh, we don't talk to him, the other neighbours are nice I think. There is a Lithuanian girl and her boyfriend the other side of Ali, then there is Nasser who drives an Uber. There is a Scottish retired couple, Hamish and Beth. We don't really get to talk to many others, it is such a quiet street."

"Oh good, I like it quiet, who knows what goes on behind the vertical blinds."

"Exactly, and who wants to know? We all tend to keep ourselves to ourselves."

The tea was a robust blend, I didn't know what it was, it was loose leaf from a caddy, if she came round I may ask her.

"Don't think me a philistine," I said, "but when you come round, I only have bags and mugs. I had to start again from scratch and only got some bare essentials from Dunelm. Yorkshire Tea and some Chai, that is it for now."

"Oh don't be silly," Alice said, her eyes definitely on my prize, "a cup of tea is a cup of tea, I am just showing off with the porcelain, I get so little opportunity to use it."

"Oh good, I don't want to disappoint."

"Oh from what I can see," her eyes firmly focused on my white knickers, "I doubt that you will disappoint."

We chatted a little longer, and then with her promise to come visit, I left them to it and returned home.

I hadn't been home long when my door bell rang. It was Ali.

"I thought I would pop around and check if you were okay, no hangover or anything.'

"Come in Ali. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"I will come in, but no tea today thank you."

I led the way into my front room and indicated the arm chair, I sat in the sofa opposite, my knees suitably parted as I sat.

"So, how is your head, you really seemed out of it when I left you."

"Well, my head is fine, and by the evidence I found this morning, you had a good time before you left."

He shrugged, "you were willing," he said.

"Well, if I weren't, I would have enough evidence for DNA testing," I said, trying to keep my face straight, although I was laughing inside.

He just looked between my legs and then slowly at my face and shrugged again.

"It was just a typical night out." He said.

"Indeed, if you were a man." I said, my face straight.

There was a moment of silence, and then I laughed.

"Oh your face," I said, "I'm just teasing, yes, I had a good time, and I may have been out of it towards the end, but I do remember all of it. I enjoyed myself, and I guess that you did too."

"You should not tease a man like that." His face was stern.

"Oh lighten up, we were out, we had fun, we shagged, that is it. We may do it again, we may not, I haven't decided. Likewise, I haven't decided what I am going to do to occupy myself. At some point I need to find work."

"You did book keeping, you say?"

"Well yes. My then husband had the agreement, but he wasn't especially good at it. I did most of the work, and then I realised that he was hiding some of the clients money. Well, knowing who the clients were, that seemed a very silly and life expectancy damaging thing, so I had a word with the clients."

"Why did you talk to the clients rather than your husband?"

"Well, the nature of who they were, they were not exactly the sweetest of business men, and I feared for myself if they were ever to find out, and my then husband had put my life in danger with what he had done. So I went and saw the senior of the business men, in his office, and I explained what had been happening. He explained how things like this normally went, it had been as I expected. We came to an arrangement and I left his office, went home and showered, as you can imagine, and then moved into a hotel for a few weeks as things panned out."

"I see, you, were intimate with the business man?"

I said nothing at first, I just stared ahead, and then said, "I did what was needed to ensure my safety."

"And what business, may I ask, was this man in?"

"Oh lots of enterprises, he had a few turf accountants, a few barber shops, a few properties that he rented, some to girls, if you know what I mean, yes, quite few different ventures, and it was difficult for him and his colleagues, to keep track of the flow of money, and my husband stupidly decided to exploit that."

"Did you love your husband?"

"I thought I did, but then I discovered that I loved my life more."

"I see, well that is interesting. Would you describe these business men as Gangsters?"

"Oh crumbs, that is such an American word. They were just business men that made money as they could."

He leant back and looked at me again. "And you didn't think to go to the police? They would have protected you."

"Oh fucks sake Ali, with people like them, you don't go to the rozzers. You accommodate."

"Okay. I see."

I wondered if he did see. Everything I said was a pack of lies, he would never be able to trace the fictitious business men or even my non existent husband. There had been no need for the agency to go into that level of detail for my legend. I wondered if he believed me. I wondered when I would find out.

"Well, that is a lot to think about. I had better get off, I am pleased to see that you have no ill effects after last night."

I showed him to the door.

After he had gone I had time to kill, I went up and had the luxury of a bath, usually I shower on the go, but today I had time on my hands and so ran a bath and threw a handful of bath salts in. My ensuite was a shower, the family bathroom had a bath with a shower over. In my bedroom I stripped and threw underwear in my laundry basket, padded across the landing and sank into my nice, hot and salty bath. I allowed myself few luxuries, life was too hard for luxuries usually, but today, I had time and I indulged.

As I lay in my bath, the water around my shoulders, my nipples just breaking surface like two small islands off Malaysia, I ran my fingers over my mons. No hair, the depilation had worked, even twelve months later, not a single hair grew. Good. I had always shaved before, always hated pubic hair, and when the opportunity came during the procedures I had, I took it. No hair for me there. Ever.

I had little thought for sex since my attack two years ago, I had been attacked in my own home and raped and sodomised. I had gone numb mentally and then had spent some months planning and exercising my revenge. I had found him, and by various means I had subdued him and removed his testicles, putting them in a jar in his kitchen cupboard. My revenge complete, and with no way to trace who had done it to him, I had been at home and thinking of getting my life back together when my doorbell had rung. It seemed I wasn't as clever as I thought, the police were on their way to arrest me. I had been offered another choice, go straight away with the callers and join their agency under a new name or stay and face the police.

It had been no choice, I doubted I would have enjoyed prison. I had no friends or relatives, and so I disappeared, my life now belonged to the agency, I did what they dictated. I was free, sort of, but my life was still in a kind of prison. I knew if I didn't play ball with them, then they would do worse to me than I had done to my rapist. It didn't make me feel romantic or in any way amorous. Sex was just a biological function that I could use to my advantage, to the agencies advantage, and so, ever since, I had not sought my own pleasure. Today was no different, I just bathed and then dried and dressed in a robe.

That evening I sat drinking a bottle of wine and streaming Downton Abbey. It did nothing or me, I wasn't even moved when one of the man characters, Anna, was raped. It was just moving wallpaper, it was with a sozzled head, again, that I went to bed.

In the morning the rain was falling heavily, the clouds were low and the light was poor, it all seemed to match my mood. I made my bed and sat in my conservatory in my robe eating cereal and drinking coffee. I wasn't sure what to do next, it was really a waiting game. I had let Ali know the score, I could do no more. As I was putting my dishes in the sink my front door bell went. I opened the door, it was Alice, she rushed in to get out of the rain, shaking her umbrella outside before furling it and putting it in the corner by my door.

"Oh hello, it's raining, we can't do much else except housework, so I thought I would pop around for that cup of tea."

"Oh yes, come in, nice to see you, yes, bugger all to do in this rain, can't do washing, nowhere to dry it, who wants to go out and get wet, so no, it's a nothing day."

She knew how to shut the front door, I simply went to the kitchen and put the kettle on, Alice followed.

As I turned around from the kettle, Alice was right in front of me. My personal space had become hers. She looked directly into my eyes.

"I sensed something yesterday," she said, her hand touching mine.

It seems Alice likes to play away for the same team. I have no aversions and a little distraction may be in order.

"Yes," I said as breathlessly as I could, I was still learning the acting game. She moved even closer, I kissed her.

She put her arms around me and pulled me to her at the same time pushing me back against the work surface. He tongue was hot and long and it forced its way between my lips and into my mouth. My hand found her boob and cupped it through her blouse, no bra I discovered. 'Brave in this rain' I thought as I tweaked her nipple. At that moment the kettle boiled and audibly clicked itself off. I had no thought for tea at this time, loose or bagged.

"Let's go upstairs," I said around her tongue, my voice garbled. She understood. She took my hand and led the way in my house, up my stairs, to my bedroom. She pushed me towards the bed and stood halfway between my door and my bed and slowly unbuttoned her blouse letting it gape open whilst she undid the button and zip on her skirt. Her skirt dropped, no knickers, no hair. I pulled my robe off and lay naked on the bed, waiting for her next move.

"I've never," I said, "only ever wondered."

"Well, wonder no longer" she said and approached the bed. I was laying on the bed in the normal way, head on pillows, feet by the foot, she got on the other way around and as I parted my legs her mouth embraced my crease, her tongue opening it to reveal my valley, her own crease above my face, close, tempting.

My tongue reached up, I couldn't quite touch her, I put my arms around her buttocks and pulled her to me. Her taste was slightly salty, and she was very wet, very slick, my tongue slipping easily along her valley, her clit was adorned with a small gold ring which I tugged with my tongue. I had no piercings or tattoos, not advisable in my new line of work.

I felt her fingers slide along my perineum and then up to my entrance, circling with slightly more pressure, my petals fluttering and then she pushed in, two fingers penetrating where only a man had been, and she flexed her fingers, my mouth opening and me gasping as she entered the insides of my body, my pleasures building and electrics growing.

I sucked at her ring, tugging her ring and pulling her clitoris, she was mewling in pleasure as I worked her, my fingers ready to penetrate and explore her inside. My fingers began to push gently but insistently, her opening parting as I entered her. I could feel the little bumps and ridges that lines her fanny, even the scar of her long gone maidenhead, now her G spot, stimulated by my fingernail, her gasps growing and her body now panting with pleasures.

As I worked her pleasures, she worked mine, my pressures growing, my buttocks clenching, my gasps as loud as hers, my breath stuck somewhere deep inside my chest and my back tensing, I knew my moment was near. My fingers inside her were clenching, my other hand clutching at her back, her skin scrunched between my fingers, and as she pushed inside my fanny one more time, I exploded. An orgasm erupted through my body, electrics shooting to my fingers and toes, my ears curling with my delights.

My back had arched, taking Alice up with me, and I screamed loudly into her crotch and then gasped and gasped and gasped. I slowly relented and my body lay back on the bed, my face sodden where Alice's own orgasm had drenched me with her juices. If she had screamed I hadn't heard it, but she was panting heavily above me as I was beneath.

I eased my fingers from her fanny and she rolled to my side, her chest heaving as she recovered.

"Shit Liz, that was your first time? Fuck, all I can say is fuck."

"Did I do right?" I asked, knowing full well that I had.

"Jesus woman, yes. My god. Your bed is soaked. I am soaked. You are soaked. Yes, you did right."

"Well, I don't know, I have never done it with a woman before, I just did what I like being done to me."

And it had been good and it had released tensions from me. I am not a lesbian now, I still am ambivalent about sex, the rape had seen to that, but now I could use it and now I could enjoy it.

After Alice had gone home, apparently to sleep, I stripped and changed the bed, it was indeed quite wet, and I had a shower, thoroughly cleansing and douching. Dressing back in a summer dress and white knickers I went downstairs and fired up my laptop. I wanted to see if I could find out who the big names were in Bradford business, the local equivalents of those I knew from Birmingham. It seemed not. There were very few names that came up, it all seemed very anonymous. It all seemed very secretive.

I was sat in the sitting room drinking tea when my doorbell went.

"Oh, hello again Ali, come in."

"Thank you, I won't keep you long. I might have something that interests you, that could pay you something, you know, help with your cashflow."

"Oh, okay, are we talking cash in hand?"

"Initially perhaps, and then depending on your thoughts we can see how it goes."

"Okay, what is it?" This could be it, this could be the thing I was looking for.

"I have a number of ventures, they bring in amounts of cash that are difficult to monitor. Not all of it is strictly above inspection if you see what I mean."

"Yes. This sounds similar to when I was in Birmingham."

"I will pick you up in the morning and we will go for a tour and you can give me my thoughts."

"Yes, okay, that sounds good."

"Meanwhile."

"Meanwhile?"

He looked at my knee gap and then his eyes looked upstairs. Oh, I see. I reward his offer with my body I assumed.

"You want me?" Of course he did, my makeovers had made me very attractive and I had been taught how to use those gifts that had been sculptured into my body.

"It would seem a pleasant way to seal things." He said looking firmly between my legs. I stood up, and I put my hands up my dress, grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them down, sniffing them theatrically and then throwing them on the sofa. I turned around and leant forwards, resting my arms and taking my weight on the chair. My naked fanny and arse pointing towards him. I didn't fancy changing the bedding again, and as I knew, he wasn't a foreplay kind of man.