Agent Pt 06

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The further adventures of Liz the Agent. The previous stories in the series will help set the scene if you are new to it.

I put my standard red going out dress on. It was mid length, didn't call attention to my décolletage, and was actually rather comfortable. I didn't bother with underwear, I picked up my handbag which contained my phone, a tissue, a tampon, a credit card and fifty pounds in new ten pound notes, grabbed my keys off the hall stand and headed to Bingley and parked in the Brown Cow pub car park.

I ordered a Elderflower Spritz and a salmon salad and sat at one of the tables in the window overlooking the car park, and in sight of the toilets. I was sipping at my spritz when a woman came and sat at the next table. As she passed me, she surreptitiously placed a napkin on my table. I ignored it and the woman, and waited for my food to arrive. The host's wife brought me my salad after a few moments.

"Hello again," she said, "you were here last week, I think. I never forget a face."

"Yes, I was, I just popped in for lunch."

"Glad to see you back," she said, "and here is your salad. Would you like your spritz refreshing?"

"Yes please."

Well that was annoying, the too kind landlady meant I shouldn't be coming back. We don't need people who remember everyone and everything, not unless they were in the game too. There was the Brasserie round the corner, the other side of the river, but parking there wasn't as easy. So many pubs were closing around the area, mostly because the new demographic of inhabitants just didn't use pubs. I could try a different wig and see if that fooled her, it would be a good test.

As the landlady left, I picked up the napkin left by the other woman, there was writing on it, I would read it later. My salad was okay, not brilliant, and I sat enjoying it, before going to the loo. As I passed the bar I said to the staff that I hadn't finished, and that I was just nipping to the toilet so that they wouldn't clear away the table.

In the cubicle, I read the message on the napkin. It gave details of a Chinese arms dealer that would deal with Ali, but only in person. I folded the napkin and carried it back with me. At the table I opened my bag and took out a tissue, wiped my eyes and then put the napkin and tissue back in my bag. I stayed around another fifteen minutes finishing my salad and drink before thanking the staff behind the bar and heading off. As I was driving home I noticed a silver Audi a couple of cars behind. I had thought the other day that a silver Audi seemed to be following, today it was there again. I wondered who they were and why they were following me. I would just keep eyes open bit more and see if I can get the registration number and ask the agency to investigate.

Back home I copied the details onto a separate piece of paper and destroyed the napkin by shredding it, soaking it in water and then flushing down the toilet. I would have it available for when I next saw Ali, and it would cost him. He would know such information does not come cheap.

As I was just putting the kettle on for a tea, the door knocked. Half expecting Alice I opened the door without first checking who it was. It was Victor.

"Sorry for the intrusion," he said, "but I wondered if we could continue our conversation of yesterday."

"Well Victor, which one was that? Oh, and come in, I have just put the kettle on."

"Oh you know," he said as he stepped inside and headed to the kitchen, "the one about sunbathing, only I notice the sun is out."

I had to admire his thinking and I smiled whilst internally guffawing. The kettle boiled as I entered and so perfect timing to make the tea.

Bags into mugs and milk, which I pointedly replaced in the refrigerator, I saved teapot tea for moments when I was alone.

"Sugar?" I asked.

"Two please," he answered.

Teas made we went and sat in the conservatory, I opened the doors, the sun was making it quite hot in there even though all the vents were open, and the open doors should help it cool down to a sub-tropical heat.

We sat opposite, as we had at his house. My furniture being newer didn't sag as much, but still afforded him the 'upskirt' opportunity.

"So then Victor, what wonderful things did you do with your company before you sold it, that you now do on a freelance basis?" I asked by way of an opener.

"Oh, well, just some very precise engineering with minute tolerances, you know used in the aerospace industry and also in Formula One. Just sometimes, the new owners are not sure of the best way to tackle a new problem, so they ask me."

"I guess the new owners are money men and not engineers."

"Spot on."

"No, I see, from what you had said, I did wonder if perhaps you had been into security and surveillance, that sort of thing."

"Oh lummy no Liz, crikey, what a strange thing to think."

I thought he protested a little too much. We would see.

"My I ask what it was that you wished to continue exploring from our conversation yesterday?"

"Oh yes, your desire to do all over tanning."

"And your desire to observe?"

He didn't even blush. "Absolutely."

In the garden my sun lounger was in full sunlight and it was in the private area of the garden, the area that wasn't over looked.

I stood up and allowed my dress to fall to the floor. Naked I walked away from him, into the garden and lay on my sun lounger. I wondered if he enjoyed the view of my buttocks as they slid past each other whilst I walked. As I lay on the lounger I could feel the warmth of the sun as it heated my skin, heat warming my vulva in a natural way. I wondered if Victor was enjoying his view.

"Well now, that is a wonderful sight," he said as he stood next to me, naked, his dick fat and hard and almost shining in the full sunlight.

"And why is that Victor, nice dick by the way, it is just a human body enjoying the sun."

"Oh it is a piece of art Liz, very beautiful and looks to be beautifully maintained, I guess that doesn't come easy."

"No, I need to find a local gym that also has a swimming pool, I shall start looking this week."

"There is one in Shipley, and another in Cottingley, and I am sure that there a couple of others, depends what you are looking for."

"Thanks, yes, I will have a search and narrow them down I think, and then go and have a look, and perhaps give them a trial."

"There is one somewhere, not sure where, that is ladies only, but I don't know where, I am sure it will come up if you look."

I closed my eyes and tried to feel each ray of sunshine as it warmed my body, I couldn't of course, but it was a distraction that allowed me to think of sunbathing and not workouts in the gym. I felt a draft in my groin, and half opened my eyes. Victor was kneeling beside me; his lips were pursed and he was blowing along my crease. I closed my eyes and slightly parted my thighs.

His blowing was less than a tickle but more than a breeze, he had kickstarted my pleasures and my pressures were building, and my electrics were charging. I could feel my buttocks clenching and tensions were building throughout my body.

Something hot and wet, it had to be his tongue pressed between my lips, pushing down into the depths of my valley, I parted my thighs a little more, my legs almost off the lounger. I realised I was gasping, my breath going in, but not releasing, my chest felt tight. A finger began to probe, I offered no resistance.

The finger circles my entrance, pushing past my petals and into my opening, delving, seeking. My buttocks lifted, pushing myself onto his finger, enjoying the sensation of his tongue in my valley and his finger in my fanny. I believe I may have sighed a sigh of contentment as I moved my legs wider apart, my feet now on the grass.

His finger and tongue left me and I felt him move and join me on the lounger, good job it was quality, not a cheap Oriental one, this was made with a teak base, not plastic. It would take our gymnastics. I felt his dick nudge at my crease. I leant down and held his dick, fat, hard, ready, and I placed it against my opening, and he pushed, slowly but insistently. His dick entered me, widening me, certainly stretching me and I felt his pubis settle on my mons.

He began a slow shag, his skin moving within me, adding to the erotic feeling. My electrics were almost fully charged, and my pressures were ready to release, but I tried to hold on, let him get more of the experience, it may be the first in a long time for him.

His gentle and slow movements meant no slap sound in the garden, my gasps were muted but my chest still tightened as my lungs filled with air. He began to push harder, opening my crease, pushing against my charged clitoris, the pulse in his dick hitting my G Spot at one point and that generated a new tickle.

I kept my eyes closed, I wanted to remember the feeling, not the sight. I began to rock in time with him and Victor began to move a little faster, his moment approaching as mine was.

"Oh goodness," he gasped and thrust hard within me, spurts filling my absent womb, my fanny squeezing every last drop from him as my orgasm exploded, electrics erupting through my body, my pressures released, my lungs emptying with a loud sigh, and pleasures flowed through me.

Victor eased back and stood, my eyes still closed, I heard him pad across the lawn. I sat up and got to my feet and followed him. Victor had just finished getting dressed as I went back in and picked up my dress, pulling it over my shoulders so that I was decent once more, albeit with a soggy crotch.

"Tea seems to have gone cold," he said, a broad smile on his face.

The next morning as I looked out of my bedroom window I noticed a silver Audi parked up the street, almost out of view of my house. Interesting. Pity I had not got a pair of binoculars, I might have been able to see the registration number. Today was the day that the gardeners came. Whilst they mowed my lawns and tidied my borders, another one came inside and swept the house for bugs. Electronic bugs. The rule was to identify them, not to eradicate them. If I knew they were there, I could work around them. If I got rid of them, then whoever put them there would know that I wasn't who I said I was.

The front door knocked, I tightened my robe and answered. It was Ali.

"Good morning neighbour," I greeted him, "would you care to come in for a cup of tea?"

"Yes," he answered, I bade him enter and closed the door behind him.

As the kettle was boiling I turned and spoke to him.

"I had a reply from Birmingham."

"Yes, and?"

"Ten grand."

"Ten grand what?"

"Their fee for giving you access to their supplier in China, who only deals face to face."

"Okay. Cash I presume?"

I was a little surprised there was no pushback, but then he did have a lot of spare illegal cash.

"Yes cash. Let me know when you have it, and I will get the details to you. I am to send the cash to them. There will not be any face to face with them. I don't want them to know what I look like now, but I will send it via a courier, disguised as baby clothes."

"I will get the cash to you after lunch if that is agreeable."

"That is fine Ali." I replied and finished making the tea. In the conservatory he faced me and gave me a stern look.

"I can't make you out," he said.

"Oh? What is there to make out? I have left a life that I didn't realise was dangerous but was because of a stupid ex husband, and now I live here, just biding my time before I decide what new start I want to make if any. I will need to start making some money at some point."

"But that is it, that is what I can't make out. You say that you are running away from a life associated with crime, yet you are seemingly walking into mine, which as we both know is not as pure as it could be."

"It is thee life that I know. You needed guidance, or seemed to, I am in a position to offer that guidance. There is nothing more to it than that, you can listen to my suggestions or you can ignore them. That does not make me a part of your organisation."

"I need a book keeper."

"Well, hire one then. Just be careful who you hire, then can bring you down if you are not careful."

"That is it you see. I would have expected you to offer yourself."

"Why? I am in no hurry to work. Not yet."

I wanted not so much to play hard to get, I suspected he would see through that straight away, as perhaps interested but not just yet. I had to be careful, if he thought I was too easy then he would suspect something, and I didn't want that.

"I might want us to be more than employer and employee."

"What? You mean on a personal level?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"What do you think of that?"

"I don't know, not only am I not really looking for work, I am not looking to establish a personal relationship with anyone."

"Would you think about it?"

"Well yes, but, why, you can have any woman you want, and probably do, I mean, you just have me as and when you want."

He was quiet. He looked at me with a yearning, but what did he yearn? My brain or my fanny? He was too intelligent for both I thought.

"You had better go and get that money so that I can send it to Birmingham."

"You have the information already?"

"Yes. But they put a price on it and that price has not been paid. I may not be in their employ anymore, but not handing over the information until the fee has been paid is dishonourable, and that is not me."

"That is exactly why I want you to work for me. Things like that are what trust is all about."

I shrugged, it seemed my gambit was paying off. I looked at him and just rubbed my thumb across my fingers, the old 'money' gesture. I sure as hell didn't want to be a gangster's moll, as the Americans would think of it, but, this is the role I was assigned. He was a dangerous man and needed bringing down. I was getting him to chase me, a position that he would find natural and beyond suspicion.

When Ali had gone I only had a moment before the gardeners arrived. What a busy day. I made them all a mug of tee and stood by as one of them wandered around the house with an aerial in his hand. Eventually he gave me a thumbs up, "all clear love," he said as if he had just cleaned my sewers not swept my house for bugs.

So, that was in a way good news, I hadn't been bugged. Perhaps I was just dealing with a low level wannabe gangster and not someone with more specialist contacts. In the other way it meant I was just dealing with a low level wannabe gangster, and the investment made in me by the agency, should have me targeted at a higher level than men like Ali.

About two hours later Ali came round. As I opened the door he put his weight behind it and pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind me. He had a gun in his hand.

"Why?" His voice was loud and agitated, "why am I being followed? Just who are you, is it you? Are you five?"

"Am I five what? And what the fuck do you mean coming in here waving a gun at me. I told you I have been threatened by people way worse than you. Okay, shoot me, what's that going to gain you? Huh? You'll have a murder charge against you as soon as they review my CCTV which writes to the cloud so you can't erase it, and anyway who is following you?"

"What CCTV?" He asked, looking around.

"Hidden, in the smoke alarms, now answer my questions or get out and I will tell the Birmingham people that you were just messing them around. Then you'll have pissed off some serious people, and not just a bookkeeper from Birmingham."

"When I left you, to go and get the cash, I was followed by an Audi. It was parked up the street."

Interesting, so, who else was in play then?

"So, people drive cars. There are a lot of Audi's out there and most of them are silver. One parked next to me in Lidl yesterday. Why do you think it was following you, and why would it follow you and why does that mean you pull a fucking gun on me you absolute bastard cunt. I have half a mind to not give you the fucking information now, you bastard."

I turned away and went into the kitchen. I hoped that I had sounded and looked angry and utterly pissed off, so pissed off that I didn't have time to get scared.

"Okay already, sorry, I thought you might be MI5."

"What a bloody spy? Me?" I laughed and then the laughing managed to turn hysterical, as if I were now becoming scared. I was proud of my performance as I stood in my kitchen shaking and crying.

"Just fuck off Ali and don't come back." I took the paper with the information that he had asked for and threw it at him.

"There, there's your fucking Chinese contact, now fuck off and leave me alone."

I ignored him as he bent and picked up the paper. I presumed he looked at it, his reflection in the kettle wasn't that clear and I could really be sure what he was doing. He walked past me and faced me. He looked at me and put the gun on the table and took me in his arms.

"I am sorry Elizabeth," he said in a soft voice. "It is just that you have found a way into my life even though you seem not to want to, and now I am being followed. It felt strange. I know that the Security forces have been sniffing round my life, but they have found nothing, it is too well hidden. I would like you to help me keep it hidden."

"No guns around me, I don't do guns." I said as my sobbing receded.

"No guns. Take that one, hide it somewhere, just in case someone bad comes here. At least then you could protect yourself."

"No. Take it away, I will not have a gun in my house. I am not that person."

It seems I had gotten deeper into the onion. Layer by layer I was getting deeper.

"Okay. I will take the gun away and then I shall come back and then you will take me to your bed. The money I will leave on the table. You can send it down to Birmingham tomorrow, same day delivery."

He let me go, turned and left. What was I to do with ten grand that was supposed to go to non-existent London gangsters. I supposed I could start an emergency fund, just in case I suddenly had to disappear, ten grand wouldn't get me far, certainly not from the Agency, but it would be a start.

I went upstairs and had a quick shower, no man likes the aroma of another man on a women he is in bed with, and Victor, well, he had a distinctive aroma, not unpleasant, just distinctive.

My door knocked. I went down naked and opened the door, holding it fully open for him to enter.

He laughed, "what will your neighbours think?"

"I don't know, shall I wait here whilst you ask them, or are you going to come upstairs and shag me?"

I turned away from him and walked upstairs, leaving him the view of my buttocks as they climbed the stairs, possibly giving him the occasional sneak view of my fanny, possibly not, he would get a close up enough view momentarily. In my bedroom I lay on the bed and waited.

I heard my front door shut and then some rustling. I heard him climb the stairs, his tread soft yet approaching. He walked into the room. The rustling had been his clothes, he was naked, his dick hard and straight and ready. He came and stood by the side of the bed, I slipped to the side and knelt before him, took his dick in my hand and buried it in my mouth, sucking and licking as my other hand rolled his balls in their sac.

I held his dick firmly, my tongue running around the rim of his glans as my mouth held suction. I pulled back and then started to shag him with my mouth, rolling his balls and feeling his dick deep past my tonsils. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his dick sliding down my throat, it was if some of the joy of sex was returning. I doubted it ever fully would, I had the rapist to thank for that, but I was not as indifferent to it as I had been some weeks ago. There was pleasure to be had.