Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Double Trouble.
Ch 07
A couple of days had gone by since the incident at the Voodoo bar. I had told Tara to report back to me if Big Al tried anything again and she said that she would. I never told her what had happened to make him have a change of heart and she didn't ask.
Ethan had picked us up and driven us back to the safe house after a minor detour to the post box to post my filthy work thong to Natalie's winning bidder. They had been sold to Pntysnffr; the guy Nat had been chatting to about the first pairs we sold. He had finally got what he wanted and paid ninety-five pounds for the privilege of smelling my cunt from a piece of fabric.
Ethan thought the whole thing was hilarious, especially when Nat was taking the piss all the way home, saying what a dirty slut I was for selling pre-loved underwear on the internet.
He stopped laughing when I told him about the Facebook video, but he did reassure us that the news blackout would stay in place and that what we'd done in the apartment would never get reported by any official channels. He then put our minds at rest further, by saying the incident would be forgotten about by the social media followers as soon as something else became hot fake-news.
He was probably right. Social media and viral stories were like sheep following each other. Once one person shared it amongst their three hundred pretend friends, they would then do the same and it would spread like wild fire. It would then be forgotten a week later and would be lost among the funny cat videos and clips of people falling over. At least that's what I hoped.
I never told him about Big Al's new porn film. I thought it was best to keep that between me and Nat who thought it was brilliant when I told her. She said it was a nice thing that I'd done to help Tara and her fellow waitresses for having to put up with sexual harassment in the work place. They got enough of that from the customers without having to worry about it from their boss.
It was now Tuesday and we'd had a couple of days off from the Voodoo bar. It was closed on Mondays and we weren't scheduled to work again until Thursday.
Lexa had been in contact to inform us that the four dead Russians had all been sorted out with the authorities and that no further investigation was going to take place. She had also sent through some personnel files pertaining to the Kingsley family and Stanislav's Russian crime organisation.
We sat on the sofa in the old-fashioned living room of the safe house, drinking coffee and perusing the files.
We started with the Russian files first as they were a threat to us rather than being part of the assignment. It was better to start with our enemies before we moved onto the mission, for obvious reasons.
Stanislav Yanatov was an ex-military commander and had fought in several conflicts which had been deemed news worthy at the time. His file photo showed a well-built guy with a shaven head and a mean face. He'd joined up as a conscript and completed national service before moving to an infantry regiment where he eventually achieved the rank of Captain. He was born in nineteen-seventy-one and was forty-nine years old. His areas of operation included the end of the Soviet-Afghan war, the Georgian conflict and the Chechen war. He gained a reputation for being ruthless and murderous and was rejected from the army in ninety-six for dishonourable conduct.
Rumour had it that he was literally raping and pillaging his way through Chechnya and he stood trial for war crimes shortly after the conflict ended. The tribunal failed to convict him and he was set free to begin his new career as a criminal.
His file said that he was into all the usual criminal practices such as drug trafficking, prostitution, blackmail and gun-running. He seemed to be untouchable due to his connections with high ranking Russian government officials with whom he'd served with during his military career. He was on a number of watchlists and until now he hadn't been interested in anything in Europe, let alone the UK.
No one knew why he was now interested in the Kingsely's but it was thought he was looking for a gateway into Europe to expand his vast criminal enterprise.
"This guy sounds like a barrel of laughs," I said, passing the file to Natalie.
"They usually do," she giggled. "Let's hope he stays out the way long enough for us to get the information from the twins' father and close all this down."
I moved on to Tristan Kingsley's file and discovered he was also forty-nine years old and had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was thin and wiry and looked like an older version of the twins. He'd inherited his family's wealth and then built on it during the boom years of information technology. His Genesis corporation was huge and the twins had been right about him inventing social media software for all the major brands.
Facebook and Twitter were the main two and his software platform was all about the spread of information. Just like the video that had been posted on Facebook and then shared and shared again, it was the software running in the background that helped it along its way. Our video had been seen by thirty thousand people within hours of it happening, such was the power of the internet.
There were rumours that his software also recorded information about people and that it used some form of artificial-intelligence to favour some posts over others, but there was no evidence to back it up. Whatever it did, it worked exceptionally well and had made him very rich.
His wife Helen was two years younger than he was and the file showed a picture of a slightly overweight woman with short brown hair. The drink had taken its toll on her and she looked about ten years older than her years. I could tell she'd once been beautiful, it was all in the eyes, but the file reiterated what Sinner and Ice had told us. They were now a marriage of convenience after Tristan had taken a shine to fucking barely-legal prostitutes whenever he got the chance. He was into role play among other things and that got me thinking and made me move onto his daughter's file.
Phillipa Kingsley had recently turned eighteen and was certainly no princess. I was expecting to see her dressed in a long ball gown and looking delicate and pristine but I was wrong. Her file photo did show a stunning young girl but she seemed to have a tomboy look about her. Her auburn hair was wild and out of control and she had that look about her that horsy people have. Her eyes matched her mother's and were wide and doe-like. She was slim, almost skinny and looked flat chested. I laughed when I read the section about her sexual preferences. All the files had a section on sexual orientation to give the operatives as much ammunition as possible so it could be used against the person of interest. Pippa's file said she was 'most likely a virgin' due to her lack of boyfriends over the years.
I looked at her picture and then read the line again.
"No fucking way!" I exclaimed.
"What is it?" asked Nat.
I passed her the photo.
"Is she a virgin?" I asked her.
Natalie didn't even pause to make her decision.
"Not a fucking chance," she said. "Not with that naughty smile."
"My thoughts exactly. She's got that glint in her eye. Who writes these files?" I laughed.
We were trained to speed read people and everything about this girl told us the opposite. She was a slut for sure. The lack of boyfriends meant nothing and probably meant she was doing a lot behind closed doors at her university where she was studying law. She'd been in halls of residence on campus for two years, after graduating high school early. She'd passed her A-levels at sixteen and her IQ was well above average.
Finally, I moved onto Sinner and Ice's file which didn't tell me much I didn't already know. Their sexual preferences section did actually state that they liked to fuck girls in pairs, which explained why Lexa had teamed me and Natalie together. Putting us at the street race was like a honey trap for them and Lexa knew they wouldn't be able to resist trying us out. She truly was a world class tactician when it came to human sexuality and manipulation.
"Well that's all as clear as mud," I sighed. "Nothing's jumping out at me as to why Stanislav is interested in Tristan's family other than his software company."
"I don't see why he'd want anything to do with it," replied Nat.
"I don't see what else it could be."
"Nothing Stanislav has done in the past has ever involved technology. He's always been a traditional hands-on mobster. Why would he change his modus operandi now?"
"Modus operandi? Look at you with your big words. Have you swallowed a dictionary or something?"
"I know big words you cheeky bitch. Fuck off."
"The only thing you know that's big, is men's cocks," I laughed.
"And women's tits," she laughed.
Bing. Bing.
Our childish behaviour was interrupted as my phone received a text message.
I flicked it on and a big smile crept across my face.
"Who is it?" asked Natalie.
"It's the twins, they want to know if I'm with you and if we're busy."
She moved closer and sat at my shoulder to see the screen whilst I typed in my reply.
Me: We're both at home and have some time to spare. Why?
Twins: Great. Do you want to play a guessing game?
Me: Sure, why not.
Twins: Coolio.
There was a brief pause and then the next message was a picture of one of the twins, but it could have been either of them.
Twins: Guess who?
"I have no idea, I think it's Ice," said Natalie.
"It's as good a guess as any," I laughed.
Me: Ice
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Twins: Wrong, it's me. Sinner.
Me: No fair.
I even sent a sad face emoji for added effect.
