Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 14.
I'd lost count of how many times I'd dressed up like a slut in order to further my assignment. Men the world over loved a girl dressed in sexy lingerie, and as I admired myself in the outfit that Charles had selected for me, I could see why.
Sasha and I had made it back to the villa at around four o'clock that afternoon. After our discovery that her father was selling missile-launchers to possible terrorists, she'd gone very quiet. I was worried what she might do next, but it wasn't something I had time to discuss with her. She still had no idea that I was there to kill her father and as he greeted us on the patio of the villa, she came back to her cheerful self.
"Did you girls have fun on the beach?" he asked.
"Oh yes daddy. We love it here," she replied, giving him a kiss. "It's amazing."
I had to admire her acting skills. Whatever was going on in her head certainly wasn't visible from the outside.
"That's great, Munchkin, I knew you'd like it. Now, you both need to get some late lunch and then I need Becca for the rest of the day," he replied. "Becca, I'll meet you in your room at seven, ok?" he said.
"Of course, Mr Hamilton. We heard a plane land, have your clients arrived?" I said, already knowing the answer.
"Indeed they have. They will be staying here for a few days as we finish up our business. They're currently enjoying my island's facilities. I always like to show my guests a good time," he explained proudly. "They're looking forward to later." Make sure you shower and look glamorous; I'll come and pick you up later."
He kissed Sasha again and then he disappeared back into the main house.
After a quick lunch, I left Sasha to her thoughts and I went to my room to get ready. My bed had been made and there was some very expensive looking underwear laid out on the sheets. I knew I needed a shower, but I couldn't resist inspecting my attire before I got ready.
Doing the bidding of a multi-millionaire criminal meant that only the best clothing had been selected for me. The entire matching set of lingerie was made by Agent Provocateur. I knew the range well, having worn similar items from my own collection in the past. This particular set must have cost in the region of a thousand pounds and you certainly didn't get a lot of material for your money.
The underwear was skin-coloured and the fabric was so light and delicate, it would feel and look like I wasn't even wearing it. The bra was a balconette design constructed from sheer, see-through fabric with beautiful lace edging. The matching panties had barely enough material to contain my long pussy lips, but were equally stunning. I held the knickers up to the light and it was like staring through a spider's web they were so thin.
The garter belt and a pair of extremely thin stockings were laid out next to them, with a pair of off-white stilettos to finish the look. The stockings must have been the lowest denier possible and were nude in colour to match the lingerie.
It was a gorgeously slutty outfit.
I left the underwear on the bed, got undressed and jumped in the shower. My skin was still covered in salt and suncream and I had grains of sand stuck to me. After my little wrestling match with Sasha on the beach, the sand had got into all my nooks and crannies and I made sure I washed it out properly. If I was about to be used and abused by four strangers, the last thing I wanted was sand between my legs.
As I washed it away, I realised how wet my pussy was. My earlier fun with Sasha on the Balinese bed had left me slick and slippery. The fact I was about to entertain these potentially dangerous men, only made me wetter. I loved getting myself into dangerous situations and fucking strangers, so my horniness and anticipation of what was to come was slowly rising.
I washed my hair with the expensive products that had been provided and then I dried myself off. After drying my hair, I came out of the bathroom to find Charles waiting for me. He was sitting on the chair near the window and he startled me when I realised he was there.
"Oh... shit, I wasn't expecting you yet," I gasped.
He was fifteen minutes early according to the clock on the wall.
"I thought I'd come and make sure you have everything you require," he said, as emotionless as stone. "Don't let me rush you."
"I think I'm all sorted. Who picked out the underwear? It's gorgeous."
"That was me," he replied. "The subtle colour matches your tanned skin tone. I think it suits your athletic frame and reveals enough without giving the whole game away."
"I think you're right. You have a good eye for it. Is it for your benefit or for your clients?"
"A little of both, but I won't be partaking tonight. The Patriots will have you all to themselves."
"The Patriots? They sound like an American football team?" I joked.
"I think they are, but that's not who you're entertaining. It's just what this group of men call themselves. Are you still ok to entertain them?"
"Of course, but can I ask who they are? I like to know who I'm giving myself to. I know my new identity comes at a price, but I still have principals," I replied.
"Who my clients are isn't of concern to you. And we both know this isn't just about your new identity," he said.
"Isn't it? What's it about then?" I said, sitting at the dressing table and eyeing him in the mirror.
I started to do my makeup as he stared back at my reflection from across the room.
"You're an ex-government agent. I need to know that we're on the same page here. These men are important to the future of what I'm working on," he replied. "I want to see how far you're willing to go."
"So, you're testing me?"
"I'm making sure that you're leaving your old life behind. This is a good way for you to prove it to me. I'm still looking into who you are. I find that, if something looks to good to be true, it often is. I'm just being thorough," he explained.
"Fair enough. I can't say that I blame you, I'd do the same. Have you told The Patriots about me?"
"Of a fashion. I've told them that you're a high-class hooker and they're very much looking forward to meeting you. Does it excite you?" he quizzed.
His hands were steepled in front of him as he sat back in the chair with his elbows on the armrests. His expression never changed and his voice was slow and concise.
"What you mean is - am I wet."
"And are you?"
"Your daughter made sure of it this morning," I smiled. "She certainly knows how to get me off."
"She is one of a kind and I like that you've corrupted her during her time in prison. Her body is made for loving and although she will now be loyal to me, I love the fact that she knows her way around another woman's body. What did she do to you?"
"I think she was already corrupted before I got to her," I laughed. "We just had a little swim and then we fingered each other's pussies on the sun-bed. I'm sure she'll be nice and juicy for you when you fuck her later."
