Authors note:- This is a follow on to Becca Xxx Ch.01 Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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Dogging! The very word and its sexual meaning sounded horny as hell. The act of fucking and sucking strangers in a secluded country car park sounded like heaven to me. I'd come a long way since I first met Lexa. I loved anything to do with sex and depravity and the more cocks and the more cum the better.
So when Lexa came to my apartment and said I was to go to a local dogging site to gather information I was instantly hooked. We sat on my sofa in my penthouse suite only a couple of days after I'd returned from apprehending Aaron at the University. He had stumbled across some information regarding people trafficking for the sex industry and Lexa was here to give me the details.
"Aaron gave us the passwords we needed to get into his files," she said, sipping her coffee.
"I guess he didn't have a lot of choice," I replied, "What information did he give you?"
"He accidently found some files pertaining to movement of sex workers from the UK to foreign countries. He had nothing to do with it, but found it on the dark web while he was looking for a way to make some quick money. It's a list of known sex clubs and dogging sites. There's also a list of names of quite high ranking people who we think are involved in it all."
"And what does it all mean? What joins the dots?" I asked.
"There are three girls names listed on a shipping manifest, all of whom have gone missing in the last six months. They were known locally and two of them were strippers and one had been known to frequent dogging sites to pleasure strangers."
"Who was the local girl?"
"Her name is Alice. She was a the village bike apparently," said Lexa.
"Village bike?"
"Yes everyone on the village rides her."
I laughed.
She passed me a photograph of an attractive young girl, maybe twenty with long blonde hair. I took a hard look at the picture and then passed it back to her.
"And you think these people in power are involved?" I asked.
"Maybe."
"Who are they?"
"I can't say at this time. Its rather sensitive and we can't go blaming them without proof. We think these girls have been taken due to their sexual activities and processed to foreign countries for sexual exploitation. We need to find them and see where all this goes, " she was very formal and stern. This was work for her, not pleasure.
"How do you propose we start?"
"You're going dogging Becca. We think maybe one of the group has been spotting young 'talent' with slutty tendencies and then kidnapping them for their industry."
"It makes sense I suppose," I said, "they wouldn't need to give them any training if they're already sluts."
I smirked at her and she gave me a bitchy look.
"This is serious Becca. These girls could be being forced into all sorts of disgusting acts."
"Or maybe they volunteered," I added.
"What makes you say that?"
"Maybe they were approached and offered a lot of money, it's not unheard of."
"Maybe, but you're going to find out. Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes we need to move fast on this one. Dress up in something outrageously slutty and get yourself noticed by these people."
I felt my heart beat increase and a knot in my stomach.
"How safe will I be?"
"Safe enough. We'll be parked up the road so you won't go anywhere without us knowing. We'll put a tracker on you. We've sorted a car out for you, don't use your own."
"Okkayyyyy..." I said long and drawn out.
I felt very apprehensive. This was to be my second assignment and it seemed more dangerous than the last, but a lot more worthwhile by the sound of it.
"You'll be fine Becca. Just remember your training and make sure no one follows you home."
I nodded slowly, thinking of all the things that could go wrong.
"You are now Rebecca Jones, aged twenty one. You live alone, have no family and not many friends. You have a dead end job and get by on a day to day basis."
"So that's my new cover story?" I asked.
"Yes. Memorise it. If anyone checks up on you or the car registration that's all they'll find. We've taken care of it."
"Becca Jones. Twenty one. No family or friends." I said it out loud to remember it.
"That's it. You make an ideal target for them. No one will miss you if you disappear. Except for me of course," she winked at me.
I smiled a loving smile at her.
"Come on," she said, standing up, "Lets go to your room and find you something to wear. The car will be delivered soon, we need to be there about seven thirty, that's when all the dirty fuckers turn up apparently."
She walked to my walk in wardrobe in my bedroom and I followed her. I hadn't been to the facility that much recently, my own clothes were paid for by the company so there didn't seem much point using their ample stock of clothes. I just had them bring it to me at my apartment.
"Right we need something slutty," she said, rifling through my wardrobe.
"What underwear should I wear?"
"Underwear? Ha!" she laughed, "You're about to be fucked senseless in a car park in the woods Becca. You wont be needing any underwear."
"I guess not," I laughed.
She found a tiny black lycra miniskirt and through it at me. She looked me up and down.
"Strip off then, we haven't got long," she ordered.
I peeled off my jeans and T-shirt and stood with my naked boobs on display in just my panties. I rarely wore a bra these days.
Lexa found a luminous pink lycra top with designer rips in it. I'd never worn it outside of the apartment. It was strappy and skimpy and didn't cover much especially with all the rips in the fabric.
