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 11
I sat on the sofa in shock as Tristan stared across the table at me. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife and you could have heard a pin drop in the silence. I was naked with Tristan's sperm dripping from my pussy lips, but that was the least of my worries.
He had just told me that he knew who I really was. My cover was blown, but I wasn't going to show my hand just yet.
"I know who you are, Becca," he said.
"You already know who I am. What are you talking about? You're scaring me," I replied, trying to look innocent.
"No, I know who you
really
are. It's time to stop playing games and tell me the truth."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Tristan. Has the whiskey gone to your head or something?"
"Some of the things you've said and the way you talk about sex is what made me suspicious of you," he continued. "But seeing how you fuck was what really gave you away."
"I'm an ex-hooker, Tristan, you already know that. It becomes like any other job after a while. I talk about sex in the same way that other people talk about the weather. You've been around enough prostitutes to know that," I shrugged. "Of course, I know how to fuck."
"You're not just a prostitute though, are you?" he said, continuing his menacing stare.
"No, I'm an ex-prostitute," I replied, putting extra emphasis on the word 'ex'. "I don't do that sort of thing anymore."
"Shall I show you what I discovered about you?" he said, getting up and walking over to his desk.
I prepared myself for the inevitable and I readied myself to either come clean or make a run for it, depending on what he said. I already had a plan of escape and I knew Natalie was watching and listening on the camera so I wasn't alone. She'd also be preparing herself to come to my rescue if I needed it, but we had to wait and see what evidence he had on me first.
He picked up an iPad from his desk and sat back down opposite me. I saw the screen light up and he typed something into a search engine. It wasn't a normal looking search engine; it was some software I hadn't seen before. After a couple of scrolls and screen taps, he passed it over to me.
It wasn't at all what I was expecting and I found it hard to hide my smile as the relief washed over me.
"You're Bareback Becca from G-Spot Exclusive. You're one of the best high-class hookers in the world," he said, with a smug grin on his face.
Bareback Becca was my nickname from a previous undercover assignment. I had been working as an undercover prostitute at an elite brothel called G-Spot Exclusive. It was like a hotel for very wealthy men to live out their fantasies and do anything they liked to the girls, so long as they paid for it. It was ten grand a fuck, but the place got closed down after I had uncovered that it was funding terrorism.
The iPad screen showed a picture of me from when I worked at the club. There was an online menu on the dark web which allowed rich men to pick the girl they wanted to fuck and set a date, fantasy, fetish and role-play of their choice, prior to visiting the club. My profile basically said that I did all sex acts known to man and it showed a picture of my body in graphic detail. It even had closeup pictures of my wet cunt spread open so that the clients knew exactly what they were paying for.
I thought the website had been closed down when the brothel had been raided by the police. Either way, there was no point pretending it wasn't me on his iPad. Tristan had done his homework and discovered I was a high-class hooker in a previous life. If that was all he'd discovered, I could work around it.
"That was quite a while ago. I don't do that anymore," I snapped, passing the iPad back to him.
"You're not denying it then?"
"No. What difference does it make who I was?"
"You misunderstand me Becca. I'm not saying it's a bad thing."
I was glad my real cover was still intact. Tristan seemed more interested in the fact I was a filthy whore, rather than looking into who I really was. It had taken me by surprise to think that he'd discovered that I was an agent, Lexa always made sure our cover was water tight, but this had been overlooked.
"Why are you bringing it up then?" I asked. "Yes, I used to work there and then it got closed down. I don't remember fucking you though, I have a good memory for that sort of thing. I never saw you at that club."
"That's true, we've never met before, but you were the next one on my list. I was going to book a night with you, but the place got raided by the police and I never got the opportunity," he explained.
At least I now knew why he recognised me.
"When did you know it was me?" I asked.
"There's a lot that I've not told you, Becca. You think you've been brought here this weekend for fun with my sons, but that's simply not the case."
"What? I don't understand."
The sense of foreboding was back. I felt like he was about to tell me something that I should have already figured out for myself.
"I guess I better start at the beginning. Would you like another drink, I think you might be needing it when I tell you why you're really here. I need your help."
"Help with what?" I said, feeling confused.
He got up and poured us another glass of whiskey and then sat back down again. I took the glass from him and took a sip. I didn't want to down it and look nervous even though I was now worried about where this was heading.
"I am a man with certain needs and desires," he started to explain. "Those needs and desires were easily satisfied by visiting the G-Spot Exclusive club. I could fuck whoever I wanted and act out my wildest fantasies."
He sipped his drink and eyed me over the rim of the glass looking for a reaction.
I didn't give him one.
"I met a lot of influential people at that club and we helped each other out with business deals among other things. We could conduct our deals out of the way of prying eyes because the club was so exclusive. No one even knew where it was unless they looked very hard to find it on the dark web. It was ideal," he continued. "Those same influential men worked hard all week and deserved to return to their animal carnal ways. They should be allowed to fuck sluts without consequences purely to satisfy their deepest fetishes. Don't you agree?"
"They were holding us there against our will, you do know that, don't you? We were prisoners turned into sex slaves, being forced to do those depraved things to dirty old fuckers like you."
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy all that cock?" he laughed. "A girl like you must have been in heaven."
"What do you mean by 'a girl like me'?" I snapped with venom in my voice.
