Agent Pt. 05

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This is a further story in the Agent series.

I had another idea for Ali, one that might get me closer to his terrorist support. But I wanted him to come to me, it was important I didn't keep going to him, otherwise he would surely suspect something. I could go to The Sunbridge Wells again on the off chance he would pick me up again, but that felt too contrived. I wasn't sure what to do. I decided to go and wash the car. If he spoke, we spoke, if not, not.

I took a bucket of warm water out with me and ran my hose for rinsing after washing. Chammy leather in hand I worked around my car from top to bottom. The chap opposite wandered across the road and introduced himself.

"Hello newcomer, I am Victor. How are you settling in?"

"Hello Victor, I am Liz and I am settling in fine."

"That's not a Yorkshire accent," he said, "but I can't tell where from."

"I was born in Yorkshire many years ago," I lied, "Cottingley, raised by the fairies you know, but mum and dad moved a lot with his work. I came back recently after my marriage ended, sort of new beginning if you like."

"Ha, the old fairies' joke, yes, many have been taken in by those sisters. So, on your tod then, no other half?"

"No Victor, I don't need men."

"Oh, we are useful for a few things," he laughed.

"Well, I can open my own jars, so I don't really know what," I said in a light hearted riposte.

"When you have finished washing your car, why don't you pop over for a mug of Yorkshire tea?"

"Well, that'll be nice, thank you, I will."

"Right then lass, I'll leave you to it till later."

I wondered if he would be able to offer me any insights into my neighbour Ali, after all, he was directly opposite and so would see a lot of coming and going

I finished washing the car, and chammied it dry, tipped the remaining water onto the garden and put the bucket and hose away, shutting the garage and locking it. In the house I took off my wet skirt and t shirt and put a mid-length dress on, sprayed some EDP here and there, grabbed my key and phone, locked the house and went across and knocked on Victor's front door.

The door opened and Victor stood there beaming.

"Come in lass, come in," he said holding the front door open for me. I entered and then followed him to the kitchen where the kettle was coming to the boil. He already had two mugs on the work surface, and as the kettle boiled he took it off the stand and filled the mugs almost to the top. Milk from the fridge and then he asked:

"Milk, sugar?"

"Just milk please."

"Excellent." He made the tea and then left the milk carton on the work surface. That does irritate me, I do wish people would put the milk back in the fridge it goes off so quickly.

"Let's go through to the lounge Liz," he said handing me a mug of tea.

I followed him into the lounge, and he sat in a single armchair, I sat opposite on his sofa. His sofa was a well-worn leather with deep bases, forcing my knees up and apart. Probably not ideal when one is wearing a short dress. Oh well.

"What do you do Victor?" I asked by way of starting a conversation

"Oh, I owned an Engineering company making precision parts for the aero and space industries. Someone came along and made me an offer I couldn't refuse, and I sold it to them, bought this house and am now happily early retired. They call on me every now and again for ideas, and that is fun. And you, what do you do?"

"I am a trained accountant, bookkeeper if you will, but I am not working at the moment. I had a bit of a payoff from my recent employer, got divorced, and moved up here. I am not actively seeking work, but I will need to soon I suppose."

"So, a lady of leisure, and how do you like your leisure?"

I laughed and my legs parted a little more. "I have been so busy moving in and meeting people. I have actually had very little leisure time. If we had decent weather, I would love to lay in my garden and get an all over tan."

"Interesting, and I bet the neighbours would enjoy that," he laughed and sat there for a moment chuckling.

"And I bet you would too you rascal. I actually have a spot in the garden that isn't overlooked by neighbours, so my modesty could be maintained, were I to use it."

"My garden is very overlooked, not that I expect anyone would want to look."

"Oh, I don't know, there seems to be plenty to look at," I said my eyes focussed on his groin bulge, "I haven't met your neighbours yet, should I ask them for you when I do?"

He seemed to redden slightly and moved his eyes from my crotch to my face. "I don't know, it has been so long that I doubt I would know what to say."

"I have always said talking is overrated, deeds are the thing. It is what you do that matters."

We flirted and bantered for about twenty minutes and then I decided it was time to go, things with Victor could be built up in the future. I was sure he enjoyed the view of my fanny from up my dress, I hoped it would feature in his dreams and give him enough courage to proceed in future.

"I hope to see more of you," Victor said as I left.

"Oh, I am sure that you will Victor."

I was smiling as I crossed the street to return home but had to run and jump onto the footpath as Ali screeched into the street and onto his drive. He jumped from his car and came rushing over.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"No thanks to you, you bloody maniac. This is a suburban street not a fucking racetrack."

"I am sorry, yes, I had some bad news and my mind was elsewhere."

"Well your distraction nearly killed me and then my mind would also have been elsewhere."

I was exaggerating, part of my attempt to ensure he didn't suspect me or my motives. In reality I had been fine and had plenty of time to move out of his way.

"Again, I am sorry. Are you busy?"

"What? No, I am just standing here thankful to be alive."

"Can I take you for lunch, as way of an apology."

"I don't know. My blood pressure must be sky high at the moment."

He took my wrist and felt for my pulse.

"No, seems good to me," he said with a smile on his face.

"Okay then. Give me five minutes to get cleaned up."

"Yes, fair enough."

Good, a chance, and hopefully I could find out what his issue was that had made him so angry that he was distracted in his driving. In the house I quickly washed my groin and face, but not in that order. Sprayed some fresh EDP on my décolletage and thighs, checked that my clutch bag had credit card, cash and a tampon which is useful for absorbing unexpected emissions when I am out. I locked the front door behind me and went next door, cutting across his grass lawn on my way.

He must have seen me because his front door opened as I approached. He walked out and opened his front passenger door on his car. I got in and as I sat, I realised I had neglected to put knickers on, and he would have seen my fanny. Getting into a car seat is never elegant when a short dress is in place. Oh well. He pretty much thinks it is his to use as and when he wants anyway.

He shut the door and went around and got into the driver's seat.

"I hope that you are not going to drive like a maniac," I said as I buckled my seatbelt.

"No. That moment has passed."

We headed out of the estate to the far side of Keighley and stopped at a pub called 'The Engineer's Shovel". The pub picture board had a steam train with a man shovelling coal into the furnace on it. A blast from a very long time ago.

We went in and Ali found us a table in the corner, he sat next to the wall looking at the room, I sat opposite looking at him. We both had steak, I had ribeye, he had filet and we both drank sparkling water.

"Well," I said, "are you going to tell me what irked you so much that you nearly killed me?"

"I had a consignment go missing."

"Go missing? What method were you using to transport it?"

"A courier. He has been found dead. It is annoying because we are careful and we use different couriers and routes so as to not create a pattern."

"Then you have a leak, a spy, in your camp. Look at your CCTV, see who could have watched or listened."

"I am already on it; someone is doing that now."

"Let's hope the person doing it isn't the Spy."

He looked at me and then he sighed deeply. Obviously, that had never occurred to him.

"I had a thought," I said, "on your business."

"Oh, yes?"

"Well, the Chinese make a lot of things that are significantly cheaper than here in the UK."

"Yes."

"Well, I was thinking that you could set up some dealerships to sell some, perhaps in each major town. I was thinking in terms of construction and farm equipment."

"I know nothing about them"

"You don't need to; you hire people for that. What you do is you order them in bulk. They come across in a shipping container, which you can keep for storage or sell. The thing is, you sell for cash, the buyer is happy, cheap deal, and you are happy because you can then put it through the books at whatever inflated price you like. You then have a legitimate business for moving things around the world and channelling cash into your business bank accounts."

He looked thoughtful and then asked, "What equipment are you thinking?'

"Oh, from the small wheeled loaders, crushers and excavators, to larger items like tractors. You can also sell attachments too. It all comes over in containers and that gives me another thought."

"Yes?"

"Well, say a container wasn't sent directly to you here in the UK, but stopped off somewhere else, somewhere not so prescriptive about things that come and go in containers. In that place the load could be adapted with extra items hidden within, and then resealed and onward forwarded to you where the additions could be retrieved with no one any the wiser."

"Items?"

"Anything that you didn't want the authorities to find. The people I mentioned from Birmingham used to bring in weapons hidden in a false floor, but I doubt that you have need for them, so you could do cash, or drugs for example."

"The Chinese do make and sell weapons. That much I believe, but you could not openly bring them to the UK."

I shrugged, "as I say, weapons are not my thing, and I didn't expect them to be yours."

"I have friends with needs, it may be able to be of assistance to them."

So he had let slip what we had suspected. "I think you would have to go to China and make those kind of deals in person, you certainly would not want an email chain that the UK Security Services could read."

"No. I would have to try and find a source in China, that could be difficult. Do you know who your old employers used?"

"No. I did see it written down once, but I don't read Mandarin and it meant nothing really, and no, I cannot recall what I saw."

"Shame, that would be very valuable information."

"I could try and contact my old employer and see if he was willing to share the information."

"I would be very grateful if you were to do that."

"I will see what I can do, but they may not play ball."

After we had finished eating and discussing his woes, we went back to his car. Frankly I was surprised he didn't try and have sex with me, that was his usual MO, but no, he just took me home and dropped me off, saying he had to go back to his office, and then drove off.

I had to get a message to the office, I needed a Chinese arms dealer that would ship to Bangladesh. I switched on my laptop, fired up a dark web browser and secure email client and sent a message to an address actively monitored by the agency.

'I know we parted in awkward terms, but would benefit from the Chinese contact that sold those various items that we talked about in our last but one meeting'

If Ali did have way of monitoring my emails, my email would just confirm what we had talked about over lunch. The Agency would find a way to meet with me and get exactly what I needed.

The front door knocked, it was Alice.

"Come in," I said, "Cuppa?"

"Yes, no," she replied shutting and locking the door behind her. "Fuck me," she said and headed up to my bedroom. Oh. I see. I followed her upstairs, and as I entered the bedroom, she turned and faced me pulling her dress over her head, nothing else underneath to remove. She was naked, her dress discarded on the floor beside her.

I looked closely at her, her nipples were hard, her fanny glistened, her chest was heaving.

"What has gotten into you, has you husband abandoned your fanny?" I asked as I removed my clothes and placed them on my chair.

"I need you, not his big dick. I need sensuality not mere copulation."

"Oh, Alan has a big dick, does he?" I asked even though I already knew that "that's nice to know, I may try it one day."

"Be my guest, now me, if you don't mind?" She lay on my bed and parted her thighs, her head tilted backwards looking at my ceiling, her eyes closed, arms by her side. I knelt on the edge of the bed and sucked the big toe of her left foot into my mouth, my tongue running around the nail, almost as if it were fellatio. She groaned as my tongue worked and my mouth sucked. I held her ankle in both hands as I worked her toe, before leaving it, cold in the bedroom air and moving to her other toe.

"Oh fuck," she exclaimed, "what are you doing?"

My mouth was full, so I didn't answer, I sucked instead. I stopped sucking and started kissing her foot and moving up her leg to her knee, a big suck on her kneecap and then my finger sliding up her leg towards her inner thing. I swapped leg and sucked her other knee, and my hand moved up her other thigh, and when both hands where a thumbs width from her crotch, I pulled my head back and then up, pursing my lips and blowing on her crease. She twitched quite violently and gulped in a huge draught of air and held it, seemingly forever.

My tongue dabbed forward, just touching her labia, again she flinched. Although naked of hair, her labia and mons were full of little puckers like goosebumps, the remnants of her hair follicles I guessed. I licked her left labium, and then, as she shivered in delight, her right, and finally I pressed my tongue between her fat quivering labia and found her valley, hot, wet and wanting. I sucked as I moved, tasting her salty excretions, finding her entrance and quivering petals, pressing briefly in as she loudly gasped and lifted her buttocks.

My tongue slid up her valley and found her small nubbin, teasing it out with the tip of my tongue and nibbling it, her gasps loud repeating like a stuck record. I slipped my hand under my chin and stroked her valley, sliding past her petals and coating her perineum and crinkle with her juices. I angled my hand, two fingers at her entrance and one at her crinkle, and I pushed. At first there was resistance, but her body relented and three fingers entered her as she screamed in pleasure at my invasion, her body acquiescing as I doubled her, shagging her with my fingers, sucking her with my mouth, licking with my tongue.

"Oh fuck, jesus, fuck, fuckity fuck," she was gasping and then she thrust up high, her back leaving the bed, arching, her fanny and arse squeezing me, her whole body spasming as her orgasm rolled through her body. After a few moments she suddenly relaxed and slumped back on the bed, gasping, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe normally, her eyes were staring at, her mouth open and now silent.

I pulled away and lay on my side next to her.

"I still don't get why you come to me. You say your husband has a big dick, isn't that enough for you? I don't get it."

Her mouth moved but no words came out. She sat up and shook her head.

"He doesn't give me that ending that you do," she managed between heaves of her chest.

"Teach him, it is basic biology surely."

"What you do is not biology."

I shrugged, to me it was.

Later, after she left, there was a knock at my door. It was Ali.

"I have found the leak."

"You better come in."

We went into the kitchen, and I put water in the kettle and turned it on to heat, before turning to him to listen to his words.

"It was not the person I had checking the CCTV footage. I hardly noticed but I also had someone else sitting at a computer in the corner of the room. Zaman. He was always there. I spoke to him saying I knew we had a leak of information. I then as a guess, I simply asked him why. He got up and tried to run, guilt confirmed in that moment. I had people outside, he won't be running or talking anymore. Now I need a new computer specialist."

"Okay, sometimes things in front of our nose are invisible." The kettle boiled, I went to make tea but he held my arm and turned me to him.

"You want to go upstairs?" I asked, he nodded.

I passed him, dropping the lock on my front door and then went upstairs. I could hear Ali following. In my bedroom I undid and took off my dress, folding it and placing it on my chair. I turned to see Ali remove his djellaba and then lower his trousers and he too was naked. His dick hard and ready, his chest lightly covered in hair, his groin hair seemingly trimmed short. I lay back on my bed, ready for his action.

He surprised me, never having shown such an inclination before, he knelt between my legs and licked my fanny, his tongue delving deep between my labia, pressing at my entrance, his fingers holding my crease open, his nose rubbing my clitoris. I could hardly believe it, but I was getting aroused, his ministrations were kick starting my electrics, my pressures were building, my pleasures accumulating and my breath holding.

His hands were under my legs, and as he moved up from my fanny, he moved my legs so that they folded back along and above me. I was bent in two and his dick hovered at my entrance. In this position I was virtually helpless and totally exposed. His dick pressed and pushed past my petals, past my opening and deep inside, his balls touching me, he was so deep. I felt full, also i felt uncomfortable, my hamstrings were stretched uncomfortably.

He started to fuck, moving methodically, his balls bouncing off me as his temp increased. I was gasping audibly as he filled me, trying to breath as he pulled back, faster and faster he went, his eyes staring at mine, mine staring back, my arms splayed out either side of me, acting as a balance. My body was rocking back and forth slightly as he fucked, my pressures building and my electrics felt as if they were supercharging. Regardless of my thoughts, biology was taking over and my body was reacting as it was designed.

He began to go faster, full pressure on my depth as he thrust in hard, grunting as he shagged, my gasps echoing his grunts. My legs were wobbling above me as he moved, I held them briefly with my hands, but my position meant I kept rolling on the bed, I put my arms back to my side and stabilised. Ali thrust and my pressures grew, my pleasures were threatening and my electrics fizzed, I was close.

I hard and deep thrust, pressing hard against my clitoris and my body ceded defeat, my orgasm erupting and pleasures exploding through my body, my mouth screaming, my back groaning as I was forced down on to the mattress by his weight. He gurgled and grunted loudly as his seed flooded my fanny, his dick holding it in there, plugging me, and then I felt his firmness recede, he pulled back and his dick fell from my fanny, finally I was able to lower my paining legs.

He stood and pulled up his trousers, put his djellaba back on and looked at me.

"I don't understand you and I am still not sure I can trust you." He said, his eyes cold as they stared at me.

"Your call Ali, I could care less what you think honestly. I worked for villains in Birmingham, you don't scare me, not yet. They did, but I had seen them do much more than I have seen you do. I don't talk out of turn; I don't share anything and I don't need your money. You can walk out of my front door right now and never talk to me again and my life wouldn't change. Frankly Ali, I have been fucked better too. I wouldn't miss you for a second.