Agent

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The further adventures of Liz the Agent. The previous stories in the series will help set the scene if you are new.

It had been a few weeks since I last saw Ali, I had been and checked out his new commercial properties at Halifax, Bradford, Keighley and Leeds as requested, and had sent Ali my opinion by mail. The silver Audi was no longer parking in the road by the house, perhaps it was just going to follow Ali when he reappeared, I neither knew, nor cared.

I had just got out of the bath and put on my robe when the doorbell rang. I checked that I was decent enough and opened the door, Ali stood there.

"Well, come in then," I said, "and tell me what is what."

"I have eight containers of plant coming here, two to each of the premises. I have decided to rebrand them, and am selling all the existing stock, it is not what I want to do, and, if any of the existing staff want to set up in competition with me, they can, but I won't be stocking what they are experienced in."

"Okay, you are letting them all go then?"

"Yes. I want my own people in place, not people who have a loyalty to an old system that is no longer in place."

"Okay, the engineers may be a loss."

"Not for the new plant. It is all basically self-serviced by the purchaser. I shall hold a stock of consumables that they can buy. If they don't service properly then that is their look out."

"Okay, so, what are you stocking?"

"A range of small plant, excavators, dumpers, loaders, plate vibrators, scissor lifts, I think that is it for the first delivery. It covers all the things that a small contractor might use and is light enough to be carried within the weight limits of their vans and pickups. I shall get the sites rebranded starting next week, and the stock will be here within three weeks, it has already departed."

"Okay, advertising, that sort of thing?"

"Big spreads in local papers, although they don't really carry much readership these days. Local radio coverage, and advertising hoardings."

"Okay, what happens if you sell everything and have no stock for people to look at?"

"It is all going to be four to five week delivery, so no stock will leave until the new stock arrives. If it sells well, I shall increase my stock holding."

"Okay, how will it work?"

"It is all cash only, fifty percent on order, the remaining fifty percent on collection four weeks later."

"And the books?"

"Initially I shall book them through for a grand more than they sell for, I know that there are other vendors around the UK, I cannot be too much more than them otherwise the revenue will start investigating. The people I am dealing with in China are happy if I become the sole UK Franchise."

"This could actually become a big legitimate earner for you?"

"Well, it could, but that is not its purpose. Depending on how it goes I have other premises in mind further afield, Doncaster, Rotherham, Halifax, Manchester and Sheffield. I have not formally expressed an interest yet, I want to see how this idea of your pans out."

So, it is being viewed as my idea, no doubt I it goes wrong it will be my fault, if it goes right, it will be his business acumen.

"Okay, any other irons? The other thing that you were interested in that I got you the details for from my old employers?"

"Yes, that is going satisfactorily, those products will be delivered to Bangladesh for onwards distribution. I have ideas on shipping."

"Oh? You will still have to get past customs wherever your destination country is."

"Yes. As you know shipping containers are made with effectively corrugated sides, tops and bottoms."

"Yes, well, I mean they look that way, yes."

"And that they are X-rayed from the side as they go through customs?"

"I didn't know that." Actually I did know all of this, but I didn't want him to know that, a little implied ignorance never hurt anyone.

"Well, we will fill the troughs in the roof and floor with my merchandise and then weld the troughs shut. From the side it won't be possible to see what is there, it will just look solid. I shall then have more of my standard plant inside the container, all of that will show up and will match the manifest."

"One thing."

"Yes?"

"Those numbers stencilled onto the containers, aren't they the weight parameters?

I suggest that they match the new weight of your welded containers. If customs unload your container and discover it still weighs more than stated, they will rip it apart."

"Thank you. Yes, I shall make sure that happens."

And I shall make sure that the Agency knows of this plan of his to get past customs. I am not sure how I will know what his actual shipments will be, but I can hope that the agency has appropriate contacts.

"I have missed you," he said.

"Have you?" I asked, "or have you just missed my body?"

"Both, of course, your ideas are incredible, and your body is delightful."

I looked at him with a critical eye. His body was not repulsive, he was toned and had a clean odour, positives. He knew how to please a woman's body, he just sometimes put his own desires first, a negative. He was a criminal, big negative. He was male, neutral. I was not in the market, but a woman could do worse, she could also do a lot better.

"Do you have time to go upstairs?" I asked.

"No, sadly, but be assured my desire for you is there. I have things I have to do. Could I take you for dinner this evening?"

"What time, I don't like to eat late." Well, I don't, it gives me indigestion.

"Pick up at seven?"

"Okay, yes then, I shall be ready."

He moved to me and pecked me on the cheek, I air kissed him back, he turned and was gone, was that an attempt at romance I wondered. I turned and went upstairs and finished getting dressed, a simple strappy dress would do for the day, I had no plans, although I thought I might go and look around the White Rose centre and rummage through a few of the clothes shops, my wardrobe was a little thin.

The door bell went, I opened the door, it was Victor.

"I see lover boy is back," he said with a smile on his face, "fancy coming over for a cup of tea? I made some scones too."

"Hardly lover boy, Victor," I said, "and yes, put the kettle on, I shall be over shortly."

I was still unsure about Victor, something didn't read right about him, I wasn't sure what it was, but there was something. I knew that he was not someone I could trust with anything. I might get the office to do a deep dive on him, I have avoided doing that as the office have enough to do with the actual case, and he could just be a distraction. But I would get it done. I think part of it was that he was, i think mid fifties, but he appeared a much older man, it felt like an act to me.

I sprayed a little EDP here and there, locked up and went across to see Victor. He must have been watching, because as I went up his drive he opened the front door, creepy.

"Aha, there you are, come on in, the kettle has just boiled."

He stepped to the side and I walked past, and I realised that he hadn't stepped aside quite enough as I brushed against him as I walked in. I didn't pause, I simply headed to the kitchen and then turned to await him.

"Yorkshire Tea okay?" he asked.

"That will do nicely, milk no sugar."

He made the tea and we sat in his front room, him opposite me, I left my knees slightly apart, I am such a tease.

"I haven't wanted to bother you too much, you seem so involved with our local gangster."

"Gangster?" I said trying to inject surprise into my voice.

"Oh come, you must know."

"Know? No. Ali? He has taken me out a few times for meals, but then we are both single."

He looked at me and I swear he shook his head.

"Okay well, does he not ever talk about his business?"

"God no, why would he do that with me? I am just a semi-retired accountant. I have no idea what he does, I just assumed he owns a business."

"Okay, well, I shall say no more, I too am just a single person."

"Well yes, you told me that you sold your engineering business and now just occasionally help them out."

"Indeed, although these days I find much more of interest closer to home."

I parted my knees just a little more. "Oh?" I said.

"Oh yes, definitely much more interesting."

"Well now, that is good to know," my knees now a few inches apart, Victor was getting a little red faced.

I could see the bulge had grown in his trousers and it looked to me as if he were about to burst.

"Is there anything that I could help with?" I asked looking directly at his bulge.

"Things have become a little tight in a certain area," he said, his trousers moving as he twitched his dick.

"I could help with that I am sure. Shall we go somewhere more amenable?" I asked, putting my cup down and standing up.

Victor stood and looked at me, "yes my dear, let's. Follow me."

I followed Victor and we went up to his bedroom where he turned and faced me. His trousers really quite distended.

"Oh dear Victor," I said, "let me help you." I knelt down in front of him and undid the belt on his trousers, then the clip and then the zipper, peeling the front of his trousers away from his stretched under pants. I grabbed trousers and pants at the waist and pulled them down, releasing his dick.

"Is that better Victor, have I helped enough, or should I help some more?

"More please Liz," he said, his voice faltering.

I leant forward, took his dick in my hand, and put my lips around it and closed my mouth around his head. Victor gasped and his knees faltered slightly. I began a slow mouth shag of his dick, my mouth sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue licking his glans.

I held his balls and twirled them between my fingers, enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to hurt, and pulled my mouth back. I stood and pulled my dress off, standing in just my bra, I undid it and dropped it on his bedroom chair along with my dress. I stood naked before him, turned and lay upon his bed, my leg raised slightly, to be slightly more demure.

He quickly undressed and joined me, his dick still glistening where my mouth had been. He bent as if to tongue me, I shook my head.

"No Victor, just shag me today, and whilst you are filling me, you can tell me why you think my neighbour is a gangster, I am intrigued. This is such a quiet estate too, one of the reasons I wanted to move here, for the quiet."

He knelt on the bed and covered me, his dick nudging my crease. I reached down and guided him to the correct spot and flexed my hips up, he pushed down and entered me, pushing through my entrance, past my opening and into my depths, I couldn't help but 'oof' as he filled me. He has a good dick, not too long, but a good girth.

"Aah," he sighed as my fanny embraced his dick, squeezing him as he felt the warmth of me. He pulled back a little and I could feel his foreskin unravelling within me, a strange yet lovely sensation. I squeezed again. He began to move, pushing hard in and then pulling almost out, my fanny petals gripping him as his dick retreated, holding him, refusing him permission to leave. Faster be began to move, the familiar slap sound echoed around his bedroom, and I could hear my gasps as he filled me.

Harder he pushed, the speed increasing, his foreskin just a blur within me, adding to the sensation of being filled and emptied, a woman's joy. He didn't talk as he shagged, I would have to wheedle what I wanted out of him later, his entire focus was on shagging his neighbour from over the road, and a good focus it was. I could feel my pleasures growing as the pressures within increased and my electrics began to buzz.

My fingers dug into his back, my nails sure to leave marks, fortunately for him, marks that I was the only one likely to see. I raised my legs and half wrapped them around his buttocks, making it feel as if he were going inside me a little deeper, his balls now landing just above my bottom as he shagged.

"Oh my," he gasped and he pushed hard inside me, flooding my barren body with his seeds, so much he deposited that it oozed alongside his softening dick as my pressures released and my fanny clamped and squeezed his dick. My orgasm erupted, my stored pleasures exploding through my body, my legs flexing and pumping against his buttocks, pushing him deeper into me. I didn't scream, just a silent 'O' as I released the sexual pressures that had built.

He slumped down, and as I straightened my legs he rolled off and lay to the side.

"So," I said, "my gangster neighbour?"

"I have a friend in the force," he said, his chest heaving as he spoke, "and he tells me that he runs brothels."

That wasn't a surprise, Ali had hinted as much when he said he had women that worked for him in the leisure sector.

"Oh, where? Crumbs."

"There are a lot of old commercial buildings abandoned around Bradford, and he kits out old shipping containers with beds, toilets etc, and puts them in the old buildings. The women don't speak English and are kept prisoner inside. Men are shipped to them for them to service."

"How does you friend know this? Why haven't they arrested him?"

"Because they can't check every empty building, and they only usually find out about it after the event. They know it is him, but don't have the evidence."

"And this makes him a gangster? More of a pimp I would have said."

"Oh there is more. Remember that body they found thrown over the bridge into the beck?"

"No, I must have missed that one."

"The body had the feet sawn off before he was dumped, when he was still alive. He was a runner for your neighbour. Police think he was skimming so Ali took his pound of flesh."

Oh, well, yes, I had seen that guy when he was alive in one of Ali's properties. I didn't know that he had turned up dead. Gruesome.

"Oh my God, and how do they know this was Ali?"

"They just know."

"I am hearing a lot of allegations, and they may all be true, but not hearing any evidence."

Victor was quiet and I didn't want to push him anymore. Nothing I wouldn't have guessed, I knew Ali was a nasty piece of work, prostitution happens all over the world, and somehow men like Ali always seem to be behind it. The girls should organise and run it themselves, offer a much more attractive service.

Back home I showered and douched and sent a message to the Agency asking for a deep dive on Victor. He knew things, or said he did, that a retired Engineer wouldn't normally know. He didn't add up.

I sat at my mirror doing my makeup. A little blusher to highlight my cheeks, a dark red lippy with an ultra glossy coat. My eyes were my usual minimalistic blue abba look. Mascara, I didn't need false lashes, and nail polish that matched my lipstick.

The blue dress again, low at the front but not too low, a slit up the side and a low back. Bra was powder blue and had deep underwired cups to uplift and thrust. I decided I would go with matching suspender belt and stocking with a blue hue to top my Christian Louboutin five inch heels. No knickers, I hate them and wasn't going to make my couchy coo all sweaty by covering her up.

I had a tampon, a tissue, forty pounds in cash, a credit card and my door key in my purse. I was ready. I sat in the kitchen waiting, and the doorbell sounded.

"Good evening Ali," I said as I opened the door, I knew damn well that I looked good. I had been trained to impress, and I had graduated top of my class. He would have been turned on even if had he been gay.

"Liz," he responded, "shall we go?"

I followed him to his car, he had opened the front passenger seat and got in, probably revealing more than intended and not as much as he would like, it is never easy sitting in a low car seat, it is just as bad getting out, and everyone thinks the man is just being polite when he opens your door.

The restaurant was near the casino in town and I had heard of it, mostly because of the prices, where one steak can cost as much as five hundred pounds, and no, it didn't have Michelin stars, it was simply very expensive, and the prices created an exclusivity. A valet took away the car giving Ali a token for its return, and we went inside. Inside was a little dark for my test, not helped by the matt furnishings which did not reflect much light. Our table was actually a small booth to one side, secluded and private.

"Allow me to order," Ali said, "unless you have allergies I need to know about."

I wasn't sure of men being over sure was an allergy, so I just nodded my acquiescence.

He ordered Chicken Tikka in a butter sauce for our starters alongside a sparking glacier melt water. Our main was a shared Wagyu A5+ Sirloin with Lobster chimichurri and sides of Togarashi Fries and broccoli melt. This was accompanied with a Chateau Neuf Du Papes premiere and more glacier melt.

"Well then," I said, "how is the business we discussed doing?"

"Excellent, I like very much the ideas that you have introduced. Would you like to manage that side of the operation? You would be working for a company based in Bangladesh, and they would pay you into a foreign bank of your choosing."

"Thank you, no, tempting, but I know little of plant hire and I am not sure I am ready for full time work."

"Shame, I think your business and finance knowledge makes you the ideal person."

"Oh. Well give me a few days to think on it, as I say, I haven't been thinking of working yet, and I don't have a foreign bank account anyway."

"The bank is easily sorted, and in terms of the business, well, you would arrange it as you see fit. I am minded to get rid of all the existing people and plant, but you may see it differently."

"If I do, then the company will need proper legal UK based bank accounts, I will need an independent auditor and accountant. I can vet their work, but to be above suspicion with the revenue, it needs to be a genuine independent."

"Fine, you are already thinking like my Chief Operating Officer."

I was silent. This was a real opportunity to get inside and perhaps see what he doesn't want people to see, but I must not seem eager, he would get suspicious. I took a sip of my melted glacier water, honestly, it is a bloody con, it just tastes like cold water, and paying the frankly ridiculous cost for melted glacier ice someone must be mad, or have money to through away, and I bet Ali will pay cash for this meal.

The surf and turf, which is basically what the main consisted of, was just that, and for me, Wagyu is just over fatty steak. I prefer a grass fed British beef and a lobster thermidor, but, I mentally chided myself, I was being taken out for dinner, one of the most expensive around, and I should just enjoy it. Steak was too fatty though.

"What other things are happening Ali, I mean elsewhere in your business empire?"

"Not much. My girls are quiet."

I interrupted him. "Girls. I have an idea on that."

"What? Tell me."

"I know exactly what you mean by girls, the oldest profession. Why don't you take away the risk to you?"

"How?"

"Well the risk to you is immoral earnings. So, why not empower the girls. Set them up in a house and all they pay you is the rent. You can provide them protection from other operators, but what they do and how they do it is up to them. You still get rent, which is legal. It may not be, perhaps as much as you get now, but the rent can be inflated, but it is legal and if repeated across a number of properties, drastically reduces your exposure to risk, and lowers stress."

"What? You mean that they just do their own thing? Find their own clients?"