This is the second chapter about British secret service agent Amanda. It will probably make more sense if you read the previous chapter first.
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Hamid phoned me the next morning. He told me Hasna wanted to go on another shopping trip. I agreed to meet her at 4 pm outside Selfridges. So far I had made precious little progress in securing copies of the documents in Hamid's possession, so I figured any contact is better than none.
I found her waiting for me outside the department store, wearing her burqa again. I could see her eyes smiling though as she took my hands in hers.
"Shall we go in?" I asked after exchanging greetings.
"No, not here. Come." Hasna said and took me walking down Oxford Street. We soon turned into a side street and down the stairs to a small shop. Despite there being no shop window there was no mistaking what sort of shop it was.
"You're kidding" I said to Hasna.
"No kidding. You come" said Hasna and continued down the stairs.
The first room was full of videos and magazines. A big black guy sat behind a small counter. He nodded at us as we walked in. He seemed a bit surprised to see a lady in burqa, but didn't make it too obvious. He didn't give me a second glance. I followed Hasna through to the second room which was full of adult toys. Hasna casually browsed through an assortment of dildos and held up two, one very large blue one and a smaller pink one.
"You like?" she asked.
"Oh I think I prefer the pink one. More my size."
Hasna giggled.
"I like big" she said.
I absentmindedly picked up a pair of love balls.
"You like?" Hasna was watching me.
"Mmm, maybe. Always wondered what these would be like."
"I buy for you."
Hasna picked a pair of nipple clamps and then a pair of fluffy blue handcuffs and giggled.
"Hamid likes."
She put all the toys down on a cabinet in the shop.
"This" she said and indicated all the toys she had just picked, "for tomorrow. You, me Hamid." My knees went slightly weak at the thought.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow. Today no time. Meet my sister."
She then turned and walked towards the counter and paid for her toys.
We quickly left and walked towards a corner café.
"I didn't know you had a sister here, Hasna."
"Yes, young girl. Student."
We found a table and order a couple of cappuccinos. Hasna was looking around but obviously didn't find her sister.
"Always late" she tutted but I could see her eyes smiling.
Finally a young girl was waving in our direction from across the street. As she crossed over I could see the family resemblance in her face but there was certainly nothing similar about their clothing. Hasna's sister was wearing hipster jeans and a tight T shirt which didn't quite reach the jeans exposing a strip of tanned, toned stomach.
"Hello Hasna" said the girl and kissed her cheeks through the burqa. Hasna spoke to her in their local dialect and the girl turned to me and smiled.
"Hi Amanda. I'm Saida. I'm studying here in London."
Her English was pretty damn good, you could hardly tell she was a foreigner. She ordered a latte with all the confidence of a young woman in her element at the chic café.
"So I guess you've been shopping" she said to me.
I nodded, not knowing whether I should expand any further.
Saida turned to Hasna and spoke in their local dialect again. Hasna soon shook her head and Saida pouted her lips. The expression made her look even younger than she probably was but she was very cute. I guessed she was probably only around16 or 17 but she certainly had the body of a young woman rather than a child.
When Saida turned to look at me she could probably tell from my face that I was wondering what they were talking about.
"I'm sorry" said Saida apologetically. I'm just scolding my sister for not letting me come along on your little shopping trip. I couldn't help thinking I not surprised Hasna didn't want her along.
"And she won't even show me what she bought. God, everyone treats me like such a child."
Her choice of expression surprised even me and Hasna picked up on it to and scolded her. To take attention away from it I said:
"To be fair I'm not sure if they would have let you in." Saida turned to me and snapped.
"Oh not you too. I'm 18, you know." Then she continued more calmly:
"I do look young though don't I? I get ID'd all the time in clubs."
I was getting the impression that Saida was a bit of a wild child. Saida and Hasna got into a longer conversation, eventually interrupted by Saida.
"Hasna asked me to apologise. I'm sorry Amanda but we have a lot to catch up on."
"Don't worry. I should be going soon anyway. I'll just finish my coffee. I quite enjoy listening to you both talk though even though I don't understand a thing."
And that was true. I had only just got my head around being attracted to Hasna and now I found myself just as attracted to her sister. She was young bubbly and vivacious. She had the same beautiful smile and flawless olive skin as Hasna and even more of a spark in her eye. A few minutes Hasna stood up and excused herself. Saida just smiled at me and then watched Hasna walk into the café. As soon as Hasna had walked through the doors she giggled and dived down under the table to pull out Hasna's bag.
"Now let's see what she bought" she said and winked at me. I felt like I should protest but Saida's cheeky conspiratorial grin stopped me.
"Oh kinky" she said and pulled out the nipple clamps. Her only comment to the big blue dildo was:
"Mmm she likes them big." Then her face brightened up as she pulled out the love balls.
"I love these" she exclaimed and rolled them in her hands.
"What did you buy?"
"Actually those are mine" I nodded toward the balls in her hand. There was something so natural and straightforward about Saida that I didn't mind answering such an intimate question to a virtual stranger. Saida smiled broadly.
"I knew you had taste" she said. "My family thinks I'm too young for sex. They really ought to wake up to the times. We live in swinging London, don't we Amanda?"
I wasn't quite sure what to make of the smile on her face but suddenly Saida did not look so young and innocent anymore.
