Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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I tried to stay awake and wait for Tony to come into my room. I had showered and made myself look sexy for him, hoping for a little more than just a meeting and the removal of my tracker. I had a crush on him like never before and wanted him to know my feelings towards him after my disastrous last attempt.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the bed side light being switched on and Tony sitting on the edge of the bed.
"How the fuck do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"Sneak in and out like a fucking ghost."
"Millions of pounds worth of training," he smirked.
I was deliberately naked under the covers. I wanted to seduce him properly this time.
"We need to dig the tracker out of your armpit Becca," he said, not wasting any time with small talk.
I peeled the covers back slowly as I sat up in bed. My large firm breasts were soon exposed in the dimly lit room. My nipples hardened as the cooler air hit them. I felt his eyes on me, even though he appeared to be staring into space. He saw everything without even focussing on me. I swung my legs out of the bed and sat on the edge, next to him.
"It's going to hurt a little," he said.
"More than having a huge cock stuffed in my ass?" I asked, teasing him.
"I wouldn't know."
He seemed to be infallible when it came to innuendo and seduction.
He reached into his pocket and produced a pair of nail scissors and a pair of tweezers.
"Is that it? It's hardly a fucking surgical kit. Is it?" I said sarcastically.
"I've saved a man's life with less, on more than one occasion," he said. "I have to make do with what I have. Stop complaining and lift your arm up."
I flicked my hair over my shoulders to give him a better view of my tits and give him a waft of my perfume. I had used Lexa's trick of smearing my pussy juice onto the pulse points of my neck to give him a smell of my pheromones. She had told me it drove men wild.
I lifted my arm to expose my shaved armpit and the tracker just under my skin.
"Ready?" he asked, looking me in the eye.
"Do it," I took a deep breath in.
His manly hands touched my skin and I suddenly became ticklish and backed away.
"Really?" he asked. "You sit there naked and now you're shy?"
"You tickled me. Be firmer with your touch," I went all girly on him, trying to draw him in.
His hand brushed against my breast and then gripped me firmly under my tricep. He found the grain of rice sized tracker and took the nail scissors and made a small cut in my skin.
I flinched.
"Sorry," he said.
"Its fine," I said breathing in again.
He took the tweezers and gently peeled my skin back. He then used both thumbs and squeezed either side of the tracker to force it out the hole he had made. It was like squeezing a spot and he finally managed to remove it into the palm of his hand. He handed me some toilet paper and told me to apply pressure until the bleeding had stopped.
"Got it," he said wiping it on some more toilet paper. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable. The tracker had been with me since the dogging car park and was my safety blanket. Lexa would always know where I was as long as I had it embedded in my skin. Now it was out, I felt alone even though it was still within six inches of me.
Tony cleaned it and handed it to me.
"Tomorrow you need to put in this in the lining of the velvet bag containing the diamonds. Slip it in where the drawstring goes. Do it before you put the bag in the plastic ball. Hide it in your mouth until the time is right."
I nodded.
I'd never met anyone like this guy. He was professional at all times. He must have been able to smell my scent, he was close enough. He would know I was turned on. It was a like a primal sense with guys, dating back to the cave men. I was completely naked with all my goods on show and he still made no moves to try and take me.
He got up and made it to the door.
As he looked back, I spreads my legs enough to show him my shaven haven.
"What's with you Tony?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sat here with my tits and pussy out and you're not interested."
"I never said I wasn't interested."
"You didn't need to. Its obvious. My training was mostly about reading body language and about how to defend myself. I can tell you don't want me," I said. "I'm trained to seduce men with the all my sexual prowess and you seem impervious to them."
"Why do you want me to fuck you so badly?" he asked.
"I never said I did," I replied.
He came back over and sat on the bed next to me. I turned to face him, pushing my chest out and hoping he'd take me in his arms and bed me there and then.
"We have a job to do Becca. You might think this is all fun and games, but these are serious people we're going up against. You need to wise up and realise what's at stake here," he said.
I felt like a child being told off by a parent.
"And what is at stake?" I asked.
"Your life. My life. The lives of your friends. If we cross these people and get caught, they will kill us. Do you understand that? They earn five million pounds a month and not you or me or anyone else is going to get in the way of that. Its too large an amount of money. Cynthia's playing it down as a holiday, but it certainly won't be a holiday when we get there. It's going to be difficult and dangerous. You need to realise the facts and start paying a little more attention to the situation you're putting yourself in."
He was right. He was always right, but I wasn't going to give up that easily. Somehow the danger of it all made me even more horny.
"Well...if its so dangerous, why don't we enjoy ourselves while we still can?" I said, placing my hand on his thigh.
He didn't even crack a smile.
"You're young, sexy and beautiful Becca, but this isn't the way it should be," he said.
He stood up and moved back to the door.
I was rejected once again, but I thought I'd made some progress. At least he'd given me some compliments.
"Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning," he said.
Before I could answer, he'd slipped out into the darkness of the corridor and was gone once more.
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At eight in the morning there was a knock on my door.
I had just got out of the shower after a sweaty, sleepless night thinking about what Tony had said. Maybe it was going to be more dangerous than I thought, but I had to take things one step at a time to prevent myself from being overwhelmed by it all and crumbling under the pressure.
At the door was a porter, with a package in his arms. He didn't bat an eye at the semi naked girl answering the door in a towel. He must have seen it a thousand times in this brothel.
"Good morning Rebecca, here is a briefing from Cynthia about todays events and your clothes for the journey. She requires you in the meeting room at ten thirty and you will be departing at eleven," he said.
As he spoke I looked past him to see four other porters doing exactly the same thing with Chloe, Sara, Tammy and Aggie.
I thanked him, took the parcel and closed the door. First I read the briefing. It listed the timings the porter had just told me about, plus a few items I needed to take. It felt like a list of items you'd be given for a school trip, to make sure you didn't forget anything. It basically said pack for hot weather for a few days, but most things would be provided at the villa anyway. I guessed it was in case we got our bags searched at the border. We had to look like who we said we were. Traveling to play football with no luggage would arise suspicion.
The package contained a football uniform. It was a pale blue football shirt with my name on the back "BECCA" and the number "1" underneath. There were also a pair of white baggy shorts, long blue socks and a pair of gym knickers and sports bra. Hardly my usual attire, especially in the underwear department, but I guessed I had no choice if I wanted to blend in. Footwear consisted of a pair of trainers. I knew nothing about football, but at least I'd look the part.
In the package there was also my passport. I remembered finding the passport photos in Cynthia's drawer and they were now stuck into my fake passport. My name was Rebecca Johnson. Yet another fake name. I was now a fake hooker with a fake name working undercover as a fake footballer with another fake name. A girl could go crazy just thinking about it.
I packed my belongings and slipped on the clothing. The underwear was tight fitting, but soft and comfortable. It was designed to give support during sports. The shorts were mid-thigh length and tight around my bum cheeks. The shirt was tight fitting and probably a size too small for added effect. I guessed that men watched women's football for more than just seeing them kick a ball around.
I imagined them commenting as they watched the game.
"Look at the tits on number one."
"I bet she takes it up the ass."
"She's a swallower for sure."
Men were perverts at the best of times and seeing a bunch of sluts dressed in tight fitting football gear would drive them wild. Maybe I had chosen the wrong career path.
