Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 13.
Penzance harbour was split into two very different areas. There was a swanky marina which catered for the leisure craft such as expensive yachts, motor boats and a sailing club, but that wasn't where we were heading. The south pier was the industrial part of the harbour and consisted of fishing boats and maintenance vessels and, according to Arrow, that was where the call from the burner phone had originated. If her intel was correct, Victor had rented a boat from here and we were just hoping he was still in the area.
I parked the van next to the south pier toilet block and switched the engine off as we observed the comings and goings at the busy port. The docks were buzzing with people preparing vessels for sea or unloading them from a successful day's fishing. A lot of them were trawler boats, full of nets and equipment or other vessels with fishing rods sticking out the back for holiday makers to catch big game fish. They looked identical to the boat we'd seen on the news at Whitesands Bay, except these were still in one piece and weren't a burnt-out wreck.
"They could be on any of these boats," Nat pointed out. "How are we going to find out which one?"
"I guess we need to ask someone nicely," I shrugged. "Hopefully they haven't left yet."
"Let's hope so," she replied.
"Let's start by having a nose around and see if we can spot anything suspicious. I'm not expecting them to be flying the Russian flag, but I think we'll know them if we see them."
I took the UCP pistol from under my seat and checked the chamber for shiny brass. Nat did the same and we stuffed the pistols into the back of our Daisy Dukes and smoothed down our T-shirts and jackets over the top to conceal them. We then took a spare magazine each, stuffed it in our jacket pocket and exited the van, placing the key on top of the driver's side front tyre just in case we got separated.
No one paid us any attention other than a couple of perverted fishermen nudging each other as we walked by. I guessed they didn't see many hot girls on this side of the harbour. The hustle and bustle of the port looked very industrious and the smell of fish, diesel fumes and salt water filled the air. There was a steady chug of boats on tick over, but we were more interested in the boats moored up in the quieter section of the harbour. There were several which looked a little run down and also a few empty births. Victor could have been right next to us on any one of these boats and we would have no idea.
"Let's try the harbour master's office," Nat suggested. "They have to keep logs of anyone entering or leaving the harbour. They might have seen something."
"Fucking hell. Ok, Miss Marple," I giggled. "That's actually a pretty good idea for you."
"I do have them occasionally, Becca bitch," she smiled.
The harbour master's office was a two-storey white concrete building built onto one of the piers. It had seen better days with flaking paint and rusty metal window frames spewing orange stains down the once white paintwork. The glass in the windows was grimy and covered in salt from the wind and spray. As we entered the building, an old bell rang out as the door twanged against it.
Dingaling-aling.
"Hold on. I'll be right with you," said an old, pissed-off sounding voice from behind the counter.
The reception area was as run-down as the outside of the building and resembled an old post office. It had a wooden and glass partition separating the public from the official side of things so we stood in front of one of the serving hatches and waited.
"It's like the land that time forgot in here," Natalie whispered. "Haven't they heard of modernisation?"
I was about to reply when we saw a guy approaching, weaving his way past some antique desks that were maybe as old as he was. The guy looked sixty, but I guessed he was younger. The sea and wind had weathered his face into a wrinkled mass of crow's feet and furrows almost hiding his squinty eyes completely. He had grey hair and was as skinny as a rake. His harbour master's uniform was dark blue and his name badge said 'Skip'. I guessed he was a nautical man and that Skip was short for Skipper. Maybe it was his nickname.
"I'm coming," he moaned, sounding annoyed that someone had disturbed him, but his attitude changed when he saw who we were. "Oh... sorry... hello... we don't get many of your sort in here," he snorted.
"Our sort?" I quizzed.
"Yeah... women," he laughed. "Are you lost or something?"
"Not exactly," I replied, giving him my best flirtatious smile. "We're hoping you can help us with something."
"I'd help the pair of you with something all night long, my dear," he leered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Just say the word."
Skip must have been absent when the sexual harassment in the workplace courses were being conducted, but I knew that that would work in our favour.
"You dirty old bugger," Nat giggled like a school girl, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "That's a lovely offer, but we're actually looking for a group of Russian friends who we think may have rented a fishing boat from here. We were wondering if you'd seen anything like that."
His body stiffened at the mention of Russians and his eyes narrowed even more. That told me that he knew something.
"Why would two pretty little things like you be looking for Russians?" he asked abruptly. "What are you... cops?"
"Not exactly, but we do have a vested interest in finding these guys," I replied. "Have you seen anyone like that?"
"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't," he sniffed. "We get all sorts of people down here. I know when to mind my business and when to not."
"Is that a yes or a no?" asked Nat.
The guy looked us both up and down. He may have been trying to figure out who we were, but it looked more like he was admiring our bodies. Neither of us were wearing a bra as usual and the chill in the harbour had made our nipples stick out under our T-shirts. He licked his lips before replying.
"I can tell that you're not from around here," he said. "People down here don't get involved in other people's business. Things work a little bit differently in this neck of the woods and information isn't free. Sometimes I get paid to keep quiet and sometimes I get paid to tell people stuff. You get my drift?"
It sounded like the Russians might have paid him to keep their presence a secret. I thought about my options for a moment and figured there were two. I could pull my gun on this guy and threaten him, but I thought that might just make him clam up even more. Besides, I wasn't exactly going to use it on him so it would be an empty threat and he'd see straight through it. The other option was bribery.
"And how much would it cost for this information?" I asked.
"Well, it's hard to say," he sucked air in through his teeth like trade's people do when the price is going to be high. "But I guess I could do you a discounted rate seeming as you're both so pretty. I'm a sucker for young girls."
He stared down at my tits and then back up at my face before shrugging and cocking his head to the side. His body language spoke a thousand words and we both knew what he was getting at without him having to say it.
"What have you got in mind?" I sighed, as though I'd already resigned myself to the fact he'd won.
"I'd love to see those gorgeous titties in the flesh," he smirked. "You sluts have practically got them out anyway with those flimsy tops. I can tell that you're either excited to see me or it's cold outside."
"And what will that get us in return?" asked Natalie.
"I'll tell you if I've seen any Russians."
It was a small price to pay and I had no problem with him leering at my breasts. I glanced at Nat and we both shrugged in a silent agreement before pulling up our T-shirts and exposing our perky boobs to this old pervert. Skip's eyes almost popped out of his head and he didn't know where to look first. He glanced back and forth from Nat to me taking in our toned bodies and heavy breasts. Our dark nipples were sticking out like ripe blackberries and it wasn't just from the cold. Having this pervert's eyes all over me was thrilling, even if he appeared to be three times my age.
"Fuck me," he gasped. "I didn't think you'd actually go do it, but Jesus Christ they are magnificent. It's been a few years since I've seen a pair as nice as those. And now I get to see two pairs at once. You dirty little bitches."
He adjusted himself in his trousers as his cock got hard and he continued to stare at our boobs until we covered ourselves back up.
"We've shown you enough. Now, answer the question. Have you seen any Russians?" I asked again.
"I have. They came in here a few days ago," that was all he told us.
"Is that it? You've got to give us more than that, you pervy old fucker," I protested. "We've just shown you our tits for fuck's sake."
"The deal was that I'd tell you if I'd seen any Russians," he shrugged. "I've answered the question in exchange for a titty flash. If you want to know more... you've got to do more for me," he folded his arms in defiance.
"Like what?" Nat moaned.
"Kiss each other."
"What?"
"Kiss each other... with your tits out. Then I'll tell you more," he smiled. "And make it look convincing. I don't just want to see a friendly peck on the cheek. I want to see some tongue action for at least two minutes."
This guy was beginning to piss me off, but I heard Lexa's voice in my head telling me to do whatever it took to get this mission completed. She'd also said that she wanted it doing discreetly so we didn't have much choice, but to do as Skip requested. I pulled my T-shirt back up and Natalie followed my lead as I moved closer to her. I felt her body heat as my breasts mashed against hers and our lips met while Skip watched on with glee. We kissed and entwined our tongues for a couple of minutes giving him an extra treat by fondling each other's tits.
"You fucking dirty dykes," he cooed. "Look at the pair of you enjoying each other. It's not your first time together, is it?"
"How many Russians were there and where did they go?" I said, pulling away from Natalie and covering ourselves up again.
"Two of them came in here and did the negotiating, the rest stayed outside. I'd say there was maybe twenty of them in total. A big guy with a broken nose did all the talking," he replied, stroking his crotch.
