Once again the WARNING that this material may not be suitable for some people and may offend. Also make sure that you are of the right age for reading said material in your area…you have been WARNED

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Hi readers it’s good to be back. It looks like the long hot summer is about to die here in NZ, but we are still posting good temperatures around 21 cent, we’re going to take it badly when winter does hit us. Some farmers are still complaining we have not had enough rain and the pastures are very parched. For those coming into summer I hope you have as good a summer as we have just experienced

If anyone has not read “Undercover1” it might be better if you did so first, as this story is a continuation and you will need to know the characters in order to thread them together. Get to know who does what.

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PROLOG

The undercover operation had gone wrong…terribly wrong. Frankie Chiarelli, the guy my partner Brad and I had been after had outfoxed, outmaneuvered and out thought us.

All I had to do was look sexy, get Chiarelli to take an interest in me, lure him to my hotel bedroom and Brad would come in, cuff him and we had our guy. Sounds simple enough, we thought so, but it all went wrong. Chiarelli did get to screw me, which was not in our script. Brad managed to get laid out with a blow to the back of the head and me…well Chiarelli sells me to the sex trade, so here I am on a ship, bound for the flesh post of Iran to work as a prostitute in some brothel some where in that country…just how wrong could any operation go…well I guess I could be dead that could be worse…I think???.

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Life on board ship was not too bad, certainly not as bad as being cooped up in a sweat box of a container…the only concession was having to let the crew screw us, and in return we got a comfortable cabin, good food and wine and reasonable freedom of the ship. For some of the girls this had been a hard pill to swallow…those who decided in the end to rebel against the indignity and humiliation and make a stand, were quickly put back in the hot container, deprived of the comforts of life and sweating it out in a hot tin box, no or little ventilation, with lack of sanitation and water, they soon realized that perhaps opening their legs and making themselves available for the crews pleasure was a better alternative…so here we all were, doing something we did not really wish to do…but surviving best we could…this was going to be the sweet part of our future life…life in an Iranian brothel would not be quite as comfortable. There was no way out…no reprieve on it’s way, it was going to happen of that I was certain, just as night, follows day.

My life with Stefan wasn’t too bad, he never made great demands of me, as long I was available to him when he needed me, that was all he asked. Others had been less fortunate, especially the ones who had been given to crew members on the lower decks, sharing a cabin with four men…sex starved men was not an appealing thought, if they wanted to know what it would be like working in an Iranian brothel…they were experiencing it already.

I learnt how we had all been assembled, Barbara I already knew, the other ten girls…well it had been so simple…organize a beauty contest, with the promise of good prizes and a great future, pick the ones you want to have a working girls…then a night out all expenses paid and hi-jack the bus they are being transported in. Within a relatively short time, the girls are put on a ship and the bus is found abandoned miles away…perfect…one set of soon to become prostitutes for the use of…and there was good money in it….the main reason for taking risks. Well I hadn’t quite got here the same way…I came, courtesy Frankie Chiarelli…one very cruel and devious mob boss, a mob boss we’d been after for some time. I could just imagine him laughing now, not only did I have to give myself to him, which he took great pleasure in doing so, but he had put me on this ship to be sold as slave and sex material in Iran…how had it all happened…well I’ll tell you.

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“Come in, sit down agent Stubbs” it was my boss Captain Fitzroy. He introduced me to the other men in the room. “This is Charles Winchester”. I wanted to laugh, I remember watching the many reruns of M.A.S.H and the Charles Winchester on there…the similarity was amazing…all he had to do was say he was a major and I would have to burst out laughing…it was a set up right

“He’s a D.A…and I think you know Mr. McClelland our mayor…deputy chief Simons…and of course lieutenant Andrews” it was hi’s all round then on with the business. When I’d been summoned earlier I’d wondered what I’d done wrong…funny how we always think the worst when we get a summons.

“What I’m about to tell you does not…and I can’t stress that strongly enough…does not leave this room…do you hear me agent Stubbs”

“I hear you sir…you can rely on my discretion” I assured him strongly

“Good…we are about to launch a campaign against one Frankie Chiarelli…I trust you have heard of him” I nodded that indeed I had heard of him, responsible for many shootings and the loss of life of many innocent victims including my own sister…never proven of course…always swore he had nothing to do with them…but then his type always said that. I wanted this guy and I wanted him bad.

“We are about to set up an undercover team to try and infiltrate his key areas, drugs, money laundering, prostitution…any illegal activity that this scum bag is involved in”

I was wondering where I was to come in, in all this.

“We have undercover ops in all the main areas so far but one…and that’s where you come in…let me say right here and now this operation is purely voluntary and none of us here will think any less of you if you refuse, neither will we think any less of you if you accept the assignment…its not a good assignment and like most undercover ops they can go wrong…we do try to make your safety our prime target…however I don’t need to tell you they can go wrong and we may not be there to bail you out…if you’re on your own you will have to make your best judgment”

I had an uncomfortable feeling where this was heading. I cut straight to the chase.

“What your saying sir is that you would like me to go in as a prostitute...work my way in and try and find out how he operates…all that kind of stuff?”

There was a silence between them as they looked at each other.

“Yes…yes that’s exactly what we want and need, may I add”

This was a big judgment call.

“Will I be expected to carry out the actual…you know the actual…” I couldn’t say the final part.

Likewise they were embarrassed as well. “Well yes…you will, it’s highly unlikely we’ll have the goods on him before you are expected to do what prostitutes do…but as I say it is entirely your call and we would all understand if you turned it down”

“What about other female staff, have you asked any of them yet?”

Again a moment or two’s silence. “No…no we haven’t…I don’t want you to take this the wrong way…but because you are so attractive, you best suit the purpose…not that you look like a prostitute…but I think men would take to you, rather than any of the others…we will ask them if it is necessary…but our first choice is you”

I looked around the room…they were awaiting an answer no more was needed to be said.

“How long have I got to give you an answer”

“We need it now agent Stubbs…sorry”

“We know this could have a profound effect upon you…we’ve seen it all before, especially those in undercover drug ops…hell I’ve got three guys right now in drug rehab…trying to kick the habit…so yeah we do know there could be some sort of reaction on this”

It wasn’t that I was inexperienced when it came to sex, just the opposite and hell I liked it…no I loved it…I just hoped it didn’t fuel my appetite for it…once I start fooling around with a guy…I find it hard to stop…always seem to finish up in his bed getting screwed. Take the time at the office party…a few glasses of wine, start kissing McBride…next thing is his hand is up my skirt…fingers in pussy and before I know it, he has my knickers off, he sits me on his desk, spreads my legs as far apart as I could get them, then he’s standing between them his trousers around his ankles and he’s fucking me like crazy. Then Stoddard and Russell walk in on us and next thing I know I’m fucking them as well…after that it got well and truly out of hand and the news spread fast throughout the office.

“Hey guys there’s a female agent available for fucking in McBride’s office”

Now the party moves into McBride’s office, guys all over the place. You know what office parties can be like, all boom…boom, ya…ya…silly paper hats…balloons…someone always keen to burst one or two…pop…pop…laughing shouting…kinda getting out of hand and one by one the guys are lining up for a free fuck…Treadwell, Dawes, Allsopp, Pickering, Johnson, Hallowell…then the wine was taking over and it kinda got a little bit blurry from there on in. I can’t be certain but I’m sure I saw faces that I didn’t recognize…where they came from I had no idea

I sure as hell don’t know how many times I got fucked that night…it all got a little fuzzy. It was Romandos who shook me awake in the early hours. I was still lying sprawled on my back on the desk top…legs hanging over the side, knickers around one ankle and skirt up around my waist…the debris of the nights activities strewn all around the office…most had gone by now.

“Come on agent Stubbs…I think you’ve had enough action for one night…let me get you home”

Next day at the office my head hurt and throbbed like hell…my pussy wasn’t feeling too good either…I felt like shit…probably looked like it as well.

There was the usual taunts, gibes, giggles, smirking faces and remarks from the guys…you know how guys react when all together…especially in an office with very few females.

“Hey Stubbs’y you were great last night any chance of a rematch” more laughs and smutty remarks, most of these guys if not all would have got to fuck me last night.

“Awe shut up Benson…I really don’t need it just now” I said

“You sure looked like you needed it last night honey…and we all delivered” more raucous laughter.

“Awe shut the fuck up all of you” I said, stuck out my tongue and gave them the finger. They were winding me up and I was taking the bate.

“Awwwwww…some ones in a bad mood this morning…I guess fucking doesn’t agree with you agent Stubbs”

I decided it was better to keep my mouth shut and not react to their taunts, they’d get sick eventually.

I’d earned a nickname agent slut.

It always annoyed me with men…let a guy fuck a few women and he’s the best…one of the boys…a real Jimmy Bond…007, let a woman screw a few guys and she’s the town slut…life just didn’t seem fair…a little out of kilt if you ask me.

I did wonder if the brass had got to hear about my antics and that’s why they picked me.

“Ok” I said “I’ll do it”

“Thanks agent Stubbs…we do appreciate this…we’re gona nail this bastard once and for all”

I was thankful that none of my fellow agents knew what my assignment was going to be, I could just imagine the reaction and comments.

Agent Stubbs has been resigned was all they knew…secrecy was of the essence.

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They didn’t have to tell me how dangerous an undercover operation could be and how it could all very well go wrong.

I was involved with an operation similar to this one I was about to embark upon. The agents name was Janine Hamilton, a very attractive long legged dark haired girl, with obvious Latin American blood in her genes from somewhere in the past. I could see why they had asked her to carry out the deception.

We had received news that the mob with Latin American connections… Mexican we thought. Most recorded conversation was Spanish. There was a house, where a number of young girls were being held prior to shipment to other parts of the globe. Places where their “Talents” were best exploited. We thought if we put in an undercover, we could follow her to the house where they were being held. We had our own contacts that would for a price, see that Janine would be picked up and taken to the house, where the girls were being held, then make the bust.

There should be no problems, we had her wired, we monitored her every move, if it became too dangerous we move in…. that was the theory but we were wrong. She was escorted to the seedy part of the city with ourselves following at a discreet distance… we could hear her loud and clear. The escort and her stood at the side of the road, then shortly a big blue van draws up. The side door opens, there’s a brief discussion between the driver and the guy escorting her…. money changes hands and Janine is quickly hustled into the van. Still no problem, we hear her loud and clear. There’s another guy with them beside the driver. They drive a couple of blocks; we follow, listening to the conversation. Then the van makes a dart to the right, down an alley and stops outside a double door. Four extra guys rush out and climb into the van. The door slams and the van accelerates away…we give pursuit. The conversation now has us alarmed.

Most if not all of the conversation was in Spanish and it had to be translated for me.

“Who are these guys” we hear Janine ask.

“Oh only friends of the family my love…nothing to be worried about…they ain’t here to harm you…. are you guys?”

There are sniggers and laughter….I don’t like this.

“Oh god no…not that” we hear from Janine.

“Aw…come on sweetheart be a little more friendly…. come on suck it for me” there’s more laughter.

“I…I don’t think I can…really”

“Of course you can…you’re gona be sucking a lot more cock where you’re going my love”

There was the sound of a scuffle. “No, no…please no” Then the sound changed, it was quite obvious she was giving him a blowjob.

More talking.

“What’s he saying” I ask.

I wait for my partner to answer…then he replies, “He’s telling her she has a good mouth, does a good job”

“We’ve got to pull her out of there Arnie…it’s not going too well
He tells me to wait, get them to lead us to the other girls…Janine would take care of herself.

“Oh god” we hear from the guy, and then Janine coughing and spluttering, we all look at each other in silence. Agent Johnson has a smile on his face. I want to punch him hard. If I were a guy I probably would have.

More talk, more chatter and laughter. Then Janine. “Get away…get you’re hands off me…no…no”

“What’s happening” I ask

“They’re pulling her pants off…they’re going to have her” one replies

“Oh god…we have to move in on them” I plead.

“No…not yet”

I hear shouting and laughing and then Janine “Oh god….oh my god”

More garbled Spanish. “What is it, what’s he saying” I ask.

“He’s asking her if this is how she likes it… that there is plenty more to come”

“We have to do something guys” I say to my fellow male agents They are all going to systematically fuck her.

The van starts to accelerate away. Have they made us? We still have contact. They ask her if she likes it doggie style. A shuffle and scuffle follow another stifled scream as one of the guys enters her from behind. They ask her if she prefers it this way or the other. I’m shouting to our driver to step on it, pull them over…we’re not going to find the other girls this way…not now, let’s get Janine out.

The chase is on in earnest now, sirens blaring as we speed to the aid of our fellow officer. There’s one last message, in Spanish. Translated “She is a very lovely woman…the guys are having a little fun with her right now, she’s good to fuck. I can assure you, you don’t have to worry about her, she has a big smile of satisfaction on her face, if she could tell you herself she would confirm it, you have given us a very good whore, we will make sure she works hard for us and makes us plenty of money, please thank the agency for us”

Then the line was broken and only static on the line. They had found the trace.

“Shit…shit…. shit…” like many other shakedowns and undercover jobs, this one went wrong. The traffic held us up, we lost sight of them and the most intensive search ever mounted failed to find the guys or Janine. I don’t know which was going to be the worst, her being dead or working in a brothel somewhere, anywhere in the world, there were so many places. So yes I knew things could go wrong, but Janine knew it and I knew it was part of the job, we just hoped it never happened to us.

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It was about now I met up with Brad Costello…my new partner. Somehow I had to find a way into the network and we followed a couple of the lower rank soldiers around, trying to find an answer…eventually we hit upon Danny Garloto…he made a regular call at a bar on Lambert St…not one of the mobs bars…it was an ideal place to start. If I could get in there and casually meet up with him…maybe…just maybe he would get me to work in one of their bars…working for Frankie Chiarelli…the Monster So all decked out in my best looking, sexiest come and get me, I’m yours for a price gear. I then stroll into Gerald’s Bar on Lambert St…only minutes before Danny was due to arrive…he had to approach me…not me him. This was the same set up we used against Chiarelli later…only that time it back fired.

Perched at the bar showing plenty of leg and tit and a bourbon in hand I awaited his arrival. Sure enough he comes into the bar, but instead of making a bee line toward me he joins a couple of friends. Shit, maybe this isn’t going to work. I stay where I am sipping at the bourbon, crossing and re-crossing my legs, making sure he can see plenty of thigh. I order another. I steal a glance in his direction and catch him looking at me, suddenly my heart starts to bounce a little faster. I steal another glance a minute or so later and again he’s looking at me…I keep my eyes on him a little while then smile at him. He excuses himself from his friends, smoothes back his hair and makes toward me. Oh god here we go…we’re on Jenny I tell myself.

“Hi…Danny Garloto…how ya do-in sweetheart” he sounded like someone from sopranos.

“I’m fine Danny…I’m Sharon...how are you?”

“Probably all the better seeing you here” He replied, his eyes appraising my legs, thighs and tits…but then that was the intention of my dressing like this.

“Can I buy you a drink” he asked

“Sure why not…a bourbon would be fine” I replied.

He took a cigarette from his pac, lit it and blew smoke toward the ceiling.

“So…how much do you charge?” he asked

“I beg your pardon…what do you mean”

“Oh come on honey…dressed the way you are…in a bar like this…you’ve got to be a hooker…I gotta tell ya…I ain’t no cop…how much do you charge?”

“Oh god look I’m new to all this…you’ll be my first client…I’ve never done this before...it’s just that I need the money…I kinda owe quite a bit”

“Hmmm, is that so…so how much you gona charge me?”

“Oh…er…how about $100…does that sound fair?” I replied.

“Oh shoot…yeah…yeah, more than fair…if you were working for us I’d have to pay another $300 for the privilege” he said.

“I think if your gona do this properly you need a manager, someone who can take care of you, make sure nobody tries to scam you”

“What you mean like a pimp?”

“Yeah…yeah something like that…you could come and work for us” he replied, as he continued to appraise my body. “You’d make a lot more money….I mean $100…you’re giving it away love” nodding toward my pussy.

As we talked his hand slid under my skirt and began to stroke the bare part of my thigh…the part where black stocking finished and flesh began…slowly moving up, his fingers searching for my pussy. A smile of excited anticipation on his face.

I put a hand on top of his searching fingers stopping further advancement “No free feelies Danny boy…money then fun”

He grinned “Yeah, ok…how about we go to a nice little motel, check in and I interview you for a job…all expenses paid?”

Well this was it…if I didn’t go. I wouldn’t get any further and would have failed to gain access to the mob…I’d volunteered for this assignment, we all knew it would come to this and it was time for action.

“Yeah…ok Danny boy, after you”

He flipped a twenty on the bar took my arm and escorted me out of the place.

As we walked toward his car I was already starting to feel like a hooker…hell I looked like one, short skirt, black stockings and an open blouse showing plenty of tit.

The sound of my high heels clacking on the pavement.

“Get in” he said, as the car door opened.

Once I was sitting next to him, he grabbed me, pulled me close and his lips were upon mine, forcing his tongue down my mouth, the taste of alcohol and tobacco. His hand was again up my skirt, this time I did not resist, I let him work up until he reached the elastic around my knickers, his fingers under the elastic searching for my pussy. I parted my legs a little and pushed forward on the seat, and then his fingers were inside me, working back and forth. My cunt was starting to open up for him and he can feel how wet it was becoming, the more he worked me the more I was succumbing to him. His face was buried in my neck, kissing and biting it a delightful shudder ran through my body…suddenly he was no longer a mob member but a guy I wanted to fuck…I looked over his shoulder, out at the road and buildings outside and moaned his name. “Oh Danny…oh god Danny”

Just then his cell phone rang. “Yeah speaking…when now…it’s kinda inconvenient at present Mr. Pasco…if you know hat I mean?”

“Yeah…yeah right away Mr. Pasco…I’ll be there soon as” as he closed up the phone.

“Shit…shit…shit” he said punching the steering wheel. “We’ll have do this another time sweetheart…got to go…but do one thing for me before you go?”

“Yeah sure…what is it?” I asked

“Gimme a blow job” he said, unzipping his fly and taking out his hard cock.

Oh god here we go. I thought as I reached for the hard shaft…it certainly felt good to touch. I reached over, opened my mouth and filled it with his hard manhood, my hand jerking him off as my mouth worked the shaft at the same time. His own motion as he pushed inward, fucking my mouth…keep your mouth there baby…keep your mouth there, his own hand taking over my hand as he started to pump the shaft himself at a furious pace. “I’m gona cum baby…I’m gona cum…don’t move…don’t move…I want to cum in your mouth…here it cums…here it cums”

I felt and tasted the acrid fluid as it surged into my mouth, like a burst water main…I coughed and gagged as I tried to retain as much as possible…then swirling it around, letting it mix with my own saliva…then swallowing it

“Whowa babe…you are great…just great…you’ve definitely gotta work for us…give me a call tomorrow, I’m sure I can get you a job” he said, handing me his business card. “Here…here’s $300 for your time…call it an advancement on wages…I’m gona have to go…grab a taxi or something”

I left the car; he slammed it into drive and with squealing tyres took off. I wiped the residue of cum from my mouth and went to look for a taxi. I hoped he wasn’t married or had a girl friend…the red lipstick on his dick was going to take a little explaining

I’d made contact and it was looking pretty good that I would get the job…I’d call him first thing tomorrow. I’d accomplished the first part of the op.

I rang Brad and confirmed it looked pretty good and I thought I was in.

“Oh great…great, what about you…you ok” he asked.

“Yeah…yeah just peachy”

“Did you…did you have to go all the way…you know?”

“No Brad I didn’t have to go all the way…but I guess I will eventually” I replied. I neglected to tell him about the blowjob.

“Yeah well good luck agent Stubbs” he replied and hung up.

Sleep wasn’t easy that night, I’d brushed my teeth a million times and drank umpteen bourbons, but I still couldn’t get the taste of Danny’s cum out of my mouth. It did worry me that I got so distracted once we started playing around. I wasn’t supposed to feel like that.

I phoned the number on Danny’s card. “Yeah Danny Garloto…who’s this?”

“It’s me Danny…Sharon…Sharon from last night, remember me?”

“Sharon…baby, of coarse I remember you, gives the best blow job in town…hey, you looking to take me up on that offer?”

“Yeah Danny, I think you could be right…I might be better off with a pimp…any chance of a job?”

“For you sweetheart…anything…just give me a little time to confer with the boss…but I don’t foresee any problems…we’ll have you all set up in no time…in the mean time if you need a little cash to tide you over…cover those debts of yours just sing out baby”

I had hoped to meet up with someone further up the food chain and I asked Danny if the boss man shouldn’t interview me.

“Nah honey…he’ll go on my recommendation…and I can tell you I’ll recommend you alright”

Oh well it was a start; I’d just have to play it by ear, see how it goes once inside the system.

Later that morning the call came. “Danny here sweetheart…all good news…you got the job…just need a few particulars and you can start right away…I’ll meet you at Drew’s coffee shop ten am, don’t be late…I don’t like to be kept waiting” and he hung up.

Another step up the ladder…but I had a long way to go. I had to get to the ones who actually made the decisions; I had to get higher than Danny.

I wasted no time in making my way to Drew’s coffee bar. It belonged to the mob…but surprise, surprise it was a legit business…one of the few.

I dressed pretty much as I had the night before, keeping up the pretext that I was keen to get the job and ready for it. Short skirt, blouse unbuttoned allowing him to see plenty of cleavage. I bought a latte and found a seat. Right on time he breezed in, surveyed the other customers and then joined me, telling the guy behind the counter to bring him a coffee, straight black.

“Well good news eh Sharon?”

“Yeah…yeah I was a little surprised it went so fast”

“Hey…I got pull Sharon…the boss leaves it all to me…if I say your ok…then your ok”

“Now lets get some details”

For the next ten minutes he explained why the contract. I was being employed as a cocktail waitress…it all had to look legit. I wouldn’t collect any money from the punters…I made no approach to the punters…or the punters to me. They just had to ask the barman for a Sharon special…he hands the guy a key to a room…the guy goes to the room and the barman (Eddie) instructs me to follow a few minutes later. What takes place between the guy and me has nothing to do with the bar. All the guy has done is order a drink called a Sharon special which he was prepared to pay $400 for…expensive drink eh?

I give him all my details, flat number; phone number and all other numbers, just like any employer/employee and signed on as staff.

“Just one word of advice sweetheart…don’t try to moonlight us…you know take a guy back to your place and do him at home…the boss don’t like that…nor do I…I’m the one who is recommending you for the job…don’t let me down”

“I won’t Danny…I won’t” I replied.

“I hope not…cause if you was a guy I’d cut ya balls off…but with you sweetheart I’d cut ya tits off and feed them to the fishes…you understand?” when saying this he had a vicious mean look about him, gone was the Mr. Nice Guy. I could see how women became entangled with pimps…oh sure all sugar and spice…tell you how good you are…how good it will be for you…a job you’ll enjoy doing. Then once they have you hooked…bam that’s it. If I wasn’t in on this as undercover, I knew there would be no way out for me. I’d just signed a life long contract with them. No there was nothing in the least romantic about being a prostitute…no matter what your pimp said.

For the first time I realized just what I’d let myself in for…I was well and truly in the lions den and I had no doubts he would cut my tits off as he delicately put it.

“One more thing sweet pea, now that you’re working for us its Mr. Garloto…not Danny…it’s only Danny when I fuck you…now let me welcome you…you’re a Chiarelli girl now…just keep your nose clean”

“I will Mr. Garloto…I will and thanks for getting me this job…I needed it…when do I start work”

“Tonight…right now I’ll shoot you round to Balboa’s, introduce you to the staff and girls, get you fixed up with a nice little waitress outfit, same as the other girls…start eight, finish…well finish, when the punters are all gone…you got plenty of time to get you’re beauty sleep during the day”.

I was introduced to Eddie, bar manager and six girls, these were the ones who’d drawn the early shift and would go until eight when I would be one of the eight who would work the evenings.

The outfit was what you would expect for a joint trying to entice a guy to hand over money in order to spend a little time with you. Low cut ruffle blouse, short red leather skirt, black stockings and matching hi-heal shoes…murder on your legs and feet over a long period…but hey it attracts the punters and that’s what it was all about and of course the obligatory black or black and red skimpy under wear and matching bra.

“Ok honey…back here at eight…don’t be late…tonight could be a busy night…isn’t that right Eddie?”

“Sure is boss…got three extra bar staff coming in tonight, to help us our…it’s always the same when we get these out of town conference groups come in…good for business”

Danny turned to me “Looks like you’re in luck Sharon…you’re gona be busy…. we’ll soon have all that debt paid off eh?” he said with a smile. He took $300 out of his wallet, handed it to me and said “A little on advance eh?”

I took it and with what I hoped was my most grateful smile thanked him

This was it, no dress rehearsal, no side stepping, if I was genuine about this assignment I had to carry on, just as the guys and women in drug enforcement had to take drugs to convince the perp that he or she was genuine…if I failed to turn up for work tonight, everything I’d done so far would have been for nothing and another female agent would have to take my place, start all over gain and it might also make the mob suspicious if I suddenly left and another agent stepped in…I said I’d do the job and I would.

I went back to my one bedroom flat, a flat we had rented as part of the set up. I rang my boss Captain Fitzroy…perhaps I was starting to get a little paranoid…I took a peek through the old lace curtains just to make sure I had not been followed…I was going to take no chances, maybe they were already on to me…I didn’t know.

“Hello…captain… it’s Stubbs here…looks like I’m in….I start tonight”

There was a pause, then “You sure you’re alright for this…you know what it means from here on in…I wish there was some other way of doing this but there’s not agent Stubbs…what you’re about to do is very important to us…we’re getting some good feed back from other areas…hopefully you’ll do just as well”

“I’m fine captain…I can do it…I won’t let you down”

“Thanks agent Stubbs…keep us informed…. and agent Stubbs (a pause) good luck”

“Thank you sir” and then he hung up. By this time tomorrow I would be a genuine hooker, a working girl, working for the mob.

I phoned Brad Costello my new partner and let him know it was all on, he would stake out the Balboa, not that anything would turn up, more or less just to cover my ass should things go wrong. He asked the same questions as the captain and wished me luck…he sounded a little disappointed that I was going through with all this…was it concern or perhaps a little jealousy…I don’t know, just as long as he looked out for me. These were nasty mean people we were dealing with.

I stood in front of the mirror, viewing the image before me. The image left little to imagination. I looked like a hooker screaming out come and get me I’m available…at a price. I turned my bum toward the mirror and bent over, my short skirt hid nothing, I’d gone out and purchased a stretch satin and ruffle lace bra with demi cups and neck strap along with a matching thong and back elastic strap. It was going to make the men very happy. I was displaying a lot of bare bottom. My projected image was confirmed when I asked the taxi driver to drop me off at the Balboa…he didn’t have to voice his thoughts. I knew by the look on his face what he was thinking and he kept looking at me in his mirror as we drove

“Looks like you’re gona be one busy little lady tonight honey…what with this convention and all” he said smiling as I paid him his fare.

“Yes it certainly looks like it” I replied, telling him to keep the change.

As I walked away, there was a pause then.

“Nice ass” he shouted…I guess he meant it as a compliment. I turned, paused and then smiled “Thanks” I replied.

“Ask for Mike, if you want a taxi home…I’m on all night” He said.

“I will and thanks again” I replied.

The place was humming, party mode had taken over, I could hear the hilarity from here as I approached the entrance, guys were out front, joking and laughing…I heard the smutty remarks as I passed, another female dressed similar to me came dashing from behind.

“God I thought I was going to be late…trying to catch a cab with this convention on is near impossible” she said, the looked questionably at me. “Hey your new aren’t you?”

“Yeah Sharon Spencer…just starting tonight…my first night” I replied

“Hi…Becky Daniels…welcome to hell palace Sharon…you picked a great time to start…you’re gona be real busy tonight…convention week…it always is…got any experience at this Sharon”

“No, none at all…my first time”

“Oh boy you’ll learn and learn fast”

It wasn’t the exact thing I wanted to hear as we pushed on inside. A scene of what seemed like pure chaos greeted us. The drink had been flowing early; most were half drunk or well on the way to being totally drunk. This was their week away from wives, lovers and family and they were out for a good time. The noise was deafening, voices raised each voice fighting to be heard, a joke being told, followed by raucous laughter. “As I said, welcome to hell Sharon…let’s go” I followed behind as we pushed and shoved our way to the bar. Bodies pressed against bodies. My bum had been slapped, felt and pinched many times before I’d got there.

Eddie had two trays of drinks standing on the bar. “For the table in the corner” he shouted at Becky. I could see other hostesses mixing with the crowd, laughing at and with the guys, male hands stroking their firm rounded buttocks…this was it…I was just about to start work.

Indicating the other tray he said “Over there…the table next to Becky’s” I scooped up the tray and made my way through the crowd, pushing through the torrent of groping hands…life at the agency was much easier than this. After half an hour my feet were starting to hurt as were my leg muscles and my bum was black and blue from the pinching and slapping…then the moment of truth.

Eddie pulled me to one side. “Room twenty one…you’ve gotta customer waiting” it was the words I least wanted to hear “Go on hurry up…you’ll be ok love…you’ll see”

“Room twenty one eh?” I repeated and turned to go “Sharon” I heard him shout “Here take these” he slid his hand across the bar face down. When he withdrew it, there were two condoms lying there for me.

“Better safe than sorry…I thought you may have forgotten”

I picked them up and headed for the stairs, the chatter and hilarity diminishing in volume as I ascended the stairs. 19…20…21. Oh god this is it. I took a deep breath, knocked and entered. There in the middle of the bed was my client, stark naked and stroking a large erection.

“Hey sweetness…I’ve been waiting for you…thought I’d get started” a huge grin on his face and hand on cock.

Strip for me…strip nice and slow, don’t stop until I see that lovely cunt of yours”

I started from top down…slowly…intentionally…button-by-button…shrugging out of blouse…holding it in my outstretched arm, releasing it, and letting it float to the floor.

My other hand was on my hip and I slew my ass from side to side provocatively. The hunger and lust starting to show in his eyes, demi cup bra cupping my breasts.

“Oh shit” now the bra, hands behind, unclasping bra and neck strap, again holding in outstretch hand, releasing and letting it drop to the floor. Again a little wriggle of the hips.

“Oh my god” his eyes firmly glued to my tits. His hand working his erection a little faster…I thought with a little luck he was going to cum and I’d not have to screw him…no such luck.

I posed a couple of erotic poses, then unzipped my skirt, wriggling hips and letting it fall around my ankles…if what he had seen so far had him going, now he was positively on fire.

“Oh god…oh shit…oh bloody hell” his hand working his shaft feverishly.

The g-string was the only thing between him and what he craved for most…pussy…any pussy, his most ardent desire right then was to feel one wrapped tightly around his erection…to be buried deep inside one…tonight it was going to be mine. The g-sting was little more than a small triangle of ruffled material with a small bow attached, just enough to hide my pussy from view. My fingers curled around the slender strap and slowly pulled down over my hips, down past my thighs, a hiss emanating from his tightly clenched teeth as the sight of my pussy came into view, just a smidgen of pubic hair shaped like a martini glass and then the slit leading and vanishing between my legs. His hand was pumping his shaft harder and faster than ever.

Now this is where my great striptease act all went wrong, I tangled in the g-string…I know seems impossible but I did, I lost my balance and fell head long onto the bed, my face landing only inches from his erection. I could see it quite clearly…a good specimen, he had nothing to be ashamed of. I could see every detail. It looked like the barrel of a gun pointing at me, the hole at the top, from whence his cum would gush from, the slit, the head/corona and the hard shaft with every nerve and vein visible and underneath his balls containing his sperm. The sight of it already had my pulse racing and I had to admit to a little wetness in my pussy.

“Whow sweetheart…you are in a hurry…if you are that keen to suck it…be my guest”

It was warm and pulsed as I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft, working it slow to start with, then increased the pace, with mouth open I devoured his erect manhood a soft moan emanating from him “Ohhhhh my god”. As my hand worked, mouth sucked, I felt his hand on the small of my back…moving down to my bum…softly and gently stroking it…fingers moving on down my crack…searching for my pussy…I move my legs apart allowing access…my body stiffens then trebles as his fingers find the target and are slipped inside…a joyous delightful feeling, making me suck and work his cock harder. The harder I suck, the more urgent his fingers work inside me…we are fueling each other’s desires as my pussy is now positively dripping with honey.

“Oh shit…oh shit…let’s get it on” he said, pushing me away. “Straddle me…. straddle me” as he lay on his back stretching full length.

I did as he requested, placing myself directly over his hard erection, taking it in my hand I guided it toward my now thoroughly wet pussy, when I felt the hard head pressing against it, I slid down on it, letting it impale me.

“Oh shit…. oh shit” he moaned…the feeling of warm wet and tight flesh gripping his hard penis.

I slowly moved my ass up and down his hard manhood, my blond hair falling around his face…his eyes closed as he wallowed in the euphoric feeling of being inside me. I likewise was starting to get with the play, the more I slid up and down his pole, the greater my own feeling and desire, fueling me on, wanting more and more, harder and harder, faster and faster…. both our passions rising to a crescendo… “Oh god…oh shit”, there was no stopping us now. He flung me over and without missing a beat, continued thrusting, our positions reversed. My legs in the air and over his shoulders, the sound of his thighs as they slapped against my ass. Perspiration now flowing from both of us. “Uh…. uh…uh…. uh” as he pushed and thrust time after time, until he could hold back not a second longer…torn between wanting to cum…wanting to feel that euphoric feeling as he released all that pent up frustration…and wanting to keep going…the feeling of release won the day and he just let go “Uuuuuuuug” once, twice, three times and then just collapsed on top of me…completely spent and completely satisfied. It was then that I realized I’d not used a condom, so eager was I to please the guy, I’d forgotten all about them and there they were lying on the floor along with my discarded clothes.

*******

I was glad when four am came round. It had been a hard nights work, in every sense. My feet ached, my leg and calf muscles ached, and there was no part of me that did not ache, there were bruise marks aplenty to bare testament to my nights work.

I rang Mike at the taxi’s to run me home. “Looks like you girls were busy tonight…always the same when a convention’s in town” He chatted away as we drove, I wasn’t taking any notice really, all I wanted was a soft bed and a heap of sleep, I only hoped he wasn’t expecting any free-bee’s when we arrived at my place. He wasn’t, again he wished me good morning this time and that he was always available when I needed a taxi and with that I hauled my tired ass up to my flat. I just stripped, threw my clothes anywhere and crawled between the sheets, naked and within minutes I was fast asleep.

The days soon became weeks, now it was difficult to distinguish me from any of the other hookers, I was learning the trade, walking the walk and talking the talk, with each passing day I became more and more a hooker. I lived and worked amongst them…they were a great bunch, getting friendly with them was easy, but this wasn’t what I needed to do. I had to get to another level, get to where the workings of the operation was and right now I had no real idea how to do that. I’d contacted my boss, told him we were getting no where, all I was managing to do was make the Chiarelli organization more and more money.

He agreed that it wasn’t going too well, but we’d or I had invested too much time into this op to pull out just now, all the other undercover ops were showing good results and maybe, just maybe I may not be required to continue for much longer.

“Just hang in there agent Stubbs…let’s see how it all goes”

The following day I was summoned to Garloto’s office. At first I thought my cover had been blown, but to my relief it had nothing to do with that…quite the reverse.

“I just been going over the performance figures Sharon….got to tell ya I’m pleased….very pleased with ya performance….but I think you can do better…honestly I really think you can”

God just how many did he think I should be doing in a night, the night of the convention I’d done eight guys…I thought that was good numbers in any anyone’s books.

“See here…come look at these” he said indicating I move around to his side of the desk.

I stood there looking down at the folder he had on me. “See you been doing on average between five and six guys a night…Debbie and Tania…. eight and nine guys a night…quite frankly I expect better of you Sharon…. you’re just as good if not better than these two girls…. if they can do it so can you…we gotta get your numbers up honey”

“I don’t know how Mr. Garloto…I’m doing my best”

“Nah…Eddie tells me you gotta mix more…be more friendly…get the guys all worked up…horny…make them want you…. you gotta nice ass Sharon, a real nice ass” placing his hand on the back of my leg, working up under my skirt and feeling my ass, squeezing it.

“We have a policy Sharon…you know about our policy?” he asked

“No…no I don’t”

“The one who comes last in the club drops to street patrol…and the top of street patrol moves into the club…keeps the girls at the top of their form…. no slackers, we ain’t got time for slackers…it’s an incentive if you like…now I really don’t want to see you strutting this lovely ass of yours on the street” his hand now firmly stroking and squeezing my bum. The thing was neither did I, street patrol would get me nowhere…I had to go upward not downward.

“I can help you out with your numbers honey he said as he stood up behind me.

“Bend over the desk honey”

I did as instructed, his hands slid under and up my skirt and taking hold of my knickers started pulling them down, around my thighs…the sound of his zip as he undid it, something warm, something hard…the same thing I’d given a blow job to some weeks before, my legs being spread apart.

“Ohhh…ahhhh…oh god Danny” I yelped as he entered me, before I could get my breath back, he was already thrusting back and forth. He had his arms around my waist as he thrust deep, again and again and again…he just kept going. I held onto the desk, his weight and thrusting forcing the breath out of me, my head resting on the desktop. My long blond hair covering my eyes. I could see pens and pencils, neatly collected together and a picture of his wife. All I could say was “Oh god Danny…oh god” waiting for him to finish.

Heavy breathes with each inward stroke. “Huh…huh…huh…huh…” and my own reaction “Oh…oh…. oh…oh” until finally he did finish, doing what he’d intended doing all those weeks before…filling my pussy full of cum.

His lecture or pep talk had worked wonders on me. I made a more concerted effort and my averages went up…until I was equal with the other two, even passing them on a couple of occasions…one thing I didn’t want or need was walking the streets…funny how a little incentive can make you work harder. Cracking the whip…isn’t it?

Then the brake we all wanted and had waited for. The guys at the top or at least one of them. The guy Pasco had organized a card game at the club/bar…back room…wanted a couple of hookers to wait on them…I was to be one of them…. lucky me.

It was a more quiet night, I and the other girls would be pushing hard to get our numbers for the evening.

The gamblers were gathered in the back room, when I say back room I make it sound like some seedy place, with table and chairs, boxes and clutter…well it was quite the reverse…well appointed, good furnishings, proper card table and matching chairs, a bar in the corner, stocked with just about every type of drink a person could want…and a barman, standing by to mix whatever you’re poison might be…I and the other girls would not have far to walk to retrieve the clients drinks.

There was casual and polite chatter…along with the odd crude joke and accompanying dirty laughter.

“Whoops perhaps we shouldn’t say that in front of the ladies” one said, perhaps with a certain sarcasm.

Pasco gave a dismissive wave of his arm. “Hey their not ladies…their hookers…they’ve heard it all before fellah’s…isn’t that right girls?” he said.

We all gave the obligatory nod, laugh and said yes…. all true, then the game got underway.

We moved from bar to client with drinks as the night progressed. Pasco was taking a bit of a beating and was loosing…which he did not like.

“Hey come here blondie…stand next to me…see if you can bring me some luck” he said indicating to me.

I did as he asked, he rubbed his hand up the back of my thigh, the squeezed my bum.

Well what can I say…his luck started to change and soon he had a smile on his face…. the first that night.

“You are lucky for me sweetheart” his hand again up my skirt, but going further, a G-string hid nothing and did nothing to stop his fingers slipping into my pussy.

“Oh honey…now that feels real good…you and I need to do things later…eh?”

“Whatever you wish for Mr. Pasco” I replied and bent to kiss him on the forehead. Over the past few weeks I’d started to become just like my colleagues…I’d leant how to flatter and pamper a guy…I needed to get close…. real close to this guy. What I could wean from him could make a big difference to our final outcome.

I was indeed lucky for him that night and his luck was my luck…he saw me as his lucky charm…for now, but all I wanted was enough time with him to retrieve information.

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“You’re lucky for me blondie…real lucky…. I’ve never made as much as I did to night” he said as we drove toward the motel he’d designated for our lovemaking. His hand slowly stroking my thigh as he drove. “What’s ya name?”

“Sharon…Sharon Spencer” I replied

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“Oh yeh…the girl Danny recommended…. tells me you give a great blow job…that right?”

“Oh I don’t know about that”

“You’re too modest…I’ll tell you how good you are after tonight…I’m kinda all hard now thinking about it”

We arrived at the Panavista Motel a place where he obviously brought all his hookers and girl friends for that naughty night out. The motel clerk recognized him immediately.

“Hi Mr. Pasco…usual room” he asked and at the same time handed him a key…room 21.

“Yeh Terry a lucky room with a lucky lady”

“I guess their all lucky ladies Mr. Pasco” he replied with a forlorn look on his face. He kept his eye on agent Stubbs ass as they passed. Yeah lucky ladies and lucky you, I wouldn’t mind fucking that ass he thought to himself, as he felt a stirring in his loins.

Panavista Motels weren’t a cheap sleazy run down motel, but it was pretty well known for a certain class and kind of visitor…like me for instance…where discretion was assured…for a price Terry knew how to keep his mouth shut.

“Here we are honey…suit 21” he said opening the door, making a sweeping gesture with hand and arm, ushering me inside. A suit it was and certainly set up for moments notice. I rather suspected that some one had rang ahead as there was a bottle of champagne all set up and two glasses.

Pasco kicked off his shoes, slung his jacket over the back of a chair, poured the Champagne, handed me a glass and reclined on the couch.

“Come sit next to me honey” he said indicated a spot next to him.

Kicking off my own shoes I joined him.

We sat like a couple of lovers, his arm around my shoulder. Hell what was wrong with this picture…a mobster with his arm around an agent…like nothing in the world was amiss. The Champagne seemed to help fire the fuels of passion, both for him and me…our glasses now empty were placed on coffee table…his arms around me holding me tight…. mouth on mouth, lips on lips…tongues fighting for supremacy, and our passions continued to rise. I was back on stage and had to make it look good, something I found easy to do.

I felt his hand slip under the hem of my skirt, his touch warm against my thigh as it lingered for a while, stroking the soft silky flesh, when his finger found it’s way under my panties and started to play with my pussy…he was gentle in his foreplay as he eased his finger inside me. I gripped his arm tight and murmured “Oh my god Mr. Pasco…oh…oh…oh” I lost all control…I moaned a deep moan and a sigh…letting my legs part…not wishing to impede his progress. My hand was on his hand…not to stop it but to help push hand and fingers further in. My other hand was searching for the zip on his trousers…I could feel the bulge and I wanted to feel that bulge inside me so bad…every part of my body shook and trembled with excitement. “Oh god yes Mr. Pasco…. please…. please…. please” I begged.

“You like that honey…do you want more…I can give you more if you want it…ya just gotta tell me”? he asked

I clung to him like a leach and whispered “Oh yes Mr. Pasco, more…please more”

He only laughed and replied. “Ha…no my little angel, that will never do…I want to hear you beg for it…like it’s the only thing you want…try again” his finger twisting and going deeper.

I arched my back and hips upward, wanting to feel his finger work me harder. I was wet and could hear the squelching sound my wet pussy made.

“Oh god please Mr. Pasco…please I beg you…I want it….I need it so bad…I want the real thing so bad…put it in me…now…please I beg you, please…please fuck me”

I couldn’t beg any more than what I was right now. My eyes were closed as I wallowed in the exotic and euphoric feeling I had.

I heard and sensed him unbuckle his belt, undo his fly and shuffle and push his trousers down around his knees. When he lay on top of me and I could feel the hard warm flesh against my stomach, I almost fainted. I felt weak and my body shook.

My panties were being pulled down; they were of no use where they were. I didn’t want to waste a second of time as I spread my legs for him, felt the hard bulbous head at my entrance, and then he was sliding inside me.

“Oh—my—god—Mr. Pasco” I murmured…long and drawn out. His ass was already pounding up and down between my legs. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.

“See honey ya just gotta beg a little and I give ya what ya want”

Twenty minutes of hard screwing, then he was cuming.

“Honey you are great…just great…not only a good fuck…but good looking and lucky for me, I gotta say you’re one of the best whores we have”

I took it as a compliment. I wasn’t sure whether a law enforcement agent should see it that way…it wasn’t all acting on my part.

The night wasn’t going to end there. The events that were about to take place I could never have envisaged. My whole life was or could change in the next twenty-four hours. Ronnie or Ron Pasco was going to be a part of that change. I never thought it could happen. I was supposed to be an agent trying to catch and put the bad guys away…but he wasn’t going to make it easy for me. Falling for the guy was never part of our plan.

“Come on honey…there’s a nice soft bed over there…. let’s make full use of it”

I let him undress me…piece by piece. I felt excited as he discarded each and every item, letting them fall to the floor. The only clothing left were the black stockings. I’d learn as time went on that this was a fetish, a prerequisite to all our lovemaking, he loved to feel the combination of flesh and nylon stocking

His eyes scanned over my body, first lingering on my breasts. His hand felt warm as he gently fondled them…my nipples hardening at their touch. A delightful tingle ran through my body. I wanted to throw myself at him…hold him, kiss him, feel those warm firm hands do more. He just smiled and his eyes moved on down, viewing the martini shape tuft of pubic hair, the slit of my pussy lips as it vanished between my legs…. another smile and his ever welcome warm hand as it slid between my thighs, fingers penetrating my warm, wet inner depths. My legs just seemed to have a mind of their own as they spread apart for him.

I bit my lip, closed my eyes and let another delightful feeling rip through my body.

“Oh god Mr. Pasco…. please…. please….” I moaned.

He scooped me up in his arms, strong arms. I couldn’t help myself; I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him fully and passionately on the lips. Then laying me gently on the bed he proceeded to undress himself.

He was obviously a man who took care of himself. For a man in his late forties…maybe in his fifties he had a well-sculptured body.

I watched with every increasing excitement and anticipation as he discarded each item.

I wanted to see him completely naked. He smiled, knowing what I was wanting and what I as thinking. He did not hurry, almost teasing me.

When he had discarded his undies, my eyes lit up. What I was seeing had been well worth the wait. It was semi hard…but growing…until he held a full erection in his hand.

“This what you want honey?” he asked taking a step toward the bed where I lay.

“Oh god Mr. Pasco…yes…. yes I do” I replied, reaching out so that I could touch it, feel it.

It felt good in my hand, warm, throbbing and so powerful. I’d already had it inside me, but feeling and seeing it like this brought a new excitement to me.

“Hey have a little suck on it baby”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, my mouth was upon it in a trice…. god it felt and tasted good. He pushed it in further trying to force it down my throat; I almost gagged at its size… but it was good to suck. He kept telling how good it felt…how good I was at sucking cock. The more he told me…the more I wanted to please him and I sucked harder.

Of course things weren’t going to end there. If I thought I was going to feel cum injected into my mouth, I was wrong.

“My turn” he said, laying me on my back and pushing my legs apart.

He stared longingly and lustfully at my wet pussy then said “Beautiful…. just so beautiful” his lips started to caress and kiss my thigh, just above the stocking, sending an exciting tingle of expectation through my body. He continued kissing, moving ever so closer to my eagerly awaiting wet slit, a slit that had already opened up like the petals on a flower, revealing soft, wet and warm pink flesh. I waited, my body shaking and trembling. I could feel his hot breath. Then his warm mouth and lips ran lightly over the lips and slit, kissing and little flicks of his tongue. I wanted to grab his head and pull it inward. I wanted him to eat it like he’d never eaten any other pussy before. He moved on, up my other thigh, gently kissing as he maneuvered around it. He knew what it was doing to me. I wanted it and I wanted it now, but depriving me of it only heightened my want and my need for him to eat me. He moved back to the slit, then like a cobra striking its prey. I felt the full force of his mouth as he began to feed frantically and frenziedly upon that warm wet flesh.

“Oh—my—god” I screamed…arching hips and bum upward. I wanted him to eat it and never stop eating it. I felt the first wave of the orgasm as it ripped through my body…right now this man had total control over me.

I was lost in total euphoria…wonderful feelings through me from time to time. The rest of the world and time were passing by. The world could have come to an end. I would not know or care as he slowly made his way around my body, his soft warm mouth giving special attention to breasts and nipples. I don’t even have any idea or at what stage he slipped inside me. When I opened my eyes I was looking into the eyes of this handsome guy, a guy who had a satisfied smile on his face. I moaned softly and returned the smile…also a smile of satisfaction.

His ass rose and fell gently between my legs. His hard erection slipped and slurped inside my wet and eager pussy and all the while he smiled and kissed me softly on the lips, my eyes and my neck. God no…I shouldn’t be feeling like this…but try as I may I could not help it…I loved what he was doing to me…I loved the feelings he stirred inside me. Every stroke and every inch of his cock continually sent wonderful vibrations throughout my body. I clung to him as if fearful that he may escape from me and deprive me of this wonderful feeling, another orgasm. “Oh god…. oh my god…Mr. Pasco…Mr. Pasco” I softly called out his name.

The hard shaft was going faster now, harder and penetrating deeper. There was an urgency in his breathing, more groans of pleasure. “Mmmm…. arrrrr…ohhhhhh”

The time was near, his climax was almost upon us…. and then the final deep hard thrust…he wanted to make the last one hard push inside me.

“Mmmmm…. ohhhhhh…. ahhhhhhh” he was cuming. Just as he had thrust hard. I pushed up on to the shaft. I wanted to feel him…feel the deep penetration, feel his cum pumping inside me. I wanted this feeling…this moment to last forever…but alas they never do. He fell limp, exhausted on top of me. I could still feel the hardness of his shaft as it pumped the final dregs. I continued to hold him tight, still afraid he’d escape from me as I softly called his name.

Tonight was our night…his and mine. I gave no thought as to the reason why I was here…that was another time another place as far as I was concerned.

We drank more Champagne and we made more love, again and again…like we were two young lovers…. continually changing positions…until the early hours of the morning, when exhaustion and sleep eventually overtook us.

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Terry the night clerk had been listening at the door. It was great when Mr. Pasco visited with one of his whores. He could hear every movement every shout, murmur and whisper. He could image the scene behind the closed door, his imagination giving him an erection. Then he would scamper off, find his latest girlie magazine, pick out the best picture, head for the toilet and masturbate, masturbate until he had cum all over the photo of the naked girl.

Whow, he’d heard a few before, but this was the best ever. His hand pumping the hard shaft as he viewed the naked image before him

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When I awoke I felt warm, secure. The hand stoking my pussy also made me feel good. I was feeling in a good mood….a very good mood. The actions of the night came flooding back and I was looking at the smiling face of Mr. Pasco. I smiled back, turned in toward him and cuddled up. His arms’ holding me tightly, securely, when we kissed it was a kiss full of passion and desire.

This time our sex was wild, the animal was in both of us…no gentleness about it, I didn’t want it any other way. I wanted him to go hard, deep and rough. My fingernails dug into his back, leaving a small trail of blood. Like a vampire his mouth bit into my neck, again and again, both of us leaving marks of our passion for one another.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I was one of the good guys, trying to catch one of the bad guys and here I was falling for one of the very guys I was supposed to put away.

I started to receive flowers and calls from him, making frequent stop offs at the Motel.

I had to report to my boss that things were on the move and that I was now in to the upper chambers. I didn’t like it, not one bit. I felt guilty on both sides…I felt I was betraying both parties and wanted out. That was never going to happen. My boss congratulated me and said to keep up the good work…then the next bombshell came.

“I want you as my permanent woman Sharon” he announced after one of our passionate sessions. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“No more whoring for you and no more fucking other guys right…. you’re my woman…exclusively my woman…right”

For a moment I was speechless…I thought it was some kind of joke.

“What’s wrong…you don’t like the idea, is that it?”

“Er, no…no…I love the idea and yes…yes I’d love to be you’re woman…but what about Danny, I thought….”

“You leave Danny to me, he does as I tell him and when I say you’re my woman…that’s it, he accepts it, OK”

“Yes…yes…that’s just fine” I said, launching myself at him and kissing him fully on the lips.

“Tell me…. why did you become a whore…somehow you just don’t seem the type?”

I stuck to my cover story “Well I finished up owing a guy quite a bit of money…he…he was starting to turn nasty and I decided the only way to make some quick cash was as a hooker. I went to a bar that night, met up with Danny…who was kind enough to offer me a job working for him…or as it turns out you…I guess now I have a lifetime contract?”

He laughed and said “Well yes…yes you do…we don’t like our girls just walking away when they feel like it…not good for discipline, they need to be coerced back into the fold once in a while…but you don’t have to worry, from now on your contract is with me sweetheart”

I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, at least I had the agency to fall back on for back up.

Suddenly my status was upgraded…no more working at the bar. The only man I had to keep satisfied was one Ron Pasco and no more Mr. Pasco…it was Ron. I was now the bosses’ woman. I moved into his luxury apartment with him. No more that cheerless one bedroom apartment of mine.

It was so easy to fall in love with the man. His love and affection for me was obvious and I in turn loved him back. I’d never felt so good with a guy in a long time. I was starting to loose my focus…loosing sight of what and why I was here for.

I was suddenly thrown into a different world, a world of luxury where money could buy you anything you wanted…almost. I was showered with presents. I escorted him wherever he went. I was getting used to his world and slowly loosing sight of the real world….a world I’d taken an oath to bring to justice, never had I loved a man as much as this man.

I made contact with my boss, told him I was resigning, that I could no longer continue…I wanted out.

He argued with me that I couldn’t leave, not just walk out on them. I think he knew the reason why.

I received a call a day or so later. It was Brad, my partner.

“We have to talk” he said “Meet me in the usual spot…one hour” and then he hung up.

We met and he did most of the talking. Reminded me why I had volunteered for the assignment in the first place.

“The most important reason is we need to nail Frankie Chiarelli…. He’s the top dog, he’s Pasco’s boss, he gives the orders and to get him we have to go through Pasco and don’t forget Chiarelli was responsible for your sisters death”

I tried to argue with him that it had nothing to do with Ron; he hadn’t been there at the time. I also tried to argue that if I could persuade Ron to give evidence against Chiarelli, they would grant him immunity against prosecution.

I knew I was grasping at straws and it would never work…it was never going to happen.

Brad managed to talk some sense into me, stopped me from walking away, persuaded me to hang in a bit longer, everything was coming together. A big shipment was coming soon; they needed to know where and when.

My heart was heavy, but Ron made all that go away that evening. The feel and smell of his body close to mine. The rhythm and motion as he lay on top of me…part of him inside me. The beautiful euphoria…. made all my misery fade away. Each passing day was making it harder for me to walk away…I was bonding with this man, a dangerous thing in my line of work. I wouldn’t be the first woman to do so.

He took me on another shopping expedition…this time a car…a Mercedes sport…with fresh smelling leather, but there was an even bigger surprise to come. We drove to a secluded beach area. I thought we were going to wander through the sand dunes…find a quiet spot and fuck our brains out…but no.

He took my hands in his, gently kissing them…then like some magician he produced a diamond ring and before I knew it, he’d slipped it on to my finger.

He looked at my shocked expression and said “There honey…how do you like that…consider us engaged”

I was speechless, I wanted this man so bad, I knew I loved him and wanted him…but had a million reasons why I could not marry him…another time, another place, under different circumstances…yes…oh god what do I do.

“Oh Ron…it’s…it’s beautiful so beautiful” I finally stammered. “Thank you my love…. thank you” and I reached over and kissed him with as much passion as I’d ever had before.

I was lost in the moment as I held my hand up, moving it around in the sunlight, watching it sparkle.

“God it is so beautiful” I repeated and again held him tight and kissed him. I was so excited.

“I don’t want a long engagement honey, we’ll start and plan our wedding pretty soon”

These words brought me back to earth somewhat…I had some serious thinking to do, some decision had to be made. This man had mesmerized me; he had some sort of power over me, a strange power I found hard to resist or brake away from. Undercover agents involved in drugs, invariably developed a drug problem themselves, it went with the job. This man was the equivalent for me.

“How long before we have our wedding sweetheart?” I asked, hardly daring to hear his answer.

“Oh I think maybe three or four months…certainly no longer…don’t you think?”

“Yes…yes that’s fine…the sooner the better” I replied, keeping enthusiasm in my voice.

He wasted no time in organizing the wedding; before I know it I’m being measured for my wedding dress, as were my bridesmaids, who would be made up of my former colleagues. Church, minister and catering it was all happening and it was happening all too fast.

I rang Brad for some friendly advice…told him the boss should pull me out now or it could go too far. If it did go as far as a wedding, I wouldn’t be returning to the agency.

He really didn’t know what to say, except that he would forward my concerns to the boss and that should I go ahead and marry him, he felt that Pasco would eventually tire of me and would find someone else, in which case I could find myself doing tricks again and this time there would be no agency to fall back on. Other than that just to hang in, there was still time.

I told him he was wrong about Ron and that he did love me and that he would never leave me… “Yeah right” he said

I really wasn’t encouraged by his lack of comment or ideas and then it got worse. I was starting to resign myself to being Mrs. Pasco…something that did rather appeal to me. It wouldn’t be all bad surely. It was when he asked how I felt about children?

“Great…I love kids” I replied

“Yeah me too…you’re gona give me some kids eh…at least a boy and a girl eh?”

“At least” I replied.

“We should start right now…why wait?” he said

“Oh no…oh no, not yet…I don’t think so…shouldn’t we wait until we’re married Ron?”

He looked at me and said “Don’t you trust me…you think I’ll give you a kid and do a bunk…change my mind about marrying you…is that it?”

“No…no…not at all….I”

“Then we shouldn’t have a problem…as of now no more birth control…right”

“No…I…I….”

Before I could answer he took off for the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, removed my foil wrapped birth control pill and started to pop then out one by one, flushing them down the toilet.

“There…. that should do it…how long, a couple of days or so to flush out of the system, then my seed should take, you and I are going to have beautiful kids honey…lots of beautiful kids”

Oh god, what now, I had to try and get my hands on more pills, otherwise I could see myself getting pregnant and then what?

I rang Brad…. but all I got was his answering machine. I left a message telling him I needed to talk with him…urgent. Then I rang the boss…I was frantic…I needed to talk to someone…same response, answering machine.

It got worse, if ever it could. Ron strode in, a smile on his face and declared.

“Come on honey get packed”

“Why…where are we going?”

“Brazil, sun and beaches, it’s a great time to visit…a few days to ourselves before we get married”

Oh god, I needed those pills, but of course that was never going to happen. I searched the medical cabinet and my draws to see if I had any spare lying around…. none. I even rang one of the girls to see if she could help out. Asked why and I said I’d ran out and just wanted a fill in period. No problem she said, they should match yours, would bring them round. (Not really recommended) The thing is she didn’t realize how urgent I needed them and Ron and I were on the plane to Brazil when she eventually turned up.

Brazil was hot and sunny. I should have been feeling really good about the whole thing, but getting pregnant weighed heavy on my mind.

The hotel was one of the best, with ranch sliders opening out on the sea. The beach and water looked so inviting.

Ron wasn’t wasting any time…. we had our first session that afternoon. I figured I’d be safe for the time being, but soon, very soon I was going to be vulnerable. If I was lucky it may take a while for my fertility to return, on the other hand it may already be too late…I’d already stopped.

Under other circumstances this was the best time and holiday I’d ever had. I can’t remember the last time I’d taken time out. Ron was right Brazil was great this time of year. It was all sun, sand, swimming and sunbathing along with the night clubs and bars…then back to the hotel where we screwed the night away…even the sex seemed better. With the ranch sliders wide open. I could get on all fours, facing out to the view, moonlight, stars and sea, then present my rear end for Ron, who would penetrate me from behind and we’d fuck with the best view in the world. The sound of the outside world mixed with the sound of our lovemaking. It just didn’t get any better.

It was over all too soon and we were winging our way back home. As we flew over the airport I could see the city below, cars, houses and people. I was in a pensive mood. I hadn’t confirmed it yet, but I knew I was pregnant…I was having Ron’s baby, once it was confirmed I’d tell Ron.

“You ok honey…you seem deep in thought…quiet like” he asked. He’d picked up on my mood.

I pushed my arm through his and hugged him tight, giving him a smile.

“Mmmm, yes my love, I was just remembering how great a time we had”

“Yeah it was great wasn’t it” said he taking my hand and squeezing it reassuring me all was well. “Our wedding next eh…you excited yet?”

“Yes…yes I am…can’t wait my love”

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Of course morning sickness and the doctor confirmed what I thought myself; I was pregnant. I had to phone the agency and tell them it was all off…I was going to have Ron Pasco’s child and the wedding was fast approaching. Brad still thought I was an idiot. His words “I never believed in that theory that all blonds are dumb…but I do now…I’ll nominate you as Chairperson of the board for dumb blonds…but hey Jenny good luck to you, I hope you make it”

When I’d hung up, I suddenly felt alone, cut off and I felt scared, I started to wonder if I’d made the right decision. My boss said he would not accept my resignation immediately…that he’d hold off for a while…did he know something I didn’t.

I had one big problem…birth certificate. I was at present Sharon Spencer…my birth certificate said Jenny Stubbs. My story to Ron was that I had assumed the name of Sharon Spencer because a guy had been after me and I’d gone to ground under that assumed name. It seemed to satisfy him…he never questioned it any further. Not long after it was only a day or so to the wedding. I’d had my wedding dress on several times and felt wonderful standing in front of the mirror, only brides to be would know that feeling. If we look great before our wedding day we all seem to look stunning on the day itself.

Ron and I had once again just finished a great session of hot sex when his cell phone rang.

“Yeh…yeh…ok…right” he replied to the other person. Then getting up I watched his beautiful naked ass as he strode into the other room, carefully closing the door. He’s never done that before. I took a chance and went and put my ear to the closed door…this was it…what the agency and what I had been sent in for. The time and place of one of the biggest drop offs ever.

“Yeh…ok and you say Chiarelli will be there as well…must be big for him to attend”

Yeh…ok tell me where, I’m on my way” a pause “Symonds Wharf, 6b at eleven…yes…yes I’ll be there” he replied

I scurried back to bed, grabbed a magazine and began flicking through the pages

“What was all that about?” I asked, when he returned

“Nothing honey…just a bit of urgent business…I gotta go out”

“Ahhhh no, not to night love” I said with my best pout.

“Sorry gotta go…I’ll be back as soon as, we’ll take up where we left off”

“Promise?” I asked

“Promise…. and take care of our kid” he said smiling, and then he was gone.

Now the dilemma…what to do? I had the information that was required…why had it not been sooner…it’s not fair…I’m getting married in a day or so. I can’t betray him. I felt like judos. Oh god…my conscience was in conflict…do I, or don’t I. I never really thought it would come to this…all I had to do was resign from the agency and the problem would go away…but that was not true. The other side wouldn’t let go

I picked up my cell…started to dial…then flipped the lid shut again. No…no I can’t I said to myself. The little voice said yes you can…you must. Tears were forming and running down my cheeks. Once again I dialed in the number…the phone started to ring at the other end…but again I hung up, but this time my number registered on Brads mobile…he rang me back…my heart pounded and thumped.

“Hi Brad…I have what you want to know” It was hard to stop my sobbing as I divulged the vital information. He thanked me, said I’d done the right thing, would make sure no harm came to Pasco and hung up. Now I flung myself on the bed and cried and sobbed…my body shaking.

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The agency came and took me away…for my own good and safety they said.

I tried to protest, said I needed to see him but it fell on deaf ears, they also said the raid had been successful a casualty or so, but that Ron was fine. He was in custody and helping with enquiries. If he co-operated he could receive a lighter sentence.

I was flown a few hundred miles NW…to where my parents lived. They gave me a desk job during my pregnancy. I got bigger and heavier and was soon waddling around, hoping the birth would soon be over. On the 23^rd August I gave birth to a baby girl…I was a mother. I wanted to get a message to Ron and tell him he was a father…he had a daughter…I knew he would have been so proud…again my request was denied…not during the pre trail procedures they said.

My pregnancy was regarded as collateral damage; just one of those things that happen to undercover agents “Agent Stubbs has performed her duties admirably” said my boss. They didn’t want any stories about Ron and myself to get out. After the birth, I was returned to active duty. Having my parents handy and the agency supplying me with a nanny made it easier for me to bring up my daughter.

The trial date was eventually set, but some bungling by the justice system saw Chiarelli get out on bail, from there it was easy for him to skip the country, hence my partner Brad and I had the dubious task of going after him and bringing him back. Another botched operation, Chiarelli out foxes us and here I am bound for a brothel in Iran…or similar country. I could see no way out of this one. The shoreline was too far to swim to and once in Iran, there would be no chance of escape. I and most of the others had resigned ourselves to the fact. We’d already prostituted ourselves to get out of the steel containers and live a more comfortable life whilst being transported.

So that is how it all started, meanwhile back on board ship.

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We’d had good weather so far, hot sunny days and hot sticky nights. We’d all been warned not to go down to the lower decks…to keep away from the crew. Those of us who had been selected by the officers that is.

The thing is, I wanted to see how the other girls were making out. I needed to try and sneak down there and find out for myself. In hindsight I realize this was a ridiculous move.

I at least had the full use of the first mates wife’s clothes. Fortunately she was the same size as myself. The picture of her on his desk showed a very attractive dark haired woman…she reminded me of a movie star.

I would like to have worn the jeans and a nice loose top, but the weather was not conducive to the wearing of jeans, I selected a nice light floral dress. It was always good to feel a breeze blowing up and between my legs. The thing was she seemed to favour a shorter hemline…but then with my long legs and figure I could get away with it.

I stepped out onto the deck. A warm breeze catching my body and tugging at my hair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the salt laden air. For all our problems it was good to be alive on such a beautiful day. Leaning against the rail I watched the water swirl by and thought about my child. What would she be doing right now…growing up? Tears filled my eyes at the thought I would never see her again. What would they tell her about her mother? I dried my eyes and concentrated on the task I was about to attempt.

I stealthily made my way toward the next deck down, a deck that would take me to the crew’s quarters. Stepping through the door into the alleyway, all seemed clear, only the sound of the air duct blowing what was warm air and the steady thud, thud of the engines. I turned right my heart was thumping in my chest. I felt sure someone would hear it…suddenly this didn’t seem such a good idea. I ventured further in, passing cabin door after cabin door. As I neared the corner a crewmember came around, stopped, looked at me, then smiled a big beaming smile. He looked like he could have been of Middle Eastern decent, or similar. He was tall and slim, a mop of unruly black hair, but his teeth seemed almost perfect…white, for all that I don’t think he was smiling because he was friendly…oh I think he wanted to be friendly alright…you know the type of friendly I mean.

His hand reached out and he beckoned me. “Come” he said, still smiling.

I didn’t know whether to turn and run or not. I just stood there looking at him. He kept his hand extended toward me and said again “Come…come with me…I will take care of you” smiling.

Time to go, I was about to turn and run, when from behind an arm encircled my waist and lifted me off my feet…then a hand clamped my mouth stopping me from crying out for help…not that any would be forthcoming down here. I kicked and struggled with my captor…the only thing was that in doing so it revealed bare thighs and panties. I saw the immediate effect it had on the first crewmember…his eyes lit up with lust and desire at the sight of them.

He indicated to his accomplice to follow him. I was carried kicking and trying to scream further into the crew’s accommodation. He flung open his cabin door and ushered his friend to take me inside. He released me and I turned on my abductors. The door had been slammed shut. I was surprised at the sight of the one who had carried me; he seemed little more than a boy, not quite as tall as his friend, but well built. The other one was still smiling, a smile I did not like, like a wolf with its prey, enjoying its capture. I liked it even less when he pulled the zip of his fly down thrust his hand inside and said

“Come…come let’s fuck, fuck”……………………………………

“Ohhhhh…shit”

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