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Published : 30 December 2022

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Undercover
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Prostitution, Voyeurism; Exhibitionism

I was working through my 'A-level' exams, I had no idea what I wanted to do in the next phase of my life, none of the jobs that I'd seen in my time at school excited me overly much. I had a flare for analysis, I could often see angles in data sets that other people missed.

I was at a loose end one day at school, I was in on a day when I had no examinations, I just needed to look through a reference book one more time before my next exam and the school library had a small exhibition installed by the local police force. I was listening in on conversations between the police recruitment officers and students that had made appointments to see them.

There was a lull in the students arriving for appointments, I stepped up and asked the police officers if they needed a cup of coffee while they waited for their next victim. They were only too happy to accept my offer and suddenly I had a task on my hands to find them coffee.

I went to the kitchen and spoke to the catering manager, I told her that there were four police officers in the library and asked if she had any coffee that I could take to them. I was really surprised that I didn't have to fight her or argue, I was given a tray, a jug of milk, bowl of sugar, a massive pot of coffee and six cups to take back to the library.

I shared a cup of coffee with the police and had a four man interview panel talking to me over a cup of coffee. I'd impressed them because I'd come up with the plan for coffee and then I'd executed that plan seamlessly. Their team leader told me that when I came around to my own 'A-level' exams, I should book in with them for a chat about joining the police. That caused me to smile, "How old do you think I am?"

"Well, I assumed that you were eleven years old...maybe twelve, we were told that there would be a few year six students around to help act as guides, help fetch and carry...aren't you one of them?"

Now my smile turned into a laugh, I could see their confusion, I was in the library when they arrived, just sitting quietly reading a book, they assumed that I was the student that had been sent to act as their guide. "I think that your year six student is probably sitting outside the technical drawing lab, I think that's where you guys were supposed to be today but there's a special needs student doing his Technical drawing exam today, so you were shuffled up here at the last minute."

"So, just how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen, I have just two exams left before I've finished year thirteen for good!"

We had a good long chat, I was given an appointment to go into the local police headquarters for an interview. I had been persuaded that the police could be a viable opportunity for me. The police even helped me to get my degree, a very different degree than I had ever thought that I'd take, guided by my police handler to make me more useful to them.

After my degree finished I was posted to Hull, every new police officer had to spend a minimum of two years in uniform, they called it pounding the beat but I didn't do much of that...I was actually at the minimum height required to become a police officer, even at twenty one years old, I could still pass for thirteen at a pinch so I didn't go pounding the beat very often, I spent morning shifts and afternoon shifts in the records department, putting my analytical skills to work, targeting villains for my colleagues to raid. The only time I actually went out on the streets was during the weeks that I worked on nights, the night shift was a very busy policing time, for some reason, crooks felt safe at night, they drove around in stolen cars, they drove drunk or under the influence of drugs, they committed burglaries, they got into fights. Eighty percent of all criminality happened after dark so it was all hands on the street on night shifts.

I was on my sixth week of nights when I met my future husband, John Clarke.

I'd been on shift for twelve hours, I got to my little flat at seven o'clock, had a meal, the time of day would suggest breakfast, my body thought it was dinner...anyway, I ate and went to bed. I slept like a log until eleven o'clock and then all hell broke out outside my bedroom window. I ran over, dragged the curtains open and looked out. It was a hot summer's day and in the back garden there was a young man in shorts and work boots, nothing else, and he was using a baby road drill to smash through the concrete path down the middle of our back garden.

Without really thinking, I yanked the window up and leaned out, I have no idea if he heard the window open or just caught movement in his peripheral vision but he saw me leaning out of the window and he gave me a wolf-whistle, then he shouted out, "Hi darling, bunking off school are you?"

I grabbed hold of the curtains and used them to cover my body but leaving my head sticking out of the window, "No, not bunking off school, I'm on nights this week, I've only been in bed about three hours...do you have to make all that noise at this time of the day?"

"The thing is...your building is shading this part of the garden and the concrete path is the hardest part of my job today and I wanted to get it cracked off before the sun rises any more. Anyway, I can't dig for shit until after my first cup of coffee, so I have to break through the concrete until someone arrives with my morning coffee...now if someone had been kind enough to offer me a coffee to drink, I might be able to move over to the lawn and dig the soft soil in that area first, leave breaking the concrete until later on this afternoon."

He raised his eyebrows at that point and grinned at me before squeezing the trigger on his rock breaker for a few seconds.

"Okay...okay, I'll make you a coffee, I'll be down at the back door in a minute!"

I turned away from the window, checked that there was enough water in the kettle before turning it on, I walked slowly across my little bed-sitter, I was wobbling a little, all I was wearing was my thinnest summer nighty with nothing under it. At my door I suggested to myself that I should pull my dress on over my head but instead, I opted for a thin dressing gown and fastened the belt at the waist as I ran down the stairs.

He was leaning his back against the wall next to the back door as I opened it, taking his muddy boots off.

I unlocked the back door and invited him in, he was slipping and sliding on the laminate flooring of the public area leading to the stairs up to my bed-sit so he took his socks off.

So all he was wearing now was his shorts and underpants, 'Well, At least I hope he's wearing underpants!'

I went into my bed-sit first and busied myself with making him a cup of coffee and myself a fruit tea. I had my back to him as he closed the door, "You going to a fancy dress party darling?"

I looked over my shoulder at him saw that he was touching my uniform hanging on the back of the door, I shook my head.

"Stripper....kiss-a-gram?"

I said, "No to both."

"Don't tell me that a pretty little thing like you is a copper!"

"'Afraid so."

He breathed "Shit!" under his breath.

We sat talking as we both drank our hot drinks, he was sitting in my comfortable chair and I was sitting on my bed. I was interested in what he was doing in the back garden of the house that I shared with four other people, it had been one house when it was built and the owner had converted it into four bed-sitting rooms, there was no shared kitchen or sitting room but there were two bathrooms between us, well, one family bathroom on the first floor and a much smaller shower room on the ground floor.

He was interested in me, if I had a boyfriend, what I liked to do, did I ever go to 'Spiders' night club on Cleveland Street on a Friday night.

I pointed out that I was likely to be there this Friday night but not inside the club...I'd be in the big blue van outside the club, locking the drunks up after midnight.

John was a 'Ground worker', it was his job to dig out a buildings footings ready for the concrete to be poured in for the building's foundations, he would also dig down to the sewers and water pipes, exposing them so that the professionals could work on them. I discovered that what there was of our back garden was going to become two more bed-sits on the end of our building, taking up almost all of what was left of the garden. John...or Johnny...or even Jonathon, his mum called him John, to his friends, he was Johnny but to his grandmother he was always Jonathon! Would be working under my bedroom window for the next three days, he would supervise the pouring of the concrete and making sure that the foundations were level and then he would hand over to the bricklayers for about a month before coming back to break two holes through the old exterior wall of the building, linking the new building to the old and right at the end of the building work, he would return to clean up the mess and lay a small patio in what was left of our old back garden.

I'd finished my cup of tea and he only had a single swallow left in his cup, he hid his smile behind his cup and then he said, "Pity you turned out to be a copper Vicky...sorry...Officer Porter!"

"Why's that?"

"I would have tried my hand if you hadn't been one!"

I smiled inwardly...it had been a very long time since a man had tried it on with me...the men that I attracted were usually over forty years of age and they had picked me because I looked like I could have been fourteen, so I was always worried that the men would turn out to be paedophiles, rather than boyfriends!

I followed John down to the back door and locked it behind him and then I went back to bed, I looked out of my window and spotted John close to the fence, he was using a spade to dig down into the grass, loading mud and clay into a wheelbarrow that he then pushed down the alleyway between the two houses. As soon as John was out of the garden, I closed my window and went back to bed to finish my sleep.

I didn't hear anything more from John until five o'clock when the drill started rattling again, I opened my curtains and there he was, standing in the full sun and being shaken about by the vibrations of the mini road drill.

I got dressed ready for work, all but my hat and then I went down to the back garden, John had dug a trench that was three feet deep and three feet wide, it was ten feet from the back wall of the house and then it turned by ninety degrees and ran all the way to the concrete path that he was now breaking through.

He was drenched in sweat and had a film of mud all over his body, "I was going to offer you another cup of coffee but you ain't coming into my bedsit in that state mate!"

He laughed at me, "If you had a towel to spare, I could take a quick shower in the shower room while you make the coffee darling!"

"You cheeky bugger...okay, I'll drop a towel down to you from my bed-sit and put the kettle on for coffee!"

I'd just finished making the coffee when my door opened and John walked in with my towel wrapped around his waist.

I handed him his coffee and he put it on the floor just in front of my comfortable chair, he grinned at me and then said, "What time are you on duty tonight darling?"

"Well, you know us, we're never really off duty but my shift starts tonight at eight o'clock, he checked his imitation Rolex diver's watch and then he grinned again, "I've always wanted to kiss a WPC...would I get Pepper sprayed or tasered if I tried to kiss you sexy?"

"I can't use my pepper spray or my taser without permission from my line supervisor."

He stood up and stepped into me, "Put your hat on...I want to do it properly!"

I popped my uniform hat on, laughingly called a 'Grade-A-WPC Bowler Hat' and as soon as I'd pulled the chinstrap into place under my chin, he kissed me.

The first part of our kiss was very simple, just a quick peck on my lips and then he leaned his head and shoulders back to look at me but Newton's laws of motion being what they are, as his head and shoulders leaned back, his hips and groin moved forward, pressing his cock against my stomach through the towel and my uniform.

He suddenly pulled his hips back, "Sorry about that, my body's misbehaving itself..."

I smiled at him again and then moved forwards to capture his lips again. His right hand stroked down over my left shoulder and his left hand reached down for my arse, he pulled my hips into his and rolled his hips so that his rapidly growing erection rubbed over my belly before he bent his knees and lowered down to the object of his cock's attention.

We kissed for five minutes before John pushed me on to my bed on my back, landing on top of me, his right hand that had been rubbing over my shoulder and upper back was now fondling my breasts through my white cotton shirt and bra and his left hand had moved from my bum to my upper thigh, pushing the bottom hem of my uniform skirt up, kissing my lips hungrily, he mumbled, "Please tell me that you're wearing stockings and suspender belt!"

I gasped, "Tights...sorry!"

I have no idea how or even which one of us did it but in just seconds, my tights and knickers were around my knees, the towel that I'd lent John was on the floor at the side of my bed and he was heaving his cock into position above my pussy, "Can I do you without a condom?"

I nodded my head, "I'm due on any day now so we're totally safe!"

I'd been busy kissing John, too busy to actually look at what I was about to receive but as soon as he'd lined it up with me, I got the impression that John was no small concern, I yelped in pain as the head of his monster breached my defensive wall a little too quickly. It took him a while to finally get all of his cock sheathed in my vagina and by the time that he was all the way in me, I was climaxing. We fucked for so much and for so long that I actually went on shift without having had my dinner...or breakfast... whatever the hell a meal at that time of the day within my shift pattern should be called.

I couldn't go on shift smelling of sex so, even though I was in a rush, I had to shower and change into a spare uniform before going into work.

I was in a marked car in the Kingswood area of Hull being driven by my shift sergeant on the lookout for driver infringements and stolen cars.

During the night shift we stopped ten cars, made three arrests for drugged driving, between all of that driving, chasing down cars and office work booking in the drugged drivers, our twelve hour shift was long over, I'd ended up working an hour's unofficial overtime...I could claim cash for the hour worked or, take that hour off work at a later time, I just had to make sure that the time was written into the shift book...well, rather the computer program called the shift book..

I walked home from the central police station, there was a ratty old van in front of my building and a skip full of mud in front of the house next door. It was nine o'clock so rather than walking in through the front door, I went down the alleyway to the back garden. John was just standing there with his phone against his left ear but he wasn't saying anything. I checked my watch, "Haven't you started work yet Mr Clarke?"

He jumped a little and then turned to look at me, "Fucking hell Vicky...sorry, Officer Porter, I thought that you were my boss. I couldn't start work yet...there wasn't anyone here to make me my morning coffee, I can't dig for shit until after I've had my coffee, you know that!"

I unlocked my back door and looked over my shoulder at him, "Well, I don't want to hold up the job, you'd better come up to my place for that cup of coffee!"

John's hands were on my arse as I climbed the stairs in front of him, the kettle didn't get turned on but I certainly did.

I was naked...we were both naked and fucking on my small bed within seconds of entering my bed-sit. I was almost folded in half, my knees pressing against my tits as John pounded his cock into me and suddenly I had a bottom sheet that needed washing as John fucking me so hard had started my period flowing with a vengeance!

John used the towel that he had used the day before to cover his lower body and he ran to the bathroom to wash his cock and belly before putting his shorts on again, I had made him a cup of coffee but not one for myself, he rolled back into my room, gave me a kiss and sipped at his coffee, "This is a little hot, is it okay if I take it with me and drink it after I get started?"

I nodded my head and then caught his elbow before he could leave my bedroom, "John, is that white Citroen Berlingo van out front yours?"

He looked defensive, "Not necessarily...why?"

"The front nearside tyre is bald and I'd hate to have to give it a ticket if it belongs to you!"

"I'll keep a look-out for its owner, give him a nod if I see him, if you know what I mean!"

I thanked John, took one last kiss off of him and let him go back to work, I made a banana sandwich, one large banana mushed down onto a slice of bread and then sprinkled with sugar. I stripped the sheets off of my bed and spread one out on the floor and dropped the other on top of it, I dug out all of my dirty knickers, bras and white uniform blouses and they all joined the sheets on the floor, then I gathered the whole lot up inside the one sheet, formed it into a hobo parcel and walked down to the ground floor, the room next to the ground floor bathroom there was a communal wash room, one washing machine and one tumble dryer.

I loaded the washing machine and stuck my magnetic number four on the front to tell everyone who's washing was in the machine and then I went back to my bedroom. I didn't wear a nighty, it was due to be even hotter today than it was yesterday, I would have been more comfortable sleeping nude but I had to wear knickers because my energetic fuck had started my blood flowing like a river and I needed knickers to hold my sanitary towel in place.

I slipped into bed and fell asleep straight away. I slept until four o'clock and then I dressed and went down to the laundry room, my washing was all in a basket, my load had finished and someone else needed the machine so they had emptied my washing for me. I felt the washing and it was totally dry, my neighbour had obviously swapped my washing into the dryer and removed it later for me. I thought, 'What a pity that she didn't fold and iron it all for me as well!'

I popped into the back garden and asked John if he'd like a coffee before I headed off to work again. He'd actually finished digging the trench that would be needed for the double height extension to our building and was actually digging a similar trench in the next door property, they were obviously extending both houses. I had no idea that there was any link between the two properties, mainly because the other house just had one elderly man living in the whole house while our house had been split into five.

John already had a coffee from the old man who lived next door, his kitchen door was wide open so I popped along to say hi to my neighbour for the first time ever. I asked him how come he was having his house extended as well when he lived all alone. George had lost his wife five years earlier and as he got older he was finding it more and more difficult to climb the stairs to his bedroom and the only bathroom in the house.

"I tried to get a stair-lift installed but they wanted nearly six grand...I didn't even have six hundred left in my bank account after paying for my Peggy's funeral. The guy who quoted me for the stair-lift put me in touch with the guy who owns your place, I sold him the whole house, he gave me the market value for the house and he converted the kitchen into a kitchen and bathroom, I moved my bed into the back sitting room so now I live in just the ground floor, I've got everything that I need and don't have to bother with the stairs anymore."

"Were you happy to have the extension built or did the new owner pressurise you into letting him build it?"

"Ruben isn't that kind of a man at all love, it is like when he bought the house off of me, he left it up to me to arrange for three independent valuations, he was offering to pay the average of the three prices, in the end, he paid the highest valuation of the three and he got his men to sort out the ground floor, putting the bathroom in at the back of the kitchen and the like!"

I smiled at that, it wouldn't be the first time an elderly house owner was scammed by a builder, "And what did he charge you for the renovation work his men did to your house?"

George shook his head, "Ruben really isn't like that, he sent me on holiday for three weeks, all expenses paid while the work was done, he turned my old through lounge into a living room and a bedroom but he did all the pipe work so that after I pass on, he can just pop two kitchenettes into the rooms and start renting them out as bed sits before I'm in my box in the ground. The kitchen units in the new kitchen are actually the ones that will fit in the front room after I'm gone and just leave the washing machine and tumble dryer in that room to be the laundry for the new bed-sits."

I was given a guided tour of what George called his new house...well, the ground floor at least. George had lost half of his original kitchen, the kitchen that was left was exactly the same as the kitchen in my room, a little two ring hob on top of the work surface, next to the sink and mounted in a cupboard under the hob was a combination oven, grill and microwave. There was a built in fridge-freezer at the other end of the unit...not a huge amount of cupboard space but like George said, "There's only me, I'm not going to be hosting a dinner party at my time of life."

His living room was a little sterile, white woodwork and magnolia walls. The area where the kitchenette would go in that room had a small boxed off area covering all the pipe-work waiting for a kitchen unit to be popped into place.

The bedroom was almost exactly the same, white painted woodwork but the walls were painted more mushroom than magnolia but the boxed off pipe-work was exactly in the same place as in his living room, I looked at the wall colour, "I think that my room is painted the same colour as this."

"Which room are you in then love?"

I took the last swallow from my coffee cup and then said, "Room four, first floor at the back!"

"Good thing I can't climb the stairs anymore or I'd be knocking on your bedroom door tonight!"

George had a definite twinkle in his eye as he said that, I smiled and took my cup back to George's kitchen and had a little look in his bathroom before leaving. Before the conversion, George had a bath with a shower over it but not only couldn't he climb the stairs, he hadn't been able to get into his bath for many years, he had been strip washing at the kitchen sink every day but now, he had a double walk-in shower with a plastic seat so that he could shower easily every day now. George had really been one of the lucky ones, he hadn't been ripped off by his new landlord and he was enjoying the last few years of his life in warmth and comfort.

I asked him what he was going to do with all of his money from selling the house, he smiled, "I've opened two bank accounts, one for my daughter and the other for my son, I haven't told them but if I can live for another three years, when I die, my solicitor will give them their bank books and the tax man won't get a penny of it."

I left George through his back door, gave John a kiss, he asked me what I was doing tonight and I had to say with all honesty that I didn't know...wouldn't know until I got to work but the last five Friday night shifts, I'd been assigned to the 'Big Blue Van', very much a misnomer, as it was a white van with a fluorescent orange stripe down both sides. The big blue van was basically a minibus that carried ten police officers into battle, Friday's and Saturday's our battleground was the late night pubs and night clubs of Hull City centre.

I was right, my sixth Friday of nightshifts saw me as part of the big blue van's cargo, waiting in a side street in the city centre on Lime Street, waiting for the drunkards leaving the pubs and night clubs.

When the shout came in for the start of a fight between Hull City FC fans and Grimsby Town FC fans on Cleveland Street, the big blue van was only two hundred yards away and we jumped into action. Just the sight of our police bus stopped the initial fight in its tracks but there was a crowd of around sixty people, all drunk and all very vocal, trying to egg the fighter's back into the game. I spotted John Clarke in a nice shirt, sand coloured Chino trousers and well polished boots. He was standing well away from the action but when he saw me he started cat-calling at me...well, the three women PCs on duty at the fight.

A more experienced WPC, Karan Edderington said, "There's always one...just ignore him girls, we're here to stop the serious twats, not the mouthy drunks on the sidelines.

There was nothing much doing so I asked the sergeant in charge if I could grab the man with the mouth and have a word with him away from his mates. The sergeant looked around and assessed the situation and he nodded his head so I waded into the crowd and yanked John out of the group.

I dragged John into the back of the van, he wanted a kiss and I scowled at him, "You trying to get me into trouble?"

He grinned, "No...I offered to wear a condom...didn't I?"

"Not then...now, here, in front of my boss!"

"No, I don't want to get you into trouble, and I didn't want my mates to think that I'm a grass but see the man at the entrance to Church Row over there, he's a hard man, a wanted criminal, it was him that started the fight and now he's just standing there waiting for you guys to get called to another game someplace else before he kicks it off all over again.!"

John told me the man's name, I called in to the office and asked them to send me a picture of the man from our records. I compared the picture on my phone with the face, half obscured by the building but it was definitely the wanted man, he had failed to attend court and was sentenced to five years in prison in absentia.

I changed to our local tactical channel and told my sergeant about the wanted man standing thirty yards away watching us, I looked over at John as I said to the sergeant over my radio, "I was in records last week and spotted this guy's name on a request to find a current address for him so that we could lift him and get him into prison where he belongs, as soon as possible."

The sergeant was marshalling his troops, two cars were brought in from the direction of Chapman Street to block that end of Cleveland Street. They were being positioned to block the guy's escape route off before we made our move on him. I for my part, dipped my hand into my handbag and brought out my offences pad, I filled in a section thirty-four public order form, banning John from the city centre for twenty-four hours but I used George's name and address rather than John's, "Tell your mates that you gave me a false name and address, I'm sure that they'll be impressed that you got yourself an ASBO on your Friday night out and pulled the wool over my eyes at the same time!"

John said, "I'm so fucking horney right now...I'd love to fuck you right here in the back of the police van...can I come around to your place in the morning before work?"

I nodded my head, "It'll be a bit messy again, I'm still on the rag!"

John grinned at me, "I don't mind a blood covered cock...I don't mind digging with it in the dirt either, a messy fuck is as much fun as a clean fuck and a dirty fuck is better than no fuck at all!"

Digging in the dirt confused me for a minute until I realised that he wasn't talking about screwing his trench, he was hinting at anal sex, I punched his shoulder and called him a dirty bugger...he complained of police brutality while he was in custody!

I saw the two cars arrive, they blocked off Cleveland Street just to the north of Church Row, two cars, side by side and the four police officers starting to walk south towards the man standing by Church Row while our shift sergeant and two of the other officers from the big blue van were walking north towards him as well while the rest of my crew were keeping the warring factions from the night club apart.

I kicked John out of the van and was about to rejoin my colleagues when I spotted that the man had taken the route of least resistance, he ran at the three officers rather than towards the four from the cars. But that put him running towards me on the other side of the big blue van from the main force outside the nightclub. I held my nerve and as he ran past the side of the van, I opened the door on him and he ran, full pelt into the door and dropped to the road...I dropped out of the front passenger seat on top of him, I accidentally landed with my right knee in his groin, a solid hit on his cock and balls. He'd been so hyped up as he tried to escape capture that he was actually turned on, his cock at full erection, running into the door had started his droop, my full weight landing on his balls killed his erection fully.

He'd hit the door so hard that he gave himself a concussion and sprained the doors hinge so that the door was difficult to close.

I ended up having to face an interview from the duty inspector because my actions had caused the wanted man to be hospitalised for the night but it wasn't a serious issue, he had broken my sergeant's nose in the scuffle as he escaped so the general consensus of opinion was that hitting the bloke with a two ton Ford Transit van was a proportionate action to ensure that he was arrested without further danger to the rest of us.

I was teased for the rest of the shift by my colleague for using the big blue van as an offensive weapon and for damaging the front passenger door so much that it whistled as we drove along...in my defence, I said that the only reason that the van's door was whistling was because it didn't know the words!

I hadn't mentioned to anyone that I'd dropped my knee into the prisoner's groin while he was senseless as I arrested him and he didn't seem to know but when I was signing off shift, I was asked if I had noticed anything happen that could have caused blood in the man's urine. I shook my head, "I didn't really see very much...I noticed that the sergeant was on the floor and I was just jumping out of the van to help him and that guy ran into the door as it was opening...I know that he hit the door with his head but I suppose that he could have hit it with another part of his body too!"

I left my shift at seven o'clock in the morning and walked home. I spotted the white Citroen Berlingo van parked outside my building again but today, the van had a paper sticker on the tread of the tyre showing that it had a brand new tyre on the front near side wheel, there was also a skip lorry picking up the skip full of earth and lifting it up onto the back on top of an empty skip that was already on the back of the lorry. Then the driver moved the chains from the full skip to the empty one and both skips were lowered onto the road, the full skip, still inside the empty one. The chains were then swapped back to the full skip and it was hoisted onto the back of the lorry again, leaving the empty skip in the exact spot on the road where the full skip had stood.

The driver climbed into his cab but before he could drive off, John jumped out of the driver's seat of the Berlingo and had a word with the driver who jumped out of his cab, up onto the back of the lorry and put his net cover over the top of the mud in the skip on the back of his lorry before driving off to tip the load somewhere.

I kissed John and asked him what he had said to the driver.

"I told him that you were a bitch and that you'd probably give him a ticket for an insecure load."

We went to my room, I put the kettle on to boil while John covered the bottom half of my bed with the towel that he had used the day before for his shower and as I made two cups of coffee, John undressed me, we got totally naked and as we fucked John was outlining all kinds of kinky things that he'd like to try with me in the future, he was monitoring my reaction to certain suggestions and the ones that caused the strongest reaction in my body caused him to grin as he filed that act in his memory banks for later.

On Monday, I started my week of evening shifts after a day off on Sunday so I woke early and went off to the doctors to sort out birth control now that I seemed to be having sex a little more regularly. I had a full examination, my internal was very messy as I was still on my period. I was offered the usual, "Condoms!"

"No thanks."

"The pill!"

"I'd never remember to take them every day at the right time, especially with my shift pattern."

"Quarterly ingection in your forearm?"

"I suppose that would be better than the other options but my shift patterns could cause me difficulties again though!"

"There is another option, the latest thing is a plastic tube inserted under the skin at the back of your shoulder blade, I've been given ten treatment options to try out on my patients, I can't do it here though, if you'd like to try the new drug, I'll have to send you to the Royal Infirmary to have the injection but it will last for five years before you need to have it topped up again."

"What are the drawbacks?"

"If you decide to start a family before the five years are up, the plastic tube has to be surgically removed but that's the only drawback noted so far."

So, on Tuesday morning I went into our local hospital to have a tiny incision made on my shoulder and a plastic tube full of chemical birth control inserted under the skin under a local anaesthetic and a prescription for painkillers for a few days while the tiny scar healed up.

I went home after having the implant fitted to find a cement lorry outside the house, John had two friends working with him, they each had a wheelbarrow and were taking it in turns to fill their barrows from the lorry and taking the concrete down the passageway to the back gardens to tip their loads into the trench. John asked me how long I had before my shift started, I only had an hour so while John's friends were dumping concrete into the trench, me and John went into the downstairs bathroom and he fucked me from behind while we were both fully dressed, he just lifted the back of my skirt and pulled my knickers to one side while I was bent over the toilet bowl.

"I'd like to do you like this in a pub or a night club with loads of people around but without them knowing what we're doing."

John and I had sex once or twice a week during the four months that the building work was going on at the back of my building, sometimes John was delivering supplies to the bricklayers, sometimes he was labouring for them, we had fun together when John came back to knock holes in the walls of both houses for the doorways from the old houses into the new building.

When John came back to clean up after the building work was over to clean up the mess and lay the little patio, he asked me to marry him.

I told him that there might be a problem, "...I'm only here in Hull for another year at most, after that, I'll be transferred to one of the big cities, Manchester, Liverpool, Bristol, Birmingham, Nottingham or Leicester...who knows, even London if I make a good enough impression around here so I'll have to move to whichever city they send me to!"

"That's okay, I can be a ground worker anywhere, there's always building work going on all over the country."

In the lead-up to our wedding we did a few kinky things that John wanted to try like, one day, we went out in his van to a pub in the country, I had two drinks, John stuck to cola and just before closing time, we went out into the car park and did it behind his van with the tailgate up to hide a little more of what we were doing, John wanted to go dirt diving but I turned him down, You're too fucking big to play in that hole mate, just make do with my pussy or mouth!"

It was a quickie fuck, back of my dress pulled right up to my shoulders, knickers down to my knees, his cock poking out of the fly hole of his jeans and poking into me from behind. We fucked until the pub kicked out, John left his climax to the last minute, just as we were about to get caught by a group of men leaving the pub, John dropped his load in my pussy and then he stepped away, allowing my dress to fall back into place covering my body and my knickers that were still around my knees.

The men leaving the pub must have known what me and John were doing behind his van in the car park but they didn't see anything and I doubt if they would have minded, even if they had seen anything!

Another night, John cleaned the back of his van out and put a picnic blanket on the floor to cover the muddy mess on the floor, John drove us to the service road under the north parapet of the Humber suspension bridge, he pulled me into the back of the van on the unlit road, this time he stripped me totally, didn't take him long, all I was wearing was a dress, bra and knickers. He just opened his trousers and got on top of me in the back of the van. He fucked me as several cars drove along the road, we were only lit up when cars drove past and John kept fucking me until a car actually stopped behind us. I was covered in seconds, I didn't bother with my bra or knickers, I just pulled my dress on over my head and John fastened his trousers. The car that had stopped behind us turned out to be the local beat bobby checking us out, thinking that our car had been dumped on the unlit country road.

John made an athletic dive, feet first, from the back of the van into the driving seat, he jumped out of his seat before the beat bobby had got close enough to see anything of what had been going on.

John met the police officer with a cheery wave, John lied, he told the beat bobby that we'd pulled over because the engine warning light had come on, so he had parked up to see if it would reset if he left the van to cool down for ten minutes with the ignition turned off. I pushed the front passenger seat forward and managed to slip out from the back of the van through the front passenger door, making it look to the beat bobby that I'd been sitting in the front of the van all the time. A second close shave but this time, if the copper had seen us fucking in the back of the van, he wouldn't have been okay with it, he would have reported us.

John was working away for a month before our wedding day so we hadn't seen each other for weeks...I was definitely sexually frustrated on our wedding day and I'm sure that John was as frustrated as me. So, we married, simple calibration, little registry office, four or five close friends at the wedding ceremony and a dozen at a lovely country hotel for a bit of a party after.

One of John's mates got so pissed at the party after our wedding that even the taxi drivers refused to take him home and he ended up sleeping on the floor of our hotel bedroom. I did try to get Paul a room of his own but the hotel was full.

We carried Paul up to our bedroom and dumped him unceremoniously on the rug on the right hand side of the bed, partly because that was John's side of the bed and partly because the bathroom was on the left hand side of the room. I went to my overnight bag and pulled out the two sexy nighties that I'd brought with me for the special occasion, I held one in each hand, lifted my left hand, "Red nighty...", I lowered my left hand and raised my right, "...or black?"

John grinned and said "Pink!"

"I only brought the black and the red nighties!"

"But I'd like to see you all in pink!"

I knew what John meant...since our first night together we'd always slept naked, I only wore a nighty when we didn't sleep together. I rose up slightly so that I could see the sleeping body of John's friend Paul on the floor, just a foot or so from John, "I can't sleep naked with Paul in the room, what if he wakes up?"

"The amount that he's drunk tonight, he'll probably sleep until lunchtime tomorrow!"

I already knew that John got really turned on fucking somewhere that we could get caught...or rather have someone stumble across us while we were fucking and I thought, 'Well, it is his wedding night as well as mine and if having Paul sleeping on the floor while we fuck turns John on more, what the hell...I'll benefit from that extra level of John's excitement too!'

So, I took a bravery pill but even that wasn't enough to help me to get undressed right there, in front of the sleeping Paul so I dodged into the bathroom, stripped naked and pulled the hotel's bathrobe around my naked body and ran back into the bedroom. I jumped into bed on the left hand side and covered myself with the blanket before I took the bathrobe off. I lay on my back and John rolled on top of me...there was no foreplay, I didn't need it, I was already turned on, just from the anticipation, from the month long enforced abstinence while John was working on a road bridge's foundations to carry the new A46 over a small river just outside of Newark, John was working a seven day week because the work was there and the money would come in handy for after our wedding.

John stabbed his hips down as hard as he could but there was no pain, he just slipped in, even though he felt bigger to me than he had ever felt before, possibly because he hadn't had a fuck in a whole month and he had been looking forwards to tonight for six months...if I were being honest with myself, I was more ready than I ought to have been and that was probably all down to Paul, sleeping on the floor at the side of our bed while I was naked and getting ready for sex.

Our sexual pattern was much the same most times that we fucked in a bed. John would usually start by climbing on top of me or pulling me on top of him so that we could fuck while we were face to face, kissing each other, because that was the way that I liked doing it and after twenty or thirty minutes, I would be picked up, turned away from him and put on my hands and knees so that he could fuck me from behind while he reached around my ribs and played with my tits as we fucked and that was when he would verbalise his fantasies...like telling me that he wanted to fuck me in front of an audience, watch me fucking another man, watch me fucking with another woman, fucking two men at the same time and his biggest turn on of all, fucking me up my bum, or digging in the dirt as he usually called it.

I didn't mind our usual sex pattern one little bit because John always controlled himself enough to take a second turn on top of me before he took his own climax after I'd reached my twentieth or thirtieth orgasm, John always held himself back because once he had climaxed, it took him two hours to get a second erection and after two hours of inactivity I would definitely have gone off the boil.

I was still on my back, John was still pounding away into me at a hundred thrusts a minute, occasionally knocking the wind out of my lungs, causing me to grunt and then something in the room changed, Paul's deep snoring of the unconscious man quietened down a little, relaxed a little, not so unconscious a sound, now, just a sleeping sound, and not a deep sleeping sound.

'Sounds like Paul is waking up!' Jumped into my head and as that thought resolved, I started a more powerful stage in my orgasm, taking John with me over the edge about the first time that John had climaxed before he'd taken me from behind.

In a way, I was disappointed. I'd gone without sex for a whole month and I was expecting the sex on our wedding night to be really special, I'd even kept John off the beer so that he could perform properly tonight and suddenly he was emptying his balls less than a third of the way through my expectations.

There was a grunt from my right hand side, Paul was turning over, rolling from his right hand side and over, onto his left, facing the bed now.

John pulled his lips off of mine, "Want to get on your hands and knees for me now darling?"

"Why...what do you mean? You've just cum, you won't get hard again for ages!"

"Does it feel like I'm getting soft?"

"No but...every other time!"

Paul gave me a Viagra as a part of our wedding present...I have no idea how long it will last but let's make the most of it while I have it!"

John lifted his body off of mine, I rolled to the right, I looked down at Paul, his eyes were still closed but his breathing was shallow and rapid, there was a twitch in the muscle of his eyelids, he could have been in REM sleep but it didn't sound deep enough for that. As I got on my hands and knees, I looked towards the window, the curtains were wide open and the moon seemed to be in perfect alignment with our room as well as ninety percent full, almost totally illuminating our bedroom, "Should I close the curtains John?"

"No, there's a lovely cooling breeze coming through the open window, the curtains will cut that off and anyway, someone might be able to see in from that bedroom across the courtyard."

I lowered my sights from the moon to the bedroom directly across from us on the other side of the hotel's courtyard...I knew that the room was occupied because I'd tried to rent a room for Paul, the lights in that room were out but because the moon was behind that room, I couldn't tell if their curtains were open or not.

John shuffled in behind me, he inserted his cock hard again, causing my cunt to make a farting sound because I was already full of his spunk.

John reached around my ribs, his chest pressing down onto my back, "Don't you wish that you could kiss while I'm fucking you like this Vicky darling?"

I gasped through the foothills of my next orgasm, he was using my tits to pull me back to meet him as he thrust into me, "You could always try kissing Paul!"

I opened my eyes, Paul was no longer lying on his left hand side, he was no longer asleep, he was sitting up, sitting on the rug, watching me getting fucked by John...doggy style! Paul had obviously been awake for a while because his shirt was half unbuttoned.

My orgasm jumped from an awakening five points on the orgasmatronic scale to a solid fifteen, just from seeing Paul watching us and all he could actually see from his position, sitting on the floor, was John's hands mauling my tits as he slammed his cock into me from behind.

Paul didn't bother unbuttoning the last three buttons of his shirt, he pulled it off over his head and he rolled forward onto his knees as he started pulling at the open end of his belt, he could see more now that he was a little higher, "You fucking Vicky up her arse John mate?"

John laughed, "No mate, I'm too big for Vicky to even let me try fucking her up her arse!"

Paul popped the button on his waistband and shuffled towards me on his knees, he unzipped his fly and then brushed my fringe away from my eyes as he pushed his trousers and underpants down to his knees, then he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. The first time that I'd been kissed while being fucked doggy style. I pulled back, trying to get my lips away from Paul's but John pushed me back...John knew that my resistance was only a token one because my level fifteen orgasm turned into a level twenty as me and Paul kissed.

Paul broke the kiss as he struggled to get out of his trousers and underpants. Because John was pushing me at Paul, but Paul had gone, I was almost pushed over the edge of the bed while Paul threw his clothes onto a chair in the corner of the room, when he turned back to face me, I spotted his cock for the first time, I had never worked out why John's friends had given him the nickname. 'Gran-C' while Paul's nickname was 'Laguito'...now, I had been told that Paul got his nickname during a holiday in Cuba when he got tipped into lake 'El Laguito' by his mates while they were out on a booze-fuelled holiday but as I compared Paul's cock with my mental picture of my new husband's cock that was busily drilling for oil at that very moment between my thighs, I realised that the nicknames were based on their cock size and shape in relation to cigars. A Gran-C or Gran Corona was a cigar that was just over nine inches long with a circumference of close to six inches and the Laguito was a cigar that was only four and a half inches long and two and a half inches in circumference.

After working out that John and his friend's cock codes were based on cigars, I really wanted to see Ray's cock, his nickname was 'Culebra' and from memory, the Culebra wasn't as long as a Gran-C but it was actually much fatter because it was made up of three cigars platted together making it a very funny shape even if it was only six and a half inches long, if it had a similar shape to that cigar it would feel special in my private place.

While I was distracted by thoughts of nicknames and cigars, Paul had moved off of his knees, he was now standing right in front of me, his small cock pointing straight at my mouth, now that he was standing up, John stopped playing with my tits, he pushed down on my back to lift his chest off of me and now, Paul could actually see John's cock going in and out of my cunt.

Paul moved a little to my side, his cock was pointing more at my ear now than at my mouth. He was getting in a better place to see John's cock slipping in and out of my pussy, "You have a lovely arse Vicky, I'll bet I could get my cock in you without you feeling hardly anything at all...it'd make a great wedding present for John, if I fuck you up your bum and leave my spunk in there, John could jump straight in after me, stretch you today with hardly any pain at all and you'd be able to please him that way whenever he wanted to!"

I was used to that kind of talk from John but not from anyone else and never in front of anyone else either so hearing Paul talking about fucking my arse was turning me on even more and far more than it really should have, driving my orgasmic spasms even higher than the highest point so far that night. John chuckled and I looked over my shoulder at him, brushing the tip of my nose against Paul's cockhead in the process.

Paul patted the back of my head with his right hand and then began gently combing his fingertips through the short hair on the back of my head. Because I was in uniform, I had to either have my hair cut in a short back and sides or keep it in a bun whenever I was in uniform and a bun at the back of my head reminded me too much of my grandmother.

John winked at me as Paul's left hand reached under my chest and started fondling my breasts as he stroked my head. John grinned down at me and then he winked his eye, I could tell from previous fucks that John was at his tipping point again, not from the force of his fucking but just from the taboo nature of how we were fucking...especially now that Paul was playing with my tits.

Part of me was angry...Paul had recovered from his intoxicated coma far too fast for it to have been real...

A part of me guessed that Paul and John could have cooked this all up as a way of tricking me into fulfilling one of John's biggest fantasies. I tried to give John a hard stare but when I saw the look of sheer pleasure on his face as he fucked me while watching his friend playing with my tits, I relented slightly, my heart melted a little and I turned my face towards Paul, the tip of my nose touching his cockhead again, Paul bent his knees slightly and applied a little light pressure to the back of my head, I leaned in and opened my mouth. I didn't have to strain my jaw like I had to with John and I didn't have to grip his cock shaft to stop him pushing in too deep like John always did, Paul's cock didn't even reach my uvula, even when his pubic hair was pressing into my upper lip hard and his balls were slapping against my chin.

John started gasping, he was about to tip over the edge for the second time that evening, triggered by me taking Paul's cock in my mouth and nothing else. Paul turned his head and looked at John, "Don't waste it mate...fresh spunk is better than Vaseline as a lubricant!"

Paul and John both pulled their cocks out of me at the same time, John took a hold of his cock and rubbed it twice in his fist, shooting great streams of spunk over my bum forming a little river of his cum trickling down from my coccyx towards my vagina along the crack of my arse. As John was doing that, Paul was pushing my head away from him and then he used both hands to grab me by my hips and pulled me off of the bed so that I was standing at the side of the bed in front of him.

John slid down onto his back, he pulled my head down and forced his still hard cock into my mouth, it was still making little spasms and trickling spunk into my mouth from his climax. I screamed my lungs out as Paul invaded my arsehole but the sound was totally lost in John's pubic hair and cock.

"Fucking hell Vicky, you have the tightest arse that I've ever felt in my life...I won't last very long at this rate!"

And Paul was right, five hard thrusts and he fell away from me...things were really fast after that, well, even faster. Paul put his right hand between my legs from behind and his left hand between my throat and my tits, he lifted me up and almost tossed me onto the bed at John's side, face down, I bounced once but John stopped a second bounce, he was on top of me, forcing a quart sized cock into my pint sized arsehole...Paul was ready for my reaction, one of the pillows off of the bed in my face as I screamed for the second time that evening.

John was fast to climax as well thankfully, at least my pain was over in a few seconds, John would usually fuck me in blocks of twenty to thirty minutes at a time.

He lay on my back for five minutes after his orgasm with his cock still trapped inside of my bum, my anal muscle had gone into spasm and had clamped down on his cock and because of the Viagra, John's cock didn't shrink after shooting up my bottom so we were still locked together until I calmed down a lot.

All three of us ran into the bathroom together, the lights turned on, I was sitting on the toilet trying to get two loads of spunk out of my bum and watching John and Paul standing next to each other at the sink washing their cocks in the same water. I thought that they were talking about football or something, just two guys talking at the bathroom sink while washing their cocks and shooting the breeze until I realised that they weren't reminiscing about old football matches that they had played together, they were talking about the women that they had shared over the years...not just women that they had both fucked at different times but women that they had shared in bed together at the same time, I got a snapshot, when they were in Cuba on a boy's holiday together with Ray, another one of John's builder friends, but Ray was a cut above John and Paul, Ray was a bricklayer while Paul and John were both on the bottom rung of the ladder, John a ground worker and Paul was a labourer, both unskilled but because of the nature of their work, they were both incredibly fit

Paul said, "Cuba, it was Wendy...she was a whore from The Dominican Republic...in Barbados, that was Carol, she was from The Dominican Republic too and wasn't Rebecca on Saint Martin from The Dominican Republic as well...why the hell didn't we just go to The Dominican Republic instead of all of those other islands...just to fuck Dominican girls?"

John dug Paul in his ribs with his elbow and gestured down to me with his head.

Paul laughed, "Come on John, I'm sure that Vicky was under no illusions what kind of man you were before she married you, she knew that you were a man of the world and anyway, most women appreciate all that experience, they'd hate to go to bed on their wedding night with a man who was a virgin!"

Paul was right, I knew that John's experience was very wide, not from stories that he told me about his past but from things that he liked to do and that he would like me to try with him...my own experience wasn't so wide, my first dalliance with a boy didn't happen until I was sixteen years old and I had to take a summer job to earn a little money even though I got a lot of funny looks just because I was so petite, at sixteen, I looked more like I was twelve. I was working in a department store in my home town of Scunthorpe, in the children's clothing section and Brian Finch, the manager of Gentlemen's Outfitters, set his sights on me. He managed his tea-breaks and meal breaks to coincide with mine and he spent every meal break for three weeks working on me, flirting with me, chatting me up...or was it buttering me up, joking with me.

On the Monday of my fourth week working at the department store, Brian came into my section just before lunchtime with a middle-aged man, he claimed that the man was one of his regular customers and that he had a twelve year old daughter that he thought that he would like to buy a new summer wardrobe for. Brian went to see my manager while I helped the man picked out a few different outfits in my size...or, rather his daughter's size, including a bikini and several sets of underwear.

I had an armful of clothes when Brian returned, "I've cleared it with Mrs Cooper, we can go to my fitting room for you to model those clothes for Mr Benson."

As we walked through the store towards Gentlemen's Outfitters on the floor above my department, Brian whispered in my ear, "Be nice to Mr Benson...convince him to buy at least two of those outfits and I'll give you a bunk up...a promotion to Associate Saleswoman and move you into my department!"

I was only sixteen and far from worldly wise, I had no idea that a 'Bunk up' could have a sexual meaning, I had assumed that it just meant 'Giving someone a hand up over an obstacle.'

Gentlemen's Outfitters wasn't like the woman's and children's clothing departments, in my department women called by at any time of the day but the Gentlemen's Outfitters was more of a bespoke thing, men would make appointments to call in, be measured by Brian or one of his senior sales assistants. When we reached the top floor, I realised that the whole floor was empty, Brian had given all of his staff the same lunch break today.

I went into the fitting room and got changed into a pretty party dress while Brian and Mr Benson waited on the other side of the curtain. I stepped out and did a twirl in front of Mr Benson, he stroked his hands over the outside of the dress, over the shoulder, down the back to my bottom and then across my stomach, "You were right Mr Finch, young Victoria here is the perfect match for my daughter!"

Brian said, "I knew that she would be perfect but you picked out far too many clothes, we only have the department to ourselves for another forty minutes, Victoria will never be able to change into every outfit and come out here to model them for us...I mean you!"

Mr Benson mused, "Oh, that's a pity, I would have really loved to see her in every outfit!"

Brian whispered in my ear, "If you let Mr Benson come into the changing room with you while you are changing, it would speed things up a lot!"

Now here was a measure of just how green I was back then, I couldn't see anything wrong with a man who had a twelve year old daughter watching me as I changed and the fact that Brian would be waiting outside the curtained off area, well, it just made it all seem more innocent to me, so I agreed that Mr Benson could come into the changing room with me.

I turned my back to Mr Benson and removed the dress, I was wearing knickers and a vest so nothing much was on show. I pulled the next dress on, it looked like a dress in three parts, it had a dark blue bodice, a three inch yellow midriff band and a red skirting section that reached down to my knees. Mr Benson looked a little disappointed, "Mr Finch, could you come in and look at this please!"

Brian stepped into the changing room, "I like the shape of the dress but it is a little too long and I'm not really happy about the yellow band around the midriff, could your seamstress take the band out and stitch the two halves back together again."

I was about to tell Mr Benson that the Ladies and children's department didn't offer an alteration service but Brian stepped in with, "Well, at a price...I'm sure that she'd love the challenge!"

Brian stepped in closer to me and he lifted the front of the dress up, exposing me to around half way up my vest, "Look, just two simple over-locked seams, my girl will be able to unpick the stitching and hand sew the dress back together..." he pinched the red and blue material together, "...will this be too short for your Rebecca though?"

Mr Benson laughed, "Well, not wearing white knickers like Victoria...I think I need to see the effect with black or red knickers on the girl!"

I looked at Brian, if I were in my own department, I would have pointed out that the store didn't allow customers to try knickers on because of the hygiene problems but he just smiled at me and he nodded his head, telling me to change into the new knickers.

I turned my back on the two men and pulled my own knickers down from under the knee length dress. I stepped out of the knickers and got a strange shiver running through my body, it was the first time that I'd ever felt the shiver of sexual excitement and it had been brought on by removing my knickers in front of two men, even though they couldn't actually see anything, just knowing that I wasn't wearing my knickers and there were two grown men, just inches away from me.

I was staring at the black knickers on the pile of clothes, Brian put his hand on my shoulder, I almost jumped out of my skin, my body was wound up like a coiled spring about to explode, "Perhaps Vicky is worried about our company policy of never letting women try knickers on in store...now that she has taken her white knickers off, perhaps the distraction won't be there anymore!"

I was turned to face Mr Benson and Brian pulled the front of the dress up again., "There, do you think Rebecca's boyfriend will like seeing her looking like that?"

Mr Benson chuckled, "Yes, especially if she wasn't wearing knickers at all under the dress like Vicky!"

I gasped a little, "Your twelve year old daughter has a boyfriend already and you know about him?"

Mr Benson laughed, "She's had boyfriends for the past two years, I introduced her to her current boyfriend...or rather, gentleman friend! He works in a bank, just a junior teller at the moment but he will progress up through the ranks to a point where he will be useful to me and if Rebecca's happy having sex with him for a few years, all the better!"

I realised that something was different now, the feeling was different, Brian had pulled the front of the dress up even higher and Mr Benson was now stroking the tips of his fingers through my pussy hair. I looked up at Brian's face, he was smiling at me warmly, he moved in behind me and he gripped the bottom hem of my vest along with the dress and said, "I'd better get this off to my seamstress, so that she can make the changes, right away.", as he pulled the dress and my vest off over my head at the same time, leaving me standing there in front of Mr Benson totally naked.

At twelve o'clock, I was a true virgin, even though I didn't really understand what virginity actually meant. At twenty minutes past twelve, I was no longer a technical virgin because Mr Benson had inserted his index finger inside my body and made me feel wonderful, deep down inside by sliding his finger in and out of my pussy rapidly until my legs gave way under me and I slipped down onto the carpeted floor of the changing room and at twelve thirty, Mr Benson took my actual virginity with his dick inside my body, right there on the changing room floor, causing a great deal of my blood to flow over his cock.

After just fifteen minutes, at twelve forty-five, I was left on my back on the floor of the changing room, Mr Benson was wiping my blood off of his flaccid cock as Brian walked in again, "Mr Finch, I'll take all of the clothes I've chosen, have them wrapped and delivered to my home along with my new suit when it's ready!"

I watched Mr Benson dip his hand in his wallet, I thought that he was about to pay for all of the clothes that I'd carried from the floor below but I was wrong, Alan Benson was an account customer, he handed me a ten pound note, it was a tip for good service, the fact that I'd let him fuck me didn't register on my consciousness until now, he wasn't tipping me, he was paying me for sex...he paid me the equivalent of a day's wage for just fifteen minutes of my time and told me to buy myself some sexy underwear or perfume.

I knew prostitutes existed and that the ratio of known prostitutes to head of population in Hull was the highest of any city in the north of England.

Hull had a population of one hundred and twenty-five thousand women and yet there were more than twenty thousand known whores on our records...and I knew the names and addresses of most of them because of the weeks I'd spent on day shift working in the records room, analysing crime patterns, the highest occurrence of class 'A' drug abuse was amongst the prostitute community and a large amount of shoplifting committed by men was to pay for the sexual services of prostitutes.

"Vicky, have you finished there?"

I looked up, John and Paul were standing there totally naked, both had erections straining away from their abdomens, John had told me that Paul had supplied him with an illicit Viagra, looking at the cock on Paul, he had taken one himself. I wiped my bottom and flushed the mess away before rejoining John and Paul in the bedroom, Paul was already on the left hand side of the bed, John was standing on the right, John helped me into the bed so that I was in the middle and then John slipped on the bed next to me on the right.

I had my back to Paul and as John and I kissed, Paul re-entered me from behind and John started fucking me from the front, I only got half of the cock length from each man but that didn't matter, I was comfortable and going through orgasm after orgasm from the attention of both men. In my delirium, I returned to the day that I lost my virginity, Mr Benson had left, it was just me and Brian in the men's changing room, I was still naked but no longer on the floor, Brian had pulled me up and was holding me in his arms, cuddling and kissing me. He had a wet rag in his hand and he was cleaning me between my legs, stroking all over my naked body for ten minutes and he broke the silence, "Vicky, we only have five more minutes left, would you like to help me with a little problem that I have here inside my trousers?"

Brian sat on the seat that men used when removing their trousers or putting them on, I was standing at his side when he opened the zipper on the fly of his trousers. I'd been fingered and I'd been fucked but I hadn't seen the cock that did it, now, I could see a real man's cock and it still wasn't an hour between total innocence to total debauchery. Brian pushed me onto my knees and he taught me how to masturbate him, I guessed that the pleasure that I was giving him with my fist was the same as the pleasure that I got from having a finger rubbing in and out of my cunt earlier, then there was a change, we only had a minute left and Brian pulled my head down into his lap and suddenly I had his cock in my mouth spitting out a mess of salty spunk into my mouth.

"Swallow it all down, I can't afford to leave a mess in here, my sales team will be returning any second now!"

So, even though I desperately wanted to spit the foul tasting mess out of my mouth, I ended up swallowing it all down.

Well, that was the first day of my sex life, Alan Benson was definitely a paedophile and I have a feeling that Brian Finch was a part of the same ring, I started having a sexual relationship with Brian, working for him in the men's department as well as having sex in the men's changing room once a week and occasionally, he would ask me to play dress-up for him, dressing in clothes that were meant for twelve year old girls, I would go to a cinema or a restaurant with Brian as he showed me off to all of his friends.

I even had more dates with Alan Benson, Brian would deliver me to a house or a hotel and Alan Benson would take over and have sex with me. When I finally got to see Alan's cock, it was quite long, quite thin and had a kink, just below the head of his cock.

When I was seventeen years old, I had a sudden growth spurt, I didn't grow taller or fatter, the only area the growth spurt hit me was my breasts, I grew from a thirty-two 'AAA' cup to a thirty-two 'D' cup and Brian and Alan lost interest in me. I probably had three other lovers after Alan and Brian before I met John and we settled down together.

The three of us fucked for the rest of the night, John's Viagra wore off at around four-thirty in the morning, Paul's wore off at five-thirty so I had an hour longer fucking Paul than my own husband but John watched every stroke of our sex until Paul's cock finally gave up and shrank away from my body.

We flew out to Greece at seven o'clock in the morning, leaving Paul in bed. John and I both slept throughout the four hour flight, recharging our batteries a little. We only had a week for our honeymoon, that was all we could afford as well as the time available before John had to start his next contract, a new build in Grimsby, at least John would be home every evening from Grimsby.

We checked into our hotel at one o'clock and went straight into lunch, John gave me a sheepish look, and said, "Did it bother you when Paul was talking about us using prostitutes last night?"

I laughed, "I've spent four weeks looking at the crimes associated with prostitution, I know that in Hull, there is one common prostitute to every ten men in the population, so I know how prevalent using whores is in our area!"

"Why do you call them common prostitutes...don't you count the high class prostitutes!"

"It's not that kind of common...Prostitution isn't a crime in the UK but if a woman gets caught offering sex for money, the conviction term is being a common prostitute and as soon as she has that conviction, any time she's spotted out on the street, she can be taken into custody, even if she hasn't approached a man."

"So, you don't mind that I've used prostitutes in the past then?"

"No, not in the least, I'd rather that you didn't use them in the future though, it could be embarrassing for me if I have to bail you out for procuring a woman for sex!"

It was over thirty degrees in Greece and we were there for seven days but neither of us came home with a suntan, we spent most of the time in our air-conditioned hotel room fucking.

I was on day shift after my honey moon, I walked into the station on my first day back to be congratulated by the duty inspector, I thought he was congratulating me on my recent wedding, I thanked him and told him that it was a great day and that caused a confused look on the inspector's face. Alarm bells sounded in my head, "What are you congratulating me for sir?"

"Your successful promotion to Detective Constable and your immediate transfer to the Met...and in only eighteen months, even fast tracking usually takes two years or more!"

"When will I move?"

"London are desperate for you to start as soon as possible but you have a case to look into here first...DS Preston thinks that your skills in the database might throw up similar cases to the one that he's working on at the moment!"

I went down into the records office in the basement of the building, the first thing I did was check the register for Detective Sergeant Preston, get his telephone number, email address and what department he worked in, while my computer was warming up.

I couldn't see the folder for the case that had been assigned to me so perhaps Detective Sergeant Preston still had it in his office, officers in the Child Protection unit usually kept their files close to their chest.

I was right, when I finally tracked the DS down, he had still got the folder with him, DS Preston wanted to talk to me in person to impress on me the importance of keeping the contents of that particular folder private and secure.

We had a brief discussion on the phone, "While I'm on my way down to the underworld, you could start out by searching for descriptions of elderly men with long thin penises with a kink to the left close to the glans...his name could be Alan something or Brian...both names have been mentioned, the girl who reported the man is fourteen years old and pregnant so she's a little bit up and down at the moment.

I started with a search for men in the Scunthorpe area with the name of Alan Benson before I'd finished the call to DS Preston. By the time he found my desk hidden at the back of the Criminal Records Department, I had Alan Benson's folder full of historical data as well as his more modern electronic records. I didn't plan on telling the detective just how I managed to find his suspect so quickly but I was starting to search for Brian Finch as well to see if he had a file on our records but Brian wasn't quite the predator that Alan was...Brian let Alan make the first move and then he picked up the scraps after, soothing the girl and getting her to trust him that way so he never seemed as bad as Alan to the children.

DS Preston was sitting on my desk reading the historical folder while I changed my search direction and entered the database of UK drivers, finding the photograph driving license held for Brian Finch...actually, there were several Brian Finch records but because I knew Brian, I knew which record was his so I now had his latest home address off of his drivers record.

DS Preston was swift, he had both Brian and Alan picked up within minutes of my telling him their details, the pregnant fourteen year old girl was still in the interview suite when Brian and Alan were arrested, Brian was taken into Grimsby Police station and Alan was taken into Scunthorpe police station.

There were two identity parades formed, one in Scunthorpe, where the local coppers found nine men that roughly matched Alan's physique and one in Grimsby where they found nine men who looked like Brian. The identity parade was made using a video camera, the fourteen year old pregnant girl watching them on a TV in our office in Hull.

It took the girl just two seconds to pick out Alan who was third in the line of ten men...she didn't give a clear identification of Brian though, she picked out Brian and another man, either of them could have been the man who sexually abused her.

The rest of my day was spent doing admin work, the first thing that I needed to do was show my marriage certificate to our administration officer to prove that I was married so that the change could be put on my record, at least my police ID badge was going to be replaced anyway after today, a new photograph without my uniform on and my designation changed from PC to DC.

John was knackered when he got home, the first day on a new site was always hard work, "How did the job go darling?"

"It won't last, they really need someone with qualifications on heavy plant, there's too much ground work for just me and a shovel this time...they just sent me a text message telling me to bring in my NVQ's tomorrow to prove I've done all of the training courses...so I'll be looking for a new job tomorrow!"

"You should look a little further afield for your new job tomorrow...I'm being transferred to London and it's an urgent thing, they want me down there as soon as possible."

The good thing about renting a furnished apartment was that all I had to pack was my clothes and a few pictures and I could be off.

In the morning I phoned Commander Gold, he laughed at me because I thought that his name was Gold but it wasn't his name, it was his position, he was Gold Commander, he was in overall control of the operation that I was needed for. I told him that I'd be on the next train from Hull to London and I asked him which police station I should report to and was surprised at his answer, "Not a police station, I'll meet you in room fifteen of Rhodes Hotel in Sussex Gardens...and don't identify yourself as a police officer, you'll give the hotel manager a heart attack. Your train will bring you into King's Cross Station, take the circle line to the west to Paddington Station, leave your bags, and anything that will identify you or where you've come from, in Paddington's left luggage office and take a black cab to the hotel...oh, how are you dressed by the way?"

I thought that he wanted to know how I was dressed so that he would recognise me when I got to the hotel, "I'm wearing flat shoes, charcoal grey slacks, white blouse and a black jacket...why?"

"Don't take this the wrong way Victoria but if you turn up to the Rhodes hotel dressed like that, you may as well hang a sign around your neck saying that you're the police...dress as if you're going to a party or a night club, you know, as if you're on the pull, the manager of the hotel will assume that you're a working girl and he won't bat an eyelid, just tell him that you're here for room fifteen and he'll show you which way to go."

I hung up the phone and considered the request, 'Was I going down to London to work for the Metropolitan Police's Vice Squad?'

So, I got changed into a short floral dress and looked at myself in the mirror, 'Do I look like a whore?' I shook my head, I'd seen photographs of thousands of whores in the records under Hull's central police station, staring back at me from the mirror was more, 'Primary School Teacher out for an after work drink on a Friday evening' than whore. I found a wide belt in my case and used it to pull the dress in tight around my stomach and then pulled two inches of the dress up under the belt to show off a little more of my legs.

I checked my reflection again and thought, 'If I were wearing stockings, the reinforced band at the top of the stockings would be on show!' 'Stockings!' reverberated in my head, I dug a little deeper in my case and found a pair of black RHT stockings and a suspender belt, I also spotted the thong that went with the suspender belt. I changed into my sexy underwear and slipped my feet into black shoes with a five inch high heel. I now looked like the 'A-typical' prostitute characterised in hundreds of films over the past century.

I pulled the bottom of the dress back down to its normal position, I'd just have to remember to hike it back up before I entered the hotel.

Well, the way that I was dressed certainly had the desired effect, I was propositioned several times on the two and a half hour long train ride from Hull to King's Cross...I was touched up on the underground between King's cross and Paddington and after dropping my bags off, I was hit on by a man as I waited for a taxi.

I reset my dress length while sitting in the back of the black cab so that as I approached the entrance to The Rhodes Hotel, I looked every inch the professional working girl. I marched confidently up to the reception desk, the man wearing a nice suit had a name badge over his left breast pocket that proclaimed that he was the manager of the hotel and that his name was David.

"Can I help you Madam?"

"I'm here for Room fifteen!"

David looked around, the foyer was totally empty, "Very good Madam, I'll show you the way!"

We walked over to the staircase, he stopped at the newel post and gestured up, "Room fifteen is up on the first floor Madam!"

He followed a few feet behind me, I took a deep breath, I knew that he was looking up under the back of my dress, I also knew that he would get a good old eye-full because I was wearing a thong. He caught me up at the top of the stairs with a wide grin on his face. It worried me a little...well, a lot actually, he took me right to the hotel room door, this could be awkward, if my new boss greeted me in the wrong way when he opened his hotel room door, all of his subterfuge would be ruined in a flash.

David knocked on the door, "Just a minute!", was called through the closed door.

David and I exchanged an awkward glance in the dead ground between being told to wait a minute and the door opening.

My boss was exactly as I had expected him to be from our telephone conversation, late forties to early fifties, slightly overweight, balding and with a moustache, his uniform wasn't how I'd imagined though, he was totally naked apart from his dressing gown which was wide open when he opened his bedroom door but rapidly closed when he saw that I wasn't alone in the corridor.

"Oh...sorry, erm...thank you David...did you need something?"

David said, "No sir, I just needed to be sure that you were expecting the lady and you were using the telephone when she arrived so I couldn't call ahead of her!"

"Thank you David, I am expecting the lady!"

He closed the door and put his finger to his lips, he had a small snake camera that he pushed through the keyhole in the door, I looked at the screen with him, David was standing just the other side of the door, his ear against the door.

"Michael told me that you charged two hundred for full sex with a condom...do you offer any extras?"

He wrote , 'Tell me that you don't usually do this and that you only agreed to do this for Michael because you couldn't make the rent this month!'

"Look sir, I never do this..never did this before, I couldn't pay my rent this month and my landlord told me that if I looked after a couple of his friends for him, he would cancel my outstanding rent!"

The screen of the snake camera showed David walking away from the bedroom towards the stairs.

"So, what do I call you sir?"

"Officially I'm Detective Chief Superintendant Chalmers, but for the duration of this job, I'm Peter and never call me sir again until this job is over!"

As he was telling me his name, Peter was opening the top of his laptop, he ran a wire from the hand held snake camera to one of the USB ports on the laptop. The image that had been on the small screen of the snake camera was now on the laptop and we moved away from the door to the window.

"Now...Victoria...is it?"

I nodded my head.

"Victoria Porter?"

I shook my head, "Was Porter...I married John Clarke the Saturday before last, got back from our Greek honeymoon on Sunday!"

"I'm sorry about the way that I'm dressed Victoria but I had to move fast when I saw David bringing you up to the room but if you take on this job, you'll see far worse...I can assure you of that"

"What do you mean, if I take this job si...Peter?"

"When I asked my friend up in Hull if he had an 'On the ball' probationary officer, I told them that I needed a single female officer for an undercover job but that you needed to be single, because of the work that needs to be done, now that you tell me that you're recently married, you have to decide if you can do the work or not!"

"I'm not sure what the job is si...erm...Peter."

"To be honest with you Victoria...I'm not really sure what the job is either, we've been on the trail of a local 'Mr Big', we know that he is up to something but in two years, we haven't got close to him..." Peter pointed at the back of a building across from the rear of the hotel, "...we believe that he operates out of that building, somewhere, somehow, from that building, we have suspicions that drugs are involved, we know...sorry, believe that he is running prostitutes, there have been whispers of supplying firearms but we can never get close to him to find out one way or the other."

There was a beep from the laptop, the picture of the passageway leading to the door had changed and the computer was warning us of that change, David was walking slowly from the stairs towards the room, the computer had put a red warning box around David that jumped with his every step.

Peter said, "Shit, take your dress off...quickly!"

Peter dropped his dressing gown on the floor and he pulled the flexible tube that linked the camera in the keyhole to the laptop. I was still wearing my underwear when Peter pushed me on the bed and covered my partly dressed body with his fully naked one, he started simulating sex with me, covering my body, hiding it from the keyhole. Peter grew an instant erection and as he was bouncing up and down on top of me, his erection became very naughty and started rubbing over my labia, trying to get past the thin string of my thong's gusset.

Peter nibbled on my neck and he whispered, I'm sorry about that, directly into my ear.

I pushed him off of me, rolled him so that he was on his side with his back was towards the door so that he was still covering most of my body from the door. I rolled and sank my mouth down to his cock, held his cock against my chin and simulated that I was sucking him. There was a creak of a floorboard outside the door, as I sucked Peter's cock, I unfastened my bra as discretely as I could so that I wasn't seen from the keyhole, the same with my knickers but I left my stockings and suspender belt on. I rolled off of the bed and walked over to the bathroom, totally naked.

I walked past the door from the passageway and stopped, I was just out of sight of the keyhole when I got onto my hands and knees, I pressed the camera to the gap under the door, David wasn't looking through the keyhole but he was still standing just outside the door.

I said in an overly loud voice as if from inside the bathroom, "No harm done Peter...just a faulty condom, I've managed to hook it out I don't think there was anything in it but I still need to wash myself out, just in case!"

I was standing there, totally naked, I looked at the laptop screen and then over to Peter, he was smiling at me, just standing there in the corner of the room, totally naked but not batting an eyelid while Peter lay on the bed looking at me.

"Can I have another go with a fresh condom?"

"I was told that you could have forty minutes or until you cum, whichever comes first...so I guess that you have another twenty minutes!"

David started walking away from the door again, this time, his mobile phone was pressed to his ear, he was talking to someone as he walked away from us.

Peter picked my dress up off of the floor and offered it to me, "You can put the dress back on but it would be better if you didn't put your underwear back on, just in case David comes back!"

I took my dress off of him, "I don't need to cover-up, you've seen everything I've got and it will just be easier if David comes back!"

We both stood there naked at the window again. "That block behind us was purchased through an offshore bank account that's untraceable, someone paid twenty-five million pounds for the ten houses and then paid the same again to renovate them, they turned ten, five bedroom houses into forty apartments...well, forty apartments and one Greek restaurant, down there, on the corner, I've been told that it's one of the best in the whole of London but whenever I go in there to try to get a table, it is always fully booked and I'm told to try next month."

"So, what's the plan?"

Peter looked towards the door, "I think that the ball might have already have been put into motion...oh, and on that score, here, you'd better slip these into your shoulder bag..." he handed me a box of ten condoms, the pack was still sealed in its cellophane wrapper, "...and this!" He handed me a fold of money.

I gave him a confused look, "The thing is, women who work in this hotel often complain that David taxes them."

"What, he takes their money off of them?"

"Not always, sometimes he takes ten percent of whatever they have in their handbags or...well, if he really likes the girl, he asks her for a freebie, no one has ever reported him for doing anything if they say no to either form of tax but if he doesn't get one or the other, he won't let the girl work in his hotel again."

I tore the cellophane off of the condom box, took two condoms out, it was Peter's turn to give me a strange look now as I opened one of the silver foil packages, unrolled the condom and handed it to Peter, "Don't forget, it's David's staff that will empty your bin in the morning...Now roll this on your dick."

Peter rolled the condom down his cock and I tore at it, ripping the fragile latex down one side, then I took it off of his cock and carefully wrapped it in a tissue before tossing it into the bin in his bathroom. I returned and ripped the second foil wrapper and handed him the condom again, "You have to wank yourself, this condom needs to have a deposit in it..."

He chuckled, "It has been a very long time since I wanked myself off Vicky!"

"...would you like me to do it for you si...Peter?"

He smiled at me, "Would you mind?"

I shook my head, "No skin off my nose!"

I squatted down in front of him, he was leaning against the window frame while I wrapped his cock in my fist and started pumping my hand along its length.

"Your shift commander told me that there was something special about you Vicky...I thought that it was just hot air but he was right, I never thought that David could check my bin to see if we really had sex."

I looked up at his face, he was grinning down at me, "What would your new husband say if he saw us here in a hotel room naked in the middle of the day?"

I chuckled, "Knowing John, he'd want me to wank him at the same time as wanking you, John's the kind of man who doesn't mind sharing his toys...even his new ones!"

I got Peter off with my hand, I let him play with my tits to help him get off a little faster. He more than filled the little teat in the end of the condom, I used the excess spunk to dampen some tissues, I folded the used condom in two dry tissues and threw it and the wet tissues into the bin together at the side of his bed.

"Very convincing Victoria!"

"And now I'd better get dressed unless you want to pay me for an extra twenty minutes!"

He laughed at that, "Keep whatever David doesn't take from you, use some of it to cover your taxi ride from Paddington, never ask a taxi driver for a VAT receipt, whores don't claim their VAT back from the taxman, the tube train ticket and your train ticket from Hull can both go in with your time sheet at the end of the month to get reimbursed."

I was given a front door key, "This is the front door key to your new flat, the owner of the building's records will show that you've been living there for three years and that you regularly fall behind with your rent for a month or two at a time, you have just been fired from The Tesco Superstore for bad timekeeping."

"What if someone checks up on me at Tesco, my back story will fall flat on its face!"

"Our IT guys have been tinkering in the background of Tesco's computer system, if anyone checks their records, they will find a Victoria Porter had worked there for a year in the warehouse and that there's a string of disciplinary notes on your record for late arrivals."

I laughed, "I've only been married for ten days and I'm already divorced!"

Peter laughed along with me, "This will help you to remember your address." Peter handed me an envelope, it was stamped and addressed to my new flat, inside the envelope there was a letter from Tesco, the letter was telling me that I had one year's worth of contributions into their pension scheme and that I needed to keep the letter so that when I came to retirement age, my pension fund administrator could draw down the funds, one fortieth of the estimated value of a full Tesco pension. I was also handed a bank card with my name on it, I was told not to try to use the card as it was overdrawn but a credit check on me would show that I'd held the card for three years.

I dressed as a whore, bottom hem of my dress just fractionally above the reinforced band at the top of my stockings and I left Peter's room.

David was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, he invited me to follow him to the bar to have a drink with him. He gave me a vodka and tonic and he sat opposite me at the table in his hotel's bar. David used his mobile phone, "Hi Athena, David here again...yes, forty two minutes, start to finish, the woman that I was telling you about is sitting here with me right now, I'm giving her a drink!"

David smiled at me, "One of my friends is very interested in you, she'd like to meet you, she won't be long...", and he wasn't wrong, I spotted a smartly dressed woman walking past the window of the bar just two minutes after David phoned her.

The woman walked up to my seat, she took her mobile phone out of her bag and snapped a very close up photograph of my face, she lifted my chin and rotated my head from left to right, "You're right David, she's definitely my husband's type, body and face of a teenager, massive firm tits!"

David made Athena a drink and she sat next to me, she picked up my handbag, I tried to snatch it back but she was very strong, she opened my bag, "David thinks that you aren't actually a sex worker, he thinks that you're just a woman in a little bit of trouble and looking after men to pay your rent!"

I nodded my head.

"How often have you pulled a trick...is it for your landlord...to cover your rent?"

I nodded my head again. It was really difficult for me to look nervous, my initial six months in Police training school taught me to look and act confident at all times and that training had been reinforced every day for the past eighteen months while I was working out my probation period.

Athena's phone rang, "Hi...have you checked every database..."

Athena checked my bag, she pulled my Tesco's letter out, "Check with Tesco, she may have been recently sacked for bad timekeeping...oh...try a credit check, she has a bank card, she may flash up as a poor credit risk!" Athena gave the person on the phone my name and address, I think that she called him Winston but couldn't be sure but it did make me think, how could they have checked through databases without having my name and address, the answer came to me in a flash, 'Facial Recognition Program!' I wondered if that was how they kept one step ahead of the police, somehow, their IT people had hacked into police records, they probably had the photograph on record for every police officer and they probably had access to copper's pictures from all over the country.

The phone rang again...Athena held a short conversation on her phone, definitely Winston, "Well, bad news Vicky, Tesco's won't even give you a reference, they did confirm that you worked in their warehouse but won't give you a reference, not even a bad one and you might find difficulty getting another credit card, you've ignored three red reminders to pay something off of your overdraught."

She took another sip from her drink and then she fixed me with a steely eye, "Are you looking for a little casual work?"

I looked thoughtful for a moment, "I'm not very good at maths...and you already know that I'm not good at getting up early in the mornings but I would like to get some kind of job, the benefits people say that because I've been sacked for gross misconduct, I can't get any state aid for six months!"

Athena laughed at me, "Being late for work isn't classed as gross misconduct Vicky!"

"I know that, but punching the smarmy bastard on the nose when he sacked me is!"

Athena grinned and nodded her head, "Well, so long as you don't try punching any of our staff or customers, you won't have much trouble in my restaurant!"

"You have a restaurant?"

"Well, my husband and his partners own the building but I'm the one named over the door...come with me now if you're interested, have a look around the place, see if you think you'd like to try working for me!"

I walked with Athena around the corner from the Rhodes Hotel, the Athena Restaurant was only one hundred yards away from the hotel. It was three PM and the restaurant was empty, well, empty of customers at least. A man almost jumped to the lectern just inside the front door with the sign, 'Please wait here for service!', I was introduced to Mark, the head waiter, he looked above his head, I looked up too, there were three separate video cameras pointing at the entrance of the restaurant above Mark's head, "It's okay Mark, Vicky has already been run through security!"

Mark asked me if I had a mobile phone, he had an RFID blocking envelope that my mobile phone was popped into to stop my phone receiving calls or making them, I was asked if I had a keyless ignition car because if I did, I'd need to pop that into the envelope as well.

We walked diagonally across the eating area towards a sign that pointed to the toilets along a passageway at the side of the restaurant's kitchen. Half way along the passage, Athena stopped, there was a click and a section of wall moved. Athena pushed the wall and it turned out that the wall was actually a secret door. Two inches away from the door were steps down into a cellar.

I resisted the temptation to mention that it was illegal to have a door like that that opened directly onto steep stairs in a building that was used by the general public.

I was told to go down first, the stairs went down ten steps and turned through one hundred and eighty degrees, in my mind I said, nine steps with medium treads so I must be around six feet under the restaurant already, most Edwardian Villas weren't built with very deep basements...well, not in the north of England at least, I turned the corner and there was another ten steps to another small landing and another one hundred and eighty degree turn.

About twelve feet underground, even grand houses, country seats and manor houses didn't have twelve foot deep basements and there was yet another ten steps down to a very solid looking door at the bottom of those stairs and all the way down, I could see that I was under the cover of several CCTV cameras.

The door opened and a young woman was standing there giving me a very strange look that soon settled down when she saw Athena following me through the door. The woman was dressed in what I would describe as a simple Roman tunic or a Greek Chiton, it was basically a ten foot long oblong of titanium white material with a square cut hole for the head to go through, the front and back of the outfit weren't sewn together, they were just left open, just the way that they would have been made two thousand years ago, the only difference between today and back in the first century was that the material was modern and lightweight, something between Indian Cotton and Cheese Cloth where it would have been thick linen or heavy wool and the original would have been made up of very wide material so that the wearer could form folds to keep the cold out and the woman's body in.

The outfit that the girl was wearing when she greeted me into the underground gentleman's club only just covered the woman's body at the hips and the front and back were held together with a golden silk cord tied in a knot over her right hip. The room was a little dark and it took a while to gather my senses, the door that we had entered through was set in the northern wall and the room was much bigger than the restaurant above. The restaurant had between fifty and sixty seats for diners to eat in comfort, the club below had six Chesterfield sofas set around low tables, the restaurant was empty of customers but the club below had ten men, all middle aged to elderly, they were drinking alcohol and smoking big fat cigars, 'There's an infringement right there mate...people weren't allowed to smoke, even in a private members club!'

"It's okay Dawn, I'll look after Victoria, check if any of the customers need anything darling!"

Athena got a smile from Dawn as she turned on her heels a little too quickly and I realised that the open oblong of micro thin material was all that Dawn was wearing and as she turned, I could see almost the whole of one side of her body. She walked to the middle of the room and stroked her fingers across the neck of an elderly man sitting on one of the large leather sofas, "Can I get you anything Mr Savage?"

The man put his newspaper down, "I think I'd like a little company please Dawn my dear..." Dawn helped the man up from the sofa and they walked towards a door set into the west wall, opposite the opulent bar that was set along the east wall of the room, I had been turned around a couple of times but I would guess that the door in the west wall was leading under the second or third houses that originally made up the terrace of houses before the modifications, I heard, "...are you sure that you don't want to earn a little extra money Dawn darling?"

Dawn said, "I'm sorry Mr Savage but my mother would literally kill me if she knew that I was working here as a hostess but if I took the next step, she would actually kill me, for sure! I'll try and get you some time with Kitty, I'm sure that you'll love Kitty, she's new here this week, jumped straight into keeping men company like she was born to it."

I was offered a drink but I'd already had one strong drink in the past hour, so I turned her down.

I could see several young women sitting with older men around the room, they were all dressed exactly like Dawn and some of the men were openly taking liberties with them but the women didn't seem to mind the men openly feeling them up, there was even a little kissing as well as the cuddling.

Athena gestured towards another door in the southern wall, a double door, rather than the single doors in the northern and eastern walls, "The girls working in this room are paid a straight ten pounds an hour by me, if the men drinking in here are happy with their service, they might get a couple of quid in tips!"

"And the girls who work on the other side of the door opposite the bar?"

"They get paid fifteen pounds an hour to keep men company in one of the private rooms, they can actually make more in tips than their salary if the men like them!"

"What would they have to do to earn tips though?"

"Well, that's strictly between the girl and her guest, men pay the club two hundred pounds an hour to use a meeting room...some men even use the room for business meetings, we had a minister of the crown in here one day working on a trade deal with a Saudi Prince, The UK sold him a typhoon jet for a shipload of oil! The management can't take any part in the negotiations between our customers and their guests."

The doors were opened, the room was full of gaming tables, there was a roulette table, a blackjack table, a baccarat table, a craps table and several poker tables, even a backgammon table. The croupiers were all young women and they were all dressed like Dawn.

Athena smiled at me, "The girls working in this room get twenty pounds an hour but you couldn't work in this room, you have to be very good at maths as well as very fast mentally!"

There was a gesture to the east, another door in the wall to the east, we walked through that door and there was a passageway that looked to be two or three hundred feet long with doors set into the walls on both sides, the first door on the left was open, a plaque on the door proclaimed that the room was the Security office. Athena opened the door wider, "This is Winston and Earl, they are our main security officers." There was a buzz and I saw a picture of a man standing at the entrance to the restaurant on three different screens, Winston was telling Mark to hold on a minute and then I spotted the facial recognition program running through thousands of pictures, more than half of the pictures were of men wearing police uniforms.

The man standing in the restaurant was having his face checked against the police databases from all over the UK, we used the same program and I knew that it could run twenty thousand comparison pictures a minute. After several minutes, there was a ping and 'No Match' flashing on the comparison screen.

Winston used his walky-talky to tell Mark that it was okay to give the man a table, "Get his name so that we can search his picture quicker the next time. Winston took a screen shot of the man's picture from the CCTV screen and popped it into the restaurant's customer database.

I stepped into the room to have a better look around at all the electronic equipment in the security office when an alarm sounded. Both security men looked at me, Athena gave me a confused look, "Is your credit card a contactless one?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I really had no idea, I hadn't even seen that credit card before an hour ago. Athena asked me for my card, it didn't have the little contactless symbol to show that the card could be used as a tap and go but as Athena moved the card closer to the radio frequency detector, the alarm pitch increased. The credit card was slipped into a little RFID blocking pouch and the alarm stopped but just to make sure, Winston moved my handbag closer to the sensor to check that there wasn't any other form of radio transmitter in my bag.

I was now close to the southernmost wall and if my internal GPS was working, I was at the closest point between room fifteen of the Rhodes Hotel and the underground gentlemen's club at that point. I'd spent eighteen months working in Police communications rooms as well as computer centres but we had nothing as advanced as the equipment hidden under a building in central London. In the police, we had to obey the law, we would need a court order to look into private databases, like the credit referencing agencies but one of the computer screens that I could see with my details on it seemed to be a direct feed from the big four credit agencies, Equifax, Experion, Transunion and Crediva. All four companies gave me very poor credit scores.

Athena took me from the security office to the next door on the left, that door was labelled, 'General Office'.

There was a man who looked about twice as old as Athena, he was sitting behind an ornate oak desk, Athena introduced him as Christos Athanasiou, her husband. He jumped to his feet and walked around his desk, he offered me his hand to shake, "David was right...you're definitely my type Victoria, I do hope that my wife has convinced you to try working for us for a while."

I was a little out on a limb, I'd only had forty minutes with Peter because any longer would have caused suspicion on David's part and the feeling that I got from talking to Peter was that he didn't believe that I would be any more successful than any of the other officers that he had sent in to do battle with his criminal king pin. Peter didn't even know Christos and Athena's names after two years of working on their case and in just a few hours, I was inside their empire being offered a job but I hadn't been told to get inside and wasn't sure if I should accept a job with them before talking to Peter first.

"I'm not sure...the ten pounds an hour plus tips sounds okay for the greeting job, depending on the number of hours I'd be able to work in a week!"

Christos smiled at me, "Vicky darling, you would be wasted as a greeter but just from looking at you in that dress, I can tell you that you would get more tips in an average day than any of the other greeters, our members won't be able to keep their hands off of you!"

It made me think, "Is that encouraged then?"

Christos stepped back a pace, it seemed that my question had taken him by surprise. "As a greeter, it is up to you, if you like a member and he makes what might be described as an inappropriate move and you are happy with that, then we are also happy, if you object and tell him to stop, then we'll back you up and make sure that it doesn't happen again...I have to be honest with you though, if you don't keep the members happy, they won't tip you and you might not be able to manage on just the ten pounds an hour!"

Athena jumped in at that point, "We don't encourage nor discourage friendships between staff and members."

I thought for a moment, "What about the women who you call escorts...like Kitty?"

Christos said, "We expect no more from staff like Kitty than our Greeters, our escorts are paid to fetch and carry for the guests, laugh at their bad jokes, listen to their problems with a sympathetic ear, anything more than that is between the woman and the member. We provide a meeting room for business men at two hundred pounds an hour, very reasonable price for a meeting room, on the edge of Hyde Park, we have no interest in what happens in the meeting room."

I was taken across the passage to one of the meeting rooms, the door was opened, the room was ten feet square with a small en-suite bathroom along the left hand wall. Just inside the door, on the right, was a table with four chairs around it and apart from the table the room was empty but suspiciously so because the table and chairs were by the door and the rest of the room was totally empty. Christos said, "If you hit it off with our member and become friends with him...or them! Then you press this latch..." the wall opposite the door had what looked like a very narrow book case with a shelf above, Christos lifted a latch and the bookshelf folded down, away from the wall, it was a bed that was built into the wall. "...the club isn't interested how you spend your time with your friend in here, all we ask is that you follow 'Health and Safety guidelines, things like use of 'Personal Protective Equipment', gloves if appropriate, we provide latex gloves here..." Christos pointed to a hidden cupboard that was revealed when the bed folded down, next to the box of latex gloves was a bulk box of condoms.

I asked, "Is this one escort's...erm...office?"

Athena fielded that question, "We use the principal of 'Hot desking', first come, first served. If an escort doesn't have a room to take her friend to, they usually have a meal or a drink and a chat in the lounge, so it's never a problem, and that's because the escorts are totally free to run their own business their own way."

Christos stepped in with, "What do you think Vicky, will you be starting work with us tomorrow?"

I gave him a sweet smile, "I think that I'd like to give it a try!"

Christos looked a little pissed off at that answer so I embellished a little more, "The thing is...I've only done what I did in The Rhodes Hotel earlier...well, three times in the last six months so I'm not sure if I can make a career out of the business...but I'm willing to give it a go, give my best effort!"

That statement caused Christos to smile again and then he nodded his head and said, "Would you like to try on your uniform?"

I nodded my head.

Athena took me across to the third door on the left hand side of the corridor, this is the locker room but there are no actual locks on the lockers. Athena wrote my name on a small card that she slipped into a holder on the front of one of the metal lockers, she opened the door and there was a tunic hanging there inside, "Don't pull that face Victoria, the tunic is clean, Marian makes sure that every locker has a clean tunic every day, at the end of your shift, just drop your dirty tunic in the hamper over there in the corner and it will go through the wash."

"Who is Marian?"

"She's my big sister, she manages the private rooms...I'll take you to meet her before you try your uniform on."

Athena guided me along the passage, away from the casino area, on the right hand side of the corridor I counted twenty doors to private rooms, there were five more on the left after the locker room, we turned to the right at the end of the corridor, twenty five feet of blank walls...well, I say blank, the walls on each side of that short passage had oil paintings, copies of nude paintings by the great masters of the renaissance.

We made another turn to the right, I could see the door out into the lounge and there was a desk right at the side of that door with a middle-aged woman sitting at a computer terminal, there was no mistaking her family resemblance to Athena though. There were two lines of rooms, one on each side of the corridor, so, fifty rooms in total.

I was introduced to Marian, Athena told me that Marian managed the private rooms, Marian corrected her, "Chambre séparée dear sister, not private room!"

A man was escorted through the door from the lounge by Dawn, she presented the man to Marian, Mr Smart has a meeting room booked with Pauline as his escort Marian!"

"Pauline is waiting for Mr Smart in room ten Dawn, if you'd like to show him the way!"

I followed Dawn and the man along the corridor, Dawn knocked on the door to room ten and opened it, "Pauline...I have Mr Smart for you!"

I caught a glimpse inside room ten, the bed was down and Pauline was waiting for her 'Guest' in the nude, sitting on the bed reading a magazine. She jumped to her feet and rushed across the room to Greet Mr Smart, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on his lips as Dawn closed the door, she flipped a green 'Vacant' sign above the door handle over to become a red, 'Engaged' sign and she stepped away.

Dawn smiled at me and offered me her hand, "Hi, I'm Dawn, I'm a greeter, are you going to work here?"

"Hi Dawn, my name is Vicky and I'm going to start tomorrow, see if I can handle the work."

"Will you be working as a greeter too?"

I nodded my head towards the now closed door to room number ten, if I were in any doubt as to what happened in the Chambre séparées, the noises coming through the closed door left me in little doubt, Pauline was a very vocal lover and she was going for gold in a big way, "No, I'm going to try my hand at...erm...escort work!"

Dawn blushed a little, she mumbled, almost under her breath, "I wish I had the courage, I could earn a fortune!", and with that, she smiled at me, "I'll try to steer some of the nicer members your way tomorrow Vicky...ease you in gently!"

Athena was still talking to Marian as Dawn whispered, "They don't have any rules about what you wear under your tunic but everyone will tell you, the less that you wear under it, the more you make in tips...it took me a few weeks before I dared to go nude under my tunic but my tips certainly went up ever since I stopped wearing my bra and knickers under it!"

I looked back to see if Athena was following me yet, she wasn't, she was still talking to her sister, then I looked at the doors between me and Marian's desk, each one had the red flash, declaring that they were all engaged. Room eleven, opposite Pauline's room opened as I looked at it, the woman stepped out with her 'Guest', she kissed him, said, "You really shouldn't...you're too generous darling...will you call me the next time you're in the country?"

I watched the woman turn the red sign back to green as she walked down the passage towards the lounge. Dawn jumped in with, "Would you like me to see Mr Gaston out for you Susanna?"

Susanna smiled at Dawn, "Thank you Dawn but I'll take him, I need a drink anyway!"

Dawn smiled at me and followed Susanna and Mr Gaston along the passageway while I returned to the locker room with no locks, on my own.

It was four PM and until a few moments ago, the first eleven rooms were all in use, there were several vacant rooms further along that corridor and a few of the thirty rooms on the second corridor were occupied as well, thirty rooms, all occupied at that time of the day, that was six thousand pounds for that hour alone, this was certainly big business, the club as definitely a brothel but the way that it was being managed, well, it could cause enough doubt in a jurors mind that if they were brought to court, they might just get away with a charge of running a brothel...they could comfortably claim that they had no knowledge as to what went on in the meeting rooms.

Neither Christos nor Athena had mentioned anything about being naked under my tunic or that I could, if I wanted to, wear underwear under it, Dawn was the first to mention that I could keep my underwear on but that I'd get more in tips if I were naked under it.

I stripped off totally naked and pulled the tunic on, there was enough material in my tunic to hide my body totally, the sides could overlap by several inches but after tying the silk rope around my waist, I pulled the sides apart so that they only just touched under the rope belt, allowing quite a bit of my body to be seen at my side.

I crossed the passage to the general office, Christos was sitting at his computer terminal, he didn't spot me at first, he was talking to Athena, "Marian will have to call in five more girls for tonight, just to cover our outstanding bookings..." he looked at the open door at that point and saw me, "...Vicky..." he jumped to his feet, "...you look fantastic in that tunic, no one ever looked better!"

Athena looked from her husband to me, she didn't look impressed at her husband's comment towards me, he corrected his slip by adding, "Of course darling, if you wore a tunic, you would look just as stunning as Vicky...probably even more so!"

Christos walked over to me, his left hand slipped between my right arm and my ribs, his finger tips eased the side of my tunic out of the way as his hand slipped inside the back of my uniform, the flat of his palm on my bare shoulder blade, he leaned in and kissed me on my lips as his right hand slid onto my stomach and then rubbed upwards, cupping my breast and lifting its weight. I would usually close my eyes during a kiss but this time, my eyes were wide open, I watched Athena smile at her husband kissing me, she even moved slightly to see his right hand fondling my left breast, lifting its weight as well as pinching my nipple between his thumb and the side of his index finger.

Athena cleared her throat and said, "Thank you Victoria, you can go and get changed back into your own clothes now, drop that tunic in the laundry hamper, there will be a fresh one waiting for you tomorrow!"

"What time should I arrive tomorrow?"

"Opening hours are between twelve noon and four o'clock the next morning, you can start whenever you like after twelve and work as long as you want."

While I was getting changed back into my own clothes I thought, 'In theory, even as a greeter, I could work sixteen hours a day and in a five day week, that would be eight hundred pounds, plus tips, no wonder they get so many women working here, who are happy and willing to be so skimpily dressed!'

Once dressed, I returned to the general office to say goodbye and to tell Athena that I would be returning the next day.

Christos said, "I'm glad to hear it, this is your new bank card, I've charged it with one hundred pounds worth of credit to tide you over for the week until your first pay day, I'll take the money back from your first pay packet!"

I walked through the gaming hall on my way out, as I walked past the roulette table, one of the customers grabbed my wrist and stopped me walking past him, I was spun around and pulled down onto his knee, he kissed me and then he placed a ten pound chip in my hand, "Here darling, place this on your favourite number!"

I looked at the table, "Well, my favourite number is twenty but I like black more than red!"

He popped another ten pound chip in my hand, "Well then, put one chip on twenty and the other on the black diamond!"

I had to lean right forward to reach the twenty square and as soon as my bum lifted off of his lap, his hand slipped up under the back of my short dress, grabbing a hand full of my bare arse...left unprotected by the back of the thong that I was wearing in place of proper knickers.

I didn't react to having my bare arse in his hand, I just sat back down on his lap and watched as the wheel spun and the little ball was tossed into the wheel in the opposite direction to the spin of the wheel. At thirty seconds the ball dropped into the wheel and bounced into the air, it took it another ten seconds of bouncing around before it landed in the number twenty segment. The ten pound chip that I had placed on the twenty square was drawn to the croupier, she added three one hundred pound chips and a fifty and pushed all five over in my direction. He gave me another kiss and passed over one of the one hundred pound chips, "Here, buy yourself something nice darling!"

I rolled off of the man's lap and walked through to the lounge, Dawn was sitting on a middle-aged man's knee, he was telling her jokes and she was laughing at them, even though I wasn't sure that she actually understood the jokes. I walked to the oak door and a warning buzzer sounded, Dawn rushed over to me, "Do you have a gaming chip Vicky?"

I opened my purse and took the one hundred pound chip out, "You have to cash it in with the barman before you leave, we can't take them out of here."

Dawn took my chip over to the barman and then she asked me for my credit card, the barman loaded one hundred pounds onto my credit card, so now my company card had two hundred pounds loaded on it.

I walked back to the oak door with Dawn, I jokingly took my house key out of my bag and pressed it against the surface of the oak door, I pressed as hard as I could but the sharp edge of my key didn't even mark the surface of the door, this was no new door, the oak wasn't green, this door had to be well over fifty years old and as tough as steel. I smiled at Dawn and shrugged my shoulders, "My key doesn't seem to fit!"

Dawn laughed at me, "You have to use your face...just look up and smile at Winston, if it is safe, he'll pop the door for you but you have to be on your toes, the door will pop open and then start to close again in a second!"

There was a click and a pop, I caught the handle and pulled on the door, it weighed a ton, I opened it overly wide so that I got a better look at the hinge side of the door, four large hinges and two holes on the edge of the door on the hinge side and two bolts recessed in the steel frame one foot down from the top and one foot up from the bottom, those bolts were repeated on the open edge of the door, the door was four inches thick. If I were planning an attack on that door, it would take hours with police standard equipment, like the big red key, the thirteen pound, two handed hammer that was very effective against a domestic front door but would hardly scratch the monster oak door into the lounge, especially as there was no flat surface on the outside of the door for a man to swing the hammer because the steps went down to the door.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I pressed the button marked, 'Open', nothing happened, the push button wasn't working the lock, it was sounding a buzzer in the security office, the guard would check the restaurant and the passageway to the toilets and only actually open the door if everything was clear.

The delay did give me the chance to inspect the back of the door though, the oak door was as hard as steel, the door at the top of the stairs was actually steel and when the door popped open, the locking mechanism was similar to the oak door, two bolts on each side top and bottom of the door.

I walked to the railway station left luggage office and reclaimed my suitcase and my phone, I called John and asked him where he was. He was just entering London, I'd left Hull with him still in bed, he had to go to Grimsby to talk to the man who employed him on Monday to tell him that he couldn't work the heavy plant that they wanted him to operate, he collected a day's pay and then drove from Grimsby to London. Our plan was to spend a few nights in a cheap hotel while looking for a flat wherever I ended up working in London.

I asked John to pick me up from Paddington Railway Station as he was so close to London and while I was waiting for him, I started looking for apartments or bed-sits in the area around Paddington, I was totally shocked at the price for a single room for a month in the Hyde Park area...I got six months in my bed-sit in Hull for the price of one month in London.

When John saw the way that I was dressed he grew a massive grin as well as a bulge in his pants. I told him that we were no longer married for the duration of my mission which gave him food for thought.

"So, what is your mission then...that you need to be single to perform it?"

"I'm going to work in a brothel as a whore!"

John got very excited, he wanted to fuck me right then and there, "Well, actually, I haven't committed to working as a whore, I could work as a greeter, a kind of waitress, just short of a whore, I have to talk to my boss about it...see what he wants me to do!"

I popped the post code of my back story apartment into my phone and we were directed to the front door by the sat-nav app.

John suddenly looked crestfallen, "Oh no! You have to be a whore, at least once and then tell me all about it after!"

I leaned over the centre console and punched him on the shoulder, "Bloody pervert! Pull in over there behind the red Fiesta."

I told John to wait for me in the van while I went in and spoke to the landlord.

I used my front door key to let myself in and knocked on the first door, the one ladled 'Landlord'.

He opened his door, looked up and down the passageway to make sure that we were alone, "You must be Victoria?"

I nodded my head, "Come in, I'm Albert!"

I stood in his apartment, "I was very surprised when I got a call from the Department of Health and Social Security checking up on you today...I didn't even know that you were in town yet, Peter didn't call me to let me know that you were here, it looks like things move very fast with this bunch of crooks."

"When they recruited me I was single but I got married the Saturday before last, my husband is outside in the van, is my apartment big enough for two or have I got to look for somewhere else to live?"

Albert stroked his chin, "I have number four...that's empty at the moment, it's next to your room and there is a connecting door between that I can unlock for you. It would be better if the neighbours didn't know that the two of you are together, the gang that you're looking into seem to have eyes and ears everywhere!"

"How come you're helping us out in this case Albert?"

He smiled at me, "I was on the job years back...before the time of computerisation, I was shot in the back and invalided out way back but even though I can't walk the beat, I'm still useful for things like this, I feel better that I'm actually earning my pension!"

Albert's phone rang at that point, "Hi Peter...a little late, she's here already...I know, I'm going to give him room four for a few days..."

"Albert, is that my Peter?"

Albert nodded his head.

"Tell him that I need to see him for a face to face."

I took my case to room three and changed into running gear, a covid face mask and a baseball cap. I told John to bring his bag into the house and have a word with Albert while I left the apartment block by the back door, Peter had told Albert that I should meet him at the source of the Nile River. I was very confused but Albert knew exactly where I had to go to meet him.

"Go down Lancaster Gate to the park, keep going straight across the park, you'll find a statue to John Hanning Speke, the man who traced the source of the Nile River in Africa, that'll be where Peter will be waiting for you...keep your face mask on until you get back here."

I ran all the way to the statue but Albert must have been wrong, I could see over half of the park from the steps of the Speke monument and the only life forms that I could see were the cloud of flees circulating around a drunk, sleeping on a bench placed by the good people of Bayswater Road for the comfort of people paying their respects to John Speke. I was looking on my phone for any other reference to the River Nile in London when a voice came out of nowhere.

"Well Vicky, you asked to meet me face to face...here we are, what do you want to tell me...cold feet?"

I looked in disbelief at the tramp apparently sleeping on the bench. I sat on the steps opposite him, I was pretending that I'd over done my jog, I was doubled over, looking at the path, "They are definitely running a brothel, they have massive security, we couldn't raid them easily and I didn't see any other exit. If we did raid them, it may take a few hours to get in but at least they'd all still be down there waiting for us to get in."

I went through everything that I'd seen, I even pointed out that it would be very hard for us to make a case for running a brothel or living off immoral earnings because of their business model, "They weren't even full when I was there this afternoon but they were turning over six thousand pounds an hour, just from room rental!"

"What about drugs and weapons?"

"I never saw any drugs today but they boasted about a weapons transaction, but you won't like it, a government minister took an Arab Prince into one of their rooms to swap a jet fighter for a ship load of oil!"

"Shit, why don't those twats in Parliament do business in their offices in Whitehall?"

"I get the feeling that the particular version of Arab probably wasn't on our friendly list and a sex worker walking through the lobby of Parliament would have stood out a little...I'm sure that there was a girl involved in the transaction somewhere along the lines!"

My head was on a constant swivel looking in all directions, there was a thought that after putting so much effort into checking my background, Christos Athanasiou may have put one of his goons onto trailing me around for a few days...just in case.

"Erm Peter...if I go to the Athena club tomorrow..."

Peter jumped in, stopping me mid sentence, "You have to go back tomorrow, you've seen the prostitution, the gambling and the illegal alcohol, together, they rate a fine at most, the maximum fine I've ever seen in those circumstances was three thousand pounds...it would only take them thirty minutes to make that fine back...we need drugs or firearms to make it into a prison sentence."

"The problem is...I'm a police officer, if I go back to the Athena club tomorrow, I'll be expected to turn a trick...what will happen if I do that and I'm needed in court as a witness, won't that queere our pitch a little?"

Peter had a flash of excitement all of a sudden, "Did they tell you that you had to turn a trick?"

I laughed...stopped myself laughing and turned my face into a grimace before I started to do stretches of my Achilles tendon at the side of the memorial...a deep voice behind me asked if I was okay.

"I'm okay...I thought that I'd warmed up properly before I started running..." I looked towards the Serpentine, "...I got, what, seven hundred yards, must be an all time bad record for a jogger!"

"Well, if you're sure that you're okay, I'll leave you to it..." he moved to Peter and dropped a pound coin in a dish at Peter's side, "...buy a coffee or something at the church mate." And the man walked off, having done two good deeds...definitely not what you would expect if he was a gangster following me.

"No, they were very careful not to mention sex at all, I suggested that working as a greeter would probably earn me enough to live on, Christos said that he'd rather I took the job of escort rather than greeter, there was a hint that they had more greeters than they needed so I might not get enough shifts as a greeter but as an escort, I could work as many hours as I wanted to and we could both make a profit out of the deal!"

Peter settled back down on his bench, he even turned his back on me before he said, "Shit...look Vicky, I can't tell you to pull tricks with paying customers, all I can say is, officially, I'm the only one around that knows you're a police officer, you will never be called as a police witness...all I can tell you is, never ask a customer for cash for sex, the local City of London vice team will still be trying to trap women into falling foul of the solicitation laws. If you feel like sleeping with a man then do it, I won't expect you to keep a list though."

Peter had kicked the ball firmly into my court, he needed me to keep going to the Athena club, he couldn't tell me to break the law...but then, in the UK, prostitution wasn't actually illegal...I could go in and take a chance working as a greeter, I may not get many hours of work and I'd be basically out in the lounge area, far less chance of seeing or hearing something that could be useful. I'd have to go in and work as an escort, at least my husband wouldn't mind, so long as I told him all of the gory details.

I started limping back towards the Bayswater road, making a good show of being injured. I returned through the rear of my apartment block and to my room, John was sitting in room four with the door open between our rooms. I stripped, showered and dressed in the clothes that I was wearing earlier. There was no food in my cupboards so I took a walk to the corner shop with a skip in my step, just in case someone had been suspicious that I may have been the jogger on the park. I tried to play the part of a woman who had been broke for months who suddenly had money in her purse...well, credit on a debit card at least.

As I left the apartment block through the front door, I skipped past a black on black Mercedes 550, I did a little twirl as if I was listening to music in my head. The Mercedes was just the kind of car that a criminal might use to keep observation, especially as it had illegally tinted front windows.

At the shop, I was working on the basis that Christos could probably see everything I bought, he might even get a breakdown on the food that I was buying on his card so I made sure that I bought things for one, individual TV dinner, small box of eggs, one pint of milk and a very small loaf of bread.

I spotted the Mercedes outside the shop but the driver didn't get out, because of the sun being low in the sky and shining from behind the car, I could see the outline of two men...big buggers they were too. I walked back to the flat and the car overtook me half way home. It was parked across the road from my apartment block when I got back.

I was having a conversation with John through the open connecting door, me sitting on my bed and John sitting on his. A little buzzer sounded three times in my room, it was an agreed warning, if Albert saw anything dodgy outside, I jumped up and closed the door between room three and room four and then I went over to my outer door and opened it a crack.

"I've heard from a little birdie that you have a young woman on your books, short, slim but with big tits and short blond hair...I'm looking for a bit of fun with her!"

Albert shook his head..."I can only get her when she's behind with her rent, she pulled a trick earlier on today and paid up in full, I might get her at the end of the month again, she still doesn't have a job and the benefits people won't give her a penny to help her out...now I do have a brunette...she's a little taller, not quite as slim but she loves sex, one fifty and she's yours to do whatever you want to for an hour!"

I didn't recognise the man, he was very large, very black and very powerful, he said, "No, I really wanted the slim blond today!"

I thought, John would love to watch me in bed with him through the keyhole in the connecting door!

Albert said, "If you give me a contact number, I'll call you if she doesn't have her rent in four weeks time!"

The door closed without reply, I ran down to Albert's room, "Did you recognise him?"

Albert shook his head, I think he's new to the area, he had a Birmingham or Black country accent but was trying to hide it. Albert's CCTV over the door showed the man getting into the Mercedes across the road, I thanked Albert for his warning and returned to my room, opening the door between room three and room four again.

"We have to be careful, the place that I'm going to work as a prostitute for have just sent a goon around to check up on me."

John moved from room four into my room and we tumbled into bed together, "What was the man like who came to check up on you?"

"He was big and black...if he had forced the issue, I would have been forced to do him, I'll bet you would have got conjunctivitis from pressing your eye to the keyhole!"

John laughed, "You bet!"

We fucked for an hour but, while the bed was fine for two to fuck in, it wasn't big enough to actually sleep together so John returned to room four to actually sleep, he even closed and locked the door, just in case of night crawlers!

John left early the next morning to look for work, I had a leisurely morning and walked to the Athena club, I got to the club at dead on twelve o'clock, the street outside the restaurant had ten middle aged men milling about, looking totally lost. I knocked on the door and Michael opened it for me, "Am I early Michael?"

He gestured with his head further down the street, "The silver Vauxhall Omega is an unmarked police car so we're waiting until it moves away before the members come in!"

"Shall I wait outside as well?"

Michael smiled, "No, we would expect staff to come in and a woman walking up and down the street out there might cause the copper to be suspicious."

"Why are the coppers here?"

Michael pressed the intercom button, "Winston, any idea what the police are doing outside?"

Winston spoke into Michael's ear and Michael relayed the answer to me, "The black BMW has no insurance, no MoT, no road tax and no registered keeper, the copper is waiting for a recovery truck to collect the car."

I walked down to the underground labyrinth, there were three greeters waiting in the lounge and the gaming tables all had croupiers I walked past the security office on my way to the locker room, I saw three men in the office and Christos was standing behind them, as I walked past the door, Winston said, "Here, look, the BMW is just pulling up at two o'clock this morning and they're going into our apartment block..." I spotted them running through various TV feeds from the computer's memory, "...they've all gone into flat number seven boss!"

Christos nodded his head, "Terminate the tenancy for flat number seven please Winston, take the letter around there now and ask her guests to leave right away!"

"How much notice boss?"

"We'll be reasonable, make it two week's notice for a breach of contract for allowing criminality in the flat."

I got changed and walked back past the security office. I saw the real time external video feed, two men tumbled out of the main entrance of the apartment block, they hadn't realised that the car parked in the street behind their BMW was a police car and as they climbed into the BMW, they were both arrested. It was all over by twenty past twelve, the BMW was on the back of a slid-bed transporter, the two criminals were in the back of a paddy wagon and on their way to Bayswater nick and the Vauxhall Omega was on the lookout for his next victim.

Winston looked over his shoulder at me, "A little excitement on your first day, the two from the BMW were wanted for failing to return to prison after their grandfather's funeral, they're hardly the Cray Twins though, they are...well, they were both category 'C' prisoners but now they'll be at least Category 'B'."

I saw a line of customers walking through the door on the CCTV screen, I smiled at Winston, "Looks like I'd better get on!"

Winston nodded his head, "Have fun Vicky!"

I walked through the gaming room, bored croupiers at each table waiting for their gamblers to get there, I went through to the bar and picked up a lemonade to take to my room and then I went through the door at the side of Marian Athanasiou's desk.

"Good afternoon Marian, is there a room available for me please?"

Marian looked on her computer screen, "Room thirty-nine, last but one door on the right!"

"What's the arrangement, do I have to go and circulate in the lounge until a man gets interested in me?"

"No, not at this time of the day, a greeter will bring your customer to you...erm, how do you feel about doubling up?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sorry Marian I don't have any idea what that means."

"Two men at the same time!"

"Oh that..." I smiled and nodded my head, "...I've done it before, I can't see a problem with it!"

It seemed like a very long walk to room thirty-nine, there was only one more room before the turn to the blank passage leading to the security and general offices. I looked at the last door, it looked like the other doors but there wasn't the vacant/engaged flag and there wasn't a number on that door either.

I opened my door and looked around the room, there was a large pile of towels in the little bathroom, the shower tray was wet and the glass door smelled of disinfectant or bleach, the room had been cleaned and quite recently too.

There was a knock at my door, Dawn was standing there with a man in his sixties, Dawn introduced him as Benjamin Gold, the man was obviously a Jew, probably originally Goldstone and shortened to Gold to sound more English years ago.

I smiled at the man and thanked Dawn for bringing him to me.

I closed the door once the elderly man was in my room, I kissed him on his cheek and said, "Right Benjamin, what can I do for you today?"

Benjamin looked thoughtful for a moment and while he was thinking, I unfastened the knot in the gold cord around my waist and pulled my tunic off over my head so now I was standing in front of him in the nude.

"I'd really love to watch you take a shower before we start!"

I walked up to him and I pressed my naked body against his as I unfastened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled away slightly, "Why are you undressing me?"

"The shower cubicle is quite small and I'll have to leave the door open if you want to watch me in there, I'm afraid that your clothes will get wet!"

He smiled at my answer, "I've never undressed before...well, not with an escort, I don't usually spend that much time...you know, I have a very full day!"

I stripped him off and dragged him into the little bathroom, it was a good job that I had short hair, I could wash my hair and it would be dry in thirty minutes. I started washing my body while he looked on excitedly, his cock grew an inch longer and a little fatter as he watched. I decided to step things up a little, I took his right hand, squirted a little shower jell in it and placed his hand on my breasts. He got even more excited as he washed my body and in the end, he was in the shower with me, using his hairy chest as a scrubbing brush for my tits.

It suddenly felt like an earthquake, it was mostly sound but there was a vibration under foot at the same time.

"What the hell was that?"

Benjamin smiled, "You haven't been in London long have you?"

I shook my head.

"That was probably the Paddington to Wimbledon underground train, you often hear them, the District line is what they call a shallow line, when they built it, they just dug up the road, built the tunnel and then backfilled and relaid the road on top. The District line is only a few yards away from here."

I pointed to the right, towards the room with no number on the door, "It sounded like it was coming through that wall at us!"

I got a towel and started to dry Benjamin's body for him and as I rubbed him dry, he said, "It feels the same in my workshop, I make jewellery in my basement and there's a train every ten minutes passing my place."

I started drying myself and pondered, I'd been in the club for almost an hour yesterday and hadn't heard anything like that rumbling sound in any of the other parts of the club, so what was really different between the rest of the club and room thirty-nine.

When I tumbled into bed with Benjamin I had a fight on my hands to get his cock into a sheath, he was so turned on that he wanted his fuck to start straight away. I had an idea that most whores faked their orgasm with their customers because it helped the man to cum faster himself if the woman under him was going through her own orgasm. I knew that I could fake it but instead I tried to have a genuine climax and to that end, as Benjamin was on top of me humping down, I hooked my feet behind his knees and I humped myself up to meet him as he came down. I made subtle movements with my hips to get my 'G-spots' into their best possible position to give me pleasure against his cock.

What I hadn't really realised was that each time I changed position, I threw Ben off of his stride and killed his own orgasm a little so it took him longer to cum than it usually would but it still only took him around twenty minutes to fill his condom. We lay cuddling together in the afterglow of our climaxes for ten minutes before Benjamin's hour was up. I pulled my uniform over my head and tied the gold cord while he got dressed and then I walked him down to the lounge. When I returned to Maurine's desk, she congratulated me on my first customer, "Mr Gold never spends more than twenty minutes with a woman when he visits us, you kept him entertained for the full hour..." she typed something into her computer, "I was right, his previous longest visit was just twenty-five minutes..." she checked another screen on her computer, "...and for the first time ever, Mr Gold has taken chips through to the gaming room. Oh, and you'll love this, he had left a thirty pound tip for you...so well done!"

I saw Winston walk across the end of the corridor, it looked like he was going into my room but I realised that he was too close to the end wall, he was going into the room with no number.

I smiled at Maurine and thanked her for sending Benjamin to me.

I walked back to my room and saw Winston walking out of the room with no number, there was a rough looking man behind him, following him back in the direction of the security office, as I reached my door, the stranger said, "How much would it cost me for an hour with her then Winston?"

Winston laughed, "She's here for members mate, that would be a grand a year up front and then three hundred and fifty pounds an hour!"

I heard the stranger whistle in surprise at that comment.

Dawn brought me three other customers during the afternoon, after I'd kissed my fourth customer goodbye, Maurine knocked on my door, "I have a customer who had a perversion for underage girls, he'll ask you how old you are, you tell him that you lied to us and told us that you were sixteen but admit that you're only fifteen, he won't believe you, he'll say that he thinks that you're only fourteen at the most, don't argue with him, just beg him not to tell me how old he thinks you are...okay?"

I nodded my head, "It's good to feed the customer's fantasy!"

Maurine nodded her head in agreement as she left me alone in my room. I assumed that the next customer that came to me would be Maurine's paedophile, I was a little surprised when Dawn brought the next customer to me, I was actually standing just inside the door looking through the spy hole, keeping an eye on the passageway outside my room and outside the room with no number on it.

I spotted Dawn with a man, his arm over her shoulder, "This is Vicki's room, she is our youngest girl here today...to be honest with you, I think she might be the youngest girls that I've ever seen working here!"

Dawn knocked on my door, I counted to three and opened the door, I'd been planning on acting like a kid but if I really were a young girl working as a whore, I would be acting older, especially if the brothel I was working in was a mainstream whorehouse, if it was a specialist paedophiles brothel then I'd be expected to act young.

I opened the door, Dawn broke her usual practice, she only introduced Kevin by his first name but she didn't need to tell me his surname, I'd seen him often in Hull, I was even on a protection detail when he was on the hustings, his name was Kevin Latham MP, he was one of the MPs from the Hull area, I was just hoping that because there were three hundred people around him and the police on duty were almost invisible to the constituency workers and prospective MPs that he would not recognize me.

We did the dance around my age, just from looking at me he convinced himself that I was only fourteen and he was perfectly happy to have sex with a fourteen year old girl. He hammered my body hard, it was a good job that I was actually ten years older than he thought I was and I could handle his hard sex. Kevin offered to share his spliff with me but I refused so we lay on the bed together cuddling after he finished fucking me, he was just smoking cannabis and bragging about how important he was, he asked me if I could get out of working on Saturday night...when I asked why, he said that he was holding an important party and he needed as many under sixteen year old girls as possible to make the party go with a swing.

As he slowly got stoned in bed next to me, he started bragging about how important he was, he never mentioned that he was an MP but he did mention that he gave out contracts in the millions of pounds every month.

There was a knock at the door, Maurine was knocking on my door to tell Kevin that his hour was up, he was so stoned that it took him more than five minutes to get dressed, he moved from my room to the lounge to relax and recover a little, Maurine told me that my next customer could only have thirty minutes, "He isn't a member, he's one of Christos' friends, if I'm honest with you, I prefer men like him to Kevin, at least Gunner's an honest criminal, he doesn't smile in your face while he's stabbing you in the back.

I looked after Gunner and then Maurine told me to take a meal break, discovered that Gunner supplied products to Christos and that was why he got thirty minutes in my bed, even though he wasn't a member of the club, Christos was paying for Gunner's sex as a part of the deal he had just done. There was a constant soundtrack in my room, the deep rumbling noise at the side of my room every fifteen minutes of the underground train running between Paddington and Wimbledon on the district line.

I put my uniform on and tied the cord in a double knot before going out into the lounge area, the barman had a plate of roast chicken and chips in a basket, finger food rather than a plate with knives and forks. I sat with members and talked to them as I ate my food and the man I was chatting to was actually my first customer after my lunch at four o'clock in the afternoon.

I was making mental notes about the things my customers were telling me as we fucked. I called it a day at midnight and walked home, I'd been with eleven customers during the twelve hours, fortunately most of the men didn't spend the whole hour in my room with me so I had a little rest time during my twelve hour long day.

I walked home, the streets of London at midnight were a lot like hull at midday, teeming with people who seemed to be rushing about going nowhere in particular. I had to wait at the cash machine outside the local supermarket, there were three people using the machine ahead of me at midnight. I popped my new debit card into the machine and asked for a mini statement, I asked for the mini bank statement to be printed out rather than just viewing it on the screen, I saw the one hundred pound advancement on Tuesday, followed on the line below by a one hundred pound win that said it came from a casino that actually had a gaming licence in the west end of London from yesterday, then there was payment of a thousand pounds made today that looked like it came from a bookmakers on the high Street and a one hundred pound withdrawal, paying back the cash advance that I'd been given the day before.

I made a five hundred pound withdrawal, I planned to give it to John because London was a bloody expensive place to be unemployed in and having five hundred pounds in his pocket would take the pressure off of him needing to find work quickly.

I walked the rest of the way to my new flat, the Mercedes 550 with the illegally blacked out front windows was parked in the street opposite John's Berlingo van, I made a conscious effort not to look at the Mercedes to see if there was anyone in there watching for me.

Once in my flat I made for the connecting door, my hand was on the handle but just before I turned it, I heard voices and froze, it was John's voice saying, "Well...you paid for the beer Mr Abu...won't you have another before you go?"

"No, thanks for the offer John but a car like mine in London will get pulled over at least once a night so I don't want any alcohol in my system. Are you sure that you'll be okay to start work on my extension tomorrow John?"

"I'll be there, about nine o'clock on the dot!"

"And remember, It is totally off the books, no tax and definitely no building inspectors checking up on things...and the other matter?"

"If I hear anything at all about the woman in number three, you'll be the first to know!"

I was at my front door looking through the little spy hole in the door, the man that John called Mr Abu was the man asking Albert if I was available for sex yesterday.

The connecting door opened and John grinned at me, I looked over my shoulder and scowled at him, "Selling me out to the enemy darling?"

"In a heartbeat darling...he's offering me five hundred pounds if I dig up anything juicy on you!"

I opened my bag, I waved the wad of five hundred pounds at him, "I'll give you five hundred pounds to not tell him what we're about to do!"

We didn't get straight into fucking, I had to strip off and walk around my flat in the nude, telling John everything about my customers that day while he lay on my bed, rubbing his cock until he couldn't stand it any longer and he grabbed me, pulling me down onto the bed so that he could fuck me.

After our fuck, John told me how he'd met Mr Abu. John had come home to have his lunch, he had crossed the road to our corner shop to pick up some sandwiches and Mr Abu had followed him in there, he struck up a conversation, asking John where he lived, when John said that he lived in flat four in Derbyshire Villas Mr Abu suddenly smiled at him.

"What can you tell me about the woman in flat number three?"

John smiled at me, "I told him that I didn't know very much about you, I told him that you used to work in the local supermarket and that I thought that you had been through several different jobs in since I moved in two years ago..." there was another grin as John's erection grew, he pushed my head into his lap for me to suck his cock while he went on, "...I told him that I thought that you'd been in trouble over your rent a few times and that our landlord might have been taking his rent from you in a different way a few times!"

Mr Abu had bought John a six pack of beer and a pack of prawn mayo sandwiches for his lunch as a sweetener because he wanted John to report on my activities.

"I understand that but why was he here at midnight?"

"He found me a job, their usual ground worker will be unavailable for six to twelve months, depending on the generosity of the Magistrate or worse if the case is moved over to Crown Court. They need an extension on one of his boss' properties on the hurry up. it's going to be a beauty of a job, no planning permissions, no building regulations, I get the footings laid out, pour the concrete as soon as I'm finished digging, no three day delay, waiting for some office worker to come out and measure how deep I've dug or how wide my trench is. They want the bricklayers in by the end of next week!"

It was close to one o'clock in the morning when I tumbled into my bed with John on top of me, as he fucked me he said, "Calum Abu told me that he'd love to fuck you...I asked him to let me know if he managed to get his hands on you..." John laughed, "...I told him to let me know because I'd love to watch through the keyhole in the connecting door! Calum even got down and looked through the keyhole and he moaned that the cover plate was in the way, fortunately I'd remembered to lock the door when I went out, just in case."

I think that John must have been going off of me a little because we only fucked for forty minutes before he climaxed instead of the two or three hours we usually fucked...mind you, I'd been talking him through my ten sexual partners in the day and how much I earned from letting them fuck me. That had got John really excited but what tipped him over the edge was when he asked me if I'd like to be fucked by a man like Calum Abu, I said, "I'd love to do him if you were watching..." and that was the point of climax and John returned to room four.

I arranged to meet Peter in the morning, I told him that I needed to go to Wimbledon at some point so he arranged to meet me in a small greasy spoon café just around the corner from the underground station in Wimbledon, I gave him the list of information from the various customers, things like Mr Gold had two jewellery workshops, one that was legitimate and paid tax etcetera and the other that was underground...quite literally, there were no bocks or taxes in the underground company where all of the transactions were carried out in cash, the gold all came in from Amsterdam in a suitcase carried by a currier and the jewels came directly from Africa, straight from the mine to his workshop.

Peter mused, "Probably conflict stones, the gold from Amsterdam is just a tax infringement but if the gems are conflict stones, they're more of an issue, trading in conflict gems can carry a five year stretch!"

It was almost as an afterthought that I mentioned the room without a number on the door and the fact that room number thirty-nine had the sounds of the Paddington to Wimbledon underground train and that people could arrive and leave via the room next to room thirty-nine.

We travelled back to Paddington together and once in the station we scouted around, there was a walkway between two different underground networks, we just turned into one of the walkways but a Transport for London employee stopped us, "This link is closed, as is the station that it used to connect to."

We waited until the official was distracted and we quickly slipped down the passageway to nowhere. I grabbed Peter's arm and stopped him in his tracks, "That camera on the roof...it's the same make as they use in the club."

"It's pointing away from us."

"Look ten feet further along, there's another pointing in our direction, I'd better go home and change my dress, just in case we've been spotted...at least with my large sun glasses and face mask, no one will recognise my face!"

Peter turned his back on the camera pointing at us, he started kissing me and after ten minutes, we had a knee trembler standing against the glazed tile wall, we were fucking as the next train to Wimbledon went through the Paddington station, the sound from the train was channelled and amplified along the passageway that we were standing in.

"That's the sound that I heard every fifteen minutes or so yesterday."

"The wall between the cameras looks like it might be fake, it could be a door into the back of the gentleman's club."

"They could use the cameras to make sure that it is safe to open the door to their criminal suppliers."

Peter pulled his trousers up and dropped the tissue that he'd used to wipe his cock dry with on to the floor and guided me back towards the platform. "Well, at least if we have to raid the club, we can put a team at both ends of this tunnel and mop everyone up as they leave!"

I mentioned the ground worker that was in prison at the moment facing time for crimes, "He could have worked on the club, there had to have been a hell of a lot of digging. Perhaps you could talk to him, offer him a deal for information about the club!"

Peter shook his head, "At the moment, they think that we don't know anything about the club and the underground world below the block of flats!"

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