Becca XXX: Dangerous Cargo Ch. 03

Janice and Steph had already left and I was now standing at the bus stop in the pouring rain, waiting for my bus to arrive. I thought about Tony's numbers again and then about my own assignment. It was only my first day and although I had made some headway with Brian, I was still no closer to knowing anything about the guns or Brian's criminal activities. Simon also seemed to be involved in all of this somehow, but that also eluded me.

The wind howled and I pulled my coat tight around me to keep out the horizontal rain which was pelting the side of my face. As I turned to see if the bus was approaching, a car pulled up alongside me and the window powered down.

"Becca? Is that you?" said Brian, leaning over the passenger's seat.

"Yes. Oh, hi Brian," I dropped lower to see his face.

"Do you need a ride home? The weather's awful, you can't be standing out in this all night."

"God, I'd love one," I sighed "Are you going my way?"

"It doesn't matter, I can make a detour. Where do you live?"

"The Cedars Estate," I replied.

There was a momentary glimpse of recognition from Brian as he realised where I lived. He nodded and opened the door. Maybe he was thinking about his four gang members who were on the estate on Friday and who were now in hospital thanks to me.

"Get in. I know where that is," he said.

I climbed into his car and instantly felt warmer and drier. The heater in the car was still warming up, but it was better than standing out in the rain and the wind. I put my seatbelt on and placed my bag at my feet as he pulled into the slow-moving traffic.

"Thank you so much," I cooed. "It's pissing down out there."

"It's no problem, I'm heading that way anyway," he replied. "We can't have you standing out there getting all wet, can we?"

"It's a bit late for that," I giggled in a dirty manner. "I'm already pretty wet."

"There's really no stopping you, is there?" he laughed. "Are you being dirty again?"

"I don't know what you mean," I protested as though he'd offended me. "You're the one who said I was wet."

"I didn't mean it like that, but I do know that your knickers are soaked," he laughed. "They're full of cum, aren't they?"

"Oh right... it looks like you and Simon have been discussing my first day," I tittered.

"He told me what he did to you, if that's what you mean. That's a very kinky fetish you have."

"I told you I liked it. There's just something so slutty about it," I sighed, squishing my thighs together and feeling the sperm against my lips.

"Can I have a look?" he nodded at my crotch.

"What? You want to see inside my spunky panties?" I asked, pretending to sound surprised.

"Of course. I bet it looks so sexy."

I gave him a naughty smile, wiggled my ass about and pulled my skirt up to expose my sopping underwear. The front of my knickers was almost see-through thanks to Simon's seed. I spread my legs open, pulled the waistband down and showed him the sticky mess inside.

"Jesus, he gave you quite a big load, didn't he?" he gasped. "I'm surprised that the rest of the office didn't smell that."

"Don't worry. I kept my legs closed all afternoon," I replied, closing my panties back up and smoothing my skirt down.

"That was probably a wise move. You don't want the whole office knowing that you're a little slut."

"I don't mind if they do," I smiled. "The more the merrier."

We were stop-start in traffic as we hit the main rush-hour out of the city. A journey that should take half an hour was going to be more like forty-five minutes.

"So... you live on the Seedy Estate," he said, changing the subject. "That's what the locals call it."

"Yeah, I know. It's a shithole, but it's all I can afford at the minute. Payday can't come soon enough," I took the opportunity to push my poverty story a little further.

"Maybe if you spent less money on clothes, you'd be able to afford a better place," he seemed genuinely concerned about me. "That estate has some really nasty people living on it."

He would know all about that, he was employing some of them as his dealers.

"What can I say? I like nice things, but I guess I'm going to have to take on some evening work or find a weekend job to make ends meet. My credit card is maxed out and I owe two month's rent," I was laying it on thick now.

"Can't your family help out?" he asked.

"I don't have any family."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't realise."

We pushed onwards in a slow crawl down the main drag.

"It's fine, you get used to it. My parents disowned me a long time ago. It's a long story," I sighed a sad sigh. "It's just me on my own in the world. I have a lot of friends, but they are as skint as I am."

Brian went quiet for a while as he mulled things over. We weaved through some side streets to try and get ahead of the traffic, but we then got stuck at a junction and no-one would let us back out. The rain pelted the windscreen and the wipers were in overdrive to clear it away.

"Maybe I could do some overtime, or take some work home with me?" I suggested, trying to make myself look genuinely desperate for money.

"Let me ask you a question. If you had more money would you clear your debts and pay your rent or would you just buy more clothes with it?" he smiled light-heartedly.

I burst out laughing.

"You seem to know me too well," I laughed.

"I've met girls like you before. You spend money on yourselves before paying your debts. That can get you into a lot of trouble."

"I can take care of myself," I replied.

"I'm sure you can, but I may be able to help you out with some extra money if you're going to use it for the right reasons. The last thing you want to be is homeless."

He was taking the bait slowly and cautiously. From his point of view, he had no idea who I was other than what he'd read on my CV. He knew I was a dirty bitch and that I'd do pretty much anything sexually, but he didn't really know me well enough to just offer me a job within his criminal network. He would have to take baby steps and I was leading him towards my end goal.

"I thought you said you couldn't give me an advance on my wages when I asked you this morning?" I gave him a puzzled sideways glance.

"I can't, but there's more than one way to earn a little extra money."

"Like what?"

"I'll need to talk to some friends, but I may be able to sort something out for you."

"That would be great if you could. I'll pretty much do anything for money," I swooned at him as though he was my hero.

"That's good to know," he said, staring straight ahead and thinking hard.

It looked like he was falling for my ploy, but he'd have to do some more research into who I was. I knew my cover story was water-tight and all I needed him to do was delve a little deeper and gain his trust. If he did a background check on me, he'd find out that Rebecca Sloan wasn't the law-abiding citizen he thought she was.

We both went quiet as we got lost in our own thoughts. I had him right where I wanted him and he thought the same about me. Drug dealers preyed on weak-minded, vulnerable people by offering them a way out of their shitty lives. They selected people who they knew they could control and manipulate and pretty much get them to do anything they asked. They could even persuade people to kill someone for the right price. I was a long way from that, but once I had my foot in the door, I would soon rise through the ranks.

I knew where Brian lived and it was nowhere near the Cedars Estate. Finding me at the bus stop wasn't a coincidence; he'd planned it. Maybe he already had plans for me and thought that I was playing directly into his hands, but the fact was that the opposite was true.

Now that I was in his car, I saw a new opportunity which couldn't be missed. Working undercover and putting people under surveillance was quite often a case of grabbing the opportunities as they arose and thinking on your feet.

To seize the opportunity, I needed to get something out of my bag, but I needed an excuse to pick my bag up from the footwell. Everything had to appear normal so I pulled down the sun-visor so I could see myself in the mirror. My hair was stuck to my cheek and my face was wet from the rain.

"Shit, I look like a skank," I said, pretending to sound upset.

I picked my bag up off the floor and placed it on my knees before unzipping it and taking out my hairbrush. I started to tidy myself up as we got closer to my tower block. I could see it in the distance like a looming grey monolith.

"You still look nice to me," cooed Brian.

"Yeah, right. You're just saying that to be nice," I giggled. "I look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards."

I did a half-assed job of straightening my hair up and put my hairbrush back in the bag.

"That'll have to do. I'm only going to get rained on again anyway," I complained.

"We're almost there now anyway," said Brian. "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, I better get my keys out and save myself some time," I said, fumbling about in my bag again.

I really wasn't bothered about my hair or my keys, it was just an excuse to gain access to something far more important.

A tracker.

I pretended that I couldn't find my keys even though they were already in my hand. I placed my other hand in the bag to appear as though I was busy searching and I unzipped a separate compartment inside.

"I'm always losing my fucking keys in this bag," I said. "They're in here somewhere, I swear."

I got hold of a small flat box, about the size of a postage stamp and hid it in the palm of my left hand. I then pulled my keys out and jangled them about to show Brian that I'd found them.

"Got them. I knew they were in there," I laughed in triumph.

Brian was busy looking for a gap in the oncoming traffic so that we could turn into my estate and he pretty much ignored the air-head bimbo sitting next to him. As I put my bag back in the footwell, I reached my left hand under the seat and attached the tracker to the metal seat frame by a magnet. I pressed the button on the side of the device to activate it. I then leaned back in my seat and waited for Brian to drop me off, feeling satisfied with myself.

"It's just up here on the right," I said. "I can walk from here."

"I see it."

Brian pulled up at the same bus stop that Lexa had dropped me off at three days earlier. The rain was still lashing the windscreen and it was dark outside as I unclipped my seatbelt.

"Thanks for the lift," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear playfully. "I really do appreciate it. Do you want to come up for a coffee or something?"

"I can't, Becca. I have a few important errands to run before I head home, but thanks for the offer."

"Are you sure I can't tempt you?" I purred, placing my hand on his thigh.

"You really are insatiable, aren't you?" he smiled. "I know you want fucking, but I really do have to go. I have something important to sort out. I'll give you a good seeing to at work tomorrow, how does that sound?"

"I'm looking forward to it already," I laughed. "I love my new job."

I picked up my bag and got out of the car.

"Thanks again," I said, as I closed the door.

"You're more than welcome. See you tomorrow."

I gave him a double-bang on the roof and he drove off with a double-toot on the horn.

I smiled to myself, knowing that we would know everywhere his car went. With a bit of luck, it might lead us to his cache of weapons, drugs or even his source if we got really lucky. I still needed to bug his phone, which was easy enough to do if I could get hold of it without his knowledge, but that could wait for the next opportunity.

I quickly scurried across the dog shit strewn courtyard holding my skirt down to prevent it from blowing up in the wind. I made it to my block and cautiously stepped inside. There was no sign of any dealers to replace the four from Friday and I wondered if Brian was on his way to recruit some replacements. His idea of errands was probably different from most people's.

Once I got back to my flat, I checked the paper-tell in the door and saw that it hadn't been moved. I unlocked and went inside. Being away from the place for the whole day hadn't made it any more welcoming, but I soon had a glass of wine in my hand and some dinner on the go.

I retrieved my Makarov and made sure it was made ready just in case. This was the first assignment I'd been on where I was armed, even though I wasn't supposed to be. It made me feel safe that I was in a hostile environment with a means of defending myself other than my bare hands or a rolling pin.

I decided to check in with Lexa so I dialled her number and waited for the three rings.

"Hi Becca," she answered with a jolly tone for a change.

"Hi. You sound in a good mood. What's happening?"

"I'm actually at home drinking a glass of wine and relaxing for a change," she sighed.

"You lazy bitch, I thought you were a workaholic," I giggled.

"I'm still working actually. I'm having a little meeting with someone."

"Anyone I know?"

"You know him intimately actually," she tittered. "Hang on, I'll put you on speaker."

I heard a shrill noise as the phone clicked over to speaker.

"Hi Becca," said a familiar voice.

I'd recognise Lexa's boss anywhere.

"Hi Ethan. I hope you're looking after my girlfriend," I said.

"Of course. You know how accommodating she is. What's the sit-rep on your current assignment? Is everything going as it should be?"

"Contact has well and truly been made, but I have a few things which I need looking into."

"Like what?" asked Lexa.

"Does Brian have anything to do with Simon outside of work? Is he a part of their gang?"

There was a brief pause as they thought it over.

"No. There's no evidence of that. Why do you ask?" replied Lexa.

"Just something he said to me earlier today. It sounded like they might have met up outside of work."

"Maybe it's just a casual thing," added Ethan.

"Maybe, but can you get Tristan to search their social media accounts again to see if there's a link? Maybe Simon has two accounts too, like Brian does."

"Will do. How did the rest of it go today?" asked Lexa.

"I've fitted a tracker to Brian's car. You should be able to see where he's going. He's just dropped me off at home and he said he had some errands to run."

"I'll let the team know. We all know what sort of errands drug dealers do."

"Exactly. Also, do you remember the four rapists that I put in the hospital on Friday?"

"Of course. What about them?"

"They work for Brian. They were his dealers for this estate."

There was another pause; longer this time.

"Well done, Becca," laughed Ethan. "That's four less assholes on the streets for a while."

"Let's hope you don't meet them in front of Brian," stated Lexa, bringing us back down to earth. "This could be a problem moving forward."

"They had broken teeth, arms and legs along with badly damaged balls. I don't think they'll be going anywhere for a while," I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. "Hopefully this will be sorted by the time they get out."

She was right. She was always right. If anyone of them got out and bumped into Brian with me in tow, they'd recognise me immediately and the whole ruse would be up.

"I hope you're right," said Lexa.

"Me too. Did you get anywhere with Tony's numbers?" I asked.

"The team are still looking into it, but it's not a priority at the moment. We're stretched thin on several assignments and we have enough of our own work to be getting on with."

"I appreciate that, but I can't help feeling that I know what those numbers mean. It's as though I've seen them before somewhere. I even tried treating them as an equation but I just came up with minus two-hundred and fifty-four. Does that number mean anything to either of you?"

"Not at all," replied Ethan. "Don't worry about the numbers, the team have had a quick look, but they've drawn a blank so far. If they mean anything, they'll find it."

"Thanks. So... why are you two meeting up? Are you in for a sexy evening?" I joked.

"I'm sure Lexa will look after me," giggled Ethan.

"I bet you're hard already, aren't you? And I bet Lexa's creaming her knickers waiting for that huge cock of yours."

"You're not getting jealous are you Becca?" tittered Lexa.

"A little."

"Well, I'm sure you've had plenty of cock today from your new work colleagues," she replied.

"I wish. I had a mouthful of spunk from my new boss and the HR director just wanted to watch me play with myself and then cum in my panties. I've not had any cock today."

"Well, I'll be thinking of you when Ethan's balls-deep in my tight wet cunt," she teased.

"Bitch."

"Keep us posted and I'll let you know if the team find anything new."

"Bye for now, you lucky pair."

"Bye, Becca," they said in unison.

The phone went dead.

I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of them. Lexa and I were far from exclusive, but this was the first time I'd actually known about her sleeping with someone other than me. My legs were open to anyone who wanted to fuck me and she didn't seem to mind. I pushed it from my thoughts for now and concentrated on the small victories of the day.

Breaking an assignment down into phases was my way of organising the difficult work I was doing. It was as logical as doing accounts paperwork.

Brian was beginning to trust me and a way into his criminal activities looked highly likely. It was going to take some time, but once I was in, I would soon prove my worth. I would have to leave my sense of morality behind and become a criminal just like him. Getting to the guns was going to be a little more difficult and I would have to think on my feet. A gang leader wasn't just going to invite me to a drive-by shooting or issue me with my own MP7 that was for sure.

I couldn't break my cover until I had some idea of where the weapons were coming from. I still had a long way to go on this mission, but as far as I was concerned, phase one was complete.

It was time to move to phase two.