Semua Bab A Dangerous Obsession: Bab 121 - Bab 130

The Secret AgentClaire was feeling horny.The problem was that she had got used to coming regularly, under the oral ministrations of her co-worker in the RSPHNFFP charity shop, the talented Mr. Sharma. Of course the fact that she was allowing him to go down on her had nothing to do with sex per se.It was just that she was allowing him to practice his arcane and unfathomable religion which insisted on his maximising the pleasure and minimising the pain of humanity. Claire, as a kindness, had allowed Mr. Sharma to lick her pussy; unfortunately she found herself coming many times and, in order to restore Mr. Sharma's karma or cosmic balance, she'd had to suck him off in turn.The problem was that she had grown accustomed to his cultured and skilful tongue.And now, he had disappeared.It had all started when Claire had, through an unfeasible series of circumstances, found herself offering her body to a group of local teenagers in return for charitable donations. It had been Mr. Sharma'

They snogged for a few more minutes while Con's hands wandered over her firm curvy body, sliding under her bum to squeeze it forcefully. Every time Claire came up for air, Con pulled her face back down to his, whispering, "Don't stop. Make it more believable."Eventually, Con leant back. "Claire, you're doing brilliantly. Give me your hand though. I think we need to go a step further to allay any suspicion. Here," he said taking her hand and placing on the bulge at his crotch.Claire was horrified but was careful not to pull her hand away in disgust. "Oh, my god! You've got an erection."Con nodded. "Of course. Remember I need to be in character. What man wouldn't get an erection after feeling your large bouncy breasts and tight sexy butt?""Oh," Claire replied, "I hadn't thought of that. But do I really have to touch your cock?""Of course. Remember as far as the terrorists are concerned you're really attracted to me, even if it's because I'm rich. You have to keep pretending. Go on,

Claire clapped her hands together girlishly. "Oh, thanks, so much. I love this job! Did Mr. Big just pay for arms? Is the deal done? Have you got enough to arrest him yet?""Um, yes, that's right. He gave me an, er, deposit but we still need to do more before we can bring him in.""OK. That makes sense," Claire said. "It looked like he only gave you about £50. I guess illegal weapons must cost thousands.""Er, yes, that's right. Anyway, I think we need to go somewhere isolated for a debrief. Let's see what we can find."Con drove them to a business park that was completely quiet at this time of night, parking where they couldn't be seen from the main road."Right this will do for now," he said, reaching over to stroke Claire's right thigh.Looking around the cabin, Claire commented, "This doesn't seem like a very flash car for an international playboy.""Um, well, no. Actually it's an MI5 pool car. All they had left. I think all the Astons were out. Still at least it's inconspicuous.

Claire re-read the rejection letter from MI5 once more and sighed.She had felt certain that, after her exciting missions with top secret agent Conn Fiddle, she would be accepted as a trainee spy with Britain's secret service, MI5. She had met Conn in a bar when he'd ask for help to pose as his girlfriend to fool some criminals. She had then spent an exciting few days including meeting and seducing a top terrorist, Mr. Big, to extract his most precious secrets much like a modern day Mata Hari.However three days ago she had received the rejection and her hopes had been dashed.When she'd found out, she had called Conn and he had agreed to meet her in the local red light district under the cover of prostitute and punter. She had dressed in as tarty a way as she could, as requested, and, after she had refused two offers from kerb-crawlers and fended off an attack from a disgruntled professional, he had picked her up and driven her to a quiet street.She had explained what had happened a

Claire, forgetting she was still only in her underwear yet ecstatic at the opportunity, jumped up and down before grabbing Bobby and giving him a hug. In return, he buried his face between her breasts and squeezed her bottom before Claire let him go."Right, I'll be back in a minute," he said, snatching his mobile and leaving the room awkwardly.Claire took the opportunity to get back into her dress and check her makeup. She could hear Bobby talking animatedly on the phone but couldn't distinguish exactly what he was saying.She was back to looking her best by the time Bobby came back in."Right, he's on his way," he said."Brilliant!" Claire said. "Is he a really important businessman?""Er, well, yeah, I suppose. He's called Kevin Wragg and he's the landlord of the White Hart, you know, the pub across the road.""Oh," Claire said, a little surprised but she supposed that even pub landlords would have to be wary of sexual harassment particularly as there were often a lot of attractiv