Agent
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - After the events described in 'Justice', she takes on a new identity and a new role in uncovering criminals
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction
In the morning I showered and douched and showered again and douched again. He had really used me last night. I wonder what he got out of it. It didn’t do much for me, but I wasn’t offended; it was what I had expected, and the whole thing had just been clinical. I wondered if I could carry on being emotionally detached and simply being clinical. Laying there and thinking of England, my king and country? Today was the first of my prearranged meetings with the agency.
I had no way of knowing if I was being bugged or followed, so I took the usual precautions. A lot of mirror checking as I drove, nothing, but they could just be better than me. I had decided that I could do nothing that would look suspicious, no sudden turns and then backtracking; that was saved for the films. I drove to the Farmers Boy in Bingley and ordered a prawn salad and an orange juice to consume outside.
I sat at a table and looked over the car park, watching people coming and going. It was relatively early, and so footfall was light. There was the banging and clattering of tuns as they took a beer delivery, and in the background was the rush of water across the weir; the river was high after the recent rains, but the weir hadn’t been overtopped yet.
I went into the loo, and as I was going, a woman brushed past me, and I had a small mobile phone in my hand. I sat in the loo and looked at the phone; there was a text notification.
“Liz, Ali next door confirmed. Leave phone on cistern.’
Good, so Ali was my target; that means I haven’t been wasting my time with him. I flushed the loo and left my phone as directed. As I left the ladies’, the woman who bumped into me passed me and went into the cubicle I had just left. There was, as far as I could tell, no one else in the loo, and if anyone had been watching me, then they would have seen that there was no one else in the loo at the same time as me. Good. Security maintained.
I still had to meet the people next door on the other side, and as I pulled on my drive, there was, luckily, someone on their drive. I got out and called across.
“Hello, am I your neighbour?”
“I guess,” came the reply, “you have just moved in?”
“I have; I am Liz.”
“Hi Liz, I am Alan; if you are free, come round for a coffee.”
“Yes, that would be nice; I am actually free now.”
“Good, round you come, then.”
His home had a lot more furniture than mine, but mine was not really a home; it was just a house I was staying in whilst I did my job. I followed him through to the kitchen.
“Look who I have found,” he said to a woman doing washing up. “This is Liz from next door.”
“Oh, hi Liz, nice to meet you. I am Alice. Tea, coffee?”
“Tea, please, and nice to meet you too.”
I hovered whilst the kettle was filled and turned on and cups and saucers were retrieved from a glass-fronted cupboard on their wall.
“So Liz,” Alice said, “what do you do?”
“Me? Oh nothing at the moment. I used to help my ex-husband do the books for some people, but he is probably going to jail and I am not, and I moved up here for a new start.”
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “Really? Oh wow, that sounds so Channel 4 drama.”
“Oh no, just a cheating husband with his hands where they shouldn’t be. No drama to be made of it. What do you guys do?”
“I am a forensics technician,” Alan said, “and Alice looks after me; I am a bit of a handful, it seems.”
Alice laughed. “Yes, he is so scatterbrained; he really couldn’t look after himself. Any way, how do you want your tea?”
“Oh, a splash of milk, please, no sugar.”
A teapot, cups, saucers, a jug of milk and some teaspoons were all added to a tray.
“Right then, Liz, let’s go out to the conservatory. Alan, will you be a dear and bring the tray?”
I followed Alice through their dining room, through the French doors and into their conservatory. Alice pointed at the single cane chair, and I took my seat. A small table at my side. She sat on the cane sofa opposite me. Alan put the tray on a table at her side and then sat down next to Alice. She fussed and poured teas, handing one across to me, and then she sat back on the sofa, her knees apart and her knickers quite visible to me.
“Perhaps you can pop round to mine whilst Alan is at work,” I said, my eyes firmly between her knees, before my gaze moved upwards and fixed on her eyes.
“Oh, that could be fun,” she said as her gaze went downwards, my knees parting slightly to accommodate.
“I have now met you nice people and Ali next door. I have yet to meet any of my other neighbours.”
“Oh, we don’t talk to him; the other neighbours are nice, I think. There is a Lithuanian girl and her boyfriend on the other side of Ali, and then there is Nasser, who drives an Uber. There is a Scottish retired couple, Hamish and Beth. We don’t really get to talk to many others; it is such a quiet street.”
“Oh good, I like it quiet; who knows what goes on behind the vertical blinds?”
“Exactly, and who wants to know? We all tend to keep ourselves to ourselves.”
The tea was a robust blend; I didn’t know what it was. It was loose leaf from a caddy; if she came round, I may ask her.
“Don’t think me a philistine,” I said, “but when you come round, I only have bags and mugs. I had to start again from scratch and only got some bare essentials from Dunelm. Yorkshire Tea and some chai; that is it for now.”
“Oh don’t be silly,” Alice said, her eyes definitely on my prize. “A cup of tea is a cup of tea; I am just showing off with the porcelain. I get so little opportunity to use it.”
“Oh good, I don’t want to disappoint.”
“Oh, from what I can see”, her eyes firmly focused on my white knickers, “I doubt that you will disappoint.”
We chatted a little longer, and then with her promise to come visit, I left them to it and returned home.
I hadn’t been home long when my door bell rang. It was Ali.
“I thought I would pop around and check if you were okay, no hangover or anything.’
“Come in, Ali. Would you like a cup of tea?”
“I will come in, but no tea today, thank you.”
I led the way into my front room and indicated the armchair; I sat on the sofa opposite, my knees suitably parted as I sat.
“So, how is your head? You really seemed out of it when I left you.”
“Well, my head is fine, and by the evidence I found this morning, you had a good time before you left.”
He shrugged. “You were willing,” he said.
“Well, if I weren’t, I would have enough evidence for DNA testing,” I said, trying to keep my face straight, although I was laughing inside.
He just looked between my legs and then slowly at my face and shrugged again.
“It was just a typical night out.” He said.
“Indeed, if you were a man.” I said, my face straight.
There was a moment of silence, and then I laughed.
“Oh, your face”, I said. “I’m just teasing. Yes, I had a good time, and I may have been out of it towards the end; I do remember all of it. I enjoyed myself, and I guess that you did too.”
“You should not tease a man like that.” His face was stern.
“Oh, lighten up; we were out, we had fun, we shagged – that is it. We may do it again; we may not. I haven’t decided. Likewise, I haven’t decided what I am going to do to occupy myself. At some point I need to find work.”
“You did bookkeeping, you say?”
“Well yes. My then husband had the agreement, but he wasn’t especially good at it. I did most of the work, and then I realised that he was hiding some of the clients’ money. Well, knowing who the clients were, that seemed a very silly and life expectancy damaging thing, so I had a word with the clients.”
“Why did you talk to the clients rather than your husband?”
“Well, the nature of who they were, they were not exactly the sweetest of businessmen, and I feared for myself if they were ever to find out, and my husband had put my life in danger with what he had done. So I went and saw the senior of the businessmen in his office, and I explained what had been happening. He explained how things like this normally went; it had been as I expected. We came to an arrangement, and I left his office and went home and showered, as you can imagine, and then moved into a hotel for a few weeks as things panned out.”
“I see, you were intimate with the businessman?”
I said nothing at first; I just stared ahead and then said, “I did what was needed to ensure my safety.”
“And what business, may I ask, was this man in?”
“Oh, lots of enterprises; he had a few turf accountants, a few barber shops, a few properties that he rented, some to girls, if you know what I mean, yes, quite a few different ventures, and it was difficult for him and his colleagues to keep track of the flow of money, and my husband stupidly decided to exploit that.”
“Did you love your husband?”
“I thought I did, but then I discovered that I loved my life more.”
“I see. Well, that is interesting. Would you describe these businessmen as gangsters?”
“Oh crumbs, that is such an American word. They were just businessmen that made money as they could.”
He leant back and looked at me again. “And you didn’t think to go to the police? They would have protected you.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Ali, with people like them, you don’t go to the rozzers. You accommodate.”
“Okay. I see.”
I wondered if he did see. Everything I said was a pack of lies; he would never be able to trace the fictitious businessmen or even my nonexistent husband. There had been no need for the agency to go into that level of detail for my legend. I wondered if he believed me. I wondered when I would find out.
“Well, that is a lot to think about. I had better get off; I am pleased to see that you have no ill effects after last night.”
I showed him to the door.
After he had gone I had time to kill. I went up and had the luxury of a bath; usually I shower on the go, but today I had time on my hands and so ran a bath and threw a handful of bath salts in. My ensuite had a shower; the family bathroom had a bath with a shower over. In my bedroom I stripped and threw underwear in my laundry basket, padded across the landing and sank into my nice, hot and salty bath. I allowed myself few luxuries; life was too hard for luxuries usually, but today, I had time, and I indulged.
As I lay in my bath, the water around my shoulders, my nipples just breaking the surface like two small islands off Malaysia, I ran my fingers over my mons. No hair; the depilation had worked. Even twelve months later, not a single hair grew. Good. I had always shaved and always hated pubic hair, and when the opportunity came during the procedures I had, I took it. No hair for me there. Ever.
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