Chapter 70

TYCOON

Cap d'Agde, I had a sneaky admiration for the man. Hiding in a town which was a huge nudist resort was inspired. An assassin would have difficulty hiding a weapon, even if one did feel fully comfortable walking through a town in the nude. Yes, Luc Belvior has been quite clever.

"Wendy, I want you to see Elastic, get some of her covert comms gear. I'm sending you and Melissa to Cap d'Agde. You are to be concealed," I looked Wendy in the eyes wanting her to realise the importance of my instructions, "Melissa needs a hearing aid comms set. You'll guide Melissa around the town until Melissa finds Belvior. I want his movements studied." I thought for a moment and remembered a weapon some of my team and I had experimented with for a while. I smiled to myself; we'd all suggested that this type of environment would be idea for this ... device.

"Go now, Wendy, I want Melissa on the streets first thing in the morning. Belvior is a Parisian, he'll want his coffee and croissants."

Wendy stared at me for a second, recognised the look in my eyes and turned for the door. "Going, my Master!" she called out as the door closed.

I sat back in my chair, thinking about Cap d'Agde and Luc Belvior.

Three, I thought, I'll need three of my girls with me, two, no, four more as lookouts, two drivers for our transportation. All together that's ten of us.

I'll need to hold some auditions, I almost laughed out loud at that thought. My girls would take part quite happily, Cecy and Harold though; I didn't know what they'd think of the exercise. I thought for a second, working out what I'd say when I asked my girls for volunteers. Suddenly I came to the realisation that asking for volunteers wouldn't work. They'd all want to come, no, demand to come with me. I could imagine blood being spilt if I didn't handle this carefully. I'd tell those I chose that they'd volunteered. The others could be volunteered, maybe next time. I wouldn't promise anyone anything though. That would just lead to me getting into trouble. Again.

I looked up at the other people around the table. Sasha was happily eating, everyone else was looking at me.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"Who's Luc Belvior, and what's he done to you?" asked Bee.

Sasha answered for me, "Luc Belvior is the man who organised the deaths of Susan and Varinka. You never met them, Bee. I think Nigel might have once, Susan was my bodyguard. Varinka was one of Paul's body slaves, they were both our friends. We are going to teach Luc that he shouldn't have messed in our affairs." She picked up her knife again and cut her steak, a single stroke severed the tender meat in two. We could all see that it wasn't the steak Sasha was cutting just then.

"Oh," said Bee in a timid voice.

Paula nodded, "Good. Justice is fine but sometimes retribution is better." She too continued eating, though she kept looking at Sasha and then at her girls around the walls of the dining room.

Wendy and Melissa left just after eight that evening. Sasha and I kissed them goodbye, Melissa whispered in my ear, "My toy bag is in the seraglio, Master." Then Wendy drove them away in an old Renault. It would take them about ten hours to get to Cap d'Agde, Melissa would have to sleep all the way down, Wendy would have to drive. They both seemed to be looking forward to the trip.

I just needed some special items from Charlie. I'd like to see his daughter too. They had sent an email to the address I'd given her, I'd use that to contact them; doing so would let them know that both email addresses were safe.

I sent the email asking for the items to be delivered in three days time to the café in the village. Charlie would know where I was going with these toys. But he did have a reputation for discretion; as an armourer for mercenaries, he needed that in his line of work.

I returned to my bedroom, Sasha was packing clothes. "Where are we going?" she asked.

I laughed. "Somewhere where you won't need any of these," I answered, holding up about two grams of lace which was supposed to be underwear.

She looked at me sharply.

"Cap d'Agde is a nudist town. Everyone within the town limits has to be naked. That's their law." I smiled at her expression of surprise.

"OK," she said and put her clothes back in the drawer. "I'll need some travelling things though." She took out jeans and blouses, designer jeans and blouses, but still jeans and blouses.

We went to bed, tonight Umber joined us and we all cuddled. Kisses were exchanged but we mainly hugged until we fell asleep.

Cilla cried out in orgasm again.

Sitting by the pool we could still hear her ecstasy. Nigel was red with embarrassment at his demure wife's very public announcement of her climax. Three times we'd all heard her cries.

Shannon had even taken David to a much quieter part of the courtyard, muttering to him, "They're at it again. They're always at it, can't leave each other alone they can't."

This caused the group of us to laugh and look at each other with renewed interest. Cilla's cries had sparked our interest.

A door opened and Cilla tottered out. Still naked, she staggered over to her husband and almost collapsed on his lap.

"She's got these gloves ... these mink gloves," she said breathlessly, "she can drive you wild..." she flushed, the redness going well below her breasts. "Then she took the gloves off ... oh God those fingers, they were everywhere." She looked at Nigel, "I don't think I made any noise."

Sniggers were choked off all around her.

Cilla sat up, "I did, didn't I?" her shoulders slumped down. Then she sat up straight again, "Anyway, you lot try to keep quiet when June's..." she paused, still a little shy, "when June's doing things to you." She lay back against Nigel's chest again, this time she lifted his hand to her breast, "Hold me, darling, please hold me."

This early morning massage had given Gerald and Sara time to come out and explain their plans for Cilla's birthday. And we all agreed with their plans for the surprise.

Bee came out to the pool, grumbling; Julia walked behind her looking serene. Bee sat heavily on a lounger, then her eyes lost focus as she slipped back into the world of spreadsheets and numbers.

Julia knelt beside her charge and whispered in her ear.

Bee's eyes opened wide and she looked around at us. "Here!" she exclaimed. Julia just shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the rest of us. We could immediately see the problem. Bee was still clothed, we weren't.

Reluctantly Bee slipped out of her clothes. She was overweight, nothing that Elastic and her girls, together with Cecy's chef's good balanced diet, couldn't put right, but we could all see that Bee herself was shamed by her body.

Bee, however, lost all thoughts of her own nakedness when she spotted her daughter-in-law, and saw where her son had his hand. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before Julia leant forward and, again, whispered in Bee's ear.

We ate then, Nigel and Cilla together in their intimacy, Bee watching, hopefully learning, the rest of us comfortable in our friendship and love for each other.

David soon tapped me on my shoulder, "Sir, can we swim again?" he asked.

"David, would you like to call me Granddad like Shannon does? It's a little bit nicer than 'Sir' isn't it?"

Shyly he nodded.

Shannon however jumped onto my lap and hugged me, "See David, I tol' you granddad's nice."

I picked the little money pit up and threw her, shrieking with delight, into the pool. I held out my hand and, a little nervously, obviously half expecting to be launched into the air, David took it. Instead we just jumped into the water. Just like last time he kept his eyes open under water and relaxed. This helped him to surface faster and lifted his head right out of the water. His wide grin was infectious.

We swam for about half an hour, most of the time David swam unsupported. Bee joined us for about ten minutes and we all enjoyed ourselves. Then the two children got out and ran, still dripping, to reclaim their DSi's.

We enjoyed a quiet morning together in peace. I looked round and wondered how long this peaceful life could last. We were in an undeclared war, this was the preamble to the main conflict.

Then I decided to open the war out a little. Huntley didn't seem to mind bringing in his police officers or other outside contractors, well I knew a few people in the conflict business myself.

I went inside to my office. Bee's work papers were all over my desk.

Elastic came into the room, still a little breathless from hurrying from the security centre. "Boss, we're getting you a new office. Until that's ready you can use mine." She led me back to the security centre and into her office. It had a desk, a phone and a door; that was basically all I wanted.

But it also had Elastic, and I hadn't had time with Elastic for ages. And it seemed that her marines were coping with everything at the moment. So, as she bent over to pick up something from the floor, I slid my hand down over her bum and back up under her skirt.

"Ekk!" Elastic cried as she jumped a little. "Ooohhhh!" she moaned as she settled down and started to enjoy my ministrations. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh." The smell of aroused woman hit me.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties and eased them over her hips. As I moved them down her legs she moved further onto the desk. By the time her panties reached her ankles she was able to lift both feet up for me to take them off. With her legs freed she opened them wide. I lifted her skirt up and onto her back, leaving her naked from the waist down. I could see lines of girl juice running down her leg. I investigated this and found that she was wet and already her labia were engorged. Slipping two fingers inside her I found that she was fully ready for me.

"Don't fuckin' tease me!" she growled. "You taught me to love sex now get on and do me."

Well I had been taught by my Mum to do whatever a lady asks so I effortlessly slid my full length into her hot, wet tunnel. She gripped me tightly; obviously she'd exercised more than just her biceps in the last few weeks.

"Fuck me, Boss. Just fuck me, please." she gasped.

I thrust harder and faster, sending the desk juddering into the wall. The desk then kept up a counterpart banging as I banged Elastic.

Soon her moans turned to cries of passion and then rose in pitch and volume. Moments after she hit her peak, the ripples and gushing girl cum triggered mine. Both sweaty and panting now, we lay together, touching and loving.

A new noise entered our consciousnesses, that of clapping and cheering. Together we looked to our left and saw all of the office staff waving and cheering us through the large glass window.

"Oy! You lot!" Elastic yelled. "Get back to work! Haven't you ever seen a senior management meeting before?"

With louder cheers and whistles they slowly drifted back to their seats.

Elastic smoothed her dress down then came to me for a kiss. With her taste still on my lips I sat to sketch out Malcolm Morrison's downfall.

I had violated their home, I was going to make an example of Luc Belvoir, giving him a very short life filled with absolute agony. Now I wanted to make a very public spectacle of Malcolm. But I needed to do this without raising public sympathy for him or his family.

And Malcolm was to earn me another penny from Cher. I smiled thinking of the athletic time we'd spent together. And those long legs in those long boots. I grew hard at the memories.

I dialled the number we'd all remembered. 'We' being the team that I'd led back during the troubles. We'd setup a help line, an answer-phone. We all paid towards its rental, only a few quid a year. But it was the security of knowing that if we needed real help then within a week our old comrades would start knocking on our door.

I listened to the line clicking, the answer-phone message started and then the BEEEEEP.

"I need some assistance with a troublesome neighbour..." I started.

"Hi Frosty," said Chalkie.

"You looking after the help line now, Chalkie?" I asked.

"Not got much else to do. Trace looks after most of my other interests; she's good at it too. That's why I let her look after you, Frosty."

"She's a good 'un she is." I told him. I could almost hear Chalkie puff up with pride.

"She's the only one who takes after me, all the others are wasters, take after their Mum they do. She was a lazy cow and they're worse. Anyway Frosty, you didn't call the help line to talk about my kids, what can we do for you?"

"I need a team, eight or ten, maybe a couple more, all discrete, all former service. I need someone taken, publicly and unharmed. It is to be loud and messy though. I want to send a message. But I need this person's reputation to be destroyed too. All of this has got to happen at the same time as another operation. It has to be co-ordinated with something I'm doing on the French Riviera. The mark has to be delivered to Paris within a week after capture. Totally unharmed. I don't mind drugs or whatever, provided that he's fully fit and mentally OK afterward. Nothing addictive."

There was silence on the line for a moment or two.

"Better if we stage it then. Rig his transport with sleepy gas and a few flash-bangs, that sort of thing. I'll get the Prof to work out the details."

Chalkie was quiet again for a few moments.

"Frosty, can you see if you can help the Prof? He's been swindled out of everything; his fucking wife's screwed him big time. He really does need some help." I could hear from Chalkie's tone of voice that he didn't like asking for a favour, even for a needy friend. But this was a very good friend who'd stood by us when we needed it and now it was our turn to stand by him.

"Where's he living?" I asked.

"That's the point, Frosty, he ain't got a thing, she's took him for every penny. He's dossing in a drunk's hostel at the moment, but that's only till the end of the week."

"OK Chalkie, tell him to go to any Minstrel hotel and tell the reception desk that he has promotion code 'Briony'; that's B R I O N Y; 'Briony'. They'll give him a good room and feed him."

"Frosty, I'm glad it was you that got lucky. I don't think I'd be the type to look after my friends like you are." Chalkie almost sounded a little emotional.

"Chalkie, you did what you could, you told me about the Prof's problems. Can you see him ever doing that?" I replied.

"And that's just what I mean, Frosty, you're still looking after your squad."

"Can you have Trace in the village here at lunch time in three days with the stuff?" I asked.

Chalkie laughed, "She can be there tonight if you like. She said she'd like to stay for a few days, have a holiday. She can be our liaison."

It was my turn to laugh, "She might be home sooner than you think, Chalkie."

"Don't bet on it," he said as he hung up.

Another call now, this time to a friend I missed.

"Kelly, hi darling," I said when she answered.

"BOSS!" she sounded surprised but very pleased to hear my voice. "What can I do for you, something involving me and you and a soft bed I hope." She really did sound pleased to hear from me.