Trooper Blondie

by Marty S

 

Once in the auto the saucy redhead said, "You have to relax. Confidence is your best weapon. You look great, so don't be afraid to flaunt it." She was right but I was well aware that confidence comes from experience which I was sorely lacking in. "Always remember, head up, back straight, tits out, and most importantly, smile!" she added. Those words sunk in. If you did all that then you at least gave the appearance of confidence.

Our first stop was a salon. The young bird working there looked as if she was expecting us. No one else was in the place. It appeared to be set up just for us. The girl was asian and had beautiful, long black hair. She was very skinny and her tight jeans emphasized her narrow legs and non existent arse. When she said, "Hello, I'm Lilly, you must be Shannon," I was caught off guard. I had not practiced talking with a feminine voice.

I simply smiled and breathed a soft, "Hi."

The girl didn't seem to care if I was a woman or not if she did happen to know. She simply directed me to a chair and had me sit down.

"Let's get those boots off then, shall we?" she asked with a very London sounding accent mixed with a slight Chinese slur. I helped her to take off my boots and she went right to work on my feet. She was not phased at all by my ugly feet. She must have seen much worse in her line of work. I could not help but admire the young girl's nails. They were about an inch longer than the end of fingers and each one had a palm tree design on them. She gave me a full pedicure and when she was done with my feet, I barely recognized them. I had pretty toes after all. The skin was sore but soft now. There was no dead skin or marks. The toes were clean and painted a deep shade of pink. While my feet aired out, she started on my fingernails. They were almost as bad as my toenails. When she finished shaping the short nails she coated them with a strong smelling glue and attached false tips onto them. They were pre-painted in a similar deep pink shade as my toes. Through all of this, Maggie and Patricia patiently waited in the chairs flipping pages in fashion magazines, occasionally whispering to one another. When I made eye contact, they just smiled.

"Okay, you look lovely now Shannon," the Chinese bird remarked with an overdone smile. "You come back in a week so I can work on your nails some more, okay?" she added. I nodded. While looking in the mirror at myself the girl was playing with my hair. She took a pick comb and altered it a bit. Lilly ran her long nails down my ears and paused. "How do you feel about pierced ears?"

I gasped. I swallowed and looked over to the women mentors. "I think it is a good idea," Maggie chimed in. Patricia nodded in agreement. I knew that I was having to take a big step and allowed the girl to proceed. I realized that there would be some pain involved but simply tried to remember some of my worst parachute landings or some of the hardest rugby hits I had taken and convinced myself it could not get much worse. When she stuck the needle in, it still was painful enough to make me wince and make the women laugh at my situation. The holes were quickly filled with simple gold studs. Lilly slipped a pair of ankle high nylons over my feet and fitted my boots back on.

Having finished at the salon, we headed for our next stop. "Great work, see you're a natural," Patricia encouraged me. I had my first taste of confidence. The fingernail extensions were proving to be a bit of a problem right away. I found it difficult to do anything. Having extensions beyond my own fingers made me feel handicapped.

The next stop was a shoe store. It was a bit posh and we apparently had no previous appointment. There were three other women shopping in there at the time. A female clerk spotted us and came right over. "Can I help you ladies?" the grey haired bird asked.

Patricia piped up first. "Shannon here would like to see some nines," she told the clerk.

The lady turned to me and asked, "and which pairs would you like to see?" very politely.

I smiled and browsed about with my entourage in tow. I selected a pair of black two inch sandals, a pair of black pumps, white open toe sandals with a three inch heel, and some black lace up ankle boots. The clerk ran and retrieved all the selections in my required size. I tried all of them on and had a walk around in them. I was proud of how well I could parade around in such impractical footwear. The clerk was constantly asking questions on how I felt about the shoes. I replied with short, often one word answers. I found breathing out the words softly the best way to pull it off.

"Right, we'll take the lot," Patricia told the sales woman and handed her a credit card. The bill came to over one hundred fifty quid. Disposing of the ankle stockings, I wore the white sandals out and carried the others along with my boots in a bag. The white shoes showed off my pretty new toenails. I was really beginning to enjoy my look.

We took a break for lunch at a small pub. I was to keep to light meals and settled for a salad just as the other two had. I built up the confidence to place the order myself to the old, balding bar keeper in my best female voice. He did not give me any second looks. Another victory. I did however look ungraceful trying to work the fork with my new claws. I was also worried about the effect on my lipstick that the food was having as well as the glass of water. After the salad, Maggie had me join her going to the lady's room. I felt a bit wicked going in there but it made more sense than using the gent's. She helped me touch up my makeup and soon I looked as stunning as when I started.

We set out for the rest of the afternoon and shopped at half a dozen clothing stores. At each place, I tried on dresses, skirts, tops, jeans, belts, and every other kind of female attire imaginable. I really enjoyed Victoria Secret spending way too much in there. On each occasion, the clerks did not ever give me a second look. Maggie and Patricia seemed to enjoy the day as well. Maggie even picked up a sweater for herself. Patricia presented the credit card at each shop and we left with bags of goodies. It was a poor girl's dream come true. We only stopped briefly for tea.

The three of us returned to my flat with arm loads of shopping bags. The boot of the Saab was full to bursting. We hauled it all upstairs and dropped it all in the middle of the floor. It was thirsty work and we decided that a bottle of ale would not do me much harm. We ordered a pizza to satisfy our hunger.

The next day was more of the same. This time I used the cream on my legs which was nicer than shaving them. I wished my face were as easy. Normally I didn't need to bother shaving my mug every day but I sure did now. I wore a pair of nude hose strapped up to my corset and a grey business skirt. I put on a white blouse and a grey business suit blazer that matched my skirt. I wore the sensible pumps. I had my makeup done and hairpiece on by the time Maggie and Patricia showed up. I was still hating the finger nails. They made every simple think twice as difficult. I could only imagine firing on the ranges.

My escorts were pleased with my wardrobe choice. I put my things, including some makeup into my new Chanel handbag. The three of us went to the Kremlin first to get my new personal documents that I would need for my cover. It involved photos and even the tech made no strange glaces at me. I even got my own credit card. After the paper work was finished we headed into town for some dinner and then more shopping. I was much more comfortable on my second day out.

When the day was done Patricia left immediately and Maggie walked me up. We sat and had a glass of wine and went over my cover story and sorted through my purchases. I had picked out some nice earrings to replace the boring studs that I was wearing. I had a small collection of other jewelry as well. I was quite fond of the ankle bracelets in particular. I was trying on a silver necklace in front of the mirror and was struggling to do up the clasp. "Fecking fingernails!" I complained.

"Here missy, let me give you a hand with that," Maggie said as she slid up behind me. Her body was close to mine and her perfume smelled sweet; much better than mine. Her hands gently did up the clasp. I was watching her in the mirror. She smiled coyly at me. We looked like two beautiful women in the reflection. Her hand caressed the hair away from my ear. "You're a very pretty girl Shannon," she whispered as her soft lips kissed my earlobe. Her tongue glided along its edge to my neck. She kissed the nape of my neck gently. I allowed her to kiss me more aggressively as I watched her. Maggie's hands roamed my body, touching me, squeezing my false boobs. Her body pressed tighter to mine. Her nipples were so hard I could feel them through our clothes and into my back. I was getting hot from her attention and from watching us in the mirror. It was like watching lesbian porn. Maggie slid my jacket off of my shoulders and threw it across the room. She then did the same with her blazer. Her top was unbuttoned low enough to see her frilly pink bra. My cock was beginning to strain against the knickers that I was wearing. Being tucked up, It felt like a swelling. It had no where to go so I just squeezed my thighs together.

Maggie resumed her kisses of my neck and her hands went to my legs. She slid my skirt up my thighs. I could feel the air on my bare upper thighs and the goose bumps rose. She hoisted my skirt up over my hips and then began feeling up my panties and stocking covered legs. I was breathing heavy and began wondering if I would split my new designer underwear. I just let Maggie do as she wished. It was far too erotic to change anything. She slowly unbuttoned my blouse and peeled it off of me. I was still wearing my white corset and looked feminine. She kissed lower down my back, licking me with her wet tongue. It sent a shiver down my spine. Maggie sensed it and giggled.

I was extremely aroused and was ready to roll Maggie over and fuck her senseless but the tease she was pulling on me was the sexiest thing. Her hands reached up to my bum and softly massaged it through my lacy underwear. Her licks reached my armpit and did not stop. My heart was racing. Her fingers hooked around the edges of my knickers and pulled them down off of my bum. I stepped out of them then went back to my position with my hands on the full length mirror for support. My cock easily sprung free and jutted out rather unladylike in front of me. Maggie crouched herself down so that she was resting on her knees behind me. She began slowly kissing my round, white derriere. I was ready to come without my cock even being touched.

Maggie's tongue found the crack of my arse and slowly licked up and down. I arched my back to get closer. I could feel the tip of her tongue making soft little circles around my bottom hole. I never knew a woman could get so naughty. I loved it. I grunted my approval as her tongue stiffened and penetrated my tiny hole. It felt so wonderful. She pushed her face deeper into my bum and her tongue was fully embedded in my rear end. She began using it to fuck me with long wet strokes. My balls were tight and my penis was solid as a rock and standing straight up. I knew that if I touched it or if Maggie did, it would go off right away. She could tell that I was enjoying her tongue work and after five or so minutes pulled it out. She stood up and began kissing the back of my neck again. She pulled her hand up to my face and ran her fingers across my lips. I allowed two of them into my mouth and sucked on them. They got wet with my saliva and she pulled them out. She immediately put her two wet fingers into my bum crack and massaged my hole. I was eager for them and she slowly started pushing them into my tight canal. She used both of them right away and I could feel myself stretch open. It hurt a little but the pleasure was more. When they were fully inside me, I turned my head and kissed Maggie on the lips. She returned my kiss with her musky breath. I didn't care that her tongue was just up my arse. I longingly kissed her.

Maggie used her fingers to fuck me just as if I was a girl. The view in the mirror told me a beautiful lesbian story. I was extremely turned on. I had fantasized about something like this for ages. Maggie slowed herself down and slid her fingers out to the tips. I then felt her inserting another one inside. It stretched me even more and the pain was stronger. Maggie pressed the three middle fingers all the way into my rectum despite my show of discomfort. She held them there for a few minutes allowing my muscle to adjust. I could feel her trying to spread me. It was stinging a bit. Maggie pulled out of me slowly and softly whispered in my ear, "Don't move love, stay right there. I'll be right back." I could barely stand there. My knees were shaking.

The anticipation was over briefly as Maggie returned with a glass of wine for me. I drank it rather quickly. She had a sip from her glass. She had produced a bottle of clear gel from her handbag. She began squirting it on her right hand. And rubbing it between her fingers. It made 'squishing' noises as she did. She then began her ritual of kissing the back of my neck again. I eagerly arched my back to present my bum to her again. Maggie slid her greasy fingers into my crack and easily returned the three fingers all the way inside me. I felt no pain at all. Maggie saw how easily I took them this time and started inserting her pinky finger. I was very glad that her nails were sensibly shorter than mine. I could feel her stretching me again. She started encouraging me, "Yes sweety, your doing so well. You're a good girl. I'm going to make a real woman out of you."

Maggie's four fingers pumped in and out of my tight little back door. She began fucking me faster and faster. I was taking it and soon there was no real pain. I was actually a bit numb. The strain of my cock not being touched was probably worse. She stuck her tongue into my ear and licked me. Maggie was having fun with me and slid her fingers almost all the way out of me again. I thought that she might be finished but she actually just getting started.

Maggie's thumb began sliding into my bum with the rest of her fingers. She slowly pressed in. This was more than my bottom had ever been opened including the time Sean's cock was up there when I was young and stupid. I could feel her knuckles pressing their way in. "Breath baby, breath!" Maggie guided. My head was swimming and I could feel my knees giving out. Maggie pulled me away from the mirror and over to the bed while still keeping three fingers inside me.

She had me lay down on my back. I grabbed my pillow and slipped it under my tail bone to elevate my bottom. She told me to grab my legs and pull my knees up. I did. I loved the silky feel of my stockings and caressed myself. I looked up and my bright red cock was staring at me. If my prick or my tongue were two inches longer I could lick it myself. Maggie knelt between my spread legs. Her fully clothed body had an erotic look against my naked groin. She was extremely sexy. Her brown hair was a bit messy and she glistened slightly with perspiration. She returned to her mission and once again had all five digits inside me pressing up to the ball of her hand. I could see it all now and I could not believe that such a small hole could stretch so much. It really began to hurt again and I closed my eyes and threw my head back. "Come on baby, breath, that's it!" Maggie coached.

"Ughhh!" I screamed as she forced the remainder of her hand into my bum. It suddenly felt easier once the meaty part of her hand was fully in. I looked up and saw Maggie's arm past her wrist gone. Her fist was filling me up. She was smiling like the Cheshire cat. She began moving it up and down. Her hand would come out to the fat part and then plunge back in past her wrist. My eyes watered and my mind dazed. I panted in short breaths. Maggie fist fucked me harder and faster. She was loving it almost as much as I was. We made constant eye contact. Her brown eyes gleamed.

"Look at you now, you're a wee whore aren't ya?" she teased me. I could only grim and take it. I noticed a small dab of come rising on the tip of my cock. The precum was already starting and my cock had yet to be touched. Maggie noticed it too.

"Why you little tart!" she said as she buried her face into my ball sac. She sucked my swollen testicles and licked them as she increased the speed of her fist fuck. The tongue slid up to the base of my cock as she grabbed the shaft with her left hand. I watched as a huge stream of white lave erupted from the angry tip of my cock. The molten sperm flew out in buckets splashing all over my face and into my hair. Some landed on my eye and an enormous amount went straight into my mouth. Maggie pumped out endless streams of the salty white liquid which seemed to go on forever. When my orgasm finished, Maggie gently removed her hand from my tail. It hurt briefly as the meaty part of her hand slipped out.

She lay on top of me and kissed my sticky face. Maggie slowly licked spent sperm from my face and then kissed me lovingly. We snogged softly for a while until my heart calmed down. Not surprisingly, my cock was still erect. My senses were too stimulated to let it go away. Maggie lifted herself up. She pulled off her blouse, and unhooked her bra. Her nipples looked like daggers. She slipped her skirt off and peeled her soaking wet panties away. She left her pretty, black stay up stockings on which I found very erotic. Now that she was more naked than I, she mounted me and easily impaled herself on my steel pole. Her box was so lubricated I could tell that she was enjoying this as much as I was. She bounced up and down on me trying to catch up. Her cunt was burning hot and felt sweet on my stiff member. She used her strong leg muscles to quickly fuck up and down. With a reprise of energy I began fucking back. She was breathing fast and heavy. Her face was flush and her chest glowed red. Her cunt was getting wetter. I could feel it squeeze me.

"Now who's the wee tart?" I joked. Maggie clamped her mouth on mine to shut me up. Her tongue has half way down my throat. She ground her clit onto me and came with a powerful orgasm. Her body quivered and shook. We snogged again while laying side by side for over an hour.

Maggie slept over night with me. In the course of the evening I ate her pussy twice and we managed a fuck again. She also fist fucked me one more time. It was much different than anything we experienced in Belfast.

The next day Maggie left early and told me to get some beauty rest. Before leaving she presented me with a bottle of pills.

"So what the fuck are these then?" I asked.

"They're hormone pills. They can really help with a lot of things. Your body hair and facial hair won't grow in so fast. It will help your body curve out a bit more ladylike as well. Most women going thru menopause take them. They are pretty harmless really. It will help. A lot of men going into transition take them. The effects are prompt but not permanent," she instructed.

I thought, "Feck it, I've gone this far." I read the label for instructions. "So how many do I take?" I asked.

"Two a day, one in the morning and one after tea," Maggie answered. "There will be some side effects to know about. There will be some decrease in your muscle mass and you may get a wee bit emotional now and then. Crying is not uncommon. Think you can handle it?"

"Might as well. I've come this far," I said as I took my first one.

Friday arrived soon enough and I received the call from Dave that a flat in London was ready to move into. I packed up a large suitcase with my new girl clothes and a dressing bag. I loaded my kitbag up with my male street clothes and one uniform. I had a laptop computer to take along with me. The only other important piece of kit I would be taking would be a Biretta 9mm pistol. I couldn't take my motorcycle on this trip.

Mike had returned from London with the van to pick me up. He would already have picked up our signalers, Jeff who was now a Corporal and Smiley Joe, my two friends from Belize. That was by my own request. Maggie would also be coming along for the ride to have a look at the layout.

I had gone through the usual routine of preparing myself as a woman. I had decided to travel, as a woman. It was raining so I picked a pink pullover and a shorter black flared skirt. I wore black stockings and my black boots. It was my first time wearing a new black corset and undergarment set as well. When the van pulled up to my flat, I grabbed one of my bags and headed down. Mike was already standing next to the doors waiting. His eyes bugged out and he shook his head. I started to blush.

"Is that you Blondie?" Mike asked in disbelief. I did a super model twirl while under my umbrella.

"What do you think?" I asked in my practiced female voice. Mike was speechless. "Well, just don't stand there, help me with the rest of my kit," I added in a sterner male voice. He shook his head and proceeded to help me with the other bags.

In the van, I was feeling a bit awkward. Maggie, I was fine with. Jeff and Smiley Joe did not know what to expect, despite a briefing by Maggie. She would have told them that I was going undercover for a mission and would look like a woman but they were still unprepared for what they saw. There was a lot of giggling and taking the piss all the way into London. I figured they could get it out of their system now and then we could get on with the job. It lasted for a few miles then we were able to get on with details of the mission. I was trying to figure out a way to answer a question that I had been asking myself in case it came up which was, "So, if you're going to be undercover as a transvestite, than why do you try to pass as a woman when you're not on the job?"

I figured it would come up and the basic answer was, " A transvestite spends a lot of time and effort trying to blend into society as a woman so if you want to be a tranny, you have to do as they do, which is spend a lot of time and effort trying to blend into society as a woman." Infinitely it come up. Mike was the brave sole who posed it. I gave the stock answer. I said this as I enjoyed the sweet sensation of my nylon stockings on my smooth legs.

Once at the Hammersmith flat, I received the same type of reaction from my two other comrades. I did get a wolf whistle from Eddie which made me blush. Dave did seem a small bit awkward which surprised me, as he was the toughest and coolest bastard that I had ever met. None the less, we got right to business.

The boys had been working on stakeout positions, passwords, routes, camera positions, and a myriad of other spy work. They seemed well prepared. The signals boys got straight to work wiring up our data circuits, encrypted phone lines and hiding cameras and microphones. Maggie helped me sort out my things in the private flat. The flat next door would be the office and home for our team. No one would go in there except us. I would use the small flat as my home for as long as needed.

I found the room cold and impersonal and decided that it would need a feminine touch first chance I could get. We had a brief and Maggie went over some cover details. I would have a part time 'job' working in a video shop in the gay village. It was a front, and I wouldn't actually have to log much time there. It was to just maintain a cover. We also had a review of photographs, biographies, and files of the club employees and some of the regular patrons. No one had yet jumped out as any type of link. We then proceeded to check the routes to and from the Glitter nightclub.

That evening, I put on my dancing shoes, fixed up my makeup and hair and we headed for the club. I was at first shocked. There were so many people. I followed in a few minutes behind Dave. He actually fit in, in a strange way. A large number of patrons were older gentlemen called 'tranny chasers' who came to meet 'gurls' like me. There was also a stock of typical gay boys. A majority of the crowd was made up of cross dressers in all shapes and sizes. Some of them looked almost too real to not be women. Right away I was feeling like a country mouse in the city. The fashion styles and the music were more up to date and metropolitan than I was ready for. Even at age twenty-nine, I was feeling old. The skirts were shorter, the shoes were elevated, and their hair was outrageous. I was feeling a bit intimidated by it all and didn't do much other than have a few drinks. I danced a couple of times with Dave who made a point to come over and check on me. We already had a cover story for us. Dave was to be my 'sugar daddy' which was a bloke who spent money on a 'gurl' buying her presents and drinks in exchange for spending time with them. It wasn't exactly prostitution but not far from it. It at least gave the two of us an excuse to communicate in the large club.

The first night was a bust for sure. I was too nervous to make anything happen, but at least I gained some exposure. Dave had agreed with the others that it had been a success in that aspect when we debriefed. We didn't expect to crack this thing in just one night. I had changed into a flight suit, took off my makeup and tied my hair back for the meeting. I was feeling like I had to show the others that I was still the man they had been working with for years. I don't know why I felt that way but I did.

The next day I started out in guy mode again as we all had breakfast to show them it was still me. After the meeting, I went to my private flat and performed my ritual of becoming a woman. I wore the grey business skirt suit and pumps. I enlisted Eddie as my assistant and went about town buying accessories for my flat to pretty it up. I also hit some trendy clothing stores and ended up with a few new items. I also had a meeting with my new 'employer' at the video store. It was decided that if Maggie or someone else had to meet me covertly or drop any information it would happen there.

That Saturday night I appeared at the Glitter club again. This time I wore a tiny red mini-dress that clung to my figure. I wore black fishnet stockings and platform shoes. I wore my makeup a little more extravagant and teased my hair up a bit higher. I strutted into the disco with more confidence than the night before. I noticed more eyes on me and I made an effort to make eye contact back. There was definitely more attention coming my way. I did not pay for a drink all night. Blokes kept bringing them to me. I was developing a taste for vodka and cranberry. I was asked to dance by a few different blokes and a few of the other tranny girls. If nothing else I was having a damn good time. Who knew work could be so much fun. A lot of fellows tried to chat me up which was good, because that was what we needed. How would I decide however who might be a mass murderer from this bunch. I tried to collect as many names and phone numbers as possible and I gave out my mobile phone number to anyone who asked for it. We had a recorder back at the 'office' that would clip any incoming calls to me and trace its origin.

By the end of the weekend, Jeff and Smiley Joe were finished and headed back to Hereford. They would only be back out if we asked for them. They would not be sent overseas just in case we needed them for anything as we were a priority. It was not necessary for them to stay there with us. They would have nothing to do but to die of boredom. In a pinch I could handle any minor signals problem that popped up. It was my expertise after all.

I spent most of the next week decorating my new home. I made it feel girly. I used lots of pink and black. I managed a queen size bed much to the jealousy of my team mates who had to bunk in cots in the office as we came to call the adjacent flat. I bought a leopard skin duvet and black silk pillows for my bed. The company credit card got a furious workout again. I made regular appearances at Glitter and even met a bloke for coffee one day. He was a shy older guy who was married and wanted something different and more exotic than his wife. After we checked him out, Charlie went on our harmless list.

The pattern went on for a couple more weeks. I shopped so much that my closet was full to bursting with dresses and skirts. My chest of drawers was full with countless pairs of stockings, bras, knickers and girly things. I was shopping in a cross dresser's boutique and came across some breast forms that were more life like than the ones Patricia had supplied me with. I began using them and my premium cleavage was an immediate hit with everyone. I didn't bother with my male clothes at all since that first day. I stayed in girl mode all the time. The one thing that had to go were the false fingernails. They were too difficult to work with and I got rid of them. My own nails were growing in nicely and had some length to them. I could get used to my own. I painted them up daily but could not do the justice that the Chinese girl had. I made a point to go to a local salon and get them painted professionally. While I was there I had a few more pierces added to my ears. All the girls had more than one. If my old RSM from the Paras could see me now he would flip.

One thing I was still having trouble with was what to do next with my contacts. I didn't say anything to anybody but it did not seem right that I was eager to meet these men and not follow up in any way. I felt like a tease. I was in danger of earning that reputation around the club and feared the impact. The lack of progress seemed to be discouraging to the others also. If nothing happened, how long would this assignment go? We had checked out only six guys and they all ended up on our harmless list.

Friday night, I strut about the bar in a tiny denim miniskirt and a pink, short sleeve shirt. My legs are covered in white fishnet stockings and I am wearing pink lace up ankle boots. A new guy, Vince is dancing with me. I liked this guy. He was Asian, a student and had a fabulous male physique. He wore tight black pants and a black silk shirt. He paid a lot of attention to me so I made time with him. He bought me a few drinks which loosened me up. "Here you are Shannon, vodka cranberry," the now familiar barman said.

Mike made his way around to me in the crowded disco a few times to check on me. The three guys in my patrol were now taking turns on this duty as Dave did not want to appear too familiar to me. I winked and let him know that I was fine. I pulled Vince back to the dance floor and we danced close to one another. At one point he pulled me close to him. Our bodies were tightly entwined. He leaned into me and kissed me. I decided that I should let it happen and not worry about what anyone would say. I relaxed my lips and let Vince kiss me. It was sweet and tender. We ended up snogging throughout most of the next three songs. I figured if Mike had any worries I could say I was just doing my duty.

I ended up taking Vince back to my flat. We snogged as we came through the door and I made sure that we ended up in my bedroom. His hands were soft and they roamed all over my backside and my legs. Vince's kisses traveled down my neck making me hot with lust. I made sure to kill the power on the remote camera in the room so that my friends would not see what would happen next. The rest of the evening would just be between Vince and me.

My Asian stud was an excellent lover. I loved his smooth cock and made sure it received lots of oral attention. He also was skillful in slowly penetrating my anal passage. He used lubricant and I barely felt any pain. I silently blessed Maggie for the indoctrination she had given my bum. Vince left before the night was over and I was genuinely sad to see him go. A bum full of warm sperm was the only reminder he would leave.

The boys had a few photos to go by from one of the other hidden cameras and some other clues. Vince checked out and went to the harmless list. It was a bit disappointing because I would have no good excuses to see him again. The next night fallowed a similar pattern to the night before. The next fellow was a thirty year old blond hair bloke named Carl. Carl was more aggressive than Vince and he couldn't wait when we got to his car. He unzipped his pants and had me suck his cock right there outside the club. His hand grabbed my hair and practically forced me to deep throat his tool. I felt dangerous and dirty at the same time. After blowing his load in my stomach he drove me to my flat and took me up for a fuck. I had the camera off again but the guys must have clued in by now that I was doing more than just chatting with my contacts.

Hereford, October 2000

 

I felt strangely odd standing on the range with my three team mates. They all looked normal on the pistol range in their camouflage uniforms. I was in uniform too but it did not fit like it used to. My body was changing and I honestly looked like a girl trying to dress like a man. Even worse, my hair was so long that I could not hide it all in a ponytail or up under a hat as I was trying to do. Even without makeup, my face was smoother and softer than it used to be and my adams apple had disappeared. My shooting skills seemed to have declined from before. Lack of practice was a problem. Being undercover in London left few opportunities for range time. Dave arranged for a trip back to Hereford once every two weeks or so. We would spend a day then head back to the city. While we were here, I would keep a low profile and avoid contact with the others. We would still have to be ready to deploy to Afghanistan at any time. The other blokes in the Troop were restless waiting for the chance to go over.

We had heard about some of the success of the other Troops already in northern Afghanistan. They had managed to forge an alliance between the northern tribes and were supplying them with arms and training. Since they began, the Northern Alliance had solidified its positions and in some cases taken back ground they had previously lost to the Taliban army. The Taliban was having its share of bad luck due to some fine work by our Mountain Troop boys reporting their every move to the Northern Alliance as well as creating some 'accidents' behind the lines.

It was good news but it only made us feel more useless for our lack of progress. I was genuinely worried that Operation Stiletto would be scrubbed completely. It would be a shame if it did because I was having the time of my life so far. "You're not fucking focusing Blondie," Dave cursed at me. It was true, I was more worried about breaking another fingernail than on grouping my shots. I had already cut my chin shaving earlier and it was turning into a bad day for me. As I tried to shake the comment off, I felt a tear in my eye and had to suppress a cry. I couldn't understand why I was so emotional. It was not like me. Maggie had said that the hormone pills might have that effect on me. I concentrated harder and tightened up my grouping on the paper target.

When I met up with Maggie later that afternoon, she noticed my shaving scar and made a call to book a hair removal appointment. It would mean another week out of action as a woman but at least I would be fresh for the important Halloween season. Halloween was the high holiday for transvestites around the world. After the laser work on my face, it swelled up and was red like a bad sunburn. It took most of the week to recover. We ended up staying in Hereford a few extra days because of that so I worked on my marksmanship by day and Maggie worked on me by night. Our liaisons were wonderful whenever we could squeeze them in.

At last we ended up back in London. I had twenty messages waiting for me. Shannon had lots of friends and lovers. I had been with more than a dozen different men, some, like Vince, more than once. I had also made a few playmates with other trannies. I would get around to calling them back when I could. I felt like I was home again in my feminine flat with my dress on and hair down. My hair was now longer than the middle of my back and the front had grown long enough that I didn't require extensions anymore. It was quite wavy with long natural blond curls on the ends. As many London women looked on at me with jealousy as men did with lust.

I enjoyed a long bath then dressed up for the evening. I selected a tight little black dress made from velvet with long transparent nylon sleeves. I had a new pair of black silk stockings with seems up the backs and put them over my smooth legs. I slipped on my open toe, four inch spike heels that had an ankle strap on them. I chose white pearls and matching earrings. My nails and lips I colored blood red. I hardly needed a corset anymore for my figure but I liked wearing it anyway as it made me feel naughty and had suspenders built in for my stockings. After doing a good tuck I slipped the dress on and paraded through the joining door to the office flat.

"Well boys, how do I look?" I asked as I twirled like a fashion model. I was using my fem voice which I had mastered by now. I felt more comfortable talking this way and had to concentrate to drop my voice down. They all had a long look. Eddie just smiled and nodded. Mike was keen enough to whistle his approval.

"If your ready, we'll get moving," Dave said in an abrupt manner and looked away from me. I wondered what his problem was. I figured that he was just stressed about the mission. He may have heard more than we did back in Hereford. We didn't talk much on the ride to Glitter. Dave drove while I fussed with my hair.

"Shannon, how the fuck are you?" the doorman asked.

"Shannon, sweety, where have you been? We all missed you so much," was the reception I received from the club owner Gerry.

"Sorry, had to go back over the water, see me Mom, don't ya know," I replied. Before I could even ask, a vodka and cranberry appeared out of nowhere.

Another 'sister' Susan came over and hugged me like I had been gone for years. "Oh, you bitch! I missed you. I left you three messages," she tormented.

"I know princess, I had to go back home for a wee bit, I'm sorry," I told her.

"Look at you," she went on with her over done tranny act. She held me back and examined me some more. "You skinny bitch, did you loose weight?" I shook my head. "No really, there is something different about you, what is it?" Susan continued. I slowly slid my hand across my face. There was a pause and Susan looked confused.

"I had my facial hair removed," I quietly confessed.

"Oh, you lucky bitch!" Susan exclaimed. "How did you ever pay for that?"

"Let's just say, a certain gentleman friend of mine didn't like whisker rubs in the morning and paid for it himself," I lied to her as I looked over toward Dave who was off on his own near the other end of the club.

"I wish I had a sugar daddy that resourceful," she remarked with jealousy. I looked over at Dave who was obviously separating himself from me so that I could mingle. Susan and I chatted at the bar for a while. She caught me up on all the latest gossip. Soon we were approached by another 'gurl' whom I did not recognize. She was tall, with a perfect figure, smooth shapely legs, long brown hair and a deep, dark tan. She appeared to have spent a lot of time out in the sun.

"Susan, you left me out there on the dance floor alone with that little twerp Carl! How dare you?" the sexy tranny chastised. She stole glances at me and noticed me staring at her.

"Oh sorry, Marila, I would like to introduce my special friend Shannon," Susan said. 'Special friend' was code for, 'we have had sex together' in tranny talk.

"Nice to meet you Shannon, I am Marila," the beauty politely spoke while gently shaking my hand. "You're a new girl here," she stated as if she owned the place.

"Been here a few months now, never seen you before," I replied.

Susan jumped into the conversation. "Well, Marila has been away for like a year in Egypt or some place like that with her boyfriend..."

"Ex! Ex-boyfriend, thank you," Marila interjected. "Anyways, I don't want to talk about that lowlife bastard right now. I just want to drink, dance and party my ass off!" this stunning dark haired creature enticed. She was fit, a bit taller than me, but her figure was perfect, as were her facial features. Her low slung baby blue dress revealed what appeared to be real breasts. I guessed that she had implants. I was impressed if nothing else. Her dark blue eyes kept looking me over and she seemed pleased.

"I'll dance with you, love," I quickly offered. Marila seemed glad and took my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor. I tried to hold in my shock and disbelief. Had I really hit the jackpot? How was I going to play this one? How could this one have slipped past the slime crew?

Dave had noticed our new friend and was eyeing her closely as I was. I had to let him now about my great discovery. As luck would have it, Marila spotted him too. "Hey Shannon, hot stud checking us out at ten o'clock," she said, even though Dave was closer to three o'clock.

"I know him," I answered. "Donny is my sugar daddy. He bought me this necklace and these earrings," I added. I wanted Dave to meet her too. I crooked my finger to Dave, signaling him to join us. He played his bit and came over to us, trying his best to dance to the disco beat. He really looked comically awkward. I tried to introduce Marila to him on the floor but it was too loud. "Buy us girls a drink Donny?" I asked as I winked and gave him a peck on his cheek.

We made our way back to the bar and 'Donny' offered to buy us a round. I was quick to introduce my new friend to Dave. "Sweety, this is my new friend Marila. Marila has just come back from a long vacation in Egypt. Doesn't that sound exciting?" I told him.

Dave's eyes seemed to light up. He got the jackpot look in eyes too. Trying to contain himself, he managed a few words. "Egypt, fascinating, I have always wanted to go there. Where did you stay? Cairo?" he pried.

"Alexandria, actually," Marila answered.

"Did you have a house, a hotel, living with a friend?" he investigated at an irritating pace.

"Look, I don't want to talk about fucking Egypt right now, I am happy to be home finally, and just want to party," Marila finally rejected. I squeezed Dave's knee as to tell him to back off. We didn't want to blow it. I gave him a cold stare.

"Ya, mister Alan Quartermane, give the girl a break. Be a good boy and set us up with some more drinks," I scolded. We continued drinking and talking about off topic things. We danced some more and tried to make a friend of our great find. I noticed that Dave had pulled out his camera phone and took a few pictures of Marila without her knowledge. I was throwing distractions at the time. Dave would be sending them back to the office for processing. Hopefully Eddie and Mike would be feeding them into the intelligence database. At one point in the evening, Marila had allowed Carl to join our party. She didn't seem to mind his company after a few drinks. I knew that he was a sweetheart and had a few months back actually had sex with him once. He was alright.

"Shannon, need to use the ladies room?" Marila asked me at one point later in the night. I didn't hesitate and fallowed her to the loo. I didn't have to pee but I sensed she wanted a conversation. "Girlfriend, you're a great bit of fun," she started. "Carl has invited me up to his hotel room. I was thinking of taking him up on it," she added.

"Oh great, ya, I think he is actually very sweet. You'll be alright with him," I coached.

"Sure, but I would feel better if you and your boyfriend would come with us. He says he has some excellent pot," she tried to encourage me.

"Well, ya, I'll ask Donny but I think it sounds like fun, private party like," I agreed. It was a great opportunity to get to know her more.

"Sure, but just so we are clear. I only do guys. No offence darling, because you are a major hottie, it's just me, I have to be the girl and have a man," she told me, trying to lay out some ground rules. She continued, " ...and even though I think he is smoking hot, I won't try to get between you and your boyfriend." I smiled and gave her a sisterly hug. We touched up our makeup and returned to the bar where Dave and Carl were making small talk and making short work of a couple pints.

I told Dave about Marila's idea and he eagerly agreed. I hoped that in our absence, he had made a phone call to the office and got the ball rolling. The four of us grabbed a taxi and headed uptown. I forced Dave to put his arm around me and start acting like an interested boyfriend. I snuggled up closely to him and he seemed to take the hint. By the time we arrived at the hotel, his hand had found my stockinged leg and was caressing it.

Up in Carl's room, Marila began rolling a joint. It was all a bit weird and Dave and I were both apprehensive but Carl poured a few drinks from his bar service. Before long Marila was opening up to Carl's advances and he had a hand up her dress. They began kissing and mucking around as Dave took a drag on the joint. We passed it back and forth a few times until I noticed that Marila was watching 'Donny' and I. We didn't appear to be an intimate couple and I could sense her desire to watch us. Probably not overly enthusiastic about her own date, she voyeuristically was looking for inspiration. She wanted a show and I really did not want to disappoint her. I looked into Dave's blue eyes and tried to connect. He sensed it too but began to pull back from me a little. I could feel his panic.

"Are you two even a couple?" Marila asked while Carl nibbled on the nape of her neck.

I looked back to Dave again with a demanding stare. He knew he had no choice in the matter. I slowly climbed up onto his lap and inched my face closer to his. Dave was shaking like a leaf and sweat rolled off of his brow. He was tremendously nervous. It was the first time I had ever seen him like that. I softly pressed my lips to his. It was very gentle. I just wanted him to go through with the act. He was stiff, but I continued kissing him. He sucked in his breath and I was worried that he might throw up. That would not have been pretty.

Instead, Dave opened his mouth and began kissing me back. He really began kissing me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I spread my legs and straddled his lap. Dave's tongue probed into my open mouth. I sucked hard on it as my body melted. He was so passionate I could not believe he was acting. Soon I began not caring if he was or not. Our snogging got hot and heavy. His tongue continued exploring my mouth as his hands explored my legs and my arse. By then, my dress had ridden up to my hips and my stocking tops were exposed as were my french cut knickers. Dave's hands roamed freely over my body. I imagined we were giving a pretty good show now. We snogged for a long time and Dave's passion only grew stronger. I restlessly tried to press by body closer to his. From the friction I began to feel something pressing against my leg. Dave was getting an erection. It was a good one too. Its bulk was evident. I rubbed my soft stocking covered leg against it trying to encourage its growth. Meanwhile, I was aggressively sucking up and down on Dave's long tongue. He really seemed to like it. I could feel one of Dave's hands feeling up under the leg of my nickers and grab a handful of my bare bum.

We were so hot and had been lip-locked for so long that I had all but forgotten about my audience. I curiously looked over and noticed that Marila had taken off Carl's trousers and was orally servicing his moderate sized penis. Dave saw it too and suddenly reached down to unzip his own trousers. Surprised, I looked Dave closely in the eye. He suddenly realized that he was pushing it a bit too far. He stopped and shook his head whispering to me, "I'm sorry."

It was too cute to let go so I put my lips to Dave's and told him, " Shhhh, it's okay baby!" and I reached down into his lap and grabbed hold of his throbbing piece of meat. It was a real big slab of beef for sure. I could barely get my hand around it. I never knew that Dave had such a massive gift. It was smooth but thick and easily ten inches long. It was burning hot from being confined for so long as well. Now, stroking it with both my hands, I began to get a shiver up my spine. Dave pressed his mouth again and we continued our wet snog. I stopped only briefly to admire Dave's exceptional tool. His cock head was pinky purple when the foreskin rolled off of it. Dave sucked on my earlobes and my neck while I stroked it to maximum hardness. Then I felt drawn to it. I had to get closer.

I lowered my head to Dave's lap and came face to face with his mighty scepter. My mouth was wet from kissing and I ran my lips around the head, covering it with saliva. My tongue began licking it all over like a lollipop. Soon I had Dave's cock all shiny wet. I could not resist any longer and looked up into Dave's eyes. He looked happier than I had ever seen him. I smiled and he did too. With that, I opened my jaw as wide as I could and engulfed his cock. I sucked up and down with long, slow stokes. Despite his massive size, I was able to go quite deep. My throat was wet and I let it slide all the way in. If Dave did not know that I was a talented cocksucker before, he sure knew then.

The blow job lasted a long time. Dave was no rookie and could hold back his orgasm like a pro. I did eventually get a stream of semen from the tip of his cock that I licked up and savored in my mouth. Dave pulled me up to him and kissed me aggressively. It was delightful.

"Fucking hell, you two are hot," I heard Marila shout. She was obviously enjoying the show. I looked over to the other bed in the room and noticed that both her and Carl were naked. They were laying in a sixty-nine fashion but not doing much. Marila had traces of semen on her chin and she was slowly wanking Carl's cock. Her tits were on display and my suspicion that she had implants was confirmed. He was enjoying it and it appeared that he had brought Marila off as well. Her penis was soft and wet from seeing action.

"Oh, Donny boy, you have to fuck that princess. I want to see you do her good," our new friend encouraged. I needed only to look at Dave's deep blue lenses and could tell how bad he wanted it too. I certainly wanted it. My bum was already getting a full massage from Dave. I reached down and pulled off my knickers. My suffocated cock sprang up immediately and raised the front of my skirt. Dave's hands went right to the crack in my arse. He was probing with his fingers for the hole. I could tell he had never done this before. I pulled a bottle of clear lubricant from my purse and applied some to my fingers. I moved Dave's fingers aside and shoved three fingers inside my love canal. I pulled to stretch the muscle as I had before with Maggie. I then used my greasy hand to lubricate Dave's cock and could not resist giving it another long suck.

Carefully, I climbed up onto Dave's lap again and leaned into him. I grabbed hold of his lumber and positioned it against my bum hole. Slowly I allowed my ring to expand and open wide enough to take the girth of thick beast. Once fully stretched open, I eased my weight down onto Dave's cock until it was fully home. The curved surface of his balls rested up against the base of my spine. Slowly I raised up the full length and then squatted back down on it again. Dave had hold of my hips for stability but I controlled the tempo of our fuck. We started to build a rhythm and had a nice passionate fuck going. Dave wanted to kiss me again so we shared a sweet snog while his cock continued to impale my back passage. We fucked long and slow for about twenty minutes. While doing this Dave grabbed hold of my cock and slowly stroked it. I was close to coming myself. Our friction had made it rub between our bodies. I almost bit off Dave's lip as my orgasm built up inside me. I fucked harder and faster. Dave thrust his cock all the way up inside me and unloaded the contents from his ballocks into my colon. I could feel the warm, wet sensation filling me up. I could not hold out any longer and unleashed my own load into Dave's hand. We softly kissed as we both came down from our sexual high.

Our performance warranted an applause and great cheering from our spectators. "I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," Dave confessed to me with a whisper. I was stunned but no longer surprised by his comment. I rewarded him with another full kiss as I let his cock slip from my bum.

After recovering from our sexual performance and cleaning up, Dave and I got dressed. My cock was getting thick again and stuffing it into my lacy briefs was a task. I was sad to see Dave's huge member disappear behind his zipper. Marila and I exchanged phone numbers and I asked if she would join me for lunch the next day. When she agreed, Dave and I left as Marila and Carl fell asleep.

Dave kept his strong arm around me as we waited out front for a taxi in the brisk night air. We were both still excited about our evening. We even made out like teenagers while we waited. After jumping in the taxi I snuggled up close to my lover. I could see the outline of his erection in his pants. I looked at him. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

"You that daring? I don't think so," Dave dared.

"Oh ya, how long until we get back to the flat?" I replied.

"Twenty minutes, I estimate," he threw out.

"Sure, I best be getting busy then," I said as I unzipped his fly and pulled out his big unit. I engulfed his meaty cock in one smooth motion.

"Hey, no funny stuff allowed in the taxi!" the Hindu driver ordered.

"Shut up and just bloody drive, there's a ten quid tip at the end of the ride," Dave flung back. The driver kept on going as I gave Dave some world class head all the way home. About one block away from the flat Dave shot a massive load of sperm into my mouth which I swallowed proudly without spilling a drop.

"So what have you got?" Dave asked the boys shortly after returning to the flat. I went immediately to the water closet to clean up and change into a sensible pair of pink silk pajamas. When I returned I got the full brief.

"Marila Fox, alias Bradley Cooper, born in Birmingham, England 1971. Parents still living there. One year university at Cambridge. Worked in hair salon, six years in Fulton, London. Had name changed legally to Marila Fox in 1997. Owns a passport, been to Spain three times, France four times and most recently made a trip to Egypt in December 1999. Pays taxes and no criminal record," came the brief description from Mike.

"You got all that in five hours? I'm impressed," Dave complimented.

"Actually, we forwarded the photos and information to Maggie right away, her people turned up the data and sent it back here half an hour ago," confessed Eddie.

I interjected, "Either way, I think that this girl is our missing link. I don't know how dirty Marila is in all this, but she did mention a boyfriend. This boyfriend might be Egyptian She didn't gives us any more than that for now, but I hope to get more from her at our next meeting."

"So what did you talk about for five hours?" Eddie asked. I started blushing and looked over to Dave. He turned to the window to hide his face.

"Why don't you have any fucking brew on?" Dave asked forcefully while looking away. There was a brief silence, but Eddie knew better than to pry any further.

"I'll go make some," I quickly jumped in and hastily made a pot of tea. That was the end of that conversation.

 

Fox and Pheasant Pub, London

It was my third meeting with Marila in the past week. I already had her do my hair which turned out perfectly. In a few short days we were becoming good friends. We were having lunch at a local pub and I was hoping she would finally open up about Egypt.

"You're so lucky to have a guy like Donny, Shannon," she remarked.

"Sure enough, I've had my fair share of bad ones too, don't ya know," I replied.

"Well I bet none of them were as bad as Fucker," Marila challenged.

"Why do you call him Fucker?" I asked.

"Well, his real name is Faquir, Ras Faquir. After a while I just called him Fucker," she explained. Now I had a name, so I tactfully pried for more.

"Faquir, that name sounds familiar, where would I know him from?" I asked.

"Don't know really. His company makes electric motors for trains and such but he isn't famous or anything," she told me.

"Just one of those names I guess. So did you meet him when you were vacationing in Egypt?" I went on.

"No, he was hanging out at the club while he was in London on business. Fancies lady-boys, he does," Marila noted.

"Strange, never thought of Gypos as that type. Is he married? is he out?" I inquired.

"No, not married, just likes girls like us. His culture frowns heavily on it but he doesn't seem to care. His friends were nothing like him. They didn't like his obsession but they put up with him because of his money," Marila hinted.

"You met his friends? Was that here or when you got over there?" I continued.

"I only met a couple of his friends here, more like business than friends. They had meetings at the club which made the other men piss and moan. Even Fucker's body guard hated going into Glitter," she said.

"He even had a body guard? Wow, he must be really important," I joked.

"Well he thinks he is, stupid wanker! I hope I never see that fucking prick ever again," Marila finished as a blood vessel was ready to burst in her head from getting so worked up.

We finished our lunch and I headed back to the flat with the tape recording I had made of our conversation. We replayed the conversation and started searching for more information. "Good girl, well done!" Dave exclaimed. I noted that he was referring to me as a girl much more often. When he knew no one was watching he would wink at me. He wanted us to keep our carnal activities to ourselves. Keeping secrets within the team is a recipe for trouble but I had to respect it as I had been doing the same thing all along. It was difficult for the two of us to find private time together but when we did the fireworks went off. Dave screwed me in the ally behind Club Glitter. I sucked his cock in the car whenever we would go out for a drive anywhere. It was not just a one night fling. There was serious passion between us and I was wondering how long it would take Eddie and Mike to catch on, if they hadn't already.

A few days later we were having a meeting in the office with Maggie. Ras Faquir was indeed a wealthy industrialist based in Alexandria. He had no profile in Interpol prior to that day. Agents were already being sent to Egypt to spy on Faquir. It was apparent that he must be the link to al Qaeda. I wondered if those events would mean that our mission was complete and we would have to pack everything in. It was a frightening thought. I really didn't want it to end. As it turned out, our orders were to keep on the mission. We were to continue the close ties to Marila and try to get as much information from her as we could and to protect her if necessary.

The next month was business as usual. The only exceptions were for a few weeks, Eddie and Mike flew over to Egypt to get a lay of the land around Faquir's home. They went on watch with some of the MI6 agents. Both Eddie and Mike could easily fit in while in Egypt. With clothes to fit their roles, their dark complections were ideal. They took pictures of his compound and his offices. If we all had to go there, they would have a good feel of the ground. It was highly possible that a hit could be ordered. It was more likely that HQ would want to see if we could link him to Osama Bin Laden or to the Taliban leadership. The best thing about the two of them being away was that Dave got a chance to sleep in bed with me. We spent every night in my private flat, fucking until the sun came up. Most days I would wake up finding us laying in a sixty nine position with Dave's monster cock in my face. I made sure he was properly awoken with a good blowjob. I could never get tired of sucking Dave's mammoth cock.

Eddie and Mike returned by mid December. Mike was browner than ever. They were happy to be home. Egypt is not a hostile country but it isn't the friendliest either. They talked about how rude and rough people were and described how shitty it was for anyone without money. They brought back a wealth of information about Alexandria and Faquir's business which would help us later on. Once again, the holidays were tense. The entire Troop was on alert status and had to be ready to assist in any domestic crises. For two weeks, we could not go out clubbing or having any fun. We made a few trips back and forth to Hereford for range training and exercises. I felt very weird wearing a uniform or even men's clothes. I did my best to keep a low profile whenever we were on base. One thing I did was visit the quartermaster and picked up a women's combat uniform. I found that it fit my curvy body much better and looked more natural.

My body had changed a lot in the months I had been taking the pills. My legs were soft and sexy. My bum was nice and round. I had hip definition and a tiny waist. My shoulders had become smaller as well as my arms. I had also developed small breasts. I used my soft feminine voice all the time and I had to work to sound like a man. My trademark hair was long and beautiful. I could strut down any London street and never raise suspicion of my true gender.

The next big break came shortly after New Years. Marila had been upset and came to see me. Faquir had contacted her and told her that he was coming to London to see her. She was perplexed because she didn't know what to do. She feared that Faquir would have her killed. She confided in me as a best friend and I felt worried and sympathetic to her. The practical side of me answered, "If he really wanted to kill you sweety, he wouldn't warn you by telling you that he was coming." It didn't help her much. The crying continued for what seemed like hours. Then I spoke out of turn. "You know love, I might be able to ask my aunt over the water if she could put you up until this Faquir leaves the country," I said.

"Really? You would do that for me?" the wailing Marila choked. "I really am afraid he will do me in."

I hugged my tranny sister and patted her head. "You'll be all right sweety, trust me," I reassured her. "When exactly did he say he would be here? Did he say how he was traveling?"

"He could be here in a couple of days. He said he was making a trip to America first and was stopping here on his way back," Marila added. This information was vital and I had to pass it up quickly.

"I'll telephone my aunt tonight. Just drop the video store in the afternoon tomorrow and I'll let you know the details," I told her. Later that day after Marila left, I called Maggie and asked if she could help out our friend. It was short notice but so much of our operation was riding on it. Maggie said that she could probably pull it off without compromising the mission. The other information was more urgent. If Faquir had traveled to the United States, then he was likely to be up to no good over there. It was cause enough for concern.

The intelligence reports came in soon after. The day before, Faquir left Egypt for Paris, then took a flight to Boston the same day. MI6 had to contact the CIA in the US and let them know that Faquir had been added to our list of suspected links to al Qaeda. What the Yanks did with the info was up them but we hoped that they would just watch him and not detain him. If he thought that he was being watched he might just wind up a dead end and the entire mission would fail.

The next day Marila dropped into the video store where I gave her the good news about my aunt. I told her that my aunt was wiring me the money for a ticket and would give her a place to stay in Belfast for as long as she needed. She had already received another message from Faquir who had managed to find out her number despite her getting a brand new cell phone when she returned from Egypt. He was obviously resourceful. He said that he would be in London in two days time. I drove Marila out to Heathrow and we got her on the earliest flight possible to Belfast. Maggie had gone on ahead to act as my 'aunt' and watch out for her. MI6 agents would be watching Marila from a distance on the flight for extra security even though she would not be aware of it.

With Marila safely tucked away in Belfast, we could all focus on Faquir. Sure enough, he arrived from the US and he passed customs without any troubles. The Americans told MI6 that they let him pass without any trouble in the hopes that we would be keeping an eye on him. They had not been overly worried about him because he had previously never shown up on any of the usual nets. Our MI6 agents started watching him from the moment he landed and reported back to Dave at our London command post. As it turned out, Faquir booked a room at a five star hotel in west London not far from Hammersmith. The agents reported that the suspect was accompanied by two men. Eddie and Mike made a trip to the hotel to have a look at them. They were careful to blend in with the crowd. They were identified as Ramhire and Mohammed. Both men were employees of Faquir's company and Eddie noticed that they were both personal bodyguards that they had seen while in Egypt.

As a preparation, we had called in the service of our two signals operators. Jeff and Smiley Joe were ready to intercept any of Faquir's transmissions. They got themselves into the hotel and set up a telephone tap on Faquir's room and hacked into the hotel's internet server. That way, Smiley Joe could intercept any email transmissions. As luck would have it, Faquir did send some messages out. They cross checked the addresses and found most were being sent back to his office in Alexandria. One message was sent to a local address which sparked our interest. Jeff called and told us that he couldn't understand the messages and sent us copies of the text to our laptop. At first it appeared to be in a scrabbled code but I had an idea. I took the text and converted it to Arabic script. It worked and the message was sent in plain language but had to be translated from Arabic. Luckily, I was well versed in Arabic by that time and could understand it. Dave was already way ahead of me.

The message called for the receiver to meet Faquir at Club Glitter on Thursday, the next day, at 1800 hours. He also attempted to phone Marila's mobile phone several times but she had already dumped it the day before. I sat back patiently and waited to see what his next move would be. We definitely wanted to get our hands or at least our eyes on the new recruit that Faquir would be meeting. Dave immediately started planning the set up for the club. Later when all of us were together, we would have a Chinese parliament to iron out details.

Outside Club Glitter, Jeff and Smiley Joe would monitor the cell phone interceptor and inside Mike and Eddie would be strategically positioned to fire shots if necessary. Dave would be close by, wandering around ready to jump in if needed. With two professional bodyguards, our guys would have be at our best not to be suspected. They would all be armed. I would not be carrying a weapon but we later decided to sneak in a tiny .22 Derringer pistol and tape it up under the billiards table. If needed, myself or one of the others would retrieve it. I would however carry a digital recorder that was imbedded in my mobile. We had no intention of creating a blood bath but in the SAS if a firefight starts, we will always win it. Always out gunning our opponents is a fundamental principal we have.

My biggest worry the next day wasn't the plan or risk but what I was going to wear. I studied my wardrobe all day trying to find the right outfit to entice an Arab tranny chaser. I finally picked out a dark grey, scoop neck cashmere sweater that fitted snug to my body with a mid thigh grey, pleated kilt. I wore black stockings to compliment the outfit and wore my black, lace up ankle boots to go with it. I looked like an oxford slut but I needed an eye catcher that looked slightly refined.

Mike and Eddie arrived ninety minutes ahead of time. I walked in thirty minutes ahead and Dave waited for the targets before entering. We all kept watch until the clock read eight o'clock. For the first time I had eyes on Faquir. He was short but still slightly taller than me. He was over weight and half bald. His bushy moustache made him look a bit like Stalin. Not the most attractive man in the world. He dressed well however. He wore a navy blue, tailored suit with a crisp white shirt. His body guards were a menacing looking pair and they made short work of casing the place out. Being Thursday and early, it was not crowded. There were barely twenty people in the whole place. The music was not cranked up yet either. That was probably why Faquir picked the time. When one of the body guards looked me over I smiled and said hello. I had to play the flirt. Eddie was over by a pay telephone carrying on a fake conversation and Mike was playing a game of billiards. I was close by and made like I was watching his game while sipping on my cranberry and vodka drink. There were not many other gurls in there so the competition was weak. Faquir talked with the bartender and showed him something that turned out to be a photograph. While he was engaged in conversation Dave approached as close as he could without looking suspicious and ordered a drink from the bar. I picked up a cue stick and began playing a game of billiards with the stranger who had just beat Mike. I found playing a game of billiards a good way to work the body and to show off. Bending over and stretching for shots as well as sitting side saddle to make a shot were great tease moves. While not shooting, I made sure to play with my hair. Faquir had made his way around the staff showing the photo but looked like he came up empty.

Before long, the chubby Egyptian noticed me. I made sure to make eye contact and smile. I then went back to playing my game. I put even more effort into posing while making my shots. After winning I gave up my cue to Mike and sat alone to sip my drink. At that point, the fish took the bait.

"Hello my dear, my name is Ras. How are you this evening?" the foreign man asked.

I put on my best smile and tried to look coy. "I'm wonderful darlin but I might be getting a bit thirsty, since you're askin," I answered in my most flirtatious voice. I made sure to bat my highly decorated green eyes for effect. Faquir snapped his fingers at the barkeeper and demanded a drink for me like a real big shot.

"What is your name pretty lady?" he continued.

"Sure, Shannon's my name. Thank you for the drink kind sir," I told him.

"And you are a...uhmm, special girl, this is true Miss Shannon?" he politely asked.

I giggled like a little girl. "Yes, of course I am. I'm in here, aren't I?" I said.

"Yes, yes of course, but you look so much like a real woman, it was hard to tell for me," Faquir complimented, working his charm.

"You talk differently, are you from other place?" he asked me in his strained English.

"I'm Irish actually, sure as I am," I replied.

"Oh yes, Irish. Very good!" he said. "So are you just visiting in London?" he continued to flirt as I sipped my fresh drink.

"I'm living here going on seven months now, working in the city," my story came out.

Just then Faquir pulled out his picture that he had been showing around. It was a photo of Marila. I took it and examined it. It was taken in Egypt as judging by the background. "Do you know this girl, have you seen her before?" he asked in a serious tone. I looked it over again and haded it back.

"I don't know," I answered vaguely. I looked away.

"It's okay, she is a friend, I have some money for her and was hoping to see her and give her the money, that's all," he lied to me.

I tried to look disappointed. "Oh, and I thought you were interested in me," I said. It worked. He began back pedaling.

"Shannon, you misunderstood me. She means nothing to me. I just wanted to give her the money because I am a nice gentleman and I pay my debts. She worked for me before. I haven't been able to find her. Have you seen her?" he asked again. Time for the act.

"Well, I'll tell you this much. That bitch still owes me money. I met Marila a few weeks back. She seemed nice at first, then borrowed two hundred quid to pay her rent. She said that she would pay me back in a week but I haven't seen that twat since," I told him.

"Do you know where she went?" he asked enthusiastically.

"If I knew where she was at, I would hunt her down myself, I would," I trumpeted. I then polished off the rest of my drink.

"I'm am sorry that I upset you Shannon, will you have a dance with me?" Faquir asked charmingly. I blushed coyly and joined him for a dance. With my heels I was about an inch taller but it was alright. For a little foreign gypo, he wasn't a bad dancer. After dancing a while I asked for another drink.

"My dear, this place has inferior drink. Please, come to my hotel. The spirits there are the finest. Also, I feel that I should pay you this Marila's debt. I would be happy to give it you," Faquir made his play. I smiled and gave an affirmative nod. Dave would have seen this and figured out what was happening. Just as I took Faquir by the arm, Dave stumbled past me, bumping into my elbow.

"Oh, I am so sorry miss, are you okay?" Dave asked in an overdone gay voice that went well with his pink shirt.

"I'm fine sweety, no worries at all," I answered as I winked. He had a serious worried look on his face.

"Watch yourself you idiot," Faquir piped in playing the tough guy. If he only knew how fast Dave could tear him apart with his bare hands. I gave Faquir a peck on the cheek, making him feel proud as we left the club. Dave and the others would surely follow after the coast was clear of body guards. It was upsetting that we did not see him make his contact. Maybe he would try again.

In the car we raced back to the hotel. Faquir formally introduced me to his employees, Ramhire and Mohammed. Faquir made a brief cell phone call from the car. He talked in Arabic but I understood. He spoke briefly to someone and told him to meet at the hotel. It was over quickly. I imagined that since it was so brief and we were moving, it would be hard for our boys to catch it. I hoped that they did. At the luxury hotel, myself, Faquir and his two henchmen boarded the elevator. I noticed that Ramhire had carried in a briefcase from the car. In the elevator I used the reflection to touch up my makeup. The door opened on the second floor and another man entered. I didn't pay too much attention to him as he minded his own business. He got off on the fifth floor without saying a word. The strange thing was that I noticed the man carrying the same briefcase off of the elevator. I looked down at the floor and Ramhire and noticed that his case was missing. Either they had just been robbed or that man was the contact. I fought the urge to say something right there. Instead, I tried to recall what the man looked like. He was taller than six foot, muscled, at least fifteen stone. He had an Arabic look to him with a bushy grey moustache and salt and pepper hair. He was wearing an ugly plaid suit.

Up on the penthouse floor, we entered Faquir's suite. It had all the trimmings fit for a prince. I was literally awestruck by the decadence. He was definitely rich. Right away Faquir handed me two hundred pounds in cash. I made an attempt to refuse it, so I didn't come off as a prostitute but he insisted. He then poured two cognacs and dismissed his bodyguards. They left the bedroom and closed the doors.

"So you like me maybe a little bit?" Faquir asked with some self confidence trouble. I had to dig deep to lie this time.

"I've always liked men like you, foreign and exotic, like an arab sheik. You remind me of Omar Shariffe. You dress sharp too and every woman appreciates that," I flirted. As I sipped my drink, I strutted around like a cat to work him up some more. Before long he pulled me to him and placed his mouth on mine. I had to suppress the urge to vomit as his bristly whiskers touched my face. I let him kiss me just the same. I pretended to really enjoy it. His hands explored my body. He squeezed my bum hard. He was feeling up my breasts and asked me if I had real boobs. I told him that I wore breast forms. I remembered that Marila had implants and he was probably disappointed that I did not.

I continued the grope and kiss session and felt Faquir's erection pressing on my leg. I realized what I had to do and lowered myself to the floor. While on my knees, I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. I took hold of Faquir's average sized cock and pulled back the foreskin. He was excited so I gave his pecker a long, slow licking. I was planning on letting him come on my face and not in my mouth. I worked his shaft with my hand as I licked his full balls. Faquir grabbed my head and pushed his stiff cock into my mouth right up to my tonsils. His fingers ran through my blond curls as he pushed his balls against my chin and unloaded a torrent of jism down my throat. I thought I would choke. He pulled right out and one last stream splashed on my cheek. I gasped for air as he guided me up to him. Faquir began licking his own sperm from my face and then pulled my sweater up over my head. I was wearing a black corset underneath. He undid my pleated skirt and it fell to the floor. As he kissed me, Faquir lowered me to the giant king sized bed.

Faquir lovingly stroked my hair as he made me roll over. "I am an excellent lover my dear, I am ready for more all ready," he boasted. I just purred and gyrated like I was enjoying it all. While on my elbows and knees, I felt my knickers being pulled down. I knew my arse was going to get it. First my Egyptian bad boy began licking my bum all over. I giggled as his moustache tickled my rear. My cock wasn't hard, but Faquir made it stiffer by taking a few long sucks on it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Dave back there. It helped a little and I got harder. He kept it up and began eating out my asshole. His tongue drilled deep inside and wet my tunnel. He then took his still hard prick and pressed it up to my back door. He eased himself inside me and pulled my hips toward him.

"Mmm, you like that Shannon, yes?" he asked with a whisper in my ear as he began fucking me. I moaned my approval and leaned back to kiss his cheek. With that encouragement, Fucker really gave it. He pounded my rump for about an hour. He kept panting, "Yes, Ras is a great lover and Ras is your boyfriend now," as he pumped my hole. I stroked my own prick to keep it hard. I wanted to appear to be enjoying it all. After an eternity, Fucker dumped his second spending into my bowels. He then rolled me over and dropped his mouth on my cock. He wanted to finish me off so I helped stroke it. I couldn't look at him so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the last time Dave had his lips wrapped around my cock. Soon after I rewarded Faquir with a tasty load of my come.

We lay together spooning for a while as Faquir kissed the nape of my neck and felt me up. His hands found my breasts and I self consciously covered them up. I suddenly felt inadequate with my fake rubber forms.

"You should have implants my dear," Faquir suggested.

"I would if I could. Some day I hope to save up enough money," I answered back with some small amount of truth in the statement. I had stared at my small, blossoming breasts in the mirror lately, wondering what they would look like as a B or C cup much like many teenage girls must do.

"Maybe I help you out with that," Ras said. I figured that he meant he might give me more money to go toward that cause. I had no idea.

I left a bit later by explaining that I had to work in the morning. I told him that I would be back at Glitter the next night. I had to get the info about the elevator guy to Dave. Faquir accepted my excuse and let me leave after I gave him my mobile phone number.

"Did you see a greyish, Arab man, moustache, six foot, fifteen stone, plaid suit, carrying a briefcase in the hotel?" I blurted out to Dave.

"No, didn't see anyone like that, are you all right mate?" Dave answered with concern.

"Oh, I'm fine! I'm okay, but we missed the contact drop," I replied with dejection. "Fuck!"

"Don't worry, we'll catch up. We can bring in a sketch artist tomorrow which should help," he encouraged. "So, did he...you know? Did he try to...uhm?" Dave fumbled jealously.

"Everything went fine. I am fine. I am pretty sure I will get to meet him again," was all I gave back. With that I leaned forward and kissed my boss gently on the lips so that he still knew he was number one. We were alone in the hallway at the moment just before the others showed up. "Well, hopefully we can get a hit from the cell phone call. We'll find out as soon as Jeff gets back," I diverted. Dave understood and smiled just as the others showed up.

As fate would have it, the call was too quick for the boys to catch it. I understood and expected as much. Moving targets are that much tougher.

"Did you notice the one bloke going through your purse?" Eddie asked. I shook my head no with some embarrassment. "While you were dancing, had a good look inside he did," he added.

"Good, it will help build trust. There was nothing inside to prove otherwise. I am glad I wasn't carrying a gun then?" I said.

The next morning before really getting up and moving, I heard steps outside my flat, in the hallway. I didn't think much of it but it had me alerted. Later, while I was at the video store, I noticed Mohammed walk in and try not to be seen. I was being checked out. I knew then that the steps outside my flat were no coincidence. I kept playing my part. After tea, the MI6 sketch artist paid a visit to the store and in the back we worked together to come up with a sketch. It was all we had to go on for the mystery contact.

Friday night was almost the same as the night before. It started out with some dancing at club Glitter with the Egyptian playboy and ended up at his hotel room with my feet over his shoulders and his cock slamming into my anus. He boned me for over an hour and later I sucked his prick clean. I gave him a special treat by licking his arsehole. He really got off on it so I knew that he was hooked. As I lapped up the second load of come that Faquir had shot into my mouth he said to me, "Shannon, I want you to come with me to Paris tomorrow."

"What's that?" I asked in confusion. The drinks had slowed me down a little. Paris? It could mean another huge lead. It made sense to go with him.

"Please, you must come with me, I have a present that I want to buy for you," he persuaded.

"A present? What present?" I asked.

"Shhh! It is a surprise," Faquir teased. That had me wondering but it still made sense to take the bait on this one. If I said no to him, it might have all been over right there.

"I would love to darlin but I have a job don't ya know?" I half answered.

"You call them, tell them that you are sick for a few days, no problem," he simplified. Now I had my excuse to phone the office and let them know. I used my cell phone to call but Faquir was in the room so I had to leave a covert message. Since it was obvious that the store would be closed at that late hour, I had to make it sound as if I was talking to a machine. Jeff was sitting at the office and listen in as I sent my message of how I had to miss work.

While I was cleaning up in the loo, I typed out a text message "going to Paris in AM, IM OK, catch up," was all I could manage. I told Faquir that I would have to go home first to change my clothes. He didn't want to at first but I played tough with him and pointed out that I was dressed in a silver sequin mini dress not appropriate for travel. Reluctantly he finally agreed. In the ride back to my flat I heard Faquir on the phone talking in Arabic and gleamed from his conversation the airline and flight number. When we arrived at my flat, he sent Ramhire up with me to 'carry my bags' for me. He was still not trusting enough yet. I made sure to write the flight information down on a piece of paper and leave it in my room while Ramhire was distracted.

As I was leaving, I was sure to say very loudly so that they could hear me next door, "I have never flown Air France before, do you think they serve French food on board?" like a dumb blond. Ramhire shook his head in apparent disgust. I hoped my clues would be enough.

 

 

Paris, France, January 9^th, 2001

 

I wore my grey skirt suit with my stilettos for the flight. My hair was not behaving and I didn't have time to fix it right. Instead I lived with that 'just been fucked look'. I flew first class for the first time ever which was a big change from the cargo slings on a C-130. I felt almost naked without a parachute on board an aeroplane. The entire trip I did not see any of our people. I was worried a little but I could have easily been sitting in front of an agent on the plane and not have known.

Once in Paris we loaded up a taxi and headed for an unknown destination. Faquir made one phone call and all I could pick up from the conversation was that we were on our way. We eventually ended up at a swank downtown location. The building was modern and professional looking. I had guessed up to that point that we were going to a jewelry store for a necklace or something. I was wrong. We ended up in a private practice of a plastic surgeon. The doctor shook hands and hugged with Faquir and greeted him in Arabic. Judging by his complection and the dialect, I guessed that he was probably Algerian.

We sat for tea in a comfortable room and Doctor Prudhomme began congratulating me for what I was about to receive. My face showed obvious signs of anxiety. Faquir tried to comfort me by saying, "My friend is the best titty man in all of Europe, he is like Michelangelo with breasts."

He was buying me a boob job for a present.

I began thinking, "How shallow?" then, "How wonderful?" then, "How scary?" Going under the knife was serious. Other than a few stitches, I never had surgery before. It would be permanent or close to it. I supposed that it was possible to get it reversed but still it would have a major impact on my career. I was almost in a panic and tried to think of ways out of my predicament. Both Faquir and the Doctor kept up the positive talk by telling me how lucky I was.

"This is what you wanted. Yes?" Faquir asked when my hesitation became evident. "You told me just one day ago, this is what you want. Now you have it. I guarantee that this doctor is the best in the business," he went on. If he had been the one who did Marila's boobs than he was the best in the business. Her rack was outstanding. I had been jealous of her cleavage since the day I met her.

"I do darlin', I really do. It is just so sudden, I am surprised and overwhelmed. I am scared," was all I could say. It was all honest too. The doctor showed me a video tape of the procedure and the results. He explained everything in detail. It did seem very simple. The more I heard then the more I wanted it done. "It's too much of a gift. This must cost a fortune. We just met and I could not put myself in debt to you," I told him.

"It is a present, a gift. No debt to me at all. As for cost, my company already made enough money since we have been sitting here talking to pay for ten of these procedures," Faquir explained. I sighed. I really did want to have it done. My job was really what was holding me back. I thought about it for a moment and figured that I could agree to it to keep up appearances but always back out later before it takes place or just keep coming up with delays. I was running out of options. For a moment I wished that the doors would burst open and my team would come in guns blazing and end the entire operation thus making my decision easy.

They waited on me with baited breath. Finally I gave in, deciding to go with the idea and agree but delay it until later plan. "Alright, I'll do it," I said. After that the doctor took me back to an examination room and gave me a check up. The hormones I had been taking had given me the breasts of a thirteen year old girl. The flesh was perfect for taking implants. I was healthy as a horse otherwise, as expected.

"Very good, we should get started right away then!" the doctor said.

"What? Right away? No, wait! I just thought that today we did the exam and then we came back for the operation?" I stammered.

"Don't be silly," the doctor laughed."It takes less than an hour. By tonight, you will be a new woman." The nurses already had a room set up. I summoned in Faquir.

"He wants to do this right now," I told him. "I thought that after this exam, you could show me around Paris. Then we could come back another day, maybe next week and have the surgery then?" I suggested.

"You are just being a silly girl. There is nothing to be afraid of my little Irish beauty," he charmed. I was running out of options, short of pulling the plug on the entire operation. I took a deep breath and agreed.

As I lay on the operating table taking on the gas, I told myself, "Oh well, looks like I go with plan B."

 

A pounding headache accompanied the sharp pains I felt near my ribs. The room was spinning. I was coming out my drug induced sleep. I was in a small room. The walls were pink and an aroma of vanilla filled the air. My eyes would not focus right away and struggled to make out anything else. A dim ray of sunlight was entering the room from a window. I searched my room for a clock and saw a night stand with a glowing object on it that may have been a clock. The sound of meditation music was lightly playing on a speaker somewhere close by. My mouth felt very dry. My lips were cracked. I hadn't felt as bad since racing across the Beacons in Wales.

After pawing about with my hands trying to feel for something around me someone entered my room. The lights rose up and I could see much clearer. As the woman came closer to me, my eyes were able to focus on her. "Bonjour Madamoiselle Shannon, comment sa va, ce matin?" the pretty brunette nurse asked.

Although I was quite functional in french, I was too groggy to turn it on. "Where am I?" I asked lamely.

"Oh, you are at Doctor Prudhomme's office my dear. How are you feeling?" she said in strained English. While chatting, the woman was checking my vitals and brushing the sweaty hair away from my face. She adjusted a drip that I traced to my arm.

"Water, may I have some water please?" I asked.

"Of course, tout de suite," she said. The nurse jumped and fetched me a glass of cool water. I was able to see the clock and noticed the time. It read seven twenty.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Why it is Sunday, you have been sleeping very well," the nurse answered. I savored the refreshing water. I took a deep breath and felt the pain again on my chest. It felt like I had been boxing and taken too many hits to the body.

"I'm sore, my ribs and I have a headache," I told the young lady.

"Pas problem, we give you some medicine for that. It is normal to feel this way so soon," she told me. That's when it dawned on me. I raised my chin to look down at my body. I had a sheet pulled up to my neck. I tried to lower it but it hurt to move my arms. The nurse saw what I was trying to do and helped by raising my bed to a more upright position and lowering the sheet. I could see right away that I was wearing a pink dressing gown. My chest looked unnatural. It was closer to me than what I was used to. I could see above the top of the gown some body bandages. Slowly I raised my hands to my chest with some considerable pain. Just the gentle touch of my hands sent a shock of pain through me and caused me to pull away.

"You will be alright. This is normal after the surgery to feel like this," she told me. Soon, my head was clearing and my thoughts became more focused. As I swallowed some pain killers, I looked around again with clear eyes.

"Is anybody here?" I asked.

"You friend, Monsieur Faquir, had to leave but says that he will be here this morning to see you," the nurse answered.

"I need to make a telephone call, do you know where my purse and mobile phone are?" I said with some urgency.

The woman looked around the room and located my clothes and belongings. She brought over my purse and fished around for my phone. "Here you are, bon?" she said. When she hesitated while I was dialing a number I gave her a look as if to signify that I wanted some privacy. "Okay, I leave for now, but I come back soon and we do some maquillage so then you look nice for your friend," she said as she left the room.

I quickly dialed the number for Dave. "Hello, who's this?" he answered with a tone of panic in his voice.

"It's me Dave, I'm alright," I hoarsely replied.

"Not when I'm through with you! For fuck's sake Blondie, where are you?" I blurted out the address for the doctor's office. "Didn't you get my messages? My clues? I thought you guys were watching me," I shouted back at my boss.

"We found your note about Paris but no one was able to get to the airport until you were gone. Our Paris people missed you when you got there. We have been going mad looking for you. The CO is calling me every hour asking if we found you yet. We thought you were dead. What the fuck have you been doing for the last twenty four hours?" Dave screamed in what sounded like one long word. I was in the shite for sure on this one.

"You won't believe me. Just wait until you see me," was all I said.

"We are in town now, can be at your location in twenty minutes, do we need to blast our way in?" Dave asked heroically.

"No, just wait. I'm fine. Situation is under control now. Just put a watch on my location. Do you have a soft call sign who can pay a visit to my location?" I asked referring to a woman. It would be easier for a female agent to drop into the clinic than one of the boys. It would look far less suspicious.

There was a pause and then Dave replied, "I can have one there within the hour. Are you alright? What do I tell the old man?"

"I'm okay, just a bit slowed down. I was out cold last night, part of an improvisation I had to do. I want to stay on this. Tut should be here within the hour, keep your eyes open for him but let him pass. I know I fucked up the LCD (lost contact drill), I'm sorry, I had to make a judgement call, thought you had eyes on. I'll take any heat from the old man on this," I told him.

"You might not have a say in this," was Dave's answer. "Soft call sign should be there shortly, you should be familiar," he added. With that I hung up my phone and messed about looking for a mirror. I found my compact and looked at my face. I was chalky white, more so than usual. My hair was a mess. My skin was dry, common for post surgery. I began working on my face with some makeup. The water tasted like heaven as I drank some more. The pain was beginning to ease up as I moved my arms. The pain was turning into more of a numb feeling. The pretty, dark haired nurse returned shortly after and helped me with my hair and makeup. Within the hour I was on my feet and moving around. I could see by the bigger mirror in the loo that I had a much different profile image. My chest stuck out. I examined the bandages and found myself wrapped up tightly like a mummy.

The doctor eventually showed up around nine and examined me. He took off a layer of bandages and examined the stitches. He then wrapped me back up. "You have to keep this on for three days so that the muscles heal in place. After that, there still be some bruises for a few days. Wear a strong brassier, like a tennis brassier until the pain is all gone. The stitches will dissolve on their own. You have excellent skin for healing, the scars will disappear over time, just keep using vitamin E ointment," the doctor instructed. I caught a look at my chest while the bandages were loose. The new breasts looked huge to my eyes but were in reality only a C cup. They were perfectly shaped but were bruised all over. Doctor Prudhomme gave me another physical check and removed my IV. He told me to wear loose fitting tops for a few days which would help to ease the pain. I really didn't have anything like that with me except the cashmere sweater, which was actually quite tight.

I went for a walk around the office with the excuse that I needed to stretch my legs after laying in bed for a full day. The nurse walked around with me. I noticed two visitors in the waiting room. I recognized them both. The brunette woman I remembered as Louise, from my selection course. Sitting next to her was a plain looking man who I immediately recognized as Liam from Belfast. He still looked like hell. They made a bit of an odd couple. Both of them looked at me standing there in my pink dressing gown and bare feet. Neither one stared at me but gave me a casual look. I made my way over to where Louise was sitting. "Mind if I have a seat? Need to rest my legs," I asked in plain English.

Louise did a double take then with a surprised look answered, "Oh, you speak English, we are English ourselves coincidently," she said. I realized that I probably should have started off in French but I was still not one hundred percent coherent yet.

"Yes, I just came in yesterday for new breasts, how about yourself?" I said plainly. They both tried to hold back their shock.

"Oh, that's lovely dear. How wonderful for you. We had heard that this doctor was the best and decided to come have a look for ourselves," Louise answered. She then asked," How did it go? Are you feeling alright? Any problems?" The entire conversation was all covert to find out what my condition was so that they could report back on me. It could tell that Liam was carrying a mini camera and was recording the entire time. I imagined that our conversation was being transmitted or recorded also.

I smiled. "Oh hon, other than being a little sore, I have never been better. Sure as everything seems to have gone perfectly. You came to the right doctor for sure," I said.

Liam stood up and spoke to Louise, "Honey, we are going to be late for that other appointment. We will just have to come back here another time. I told you we should have booked an appointment before coming." With that, he hastily ushered her away. Likely he had received a signal telling him to leave. They wished me good luck and left. While on their way out, I noticed Faquir's man Mohammed walk in. He had a look around and gave me an informal and rude greeting. Next, Faquir entered the office and had Ramhire with him in tow carrying a dozen red roses.

I eagerly greeted my benefactor and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. We went back to my private room and talked about my surgery. I was told that I could leave anytime so I got myself dressed. I chose to wear the cashmere sweater but left it unbuttoned halfway which showed the bandages. I put on a black skirt but went without nylons as I was still quite warm. After a while we left and Faquir took me back to the hotel he was staying at. I trusted that my team mates were watching us closely this time. We had lunch at the hotel restaurant and I ate like a pig. It was the first food in two days for me and I didn't care how I un-lady like I appeared. Once I was finished shoveling food into myself we went shopping. I picked out a loose fitting sweater in the gift shop afterwards and changed into it as soon as I could. By this time, Louise would be giving a full brief to my team and I could only guess their reactions.

I told Faquir that I was not up to going out and wanted to spend a quiet evening in the hotel. I really didn't feel up to it and I didn't want my patrol mates chasing after me around Paris either. They had a stressful day and needed a break too. He was anxious to have a look at my new tits but I reminded him that they were bruised and sore and that the bandages had to stay on for a few days. He was disappointed but understanding. He was like a child wanting to open his presents before Christmas. I just lay on the bed and told him that I was tired. He was over excited.

"Okay baby, Ras will be a good boy for you. I promise," he said. "I am just so excited and happy for you. You like the gift that Ras has bought for you?" he kept up reminding me that he had paid for my implants.

"Yes sweety, I love them, thank you. You are too nice to me, really," I stroked his ego.

He smiled and jumped around like a pansy. "Yes, I am so happy for you too. Maybe you can help out Ras a little. I have been so excited for two whole days," he added. He then approached me on the big king sized bed as he unzipped his pants. He whipped out his penis which was already hard. The head was poking through the brown foreskin. He knelt next to me with his cock pointing at my face. He wanted a blowjob? I forced out a smile and licked my lips. I allowed him to take hold of my head as he pushed his eager member into my mouth. I did my best to suck him fast and used my hands to massage his balls and stroke the base of his cock while I power sucked on the knob. After ten minutes of this awkward action, Faquir pulled his cock from my mouth just as a gusher of his sperm erupted all over my face and into my blond locks. He pumped out a massive load. My eyes were burning with it and some went up my nose. I guess the price of a boob job was a messy facial. As the last splash of come landed on my face, Faquir shoved his cock back into my mouth for me to clean it off. He then pulled away and zipped up.

"I have to go now and meet some business associates. I will back very late. Get all the rest you need my dear," was all he said as he and his two flunkies left the room. I lay there and wiped my face clean with my fingers. After licking the sperm from my fingers, I slowly made my way to the bath and had a slow soak.

The next morning, Faquir told me that he had more important business to conduct and would be sending me home to London right away. He was apologetic but told me that it was very important. I offered to go with him on his trip but he insisted that I could not come along to where he was going. He promised me that he would join up with me in London in a month and make it up to me then. I deciphered from what he said that he may be going to Afghanistan. He refused to tell me anything more. I was feeling a lot better but was still a bit shaky when I was dropped off at Orly Airport. I sat first class back to London and noticed that the man sitting two rows back and one over was Liam. They had me this time.

 

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