Becca had just left her office and was walking to Starbucks for a coffee when one of her burner phones rang. It had to be Natasha because no one else had the number for that phone. The second burner had the number she gave the agency. She felt a shot of adrenaline as she answered because Natasha would not call just to say hello. Her voice sounded strained.
“Becca, thank you for helping me to get away from those people. I am well away from Washington in the Virginia suburbs so it is better for me. But I am nervous. I will never feel safe until Dimitri and the others are caught by the police. I know what you are doing to expose them and how they traffic women will make that happen, but I am worried about my sister, Oksana. She followed me to the agency before I realized that it was a trap. You have to promise me that you will get her out before anything is printed in your paper and before the police do anything. I already feel guilty about her being kept by them. I don’t want them to connect their arrests with me and punish her.”
Becca tried to calm Natasha, “Please don’t worry. The paper has paid for security to watch you and take care of you until this is over. What I need from you is more information about the organization and the players, both the traffickers and their clients. I would like to find any records that Dimitri keeps and copy them to back up the story and to provide evidence for the police. I also need you to tell me what to expect as I gain their confidence and have more important clients.”
Natasha sighed audibly. “Becca, you already have had three or four clients and they must have reported back to Dimitri that they were pleased. Although these men were wealthy and important, they were not men you would recognize. Now that he knows you are doing well and can be trusted you will find that your clientele - and you will have men who ask only for you - will be further up the food chain.
“You might get doctors and lawyers and academics, businessmen and even police brass and judges. The top tier is really the politicians because most are well known in public so discretion is paramount. You are not to acknowledge that you recognize them, unless they talk about themselves, and of course, they must be confident that exposing their most intimate kinks and secret desires for you to fulfill will forever remain secret. They are paranoid about being blackmailed and/or having this come out in the press. Dimitri has assured them that his girls know there would be a very heavy price to pay for doing anything like that. That is why I am so worried about Oksana. These Russian thugs would think nothing of throwing acid in her face, maiming her or killing her and maybe even our parents back home in Moscow.
She continued,”If you give me some time, I will think about where and how to get at Dimitri’s records. I know that there are accounts and spreadsheets on computer. But he is old fashioned and wary of being hacked. He keeps the most intimate information about the clients in an ordinary black notebook: who they are, what power they have, family information, how much they pay, how often they visit, and importantly what they like. You have no idea how kinky some of these men can be. I have been told that there are hidden cameras at several of the brothel locations. Given that they are spread out in townhouses in the good part of the city, someone must collect all of the data. We have to try to find out who does it and where it is kept.”
Becca thanked her and went on, “I think I have made the big time now. My next appointment is with a Congressman we all know at the paper. He is a member of the Freedom Caucus, so pretty right wing. He sees himself as a true American, a patriot holding up family values and is disdainful of anything progressive. He is from a rust belt state and tries to play down to the voters as a man of the people by always appearing in shirtsleeves. I wonder what he will want. I can’t imagine it will be sex in the missionary position.”
Natasha responded laughing, ”You’re right. I have heard he is pretty twisted, maybe because he is so tightly wound. They may give you some hints before he arrives, or as often happens deliberately not tell you anything and see how you deal with it. There will be all kinds of things in the closet. Different lingerie. Leather. Costumes for role play, you know, doctor and nurse, that kind of thing. Some of them even like you to put on a nun’s habit. You’ll also find BDSM gear and other things you might need. So… it will likely be up to you to figure him out and then make him happy.”
Becca said, “Thanks for that. I was only told he was intrigued because I am a natural redhead. Not to worry, I am sure I can manage. I am to see him in about three hours. The House is not sitting this afternoon, so he is free. Let’s talk soon about getting the background information about the agency and all of its locations and clients. We need to free your sister and all of the other women ensnared there.”
Becca went back to the office with her coffee. She worked for a couple of hours documenting what she already knew about the agency and her conversation with Natasha. She forwarded a copy to Greg for his information. It was important to set down all the facts known and develop a plan for getting more. This was a very delicate balance in that she had to remain undercover and not be discovered while doing so. It was not like the regular pursuit of a story through interviews and research out in the open. Given the reputation of these Eastern European gangsters, she had to be exceedingly careful if she wanted to live to tell the story and take them down.
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Becca’s second burner phone rang. It was Anna, the woman who coordinated all of the clients’ appointments, matching them with locations and just the right girl to make them happy.
“Rebecca, Dimitri is very pleased with you. I am calling to confirm that you will be servicing a Congressman at 1 PM at the townhouse address that I gave you in Georgetown. The address is discreet for obvious reasons. Please dress chicly, not in a way that attracts too much attention. You want to look like one of the wealthy women who live in that part of town. There will be a closet full of things for you to put on once you are there. He has booked the whole afternoon, so $6000 for four hours of your time. Remember, you are one of our Dream Girls, so make his dreams come true. You are new at this, but I can tell you are great at managing men and that you love sex. If he likes you he might book a standing rendezvous which would be good for you and good for us. The panic button is in the usual place by the lamp on the night table. There is security in the house, so you will be safe. Have fun.”
A few days earlier, Becca had been approached by Vlad, the local boss, and her initial contact, to meet Dimitri, the boss of the entire operation. Vlad had intimated that for him to send her to more lucrative dates, she would have to fellate him and/or have sex every once in a while. He was in the mood for a blow job and had unzipped his pants while talking to her. Becca had to decide quickly how to play this. She stifled a giggle at the sight of Vlad’s flaccid penis now hanging outside his pants.
“I think that you are less in the mood than you say you are judging by that. Maybe we should wait a bit and see how things work out. If I like the work and the clients like me, I promise I will be good to you.” She bent down in front of Vlad, who was sitting in a chair, and gave him a full view of her breasts and sheer bra under the low v-neck of her sweater. She kissed him on the cheek and patted his still soft cock before it could respond. “Maybe next time we will both be ready to cement our relationship, even if it is a freebie.”
Vlad was irritated as he was not used to being refused, but Becca’s charm kept him more interested than angry. After all, this girl was beautiful, had spectacular tits, and was as sexy as he could imagine, perhaps her confidence being part of the sexiness. These American girls were less fearful than the imports at least at first. They soon came to understand who held the power once enmeshed in Dream GIrls. He would have his chance with Becca again and both get a blow job and fuck her. It was the least she deserved and he deserved.
So the passage up the ladder to the first tier clients and Dimitri, the real boss, had happened. Now a Congressman waited to be entertained and satiated all afternoon.
Becca went home to quickly shower and change. She put on a simple black sheath dress with black heels. She added a cobalt blue blazer jacket for a little warmth and made her way circuitously to the townhouse using two different cabs and public transport, making sure she was not being followed. She was a special case for the agency, one of only a few women who lived locally rather than having been imported from elsewhere in the world and thence being kept by the agency. It gave her more freedom. She told them that she was an aspiring actress and would need the money between acting gigs which if the truth was told was most of the time.
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Becca had not been at this townhouse before. She buzzed and was let in by a man who would have been called a concierge at another kind of building. He introduced himself as Sergei and told her to let him know if she needed anything at all. He also reminded her of the panic button and that he would respond immediately if she was in danger, but smiled and said that happened maybe once a year. The clients did not want Dimitri angry with them, given the intimate and explosive information he had about them. Sergei showed her to the suite that would be hers for the afternoon and told her to make herself comfortable. The room was tastefully decorated, much more so than she had anticipated. “This is much more Architectural Digest than some porn movie,” Becca thought. There was a fully stocked bar, a menu for some food, and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice along with two flutes.
Becca undressed and opened the closet. She decided to make a semi-safe choice rather than anything extreme to meet this man, so black lace bra and panties. The bra was a demi and barely covered the bottom half of her breasts. The underwire lifted them so that they swelled and her areolae showed above the edge of the lace with every breath. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer net fabric of the bra. The panties rode high on her hips with high cut legs. They covered her mons, which she had waxed regularly, but left a wide strip to prove that she was a natural redhead. Her pubic hair was even brighter than that on her head. Looking straight on, the panties were seemingly normal, but her vulva was exposed by a slit that ran from the bottom of her mons to her anus and could be seen when she opened her legs. She added a matching garter belt and sheer black hose, careful to put the belt under her panties, so that they could be removed and leave the belt and hose on.
She went to the full length mirror on the closet door to have a good look at herself with black stiletto heels added. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders. She bent down to adjust her breasts in the bra, lifting each one to sit higher in the cups. She remembered that Matthew was always particularly turned on when he watched her do that as she dressed. She then quickly put him out of her mind telling herself she had to be both in character and doing her real job, paying attention to everything. She had no doubt she could play the part nonetheless. She smoothed the hose on her legs and smiled as she spread her legs a little and saw a hint of her pussy peeking out. She contemplated that this had to be enough to get him started. She knew how to drive him crazy with desire since she had been doing it since high school.
“Okay, showtime,” she said out loud as she lounged provocatively on the couch to await the Congressman’s arrival.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and he opened it.
“Hi, my name is John,” he said with a weak laugh. “I know, ironic given the situation. I understand your name is Rebecca.” His eyes swept over her from head to toe and back again. He took off his suit jacket and walked over to the champagne, pouring two glasses without asking her if she wanted any. He was used to being in charge.
He brought her the champagne and sat on the chaise longue that was facing the couch. “Cheers,” he said. “Let me just look at you for a minute. I love what you are wearing. You know you are already making me hard.”
Becca took a sip of the champagne along with him. She recognized him given that she was a reporter for the newspaper of record in Washington, but she allowed no sign of that recognition. She watched him stretch out to make himself more comfortable and reach down to the crotch of his trousers. He traced the outline of his penis with one hand, and, after putting down the champagne flute, began to knead his balls with the other. He made no move toward her.
“Shouldn’t I be doing that?” Becca asked.
“No. I want you to watch me as I watch you. I want you to touch and play with your tits, masturbate your pussy, all the while as I pleasure myself. I will let you know what happens next as we go. Eventually, I want us to come simultaneously, but each still where we are. I love watching and being watched.”
Becca moved down the couch to face him directly and sat up with her legs spread open and her feet on the coffee table. He had a perfect view of her pussy from that angle. She started by using one hand to massage her breasts and play with her nipples and the other to delve into the folds of her sex. He loosened his tie. He had been rubbing his cock vigourously as he took this in and now opened his fly and waist buttons and pulled down his trousers and boxers to expose his cock and balls. His cock was almost fully erect. He tended to it like he was in a trance, rubbing up and down, squeezing it and his balls. He was circumcised and so the head of his member was exposed. He kept his thumb circling there.