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.
At the same time, Becca had removed her bra. He gasped at the sight of her generous breasts being freed. She continued masturbating for him, at first delving her fingers from front to back, her moisture making them slick and lubricating this movement. She felt her labia swelling and getting more sensitive as she grew more wet. Her fingers were in her sex, in and out in a rhythm of their own, going deeper each time, as her thumb played on her clitoris. She gasped as she brought herself to the brink. Her hand was covered with her juices, as were the tops of her thighs. She was almost there or at least pretending to be.
“That’s it. I love that, “ he said. His hand was moving much, much faster up and down his cock. “Are you going to come soon, because I am.”
It seemed that Becca could barely speak. She gasped “yes” as her orgasm crested along with his. She writhed and shivered as she watched as streams of semen spurted from him. She thought he was done, but after a moment noticed that his cock was still erect, and he continued to pump. “Come here. I want to spew the rest of it all over your tits.”
She did and he did. “I think it’s time for more champagne,“ he said, as they both caught their breath. ”Don’t clean up. I want to lick your tits and your pussy now, or at least after a moment.”
The cold champagne was delicious. Becca did not know what to make of him. She thought he would have been fucking her by now. “It is my job to please you,“ she said. “Please tell me more of what makes you come, what excites you so that I will succeed at that. I hope you understand that I can’t intuit everything no matter how good I am. But understand that after we talk I am the one in charge, not you.”
“As I said, I like watching and being watched. I like eating pussy, but also being disciplined. After all, only bad boys masturbate and they should be punished. Normal intercourse with penetration does nothing for me. I find it difficult to maintain an erection then. Maybe it is all the years that I spent in Catholic schools with the nuns and the priests insisting that sex is a sin and punishing us for touching ourselves. I have had my hands hit with a ruler and backside spanked with a strap more times than I can count. Perversely being dominated that way excites me and makes me come now. I still spend a lot of time with one hand on my penis under my desk in Congress, just as I did in school. So you see I’m a very bad boy and you have to chastise me for that.”
“You had better get over here and clean me up with your mouth and tongue then,” Becca said sternly. She sat up as he crossed the room. “On your knees in front of me now,” she commanded. “Now lick my tits clean. If you do a good job, you can lick my pussy but just to clean it. Nothing more.”
He crept across the room. He bowed his head in front of her and began kissing and licking her breasts. He asked permission to suck her nipples so humbly that Becca had to stop herself from laughing. She said, “Permission granted” and he proceeded to suck them right and left and right again, over and over. He looked up at her before going lower with his eyebrows raised in a question. “That was good. You can go ahead there, just to clean me up.”
Becca felt his tongue moving between her labia and over her mons. He was licking her clean but she noticed that he had his cock in one hand and was pumping it. “Did I tell you that you could do that?” Becca sneered. ”Stop that right now.” He obeyed meekly.
Becca now had an idea of where this should go. “We are going to have a time out of a couple of minutes. I am going to leave you alone, and you will wait for me quietly. You will not touch your cock or anything else in my absence. Do you understand? You are a very bad boy, and I know just how to deal with you. Just take off all your clothes and wait there quietly.”
Becca went into the other room and found exactly what she wanted: a treasure trove of black leather lingerie and dom toys. She quickly undressed and changed into a black leather bustier that really just covered the bottom of her breasts and her midriff. No panties. High heeled thigh high black boots. A riding crop and what looked like a small whip. It amazed her that a man who was so politically powerful could be so submissive and sexually repressed that he could not sustain an erection for normal intercourse. Only reminders of endless guilt and being punished for his transgressions did anything for him.
It took only a moment for Becca to make this transformation and return to John. His eyes opened wide as he took it all in: her hair now a little wild, her full naked breasts with their pink areolae and nipples standing proud above the skimpy bustier, the creamy flesh of her tummy and the bright red strip of pubic hair on her mons. She stood with her hands on her hips and legs apart. The boots were the coup de grace. John gasped and reflexively reached for his cock managing to give it one hard pull before Becca snarled, “What do you think you’re doing? I told you hands off and I meant it.”
He quickly dropped his hand to his side and almost cowered before her. “Tell me what you want me to do, please, Mistress.”
“That’s much better. You have to learn to behave. I hope you didn’t wank your dick while I was changing or you will have to be punished for that. Did you?”
“I couldn’t help myself, Mistress. You are so beautiful, even more so now. I had to.”
“No you didn’t. Have you no self-control?” And with that, she took the crop and hit him on the chest. “That is for then and this is for now,” she said as she hit him again. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but sufficient to hurt.
John was a little shocked even if this turned him on. He thought he could orchestrate his punishment, but that was not how Becca intended to deal with him. She would berate and diminish him. Remind him of those nuns and priests and what a bad boy he was.
“You have been like this for years. Watching women. Having them watch you. Always playing with that cock of yours. You are no different than you were as a schoolboy. You can’t even maintain an erection for normal intercourse.”
John looked abashed and mesmerized at the same time. Becca noticed that his penis was becoming more aroused so she knew she was on the right track.
“What kind of man are you? You pose in public as a paragon of family values, a leader in the Freedom Caucus. You are a sanctimonious hypocrite. Turn around right now.” Becca then took the whip and flogged his behind six times. John yelped with pain and groaned with pleasure. Becca walked around him to face him and saw that he was further aroused.
“Get on your knees and apologize to me and all of the women you disrespect with your behaviour and your opinions. Right now.”
John complied once more. He could barely look up at her. “Mistress, please forgive me. I am such a bad boy. I played with myself in school and that hasn’t stopped. Not just in private. I sometimes do it under my desk in Congress. Strong powerful women both scare me and turn me on. I can’t help myself.”
Becca laughed out loud and then used the crop on his shoulders, hitting him several times on each. “You like those women, do you? Then why do you always vote against anything that would support women?” More thwacks of the crop.
“Mistress please. I will be good. Let me do something for you. Please let me eat your pussy and play with your clit. I promise that I will make you come.”
“Oh, now you think of my pleasure. Are you sure you won’t enjoy that?
“Of course I will, but I’ll give you one or two orgasms before thinking about myself. Please let me prove myself to you. If I make you happy, perhaps you’ll let me continue and masturbate myself at the same time.” He was frightened, anxious, and more turned on by the minute. His eyes were dancing as he feigned humility and remorse.
“You’re awfully confident for such a poor excuse for a man. You think you can make me come more than once, and that I will permit you to come again with me if you succeed? What a smarmy little worm you are. Let’s see if you’re capable of doing anything that will give me pleasure. I want you to use your fingers and your mouth to play with me. Hands on me not on your cock. We’ll see what kind of man you are now.” With that, she whipped the floor on both sides of him to make her point. She opened her legs wider to give him access and looked down on him. “I’m waiting. Not a good start.” She smacked his shoulders with the crop again, remembering to hit him in places that would not show when he was clothed.
Becca was putting on a good act she thought, but this was all business. It would be laughable if it weren’t deadly serious that this man had these kinks. If things went as she intended, one day everyone would know. Exposure would humiliate him completely, just deserts for this pontificating fool. Even if the TImes did not publish this part of the story, Washington was a very small town and full of gossip and innuendo. It would get around.
Becca refocused and John began to minister to her with enthusiasm. He licked and kissed and probed and delved. Her juices flowed, and his face was wet with them. He used his fingers first to open the way and then inserted his tongue into her as far as it would reach. She noticed he was even harder but was obeying her edict not to touch. She switched off but could make the appropriate noises, moaning and gasping, and then fake a couple of climaxes, but she would make him work hard for them. And work hard he did. His eyes kept sneaking upward looks at her to see if she was responding. A long “ohhhh” from Becca and he had achieved the first fake orgasm. He smiled to himself and carried on. She saw him instinctively began to reach for his dick when she climaxed but he stopped himself.
Becca did not want him to feel too good about this to keep the humiliation going. “That was maybe a five on a scale to ten. My response was reflexive, not really ecstasy for me. Can’t you do better?” She punctuated this with a smack on the hand, just enough to send the message.
John apologized and persevered once more attacking her with hands, fingers, and tongue. This time included a gentle probe of her anus with one finger as his tongue went deep into her pussy. Becca inadvertently sighed. She admitted to herself that it felt good. John looked up and saw a small smile on her face. Becca looked down and saw he was fully erect and throbbing. She gave in, gasped and trembled in a good version of an orgasm.
“That was maybe a six. We will have a lot of work to do if you keep seeing me, John. But it was a decent effort, so you can try again and come with me. You can thank me now.”
“Oh, Mistress. It is my privilege to please you although I do love when you punish me. Thank you for letting me come with you now.”
John went at it like a man on a mission. His fingers and tongue worked more intensely on her as his hand pumped his cock. Its head was immediately beaded with precum as his hand moved up and down more and more rapidly. Just as he explored her pussy with his tongue and her anus with a finger making her shudder, he exploded. Streams and streams of semen shot out of him. Becca’s fake orgasm was over, but John still remained hard. He kept up the rhythm and there was another enormous splash of seed. He was spent and looked up at her. “That was wonderful, Mistress. Will you allow me to see you again?”
Becca walked around him and used the whip on his ass a few times. “There is a lot of room for improvement. And I have no doubt that you will be bad again after you leave me, requiring more punishment. So, if you misbehave and obey me, maybe. Just maybe. You will have to try harder. Our time is almost up. You had best shower, dress, and go. I noticed that you left the money for me when you arrived so that is not an issue now.”
When John returned in his suit he had also returned to his public persona at least on the surface. “Thank you, Becca. I really needed that and you’re very good at what you do. I hope you’ll accept me as a regular client.” He looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
“We’ll see,” she said, as she walked him to the door and smacked him on the ass to punctuate the goodbye. After the door was closed she whispered to herself, “Asshole.” She then retrieved the espionage grade camera she had surreptitiously hidden in the living room. It was tiny. She had put one in the bedroom too, but they had not even ventured there. She would never use the recording in a public way, but it would serve as evidence for the series she would write on the agency.
Becca sighed for real now, stowed the dominatrix gear and took a shower. She dressed in her own clothes and collected the money to give to Sergei less her cut on her way out. The money would be donated to charity. She was smiling as she walked out into the sunshine of a beautiful afternoon as the days lengthened now. She could not help but congratulate herself for doing the role play as well as she did. It might be something that Matthew would enjoy. The outfit, not the humiliation, of course. She always had understood the power dynamics between sex and power and John was a case study in just that. It was full of contradictions: the relative power of men and women, the exercise of power through sex, and the question of which gender was dominant. She decided that if necessary she would see John the Congressman again because she was more than his match. He was a great example of the smug sanctimony of some politicians and also of their hypocrisy.
Authors note:
I wish to thank my esteemed cowriter, Principessa, without whom this work would not exist. Her ideas, writing skill and moral compass made this collaboration possible. I urge the reader to explore her other stories, including Power Play, the series that inspired this work.
