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Finding somewhere to live by Karen Blayne
Oh by the way red tape first.
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2018
Luv Karen
“Fill this form in you two.” “It’s an application form for a summer job?” “Well done.” “I don’t know if you noticed but it’s October.” “There might just be another summer after winter you know.” “Oh you mean next year so next summer?” The teacher smiled.
A lady came round to interview them in early February. “Well we’re pushed for time but I’ll see what I can do.” Eventually in May a letter arrived which asked them to be at a certain bus stop at 8:45 am. Amber thought this was kind of odd but whatever the pay was exceptionally good for a summer job.
The same lady they’d met before met them at the bus stop and led them into an office building with no number on the outside. “What are we supposed to be doing?” “I can’t tell you just at the moment but all will become clear in an hour or two. Now look into the camera and don’t smile.” Soon they had their building passes. “Now to gain entrance to the building just look into the iris scanner. Don’t wear your building passes outside please. Now the oath.” She handed them a sheet of paper “Just read out the words.” Sara looked across at Amber and mouthed the words “Are these guys nuts?”
“So finally I can tell you what the job is. First you mustn’t discuss your work with anyone. This is for your own safety. Second we need someone to contact our undercovers from time to time and they have to fit in so not stand out like a sore thumb. Amber your teacher mentioned you had a good memory for faces and were very observant and we think that might be useful.” “Why doesn’t this building appear on my phone’s map?” “Officially it doesn’t exist so please don’t mention its existence to anyone.” A six-storey office building that didn’t exist? Oh well.
The two girls found themselves sitting in coffee bars with a laptop each and to blend in they spent their time chatting to each other or working on their laptops. Occasionally one of the faces that Amber recognised would come and sit at their table. Sometimes they’d strike up a conversation sometimes not. Often a small package would be dropped into Amber’s open bag and sometimes they would have an envelope to pass to them quietly. Sometimes the contact would be made in the street and simply something dropped in her open shopping bag.
“I’m beginning to hate coffee.” “It’s better than walking around in the rain on a surveillance team but we could start drinking tea.” “Sounds like a plan, either that or leave half empty cups of coffee.” “They’re my mum’s best mugs.” “Tea then.”
A middle-aged lady came and sat at their table and Amber noticed two muscular guys by the door. She pulled out a police identity card and showed it briefly to Amber. “Just what are you two up too? Drugs perhaps?” “May I make a phone call?” “One.” Amber called the number she’d been given and recited the number on the warrant card as instructed. In less than a minute later the detective received a call from her station giving the description of Amber and Sara. “Well that’s the first time that has happened and apparently I’m not to ask you any further questions about what you’re up too. However have a look at this guy and tell me if you’ve seen him around.” “I saw him this morning at a different coffee bar and he spoke to two other guys.” “Want to come with me and look at some photos?” “Well we’re finished until two.” “Come and have lunch then.”
They took trays from the canteen into an interview room. Amber called and asked for permission to let the police know she and Sara were security cleared. Once that was confirmed, the room became more relaxed they sat and looked at faces projected on a screen as they ate their lunch. Amber recognized many and was able to recall where and when she’d seen them and more importantly who had been talking to whom. At the back of the room the collator took in her comments and turned to a white board and drew names and connections.
“Welcome back. You are 18 now?” Amber nodded and wondered where the conversation was going. “We have one contact who needs to be ultra careful about contacts and we wondered if you wouldn’t mind meeting him in a lap dance bar.” “Do I get the impression I’m supposed to dance around naked?” “Well that would merge in a bit better.” “I hate to say it but I don’t think I have the body for it.” “I could probably arrange a bursary? The problem is it’s Jeff and he’s getting nervous. You met him last summer and he remembers and trusts you. He needs to pass us some information that much we do know.” Jeff, yes she remembered him. He’d seemed nervous last time she’d seen him. She felt torn between letting him down and displaying her body. “Just the once?” “As far as I know yes but we may ask again.” “Against my better judgment OK.”
She did some research and decided that lap dance bar was just another name for a strip club. She figured that many of the clientele would be men with money. So that meant her dad’s age. Not that he had much money so what would turn him on? She had a think about the sort of pop music he listened to and decided to raid his collection. She copied over a few tracks then played around to see if she could work out a routine to one or two.
Playboy from twenty years ago everyone was wearing stockings and not much else. She definitely didn’t have the upfronts seen in Playboy but on the other hand did she have to display them on stage? She went shopping for a pretty bra.
“Sign in here.” Amber looked at the sheet, Yogi bear, John Smith, Julia, well it looked like stage names were in fashion. She signed in as Tinkerbell. “Right Tinkerbell you’re on next.” She passed him the copy she’d made from her dad’s collection and stepped on to the stage in front of the bored and jaded audience. The previous dancer stepped stark naked from the stage. The ancient Rock and Roll belted out loudly from the speakers. The audience started to wake up as they recalled their youth and the excitement they’d felt at the time. Amber jived using the same steps she’d seen in some old movies. Slowly she unbuttoned her cuffs then teasingly the buttons on the front of her blouse. She walked to one corner of the stage and with her back to most of the audience flashed her blouse open to one appreciative member of the audience. Cries of unfair came from the other side so she turned and briefly opened her blouse to show her pretty bra off.
She danced some more before dropping her blouse completely. Her audience was completely engaged now and the tune was coming to an end shortly so she pooled her skirt exposing the stockings and straps to keep them up. She danced round the stage twice more then picking up her discarded clothes then made a dash for the steps off the stage. “Well done. I think you have the choice of whom to give a private lap dance to.” Lap dance, from the gleam in the audiences’ eyes they were aroused and being alone in a private room with one of them was something she wasn’t quite ready for. Amber hesitated. “First time and not quite ready to take on the hungry hordes?” Amber nodded, “It’s quite something to feel the power of an attentive audience I know I get turned on by it but if you go behind the guy in the corner with the shirt and tie who’s drinking coffee and give him a very gentle neck and shoulder rub that will stop the others hitting on you and demanding a lap dance. Don’t worry he’ll hardly notice you, he told me once he can just sit quietly here and think things through without interruptions. He’ll be lost in his thoughts and the rest of us can take advantage of them waking up for once.” She turned and gave a thumbs up to the other girls before turning to a guy on her left and looking deliberately at his crotch. “So how’s Mr. Big today? Does he fancy a little private stimulation upstairs in the Champagne room?” She led the way upstairs followed closely by her client whose eyes were glued to the scantily covered bum that wiggled just a few enticing inches in front of his nose up the stairs.
Amber stood behind the guy with the coffee mug and gingerly ran her hands over his shoulders and the back of his neck. No reaction whatever. This she could manage and as she looked round the room she noticed there were both fewer dancers hustling for dances and fewer clients. She listened to the next three songs and watched the dancers throw themselves around the stage. Doing gymnastic things with the pole and not only that but they all ended up stark naked on the stage. She felt a slight movement beneath her finger tips. My was he alive? He moved and placed one hand over hers on his shoulder. She felt a small frisson run through her. “We could take this upstairs?” He enquired. “Oh I was just trying to avoid being hit on.” “First time?” He nodded. “I thought as much. You shook the entire place by remaining covered up. Still your fingers have been working their magic on me for quite sometime now so I’d like to return the favour.” “Upstairs?” He nodded.
She acquiesced and together they mounted the stairs. Mentally she had thoughts of Madam Guillotine. He led her to a small curtained off area that had a couch and emptied his pockets on the small table. He held her hand and pulled her gently against him. This was just slow dancing this she could cope with. His hands gently wandered over her body, nothing too frightening in fact it was rather pleasant so she danced more closely to him. When his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, she shrugged it gently off, basking in his admiration. He turned her round and undid the clasp on her bra at the back. She clasped the front to herself to keep herself covered but somehow his fingers sneaked up below her breasts then under her bra cupping the underside of her breasts. She was breathing more heavily now and unhooked the top of her skirt before unzipping it and letting it pool. “God you’re beautiful.” His fingers ran down and lightly brushed against her knickers so she turned to face him. That was mistake as he lowered his lips to her breast. She felt herself moisten as her nipple became the centre of sensation. “The other one as well please.” She begged as her body craved the attention. His fingers were at her crotch now so she responded by caressing his hardness. God this was so crazy and so absolutely right, songs began and ended and the bliss continued until finally a small orgasm hit her and she shuddered. “You OK?” He asked “Very.” She clung to him for support. He sat down and pulled her down onto his lap stroking her hair as she recovered. “You really are something you know.” She purred under his attention. He pulled out his wallet “You know I lost track of time there how many songs was it?” She shrugged “I didn’t keep count.” “Thank you for the compliment.” He pulled out a couple of hundreds. “So much?” She gasped. He added another one. “I don’t think you’re cut out to be a lap dancer. You’re not mercenary enough. Take the money and put in away in your purse. I can afford it and today was very special.” He ran his hand up her stocking clad thigh. “Very special indeed. Now I have some sort of meeting I really must attend so get dressed and off you go.”
She got dressed with his help and together hand in hand they descended the stairs. He raised her hand and kissed the tip of her fingers before leaving. The dancer who had spoken to her earlier spoke once more. “He’s one of the good ones. Most are much worse.” “I didn’t seem to have as much control as I’d like to have, my body sort of took over.” “Be very careful then or they’ll take advantage. I think the lunchtime rush is over now. I’m Kim by the way on the street something different entirely. It’s nice to meet you Tinkerbell.” Kim put out her hand to be shaken. “Now let me give you the low-down on this place. First it takes time to get dressed afterwards and time is money so to save time wear fewer clothes.”
They chatted away until Jeff arrived when Amber excused herself and walked across to him. “Like a private dance then?” He nodded and she led the way upstairs into the same curtained off area she danced before. She lifted out a smartphone from her bag and pointed to the screen which displayed “Your smartphone please.”. He pulled it out and handed it to her and she popped it into a small plastic box lined with metal. “There now we can talk.” “But it’s not connected.” “It might say it isn’t but there are ways to transmit the microphone even if it says it is off. Now you have something for me?” He handed over a pair of external hard drives which she slipped in her bag. “Thank you. Now I’ve been instructed to tell you your smartphone is travelling to New York by the way. Your rail and boat tickets are here as is your new Portuguese passport.” “Train and boat Tickets?” “No security to go through and less surveillance. It’s a container ship leaving for Europe. Once there your monthly index-linked pension will be paid into a Portuguese bank in Lisbon. You’ll catch the train this afternoon and you’ll be staying with my cousin until the boat is ready to leave.” She passed him a new smartphone. “The address is on the phone.” She handed him an envelope full of fifty dollar bills. “All your credit and debit cards please.” He handed them over. “Someone has obviously thought this through.” “Just remember do not contact any family member or friends.” He nodded and opened the envelope. “Well since we’re here and I have some money I might as well have a dance.” She danced for him, this time keeping track of the number of songs. It wasn’t totally unpleasant when he groped her breasts gently but she preferred her previous client’s touch. He handed her a few of the fifties. “Would you like to come with me? There is enough money to keep both of us in luxury for life.” “Thank you but no.” And she gave a small curtsey as a thank you.
He and Amber walked down the stairs and as he walked out of the club Amber remarked to Kim “I think I understand now when you said he was one of the good ones before. I’ve tried it and decided it’s not quite for me.” “Lots of girls say that but then the rent comes due and they come back. I don’t know if I should say I hope to see you again?” They both smiled and Amber walked out into the street to return to the office.
“So what was so special about Jeff then?” “These, a back up of an email server that identifies lots of tax evasion and at 10% of the tax recovered Jeff will be a rich man one day.” “So that’s why my cousin was offered to have her mortgage cleared for putting up with him no questions asked?” There was an answering smile.
“Amber we need to make sure a diplomat isn’t picked up in a raid.” “Tell him not to go?” “It’s one of those sort of things that he feels he needs to be seen at.” “Let me guess I’m to be a waitress and slip him the wink.” “Well a sort of waitress.” “Don’t tell me at a lap dance bar again?” “Good heavens no, nothing so down market but it’s a party sort of thing that is being sponsored by a large corporation.” “So he doesn’t want to not go in case he offends someone but you don’t want the hassle of him being involved?” “I knew you were bright.” “Am I likely to get swept up in the raid?” “I hope not it’s your job to get him out.” “Why me?” “Because you don’t look like a six-foot tall middle aged policeman?” “OK.”
Amber was guided through the building disguised as an apprentice heating engineer complete with a hard hat, protective vest, safety boots and safety glasses. Well at least no one would recognise her she thought. The escape route was well planned and there would be officers there who would be briefed to let her and her party pass. “The maids and normal staff have all been security vouched by the corporation. However there will be a group of entertainers who won’t be cleared in the same way. You and two others will have to wear a risqué outfit and assist the magician.” Amber wondered just how risqué the outfits were. She soon found out when she joined two fellow students at an agency and got sent along to the magician. “Well these are the three girls I have that fit the costumes. If you want to pay for new costumes, I could find you someone else?” Strangely enough the magician was satisfied with the three girls offered.
Since the outfits consisted of a lacy open cup bra coupled with a skimpy waist clincher and a matching garter belt with silk stockings, she thought that cup size wouldn’t have been that important. “Now the idea is to feed a little glamour and exotic excitement to their jaded palettes. So slip these on.” A pair of matching crotchless knickers were handed over. The dresser looked them over. “It’s missing something.” “Pasties?” Amber commented hopefully. Not a chance, the dresser brought out a pair of loops with a few jewels hanging from them. She very briefly suckled Amber’s nipples to make them hard then hung the plastic loop over each sliding something to hold them in place. “Perfect.” “Not if someone recognises me.” Lipstick of a deeper, brighter red than Amber would ever choose for herself was applied and an exotic eye mask that might have been made for a Venetian masked ball was the final finishing touch. There was a knock at the dressing room door and the dresser opened it and was handed a flat jewellery case. There was a whispered conversation and the door closed. “You’re to carry one of the prizes.” “Where?” “Oh it’s a real pearl necklace so somewhere safe.” Amber suddenly had a thought. “No?” “Just two or three beads sticking out to add interest. It’ll distract attention from your face.” Well it wasn’t a lap dance bar and it had been described as being more up market. She felt she didn’t have a lot of choice so in it went. It felt a tiny bit odd inside her and she definitely had no intention of madly dancing around tonight. She chatted to the other two students. They’d just been hired for the evening but the pay was very good.
The three girls first helped the serving staff by carrying trays full of champagne. Amber looked round the room. There seemed to be a mixture of men and women but there was at least a twenty-year gap in their ages. Some dresses barely covered the essentials. One certainly didn’t but pasties were worn underneath. She spotted gold chains being worn by some men fashionable gangsters perhaps? She wondered if the corporation was organised crime. Her bottom was gently patted as she wandered round. She’d heard about rolled up banknotes being used to do a line but it was the first time she’d seen one done. Together with the other two she stood behind the magician and wiggled when the magician indicated he wanted a distraction. “Now ladies and gentlemen we come to the draw.” Amber was induced to pick out a name from a hat. Amber noticed all the names seemed to be the same. Still he was fairly young and not unattractive. The gentleman stepped forward to claim his prize. “Now if you’d just like to lie on your back on the trolley.” Amber had a sense of impending doom. The two other girls attached a cord from a reel to the end of the trolley. Amber was guided to spread her legs and the trolley was trundled between them. “Now grip the end pearl in your mouth and hang on to it and the girls will pull you gently out.” The two girls started to turn the handle on the large reel very slowly and the trolley inched along. Amber felt his nose as it brushed against her. She felt exposed and not only that but she felt each separate pearl as it left her lips. The last one popped out leaving her feeling shattered. She stood up and the winner came and placed the pearl necklace around her neck. “It’s yours for I could never explain it to the wife.” He whispered in her ear as he did up the clasp.
Amber glanced at the time on his watch. Time to depart. First she had to reach her target and lure him away without interference. She stepped towards him meanwhile the magician held up a Mars bar. “For my next trick I shall make this candy bar disappear without even touching it.” He announced grandly. He passed it to one of the two students who removed the outer wrapper and held it up for all to see. “Now we place it in a special receptacle.” Alexis looked puzzled and held a finger to her lips then as if an idea came to her she motioned Jessica to remove her knickers then slid it between Jessica’s lips. “Now we come to the magic part. By sheer will power alone and with the assistance of my young lady here the Mars bar will now disappear.” He waved his magic wand. Alexis peered hard but could see it was still there. She moved closer. “The Mars bar will disappear!” She shrugged her shoulders and covering the end with her lips started to nibble it. She looked up with a smile on her face then returned to her task. Jessica started to moan and moved her hands over her breasts. Amber was stood next to her target now and laid her hand on his arm. “Pardon me sir but I’m to lure you away.” “She’s actually eating that girl out in front of our eyes.” The diplomat sounded as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes but allowed Amber to lead him towards the girls on the stage. He stood watching and Amber stood in front of him and moved his hands over her boobies in order to keep him occupied and close to her.
Alexis lifted her face up covered in chocolate smears. “There you see The Great Giorgio has once more done the impossible.” “There’s still some left on her face.” Came the cry from the back. Jessica simply took Alexis and first kissed her soundly before proceeding to lick the chocolate smears off. The Great Giorgio took a bow, and Amber signalled with her eyes they should slip out the curtain at the side of the stage. She caught her diplomat by the hand and gently tugged him behind the curtain. He slid his finger down to her crotch but she teasingly moved away through a side door that was propped open with a brick which she kicked out of the way once they were through and the door closed too behind them. “Have you just kidnapped me?” “Not quite but it’s time for you to leave the party. There are some guests arriving shortly you might not like to meet.” They scurried down corridors and eventually came out into the night. “I really think I really should let my bodyguard know what I’m doing.” Amber waved at the four policemen who were leaning against one of their cars and one spoke into his radio. She opened the door to a tall van “In you get and you can call your bodyguard now.” She picked up a shawl and draped it round her shoulders so she looked respectable through the windows then spoke into the phone. “There were lines of white powder on the small table on the left when you enter.” She drove round the corner where he could see a collection of press and police vehicles. “I take it there is a raid about to take place?” “Exactly now would you like to return to the party or be dropped off somewhere?” “The embassy residence please and a possible nasty bit of diplomacy and publicity neatly avoided. I thank you.”
After the diplomat had been dropped off Amber turned taking off her eye mask and mentioned their street clothes should be in a bag on the floor. Side curtains were drawn then the three of them got changed. “How could you?” Amber asked. “Easy money, I just suggested it to The Great Giorgio and he agreed and upped the fee accordingly. It’s something we’ve done before in private though.”
“Well done.” “But why was he there is the first place?” “Oh simple the mobsters knew he was going and once they saw him there they thought they were safe. If he hadn’t been there they would have left quickly.” “So it was the mobsters who were the target?” “Exactly and the lines you spotted were a bonus. It gave an excuse to test everyone for traces of drugs in their hair.” “I and my fellow students should have got danger money.” “You all had eye masks although I heard they were good and everyone was still talking about them when the raid happened which saved some trouble. I’ll sort out a couple of free tuition packages for them.”
Amber looked round the common room and spotted Alexis and Jessica drinking coffee. “I almost didn’t recognise you without your masks.” “You aren’t wearing your pearls today unless they’re inside your jeans?” Amber put her tongue out. “We’ve got our tuition covered but accommodation is expensive.” “We thought about applying to one of the seniorities.” “Cheap accommodation you mean?” “Yes but we weren’t sure.” “There’s an open house tonight I could come with you?” “Why not.” “Do you have somewhere at the moment?” “Floor space only, bring your own sleeping bag.”
Hannah looked round with satisfaction. Twelve places open and fifteen girls applying. She was going to have fun weeding them out. Tonight though was be nice to newcomers and get them feeling comfortable. The next time though she’d take them a tiny step at a time past their comfort zone. They’d be licking her and each others’ pussies and sucking the frats cocks before she was done and all on video. The secret was to take them one tiny step at a time.
“I don’t like the look of that Hannah.” “She’s pretty enough.” “Not what I meant.” “Guys I found a video of her see here.” “My god it looks like she’s putting last year’s wannabes through the mill. Look at the things she has them doing to get in.” “We’re expected to do that?” “Do we have a choice?” “It’s either that or massive student loans.” “So we suck cock and pussies on video? I don’t like the video. It could come back and bite you later in life.”
Amber looked round the common room. There he was, one of her classmates whom she’d never seen with a smartphone and he paid for his coffee with cash. He didn’t mingle either almost as if he was one of the undercovers but that didn’t make sense who would go undercover for four years at his age? She rang her friendly collator and agreed to do two shifts on a surveillance team in return for checking out a new possible boyfriend. “No, he’s not an internet date, a classmate if you must know who doesn’t use a smartphone or a debit card.” He called back ten minutes later. “Well he’s either in witness protection which doesn’t make sense or for some reason he wishes to remain very private.” “If you only object to the video side.” “And the number of different guys.” “Check out Ralph across the room.” “He looks OK.” “Then this is what we’ll do.” She outlined how a surveillance team worked and that evening they trailed Ralph to his home rotating the tail as she’d been taught.
Amber took a deep breath in and rang the door bell. “Hi Ralph, we fancy a coffee and couldn’t afford the coffee bar prices.” “How did you find me?” “Someone must have mentioned where you lived?” He frowned “You’d best come in.” He led the way to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Jessica said she’d prefer tea if that wasn’t too much trouble. They sat round the kitchen table “Right now tell me the real reason you’re here.”
Amber explained they were looking for somewhere to live and were thinking about one of the seniorities. Jessica interrupted and held out her smartphone. “But here you can see what last year’s newcomers had to do to get in.” “Good grief.” Alexis cut in with “So we hoped we could do a private deal.” Ralph looked puzzled for a moment. “Well you must confess your camouflage would be better if we hung out together.” “Camouflage?” “Shall we say then no smartphone, no debit card and a very private address?” Alexis stood behind Amber and lifted her jacket off. “I think Amber’s got very nice boobs and her nipples stand out nicely when I pinch them lightly.” “You’re proposing that all three of you move in here and I keep you satisfied sexually?” “I don’t think you could but Alexis and I like to share a bed but for somewhere to stay for four years we aren’t objecting to you taking liberties with our bodies.” You could feel the tension in the room.
“You’re making it hard to say no.” Amber came and stood besides him sliding her hand down to his hardness. “I don’t think your hardness wants to say no.” “You could show us your bedroom.” “It’s not very tidy.” “See you need Amber around to tidy up after you. Picture her in a maid’s headpiece with a quarter cup bra exposing her nipples, black stockings, she’s got the legs for them.” Ralph swallowed “I take it you’d like a monthly dress allowance as well?” The three girls grinned and carried him off to the bedroom. “So the deal is sex remains between the four of us no other partners?” The girls nodded their agreement. “We are at your command.” Ralph grinned for the first time. “Let me see that video again. The bit with one girl had her head between the other’s thighs.” Jessica found the bit and played it back. “Amber your head between Alexis’s thighs please doing whatever it was that will get Alexis that loverly deep pink colour and Jessica I’d like a blow job please.” Alexis stripped off and smiled at Amber. “You know what to do. We can try a Mars bar later.”
Jessica took Ralph in hand then blew a warm breath over the tip. “Is that right?” “Not quite it’s more a sort of kiss.”
Hanna was most put out when she received a text saying three candidates had withdrawn. Now she had no reason to put the others through their paces. She felt cheated.
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Finding Somewhere to Live - Karen Blayne