Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 09:14:57 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Tracey. Chapter Eight

			       Chapter Eight

        It was two days before Pieter rang back and Marcus took the call
and I saw him smile at what he heard.

     `Bingo!' he cried as he put the phone down. `They've found diamonds in
the corpse they checked and no doubt the other three have got them too.' He
gave me a hug and a kiss. `Your plan worked! They've got it all on film so
they can now pick them up at any time. Now let's hope that our lot don't
blow it like the Dutch. Got to speak to Spencer to see if they are
prepared.' He went back onto the phone and I mentally hugged myself and
hoped that we could go along to see the end of this adventure.

     `A car will pick us up at six o'clock to see the arrival of the
coffins,' Marcus said when he'd finished on the phone. `Spencer had already
heard the news and promised that we would be in at the death. I know it
might be a bit premature to celebrate, but let's have a drink and see how
we can spend the next four hours.' He was grinning when he said the last
bit and I knew exactly how he wanted the spend those few hours.

     While he opened a bottle of wine, I took two glasses through to the
bedroom and took off my dress. He had a big smile on his face when he came
into the room to see me in my underwear and already on the bed with the two
empty glasses held up to be filled.

     With the first glass drunk, I began to undress him, kissing each part
of his body that was uncovered in the process. My lips were quite dry by
the time he was naked, lying on the bed with his big erection laying up on
his stomach, the top just level with his belly button. He laughed when I
tipped some of my second glass of wine onto his prick and began to lick it
off. Of course, that was just the start. Next I had his prick in my mouth
and began to suck and tongue him in between my nibbling with my teeth. I
really made him squirm when I took his balls in my mouth and sucked on each
testicle in turn, almost rolling it around but being very careful when
doing it.

     I didn't go too far with doing this for I wanted him up inside me and
so I had to reluctantly let go of him to fit a rubber on his erection.

     `Now make us both happy,' I said as I gave it a rub. `You like fucking
me and I love you doing it, so put it where it belongs.' I smiled as I
turned round and offered him the place to put it.

     I loved the first touch he gave me for it was his lips as he kissed
each cheek of my bum before running his hands over them, giving them a
gently squeeze. His left hand was more of a flutter on my hip as he touched
me and I felt the tip of his cock gently nudge me as he moved in closer. He
paused with the head held there by his hips as his other hand ran up my
thigh to hold my other hip and then he pushed forward. There's hardly any
pain now that I'm used to the size of him expand me as the head moved in
for me to feel the heat of his body.

     With the head inside and the shaft following, I could then really feel
it throbbing inside me as his thighs touched mine. I wiggled my bum against
him to settle him inside me and loved the tremor of him as I felt it
transmitted through his thighs.

     `You gorgeous man,' I panted like a bitch on heat. `Love me as I love
you. Now really fuck me and let me feel it.' So he did and it was wonderful
to have his hard member moving in and out of me and wished it could go on
forever. The bit I loved and yet hated because I knew it was the beginning
of the end was when he started to come. He pulled me back tightly to him as
his hips began to jerk and I could feel his cock jump and throb in a
different way as he began to come, pumping his seed out into me and the
condom. The heat of him at this time was intensive and it was like molten
lava being poured into the condom and I could feel it appear to burn my
insides. In spite of that, it was what I wanted and loved to have up inside
me.

     This then led to his withdrawal which I hated. Having that big
throbbing piece pulled out of me to leave me feeling bereft and empty and
I've never been able to suppress a cry of dismay when this happens. But it
also never stopped me from quickly turning round to pull off his condom to
then be able to take the wet head of his cock in my mouth to suck out the
residue of his sperm.

     Marcus then fell to the bed and I went with him, not letting go of his
prick but almost biting it off in my passion of sucking on my favourite
lollipop. I didn't need much urging from him to move my body so that I
finished up on my side, my small erection then within reach of his
mouth. That he loved me too was evident when he took me into his mouth to
suck and tongue me, and keep on going till I came. He took it all and never
let me go as he swallowed and kept there to clean me up as I was doing to
him. It was also lovely to have him take my balls into his mouth to suck
and manipulate them as gently as I had to him.

     We stayed in this position for over an hour, kissing, licking,
nibbling and sucking as we fondled each other till he was up and raring to
go again. Then he took me again and it was just as good.

     But the clock ticked on and we couldn't stay in bed any longer and so
we got up and went and had a shower, still playing with each other. We were
dressed and ready when the car arrived and it wasn't long before we were at
the airport to see the plane arrive from South Africa. Marcus made sure
that there was a camera ready to film the unloading of the coffins into the
waiting van from Tofs, (U.K), and then following the van till it was
unloaded. From that point, the surveillance team would take over to see who
would collect the diamonds. But there again, they might even do the
delivery themselves, but which, we would just have to wait and see.

     Though having gone through this once before, we didn't think anything
would happen till the following day at least, so we got ourselves taken
back home. I don't have to tell you what we did when we got there, apart
from having dinner.

     We were there the next day, well it was really almost night-time when
two men arrived by car and went inside the house that was the locale of
Tofs (U.K.).

     `I hope they got that bloody camera rolling,' Marcus muttered as they
went into the building.

     `So do I for the film only runs for two hours,' I said. As luck would
have it, they came back out about ten minutes later, one of them carrying
what looked very much like a doctor's bag. `That's got to have the diamonds
in it,' I said excitedly as I grabbed Marcus' arm.

     `Let's hope so,' he said as our car started to move to follow them. I
must say that our driver was good, for we were able to follow them without
them picking us up. We drove right into the centre of London, into Soho and
pulled up outside a night club. I gave out a gasp when I saw the pink
yellow neon sign.

     `It's Cupid's Bow,' I said excitedly to Marcus. `It's a transvestite
club!'

     `What do we do now then?' he asked.

     `Go in too!' I exclaimed, opening the car door and getting out of
it. Marcus followed me and we crossed the road and I whispered to Marcus as
I took his arm, `Give the doorman a fiver and we're in.' Marcus put his
hand in his pocket and found one such note and palmed it to the man on the
door and he let us in.

     It was like coming home for me to walk into the place for it was
almost the same as the club I used to perform in when I last worked in the
area. Dim lighting, little tables facing a small lit stage where one of the
club's performers was belting out a song. I inwardly cringed at this singer
as it was as bad as it could get and felt thankful as we sat down that it
was her last song.

     We both looked round for any sign of the two men, but they couldn't be
seen. A waiter stopped at our table for a drinks order and Marcus ordered
two large gin and tonics. This got rid of him and gave us time for our eyes
to become accustomed to the gloom, but we still couldn't see them. Then the
next performer came on to the stage and I was surprised to recognise her as
being Lulu who used to work at the same club as myself and Toni. She looked
older but there was no doubt it was her for her voice sounded even richer
that it had when we last sang together.

     `That's Lulu,' I said to Marcus.

     `Yes,' he said, not even looking at the stage, his eyes still
wandering around the club. It was during Lulu's last song that the two men
appeared coming down the stairs from what must have been the office minus
the bag. 'So this is the middle man.'

     `What do we do now?' I asked. `Do we follow them or stay here?'

     `Stay here. The others can follow those two. We can stay here inside
to see if he or someone else comes out with the bag.'

     Lulu finished her song and disappeared from the stage and a few
minutes later, I saw her begin to circulate round the club. She suddenly
saw me and gave out a squeal and came rushing over to our table. I got up
and we hugged and kissed each other's cheek as Marcus pulled out a chair
for her.

     `Tracey! It's been simply ages since I last saw you,' she said as she
sat down and Marcus signalled a waiter for some drinks.

     `About two years now. Lulu. I'd like you to meet my husband, Marcus
Kane.'

     `What a gorgeous looking man. How do you do Marcus,' Lulu said,
extending her hand.

     `You look good and sang well too,' Marcus replied, shaking her
hand. She didn't really pick up on the word husband because it was a term
often used by us to denote our current bed-mate so I didn't go into details
about how we actually were married.

     `How long have you two been going together?' she asked.

     `About three months now,' I said.

     `Well if you get tired of him, let me know,' she said, making cow eyes
at Marcus. He grinned back at her.

     `No chance of that,' I stated flatly. `How long have been here at this
club?' I asked to change the subject.

     `Nearly two years now. Since you left, the Venus wasn't the same, so I
stayed a few months and left and came here.' The club she was talking about
was Venus Rising, a gay and transvestite club that we had performed
in. Then Lulu went on to embarrass me by telling Marcus what went on in
there, something I had not told him about. As she told Marcus, I might as
well tell you.

     It was only after I had auditioned and got a job there did I find out
about two weeks after starting, that they had a members only night once a
month. What happened on these nights was that at the end of the evening,
there was an auction of the girls and had live sex on the stage. Being the
newcomer, I would have been first but Toni stepped in to be first for me to
see what happened.

     After the finale, we had to go out, one at a time for the auction. We
had to take our dresses off and just stand there in our suspender belt,
stockings and bra only while the compere took bids on what the punters
offered to have sex on stage with the girl currently on show. Half the
money finally accepted as the winning bid went to the girl and the other to
the club's fund to be used for the meal on the annual party that was held
later in the year.

     I watched as Toni was sold as it were for fifty pounds and saw her
have to bend over for the man who'd bidden the most, get his cock out of
his trousers and fuck her in front of everybody there.

     Then it was my turn. I went out there into the spotlight trembling for
though I'd had plenty of male sex, this was going to be the first time of
doing it with an audience watching me. I stood there and took off my dress
and felt really exposed standing there in just my underwear while the
compere took the bids. With me being fresh meat, the bids came fast and I
was finally sold for ninety pounds. I was still trembling as the man who'd
won the bid came onto the stage and saw that he was middle aged and going
to fat. He had a big smile on his face and waved out to the crowd as he
came up to me and stroked my bum.

     He pointed to the floor in front of him and it was obvious he wanted
to be the first man in the club to stick his cock into my mouth. So out
came his cock from his trouser front and I went onto my knees and sucked on
him, hoping that was all that he wanted, but it wasn't. Only when his cock
was properly lubricated with my saliva, did he pull it out and made me bend
over, using a chair to support myself. He then shoved his erect and hard
prick up into me and fucked me in front of about a hundred people and I'm
sure that my face was bright red by now at having him fuck me in public.

     From then on, I got propositioned every night when I circulated the
room to promote the drinks, but those that I accepted, we did it in the
cottages and not in front of the rest of the club.

     As time went on, my status rose until I was almost the star of the
club and therefore went onto the stage later and drew quite some
substantial bidding for the right to fuck me up on the stage.

     The annual members night was slightly different, for half of the money
bid during the preceding months went towards a meal for the members and
upon entry into the club that night, they were given a number.

    We did our normal show while they all had a meal, drinks at their usual
prices, until the finale. Then the lowest ranked member of the cast was
sent out onto the stage and then a number was drawn from the hat for a free
fuck or whatever. It was on the same principle as the monthly club night
but without the bidding. I'd now been out on the stage to be auctioned
eleven times and I was now used to it and when I came out and took off my
dress, there was a general stir as I was the most attractive one of the
lot.

     Knowing that I was about to be fucked in front of them all, I had an
erection as I stood there in my underwear as the number was pulled out for
the lucky man to fuck me for free. There were cheers and groans as the
winner shouted out that he'd won me and came bounding up onto the stage. He
was a bit of a poser for he quickly undressed himself so that he was more
naked than I was and he wanted me to suck on him first before he fucked me.

     His tool was quite impressive and I was now loving the fact of people
watching me be fucked and imagined what they felt as they watched this man
stick his cock up inside me till he bucked and jerked as he came. Then
after all of the girls had been had on the stage, we stayed naked and went
round the other members to be either fucked or suck on them till we'd
exhausted them all. That night, I had fifteen men fuck me and I sucked on
ten other erections, taking in all their sperm until I was awash with
it. At fifty pound a fuck and twenty five for a suck made the evening
rather profitable. So I was a male whore but I didn't care about the money
so much, it was just that I liked having a cock either up inside me or in
my mouth. You can see why I had never told Marcus about this part of my
life.

     This was the story that Lulu was telling Marcus, but I actually left
that club for Berlin before the next annual meeting of the members. It was
while she was telling him this that I had the germ of an idea for keeping
surveillance on the inside of the club. I then put it to Marcus when Lulu
went back to get ready for her next stint on the stage and he agreed to it.

     So when Lulu came back off the stage, I asked her if one of the girls
could go sick for a few days and me take her place in the line up. I gave
her five hundred dollars, telling her to pay the girl and keep some of it
for herself. She took the money and went backstage and was back within ten
minutes saying that Daphne had agreed but we would have to get the approval
of the club's owner.

     `Look,' I said to Lulu. `Go and find the owner and tell him that
Daphne is ill and going home and that I am here to take her place till
she's better. Better tell Daphne first though.'  Lulu disappeared again and
came back to say that Daphne was going home now and that I should be ready
to go on stage when it would have been her turn.

     I went back with her to the dressing room just to check my make-up and
stayed there till it was my turn to come on. I peeked out at where Marcus
was sitting and saw that there was now another man sitting there with him
and Lulu. He was a short, balding middle aged man who was the recipient of
the diamonds and was ignorant of who exactly Marcus was.

     Then I heard the trio cue the music for Daphne and out I went onto the
stage and sang the three songs she would have done and received quite an
ovation for not only singing well, but stepping into the breach for the
entertainment of the punters.

     It was like a breath of fresh air for me to be out on the stage again,
singing after several months away, but I hadn't lost any of my timing and
did a wonderful job and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

     After taking my bows, or should I say curtsies, went back out into the
club to meet the owner who was still sitting there with the other two. He
stood up as I approached and had a nice smile of his florid face as he
introduced himself.

     `That was well done Tracey,' he said as he offered me his hand. `I can
see why Lulu was most enthusiastic for you to step in to replace poor
Daphne. If you are really free, you can sing in the club for as long as you
like.'

     `Thank you Mr...er,' I paused, for I didn't know his name.

     `Oh I'm sorry. My name is Fredrick Oblamov. The owner of the
club. Don't be put off by the name for I was born in England of White
Russian parentage,' he laughed. I shook his hand and learned that he knew
me as Tracey Spencer and I was most welcome to perform in his club. Lulu
had obviously told him of my antecedents.

     So I was hired there and then as a stand in which suited our book to
give Marcus the excuse to be in there every night to watch this man and see
when and if he passed over the bag of diamonds.

     It was not until we left the club at closing time to find out what the
rest of the team were doing in regard to the outside of this operation. We
were in a car to go home and we were updated on what was happening. The man
detailed to follow the two men who carried the bag into the club, lost the
two he was following, but this wasn't a big deal as they were only
couriers.

     The best bit was that our side had taken over a flat that was opposite
the club's entrance and could see and film everybody who went in and out at
any time of the day or night. The occupants of the flat had been booked
into a plush hotel for as long as the surveillance was to last and were
quite happy to do so as it was all being paid for by the government.

     Nothing happened for three days. I was singing and dancing in the club
with Marcus watching to see if the diamonds were collected for these three
nights. We had got into the habit of calling into the flat opposite
sometime during the afternoon to see what photographs had been taken of the
club's entrance. For we had learned that this was the only way in and out
for Oblamov who actually lived above the club.

     We were actually there when a man called at the club and was let
in. He hadn't been the first but he was duly photographed and everybody
perked up when he emerged about half an hour later with the bag we had been
waiting to see.

     `This is it,' one of the surveillance team said into his
walkie-talkie. `The bag has been identified,' this was from Marcus and
myself. `The collector is now waiting to hail a taxi. Can you see him?'

     `Yes,' came a squawky voice from the handset. `We've got him. Will
follow.'

     `So will we,' Marcus said to me. `Come on,' and he grabbed a squawk
box off of one of the surveillance team and we hurried downstairs to where
our car had just pulled up. `Where is he?' Marcus asked of the driver.

     `He's in a taxi and just turning into Shaftesbury Avenue heading
towards Holborn,' was the reply.

     `I bet he's heading for Hatton Garden,' I said, quite excited that our
mission was nearly at an end with our quarry leading us to his lair.

     `Let's just hope they don't lose him now,' Marcus said, and we lapsed
into silence to listen to the running commentary of the man's taxi journey.

     `He's now approaching Holborn Circus,' came the voice from the box.

     `That's where Hatton Garden starts,' I said to Marcus. He thumbed the
speak button on his control.

     `Move in closer. He's nearly at his destination. We're catching up
fast.'

     `Wilco.'

     We fairly hurtled along High Holborn with a blue light flashing but no
siren and we got to Holborn Circus and our light was turned off just as the
box squawked.

     `Turning into Hatton Garden and...he's indicating he's stopping. Yes,
he's pulled into the curb. I'm going to pull in just ahead.'

     `Okay,' Marcus said into his box. `Suspect in sight now. Follow him on
foot and wait for us to join you.'

     `Wilco.'

     We pulled into the curb before we reached the taxi just as the man was
paying off his ride. We got out of our car, the driver staying with the
vehicle and we met up with three other men as we turned into Greville
Street, following our suspect. We led, a man and a woman, arm in arm so as
not to arouse any suspicion with the others following at staggered
intervals.

     We watched him turn into one of the houses carrying that bag full of
goodies and I then had this sick feeling in my stomach that we might just
be following a decoy. I didn't dare voice my feelings to Marcus as we
stopped just passed the front door to the building till the others caught
up to us.

     One man had his walkie-talkie to his ear, having given the address of
the man and was just waiting to be given a name to put on the search
warrant that he was carrying. This warrant had already been signed and it
only needed the name and address to be filled in to be able to use it. I
learned later that this was really the wrong way round of doing this kind
of thing, but when Spencer wanted something, he got it. As soon as this
news came through, the warrant was hastily filled in with the details and
then it was time to raid the house of the man with, I hoped, the smuggled
diamonds.

     Marcus and I held back for the officer in charge to knock on the door
and we waited till the man we had followed, opened the door with a
quizzical look on his face at seeing five of us outside his door.

     `Police,' the Detective Inspector said, showing him his warrant card
in his wallet. `We have a warrant to search the premises for stolen and
smuggled diamonds.'

     `But...but you can't,' he stammered, his face now showing alarm. `I'm
a respectable citizen! You can't just come barging in like this,' he
protested as the Inspector pushed his way into the man's house and the
others behind him with Marcus and I bringing up the rear. We followed the
others with the man protesting all the way to his study where we found the
bag on his desk and lots of little leather pouches.

     `Now what do we have here?' the Inspector asked as he opened one of
the pouches and poured out a number of rough uncut diamonds on the desk's
blotter. `Mr. Kleinman, I'm arresting you for the receiving of stolen
diamonds with the intent to cut and sell such said items. Anything you
say...,' and he went on to read him his rights in English law while
Mr. Kleinman kept on protesting his innocence.

     That's when I moved in to help them count and place the pouches back
into the bag that they had arrived in. Needless to say, two of the pouches
finished up in my own pocket, but such was my expertise in this field, that
the fact wasn't noticed. Well I had to try to recover our expenses for the
trip to South Africa and back, though I didn't tell Marcus this time.

     With the bag shut, Kleinman was handcuffed and taken out to the car
and we were thanked by the Inspector for our help. Marcus did point out
that the diamonds did actually belong to the South African government and
we were assured that after the trial, they would be returned. The Inspector
then got onto his control to go and pick up Oblamov and to also try and
find the other two men who carried the diamonds as well as issuing orders
to arrest the two owners of Tofs (UK).

     `Can we also inform South Africa that they can now pick up those
involved at their end?' Marcus asked.

     `Certainly,' he said, and gave the instructions to inform the South
Africans that this end was wrapped up and they could do the same in their
country.

     `Well that is a happy ending for a change,' Marcus said as we watched
the others depart from Greville Street.

     `I always thought that with you getting your end away with me was a
happy ending,' I whispered to him with a smile as we got into our car.

     `Now that's an end I'm always happy to see,' he replied giving my bum
cheek a squeeze.

     `Well let's go home then and you can do more than see it,' I said.

     `I'm afraid not yet darling. We'll have to go and see Spencer first to
report or he'll be sending for us.'

     `Oh fuck Spencer! He's a pain in the arse.'

     `You haven't been sleeping with him, have you?' he asked in mock
horror.

     `God forbid! He'd have a heart attack if I offered it to him,' I
laughed, `but I'd like to see his face if I did.' We both chuckled at the
thought and let the car take us to Whitehall and our Nemesis.

     `Very well done the pair of you,' he said after Marcus had given him a
verbal report. `I've just heard that the South Africans are collecting up
the villains at their end. They will also be sending off to us a copy of
their filming and want a copy of ours to prosecute. Let me have your full
report in writing in the next couple of days which I can edit and send off
to the Public Prosecutor's office for them to start proceedings.'

     With that, we were dismissed.

     `I thought that the least he could have done was to offer us a drink,'
I said somewhat petulantly as we made our way downstairs.

     `Let's have one at home for I'm dying to get you into bed.'

     `Oooh, you are naughty, but I love you for it,' I said as I gave his
arm a squeeze, though I would rather had squeezed him somewhere else, but I
couldn't in that building. We walked home and when inside, while he fixed
us a drink, I phoned Lulu. That was to tell her to tell Daphne to report
for work that evening, but didn't say that their boss wouldn't be there. He
should have been arrested by then for handling stolen goods. With that
done, I took my drink from Marcus and gave him a kiss.

     `I'm all yours now to do whatever you want with me,' I said as I
pulled him through into the bedroom.

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