Agent Kitty Hawke Pt. 3, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-16. Times viewed: 1058.
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- Intro: The countdown to Kitty initiating a mammoth drunk bust or a disastrous miscalculation is under-way. Kitty holds her nerve and relaxes with sex with Peter.
Wearing protective gear, Kitty Hawke and Peter Gunson, stood on the starting mound at the top of the start of the 1-mile descent that would have them hurtling down the incline to the finish below, a drop of 660 feet.
“Scared?” he asked and looked quite startled when she said, “Nah this looks like a training track.
He said to mount and prepare to set off on the count-down from five, go at the call of zero.”
They pulled down the visors of their helmets. The track was wide enough for five cyclists to race five abreast with a little margin for safety between them providing anyone veering off line a bit maintained control.
Kitty waited for the call of zero and for Peter to actually apply pedal pressure before she powered off, in case he waited to give her a start. That delayed her start and she began half a bike length behind and that had increased to 1½ lengths before she really had the power on. And the 150-yard marker Peter braked slightly as he sped across a section of almost flat track to line up the sleep drop coming up whereas Kitty continued pedalling and started the steeper downhill with a 15 foot launch into the air before her wheels hit the ground and gained traction, perfectly aligned.
Because of Peter’s touch of the brakes and the thrust of that aerial launch, she ended up a good two lengths ahead of Peter and nothing he could do could narrow the gap between them. In fact Kitty rode perfectly and she was slowing and was a bit over three lengths ahead as she crossed between the finishing posts.
“You’re amazing,” Peter said panting, as they slewed their bikes to a stop under braking in the light gravel in the stopping area
“Gee that was fun. I only beat you because of tactics. You had a great start. I’d studied the track map and figured if I didn’t brake before that steep section at the 150-yard mark I could make up ground on you. It was high risk and came off better than expected.”
“Yeah it was a great aerial, perfect in fact because of your body position and control and yet I didn’t think it was over at that stage. I’m noted for my sprints… oh but of course you would have read that on my club profile.”
“Yes and all you would have read on my profile update was that I’m improving.”
Peter sniffed and said he’d come prepared for sex.
“And so did I,” Kitty chuckled. “The winner decides she wants sex and you’re her choice.”
Peter’s yell of “Hallelujah!” scared birds in the trees.
They agreed they were both tired and made a date to go out on Wednesday for early dinner.
* * *
Once Kitty had read all the background reports of those people on Kitty’s List No. 1 as it was now called, and finding nothing to suggest she was on to something, she bit her bottom lip in exasperation. She’d been sure that list identified a group of people engaged in a covert operation, either for the authorities or a criminal organization. Or perhaps, although not likely in her mind, some if not all on that list headed a criminal organization.
“What piece or pieces of the jigsaw was she missing or was she peeing into the wind?
Kitty logged online and studied the port’s shipping movements for the next month and saw only one vessel, due to arrive in eight days, came direct from Eastern Europe.
Was that unusual? She thought it could be and frowned, thinking she needed an expert opinion.
Next day when she was out on her lunch break she called Peter and asked what he did in port administration.
“And hi to you,” he said lightly.
“Oh hi,” Kitty said and thought she must bury her frustration.
“I do as little as possible.”
Her hands appeared to be moving towards a throttling position. She forced a laugh and asked could she speak to him confidentially and he said of course.
“The Lydia IV bulk carrier is due here next week. Are you able to send me a copy of the ship’s manifest?”
Peter the good boy didn’t ask why or how a woman like her knew such a thing as a ship’s manifest existed (it contains a complete list of cargo and other details required for Customs).
“I don’t need to send you anything because I already know. Lydia is carrying 20 earth scrapers here for an importer who aims to recondition them and sell them to land subdivision developers and civil contractors.”
“Is there anything unusual in that?”
“Only the scale of the import,” Peter replied. “Four or five machines wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow but twenty? That’s how I heard about it; the guys were discussing it and several agreed the importer could go broke because of the high holding costs until they sold unless of course it was a big firm with it’s not. It’s a little outfit that sells second-hand tractors and other farm machinery at Westfield, some 150 miles southeast of here.”
Kitty felt her semi-depression lift almost instantly because this could be it. She asked casually where would Lydia sailing to after leaving the Port of Tremain?
“We don’t know and even that is unusual but it happens from time to time. The information filed says To Sea. Obviously it’s yet to find another cargo and being a special ship, something like a car freighter but with heavier decking to take heavier units, finding cargo don’t come easy for ships like her but it’s cheaper to keep them at sea than tied up in port will all the fees we apply. You sound excited?”
“No,” lied Kitty, who was sweating in excitement.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I haven’t inquired why you wanted this information?”
Kitty tensed, Jesus why couldn’t males be dumb all the time. She decided Paul was intelligent enough to accept a direct although unsatisfactory answer.
“You are too much of a gentleman to press me on that.”
“Just be careful Kitty,” he said and cut the call.
Kitty’s heart was pounding. Omigod he was on to her. She wiped her palms on the skirt over her thighs and thought his warning was a comment of a friend and not a foe. She began to relax a little.
That afternoon she wrote a comprehensive report on her personal computer, encrypted it and now that the courier service had been tried and proven she sent it off and next morning received the reply back from The Organisation. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t email an encrypted message and receive the reply back but she’d been told that was the preferred system.
The reply was brief and she decrypted it. ‘Good work but based on speculation. Can’t assist until you can provide evidence. However we’ll pull strings to get Customs to give vessel an extra good going over. Fini.’
Well she had been expecting excepting something negative like that, having asked herself what she would do in the Controller’s position. She was on her own until she gather evidence but by then it could be too late. If something untoward happened she would have to be ready to initiate action to close the net. God what a load of toads those jerks at the top of The Organisation really were.
At 5:30 Kitty went to the archaic-named facility known as the canteen where she’d arranged to meet Chief Inspector Ian Gower who greeted her warmly at arm’s length and said, “I thought your suggestion at having a drink was just an empty vessel, you just being friendly.”
“No I don’t suggest social meetings or any other meetings for that matter unless I intend carrying out my invitation.”
She handed his ten quid and said a brandy lime and soda for her and he could buy what he wanted.”
“No I can’t accept…”
“Are you parodying a chauvinistic pig?”
He grinned and took the money and went over to order and collected the drinks.”
As they settled she said, “I might be close to calling on your big time.”
“Jesus, keep your voice down,” he said, looking around anxiously and found no one was in close vicinity as many people were still working.
“How do I contact you when the time comes?”
“By this number,” he said, passing her a card.
He leaned forward and she leant forward, their heads almost touching. He said, “What’s the target.”
She said, “The Lydia, due next Tuesday.”
He pulled away and said dismissively, “We’ve already done a preliminary surveillance and I can say nothing suspicious showed up.”
She said, “Oh yes, a 42,000-ton vessel coming all the way from a port in Eastern Europe with twenty earth scrapers, not other cargo, and sailing after unloading empty with no other ports listed to pick up cargo.”
Ian said “What!” and looked around nervously.
“Paul I’m an operative for a Government agency.”
“I suspected that.”
“My instructions are to keep a close watch, what I have nothing but suspicion. Therefore I consider I’m on my own. But the time I have indisputable hard evidence, in all probability it will be all over Rover.”
“Yeah and you’re in the hot seat where nowhere to go.”
“My only hope is something will transpire giving me a reason to call in the tag team.”
“Oh yeah and who are they?”
“You and the guys you feel you can trust.”
Ian lost his pink colour.
“It’s okay pal, I’ll only press the button when I’m damn sure.”
“That puts me at ease, I think.”
And that was as far as they could go. They had another drink and Ian went home to his family and Kitty went home to prepare for her date, taking her razor into the shower in great anticipation.
* * *
Peter shared a flat with two other guys who had some other guys around that night to watch a bit boxing match-up and Kitty lived at home and who parents were staying in that night and so it was her car or nothing.
They had a reasonable meal, although nothing memorable, but they interfaced well an as they left the restaurant Peter said, “You know I’m beginning to have suspicions about the Lydia since you have suggested her visit might not be all it seems.”
“Well how big a window of opportunity do we have after she ties up, five hoists off an hour by cranes equals four hours for Customs to do a really slow and thorough appraisal?”
“The system is tow-on and tow-off, all scrapers unloaded within 45 minutes and held in bond store until Customs has completed a mandatory inspection.”
“Oh yes, everyone wants efficiency in through-put through ports these days.”
Kitty sighed and said, “We require either a big goof of a miracle Peter.”
“Yeah,” he said and told her where to drive to a fairly secure place where they could expect to bang away undisturbed except by the cars of other amorous people arriving and departing.
Kitty was delighted that Peter didn’t rip off her panties and stick it in and turn red-faced and pound her at a gallop. Instead he pulled her toward him and bent over and kissed her softly and sweetly and first and whispered tender things about how he felt about her.
She was almost jumping out of her skin in anxiety when he finally pushed a hand under her bra cup and said in surprise, “Jesus this nipple is like a piece of rock.”
“Yes Peter,” she said, like an adult talking to a guy who was spaced out.
“Um do you want me to pick up the pace?”
“Yes” she sighed and jumped two inches into the air when he slapped a hand on to her pussy.”
“God you a heated up and… and wet down her.”
“Yes,” Peter she said, feeling as if she had been naughty and caught out.
“Should I go down and suck and finger?”
“Yes,” she screamed.
Later Kitty has given the opportunity to suck his thick cock and suck it she did, obviously too enthusiastically because 90 seconds later she was filling the back of her mouth with very thick cum.
“Jesus what did you do?” he shouted, panting.
“What now,” he demanded. “I’ll be useless for at least the next twenty minutes.”
“Just try to push it in, it’s still at half-mast,” he said, with his cock in her hand.
Peter groaned and he said sounding disinterested, “It appears to be sliding in pretty well.”
When he stopped pushing Kitty said, “Are you ready to bang me.”
“Give me time Kit.”
She pushed a finger wetted by her leakage up his butt, hard and fast, and Peter bellowed, “What the hell, I have a full erection” and he began banging Kitty in their confined and uncomfortable environment with great enthusiasm, leaving her to wonder if his intent was to drive into her cervix. The thought excited her and after that round they rested and clipped off two more, driving off very satisfied and very tired.
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