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“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mickey Mouse! And naughty boys get punished!” I brought the ruler down hard on his naked ass, causing him to flinch. I kept at it until I’d given him a dozen hard smacks, which his stiff cock told me he was enjoying.I called him Mickey Mouse because his ears stuck out, and he told me to call him Mickey instead of his real name, Mykola. By the time we had reached that state of play, he seemed to be enjoying his nickname.What he didn’t know was how much I was enjoying punishing him. I was meting out a tiny bit of punishment to someone who had been involved in my Mistress’ murder, but it was nothing compared to the pain I was going to unleash on him and his bosses, once I learned who they were.Until then, spanking him with a ruler would have to satisfy me. And him.~~~~~Finding the first link in the chain of people responsible for my Mistress’ murder had been hard enough. I had seduced, fucked, and wheedled the information out of Piers, an Amsterdam policeman who had befriended me as a bereaved widow. Then I staged my own suicide and hitchhiked to Brussels to start hunting Miriam’s killers in earnest.There I had started working for Mikhail, the manager of a strip club, and the low-level stooge who had owned the car that had run Mistress off the road, leading to her death. But he was a small cog in a bigger organization, with an intellect to match, so I needed to find out who as above him. I had wormed my way into his trust by sucking and fucking him with adoring eyes and limited English, pretending to be an Ukrainian illegal by the name of Stefi.By the fifth week at the Club, I was not only stripping, but had also managed to become being Mikhail’s secretary, fucking him while pretending to be an illegal worker from Eastern Europe named Stefi. Even though he neglected to pay me for this extra work, I always demonstrated my gratefulness, was outwardly slavish in my respect and loyalty to him, and was at his beck and call.I knew how well I had succeeded in this charade by what he said to others in my presence, such as, “Yeah she isn’t too bright, but Stefi is a looker who knows her place and does what she is told.”That allowed me to gain access to his files, and to learn about the local operation, which basically was a local operation running drugs and illegal, often underage girls for some higher up mobsters. Trouble was, I hadn’t yet figured out who my boss called boss.When Mickey first came into the club, I picked up a vibe from my boss and others that this guy was important, so I asked one of the other staff, who told me he was my boss’ boss. Bingo!So, I arranged to wait on his table that evening, and went out of my way to be nice to him, flirt with him, brush my leg up against his, lean over to give him a look at my tits while I was serving, and generally do whatever I could to get his attention. I had also bribed the House Mother, who scheduled the dancers, so that I could dance for him, and pulled out all the stops with a super routine to get his attention. It worked.Up until then, my boss kept me exclusively for his own private use, and I sucked and fucked him every day. But the next day, my boss came into the office where I was doing clerical work, and told me I had a date with a very important client. He also made it very clear to me that I was to do whatever this client wants, and that I absolutely could not say no to anything! Finally, he ended by saying, “Don’t fuck this up for us!”Of course, what he really meant was don’t fuck it up for him. He was incredibly nervous, and kept going back and forth between threatening me and cajoling me to take care of this “client.” The client’s name was Alexi, my boss said, and he was very important, very important!I let him stutter on and on, and he finally gave me €500 before uttering a final threat, then hurried out of the office before I could say anything.The first time I went Ankara escort to Alexi’s hotel room, he immediately wanded me for electronics, had me strip, then searched me and my clothes for a wire to see if I was trying to record our conversations. Fortunately, I hadn’t worn one, but it told me that this guy was ruthless and smart, which my boss wasn’t. It also told me he had things to hide – which was what I intended to find out.He introduced himself as Mykola, not “Alexi,” but said I should call him “Mickey.” Then he proceeded to use me as his personal fucktoy.Since he had already stripped me, he had me kneel and jerk him off, first with my hand, and then had me suck him until he pulled out and came all over my face and chest, marking me. I paused for a moment, as if shocked, then, still wearing his cum, I started playing to his kinks as I stroked him.“Oh God, I so want you to own me, I want your cock, anywhere you want to put it – cunt, ass, mouth, tits! Please, Mickey – please do me, do me hard!”Like that. And he bought it, having me ride him cowgirl with my hands behind my head, while he worked to ram his cock as far into me as he could. As the night went on, he kept pushing me further and further, trying to find a kink that shocked me so he could force me to do it. What he didn’t know was that I had been much further than he ever had – or ever would go, so there was no “too far” with me. At the end of the evening, when we were lying, exhausted, in bed, he told me, “Christ, Stefi, you fuck like a crazed banshee!”I smiled to myself, but thanked him effusively, and told him I’d really like to see him again. He smiled, obviously pleased that he was such a great cocksman. He also surprised me and gave me a €1,000 tip. I thanked him and sucked him off again.When I went back to the Club the next day, I told boss about the tip and tried to give it to him as I thought it might be a trick to see if I was being straight with them. But boss was relieved and delighted, and pushed the money back into my hands – and then gave me another €500 on top of that!After that, whenever Mickey was in town, I went with him on a “date,” and he gave me €1,000 each time.The next time, he brought out a collar and leash, thinking I’d back off, and he could force me. He was surprised when I went with it and urged him on, begging him to do me doggie style, which he loved.He definitely liked having me suck him, and really got off on having me tongue his ass and massage his prostate. Not long after that, we moved into Golden Showers, with me standing over him and pissing on his face and chest.That’s when I decided to kink things up even more. For my next date with him, I took off my overcoat and put on a nun’s wimple so I was wearing that, plus black boots, a thong, thigh-highs, and nothing else. I switched, and dominated him, which he found he loved even more than dominating me. That was when I spanked him with the ruler.After he had taken his punishment happily, I told him I would forgive him. I led him into the bathroom and had him lie in the bathtub, then squatted and pissed on him, giving him “holy water” and absolution of his sins.Over the days and weeks that followed, whenever he was in town, we got it on. He came to take me for granted, just another fucking sex worker to be impressed by his prowess and the size of his dick. But we would often lie in bed, between fucking, and I would listen to him brag about how important he was in the organization, prompting him with adoring questions.I was also able to listen in on his phone conversations. Once he had accepted that I was a whore (because I had taken the money he gave me, right?), he thought no more about me. I became furniture. In that way, he was much like my boss at the Club. Despite being much smarter, he still had this blind spot – and I made sure that I fit right into it.And after Ankara escort bayan a while, it worked. I finally got the names of the two men he reported to, whom he called Mr. Money and Mr. Action. I finally managed to wheedle their proper names out of him. It also became clear that they were both very near the top of the organization.~~~~~All through the four months I worked for Mikhail in the strip club, stealing information from his files and copying data from his computer and his phone, I had also been planting leaks about the Brussels drug and illegal – and frequently underage – sex ring in a variety of places. Some of it went through anonymous tips to the local police. Some went to the German police, and once to the Amsterdam police through Piers. Some went to local newspapers as confidential tips that led to a couple of sensational scoops about corrupt politicians.The result was a series of low-level raids and drug busts. Nothing truly crippling, but enough to arouse suspicion that there was a leak somewhere in the organization, and also to establish me (through a variety of identities) as a credible source to the people receiving my anonymous tips.I also managed to make it look as if my boss, Mikhail, was working with the cops to save his neck. As a result, when the final bust did come, his employers thought he had worked a plea deal with the police, so they abandoned him instead of pulling strings or hiring a good lawyer.But this all left enough questions that the organization was starting to think they had a higher level mole as well. It was enough to plant suspicion and cause arguing and infighting within the organization.By the time I left for Frankfurt, the local organization was a shambles, with most of the members going to jail. And the police just happened to roll up to the Club before I had arrived for work that day.Of course, it was entirely accidental that I wasn’t there.But my time in Brussels and playing the role of Stefi had taken their toll. I was exhausted when I left Frankfurt from a steady diet of days working as a secretary, and nights as a stripper and fucktoy. And I needed to get away from the sex trade because anyone still looking for Nika, De Muis – or trying to track down “Stefi” – would naturally start looking in sex clubs and among sex workers.Two days before the raid, I had sanitized my apartment, then went to the train station and bought a ticket for Frankfurt in the name of “Rona Schmidt,” and put it with a “go” bag in a station locker.After I watched the raid on the Club from a distant coffee shop with a clear sight line, I took the bus to the train station, bought a ticket for Hamburg in Stefi’s name, then retrieved my go bag from the locker.Then “Stefi” got on the train for Hamburg, went into the toilet as the train left the station, changed her clothes, scrubbed her makeup off and redid it in a much more demure fashion, tucked her hair up into her hat, put on a large pair of sunglasses, and “Rona” emerged as a completely different woman. Even my walk was different.At the first stop after departing Brussels, I stepped daintily off the train at the last minute, checked the platform to make sure nobody else got off with me, changed platforms, and got on the train to Frankfurt. Once I reached Frankfurt am Main and found a temporary apartment in a decent part of town, I had my hair dyed brunette with colored streaks, cut into a much younger style, and became “Anka,” an innocent young woman looking for work in Frankfurt’s burgeoning tech sector.My contacts in The Collective – a loose association of hackers to which I belong – helped me locate the kind of cybersecurity job I wanted. I made an appointment for an interview and got glowing references from the places I had supposedly worked, all backed by members of The Collective. Since I was more than capable of doing the work that Escort Ankara my employer hired me to do, once I started, they never checked any further.Now I had a new identity with the necessary papers to match. I was in a respectable job, far from the sex trade, that paid me a decent wage, supplied all the cash I needed for the moment, and gave me access to powerful computers and sophisticated software tools.I was ready to start the hunt for Mr. Action and Mr. Money.~~~~~Two weeks later, I had caught up on my sleep and was horny, lonely, and frustrated. That’s not a good combination, especially when you’re in an office surrounded by young, horny, opportunistic men.But my extensive experience with men is that they can’t resist crowing about a sexual conquest. That was the last thing I wanted, especially as one of those horny men was Jürgen, the big boss. Sleeping with him could crater the job if it went wrong, but sleeping with someone else might make him angry that I hadn’t chosen him.On the other hand, sleeping with a woman…hmmm…It was a Friday evening at the end of my second week at the company, and I was doing routine stuff that was undoubtedly useful to the company, but which didn’t give me the kind of freedom I wanted to do research, nor access to the kinds of specialized tools that I needed. What I really wanted to be was a “red hat” hacker for the company.A red hat is one of the good guys that actively goes after black hat hackers. While a white hat will do whatever they can just to stop the bad guys, a red hat will actively seek them out to destroy them.They’re like the fighter pilots of an aerial bomber wing. Their job is to seek and destroy bad guys. And becoming a red hat would give me access to the company’s specialized tools, which would show up if I tried to use them without authorization, as well as giving me the time to do so. Of course, I would also use them for my own purposes, so I was serving two masters.Or mistresses, in this care.Late that Friday afternoon, I noticed that Ingrid, the butch lesbian who was my supervisor, seemed upset about something. So, after I had tidied up my own work, I walked over to see if I could help her.“What? Oh, no, no. It’s just those assholes in Systems were supposed to finish this project by tonight, and they’ve completely screwed up the database access routines. I’ll work it out, Anka, you go home. You’ve done well with the system utilities I wanted to be completed, and deserve to leave on time.”I looked at her, and said, “Ingrid…” She looked up at me, and I just stared into her eyes for a while, until she got the message. Then I went on, “Ingrid, I’ll stay. Just tell me what you want, ja?”She just stared at me, then snorted. “Okay – coffee,” she said and turned back to her computer.I’m sure she expected me to leave in a huff, but I could read her better than she could read me. Being a whore will do that: you get extremely good at reading people. So, I went and brought her a large mug of coffee – sugar, no cream, which is how I knew she liked it.She was slightly surprised when I returned, and surprised again when the coffee I gave her was the way she liked it, then sat back in her chair and looked at me speculatively, then nodded. Tapping the program listing in front of her, she said, “I need you to fix this. There’s a bug somewhere in this subroutine, and I don’t want to take the time to chase it down…”She explained what she wanted, then turned back to the problem she wanted to work on. I took her notes, and walked slowly back to my desk, studying them – but also watching her out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, she had turned to watch my back – or rather, my ass – as I walked away, so I made sure to roll my hips.Then I got to work chasing bugs in the subroutine.I found them – more than one – and fixed them, ran some tests, then sent the routine back to her computer. I got up and walked back to her. “Okay, that’s done. What’s next?”She had been concentrating on her own work, and I startled her. She looked at her watch, then at me, thought for a moment, then said, “Pull that chair over. There’s something wrong here, but I can’t chase it down. Maybe a pair of fresh eyes will see it.”
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