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Previously in ‘Carla.’ Carla is a professional bodyguard and assigned to protect the CEO of a large pharmaceutical company who has been targeted by animal rights activists. She was shot in one attack. Now fully recovered she has employed a former colleague, Harry, to help her find the assassins and to check out a woman, Angie, who had got close to her. She feared she was potentially connected to the killers, and using Carla as a source of information. Angie had disappeared briefly, and Harry discovered that she was in Berlin attending a meeting of ‘End Animal Testing,’ an organisation he believed could house people inclined to do more than occasional demonstrations. Carla had arranged for Angie to come to dinner. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a slut. I lifted my skirt and looked at my trimmed mound. My finger slid between my lips and stroked; I watched as if it was someone else doing it. I sat on the end of my bed, legs wide and continued to observe the slut working her pussy, lasciviously opening herself, her finger slipping down to curl into her arsehole while her thumb stroked her clit. I saw her eyes half close as the small orgasm started. It turned into a bigger one, and I felt a surprise that the face that came into my mind’s eye was not mine, not Angie’s but Jenny’s. As that realization hit me so too did the orgasm and it racked me. I watched as I bent forward and threw my head back, silently screaming in pleasure. Just before Angie arrived I had a change of heart. This was a woman I suspected might be trying to kill my client, Lauren. I didn’t know of course, but I was sure there was something suspicious about her and I wasn’t going to let lust get in the way of professionalism. I slipped off the skirt and blouse, donned panties, loose black trousers and a thick, shapeless sweater. I felt somehow better and decided I ought to make sure my weapon was at hand but unseen. She arrived promptly at 8pm and she looked good. She was wearing trousers that were beige and came to about six inches above little, brown boots with a small brass buckle on each side. Under a dark brown leather blouson jacket was a simple, white t shirt. We kissed in the doorway then she came into the flat and I led her through to my kitchen where wine was waiting. ‘So, what have you been up to?’ She smiled a little enigmatically. ‘Missed me?’ ‘I have. bahis şirketleri I tried calling you a couple of times, but I couldn’t find you.’ Angela took the glass of wine from my hand and sat at my kitchen table. ‘I’ve been away for a few days. It happens in my work. I get sent off without warning. Nothing special.’ ‘Anywhere nice?’ I asked this innocently, as I started to serve the dinner. ‘This looks delicious.’ Was she determined not to reveal where she’d been? I chatted inconsequentially through dinner and, when her leg pressed against mine under the table, I responded as I normally would but, in truth, my heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t feel remotely sexy. All my frustration was centred on needing to know. Was she a threat? Was she passing information to the crazies who wanted to assassinate Lauren or maybe she was the crazy. That seemed far fetched but…. I started to clear away and offered her a brandy. ‘That was a great meal, thank you. I’d rather hoped we might take our brandies to bed.’ I was about to make an excuse when the doorbell rang. ‘Where you expecting someone else?’ I had not been expecting anyone, but I went to the door and, to my astonishment, found Harry Carter standing there. ‘Harry. It’s a bit awkward, I’m entertaining.’ ‘I know, but I think you’d better let me in.’ I stood aside to let him in, and he followed me through to the kitchen where Angie looked up and her face darkened. ‘What the….’ ‘Angie, this is my friend Harry.’ ‘No need for introductions,’ said Harry. ‘We know each other.’ My turn to wonder what the fuck was going on. ‘Although,’ he continued, ‘I know her as Lisa. Isn’t that right?’ ‘Harry. I hope you’re not going to do anything stupid?’ There was a hint of menace in her voice. I moved so that my arse was leaning against the drawer in which I had concealed my pistol, and quietly, I reached behind me and opened it a little. All my senses were alive now. ‘No, Lisa. I’m not going to do anything stupid. I’m going to clear the air here, and so are you. Carla here has the highest possible clearance so we don’t need to be coy.’ Angie/Lisa did not relax, nor did I. Until I knew what was going on, I’d stay alert and ready. Harry sat down and took my brandy glass. He took a long draught. The tension was palpable. Angie broke the silence. ‘Okay. What do you want to happen then, Harry? You know you’re on dangerous bahis firmaları ground.’ ‘I want you to tell Carla what you’re doing. She’s at the sharp end of a dangerous situation and you can help, maybe even save a life or two.’ I watched as she stood, reached for the brandy bottle and poured herself another. She turned so she was sitting on the table’s edge and looked at me. ‘Harry and I know each other because we used to work together. I gather you worked with him before I did.’ I said nothing. ‘I was in Berlin last week. I went to a meeting of a group called EAT. We’ve been looking at them for some time.’ ‘Who are “we”?’ ‘It doesn’t matter. EAT is a bunch of usually normal individuals who disapprove of testing drugs, particularly cosmetics, on animals. We know that a number of them are more active, and we have reason to believe that the group that organised that pot shot at your boss, the one you took, is part of them.’ Angie weighed every word as she spoke to me. ‘I’ve been trying to get amongst them, quite successfully in fact. So much so that I discovered that they knew your Lauren was in Scotland, and it was me who sent the email that prompted you to get her away so precipitately. If I hadn’t they’d probably have had another go.’ ‘Why didn’t you just call me?’ ‘First, because it would have broken my cover. Second, because you might not have believed me. Third, because it wasn’t easy for me. So,’ she turned to Harry, ‘now you’ve busted me wide open, tell me why.’ ‘Why did you get close to me?’ ‘I’m not telling you.’ I pulled the gun out of the drawer. I didn’t point it at her, but I let her see it. ‘Yes, Angie or Lisa or whatever the fuck your name is; yes you are going to explain. I’ve had one bullet and I don’t want another, either in me or anyone else.’ ‘Put that away.’ She was icy calm. ‘I suspect that the information about Lauren’s movements is coming from her inner circle. That’s why.’ I didn’t put it away. ‘You suspected me?’ ‘I did, yes and I still do; you among others that is. See, Harry, you’ve fucked things up royally.’ Her eyes were dark, furious and never left me. ‘No, he hasn’t.’ I was calm, icy calm. ‘Harry knows damn well that I am not working for EAT or any other organisation apart from the one that protects Lauren.’ I kept my eyes locked on Angie but spoke to Harry. ‘So why did you out her, H?’ ‘Because,’ he said, kaçak bahis siteleri calmly taking another sip of my brandy, ‘she’s as straight as you are.’ There was no hint of irony in his voice. ‘She couldn’t know that, but now she does. That means you two can work together and find whoever it really is who is informing on Lauren. Lose the piece, Carla. She’s one of us.’ I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I slipped the weapon into my pocket, glad I’d worn trousers. ‘You don’t need to know who she works for.’ I could, I thought, guess. ‘All you both need to know is that you can work together. I only discovered a while ago who the woman you asked me to check on really was. As soon as I knew, I wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything silly, either of you. Where’s your weapon, Lisa?’ Angie, as I still thought her, stroked her groin. ‘This is the only weapon I’m carrying, Harry.’ Her voice was low, full of suppressed anger still, devoid of humour. ‘You’ll get over it. Talk it through, you two. I’m off. Thanks for the drink.’ To my surprise Harry kissed us both and smiled. “Be nice. You’re both important to me.’ He left. I picked up the glass he’d left on the table and refilled it. I needed a brandy now as the tension left me, well, almost but not entirely. I wasn’t too pleased to have been fucked for information, nor to have been suspected of being the informant. I didn’t sit either but leant back against the kitchen worktop, the weight of my pistol reassuring in my pocket. ‘I couldn’t know it wasn’t you. You were always with her, knew her movements.’ I went to speak but she raised a hand to quiet me. ‘I know, I know. You took a bullet for her but that doesn’t mean anything. It could have been an accident.’ ‘And the bomb?’ ‘Didn’t touch you. If you’d known where it was you’d have behaved exactly as you did and kept the car between you and the danger. Look, Carla, you know now and so do I. If you think about it you’ll see why I couldn’t tell you. And, yes, I got close to you. Who better than me to do that? I’m not proud of it, but I’m not ashamed either.’ ‘Get out.’ ‘Harry’s right. We do need to work together. You know that.’ ‘He may be but not tonight. I need to think. I don’t like being fucked just so you can investigate me. It’s not as if you discovered I’m some kind of murderer, is it?’ ‘I’m sorry. I understand your anger but, well, needs must.’ ‘Yes, well, get out and leave me alone.’ She stared at me for a few minutes, shrugged and turned and I heard her shoes padding on my hall carpet as she left, the door closing quietly behind her. * Lauren and Jen got in the car.

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