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Littlest Agent First Case

By: emap



So when I started typing this I didn't think it would end up this long. So it ended up being long and will appear as a series, the later parts will come later. Takes place in Victorian England, so there is plenty of the slang. Course it is current or close slang so don't expect to read something like great grams diary if you are british. 

There is a little magic in this, and it will be explained a little eventually, maybe. Do hope I have not gotten the slang wrong, apologies if did there are not that many websites that have brit slang. I think about half of what I put in comes from watching the telly shows.

No children are involved in any sex, the main character is four feet tall so there may be confusion. I didn't do any little girl phrases or anything but it is obvious she is lots shorter than everyone. All it means is she is short, well there is more that ties to the magic but not explaining. So there. :p 

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"Here now you little vagabond get out."

"I can work, all I want is some food and a roof." He looks me up and down and shakes his head.

"Not here you won't, got all the cooks I need and you are too young for anything else."

Sigh and step out the door, my stomach rumbling. Get washed in a sudden venting of gasses as a motor carriage wheezes past. Look up when a dirigible moves along the street, sigh when it pauses above and can see the copper inside peering down at me. Stuffing my hands in my pockets and swishing my skirt about to make sure it is not caught, I move along.

Not a child but I am not blessed with enormous breasts and short is a good term. Kids are taller than I am, and am not one so it makes for finding work difficult. Got to help out in the markets some, when I could stay out of orphanage, pay is not good however so I need to find something else. The something else is eluding me sadly so walk along avoiding the venting of gases.

Many of the vents are supposedly safe, but they are not designed with a child in mind. Waist high to a regular adult is at my head. Not for the first time I complain about my parents. Being abandoned as a babe and then the treatment I received from supposedly caring adults, it is a wonder I made it to adult.

Dirigible still follows, which is fine on account I am just trying to find work. Perhaps he is one of those blokes that takes delights in a child for adult pleasures. Looking more like a child than adult has that perhaps benefit at least. Then I hear a sound, it is not a good sound but a bad sound. Takes me a moment to resolve on the nature of the sound.

I am hearing a person's hand meeting the body of another. This will not do, I may look like a child but I am an adult. Adults are to take responsibility for themselves and others. Beating up another bloke is not something adults are supposed to do. Wave up at the dirigible and point then head that way myself.

Copper above does at least follow, I don't want to think on why he is following. I am just glad that he is because I am not a bloke, stopping a fight or murder is not something I should attempt. My stomach rumbling reminds me I have not eaten today, means I doubly should not stop a fight or murder, not that I listen I keep going.

Get to weave my way through the alley, room for three or four abreast and sky above is good. The copper keeps up with me as I avoid vents then round a corner and find the fight. There are two blokes, one dressed well. He is in a suit with a dandy bowtie and a lovely hat, well was in a hat on account it was just knocked off his noggin.

Other fellow is wearing a loose fitting shirt and holey trousers. His shoes look to be on their last legs. Still gamely he fights on with the other bloke, neither looking to stop soon. Then there is a whistle above and the copper is dropping out his dirigible on a rope. Down he comes, on the ground he hands me the rope and pulls out a pistol.

"Hold this please my lady. Here now what is the meaning of this?" I'm beaming on account he called me a lady and not a vagabond or scamp.

"Oh excellent, I was feared of having to beat this bloke down then drag to headquarters." This from the bloke in holey trousers, he also pulls a wallet out of his pocket that is tossed to the copper.

"Heaven's above, royal police. You sir are to stay right there, I don't know the meaning of this but you are facing charges for attacking a member of Her Majesty's forces."

The bloke in a suit looks at pistol pointed directly at him and sighs then slumps. Cuffs are tossed to the royal police to then be put on the other bloke. Seems we have a small problem now, copper needs to stay on the ground but has a dirigible. Finally we tie it off here and head for a street, hopefully with a motor carriage to take custody of the prisoner.

"I can only assume you lead the copper to me and thank you." Look up at the royal policeman and smile then curtsy.

"Am an adult, look wise aside, so felt it best that I take responsibility for myself and others. I heard a row or murder happening and had a copper following along above so waved and ran." He looks me up and down, does not take long I am very small.

"You are an orphan?" 

"As far as I know, what little information I could get says I was left on a doorstep." Walk on a step and it comes to me he knew that. "How did you know?"

"The dress you are wearing says as much." I am confused now, I have looked at the dress and it does not have words written or sewn in to it.

"There are no words." All of the blokes snort.

"Orphans are put in clothes that are different from what others wear. I was following you along to make sure you were not trying to break laws. If anyone put up a fuss I could come down and check papers but not allowed to just do that." Sigh and pull my papers out of the shirt pocket to hand to the royal police.

"Well you are an adult, I imagine finding work is difficult." Take the papers back and fold up again before I say anything.

"I am being called vagabond and scamp. The few times I get any response besides get out is I am too young."

"Orphans are supposed to be taught a trade." Look at the prisoner and sigh then shake my head.

"I learned how to cook a little, small orphanage so what few child there were helped out. The blokes went and did work, us gals stayed there and cleaned or made meals."

Reaching the street we do have a motor carriage waiting. Two blokes hop out and take possession of the prisoner to put in the carriage cage. The copper touches me so I look up at him.

"See if you can get a new shirt. Only a few pennies and it will make getting work easier. Help out at the market some and you should have enough." Nod and he heads for his dirigible.

"Come with me, need to file a report and you witnessed some." Look up at royal police and shrug.

"Alright, do I get monies for it?" He snorts and shakes his head then waves as the motor carriage gets going.

"No monies but we may have work for you."

Well that is good news so I move along with him. Sadly this requires me to fast walk to keep up, his legs are almost as long as all of me. Don't get a chance to ask him questions, like why he is dressed as if he is poor like me. We walk much to fast for me to do much besides breathe to keep up the strength to move with him.

Not that it causes any problems for me besides unable to talk. Likely could if I really wanted though don't. He is a police officer and above a copper, no point in questioning a copper. Stands to reason he is the same so I just keep up best as I can. He looks over at me a time or two and it is a long walk.

Plenty of vents spewing to duck under as we go along. Not that it is bad to be hit, just slightly warmed air and moisture. Still it is better to not be hit, makes your eyes water and cuts down on visual acuity. This is important for me, small and a gal so blokes would take the loss of acuity as a chance to attack to rob or other less pleasant things.

Takes a while, at least an hour, for us to reach his headquarters which is not an impressive building. Unlike most around with golden pipes running up and down, along with signs, this building is rather drab. It is simply a tall building, at least five stories all brick with windows at regular intervals. Not even a sign saying what is here.

Still he takes my hand and pulls me along with him into the building. The door opens in to a rather sparsely decorated entrance hall. There is a bloke sitting behind a desk wearing a uniform. I recognize this immediately, he is wearing the uniform of the Queen's guard. He looks at the bloke with me and nods then focuses in on me.

"Here now, are you taking in a child?" 

"I am an adult." I say before royal police says anything, it is tiring to be called a child, I am just short of stature.

"She is a witness, have a prisoner being taken in and she assisted in the capture." My stomach rumbles then so I groan and look down. "Round up a runner and fetch a sandwich, she is staying for a bit, need to do report and see if we can find a use for her."

The bloke nods and turns to a voice pipe that is covered. He flips up the cover and leans in to the pipe then shouts for a runner. Get pulled along past the guard to stairs then up we go. We get off the stairs at the third floor. Opening the door there we are in a hallway with doors. Not very many doors, three doors in all, two on the wall as we pass them and one at the end of the hall.

Last door opens to chaos, there are desks and blokes all over the place. At least none of the blokes are walking around. Instead everyone here is sitting at a desk and typing, fitting a sheet of paper in to a tube for the mail tube or just sitting. Am lead through the confused jumble of desks to an empty one then he sits down to type.

Click clack of the keys are all of the noise at this desk for a while. At least there is a second chair so I can take a seat. Just look around at the other blokes in the room with us while he types away. Finally the click clack stops so turn to look at him.

"I'd like to know what you saw, but first tell me how you found the fight."

"Well was just walking along on the walkway..." He put his hand up so stop there.

"Little louder please." Nod and take in a deep breath.

"Was just walking along on the walkway with a copper floating above in his dirigible. Looking for work so paid him no mind, then heard a bad sound. Took a moment then realized it was a man being beaten so waved to the copper and tore down the alley. Rounding a corner I spy two blokes having a fight, one was dressed nicely, the other looked to be as poor as me. Copper saw the same so came down and bid me hold the rope to his dirigible. Believe you witnessed the rest."

He nods and resumes with the click clack of typing. Continues on with the typing then a bloke is brought in covered in chains and cuffs. He has cuffs on his wrist and ankles with a chain connecting both sets with a third chain running down to the ankle chain. As the three blokes get closer I retreat in to the chair more and more.

Do not understand it but the chains and cuffs are almost repelling me. As the prisoner is led past I am curled up in the chair as fully as possible. Then they are past and the repulsion is lessened, though I remain curled up. Practically leap out of the chair when the royal police touches my arm.

"Do you know that bloke?" Shake my head then wipe at my sweaty brow.

"No, it was the oddest thing, the chains and cuffs were almost pushing me away."

"Well that is an odd thing. This typewriter does not bother you?" Shake my head.

"No, the typewriter and the pistol the copper had did not bother me, the chains on the other hand."

"That is most peculiar, not all metal affects you but your reaction to the iron chains was severe. Yet pistols are made with steel, this is made with iron so it's almost the same metal." 

"I do not understand this either." He goes back to the typewriter and click clacks for a little while.

"Here let me see your papers again, need to input the information." Pull my papers out and unfold then hand over.

"I hope my papers are proper." He looks over at me.

"Do you think they are not?" Just shrug.

"I was not exactly treated well and the papers were thrown at me as I was shoved out the door yesterday, my birthday is today officially." Get a frown and shaken head for that.

"Not supposed to do that, but not against the law either." He goes back to my papers and looks them over before more click clack. "Your name is Marigold Fay?"

"What I was given, no one knows if it was from my parents or not." He nods and keeps typing.

"Suppose in a way it fits, golden hair and green eyes." 

Not real sure what to say so just sit there. Finally he finishes typing, I know this because he pulls the thick sheet out of the typewriter and looks it over then rolls it up. Paper goes into a tube and then shoved in to a mail tube and it whooshes away. Just sit there a moment then he is standing up, I stand with him since he grabbed my hand.

We make our way to the stairs again then up two more floors. This hallway is longer than the previous and more doors. Plenty of turns as well because I am completely lost by the time we stop at a door. He raps on the door twice then barely hear a come in. Door is opened and I get ushered inside first.

Rather nice bow to etiquette on his part, ladies are supposed to enter a room first. The man sitting in this room is older and staring at me. His jaw works a few times as I am lead to a chair and perch atop it feeling uneasy for some reason. Look around then squeak when I notice the model train sitting on the shelf, has to be iron.

"Iron has a strong effect on her." The new man looks at royal police then at me and frowns.

"That is unusual, why did you bring her into headquarters?"

"Orphan as you can see, was passing by the alley containing me and a prisoner. We were fighting and he was holding his own until she came in to the alley with a copper following in his dirigible."

"Well that is a proper reaction from the populace." Royal police snorts and shrugs.

"Not normal, I figured we would see if we can give her some work."

"We don't employ a child." Stand up, pull my papers out of my pocket and slap them on his desk.

"I am an adult." He picks up the papers and looks them over while the royal police stutters a few times.

"Do you have two of those?" Look at him confused.

"No, why would I have two?" The new man is looking at him now as well.

"Because the papers you had in that same pocket are still on my desk, I never gave them back."

Deflated I fall to the chair, that is all sorts of incomprehensible. Then it gets worse, in a matter of speaking. The papers I handed over in a huff disappeared. They were there one moment and gone the next. This is all sorts of unbelievable, a person simply can't just produce papers that are not actually in their pocket, and yet I just did.

"Can you make anything else?" I can't do anything but shrug.

"Honest I had no idea I could produce papers out of an empty pocket." The two blokes trade a look.

"You were agitated and expected the papers to be in your pocket?" Nod unsure on where this is going. "So let's try it again, expect something to be in your pocket. Something you really want."

"Well I'd really like to have some monies, and there was a sandwich coming for me wasn't there?"

"Blast I forgot about that, likely it will be delivered to my desk." The new bloke puts up his hand.

"I will call for it up here. To have me call for it you little lady need to pay me a quid." Sigh and stuff my hands in my pockets and no money.

"I believe you need to believe the money is there like the papers." Look at royal police then sigh and expect to have a quid in my pocket, and I do.

"Well here is your quid." I hand the quid over and watch as he turns to a voice cone and talks in to it.

"Now you did not have a quid?" Shake my head and the quid disappears.

Just stare at his hands all sorts of flummoxed. This is not possible, and yet I am doing it. I did not have a quid and then I did and put it in his hand then it disappeared, this is not possible. Machines flying in the air like a bird does is possible if only they can get the machine right. Making things out of nothing because I think they are there, that is not possible.

Yet I am doing it. To call me shocked isn't even a strong enough word. This is beyond anything that is known, and there is no explaining.

"Have you ever done that before?" Shake my head.

"Up until today the only wishing I had was for my parents. It was never a belief they would come, I wanted to know them. Being an orphan is the worst possible, you don't know if your parents are alive. If they are alive then I was a horrible daughter as an infant. If they are not alive do I not have any relatives, do they even know I am alive."

"It is not unknown for the child of prisoners to be placed in an orphanage. Course in those instances the child knows they have parents who are unable to care for them." Shake my head then royal police waves his hand.

"Chief don't be giving her false hope like that. What we need to do is figure out if she has work here with us." Chief looks me up and down.

"I would think so, small as she is we can have her watch over places of ill repute." Royal police shakes his head.

"That is a matter for the coppers. We can use her as a spy for the groups we suspect of plotting against Her Majesty. If she can make weapons that work she can join them with nary a weapon and still be perfectly safe." Both look at me, after a moment I look down.

"I would like to have a new dress first."

"Speaking of that, let us try something. Describe your new dress and be sure you are wearing it." Just look at him for a moment, then recall the quid that I did not have then did.

"Since we are talking about what I would like, I would dearly love to have a high society dress. You know the kind with two skirts, the outer skirt open in the front to show the under skirt. A combination of gold and green I would think. Like my eyes and hair, with poofy shoulders, short sleeves and a dandy little hat stuck to my cultured hair with a pin. I daresay the hat will be green and red with a bit of lace falling over my brow, a large pearl at the back of the pin pointing over my head. Also would really like to have heeled boots so that I am taller for once, be a little closer to a regular gal." Trail off and look at both of them for a moment, their mouths are gaping open.

"Perhaps you should look at yourself." Look down and squeak, I am wearing the high society dress as I envisioned it. 

It is beautiful and I twirl realizing I have heels on my feet, mostly notice because I never have worn them and you don't move the same. Fall into the chair and giggle happily, I am wearing the dress I had no hope of wearing and it is still there.

"You watched the dress appear about me?" Both nod.

"Also still there, even though we know it could not be there. You have changed your appearance in front of others and it is staying." Royal police reaches over and touches the poof at my shoulder.

"I felt that and it was silk. If we had a changing room for you I would ask you to take the dress off and make a new one." I am unsure on that one.

"I made the quid and papers out of nothing and they went away." Chief puts his hand up.

"I see what you are getting at, you had dress on already. This dress is staying because there is reality underneath it." He rummages around in his desk a moment and holds up a sheet of paper. "See if you can make a knife and cut this paper."

Unsure on what sort of a knife I should make I ponder it a moment. Brighten when I think of the cutlery knife I used at the orphanage I close my hand and think of my hand closing on the knife. I get the knife in my hand then stand up to reach the paper. Close enough, I would imagine, I swipe the knife down the paper and cut it in half.


Littlest Agent First Case Day 02



Wake the next morning tangled up with Trevor, no Keith he has a new name. Do wish he had told me that before I called him Trevor to the other wenches. Work on untangling myself from him, though it does not wake him which is a little on the annoying side. Still I need the loo and asides calling him Trevor instead of Keith there is naught to discuss.

Course my dress is on the floor, he made me get out of it the regular way. Missed the choker with pearls but otherwise it was fine. Crawl out of bed and look at my dress, then shrug and head for the loo. Trevor said I'm an eager to shag bird to them so I may as well fit with what he said. Finding the loo I step in to find it is a group loo with stalls all over.

Nobody in here at least and there is paper so step in and do my business. Don't see anyone on the way back though do hear some blokes getting up. Can tell they are blokes on account they groan and a few talk to themselves. Seems to be a bloke thing on account Trevor does the same. Not that I complain, it is rather amusing.

Seems to be something done while trying to remember what was doing on this day. Scooting back in the room assigned to Trevor and me I find him sitting off to the side of the bed. He looks at me and relaxes a little so I guess feared I run off or something. Go over to him and move up close so we can speak on things and not be overheard.

"Sorry about calling you Trevor last night." 

"No worries, the lads operate on false names. Doesn't speak well for their tactics on making things better for the workers." Ponder that a moment then get it and nod.

"Attacks wouldn't help further their agenda before parliament I daresay." Trevor snorts and shakes his head.

"Too right, though aside that they don't seem to be plotting anything. Last night was lot of talk on the plight of the worker and how there should be laws enacted like mandatory days off."

"This is besides Sunday?"

"Yes, talk of five or four working days a week maximum. Honest I like the ideas, Pop worked in a factory when I was a lad. Has since moved on to management within the company."

"I would like to meet your folks."

"Daresay need to get you preggers first." I giggle then swat him.

"All a matter of time, if am able course." Trevor grabs me up and pulls closer yet for a kiss.

"Doesn't matter, shall see if can take a trip after we figure these lads out." Smile at Trevor, mean am getting closer to being his chosen wife perhaps.

"Think can make a run to market and perhaps stop for a bite?" Trevor pulls back to look at and nod though doesn't say anything, there is a knock at the door.

Get set on the floor then he hops up and pulls on his trousers while saying to wait a moment. Since I am supposed to be an eager for a shag bird I just stay wearing naught and head for the door. Look at back at him to get eye rolls then he nods on account his trousers are buttoned. So open the door and find we got a bloke standing there.

Said bloke is rather tall, wearing trousers and a shirt like one would see on the lads at market. He has blond hair though mine is more of a golden while he has close to straw colored hair. His mouth opens and yet no words form, he is looking at my breasts. Just to be cheeky I bounce so now his eyes are moving up and down with the bouncing breasts.

Trevor snorts and gets in between me and the lad. Seems to be what the lad needed, his mouth can form words now.

"Right, seems you two were going to head for market. I got slotted to tag along and see if can find some more converts with your help. The lass can do her thing there and when finish can head over to the pub, seems we have naught else to do on this day." Duck around Trevor to look at the lad.

"Wanted to stop for a bite. Can afford to pay for yours if need, got good tips." He smiles at us both.

"Too right that is a fine idea. Never you mind on my pockets, have a good supply." Trevor push toward dress so work on getting in them. "Speaking of tips, do you have a place to stash what you don't need?" Look over at Trevor and shake my head while get the corset tied off and twist it about to tighten.

"I haven't gotten a lockbox so far, do you have a spot?" Trevor shakes his head then looks at the lad so I look at the lad.

"Oh bollocks, don't have anything for you two to use. May not want a lockbox but do want, see there's no place to lock it up in here. Now we try and not theft on each other but no telling if a thief wanders in. A lockbox is obvious, and usual can be carried off." Trevor sighs and nods.

"See what you are getting at. Perhaps can find a solution while at market." Finish getting skirt on so sit on bed to get shoes.

"One thing, do I need to change his name to Keith at the pub?" The lad shakes his head.

"The places he goes regular use Trevor, every other time he is Keith." Nod then well maybe it won't look odd for me to ask.

"I can do that though why?"

"Some of the places, factories mostly, refuse anything like a union and being Worker's Union management will toss a fit. So we identify as false name to avoid coppers making it hard to be employed later."

"I'm sorry, I don't get that. Us gals are taught how to cook and clean." The lad snorts and waves his hand.

"Tis alright lass, management tossing a fit is not always fetching coppers, they will instead send out enforcers. Now any blokes knocked down and held are kept by the coppers. This can lead to prison time, once a bloke gets out if needs to find work he does not have a record under his real name." Look over at Trevor.

"This works?" Trevor nods.

"Most don't carry around papers. Coppers if they get their pants in a twist can parade a bloke around to see if anyone knows him. If they don't bother or nobody knows him as admits to, they simply trial and lock away with the name the bloke provides." Well that makes sense though there is one thing.

"So should not walk around with my papers?" The two blokes nod.

"Lass you are small so you need to have papers to get work. Most will assume you are but a child, and then if the coppers take an interest in you it helps, cheeky dress or no." Trevor points at the lad and nods so sigh and hop off bed.

"May as well walk to market and stop for a bite first or after. Unless you two are randy and want to trade off on the shag bird."

Trevor and the lad trade a glance then shake their heads as Trevor grabs my hand and we are lead through the almost maze. Almost on account the way is rather straightforward if winding a bit. Then we are outside and making our way out through the gate and into the streets proper.

"Should I be telling people about this workers thing you lot are doing?" The lad looks over at me and shakes his head.

"Best to leave that to us blokes. Sorry lass, most blokes consider you birds as nothing better than a handy wench or bird to marry."

That is rather insulting and would comment on other gals like nurses, whores, and we are even learning to be scientists. Don't comment on account Trevor squeezes my hand. Am a little out of sorts over this though, gals are nothing more than handy wenches or wives my hiney. Still asides the quite poor and the gals who shoved their way into it, gals don't work.

For those of us who do work it's hard work though the pay is rather good, bit over half a pound in one day. Can't call that a pittance pay like you see in dock workers. Makes me wonder how much I would make in a brothel though, most of those you don't do anything aside shag a paying bloke and look desirable.

Can't call that hard work, though imagine being ready for that many shags would be tough. Am a little sore and only had two yesterday, well three though don't precisely call a suck hard on my chute. Does bring to mind one thing so may as well ask the lad, not like there are plenty of folk around us at moment.

"What about dock workers? I made nigh on a weeks worth for one in a day and all I did was run pints and plates."

"Got shagged twice." Roll my eyes at the lad.

"No pay for the shag, just feel good and is fun." He looks over at me.

"You don't get paid for the shag?" Shake my head.

"Illegal to do that outside of the red light. Asides as it was explained to me I don't demand pay for a shag, if a bloke feels like tipping that is one thing. I got plenty of tip just running plates and pint though."

"Should be able to get paid for a shag, plenty of the strumpets to be found. Most are at brothel but not all and those are perfectly fine, for parliament." Look up at Trevor to find he no have expression so guess can say what think.

"They are not fine, most blokes go brothel are married. Not supposed to shag outside marriage, fact there are so many strumpets and whores only means there are plenty of blokes that will shag outside their marriage. Honest if a married bloke was that eager for a shag he should shag his wife." Couple gals walking other way cheer at my little speech.

"So why are you working as a wench and eager to shag?" Look over at the lad then up at Trevor, get wink so grin at the lad.

"Am working as a wench on account the big lug here lost work and dragging his feet on proposing." Wink and lean across Trevor little. "Also think he like that his bird is easy to shag." Trevor sigh and turn red, makes the bloke and me laugh.

"I am not dragging my feet, waiting to have the wages so can afford a ring." Pinch Trevor on his backside.

"Still say you want this bird to shag around." 

Trevor sigh and swat on head so figure on being quiet now. Market is coming up as well so we split up. I head for the areas where there are gals and blokes looking for work. Plenty admiring looks out of the blokes though am looking for more wenches so pay them no mind. Head over to the gals, well one of with others in the area.

Yell out about how know a place to work for gals and am swamped. So lay out where and what is involved. Most of the gals don't want to do that, not that I blame them it's hard work. Two gals do want to work as a wench however which is great, five wenches is not enough for something like twelve big tables.

Course one gal wants to get a better shirt and doesn't have the funds. So we go looking, the other gal figures on having good enough for now. Course she follows along, probably because I promised to stop and get a bite before heading over to the pub. Takes a little searching but we find her a great shirt that is open at top to show off what she was blessed with.

So once we find that and I pay for it, she promises to pay later, we go looking for Trevor and the lad. Find both with a few more lads talking about the union thing so we stand off to the side and wait. Takes a bit then Trevor and the lad are coming over to us.

"Perhaps have a few converts so was a profitable day in those respects. Daresay you got a couple wenches." Nod and smile though looking at Trevor.

"Needed to buy this one a better shirt so not profitable for me but she will pay me back." Trevor snorts and shakes his head.

"Only found two?" Nod and sigh.

"Not all the gals wanted to wench. The work is hard and then shags sound good but then we are closer to trollops than anything else."

"Blokes do decide to marry trollops." Smile up at Trevor then kick him.

"Yet you still have not given this one a ring." The two gals are giggling and the lad is chuckling while Trevor rolls his eyes then kicks me back.

"Waiting on having steady work. Come on let's stop for a bite then off to the pub." 

Trevor grabs my hand so I'll forgive him the kick, did start it course but it is fun to poke at him. Shouldn't get kicks for poking, least it wasn't a hard kick and the gals are following along. We end up following the directions of the lad, he knows a good place for a bite. Bit of a long walk course so we may take a bit to reach the pub.

Course before we reach the place for a bite a dirigible appears and the lad is nervous. Takes Trevor to an alley and bids me to be a distraction on account the dirigible is come this way. Knowing a copper can only come down for a row or fuss I wave my hands and hop. Get the gals doing same with giggles.

Rope come down then the copper follows on the rope. When he is standing on the street I realize this is the same copper that had follow along to help Trevor. Smile at the bloke and he is a smile back when he gets closer.

"Lass I see you followed my instructions. Cheeky bird now to boot." I giggle a bit.

"Got work, am a wench in a pub. You coppers raid some on account us wenches make good tips and get shagged. Honest tips are not because of the shagging." He snorts and shakes his head.

"Yeah I know the place you mean, so who are your friends and what is the fuss?"

"These gals are going to be wenches with, walking to get a bite first. The fuss is want to take a look in your dirigible, see them often but never been up in one." He snorts and looks up at the dirigible a moment.

"Not proper, but daresay I can allow. Need for you to follow up, can't allow for you to sit in proper. Let me know if you can't manage the climb, these are work to get in and out of." Nod and smile, this is a treat.

Up he goes so I follow behind, get to slow down since he is climbing slower. Suppose he was right about it being work to climb up the rope to reach the dirigible. Do make it though and it was not that slow an ascent so not bad work. He sits as I am climbing up to where he is so he is settling when I reach him.

Look about and well honestly it is a little less than I figured. There is a chair for him to sit, with pedals like for a bicycle sticking out the bottom. There is no steering wheel, instead there is a wheel sticking out of the chair he is perched atop. There are spots for things to be placed, an array of cuffs, and a box marked first aid.

"I was expecting more." He snorts and grins.

"The pedals here are part of a gear system that power the fans. Is a little hard to get going and when it is windy we simply can't come out in these." I can imagine that.

"So what is the wheel there for?"

"This wheel rotates the platform we are in. No need for a directional control with this dirigible. Honest if it wasn't for the heavy winds problem there would be lots more of these." I nod and open my mouth then close it since his hand came up. "Look I saw the blokes dash in the alley, I'm going to give you the benefit and simply ask what is going on."

"Well alright you caught me, I'm not really a wench. Well I am and I am not, I am actually employed by royal police, bloke we helped took me to headquarters and well after some training here we are. Got a job in the pub on account there is a group that frequents it. There is a suspicion they are plotting against Her Majesty."

"Are they?" Ponder a moment and shake my head.

"Honestly I doubt it, they want to get required days off a week, better pay. Mention of allowing a wench to sell her body outside of the red light. Course this is the second day so I only know a little of what they are doing."

"Not a thing to care about, I wouldn't mind more days off." Snort and giggle.

"Yeah, Trevor said the same. His pop works in a factory, management now. Oh shoot Trevor is the bloke we helped out last week." He nods and smiles.

"Didn't get his name at the time so thanks for clarifying. So is the pub in need of raids or should we monitor it?"

"Honestly if you can get a raid in a day or two, the lads in Worker's Union tend to go to the pub so we can get a few arrested and question." 

"I will pass it up, no promises." Nod then well best be asking.

"You are not wondering why I am investigating a plot as royal police?" He grins and shakes his head.

"After helping out last week leftenant made sure to fill me in on what royal police actually do. I am in line for promotion to sergeant." He just looks at me a moment then opens his mouth again. "How are you going to explain why you stayed up here so long?" Ponder a moment then grin.

"I gave a suck. I'm supposed to be an eager shag bird."

"Sounds good, though I think next time I run across you I better get a suck." Snort and giggle.

"You are cheeky, but yes I would like that. Trevor is too big for me to suck and I do enjoy."

"So you two are serious?" Smile at the question.

"Yes as much as we can be. Have a rule, only shag others when need to. I'll need speak to him about sucks, hopefully he allows."

"If you enjoy doing and can't with him I'd hope so as well. Anyway go on and get down, and I may drop by the pub, if the wenches are not doing anything wrong and do shag I may as well enjoy." Snort and giggle.

"Sounds good so long as you aren't married."

Get a grin then he shows me his hands, no ring and no mark of one removed. Smile at him then climb down the rope that is then pulled up so he can continue on his way. Get joined by Trevor and the lad shortly after he gets on his way. 

"What did you do?" Wink at Trevor then turn to the lad.

"Gave him a suck. Just cause he was nice enough to let me up to see the dirigible. Honestly there is less up there than figured."

Us gals giggle a bit on but do get on our way for the bite. We are hungry and do need get to the pub. Reaching the place for a bite we find it is a tiny little place. You sit out on the park just in front of the building. Luckily it is built back far enough there is no danger of a motor carriage running in to anyone seated here.

Even get menus so this is a right proper place. Not had a menu before so look it over before deciding on a beef sandwich. Even get a goodly number of drinks to get, though most are expensive except for the oddest thing, root beer.

"What is root beer?" The waiter grins at the question.

"It is not a drink like beer or wine. Instead it is a rather interesting foamy liquid that is a little sweet. It is made across the pond, we get it on account sailors come up here sometimes and have had it there so we looked into getting it shipped. It is a rather cheap to get drink so manager is hoping we sell it often."

Well so this sounds good and order one. The rest of us order one as well, I mean we will go to a pub next so may as well help out here a little with something they want to sell. Get the drinks in no time, comes in a bottle after all, so we all take a sip and it's rather good. Food comes so we all enjoy our sandwich with root beer.

Honestly this is a really great place so I'll have to see if can get Trevor to come back here often. Course I'll have to ask if we can as well, I mean if we are not supposed to be known as royal police then going places visited by people we look at may be bad. Not that I can ask him at the moment, got a person we are investigating with us.

Doesn't take us long and we have had our fill. Do order a second round of root beer, since comes in a bottle we can take it with us. After paying the bill, surprisingly low amount for five people to get a full plate and two root beer each, we head for the pub. Takes a bit but finally we make it to the pub and step in.

Packed is a good term and it's just a bit after lunch. Also only three wenches here at the moment so all three are clapping when I announce two new wenches. Fix a look on Trevor as take them to the hallway to meet Calvin. Unsure on if he will come and talk to me I open the door and push in before me.

"These two gals want to work as a wench." Calvin is beaming at me.

"Wee Lass you are a saint, go on out there I'll teach these two all they need." Giggle and turn to them.

"He demanded a suck out of me, nice to do, he tasted good and fit." Turn to Calvin while they giggle. "May get more blokes and gals come in, talked us up at the market and plenty about. The gals didn't want to be trollops, not but close enough. The blokes will relate and word will spread so the gals who want to almost trollop will drop by."




Littlest Agent First Case Day 02



Step out and shut the door then turn to find Trevor standing right there. Squeak a little on account I didn't know he was there and frighted me. 

"Sorry, what did you want to tell me?" Look about then grab his hand and tug along to the lady loo.

"Blimey it's small." Even sitting on the loo Trevor is pressed right up against my legs. "So went up and talked to the copper, same one I met you with. He knew there was something going on so came clean. He knows what we do, in line for promotion to sergeant, and will try and arrange for there to be a raid here in a day or two." Trevor nod and smile.

"Fine plan, we can see who will come and secure their release."

"Thanks, also promised to give him a suck next time I see him. I do enjoy and you are too big so is that fine?"

"Heavens you are loose." Giggle and swat on his leg.

"Come on, I enjoy you better than any other bloke. Also a suck isn't the same as a shag, no bun ending up in the oven and all that." Trevor chuckles and nods.

"Yeah go ahead, hard to hold it against you if you can't do it to me." Smile up at Trevor cause he is aces.

"Oh and the copper may drop by here. He asked if us wenches take money for a shag and related what Calvin told me. Knows you are Trevor so he may call you by name. May not since he knows we are investigating those lads." 

"Will come up with something if he acts like he knows me. The lads may talk to him anyway which would be aces, can use him as an excuse for a raid and arrest. Will try and get arrested with, if they think am with them fully will get spoken to on the plan." 

"Do you have your badge?" Trevor sighs and pulls the badge wallet out of his pocket.

"Yes here make it something else and we can figure out a good change to it later." 

Just look at it for a moment then grin cause this is cheeky. I make it into a pecker as I pull my dress up then insert and pump a couple times. Trevor snorts and chuckles then swats me.

"Something else you cheeky bird, a pin or something." 

Giggle a bit but put pockets on my skirt then change the badge and wallet into a pin then pin it inside the pocket. Even if it reverts later tonight it is inside my pocket and covered by the apron. Hopefully it will not fall out if it does change, hard to tell how long something will stay changed. Then we exit the loo and head for the main room.

There I am drafted into helping with a big order. Since I need to be cheeky I lean all over a bloke as I deliver his drink. Luckily they all wanted a draft since I didn't take the orders. Plenty of blokes look at my breasts on prominent display. It's rather fun doing this, though daresay it would make nights after lonely.

All the blokes paying attention to a gal then they all go home. Unless a gal has a husband she would go home alone. Course I doubt a gal with a bloke would work as a wench. Me aside course since wenching isn't my actual job. Not that Trevor and me have made it official, though working together probably won't happen much.

With the table done I move on pulling out the pad. The blokes sitting at the table I head for are getting low on drink and no plates. Hop up in one blokes lap to a grunt out of him and chuckles out of the rest. Course before anything else better speak to the bloke I'm sitting on so look up at him.

"Taking orders but hold off on telling, get your order last." He nods and grins.

"Ask away lass." Smile and turn to the bloke on my left.

"Would you like anything or are you sitting pretty?"

"Well you in my lap would be a nice turn. Also want a pint." Smile and write down pint then pocket the coin he hands over before climbing down then climbing up his lap.

Have to pause asking on account the entire table is laughing. Course the bloke I am sitting on puts his hands on my breasts and is pinching gently so quite a nice turn. Wiggle a little on him because he is making me randy, though need get the rest of the orders.

"Would you like anything or are you sitting pretty?" The bloke smile at me.

"I want a pint and plate." Write it down and collect the coins, get three so he tipped fast but perfectly fine then climb in his lap.

"I'll take a pint lass." Smile at the bloke and write it down, faster if they say right away.

After collecting coin I move over to him, don't climb in right away. Instead I put a hand to his pecker and rub until he is starting to rise then climb up and smile since he is poking and it's nice.

"Cheeky lass, I want a pint and plate." Giggle a bit as write it down, then wiggle since this is nice.

The gentle pinches made me randy since I want to get asked for a shag. Still need to see that all the blokes have given an order and gotten before the shag. So continue on around the table sitting in the lap of the bloke I just asked each time. Until the last bloke that I sat on first at least, just get his order then head for Henry.

As luck would have it our new wenches are coming out of the hallway. Grab the hand of one since I got ten pints and three plates to get. Need a second tray for that, and I get the gal that I bought a new top for so that is great. She got a top with a plunging neckline but still has a collar so her breasts are not as free to grope, but still seen and a little groping is possible.

Henry takes a bit in the passing out of pints, he is kept busy doing bar drinks. Seems we got a bunch of blokes who came in to get a pint before work. Late to get to work but there are night shifts in plenty of places. Also have security so we got the night shift workers and security blokes at the bar. Finally though we get the pints and plates.

New gal gets the pints while I get the plates. I took the orders so I need to handle the different. Fairly sure the blokes would not mess around on who gets the plates but never know. They are an odd sort when they walk in, after a pint they get odder, three or four pints they get truly weird. Course blokes are an odd sort anyway.

Back at the table much is made of new girl being new. Also gets pulled in a lap, then another lap. She is giggling since the blokes are arguing over who saw her first. Could mention how I saw her first but I have a feeling they are trying to figure out who offers a shag first. Course I am not being offered a shag and there are other tables so I keep going.

Reaching the next table I'm pulled in to a blokes lap right off so giggle a bit. Also wiggle on his lap then take orders. Get in new laps the whole time as well so it's great fun. I also get poked a few times by a hard pecker and well I want to get asked for a shag. Don't get asked for a shag sadly, I just keep getting hauled in laps and taking orders.

Plenty of running to get the orders done up and taking back with a tray. Do snag a chip here and there, wave it in the blokes face to boot. Sometimes the bloke wraps me up and I feed the bloke a bit before he let's go. Quite fun at least and I notice the rest of the wenches are getting pulled in laps to take orders.

Eventually it slows down enough, or rather the blokes get enough drink in them to take a wench upstairs. I am liking this, means can expect a shag any time now. Still not getting asked for a shag and honest really want a shag. All the poking peckers and hands to my breasts, gal would have to be dead to not wish to be having a shag by now.

The rest of the wenches are getting taken upstairs so am the last and this is annoying. Still going about getting pints for the blokes, hopping and getting pulled up in laps. Am laying out pints for the table Trevor is at when get asked if want a shag. Not by Trevor sadly, one of the lads is asking on account am sitting in his lap.

Look up at him and smile then tell him to shag away. Not the bloke I want shoving about inside but will do, know Trevor will give a proper shag later. All that matters after all, then am getting tossed over shoulder so cross arm and frown. Rest of the blokes are laughing as go through door though honest, would prefer not being tossed over a shoulder to get upstairs.

Up the stairs we go then are going in a room. It gets a little odd here, I said I want him to shag me but instead of getting dropped on the bed or nightstand he sets on floor. Backs up a step so we can look at each other better.

"How do you want to do the shag?" Well that is a nice turn.

"Know on my back is a lot of contorting to look at the bloke proper am enjoying. Have been set on the nightstand and that was nice. Though honest, so long as your pecker goes up my chute I don't pay no particulars to the how."

He snorts and grins then looks about and picks me up to put on the bed. Get held there on my hands and knees so reach back to pull up my skirt. Also smile on account don't have to look at the lad so can picture a handsome bloke back there shagging away at me. Moan when a hand comes down and starts to finger my chute.

It feels good and don't really get fingered that often. Do myself some with Trevor watching, wanted to see a bloke stroking and it was bloody brilliant. Also begged for a shag before he finished so not seen a bloke top off, always been inside my chute. Moan again when his pecker nudges at my chute then starts to slide right on in.

Apparently this prime bird was dripping for it, his words though not that far off. Been wanting a shag something fierce for a bit now. Also happy that this pecker is no slacker, it feels great. Not as thick as Trevor but there is enough to get stretched out a tad. Also fairly long so is nudging at the back of my chute.

Rather sadly though the feel is nice and not much else. Work a hand down and rub on me a bit and that is going to set me off. Not right away, this pecker isn't godlike like Trevor's. So for a bit am just bouncing back and forth in front of this lad enjoying his pecker and my fingers. Then I am moaning because he topped me off and it is bloody brilliant.

Just what this bird has been needing, also still going so aces. Last vestiges of the orgasm are fading away when he speeds up even more than was. Nice in will get filled, but really can't the blighter make it last. As if in answer he groans behind then am getting filled with warmth. Like this so moan on account it is feeling quite nice.

Still would rather the blighter had lasted longer. Course shouldn't complain, he offered up a shag. Been needing a pecker shoved up my chute something proper so in that respect is aces. Course one top off is bloody fast so not nice. Still can't be saying that to blighter so smile as turn around and work on cleaning him up proper, so enjoy the taste.

Get him all cleaned up then we is head for the stairs. Come through the door and find most of the blokes are gone, seems we is closing now and Trevor not shagged me. Go over and poke him hard then head for the table with the rest of the wenches. Trevor follows along, find this out when he is sit beside.

"What was the poke for?" Look over at him and frown.

"You didn't shag me and here we are closed."

"He beat me to it and here it is closed so shall shag you proper in our bed." Think about that for a moment then sigh and scoot closer getting a giggle out of the wenches.

"Would have preferred a sooner on the shag. All those hands feeling me up proper, was aching for a shag." Trevor grabs my head and pull over to lay a kiss on my lips.

I swear to you my toes curled with the passion of this kiss. His lips press against mine then his tongue worms its way into my mouth. Our tongues duel for a bit and he is mashing our lips at the same time. Honest am randy and quite ready for that shag right here and now, then his mouth is gone. Whimper a bit at that, that kiss was aces of epic proportions and it is over.

Trevor just rotates my head to see the table, we got fish and chip. Takes a moment but do recover and grab up a bit of fish, Trevor is a dear, he collects a pile of chips and some fish on a plate. We are sharing plate and honest swoon a little, this is beyond aces on sweet.

"Better not be losing you to marriage." Look up then over at the other Maggie and grin.

"Not anytime soon, he's being a blighter on getting a ring and asking proper." Trevor sighs then swats me so swat him back, whole table is laughing.

Fall to on the fish and chip, even with hamming around and taking bits here and there I am hungry. Trevor seems in the same spot, he is grabbing them and eating fairly fast. At least until swat his hand, I don't need much in the way of food but do require food.

"Blighter I am hungry over here and am giving you a shag, do all the moving." Look over at him and snort.

"Did plenty of moving all day, you was standing around talking with blokes, had to dash about to get the lasses to speak on here with then some more dashing to get a top for one of our new wenches. Then the nonsense with the copper, followed by all the walk around did in here."

"You did plenty of lap sitting too." Snort and giggle.

"That was fun, admit feeding the blokes is a little odd but the rest was aces. Got felt up over much for no shag offers, rest of you lot got all my shags." Table is giggling and chuckling then Trevor nudges me.

"So you want me to take you up for a shag early in the day?"

"Would but then you don't twice a day so last is fine. Asides it reminds why enjoy shagging so and wears a gal out." Groan when realize said to much, Trevor is grinning big now.

Definitely a bollocks moment, at least not said what think of his pecker. Also no call to talk again so get to just enjoy the fish and chip. Then we are doing the walk back to the warehouse that was converted in to bed rooms. Probably have other things in there but no call to just go looking about, maybe will get lost in the morning.

Back in our room I really want to get to the royal shagging of me, but we got other things to talk about first. Trevor seems to know this on account he is sitting on the bed and looking at me. So head over to him and slip between his legs so we can talk low. Also gets me held and that is aces, the blokes don't hold a wench.

"Did you find a safe or something?" 

"Not one I would buy, the best option we found weighed as much as I do." Snort and pull back to look over all of him.

"Not so bad, though suppose it was not small." Trevor shakes his head.

"Methinks I weigh more than you think. The safe though was big, say three feet top to bottom and side to side."

"You got a purse yes? I'm going to jingle if I don't lighten the load." Trevor snorts and nods then pulls out a purse, not huge but big enough.

"Go on empty in here." Pull out the coins in my pockets, don't drop in right away, want to look and keep enough for stops to eat on way to the pub tomorrow.

"Blimey, I've got two pounds in here." Trevor looks with me.

"Perhaps the blokes are tipping well on account they figure once paid enough can just get the shag." Tilt head to side and giggle.

"Blimey blokes are blockheads. Feel up a gal enough and she will want a shag pay or no." Trevor snorts then starts feeling me up.

Giggle a little then take out a full twenty pence and stuff in pocket then drop rest in purse. Once am done with that am wearing naught but a pearl choker. Trevor smiles then is pinching at my nipples so sigh and lean against him. So want that royal shagging, though not getting it until Trevor is good and ready to give it out.

Not complaining, he is aces when it comes to the shag and will let him do it at his own speed. Mostly just glad he is not a blighter and goes fast. Moan when one hand travels down me and cups my chute. Feels good, though not the reason for the moan, once a hand is down there he is fingering me and he has nice fingers for that.

Finger goes up me and raise up a bit on account I so want to give him fuller access. Not that Trevor seem to need that, his finger is sliding in and out of me at a great speed. Wrap my arms around his head so I can stay up since I am going to top off soon. Been randy since we sat down to eat the fish and chip so I won't be taking long on that.

Then I am topping and doing a bit of moaning, at least until Trevor leans in and kisses me. Once I can focus on what is happening my hands go down this shagging god and pull his trousers open. Reach in and grab his pecker to find him hard and randy so pull out and stroke on him. He is fingering so may as well.

Squeak when picked up then pulled toward the mighty pecker. Legs spread before I realize what is happening then Trevor is trying to slide me down him. Reach down to direct the pecker for a moment then he is inside just a tad. Moan loud when the tad turns into fully, that feels so good and I so want to shag myself.

Course can't since he is holding me at the hips so I can move a teensy but not near as much as need. Whimper about this, the godlike pecker is buried within where I want it always, and not moving. I am moving a little, half inch at most and feels good but I need to be shagged. I need the royal treatment so my brains seep out of my ears after.

With no movement though I am left impaled and wanting more and not getting. This is bad, and yet really good. Feels so good to have him buried within and no moving aside what he is allowing. Even working toward a top off, in a long reaching way. So need to get there, the blighter shag barely even scratched the edge of the itch.

Finally he is moving, just a little. I am getting his mighty pecker to move about half an inch, he is moving about an inch. Still calling it aces because that orgasm is coming for me. So want that to take me away so try and move farther. Don't manage farther but do get faster so just as good on account that orgasm is racing for me now, just being like this with Trevor is aces.

Orgasm washing over me gets him to move more. Finally is all I can think before all thought is wiped away. He is moving me up and down with his pumps so I am getting that royal shagging finally. Moan just about every single time he pulls me down or shoves up my chute. More or less always moaning.

Giving out a fast shag and it is fast on the way to royal since I am going to top off again. Then I am wailing away with this topper. Get a little limp after this, am topped enough but do need to get Trevor to top. Hips move much as they can, try to tighten up inside a bit more than am already. Even hum down low, no idea if helps but seems to since Trevor is shoving me around a bit faster.

Trevor groans then am getting warmth up my chute and it is aces. I got him off like a good bird and really could use the bed now. Not that Trevor pays attention, he is still moving me about on him to get all his fluids out. Not that they go out until later, my chute takes it all and keeps for a bit. Finally though we are moving about on the bed.

"Had enough?" Look up at Trevor and bream at him.

"Aces you no ring blighter." Trevor snorts then swats me on the nose.

"Come on be serious, like you can wear a ring and do what we are doing."

"Doesn't mean I don't want the bleeming ring."

"Alright, but we do need to finish this off and you get to meet the folks first."

Sigh and snuggle up with Trevor. Already knew he would but always good to hear. Trevor sighs then wraps me up in his arms and we both try and get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting, though I admit to enjoying being a wench.



Littlest Agent First Case



Opening my hand I forget about the knife and the paper is still cut in half. This is utterly fascinating, while I believe I have it I can make a working knife.

"Don't make a pistol in my office." Look at the chief and giggle.

"Well I daresay I can do what he suggested, but I would like to learn how to fight. Being able to make a weapon doesn't help if I can't use it." 

"Well you have a teacher in this room, not me I do administration." Royal police groans and shakes his head.

"I still need to interrogate the prisoner I got today, think he is part of a plot." Chief waves his hand.

"No, you are hereby off that case, I will assign a different bloke for that. You are teaching her, you decided to try and get her work with us so it is your responsibility. Teach her how to fight, using all weapons."

Look at him and he doesn't look the most pleased with the idea. Which I find to be a little on the mean side. I mean I'm a gal with needs and he is a bloke with needs, no reason for us to not meet those.

"Don't look so glum, I have needs." He looks at me and snorts.

"Didn't think of that, though you are supposed to be married first." Roll my eyes.

"Most of the blokes at market suggested I work in a brothel. Blokes are allowed to meet their needs in a brothel so I don't see why I need to be married first." Chief snorts.

"Gal has a point there." Royal police sighs.

"Not sure I could with you, but that is a later thing. Right now I need you in a little lower than high class." Look down at my dress and sigh then look at chief.

"What do you suggest?" He looks me up and down then brightens.

"Could you perhaps wear trousers and a cap with your hair tucked in the cap?"

Just stare at him for a moment then sigh and picture myself wearing the mussed up shirt and trousers I had seen in market. To go with that I put on a cap like the lads wear with my hair tucked up in it. Shoes I make scruffy cloth like is common and what I had been wearing. Look down at me and find I am fitting what they wanted though I do not like it.

"I am not happy in trousers and I want leather shoes again." Both snort.

"I will make sure to appropriate funds to get you outfitted with sturdy shoes and a number of dresses. You can change your clothes to what you wish but may as well give you a few sets. No telling how well that dress is surviving this." I had not thought of that, then I get an idea so make a knife and cut the sleeve.

"What are you doing?" 

Look over at royal police, wink then drop the knife and picture the sleeve being whole again. He reaches over and tugs on the sleeve and no seam. I do the same and nothing wrong with the sleeve,. Trousers and shirt are in perfectly fine condition. Neither looks that nice but otherwise they are like new.

"I'm not sure it matters on what I do to my clothes." Before anyone can say anything there is a couple raps on the door.

After chief says to come in a bloke does loaded down with a sack. He brings that in and sets it on the desk.

"Apologies on the delay, close to lunch to begin with so simply got enough for many." He pauses and looks around. "I was told to get a sandwich for an orphan gal." Chief snorts and puts his hand up to me.

"She had to go pick up something and we are having a discussion on information this lad brought in. She will be back in due time. Leave the sack there." Bloke nods and exits the room, soon as the door is shut chief is diving in the sack.

He comes out with three sandwiches wrapped in paper, we all get a sandwich passed over. Unwrapping mine I find I have a pickle with the sandwich so I grab that up to munch on first. Pickles were only something we got when we were really good. More or less equated to giving a shag to the lads who wanted some.

Both of the blokes are looking at me while I eat the pickle. Rather think I moaned on account I didn't get to give out a shag very often. Curse of being small I wager so I didn't get the pleasure of a nice pickle often. Cheeky grin firmly in place I start thrusting the pickle in and out of my mouth before taking a bite.

Giggle when they stop looking, both seemed to like the pumping but the bite turned them right off. Chief is an older man and probably married, not that he is not attractive. I don't seem to go for older men but would be happy if I did work in a brothel and he bought time with me. Royal police is a younger man, older than me but quite nice looking.

Doubt it would be anything permanent but I would really fancy a shag with him. Oh let's be honest, I would fancy plenty of shags with him. Perhaps it could be permanent though I probably will need to do plenty of shagging while I infiltrate these groups. 

"What would I do after infiltrating a group?" They both pause eating to look at me, speech comes a moment later.

"Hopefully you would find information on what their plans are. Most assume all we do is protect the Queen and royal family. Untrue, we also protect Her interest and that of the people's of England." Chief coughs and shakes his head.

"Also protect the interests of Scotland, little bit of Ireland, they are not the smartest of folk so should give us control over all of the island."

"So how would I figure out what their plans are?" Both look a little uncomfortable now.

"Well not to put too fine a word on it, whatever it takes, shag the lot if you must. Not that you have to, do whatever you are comfortable with." Snort and giggle.

"I rather figured on the shagging. Not seeing a problem with it, I've done a little shagging and would prefer more." Both are staring at me now.

"I thought the orphan gals ended up with a bun when they give out shags." 

"Not me, three did and are now married to the bloke. We did attend school so met up with not orphans though for the most part we shagged each other. Blokes are taught a trade so it works, though not well."

"How much shagging was there?" 

"Just about all the time, not always did a bloke shag outside of the orphanage but there was constant."

"Blimey and only three preggers. Go on you two, get to the training. Do teach her, I am not sending you lot off for shagging."

He snorts and I giggle though am pulled up. Do get the half of the sandwich still there and wrap it up proper. Not hungry but best to have it on hand just in case. Back down to his desk to pick up my papers then off for the door. 

"Blimey where did the lad come from and where is that gal you had?" Royal police sighs though I turn to the bloke and cup my breasts.

"Am the gal, make him randy dressed like so."

He snorts and chuckles while royal police tosses up his hands then grabs me by the cuff and hauls out. Forced to trot this time, he seems in a hurry. Just go for a while until we find a tram, dash to get on then we find seats. Seems we have joined a few men digging out a new underground line. This one being deeper than the previous they have to do a mine as they call it.

At least they get a machine to do much of the actual work. Not according to what they say but you get the impression the machine does the digging. Blokes are only pulling out the displaced earth which sounds rather back breaking. Course I find I need a loo before the tram gets to where we are going.

End up bouncing a little in the seat by the time we do get off then he takes me in to an alley to relieve myself. I am not happy with this, I'm not a tramp any longer, I don't think. At least he does not watch while I pull the trousers down and squat.

"What is your name?" He starts and sighs.

"Too right I never shared, I'm Trevor."

"Why would you not want to shag me?" He does look this time, turns red and looks away. "Too small?"

"Too right, you are just a little above my waist. I'm not seeing how I would shag you." Finished now and without a cloth I make one then wipe and toss aside before standing and fixing trousers.

"You are a twit, I shall sit on a chair and you can shag away." He jumps when I move up and touch him.

"Cheeky bird." 

I am giggling now then he grabs my hand and we are moving again. Rather fast walk for me, he is almost trotting I would think. Me, I'm definitely trotting and close to a jog so not the nicest then we are heading for the street and I get a thought so poke him.

"Hang on, should I stay in trousers?"

"You want me to be randy don't you?" Just stare at him until he is chuckling.

"Bloody arsehole."

"For the time being stay like that. Do need to train you and easier if you have trousers."

"Not if I will be in a skirt most of the time, need to learn how to fight in what I will wear."

"You make a fine case for it, put yourself in a skirt. Not a high society again." Pout for a moment then grin.

I put myself in a brothel workers dress. Very low cut so what I have in breasts are being shown. It is quite form fitting as well and the skirt is quite short on the sides so I don't need to remove for a shag. I make it a nice dark red with black lace. He just stares for a moment then sighs.

"Heavens above you are cheeky." Shrug and wink.

"Gal so most of the blokes would believe me as a trollop not a fellow fighter."

"Depends on the group, come on."

I am smiling because I can tell he is looking at my breasts. Then he grabs my hand and we are off again. I find myself glad I did not make my shoes with a heel to them, I did make them leather again so my feet are quite well wrapped. Rather good there on account we are moving fast enough I am practically racing to keep up.

Also drawing plenty of looks, I'd wonder why but I am seeing my chest heaving with each step and not because all of me bounces. I am quite positive I would have been shagged more if only I had worn less cloth. Perhaps it would have helped to be more cheeky and less proper lady like. Not like an orphan has much chance of being anything but poor.

Working in a brothel or marrying a bloke who is a dock worker is pretty standard. Becoming a maid is pretty standard as well though most of the time a maid comes from the servants. Usually related to the family her mum works for but also unable to be recognized as such. Get to stew on this for quite a while.

Finally though we are coming up to a complex. Surrounded by tall fencing with brick pylons to keep it up. Massive gate, to allow a motorized carriage I would assume, spreads out directly ahead. Behind the fence I can see a number of buildings. Most are single story and look to be a bit like the school I attended.

No fancy pipe work, no signs, no nothing but the barest minimum. Then we are getting closer and I have to stop, the fence is iron. Nicely done iron but iron.

"It's iron." He looks at me and sighs.

"Here let me open the gate then you can pass through. Need to go in here."

I am unsure on this but he does go and open the gate. Sadly it is two gates so I am further unsure on passing through. Iron has a strong repulsion effect on me, I am afraid of touching. It seems to be anathema to me going near, touching may very well prove fatal. At least iron is not used often besides for chains and fencing.

Gate open now and he is looking at me so I force myself to move forward. It is hard to do, a bit like two opposite magnets trying to be touched together. Reaching the opened gate and stepping through I am moving to the exact center after the first step. Whimpering a bit as I go, this is hard on me. Second step, then third, fourth, and fifth.

Next thing I know I am in his arms and being carried away from the gate. Look up at him, then around to find we are a good distance from the gate and it is still open. So poke at him until he looks down.

"I'm alright, go close the gate." 

Get set on the ground then he dashes for the gate. Has it closed in no time then he is coming back over to where I am. Looking a little worried as he comes and I am feeling fine so pull up the dress and spread my feet a bit so he can see just about all of me under my waist. 

"What happened?" He sighs and pulls my hands off my dress so it covers me again.

"You collapsed, near the end of the open gate, so dashed over, picked you up and carried in. Are you sure you are alright?" Nod and shrug.

"Don't recall collapsing, remember walking between then am in your arms."

"Well, at least there is a motorized carriage in here, we can find out if you are affected in one of those. Come on, may as well show you the weapons and you can figure out which you like best." Nod and fall in step with him.

"Why am I learning all if I can make my own?"

"Because the weapon you like best is not always the best. If you notice the guards standing at attention have a pike. They train with the pike so they can wield one with ease, but they also have a pistol and knife. One man in a crowd speaking against the Queen is to be taken in, but a pike is not a good weapon to use in a crowd."

"I don't think I can use a pike." He looks at me and snorts.

"It would need to be shortened but only those tasked with guarding the royal family gets a pike. For ease of understanding, we are secret police." Puzzle through that for a moment then give up.

"How are we secret if everyone knows we are around?"

"That is the beauty of it. Nobody knows what we do, coppers think when they help us arrest someone that we were just walking around and got attacked or overheard. Very few know what we really do, those guarding the royal family are soldiers. No royal police actually guards the royal family." Well you know, I thought it was shocking to make a quid out of nothing.

"So we foil plots?" He nods and smiles at me then opens the door we have reached.

"Exactly that, take your time and do not only pick a pistol."

I have other questions but well selecting a weapon is important so I go looking. The first things I reach are axes, which makes sense if say the buildings are on fire and need to be opened. Not that it is a big danger, they are all brick buildings. There are also wooden axes, to practice with I would assume.

Not even going to try one of those I keep going. Next up are swords, most of these are longer than I would want to try. Keep going and end up turning on to the next row. There I find shorter swords. These are nice and of a length I would like, pulling out one of the wooden versions I am shocked when Trevor takes it from me.

"Keep going, need more than the one. I will teach you pistols tomorrow, we have a range." Nod and keep going.

"Why are there so many buildings here?"

"This is where we train our new recruits. You are in a spot of luck, our latest lot finished last week." Nod then stop moving, I found long daggers so grab up two.

"I may like these better." Trevor snorts and shakes his head.

"May as well look at the last row, have throwing knives there. Just in case you can't make a working pistol appear." Never thought of that so go look and there are plenty of varying styles.

"No wooden ones?"

"Don't fight with these, they are designed to be thrown." Sigh then hold up one with an actual handle, earns me a snort. "Fighting with one of those is the same as a regular dagger." Hard to argue with that.

"So how long will this training take?"

"About a week, all you need is to learn how to fight. We take longer on account we are all blokes so have to get the group to trust us. You just need to give out shags." Well he has a point, though there is one thing.

"Also need to take a look around, pillow talk takes a good long while to get anything good."

"Ah never thought of that. Too used to having to play at agreeing with the blokes for a spell then get told the plans." Roll my eyes.

"Same thing if I go in and get shagged constant. There is one thing, suppose I really enjoy you shagging me?" Trevor blinks at me a time or three.

"Well obviously you would still need to give out shags, doesn't mean anything. Most brothel customers are married blokes anyway."

"Huh, that is an odd bit of logic, near as I can tell the blokes don't want their wives to shag around." 

"Never said I would be happy with my bird shagging around. I'd prefer you were not loose, but if it's a choice between loose and dead, I'll take loose. Course that is if we can stand each other, as it stands now you are just a bird to shag and train." Not so happy with that and yet he is right, just a bird to shag right now.

"Prefer to be more but just met. Probably should not hope you fall madly in love with me at first shag. So let's get with the training, or shagging." 

Trevor snorts and we get to the training. At first it is simply how to hold the little sword, what he calls it. We move on to what to do with it and while I like it, just don't think I'm that good with it. Trevor seems to share my opinion because we only work with it for an hour or so. He has his own wooden sword to hack at me with.

Once we stop with the little sword, which is not little to me, we get to work on me using the daggers. I can do them with both hands so that is a bonus. Trevor has problems blocking both daggers so that is an obvious advantage. Course I have problems blocking as well, and not because the daggers are small.

Just not strong enough to block his sword. Well that is a misnomer, I can stop his attacks but it is hard on me. Doesn't speak well of me doing it against an actual opponent where it is kill or be killed. Luckily I'm small and can move quick so stepping out of the way works. At least for the initial attack, Trevor gets me twice with a crosscut after stepping aside.

Easily fixed at least, I step to the side and move in to stab. Trevor assures me that while not immediately fatal most blokes will be more interested in holding together than attacking more. Little unsure on that though we both feel my attacking will be in an attempt to get away. Trevor seems to be drooping a little when we get called for supper, I could eat so no issue with this.

"How do you not get tired?" Look up from our rather fine meal and shrug.

"I don't know, I always just have more energy. I do sleep if you are wondering."

Trevor snorts and we focus on our meal. We get roast with fried tater, peas, and sauce so it is quite fine. Supper is winding down and I find a bit of the curious in me so figure I may as well ask.

"Did the cook get a notice to come here?" He had come in through the gate and then came over to talk to Trevor a moment when we had stopped with the little sword.

"No, we have a staff here all the time. Keeps the robbers out." Nod on account that is a proper thing. "Come on time for a shagging."

Smile at Trevor, would like a nice shagging. Trevor smiles back then hops up and takes my hand. I guess we are not to take the plates to the kitchen or anything since we leave the building. Trevor jogs while I flat out run for another building that is long. Going inside we have one room and lots of beds arrayed before us in rows.

Apparently for training they stay here in the one room. Rather the same as what I experienced though smaller room and less people. Also smaller beds, I notice this when we get closer to them. There is a problem though, no chairs and I'm not sure I can make a chair then get shagged on it while it stays.

"There are no chairs." Trevor snorts and grabs my hand again.

"Sure there are, have a sitting room. It is in the back on account beds are awarded by first bloke to reach an empty. Have chairs and tables in there for card games of an eve."

Smile now, with a chair or table to perch on I can get shagged royally. Hopefully I enjoy it plenty and want to keep him around. He is really handsome and it's not like being four foot makes it easy to find blokes to shag let alone fall for. My thoughts end about there since Trevor has chosen the table to shag me on.

I get picked up and set on the table at any rate. So I eagerly pull my skirt up and spread my legs while he works on opening his trousers. Then I drool because he has a very nice cock that will go inside of me, now would be perfect. Perhaps I voiced the sentiment because he smiles and moves up between my legs, at first all he does is feel at me with his fingers.




Littlest Agent First Case



Moan when my body parts for his cock, and parts, then parts some more. Besides being short to a big degree he is thick, so I feel like I am split open with a ham. He is not short either so this ham keeps being pushed into me. Not to say it hurts, well alright it's not quite pleasant but by the time he is nestled fully in his bird, I am enjoying being his bird.

Thus begins the shagging, and royal is an apt term to my shagging. He is moving back and forth within enough that my breasts are bouncing. Trevor is watching that with a smile and I am enjoying. Enjoy even more when I practically scream with my orgasm in a very short amount of time, he is thick after all.

Royal shagging just keeps right on going. My eager little body parting for him and trying to hold on to what is pushed inside. I am bouncing pretty darn good and to be blunt, this shagging is aces. That thick long cock of his is churning me up something fierce and forget him falling for me in one shagging, I'm falling for him in one shagging.

Hopefully he is enjoying my chute because I want it wrapped around him often as possible. Then I reach orgasm again, oh my word and I thought the shagging was good before. I am wailing away at this epic shagging of me, his eyes are watching my breasts bounce, and honestly I don't know how this could get better. 

Wouldn't you know, the instant I think that, I find another orgasm. Right on the trail end of the last one I wail about another. Trevor seems to have a permanent grin on his face. Not that I blame him, in something like five minutes of shagging he has brought me off three times. Course my royal shagging just keeps right on going, I am starting to wonder if he ever stops.

Always before the bloke shagging me would get off about now. Not that I ever got brought off this much by any of those previous blokes. I guess that is why I want to be his bird for life now. Don't think anyone would blame me either, this is epic on top of epic because I'm brought off again. Right in the middle of this I am joined by Trevor so it got better.

Fairly far on the silly side but I'm thinking that maybe he's put a bun in my oven and I have to stay his bird. Most likely this is because his fluids are scalding hot in me and I really enjoy the feel of it. This is so much better than any of my previous shags, though not exactly blessed in the length department I call it wonderful.

Probably because he got me off so readily and all he did was shag me hard and fast. There is something to be said for a pole of that width, and there is length. I'm fairly certain he nudged the back of me during that epic shagging. Then Trevor is pulling out of me and staggering over to a chair. Hop down and follow to lean over his lap and lick up what we left on him.

Course I also lick up what is drizzling out still and I call the taste wonderful. Trevor just watches me clean his pecker for a bit then pulls me up in his lap. Wrap my arms around him and just lean there enjoying the after effects of a shagging to write home about.

"Did you enjoy that as well as I think you did?" Look up at him and grin.

"I'm your bird, even if we can't stand to be together otherwise I'm your shagging bird." He snorts and chuckles.

"To think I was supposed to fall for you after one shagging." I can't help giggling for a bit then think about what to do with my dress.

"Do you want your bird in a nightgown or bare as a babe?"

"Far as I know what you have on works as a nightgown." Look down at my dress and shake my head.

"I want to find out how far exactly I can stretch this cloth changing thing I can do." Trevor tilts his head to the side.

"So I suppose being bare as a babe does not involve unpinning the dress and letting it fall."

I grin at Trevor then picture myself wearing nothing but a necklace. Course it's not your standard necklace, what I picture myself wearing is a satin choker with lace and strings of pearl hanging off it. Trevor's jaw drops and he feels at it along with me, I have a real satin choker with lace and pearls.

Then he looks lower and smiles, I don't have large breasts but I got enough that I don't look much like a kid while bare as a babe. Height aside of course, being four foot has problems, most counters are at my eyes.

"You don't have hair?" I shake my head.

"I am of age, according to what I was told my birthday is a month or two after I was actually born."

"So literally dropped on a doorstep?" I nod and frown.

"There was a note, with my name and take care of on it. Nothing else, I don't know if my name is what I was born with or not."

We go to bed now, there really is not a good thing to say after that. My life's story is rather depressing and one shared by a fairly large number of my fellow orphans. To sleep we try using one bed, I've never been able to actually sleep with the bloke I shagged before. Took a little getting used to, another person in bed with you makes the shut eye hard to find at first.

The next morning I am a little anxious on having a full dress again with shoes. Not that I needed to be, I ended up wearing a corset that put my breasts on better display. The dark blue and black lace outfit declaring that I am a proper whore according to Trevor and the cook. Both also assured me I look lovely so perhaps I can find employment with the groups as a whore.

At least that is the hope, though I can't make a working pistol. I can use them fairly well though the standard pistol is hard for me. Because of my size I almost fly through the air after taking a shot. I can shoot well enough but using a pistol is a bad idea. A pocket gun I could use, but with my ability to change dress carrying one is a bad idea.

End up going with daggers, both throwing and regular. I prove to be rather good with the throwing and I'm passable fighting with two. I was only trained for a week after all so I'm not the best fighter around, I'm not bad and my ability means I'm good enough. We tried it out and I can armor myself, good enough to work against a blade, guns are chancy on protection value of what I make.

Still after a week I am good enough in a fight, I can throw a knife quite well, and I don't have to carry a single weapon. Also don't really need changes of dress, but did get a travel bag I can fit a pair of boots and two dresses into. Also came with two dresses and a pair of boots, none in a style I wanted but that is easy enough to fix.

Get to find out that clothes stay how I put them, while wearing or not. Not sure if I can make a dress out of nothing, was not something we tried. Fairly sure I can for a little while at least, can make papers out of nothing and money. Course really, the best part of the week was the shags. We made a good try at getting a bun in the oven, not that we actually discussed that.

Both of us know it is an option with the shagging. Course since I will be more or less an agent acting like a whore I will probably end up with a bun. I suppose since there is no telling who put the bun there we won't actively try for one. Not that I don't hope to have one before I do end up acting like a whore to get at the plans.

Course we haven't gotten to the scary part yet. Just finished breakfast and are heading for the motor carriage to get back to headquarters.

"Nervous?" Nod and move closer to Trevor.

"I don't know what iron does to me. I may have passed out and it may have been worse."

"Stiff upper lip, the carriage is wood, copper, steel, and glass. Iron is too heavy for use in most things asides fences, chain, and heavy nails." I start and look up at Trevor, stopping us two steps shy of the carriage.

"What are the heavy nails used for?"

"Sailing ships and then to hold up the big cross in cathedral. That is why sailors are always tarring their ship, iron doesn't stand up to water well."

Still nervous but do get in the carriage, he's right I need to step up and do. One of the things he told me over the past week, when it comes down to it I have to do whatever I need to. Not doing what is needed probably means I die and well not going there. Need to be a mum first so I'll know that I tried my best to push past my own history.

Then we are moving for the gate and it is uncomfortable for me. The effect is lessened by the carriage. Suppose it helps the glass is up halfway, I sit below that so I have the wood and steel between the iron and me. Gives me a thought that if I outfit myself fully like I am now then I can perhaps walk right up to an iron fence.

Not that I plan on doing so, it's just something to keep in mind if I need to. After a brief stop for Trevor to shut the gate we head for headquarters. Just to be cheeky I change out of the lacy corset and high sided skirt to again be in a boy's dress. Poke Trevor to get him to notice and he is chuckling.

"Hoping you pull over and give a right proper shagging." 

"Oi, gave you a shagging last night, supposed to share if you want more often." I snort and giggle then shake my head.

"I'm being a right cheeky bird, asides when I get an assignment I'll need to be cheeky to get looked at as a shagging bird."

"May not need to, at your size some may consider using you as a lookout. Most pay no attention to a kid so you could stand anywhere you please."

"Wouldn't they try and have me lookout for something bad like raiding an armory?" Trevor shakes his head.

"To start you would assist in smaller raids the coppers would pursue. We do not care about those, our purview is the protection of the royal family and government." He has said that before though there is one thing.

"Blokes plot against the royals and not parliament?" Trevor nods and slows down, we are pulling up in front of headquarters.

"Her Majesty can write a new law whenever she pleases. Cabinet advises and calls for such laws when parliament can't or won't decide on a needed course. Some feel that the Queen should step down and let someone else take up the crown who in theory would enact more laws. It is all very hush but a good portion of the outer family plots to become closer to the heir of the crown." 

I think about that and then get pulled out of the motor carriage because we are going inside. The man at the desk in the lobby is laughing when he sees us. Same bloke that I had told I wore this dress to entice Trevor. Trevor is grinning and shaking his head but we go past and up the stairs. I grab his arm when we stop in front of the chief's door.

"Her Majesty allows this?"

"To a certain extent, when we can link a member of the royal family to a plot that calls for death of another that member has an accident."

"So they are not actually accidents?"

"Most of the time a member of the royal family having an accident is an accident but sometimes no it's not. At least we think so, it is possible some of the accidents were well done plots though we do not lose many of them in the accidents anyway." I nod then we both reach up and rap on the door.

Chief just stares at us as we come in and take a seat. He glances at Trevor then focuses on me since I'm still wearing the boy's dress.

"There's a story to you wearing that." I nod and grin.

"When we were leaving the man in the lobby asked what happened to the gal. I said Trevor likes me wearing this because it gets him randy." Chief snorts and chuckles.

"You are a cheeky bird."

"I'm his cheeky bird often as I can. He gave me a right proper seeing to often as I please." Trevor is grinning now, and chief shakes his head.

"Oi making me jealous over here, wife is visiting her sister and I couldn't pull away." I grin then look over at Trevor and nod toward the chief, he rolls his eyes.

"No you are not shagging the chief. Do you have an assignment for Maggie." Chief stares at Trevor then turns to me.

"I thought your name was Marigold." 

"It is, Trevor figured that I should use a more common name so we can use new papers instead of the ones I have."

"Do you need to make up the new papers?" I shake my head and hand over my papers, he looks at them and chuckles.

"You are good to have on our side. I suppose this is the papers you had with your real name on it redone?" I nod and smile.

"Did some testing and so long as I have something real to change into what I want it stays as I make it. At least for a while, the bigger the change the faster it reverts. We made a deck of cards out of some paper sheets the second night. They stayed a deck of cards until last night. My dress at least stays how I put it, it is not that big a change for the most part." Trevor snorts and shakes his head.

"Show him the brothel worker dress" Closing my eyes I picture the lacy corset and high sided skirt in purple silk with red lace.

"Now that is a dress worn at one of the high end brothels. Also quite revealing, daresay you are cheeky enough to be grabbed for shagging in that." I grin then cross my legs to show off the shoes.

The shoes are red leather with a two inch heel. I had decided on that much since higher makes it hard to do much asides walk. For a shag I need to be perched on something to give the bloke a good angle to my insides, I'm too short for a regular shag. Not that I didn't enjoy staring up at Trevor's body while he shagged away.

"Nice shoes, why only two inches?"

"Two inches so I can move well. Can adjust if need just am too short for a regular shag. Perched on something can angle enough for kissing and such but on my back I see the body above and naught else." Chief snorts.

"Imagine that is a little downer, enjoy watching her face during. Anyway, we got a rumor that someone is plotting something, for your first assignment I want you two working together. Be his bird or just a bird looking for shags and money, see if there is anything to this." A sheet of paper is handed to Trevor that he reads for a moment.

"Interesting that they frequent a pub known to be raided often." I wave my hand because that bears a question.

"What do you mean raided often?"

"The bar has whores and it's not on the approved streets. They call them wenches and swear they don't take money for shags but do anyway."

"The wenches swear they are getting tips not pay for shags but they tend to have better pay than any other place outside the red light district." Stare at the chief a moment then sigh.

"Makes me think I should have just gone to the brothels." Trevor snorts.

"Would have been hard to get work, there are laws about who can whore in a brothel. Adult or not your size suggests otherwise and would make life difficult for whichever brothel hires you." I can't help the smile that comes to my face.

"I probably can get a job as a wench at that place then, they already sidestep the laws." Chief and Trevor trade a look then both sigh.

"She has a point."

"Yes though I'm not sure she can use a tray, the tables are not that short."

I sigh then make the heels longer and stand up to walk around. I made the heels a full six inches and despite needing a little practice walking I can do it no problem. Both watch me practice not saying anything until I sit down.

"I think you are outvoted Trevor." I snort and giggle for a bit.

"Daresay we should do this separate to start, you can do it your way and I'll try and work as a wench. I'll be cheeky to the blokes you indicate to get in good with them and complain about low pay."

"Agreed, though not in whore wear, keep the corset but go for a regular skirt." I so frown at that because I like being in whore wear, advertises that I am indeed an adult.

Still I switch to a regular skirt and we are heading for the motor carriage. Also add a bloke to act as our driver, we are not going to keep it. Most regular folks don't have a motor carriage, they walk or use the tram. There are buses as well now, they run on the routes not used by a tram. According to what I have heard the bus company is trying to do away with trams.

May or may not happen, buses are not exactly cheap unlike the tram. Course if buses do get on every street it would be convenient. Course it may not matter, the motor carriage is getting cheaper so according to one conversation I heard while at market they will be everywhere. My thoughts are derailed by Trevor getting out.

I would get out as well except for the simple fact I am getting out closer to the pub. Also got to sit in the front chair next to the driver. He is a rather handsome bloke and I am trying to be a whore trying to work as a wench, so before getting out I lean over and lay a hot kiss on him. Getting out I make a big production of adjusting the corset.

Plenty of blokes are smiling at me as they pass. I did make sure to flash most of my breasts after all, short or not flashing breasts gets the attention of men. Once I finish I turn to look at the pub, there is a second floor to it, with windows and the building is rather large. I'm sure there are a number of bedrooms upstairs.

Then I go inside and pause because the place is crowded. Seems like every table has more blokes than chairs, the bar is practically hidden from the blokes crowding it. Do spot wenches moving around with big fake smiles. Plenty of squeaks and giggles as well while the blokes cop feels. Unsure on where to go I head for the bar, the bartender will know I am sure.

Not that I get to the bar, a wench darts over and grabs my arm then pulls me after for the back door. Find a hallway behind the door with three doors. The door immediately to the left is marked office, door on the right is marked Gent, and the far door is marked Lass. Would assume those are the loos, not that I get to look longer than a moment.

"Calvin we are dying out there, this wee lass is looking to wench, check papers and send her out." Is said as I am shoved at a chair in a rather small office.

There is a bloke on the far side of the desk, an older bloke with grey on the side. He smiles at me and while his teeth are brown he is a rather handsome bloke. Even though he is older, perhaps I just need to be shagged more often.

"Well now, this is a welcome spot of luck. Not sure how much other activities you will get at your size but so long as you are of age you are hired." I smile at him then pull my papers out to hand over.

"I am hoping other activities is shagging, I did not get it enough in the orphanage." He is looking at my papers then looks at me and smiles.

"Absolutely, far wall from the bar is another door, that leads to the stairs and upstairs there are beds. Now we are not a brothel so you shouldn't demand monies for the shag. If they give you a tip after, that is mostly fine. Be a cheeky eager bird and you will get tips without shagging, the shagging is supposed to be for your enjoyment, and his. Coppers think the worst of us but honest if I find out you charge monies to go up for a shag you are fired."

"What if I get preggers?"

"Preggers is fine, stay working here unless the bloke proposes and wants you at home. We do not have room or time to host your babe here however so you will need to find a sitter. If'n you are shy a place to sleep upstairs will serve, bathroom up there has a shower for the times you end up drenched in something. Any questions?" 

"Well one, what do I do in between the shags?" He snorts and grins.

"Bit sure of yourself, when you are not getting shagged you are taking orders, collecting pay, and taking it to the bar. There is a spot for you to stand and get Harry's attention, yelling works."

"Leaves me with one more question. Where do I get one of those aprons?" He grins and turns in the chair to get at a chest of drawers.

"I got a mess in here and I even will give you a pencil and pad. Course there is pay required, daresay I'd like to get a wee lass suck."

Snort and giggle then get up and head around the desk. He is already undoing his trousers so I get to reach in for his pecker. He is not as big as Trevor but there is a good size to him. My hands stroke up and down him though not really needed, he's pretty hard already. I guess I am a tasty bird which is nice to know.