"I didn't want...." She gulps, swallows hard and starts again. "I didn't want to come, but Ben was so angry when he thought he'd seen Charlotte and James.... When he thought he'd seen them...." Red-eyed, she looks up in appeal, like a little girl 'fessing up to stealing cookies. "I was trying to stop him, or at least calm him down."What a fucking mess...."Didn't help much, did it?"What to do with her....James....Can't risk him knowing she's still here..."Look, it's getting late," I say. "I'd put you up in the hotel overnight, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to risk running into James right now. I'll call a taxi to get you home. Have you got keys to get back in?"She wipes snot from her nose. "There's a spare set with my neighbour, thanks." Her voice chokes. "I don't think it's going to help much with James though. I'll have to see him at the office tomorrow, assuming I still work there."A vision of Kirstie having to face James at his worst stalks acro
"What do you have for me, Frank? Bech tells me you're very pleased with yourself."He displays teeth like a magician brandishing a hat. "Bech was right. In fact, I have what I think will be very good news for you.""Yes?"Conners rolls out a ground plan, jabbing a forefinger at a small area marked out in red. "You own now almost all the area surrounding Blessingmoors. But, that plot to the west side.... you know the one.... with the old witch that kept complaining about the noise? It seems she's been in a road accident; hit and run. She's in hospital. Her family have put the place up for sale.""She's alive?" I glance at Bech who, almost imperceptibly, widens his eyes but shrugs."Yeah," Conners is off-hand. ".... but they say she won't be coming home again. If she lives, she'll be in a home. You don't have to worry. If you want it, the property's as good as yours." He straightens up. "You want me to go ahead? I took the liberty of putting in a statement of interest to make s
KLEMPNER"Nice to meet you, Mitch," I say to her. "Dance for me."She slips off her shoes, then ignoring Conners, her eyes holding mine, she sways to the music, dancing for me.The dress she wears seemed classically respectable when she was sitting and walking, but now that she dances, it falls open, slit to the thigh, displaying long, firm calves and thighs. Hips undulating and her body weaving with the slow, sensual music, she strokes herself, caresses herself....I want to get between her thighs and bury myself in her. In the background, Frank mutters. "Fuck me...."Mitch slips hands behind her neck, raising her hair, then sits, backing up beside me, offering me the clasp of the halter. I unfasten it and the halter falls, exposing a slender waist and smooth, sculpted shoulders. The only break in the perfect skin is a small tattoo of a butterfly behind one shoulder. I pause, a hand resting at the top of either arm.To the fore, Conners is grinning. "Nice tits." He takes a
MICHAELIt's early, still not light or even close to it. I had trouble sleeping. And after a restless doze of a couple of hours, I'm awake again, staring into the darkness. Although our impromptu bonfire party was a success and the evening ended amicably enough, my gut is still coiled tight. I need to burst out somewhere.Perhaps I should demolish another chicken shed?Grow up, why don't you....Charlotte is curled up in my arms, her spine pressed against my chest. It helps. But what I really want is to fuck-make-love-with-fuck-my-brains-out-with her.Everything's alright when I can lose myself in you.Will she want to?Unsure of my reception, I don't quite dare rouse her, so I lie there, wishing for her to wake, wanting her to tell me that everything's okay between us.*****CHARLOTTEI'm warm and very cosy. And through the haze of a semi-doze, I realise why. Michael is spooned up behind, his arms wrapped around me and the heat of his body seeping through my bac
KLEMPNER"Hey, Larry. Thought I might find you here." Conners collapses into the seat next to me, slapping a folder down on the coffee table. "Is she in later?"Fury flashes, then I muscle it down.He has every right to be here...."She said after seven.""Good stuff. I'm looking forward to getting that one on her knees again. Hey, don't you just love the way she....""What's that?" I nod down to the folder. "Is that for me?""It is. The City authorities have said that in principle, they're happy to sell that remaining land you want.""In principle?""Well, you need to make them an offer obviously."A shadow falls over us. "Hi, guys. How are you doing? Out to play this evening?"*****Later, I watch him grunting over her. A part of me revolts at the sight. Another part is fascinated.Why do you do this?Men would throw themselves at you....And my shaft lies quiescent.But as he pumps her, she turns her face to mine. Her glorious eyes fix on me and my co
JAMESI'm partly taken aback at this sudden reversal. Partly fascinated by it........ and partly delighted....Sparky subs....For the first time since Kirstie started working here, I take a hard look at her, instead of white washing her with my memory of our first meeting those years ago at the Club.Just a sub?I stand over, deliberately looming. "And how do you arrive at that conclusion?"She doesn't cower, though perhaps she should. I don't make a habit of hitting women, except in the way I know they enjoy as much as I do. Nonetheless, I know I can intimidate.But she doesn't back down. "Look.... I know you're a Dom.... I mean, so's Michael, but he's a bit less obvious about it. But you...." And now she eyeballs me. ".... you walk through that lobby behind Charlotte like you've got her on reins. If you're in a situation where it matters that people don't realise what your.... domestic arrangements are, you could tone it down. That's all I'm saying. As it is, I'm su
JAMES"Francis, could you pass this along to Richard when he's in. I've signed off the approvals, but it needs his signature too.""Of course, James."She jots a line or two on a sticky note and appends it to the file. I'm heading for my office when I hear the intercom click into life."Francis!" It's Kirstie's voice, urgent, almost panicked. I turn to listen in. "It's Kirstie in the lobby. Ben Summerford is outside, ranting at Charlotte...."Francis' eyes widen. "James...." But I'm already running for the elevator."Call Security!" I yell. "And the police."As I slam my hand on the call button, Francis ramps up the volume so I'm still hearing Kirstie as I champ and stamp for the doors to open.".... It's not looking good...." Kirstie sounds thoroughly rattled. ".... He's looking really threatening towards her. I've called Security, but can you please tell Mr Alexanders to get down here right now.... And do you have the contact for his friend Michael? Can you call him,
KLEMPNERI can't think straight. My work doesn't hold my interest. My concentration is blown.An image of emerald-green eyes follows me.What are you doing now?I want to see her.I want to see her. Not the pro, but her.She's a whore. A professional. But still I want to see her.It's ridiculous.She's one of dozens....Hundreds....Mitch...".... Finchby is asking if you can supply more exotics...." I tune back to the real world. Bech is looking at me oddly. "Sir?""Yes?" I snap. "What?""What do you think of that idea? Finchby is asking for Asians and Orientals. Both sexes and specifically the younger ones.""Right...."Get your mind back on it....".... I may be able to arrange something, yes. I was planning trips next year to the Middle-East and around Rwanda. I could pull those forward."Bech nods, pursing his lips as he jots a note. "Very good. Anything else?""Yes, with all the turmoil in Eastern Europe right now, I want to investigate the opp