RichardA woman standing to one side of me is panting. A man to the other side of me, wearing no more than a towel has his hand underneath the cloth, moving rhythmically. I'm hot, streaming with sweat.Michael reaches up behind her neck and after a second or so, the halter of the dress falls free, dropping to hang around her waist, leaving Charlotte bare-breasted....Elizabeth had better be standing by the bed when I get back....Then he binds the silk sash around her eyes, its brilliant scarlet matching her lips. He murmurs something to her....Checking she's alright?.... and she nods, whispering some reply.My mouth dry, I watch on. It could be my wife with these two men…You're not Elizabeth........ but while my head knows the difference, my cock doesn't. My shaft is straining........ I'm gonna fucking cream inside my pants if I'm not careful....Her breasts, large and a little pendulous, are emphasised by the narrowness of her waist. Her muscles are smooth
RichardJames is already close. If the performance had the same effect on him as it has had on me, he must be about ready to blow. Her thighs are shiny with a mix of juices and cum. Her lips are leaking a glistening trickle down her chin.James abruptly groans and presses forward, his hands circling her head. He presses in and Charlotte splutters. Equally abruptly he pulls free, spurting over her face instead, splashes escaping to trail glutinously down to her breasts........ I can't watch any more.Before I lose my own control, my mouth dry and my cock hard, I beat a hasty retreat, marching outside to the car....Elizabeth....*****The drive back home is one of the most uncomfortable I've ever had. A combination of confused thought, concern and sheer raging libido make my driving wayward to say the least. And my pulsing erection makes it awkward to move and steer, and impossible to concentrate…Hope she's still awake when I get back....Pulling into the drive, I
RichardTime to put her in harness...."Have you ever taken meeting minutes, Charlotte?"She looks at me directly; an open look in the eye which I like. There's nothing either subservient or overbearing about her, just a statement that this is who she is. "No, I haven't," she says."You're starting now. I want you to sit in on this."She nods and turns away, looking pleased, then, gathering up a notebook and pen, takes a seat while the other members assemble.The meeting is nothing special; a simple progress update from the various departments, but I want to see what she'll produce....Keep your mind on the job, man.... She's one little girl.... .... Just because she looks like your wife....And while the contract is not yet signed, I want James to start taking up his duties as a director.Perhaps my radar was just picking up on their 'special relationship'....And I have one of those of my own....*****JAMESAfter the meeting, Haswell asks me to stay behi
RichardMy intercom buzzes. "Yes, Francis?""Mr Haswell, I've had a call from Charlotte, requesting an appointment with you.""Did she say what for? I only have so much time to spend with trainees.""No, she didn't, but she sounded upset."Hmmm...."How's my diary for this morning?""Your next meeting is scheduled for 11 am.""Fine. Get her in here now. If she's wasting my time, I'll send her out again with her ass on fire.""Yes, Mr Haswell." Francis' tone is amused.A few minutes later, there is a tap on my door: a very quiet tap."Come in."Charlotte enters, looking subdued. .... On your knees, James' cum dripping to your breasts....My balls tighten…Behave like a fucking professional, man. This girl may become your employee...."Good morning, Charlotte. What can I do for you?"Her voice is tight, her body language closed. "Mr Haswell, there's something I need to tell you."Hmmm.... I can guess where this is going........ But why would she wa
RichardCharlotte flashes me a surprised look, then her eyes drop to where I am plugging the flash drive into my laptop.Turning the screen to face her, I tap through to the flash directory: a single file, an MP4.The screen flicks alive and momentarily she frowns, then inhales, horror on her face....I can hardly blame her. The video is taken live at the auction. Charlotte, demurely dressed, but with a black leather collar circling her throat, stands on a podium. The view of her isn't the best; the shot taken through the heads of an assembled audience."Oh, God," she says…The view might not be perfect, but the audio is clear."Raise your head. At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting."Half an eye on the screen, with the other half I watch her, seated by me, her expression devastated.She doesn't look much better on the screen, close to tears.The auctioneer turns to her."Charlotte, it is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage
JamesAs the door closes, Haswell stands, checking that it is properly closed, then sits again, regarding me in silence, chin propped on his fingertips.Here we go....I sit, watching and waiting. The silence extends, and I begin to wonder...."So, James," he begins, "off-hand, I don't think the book of etiquette has anything to say on this conversation.... You bought yourself a virgin?"Haswell doesn't look angry, more bemused.Best to take the bull by the horns...."I did, yes. I didn't hurt her. I think you can see that. But if you want me to go, say so now. I'll not leave you in the lurch. I'll do everything I committed to for you, but I don't want to waste my time…He holds up a hand. "I didn't say that I want you to go, did I?""No, fair enough. You didn't."Where the hell do I go from here?"When did all this happen?" asks Haswell."Last summer."His mouth quirks. "Around the time you won the original contract with my company then?"Ah, fuck....Emb
JamesOnly a couple of minutes later, there is another knock on the door, a subdued tap."Come in, Miss Conners."Charlotte enters, looks apprehensively at Haswell, then at me, I think for reassurance. But I keep my expression as flat as Haswell's. Whatever game he's playing, it's his rules.Then her eyes flash to Jansen, her face suddenly furious....Must teach you to hide your emotions better than that, Jade....Jansen looks smug. "And here's our gutter rat.""Better gutter rat than sewer rat," she spits.That's my girl....But I keep my face straight.Haswell's voice is calm as he points to the seat next to mine. "Charlotte, sit down." She glares at Jansen but moves to take the seat. Then, as she passes Jansen, in mid-step, she spins, hand raised....Did he just try to feel her up…?I'm shocked by the sheer gall of the man, but this isn't the time. I snatch at her hand, grabbing her by the wrist, restraining her. "Charlotte, sit."She's not happy, fighti
MichaelJames drives us........ the three of us........ to the Haswell's' home........ and I'll admit, I'm nervous.James and Charlotte at least know Haswell. Not well, but they know him. I, on the other hand, have met him only briefly and that was not on a good occasion.He is a man of wealth, power and presence and Charlotte reacted to him as any woman still breathing is likely to react. James did not take that well….... and for that matter, neither did I….... Enough already....That is behind us. We have dealt with the incident and its consequences....But still, meeting the man himself and his wife is giving me pause for thought.He said something about Charlotte and her looking alike....I brush the thought away........ just in time for James to pull up the drive....Whoo.... hoo....So, this is how the other half live........ of a small but perfect country house."Wow!" says Charlotte. "What a gorgeous place."The original owner of the p
JamesMichael takes a moment before speaking, then, ".... All through your life, you've had everything thrust upon you. Even meeting James and me, you chose to enter the auction, but you did that out of necessity. I'd like to know what you want. Now that you are free to choose for yourself, what is it that you want?"And he falls silent, watching her, and waiting as she looks around at everything about us....And I wonder what she sees. With everything that life has thrown at her, the horrors of her childhood, the terrors of her adulthood, and now to be here, in this lovely place, with the home she always yearned for.And is that enough for her?She gestures around, hands trying to encompass it all. "What more could I want? We're all here, at last, together. I have you both. I have what I want."Yes!Result!Michael's eyes shift to mine....Definitely....She sees us, knows what is going on, and leans in to Michael as he kisses her. "I think I'm going to ask you to
Charlotte sits in the office facing Mr Chambers. He's middle-aged and pleasant enough, and clearly doing his best to make her feel at ease. Nonetheless, her embarrassment is excruciating and she can't look him in the face."Can I get you a cup of tea, Miss Conners? Or coffee perhaps?"Her throat tight. "No, thank you."If she tried to drink right now, she would bring it right back up again."Very well. I understand you would like to enter our auction for the sale of...." He picks up a sheet and reads.... 'The services of 'Charlotte' for the period of one week, those services to include anything required of her by her purchaser and also to include the sale of her virginity.' Is that correct?"She squeezes the word out. "Yes."He places the document on the table. "I should explain Miss Conners, that whilst you might find it easier to have a female representative to work with right now, here at the auction house we feel that a girl who cannot go through this interview with a m
RichardAt one of these interminable 'drinks dos' I am expected to attend, I do my best to put on a polite face. But I'm having trouble.I have the mayor on one side, "Since the plans were made public for the new City-Scape layout the share value has soared, Richard...."And my head of corporate law on the other. "There are still some legal obstacles to overcome...." argues Lazenby.I am unsympathetic. "That's what I pay you for."What I pay you a lot for........ So, stop whining and do your job.Listening to the mayor droning on, I nod politely, trying to appear interested but, in fact, my attention is half on the gathering at the other side of the room.As Charlotte and Elizabeth are chatting by the bar. Michael arrives, strolling across the lounge with that easy half-smile that is his habitual expression. Charlotte spots him and moves aside to make room for him."Hi, Michael." Elizabeth's eyes are bright as she looks up at him.He returns the smile. "Hi, Beth. L
Richard"But you've been running 'Life and Fitness' in the City for years.… and turning a healthy profit, surely?""Yes, but you know how it is since two thousand and seven. All the banks have tightened up the rules."Bloody bastards at the banks....Pretty perfect for me though....How to approach this…??James said he has a problem accepting help........ Carefully...."Ummm.…Take this the right way, but I'd be happy to help."Glass in hand, Michael freezes, knuckles. His voice is barely polite. "Thanks, Richard, but I'm not a charity."James' meets my eyes again with a 'Told you' look. He laughs softly. "Now, who's suffering from stiff-necked pride?" Michael gives him a look that should have dissolved him on the spot, but James simply gives him a mild look, sucking at his teeth as he tries to extract a bit of peanut.I follow Michael's lead, keeping my own tone cool. "It wasn't a charitable offer, Michael. I'm a businessman. It was a proposal."He flush
JamesAs we leave, Richard murmurs, "Keep your face straight.""You might have warned me....""What? That you were my ace-in-a-hole?" Despite his advice, Richard's mouth is twitching. "Not a chance. It worked out so much better that you were surprised when he finally realised who you are."I glance over my shoulder to see that we are safely out of range, then stop and turn to face him. "Richard, who am I? I'm an architect. A good architect granted, but...."He lays a hand on my shoulder. "You, my friend, are the architect who will have changed the face of the City. Not many can make that claim. Your immortality is going to be standing as evidence around us for generations to come."It's an interesting thought."I never expected to be famous."He rocks a hand back and forth. "Perhaps not with the Common Man, but I looked through those Get-Well cards at the hospital. Did you?""Er, no.""You should. I asked Michael to keep them for when you left the hospital; for when
JamesMy mobile rings: Richard."James, I was having a word with Charlotte earlier. She's a little upset that the university is kicking up a fuss over the way her course options are moving around. The training periods, academic time and so on. It was all supposed to be arranged, but apparently, they're giving her a hard time over it.""Yes, I thought something like this might crop up. Did you have something in mind?""Absolutely. I know where this is coming from. The Chancellor, Wilmore, is fine, but the Bursar is an interfering busybody with an inflated sense of self-worth, who pokes his nose into every aspect of university life, whether it belongs there or not. If he didn't have tenure he'd have been out years ago.""So…?""First, I like you to have a word with Charlotte...."*****The crook of my thumb and forefinger under her chin, I force her face to mine, "Charlotte, is it that you want to attend the university? Or that, in a couple of years' time, you simply want
James"So how did it go?"Michael prises the cap off a beer bottle on the edge of the table then gulps down from the neck before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "It was.... surreal."I'm up and about and able to walk now, at the level of using the bathroom without the intervention of a nurse. Nonetheless, Michael's return is an excuse for me to climb back into bed, take the weight from my aching leg and draw a surreptitious sigh, which he pretends not to notice.And I'm happy enough to be here. Back in the beach house, the environment is soothing and convinces me to sleep more than I could have done in the renovation/building site which is our mountain home, even were we able to return there.I prop myself up against the pillows and Michael reaches around, rearranging them for me. When I'm settled comfortably, "Go on. I'm listening.""Cutting a long story short, Klempner admitted to murdering Charlotte's father, seemed to have some kind of crisis over her looking
KlempnerJennifer's face....The loathing there when he says that....The idea that she might be anything to do with me........You're Conners' daughter........ Not mine…Blondie's still speaking… "And your final revenge on her was to steal the child, to force her to grow up into slavery herself.... To fit your idea of...."I claimed you........ Mine........ My due........ My redress....Blondie is still talking.... "And when you found she'd grown up to look like her mother, you became obsessed with it again, determined to have the daughter forced into a life that the mother had already told you repelled her...."And I remember the disgust in her eyes....My beautiful Mitch........ Looking at me like shit on a shoe...."Is she alive? Charlotte's mother?" Blondie asks.I can't stomach looking at him. "I've no idea. The police gave her a new identity, hid her from me. I couldn't find her, and I've not seen her for over twenty years. But if she's not s
KlempnerHer face twists...."You still don't want to believe me? She was very good at her job. Good enough that, at first, we didn't realise she was a professional. We thought she was just being.... friendly. And I'll admit, when I set eyes on her, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen...."..... Mitch's daughter....Blondie's knuckles on her shoulder whiten. ".... So did Frank. We took a room for the night and.... well, you know the script from there. You've had two guys together often enough I'm sure...."Her face sets. "So, what then?""She was fun to be with. Not just a good fuck, but actually good company. We both liked her. And she seemed to like us.... Really like us I mean, rather than just pretend to because that's part of the job description. In the morning, we took her number, and later, we called her back. It went from there. We'd meet up with her a couple of nights a week. It became regular. And then.…"Blondie breaks in, his voice low. "A