"Sir, I've found her.""Found her? Found who?""The little bird that flew the nest.""Really? Well done, Bech." The answering smile is unpleasant. "And how is our Jennifer? And where is she? Did she run far?""No, sir. She's here, right under our noses, in the City."The tall figure turns, brows raised. "Is that so? How did you find her?""She's turned up in the police files in connection with the Blessingmoors investigation. The authorities want to interview her.""That could be awkward...." The tall man rubs his chin. "How did they find her? Caught shoplifting again?""I don't think so, sir. I don't have all the facts yet, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible.""You're right, Bech. Thank you. Good work. Let me know as soon as you have anything else at all.""Yes, sir."*****JAMES"This is the address." I ring the bell, then again, a few seconds later.A scuffle of movement and the door cracks open, a pretty blond girl looking out."W
JamesIt's a bit busy around here, isn't it?" I say. "How about we go out somewhere? A restaurant perhaps? That is, if you've not yet eaten, Charlotte?"She smiles, "No, I've not eaten. And yes, I'd love to go out with you both. It's been so long...."Tell me about it....".... I know it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.""And if we're not interrupting anything important." I point to the open folder. "We did choose Friday night, hoping you would be free?"She shakes her head vigorously. "Oh, no. That's fine. I have until Wednesday to hand the work in.""You're not going out anywhere with the other students?""No, I don't really go out. I'm here to work."Only here to work?Don't you have any friends, Jade-Eyes?Then I think of Marie upstairs....Mmmm....Michael doesn't look any happier.I think we can put a smile on your face, Jade....I take her hand, kiss the fingers. "Good. And later, a hotel room perhaps? We thought you might like to
JamesThis is the three of us, for the first time in weeks, together again. Charlotte stands between us, her expression a little glazed, lips parted. I reel her in tight at the waist, fasten my mouth over hers. She smells sweet and tastes better, a quiver running through her as we kiss.Michael, now behind her, strokes her shoulders, her hair, then pushes her scented tresses to one side. There is the slight clicking of her dress zipper. As he slides it down, the dress falls open and to the floor.Her perfume is more powerful now, partly some expensive fragrance I think, but mainly it's her, the scent of her skin, her arousal. Michael nibbles at her, over the curve of her neck, at the delicate skin behind the ear to the hairline. Her face swings up and back, and she warbles her song as she reaches for him with her mouth.Unusually for her, Charlotte was wearing no bra and now stands only in her panties. I slide down her body, her breasts swinging full and loose by my mouth as I
JamesMichael's testing her. I'm not sure why. She couldn't be readier for him. Or perhaps he's just teasing her. But he probes into her, just a short distance I think. Charlotte's thighs ripple and tense, the line of her muscles gleaming. She's well presented for him, still with the pillow raising her, and I know that in a minute she's going to get the lot.He builds a rhythm, a slow thrusting that gradually hilts him before withdrawing again completely. I entertain myself with her nipples, nipping hard at the rock-hard nubs to make her squawk. Each time she hollers, I see Michael hesitating, hanging on to his control, his eyes occasionally rolling up to mine with a Fine, but fuck off kind of look....Yeah.... Right….... which of course only encourages me. I step up the action, pinching harder, enjoying the jolt to my groin as her squeals grow louder with each pinch....He's pounding her now, spearing in and her squeals are becoming shrieks. He meets my eyes again and I nod
James"Charlotte! Charlotte! Wake up." I sit up, holding her at the shoulders, trying to rouse her from her nightmare. Tossing and crying in her sleep, she struggles to escape."It's dark," she whimpers."Turn the lights on, Michael. For fuck's sake, turn them on!"A light snaps on to reveal the tear-streaked face of my auburn beauty. I wrap my arms around her. "Shhh… You're safe. You're safe. I'm here. Michael's here. Nothing's going to hurt you."She's trying to wipe her face dry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.... I was back there...." As I hold her close, her heart is hammering, her breathing punctuated by sobs.My eyes meet with Michael's.Is this happening often?"How about some hot milk? Or cocoa maybe? You stay with Michael. I'll go order from room service. No, I'll go downstairs myself. It will be faster."I pass her across to him, then snag a robe to go down to the hotel kitchens.The concierge gives me a sour look, asking her for service in the wee small hours....
JamesAs it passes, I lie atop her, panting as she strokes my hair and shoulders, then kisses my cheek. My heart slowing and my breathing returning to normal, I roll to one side, then pat the sheets for her to lie alongside me. "I feel like some fucking fourteen-year-old who's discovering that his balls aren't just ornaments anymore."She bursts out laughing. "Master, you can fuck me five times a day over this weekend if you want to."He came. He saw. He came again...."Less of the mirth from you, Madam. You have your other lover to satisfy as well. Do you want to spend the whole of the weekend with your knees in different time zones?""On which subject," comes a voice, "Move over. There's room for another in that bed." Michael stands there, leaning against the bathroom door, his hair still damp from the shower, good humour writ large.Oh, God… How much of that did he hear?As I settle beside her, "How long have you been there?" He cocks a brow at me. "Long enough to k
James"Charlotte… Charlotte!"This time it is Michael shaking her awake. She sits up in the half-light of the lamp we left switched on by the bed.Jeez.... How are we going to deal with this…?She's going through hell every time she sleeps....Michael's holding her, murmuring quietly to her. I fetch the flask of hot chocolate I had pre-prepared........ Just in case....As I pour three cups, I'm glad I thought to do it.She doesn't say much, simply sips half her drink and drops off to sleep again. I spoon around her, holding her as she sleeps.*****I wake."What are you looking at?" It's Charlotte's voice. She's still in my embrace, but it's not me she's speaking to.Michael's voice, "You, asleep. I'm enjoying having you near."Michael is already dressed, sitting in an armchair next to the bed with a pot of what looks like strong black coffee. He smiles at her, reaching out to take her hand, stroking the fingers."I've got to go back this morning you know,"
JamesA moment later and the sound of the front door, then Ross' voice. "I'll put the car away, Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell is in the lounge with Mr Alexanders.""James is here?""Yes, Mr Haswell. He arrived about twenty minutes ago. Mrs Haswell has asked me to set an extra place for dinner.""Excellent." He sounds cheerful........ Good to know I'm welcome....Richard enters, tossing his briefcase onto the settee. Beth navigates him into the chair opposite mine by the fire, where he flops down with a sigh. A minute later and she is pressing a brandy glass into his hand and topping up mine.Better not have too much........ Still got to drive....Beth stays close by, taking a seat set back a little from the two of us. She has a way of fading into the background when she wants to...."Good evening." He swirls the brandy in its glass, sipping at it, then letting it hang loosely in his hand by the heat of the flames. "I'm glad you're here, James," he says. "How's Charlotte