MichaelJames releases her, scooping her up as she totters, to deposit her on the bed next to me, then pours her a glass of wine."Relax, Girl," he says. "You've had enough for one day."She looks high, spaced out almost, as she swallows at the wine."Thank you, Master. Yes, I've had enough for one day, but I enjoyed it. It was marvellous." She swings around to me. "And thank you, too. That was wonderful."I have to swallow hard as emotion runs riot through me…Oh, Babe.... you're lovely....Lying here on the bed feels so natural, speech so unnecessary. We settle in a loosely bound group, Charlotte resting into the crook of James' arm, me leaning against her. In the flicker and gleam of the candlelight, the wine is ruby in the glasses, the room warm and the scent of the woman next to me evocative.Don't get ideas.... She'll be gone in a few days........ Perhaps she'll stay....Don't be a fool, Man.... For her, you're a stranger that's fucked her....My reverie is
JamesBuzz and Eliot step forward, each taking her by an arm, leading her to a seat. Her head swings uncertainly as they do so........ Worried that it's not me and Michael?.... We're not far away........ but she sits, accepting the cognac being pressed into her hand.Michael is looking around the group. "Ten!" he hisses at me. "Ten of them? What the fuck are you expecting of her?".... Calm him down........ His instinct is always to over-protect...."I'm expecting that she is going to rise to the challenge, probably enjoy herself because, as we have both learned, she loves to fuck, and in the process, she will earn herself a great deal of money.""How many women can handle ten?" Michael's voice is low, but demanding, insistent. He's not happy with me. "Even seasoned players would hesitate at that, and she's....".... Have I overdone it…?".... She's going to be fine," I finish for him. "And you and I are close by to make sure things don't get out of hand. Besi
JamesAnd as the skirt comes away, it is very clear that she's fine........ Might as well not have bothered with the panties...."Jeez…" mutters Michael. "She's soaked. Look!" says some other voice, loudly reverberating around the room.I told her to wear red silk panties, mainly because I thought they suited her, but now the brilliant scarlet fabric is stained dark all around the crotch…".... that must be really uncomfortable," comments Michael."Still think you've got anything to worry about?"He shrugs, looking bemused. "Not right now, no. She's seriously aroused...."Whoever the other speaker was, he's being shushed by everyone. They're enjoying the view. Billy is standing back to display her to them. Now only in stockings, a heavy collar-type necklace at her throat and the useless panties, with the X-cross displaying her in best 'fuck-me' stance..... I'm gonna fuck you 'til you shriek in a while....He's fingering her, his hand slipped inside her crotch,
MichaelAnd they're on her, stepping in to take my place. James, his cock still in her mouth meets my eyes as Jed pushes into her. He's big anyway, but the show has left him throbbing and huge.He's not hanging around. "Now then, Little Girl," he says, positioning himself. "Let's see how you handle a really big one."She reacts as he enters her, groaning and flexing against him. His shaft is huge. It's got to be stretching her."Lots of girls can't take me," he says, "but I bet you can. That pussy of yours is just dripping."I'm trying to catch James' eye, but he's watching Charlotte gasping, her lips wrapped around his shaft. But she's not unhappy. Quite the opposite, as Jed thrusts into her, she's swinging back to meet him."Oh yes, very nice." He smiles down at her. "My compliments, Little Girl. A very fuckable cunt you've got there." He's pumping her, slowly, looking at her from behind, his eyes ranging over her body. "Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man...
MichaelIn the car, I lie her on the back seat where, so far as I can see, she immediately falls asleep, so I clip both rear seat belts around her and angle myself to watch her from the front.James gets in, stuffing something into his pocket.'What's that?""Her cash.""Her cash?""You heard, 'The Pot goes to the Lady', plus what they each paid to attend.""Are you planning on making a habit of this? She's not a pro."He side-glances me. "I'm planning on giving her exactly what she wants; eye-watering sex and a college education."The drive back to the apartment is without incident; Charlotte sleeps right through it, only barely rousing as I carry her out to the elevator. The attendant raises an eyebrow at us, a pair of strange men accompanying a young woman, half-asleep and wrapped in a blanket. She must look like a victim of assault. But he relaxes as she leans into James' embrace, murmuring something sleepy, and he holds her upright against himself, looking down a
MichaelObediently, she lies between us....I wish you wanted to do this, rather than just doing as you're told...."Take off your wrap, Charlotte," says James. "We would both like to look at you."She sits up again, removes the light robe she was wearing and then, naked, lies between us once more.The same thought keeps echoing around my head....You're so beautiful....James rolls onto his side, watching her, stroking her stomach. I stoop to kiss her breast, take a nipple between my lips. Already, my balls are tightening, my cock giving an interested twitch."What did you mean?" she says. "My other virginity?"You really don't know?Or perhaps you thought I didn't mean it........ Oh, but I did....James' eyes meet mine. Seemingly casual, he sits up........ waiting.…"I was hoping you were going to ask that," I say. "Let me show you."Will she be okay? They pounded her between them....".... Are you alright with this? You took quite a lot last night."
Michael"You've done this before?" she asks."I have indeed. I'm actually a trained masseur and I'm rather conscious that we've asked a lot of you over the last few days. So now it's your turn. Relax. I'll ask you to lie on your stomach in a bit, but right now, enjoy your wine."She is relaxing, and as I work my way up her legs, her muscles loosen under my attentions. The alcohol's helping, and her smile is looking a bit hazy........ Too much wine…?.... I don't think so.... It'll do her good....She is quite stressed, her body tight and tender in spots, and she winces sometimes as I go through my routine."Take it easy, Girl. I'm going to work these knots out of you."She leans back, still sipping her wine, but now I see her eyes roaming........ Over me.... Over my body........ Is she checking me out…?.... Yes, she is....I suppress a smile.My hands on her thighs, working her iliopsoas........ Mmmm, she's got some back trouble coming if that's not sor
JamesI follow them through to the bedroom, wanting to watch them together, to enjoy the show….... to distract myself from what just happened........ taken aback by my own reaction....When she dropped to her knees for me, it felt like real Submission, not simple obedience........ Don't fall for her, Man........ Soon she'll be gone....The two are on the bed together, enjoying each other; at least Michael is enjoying her, and she looks to be relishing every moment as he softly fucks her.But then I watch more closely. My cock's twitching as I watch them, but I gradually realise that....You're not just fucking her, are you....?He's working for her, not himself....Revolving his hips, arching under and up, he thrusts, aiming at her g-spot with his cock....…Now that's not easy.... .... and with each stroke, she moans and shudders....Michael withdraws, lies alongside her, an arm across her chest, one hand in a breast thumbing a nipple to hardness. As it
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