JamesHer long, lovely hair sways and brushes over my body, teasing nerves endings, tickling at my thighs and cock and, finally, raising a response.She cups me, rolling my balls in the palm of her hand.It's exquisite....And I simply lie, passive and accepting, letting my eyes close as my Jade loves me with her body.She rings my shaft between thumb and forefinger, gliding along my length then circling the head between thumb and forefinger, and at last, my arousal rises, glimmering through flesh and muscle, a warm glowing ember waiting to fan into flame.Her hand leaves me, my semi-erection cooling briefly, but warmth breath bathes me, and then her mouth covers me, taking me in.Winding spirals around the head with her tongue, she sucks gently, again with one hand gently rubbing my balls. Quivering under her as the tip of her tongue slides over me, I run fingers through her hair. I think I gasp....But........ I can't....My body responds no further. The warm pro
Bech/Corby"Good morning officer…?"Corby.""Officer Corby. And what can our firm do for the City Police?"Bech offers a photograph. "We're looking for this young woman. She goes by the name of Jennifer Bennett, among others. I understand your practice is representing her in her divorce."Vincenzo regards the man in front of him without favour. He glances briefly at the photograph then returns his attention to Officer Corby. He does not speak.And he finds he agrees with what the young Mr Bennett told him. There is something about the police officer he does not care for. Mr Vincenzo has served his clients for many years and his antennae are twitching.A cloud passes over Corby's face. "Is your firm representing this woman or not?"Vincenzo sits back in his seat, behind his desk. Made of some beautifully polished dark wood and topped by green leather embossed in gold filigree, it makes a wide barrier behind the two representatives of the Law. He does not invite Corby to
JamesAnd as I look at my Jade, I see the gloss to her eyes where she is trying to hold back tears.If it were reversed. If she had almost died for me, how would I be feeling?Jade....C'mon, be a man....I laugh, shrug and try to put the apology into my voice. "You're right of course, both of you. I'm sorry.""Master, the doctor said that it will take you a few months to properly heal. You'll be yourself again, but you do need to take it easy for a while."And you'll help me....Michael, arms folded, raises brows with a 'Told You' look about him.I feel foolish. "What do you suggest?""Just lie down, Master. Let me do the work. If you exercise every day, you'll soon be stronger, and then you can slap my butt to glowing any time you want...."And the farcical humour of it all finally reaches me, and I crack out laughing. "That's about the size of it, isn't it? Alright. You win. I'll lie down. I'm sure you can work your magic on me."Clamping down on the urge to
JamesMichael twists at a nipple, raising a howl from her. "That's a good sound," he says as her pussy clenches around me and a groan escapes me."I like that sound," says Michael. "What about you James?"Christ, yes...."Oh, I like that sound too.""Thought so. Let's hear more of it." He reaches down to the vee of her thighs, probing in with a couple of fingers, then levels his face with hers. "This is going to hurt.... Just thought you'd like to know that."He smiles wickedly at me, a mere moment's warning before his eyes drop to point at where he has her clit between forefinger and thumb....He pinches hard and she screams and bucks, taking me with her. "That's good...." mutters Michael. "That's what we want to hear. You, screaming. Let's see if we can improve on that, shall we." His wrist twists and this time she jerks, convulses and goes into orgasm.Riding me all the way, my shaft deep inside her as her cunt pulses and clenches around me, her hips ricochet one
The police station stinks of second-hand booze and disinfectant. A couple of drunks are hauled away in handcuffs while a woman in an overall mops up what they just deposited on the tiled floor. In the waiting area, a man in a three-piece-suit flicks through notes and files, checking his watch impatiently. A girl with cheap clothes and a black-eye tries to control the screaming baby she looks barely old enough to call her own.Thin-faced and with pale flat eyes and nondescript sandy hair, the police officer looks bored and pissed off.Natalie is bored and pissed off."When can I go? I've got a living to earn you know.""Don't we all, Natalie. You know the routine." The police officer picks up a clipboard, riffling through the pages. "You can go when we've settled this, not before." He finds the sheet he is looking for, pins it open with an elastic band, then sits, pencil poised. "He says you stole his wallet."The girl slumps in her seat, pouting. "Did not.""He says you did
James"So would I. Bear with me. I may be able to do something about it." Then, glancing down at the laptop. "I keep pretending to do some work but really I'm just staring at the sea."He looks at me longwise. "Something bothering you?"I stare up to where thin waves of cloud shimmer copper and mauve around the setting sun. The sea below ripples gold and bronze. "You never told me I'd died."He gives me a sharp look. "Who…?""Richard told me...."He nods, sucking his teeth. "Ah…""Why didn't you?"Michael stands, pacing around the terrace. "Mmmm, I wasn't sure you would be any better for the knowledge." He leans on the balustrade, staring out to the horizon. "Fancy a drink?""Why not?"He vanishes into the house, reappearing a minute or so later with a couple of brandies. As I take mine, I realise that I don't really want it, but I sip it for good manners' sake. And we sit in companionable silence, watching the sun go down, huge as it kisses the horizon.After a w
Charlotte works her way through the public bathrooms on the third floor.Wheeling her trolley of cloths and wipes and cleaners into the men's washroom, she wipes and polishes the basins, sprays, disinfects and polishes WC's and urinals.The door from the corridor swings open, a man stepping into."Oh, excuse me." Charlotte makes to leave.He waves her off. "Oh, don't worry, Honey. It doesn't bother me." And he proceeds to unzip and use the nearest urinal.Face flaming, Charlotte steps out.It bothers me....And as she waits in the corridor, she sees the woman again, entering the bar. She slips something to the barman....Money?.... then takes her seat again.'Urinal man' exits the washroom and saunters off, and Charlotte resumes her cleaning.When she comes out again, the woman is still there, smoothing back her hair and delivering a skilled eye-fucking to a fat, elderly man wearing a chunky gold chain at his neck and a trendy designer jacket too young, and for t
JamesShe stirs her food around her plate, shoving it from one side to the other. None of it goes into her mouth.When Charlotte doesn't knock back her food like it's going out of fashion, there's something wrong.Then I see Michael watching her too. His eyes meet mine and his head tilts."Come on, spit it out," he says.She startles, then drops her face, looking guilty."We can both see something's bothering you," I comment. "Get it over with and tell us.""I want to go and see Klempner."Michael jerks his head back and our eyes meet again.I lean forward, chin and face propped against my fingers. Michael raises warding fingers to me, then leans back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. "Go on. We're listening."There is tension in her voice....Expecting trouble....?"He can tell me about my mother. He can help me find her.""And.... you think he's likely to do that?" His voice is neutral. His eyes flat."What's to lose?" she says. "If he won't hel
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