MichaelBorje, Daniel and Gordon, picking themselves up from the floor, shower down, dress and depart, Daniel, I note, giving Charlotte a long look as he leaves.Did James see that?I don't think so....Should I say something?Mmmm....The fire's blazing and it's the most natural thing in the world to settle down together. Charlotte, now bathed and looking less as though she has travelled a war zone, nestles against me. She smells clean and fresh and having her warmth against me is the sweetest thing in the world.James walks in with a tray bearing a bottle and three glasses. "You might check your bank balance tomorrow," he says to Charlotte. "They were all very appreciative and said that they will be happy to contribute to your College Fund anytime you are in town.""That's good to know, Master," she replies. The tone of her voice is fine but snuggled against me, her body tenses. "And thank you for arranging it, but you do understand that that is not why I do it?""O
MichaelThey make a handsome couple as they enter the restaurant. Charlotte is by no means short for a woman, five feet eight or nine, but she still looks up to him. Michael doesn't often dress formally, but when he does wear a suit, he carries it well. Some heavily-built men can't carry a suit properly, but Michael wears his with ease and she looks good on his arm.I walk slightly apart from them, to the outside world, a family friend perhaps.*****Back in the apartment, Charlotte hovers, her gaze flicking between the two of us. Michael holds out his hand to her and I follow his lead. Her expression mesmerised, together, we lead her into the mirrored room.Michael pulls her towards himself, turning her a little so that I stand behind her, he before her.He strokes her face. "You're so beautiful," he says, "But there are many beautiful women. I know there's more to you than that."Interesting thing to say....Am I missing something?I think I am....She sighs, turn
JamesI enter the lobby of Haswell building, heading across to the Concierge, a pretty blond girl, whose name tag declares her to be 'Cara' and who sort-of-knows-me from my numerous visits here. But as I cross the floor, a man, a stranger to me, stands from the reception seating, holding out his hand to shake."Mr Alexanders? Ah, good morning. I am Duncan Brady. Thank you for coming in. I was asked to meet you here." "I was expecting to see Bob Moran?""You were, but we've had a bit of a hitch and Mr Haswell asked me to meet you instead. I'm to take you up to his office."Haswell? Wants to talk to me?"Mr Haswell? Richard Haswell? The CEO?""That's right. He'd like a chat with you."Brady ushers me to the elevator and instead of going to one of the conference rooms where I was to have my meeting with Bob Moran, the Technical Director; I am taken to the Fifth Floor, the Directors' level.A pleasant looking woman at a desk waves us through. "He says to go straight in,
JamesAnd the weeks pass."Any plans then, for this next visit?" asks Michael."Yes, I thought we might stretch her a bit more, test her limits."He looks at me askance. "What does that mean?""I thought we could take her to the Club."He sniffs, rubbing his chin. "You think that's wise? That she's ready for it?""I'm not sure. But we can try it. Don't you miss the clubs? I thought you would like the idea?""I like the idea of the clubs with her, but only if she's comfortable with it.""She's been with plenty of others while we've known her. She's always enjoyed it, revelled in it almost. Why should the Club be any different?"He thinks for a moment. "It is a different environment. She might not feel safe.""You and I would be there."Michael nods but doesn't look convinced. "It's important that she feels safe."*****And she's here again....Charlotte kneels for me. I didn't ask her to or even try to play her into doing it. But as I sat in my armchair, sh
James".... You keep returning to me, Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you...." The dress falls, to puddle at her feet in a glitter of black. "You kneel at my feet, and you call me 'Master'."I hold her, naked, kissing her again, on her cheek. "How do you think that makes me feel?"Should I show her? Let her see it in me?.... No, not yet...."Master?"And from the lounge, there is the click of a lock, the clunk of a door, footsteps........ At last.... Michael...."James? Charlotte?""In here, Michael."Her head turns. As the footsteps approach, I stand, still holding her at the waist, stroking her, as we watch our mutual reflections. And as Michael steps into the room, his eyes meeting mine, full of question, her face lights up."Change of plan, Michael," I say. "We won't be going out this evening." At the vee of her thighs, I have my fingers in her warm moist curls, so vivid in the reflection against her Celtic skin.
JamesFor the Club, she wears the dress I bought her."Good choice on that dress," mutters Michael. "Didn't know you had it in you.""Thanks." My tone dry, "I used a professional shopper."He grins. "That explains it then." He glances around at the heads turning in her direction. "Doesn't it make you feel kind of privileged? She looks fuckin' spectacular.""Yes, she does. But as you said, let's make sure she stays feeling safe.""Of course." He looks around again. "They might want her…" He head-points a group of young wolves propping up the bar, "but they've got to get past us.""She seems relaxed enough anyway...."He nods."Want to look around, Charlotte?" I say. "We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer.""I'll look around myself, Master.""Fine, Michael and I will be over here by the bar."She ambles off, wandering at random. Michael and I join old acquaintances at the bar who we have not now seen for several months. Chloe's he
JamesI position myself to see her face, leaning back against the wall. James, flogger in hand, trailing it over her skin, bends close by her, speaking quietly, her face pressed sidelong against the padding. She nods, and as he stands again, he mouthes silently to me...."Yellow and Red.".... Her safe words.... Standard enough....The flogger James has chosen is very much of the style he prefers. The tresses are very soft, with a suede-like texture. I've seen him stroke many a woman close to climax simply by trailing her skin with such tails, playing with her nerve-endings, until the last moment anyway.And he does this now with Charlotte, drawing the tails over her spine in a slow velvet touch that sends a frisson rippling through her.Her lips are parted, her panting rapid, but her eyes are sharp and aware, and as James flicks at her thighs, she swallows hard, meeting my gaze for a moment.And now he kisses her ass with the lash; again softly, enough to stir, not to st
Michael"So where do we go from here?"How do you mean?" James looks up from his laptop."It was your question as I recall. With Charlotte.... Where do we go from here?"James heaves a sigh. "Well, the cat's out of the bag. She knows that it's both of us and we're serious enough to have changed our lifestyle over her...." He stands, pacing the room. "Still.... Marcie and her big mouth may have worked for us.""How? I thought the idea with Charlotte was not to weird her out? With the idea of an established threesome...."He shrugs. "Well, yes, that was what I was thinking, but this way it's broken the ice without it sounding like you and me trying to put pressure on her. Whatever she thinks now, it's all her own thoughts, not ours.""What do you think she's thinking?""How would I know? You're supposed to be the empathic one. If you want to know, why don't you ask her? She's back again in a few days."I laugh. "Ever the pragmatist.""Michael, I'm an engineer. Almost
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