by Simone Leigh
“I was always a little surprised, Beth” says my Master, “That with such a similarity between the two of you, that you didn’t ask your family if there might be a connection?”
Beth blushes. “Actually, I did. They were a bit close-mouthed, but eventually I got it that my grandfather’s brother, George, had a bit of a reputation for, er….”
“Climbing back-yard fences and bedroom windows?” suggests Michael, with raised brows and a winsome smile
“Er, yes,” she chuckles. “Something like that. No-one really wanted to talk about it very much. There was a bit of a conspiracy of silence.”
The three men burst out laughing. I feel a little indignant. “So, you thought I might be your er.…”
“Second cousin…” interrupts my Master.
“Yes.… illegitimate second cousin? And you didn’t say anything?”
She shrugs. “Well I had no proof except that everyone says we look alike. Having those papers changes everything. I can ask my family properly now.”
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Michael
Charlotte looks depressed. Chin resting on folded hands, she stares out of the window.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I should have been going back to University in a few days. Here we are, camping in a hotel…. I can’t go back to college. We can’t go home. You can’t even go back to work on either the house or your fitness centre…. and….”
I wrap my arms around her. “It’ll all work out. You’ll see. And the house, the University and the Centre aren’t going anywhere…”
Richard interrupts. “Don’t fret about your studies, Charlotte. I’ve dealt with that on your behalf.”
“You have?”
“Beth told me about the conversation you had a few weeks ago. Your academic work has to be interspersed anyway, with industrial and commercial training for your qualifications. We’re shifting the order around so that you do a lot of the non-academic work now, and over the next few months.”
“And how do I get industrial training locked in a hotel room?”
“You don’t, but you also have to cover basic accountancy, company and commercial law and similar. You can do those from here.”
“Aaahhhh....” Her eyes roll.
“You’ve a problem with that?” I ask.
“Mmmm…. Hadn’t thought that things like accountancy were included.”
“It depends what you want to do.” says Richard. “If you end up working with a large corporation, such as mine, then you need to grasp at least the basics, so that you understand the implications of your own decisions. And if you run your own company, then you certainly need to understand the bottom line; how to read a set of accounts, a balance sheet, how to interpret a profit and loss account.”
Charlotte looks as though she’s sucked a lemon.
Richard continues. “You will find it is very common for successful businesses to be jointly headed by the ‘money man’ and the ‘technical man’. My own background is in finance. Which is why I took on James as my co-director. His expertise is on the technical and engineering side of things. But if you learn at least the fundamentals of the accounting and finance side of things, you will be stronger, and less dependent, for it in the future.”
She sighs. “Fair enough. Where do I start?”
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Later, when we are alone, “It’s very good of you, Richard, to put yourself out like this on Charlotte’s behalf. I appreciate that it’s in thanks for what she did for Beth, but nonetheless…”
Raising his brows. “Don’t be fooled, Michael. Yes, it’s partly in thanks. She craves education and training. I’ll see that she gets it. But, I don’t have to bring her into my company as a thank you. It’s mainly a cold commercial decision on my part.”
“Sorry, not with you?”
“Sooner or later, I want her on my Board.”
?
“On your Board?”
“She’s got intelligence, looks, a driving personality, and balls of solid rock. What more could I ask? Once she’s trained up, and actually knows what she’s doing, she’ll be a power to be reckoned with.” He rubs his hands, almost gleefully. “Let’s see the other shareholders stand in her way when she decides she wants something…” Then he sniffs. “On the whole, I want her working with and for me, not someone else…”
Despite myself, I smile at this. “I take your point, but suppose she doesn’t want to follow that path? Wants to do something else?”
“Such as?”
“She might want to have a family, children.”
He cocks a speculative eyebrow at me. “Well, you’re the one marrying her…. Still, families grow up, and I suspect you may find that the adventure of family life will never be enough for that one…. She’s spent her whole life living on the edge. I’m not sure she’s capable of dropping to the same gear most people live in.”
Is he right?
It’s a dismal thought. Can I make Charlotte happy?
Richard looks at me sympathetically. “Michael, you said it to me yourself, and, at the time I ignored you. If you try to cage her, she won’t stay caged. You might bear that in mind.”
Arms folded, I stare at the ground. “Mmmm… you’re giving me food for thought.”
Cocking his head, he grins and leaves.
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Lying on the settee, Charlotte’s head rests very comfortably on my lap. It’s wonderful, feeling that everything is back to normal between us. There’s stuff that needs sorting out, all kinds of problems, but it’s not about us. Despite everything, life couldn’t be better. My sky is blue and the sun is shining.
She’s reading a book, and clearly hating every moment of it. It’s on the basics of accountancy, and every so often she emits a small sigh. Also, I see her fingers moving, as though, running through figures in her head, her fingers are helping with the counting.
I’m holding a book myself, a light novel, but making no pretence of reading it.
In the armchair opposite us, James has been listening, eyes closed, to some piece of soft classical music, but his glance slides sideways to Charlotte, then up to me. One eyebrow raises speculatively.
I’m more than willing.
“Charlotte, how about a break?”
The book drops instantly, her head tipping back to meet me. “Sounds good. What did you have in mind?”
I eye-point her sideways. “I believe your Master is trying to attract your attention.”
Her body slides back against mine, stiffening and stretching as she looks his way. James slowly rises from his chair, moving to stand over her, gazing down.
“I believe, looking at him….” I murmur into her ear, “…. that your Master would like you to suck him off. And that he wants to cream into your mouth.”
Her breath hitches. She doesn’t speak, but her chest is heaving, and for a moment her face swings back towards me in question.
“Me? Oh, I’ll think I’ll get on top off you; push my cock inside and fuck you hard. Make you scream a bit.”
Wrapping fingers into her long, red locks, I hold her head, controlling her movement, steering her towards James. He smiles as he sees what I am doing, unzipping himself, pulling out his shaft, so that it stands, already hard, waiting for her. From my sideways position, I can see her expression: a little-girl-lost mixture of devotion, lust, and adoration of James.
Come on Babe. Let’s see you get really worked up….
“Your Master wants your mouth wrapped around his cock.” I say, loud enough for him to hear too. “Open up.”
Breath shuddering, she parts her lips, and I angle her face to take him as James pushes his cock-head at her lips.
“Lick.” I instruct. “Get your tongue around him. And then we both want to see you taking him well in.”
She mouths and licks at him, bringing up her hands to unbelt his pants. There’s a tang to the air. She’s wet already; the scent of her
pussy pungent and sweet, and my own cock twitches in response.
Yeah… I’m gonna shaft you, then spill in there….
James eases in and out, between her lips, and my balls tighten. I love watching myself face-fuck her, and this is almost as good. He’s streaming pre-cum, which she laps at, swiping it from the slit, where it trails in glutinous strands. He pulls free of her to wipe it, with his cock, glistening, over her lips.
“Clean your lips.” I say. “Lick them clean. You mustn’t have dirty lips when you are sucking off your Master.”
She glances sideways at me, wiping her tongue over her mouth. “No, pay attention to what you are doing. Look up at James. He notices if you let your attention wander.”
She gazes back up at him, eyes wide, enraptured.
Abruptly, he stands back, arms akimbo, still staring down, his lips twitching in a half-smile.
Still gripping her hair, twisting tight, “Stand up. Your Master wants you naked.” Rising with her, she pants loudly, rapidly, as I pull her upright by her hair.
She starts to unbutton her blouse, but I interrupt her. “Did I tell you to move?”
From behind her, I unfasten the blouse, all but ripping it off her. Equally roughly, I take off her bra, then cup her tits, lifting and squeezing them, displaying her to James. He stoops to take one in his mouth, and non-too-gently, teethes at the nipples. She yelps, but another wave of scent tells me her pussy is flooding, and she is enjoying this just as much as we.
James chews at her breasts, wringing moans from her, and she shivers as I unzip her skirt, pulling it down, together with her panties. “Step.” I instruct. I toss the clothes to one side. then again, with each of her sandals, ‘Step’. She obeys, to stand naked and quivering between us, her thighs visibly glistening with her own juices.
Again meeting eyes with James, together we strip off our clothes. I am already erect; he even more so. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her rearwards onto the couch, to sit cradled back against me
James, kneeling, roughly pushes her knees apart. He doesn’t bother testing her. We can both scent her arousal; she’s sopping. Shoving his palm flat against her chest, pushing her back against me, he jams two fingers, hard, inside her. She moans and bucks, arms flailing, and I grab her at the wrists, pinning her. As James finger-fucks her, she writhes and struggles in my arms, but cannot move.
Again, James’ glance, kneeling back on his haunches. Sliding back and down with her in my arms, I whisper to her. “Spread yourself properly. Your Master wants to taste your cunt.”
Moaning, she spreads her legs wide, but James, holding her under the legs, lifts and swings her back onto me, and I finish the movement, seizing her under the knees, bending her, all but doubled-back on herself, thighs pressing against her own chest, pussy spread and displayed to James.
Panting violently, “Oh God, fuck me. Please, one of you fuck me.”
Balls tight, and cock twitching, I reply, “All in good time. You know who is your Master here, and he decides when you may be fucked.”
James says nothing, but smiles down at her, running a finger over her bright red slit. She twitches and jumps as her circles her clit, then delving in, stretches circles inside her. Her hips are shuddering, her heart hammering through her chest, and through to me.
James pushes a finger inside her, and she moans and jerks. Then stooping, carefully, and touching no other part of her, he thumbs back the sheath, and wraps his lips around her pink, erect clit, sucking gently.
She yells and jerks, pitching and thrusting against me, all but breaking free of my grasp, but I renew my hold on her, pinning her immobile.
With his tongue-tip, he winds his way along and through the length of her vulva, from cunt to clit, and back again. Using fingers to spread her open, he probes and licks at her. She’s flooding, and his face is wet with her juices as he delves into her with his tongue, wiping her out inside, then weaves upwards again to lap at her clit.
“Please.” she says, pleading. “Please, get inside me. I need to come.”
“Not yet.” says James, breaking away momentarily, and stooping, fastens his mouth over her cunt.
And now, she screams, her whole body in spasm as James sucks her out, tonguing her inside.
“Oh God. Oh God. I can’t….” and for a moment, she goes still. I feel her tension, her body poised against mine, bound in my embrace, straining against me. And then her orgasm breaks loose.
I wonder sometimes, what orgasm feels like to a woman. Certainly, it looks as though takes the whole body. Charlotte howls her climax, straining against my grip on her, almost battling against me. Her belly pulses against my hand, and her fingernails bite into my skin. James tightens his grip on her spread thighs, his face pressed hard into her cunt.
Finally, she screams “Enough! Enough! I can’t stand anymore.”
Instantly, he retires, wiping his face, but now, repositioning himself, plunges his cock, full length inside her. There’s no hesitation, no testing her. She’s as open as it is possible for a woman to be, and he hilts himself, hard, into her. Our position is slightly awkward, but he rests his hands for balance on the settee-back, leaning over the two of us, as he fucks her.
He’s not gentle, ramming home as she squeals and wails under him. And he is close to climax himself. He watches as he penetrates her, studies his cock moving in and out, glistening with her honey, her thighs flushed and wet, and her red curls soaked. His own breathing is rapid, face and chest sweating and his dark eyes, all but black with hugely dilated pupils.
Groaning, he presses home, grinding as he pumps into her. Head dropped to his chest, eyes squeezed shut, he grunts and then, with a gasp, withdraws, waving at me to take over as he seats himself back in his armchair.
“Charlotte, on the bed, on your back.”
Flushed and sweating, she obeys me, walking through to the bedroom, then lies down on the bed to gaze up at me, hips swung upwards, knees a little akimbo. I am cock-twitchingly, ball-tighteningly, ready to come, and I’ll not hold on more than a minute or so.
Standing beside her, looking down. “So,” I say, “Do you want me to shoot in your cunt, or your mouth?”
Again, in silence, she smiles with her eyes, opening her mouth, parting her lips in that inviting cherry-coloured ‘O’, that just begs me to shove myself deep inside.
I’d love to…. Would she like it? Could she take it?
“How are you feeling? Want to try something? I’d love to deep-throat you, but I’ll not do it if you don’t want.”
Still, she doesn’t speak, but she tilts her head a little more, parts her lips a little further. James, who has followed us, disappears from the room, returning a minute later with a jug of water and a glass. Sitting on the bed beside her, he strokes her face, holding her hand.
I say, “Charlotte, move so that you overhang the bed. Let your head drop back.”
Stranding by her, cock-head poised by her over-hanging face. “If this is too much, you bang the bed with your hand, or squeeze James’ hand, and I’ll pull out right away. Yes?”
She stretches her neck, reaching for my cock, which oozes over her mouth as I push inwards. James positions himself to watch her face, as best he can from where I press close to her.
Easing forwards, I rock, sliding in and out, gradually, slowly, a little deeper every time. She seems okay. I glance at James, who has a better view of her than I do. He is watchful, but seems unconcerned.
You okay, Babe?
I think so, yes.
It feels great….
At first, she works my cock head with her tongue and lips, but then, as gradually I work deeper, she simply takes me. Pushing at the back of her throat, I am acutely conscious, that perhaps now, she might be uncomfortable, might gag.
But she doesn’t.
“Just relax….”
Oh God, but she feels good. Penetrating further, as I squeeze into her throat, it tightens on my cock-head. And now, her tongue massages my shaft.
Ooohhhh…… wow…….
It is utterly, indescribable….
I’d like to extend the moment, but I’m already poised to come, my balls tight with pressure. Seeing myself, pushed inside her, my groin pushed against her face, cock sheathed in her mouth, it’s too much.
Pulsing, I spill into her throat, shooting my full load deep inside. It’s so tight, so good. And, groaning, I shoot once, twice, and then a third time into her before it is too much and, with a gasp, I pull away.
As my head clears, she’s not moved. “Good?” she asks.
“Oh….” I stroke her face. “You have no idea….”
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Charlotte
And yet again, I scan photographs, looking for faces. Not yet knowing who the police ‘spy in the camp’ is, Will Stanton, the Police Commissioner has provided the information to me directly, no intermediaries, and I am searching images of people known to be associated with Lawrence Klempner and his activities. Beth, keeping me company, is also looking. After all, captured by them herself for a while, perhaps she might notice something I miss.
Many of the photos are very old, drawn from files which have been collecting dust since the time of the original investigation into Blessingmoors. Some are taken from other investigations into similar criminal activity. Since Klempner and his gang have tendrils extending much further than simply the old Blessingmoors children’s home, I am being asked, yet again, to scan some hundreds of faces, now from many parts of the world. The investigation has become international. I begin to wonder just how big this is, and how much money is involved.
And yet, with so much at stake, given that I am to be witness in a trial against some of the criminals, why was I not simply murdered? Why was Klempner so keen to capture me? Because he knew my mother? Or claims to have done so?
It seems bizarre.
“I’m hungry.” says Beth. “How about you? We could go to the restaurant. It’s not as though we’d be leaving the building. Would that be alright, Michael?” She glances around. “Where is he?”
