Betwixt Natasha

by E V Daymuir

  ‘I’m not sure I could stand millions, the first one was almost more than I could bear and then to have another so quickly, well that was absolutely fantastic.’

  ‘Better make up for lost time then.’ Lucy placed her foot between Julie’s thighs and wriggled her toes. Julie giggled. ‘Get your toes out of my cunt.’

  Lucy laughed and raised her glass. ‘That’s my girl. Live with me for a few months and we’ll get rid of all your inhibitions.’

  CHAPTER TWELVE.

  ‘Thank you for the orders.’

  Debbie shook hands with Davina Maypole as the taxi drew up outside Number 27 Back Street. Davina, looking as smart and business like as she had on arrival, four hours previously, slid backwards into the rear seat without disturbing the black pillbox hat placed precisely in position with a fifteen degree slant to the front. With knees held primly and tightly together she elegantly lifted her legs over the sill, closed the door and smiled at Debbie through the open window.

  ‘Visiting DebTash has been an unexpected and great pleasure Debbie dear. The orders will be confirmed by email first thing tomorrow.’

  Barrie moved Natasha’s body so that she could look past Debbie and wave at Davina.

  ‘Thanks for coming.’

  Davina coyly fluttered her eyelashes. ‘I will make it my business to come again Natasha, I’m looking forward immensely to seeing you in London for the studio shoot.’

  Debbie and Barrie waved in unison as the taxi moved off and as it disappeared around the corner they turned to congratulate each other.

  Barrie sensed Debbie’s excitement, or was it anticipation? Was she thinking they should start where Davina had left off, because that’s what he was thinking. As soon as she closed the door, Debbie pulled Natasha into a big hug and jumped up and down. Their breasts pressed and jiggled together which Barrie found tremendously exciting, but, for Debbie it was obviously not sexual. Despite what had happened in their threesome with Davina, she could not think of Natasha as a lesbian lover – as much as she would like to. Had Natasha joined in when Davina had openly invited her to, it may be a different matter, as it was; she was delighted with the way things had turned out. Natasha had put on a wonderful show for Davina which resulted in some fantastic orders. She gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek.

  ‘Well done Tash. I never thought you would go through with it.’

  ‘You know me, anything for business. How do we celebrate?’

  ‘There‘s bubbly in the fridge, why don’t we open that. We can worry about how we’re going to fulfil all the orders afterwards. Thoughts of a threesome stirred in Barrie’s mind. ‘Perhaps we should get Barrie involved; he’s very good at logistics.’ If he could create the right circumstances, Natasha would find it difficult to resist whilst in his body, and he would be blameless. ‘Shall I give him a call? He could call in on his way home.’

  ‘That’s a good idea. We’re going to need some help, that’s for sure.’

  In the relative safety of Barrie’s office, Natasha was feeling elated yet guilty. How should she feel? She had shagged Penny Betts for Barrie. Well, really for Penny for her it was just as a shag, no love involved, purely the satisfying of a physical need. She treated it as fun and the trouble was, despite herself, Natasha had joined in the fun. Was it a threat to her marriage? Only if she let it become one, but it was something she was going to have to discuss with Barrie. But what was she going to do about Samantha? She was obviously going to have to work closely with her on the Dynamic issue and if she was not careful, that closeness would also lead to a bonk. Her mobile vibrated in Barrie’s trouser pocket.

  *****

  Dudley Wink set the movie section to playback in slow motion. Natasha Billingsgate looked magnificent, she was magnificent, but somehow, it wasn’t the same, why look when you can have the real thing? An hour with Anita Von Beta, or Lucinda Lovebrace, as she now called herself, had changed everything. He reviewed the material, but it failed to generated the excitement he had anticipated, he found that he preferred to fantasise on his new found ability to satisfy Nymphie Nita. He closed the ‘Natasha’ file and went onto the web to search for the video equipment Nymphie Nita wanted him to install. Now that really was an exciting prospect! She wanted to beef up her web pages because her main competitor – Rosie la Bonque had upped the anti. Dudley had never heard of Rosie la Bonque, but it had never occurred to him to search for Anita von Beta on the web; paying to look had never been his style. He typed in Rosie la Bonque and clicked on ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’ and he was in – well sort of. He was into her website and Rosie la Bonque, a tasty redhead, revealed a glimpse of what would be in store if he made a substantial credit card payment. He spent a few minutes examining what he could for free, which didn’t amount to much. Rosie wasn’t really his type, but he could understand why Nymphie considered her a threat. He closed Rosie la Bonque and opened Anita von Beta. Nymphie was far more generous with her freebies, but that was typical of her. She enjoyed what she was doing, that was self evident, but the technical qualities of the images were not as good as Rosie’s and that was something he could improve. He was tempted to pay to see more, but that would be a waste, Nymphie had promised him a free review of both websites. Fantasising about her again, he searched for the equipment she wanted him to install. He would have to stop thinking of her as Nymphie Nita, a slip up when talking to Charlie, could be disastrous. He decided to call her Lucy from now on and refer to her at all times as Miss Lovebrace. Now, what was it Miss Lovebrace wanted – apart from a good fuck? He chuckled to himself as he reviewed her requirements, he already had most of what she wanted, and his cameras were wireless, which would make installation so much easier. He made a duplicate order. The new equipment would be his when it arrived. Seemed fair.

  Natasha was pleased to be heading for home. It had been quite a day!

  She was keen to find out how the presentation to Davina Maypole had gone. Barrie had been non committal over the ’phone, just prattled on about needing her help with logistics, wanted her to go to DebTash on her way home but that didn’t seem a very good idea. She had a lot to discuss with him and play acting in front of Debbie was the last thing she needed, apart from anything else, she doubted she would be able to carry it off, not while she was so angry. The bastard was shagging two girls at Travel Plan. One she now knew on a very personal basis and the other no doubt was expecting a ‘good seeing to’ from Barrie in the very near future. God knows how many other surprises lay in store? She needed to know and apart from his philandering; there was the difficult matter of his rugby to contend with. Penny had mentioned training night as she casually tidied the top of Duggie’s desk. Duggie was looking forward to watching the training session that evening and of course, expected Barrie to be there. Penny was still naked from the waist down. Natasha had pulled up Barrie’s trousers at the first opportunity, but was disappointed to feel blood surge back to his penis as Penny stretched across the desk to place a crystal paperweight in a precise position on the far side of a leather framed blotter.

  Barrie had enjoyed his day although he was a bit peeved that Natasha had refused to call in on the way home. A threesome with Debbie would have made a perfect conclusion. He was fretting in case they changed bodies again overnight. It would be one hell of an opportunity missed. Not something he could engineer back in his own body, but, he was definitely getting the feeling that Debbie would be up for it. She had questioned the size of Barrie’s penis more than once. On the first occasion she joked about it, expecting Natasha to admit she had only said it was that big to phase Davina, but when Barrie told her it was in fact larger than described she wanted more detail. How did she manage to accommodate such a monster? Barrie had given one of Natasha’s giggles and confessed that she loved it and that Barrie was a very considerate lover. When he concluded by saying she should try it sometime, Debbie didn’t say no, just blushed and joined in the giggling.

  Barrie double checked to make sure the note he’d made of the N
aughty but Nice orders was in Natasha’s handbag, before starting the Mazda and setting off for home.

  The BMW was already parked outside Holly Tree Cottage when Barrie pulled in off the lane. He parked the Mazda neatly alongside. Now for the fireworks! It had been a fantastic day, having been on the receiving end of sexual activity which previously he could only have dreamed of. Hell, if Tash was going to give him a hard time, so be it. The sales figures should go some way towards cheering her up, and, who knows, she might have actually enjoyed shagging Penny. He always did! The front door was open so, pausing only long enough to take a deep breath, he breezed in.

  Natasha was in the kitchen, much as she would have been had she been in her own body.

  'Hi Tash! How was your day?'

  Barrie looked at his own back. The huge shoulders heaved up as

  Natasha pulled his hands from the sink, dried them slowly and deliberately on a tea towel before turning round; her face – his face, like thunder.

  'I had a fucking wonderful day thank you Barrie, fucking being the operative word.' His huge hands reached out, grabbed her own body around the waist and hoisted it up onto the kitchen table. Barrie felt some pain in her buttocks as he was slapped down.

  'Ouch! That hurt!'

  'Not half as much as you’ve hurt my feelings; tell me, do you always return Penny’s favours on Duggie’s desk?'

  'Oh, you did shag her then?'

  'No, you shagged her Barrie, I just happened to be in your body at the time.'

  'You could have said no.'

  'Don’t try that with me! You know I couldn’t say no. Your previous actions boxed me into a corner, so answer my question, do you always return Penny‘s favours on Duggie's desk?'

  'Well, no, we…'

  'You mean you shag her anytime, anywhere?'

  'No, it’s not like that Tash. It’s just that Penny has her needs and I, well, I just help her out from time to time. It’s an old friend's thing. It doesn‘t mean anything. And it doesn’t happen very often.'

  'Once is too much! We’re married Barrie, unless you’ve forgotten. Behaving as you are may have been acceptable when you were single, but not now – not with me, if you want to fuck around, you can forget about our marriage!'

  Barrie had no intention of pursuing an argument he knew he had no chance of winning. Hell, if Natasha shagged Penny, it was because his ‘old boy’ wouldn’t allow her not to, it was time to play his trump card. He slowly unbuttoned Natasha’s summer dress and reclined her beautiful body on the table. Natasha was mesmerised, as her right hand moved down over bare flesh before delving into the top of the fine lace panties, she felt Barrie’s penis stir and groaned. ‘For heaven’s sake Barrie, can’t you control this thing of yours?’

  ‘It’s there for you to control not me, does this help?’ He pushed her fingers further down, started a circular massaging action, and smiled with satisfaction as his ‘old boy’ showed an instant response. Natasha covered her embarrassment with the tea cloth. ‘If you think I’m going to shag you on our kitchen table, you’ve got another think coming.’ Barrie watched in dismay as she turned his body away and strode over to the kitchen door, was she storming out of their marriage as threatened? The answer was no, for despite her best intentions she knew Barrie’s penis would win the day and until she had it under control it would be hopeless trying to discuss anything of importance with Barrie. She locked the door, pointed at Barrie, who was still gently moving her fingers, then at the stairs. ‘Up! Go on – up! Let’s get it over with so we can settle down to a sensible discussion.’

  Barrie needed no second bidding. He swung Natasha’s gorgeous body off the table and skipped lightly up the stairs.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

  'What was it you wanted to talk about? Lucy left the question hanging in the air as she eased a black silk stocking over a shapely knee and smoothed it up her thigh, snapped on the suspenders and stood up. Julie was dressed ready to go, but not wanting to leave, not wanting the most incredible afternoon in her whole life to end, she had stayed to watch. Her legs trembled in anticipation as Lucy walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

  'We can have a chat tomorrow Julie, something got in the way this afternoon.'

  Julie laughed. 'I wonder what that was.' She waited – expecting – hoping. Lucy kissed her lightly on the lips.

  'Whatever it was, it was rather wonderful. It’s a shame I can’t get out of my meeting, but we’ll catch up on everything tomorrow.'

  'I can’t wait.'

  'Neither can I.'

  They hugged briefly. Julie paused halfway down the corridor to look over her shoulder, hoping Lucy would be watching, but she had returned to the bedroom. Julie continued on her way to the service lift, already working on what she had to tell Peter. He would be devastated, but now she had found her true sexuality, she had to be true to herself. Her future was with Lucy, which was obviously what she wanted to talk to her about. She pushed the ground floor button in the service lift. At the same time a male gloved finger pressed the penthouse button in the designated lift.

  In his basement flat, Charlie Bell, who was having supper with his wife Sandra, heard the service lift start its slow downward journey, he glanced at the lift repeater indicators on the kitchen wall. That was interesting, as Julie was leaving someone else was visiting the Penthouse; he would check the CCTV to see who it was later.

  *****

  Peter Bunford scraped his plate into the kitchen bin. He’d waited as long as he could before cooking something for himself. Rebecca was in her room, she was going out to have a last supper with friends. He put the plate and cutlery into the dishwasher, then wrote a quick note for Julie on the blackboard over the fridge, to say he had a production meeting to attend before his shift started at ten, she would believe that, Meltcon often called meetings which you were expected to attend, even if it was in your own time. They owned him body and soul, or at least they thought they did. Well, it looked as if he might be able to get off the Meltcon treadmill. Duggie Lummox had been in contact asking him to take on a coaching role at the rugby club? There was nothing new in that, Duggie asked him every year and every year the offer foundered on two points – money and time – with the main stumbling block being time. Working shifts for Meltcon meant he could not be available for at least one third of training sessions and matches and trying to get special dispensation from Meltcon was hopeless. However, this year looked different. Julie was earning good money from her new cleaning business and Duggie had made a very attractive proposition. It was training night at the Rugby Club and he was meeting him there to discuss the offer. He pulled on his leathers, picked up his helmet and shouted a goodbye to Rebecca as he went out through the back door.

  At the first turn of the key his Harley Davidson broke into glorious song. A rich baritone, not the falsetto soprano of a Japanese machine. Of course the Harley was no match on performance, but it suited him well. He blipped the throttle, eased the bike out onto the road and chugged off towards Hamsworth

  *****

  In little more than twelve hours, Natasha had learnt a lot about Barrie‘s sexuality and that the easiest way to calm his rampant penis was to indulge it! This she had just done on her own body, which of course was where it should be indulged, not on some tart at Travel Plan. She had deliberately taken everything slowly, holding back until she saw the tell tale signs which telegraphed that her body was about to go into orgasm. Perhaps it was a result of having sex with Penny only a couple of hours ago, but she seemed to be getting the hang of controlling the thing. Her body lifted up against her, but knowing how sometimes she wished for more, she kept the same slow movement going, – delaying the inevitable – holding back – holding back. Only when she felt her body rising again did she allow deeper, rapid penetration. It was a delivery which left her body writhing with pleasure and she wondered if Barrie would get the message.

  Barrie was happy, whatever happened now, he had experienced just about all there was to ex
perience whilst in Natasha’s body, apart from that threesome with Debbie. Chances were they would change back overnight, but perhaps he should sow the seeds – just in case.

  ‘If we’re as we are tomorrow, don’t you think it would be a good idea to call in at DebTash on your way home? Debbie thinks I want you along to help with the logistics, but of course, I know all that, what I don’t know is how to make anything.’

  ‘My coming there won’t help that.’

  ‘No, but if you came and suggested we order the material in bulk, get the outworkers started and spend our time visiting them to check on quality control, or whatever, that would buy us some time.’

  ‘Or we could tell Debbie exactly what has happened.’

  ‘Ah, I’m not sure that would be a good idea. She’d never believe us,’ he said, but thought that she may well believe it, having seen her old school friend and business partner act completely out of character with Davina Maypole. That was the last thing he wanted, it could scotch any chance of engineering a threesome.

  'You're right, Barrie, Debs would never believe us. I’ll call in after work tomorrow, but only if you come along with me to your rugby training this evening.’

  ‘Oh shit! I’d forgotten all about that.’

  ‘Penny reminded me – after I’d shagged her on your behalf.’

  Barrie ignored the jibe. ‘Won’t it seem strange if we both go? You never go on training night.’

  ‘I used to before we got married. Anyway, it won’t seem as strange as my not knowing what to do.’