Betwixt Natasha

by E V Daymuir

  ‘For fuck sake Duggie, who’s going to see us up here on the fifteenth floor?’ He smiled his yellow smile as he dropped his trousers.

  *****

  Natasha dealt with Barrie’s mail as best she could and put difficult items in the briefcase for him to deal with later. The most pressing thing was to progress the situation with Dynamic. They had discussed leaving it to Sam, but if Duggie asked for an update she wanted to be able to point to some sort of progress. Should she walk down the stairs and speak to Sam, or ask her up to Barrie’s office? She decided to give Barrie a call.

  When the mobile phone rang in Natasha’s handbag, Barrie was sitting next to Debbie, both of them positively gloating over the confirmation orders received from Davina Maypole. Barrie was sitting in the chair occupied by Davina on the previous day, chuffed that his successful use of Natasha’s body to display the DebTash collection was evident in the orders. Some of the numbers were far in excess of those Davina had originally quoted, which he took as a bonus for allowing her to slake her lesbian thirst on Natasha’s gorgeous body. He clicked on the call receive button.

  ‘Hi! – No, you‘re not interrupting anything, Gwen’s not due for another hour. – I’m with Debbie, we’re going through the orders from Naughty but Nice – Davina’s bumped some of them up a hell of a lot.’

  Barrie put Natasha’s hand over the mouth piece and spoke to Debbie.

  ‘It’s Barrie – wondered if we’d received the orders.’

  He answered Natasha’s question. ‘If I was you I would go and see her, the sooner you can sort it out the better. You’re still okay to come here this evening? We need you’re advice even more now; the sum total for the range is colossal.’ He nodded to Debbie and gave thumbs up, wondering as he did if it might seem an unusual gesture for Natasha. ‘Love you – bye.’ He put the phone back in Natasha’s bag. He was seriously thinking about that threesome and now could be the right time to steer Debbie towards the idea. ‘He’ll get here about six – these orders really are fantastic. Do you think we got them because of the quality of our goods, or because we joined in her little games?’

  Debbie smiled. ‘I thought it would all come crashing down. You probably didn’t notice but she was getting really turned on by your antics. She called it excellent foreplay, but, knowing you as I do, I was sure you would eventually say no and she would leave in a huff.’

  Barrie waved Natasha‘s hand in a dismissive gesture. He had thought long and hard about what he was going to say and how to bring up the subject of a threesome. ‘It all got a bit out of hand really. I could see that if I rejected her she could well cancel the orders, so, although I have never had lesbian tendencies, I couldn’t see any harm in joining in. In fact I quite enjoyed it.’

  ‘From where I was sitting, you seemed to enjoy it a lot.’

  ‘I did. Davina is obviously an expert, but I think part of the thrill was being in a threesome, I bet you would feel the same if you shared a bed with me and Barrie.’

  Barrie gave her one of Natasha’s coy smiles as he watched for a reaction. Debbie turned her head away but not before Barrie noticed a blush on her cheeks which slowly extended to her neck. She had thought about! He gave one of Natasha’s disarming little giggles.

  ‘You’re blushing Debs?’

  ‘Of course I’m not.’ Debbie looked down at the orders to hide her embarrassment, but Barrie knew she was hooked and began to reel her in. ‘Have you had a threesome before – I mean, all girls?’ Debbie lifted her head. ‘Yes – but it was a bit different. What we had with Davina was very much one on one.’

  ‘How do you mean?’

  ‘Well, you didn’t join in. You accepted what Davina offered, but you didn’t give anything back. The other threesomes I’ve been in have involved giving and receiving on a three-way basis.’

  ‘I did think about joining in when Davina turned her attentions to you, but something happened – I don’t know…’

  Debbie interrupted. ‘The ‘phone rang.’

  ‘Ah yes, that was it. I think Davina wanted me to touch her but if I’d done that I wouldn’t have been able to watch her make love to you and that was a great thrill for me – that’s why I think I would like to watch you with Barrie.’

  Debbie could not hide her astonishment at the suggestion. ‘I can’t believe that Tash. Why would you want to see Barrie making love to me?’

  Barrie was delighted to note that although the suggestion had surprised her, she was not finding the notion distasteful. He detected a prurient interest. ‘Because I’m very fond of both of you and because I would like you to share his magnificent penis.’

  ‘Is it really as big as you told Davina?’

  ‘Every bit – would that put you off?’

  Debbie looked deeply into Natasha’s eyes. Was she kidding or was the suggestion for real? She was getting quite excited at the prospect, holding Natasha and watching her writhe as Davina worked her magic had really turned her on to and she quite fancied Barrie. If Tash was up for it, so was she; but what about the fall-out?

  ‘I’m not worried about the size Tash, Helen and I used a large dildo quite a lot… What does concern me though is how it could affect our business relationship, and anyway, Barrie may not be up for it.’

  The corners of Natasha’s mouth twitched as Barrie tried to suppress a smile of triumph. She was hooked! All he had to do now was make it happen.

  Natasha was pleased with the confirmed orders from Davina, but as Barrie had pointed out yesterday evening, DebTash was a small business so apart from meeting delivery dates and maintaining quality, they could have a cash flow problem to solve. Large orders from one customer had brought many a successful business to its knees. These were things Barrie knew, but as she was in his body, she was going to have to appear knowledgeable on the subject when she met them later. She doodled absentmindedly on his blotter as she thought through the pros and cons of the Naughty but Nice order. Who would know what to do? Who would Barrie turn to for advice? It had to be Duggie, she reached for the internal phone, but changed her mind. It was only a step a long the corridor to fix up a meeting through Penny and if Sam had any information on the leak, she would be able to keep Duggie up to speed at the same time. She looked at the doodle and was horrified to see a shapely female form in lace knickers and bra. She was in Barrie’s body, but her subconscious mind was obviously still on her own business. There was a light tap on the door and Samantha Derby walked in. Natasha quickly moved Barrie’s laptop to cover the doodle and smiled a welcome.

  ‘Thought it best to talk here Barrie, if you can spare a couple of minutes?’

  ‘Sure thing Sam – take a seat.’ Sam carefully closed the door. Natasha noted that the navy blue skirt was of a slimmer cut today with a slit up the right side, which revealed a glimpse of thigh as she crossed the room. Her crisp white blouse had three buttons undone instead of two and as she tilted forward to drag the chair closer to Barrie’s desk, Natasha found herself mesmerized by her cleavage. Sam certainly had a nice pair of tits and her skin had a wonderful healthy glow; Barrie’s penis began to stir. Would she be able to resist having sex with Sam if the opportunity arose? A more pertinent question would be, did she want to resist? Shagging Penny had been a bit of a laugh, but she really fancied Sam. Did Barrie feel the same? Would she still fancy her if she was in her own body?

  Sam smiled; she had noticed Barrie eyeing her breasts. ‘I’ve identified a couple of possibilities, but yet to work out how they could have logged into our data base. I didn’t want to say anything in front of the girls, just in case one of them is involved.’

  ‘Good thinking.’ Natasha was studying her as she spoke. She had a squarer jaw than hers and a wider generous mouth. She showed a lot of teeth when she smiled, which was often.

  ‘I reckon I’ll have everything we need by lunchtime, for the sake of secrecy it will be best if we go to my place and run it on my computer.’

  Was this code for, do you fancy a bonk? Despite everythi
ng she had intended, Natasha gave Sam one of Barrie’s best smiles. If he was giving her a regular seeing to, as he would put it, why shouldn’t she find out what was so different that he had to stray.

  ‘Great idea,’ she said. The door opened and Penny walked in. She looked surprised to see Sam. ‘Sorry – didn’t know you had a meeting. Just wanted to let you know the problem we spoke about has been solved.’ Natasha called after her as she turned to leave.

  ‘We’re discussing the Dynamic situation. Should have something for Duggie this afternoon – how’s his diary?’

  ‘He’s got a lunch appointment, then his dentist at four. Shall I pencil you in for 3 o’clock?’

  ‘That’s fine. Thanks for letting me know the problem’s been solved.’

  Penny smiled over her shoulder. ‘That’s okay – my pleasure – I can assure you.’ She gave the now familiar waggle of her bottom and flounced out. Natasha wondered if she knew Barrie was seeing Sam as well. Sam gave her a quizzical look followed by what Natasha interpreted as a knowing smile. ‘I’ll get on then Barrie, see you in the car park at 12.30.’

  Duggie Lummox emerged from his personal cloakroom as Penny entered the office with a cup of black coffee. She placed it on his desk next to the blotter then sat, note pad at the ready, in the chair opposite.

  ‘So what’s it to be boss? Do I lose my job?

  Duggie took a cautious sip of coffee, and smiled.

  ‘You know very well you’re much too good for me to even think about dispensing with your services – on both counts!’

  Penny smiled back at him and made a post coital gesture of crossing her long legs to reveal an expanse of shapely inner thigh to her new lover. With a great effort he hauled his eyes back to her face. ‘But we must have rules Penny – we can’t have any more shagging in the office.’

  ‘Couldn’t agree with you more boss.’

  ‘Why are you suddenly calling me boss? It’s always been Duggie.’

  ‘I don’t want to seem over familiar.’

  He spluttered into his coffee. She laughed. He laughed and shook his head ’I really don’t know what I’m going to do with you.’

  ‘A regular shag would be nice – your place or mine?’

  Duggie looked nervous. ‘We could have dinner this evening, and then decide?’

  Penny gave him an encouraging smile. ‘That sounds wonderful. Do you want me to book somewhere?’ He nodded. ‘Try Roberto’s, they might be able to fit us in.’

  ‘They’ll fit us in – I like Roberto‘s. What time?’

  ‘About eight? I could pick you up if you’d like. Save trundling around in two cars.’

  ‘I’ll be ready and waiting.’ She uncrossed her long legs and glanced down at her notepad. ‘You have three appointments today. Your hairdresser at 1.30pm and your dentist at 4pm. Barrie wants to report on Dynamic, so I’ve pencilled him in for 3pm.’

  ‘That’s fine, but Penny. I don’t have a hairdresser or dentist.’

  Penny stood up, leant across the desk and touched the end of his nose with a bright red finger nail. ‘You do now. Do you want me to return these?’ She transferred the finger nail to the two files.

  ‘No, I’ll keep them. I want to have a chat with Pauline.’ Penny turned to leave. ‘Just one more thing Penny.' the hairdresser – the dentist? What have I let myself in for?’

  Penny looked back as she opened the door. ‘A make-over Duggie, supervised by me – and you’re going to love it – trust me.’ She waggled her rear at him and left. Duggie sighed a contented sigh and picked up the files.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

  The alarm radio came on. Peter Bunford stirred and turned to check the time. It was 10-30am, the alarm was usually set for 2pm when he was on night shifts, although he was often up and about long before that, but to-day was different; Becky was off to university. He had offered to drive her to Nottingham, but Julie insisted that she would. He would have liked to, but wasn’t prepared to argue. He would tell her about the coaching job at the Rugby Club later, she should be back well before he was due to leave for the night shift. He hauled himself out of bed, put on his dressing gown and headed for the family bathroom; he always used the spare bedroom at the back of the house when on nights, less to disturb him there. He turned on the shower and looked out through the window as he waited for the hot water to feed through. It was a sunny morning. A good day for a drive to Nottingham. He pushed a hand through the shower curtain to check the temperature a few seconds and it would be ready. Then he noticed the car, a silver Mercedes SL Roadster, parked in their short driveway. The hood was down and the boot open, so, if Julie wasn’t taking Rebecca to Nottingham, who was? He shrugged off the dressing gown and stepped into the shower.

  Rebecca was in two minds about the Mercedes. It would be fun to drive in it to Nottingham, but what would the other students think? Probably better than arriving in the ProClean van though. She could hear her father whistling in the shower as she lugged her case downstairs, he would have done it for her, but she liked to be independent. Bit like her mum in that way, but she loved her dad, he was so easy going. Her mother called out from the kitchen as she turned the case onto its wheels to drag it through the hall.

  ‘I’ll pack the boot Becky! Lucy showed me the best way to stow things, just in case we need to put the hood up in a hurry.’ Rebecca stood the case upright and looked into the kitchen where her mother was making sandwiches. ‘Crikey mum, we’ll never eat all those!’

  ‘It’s three hours each way and I’ll probably stop on the way back. Anyway, who knows, you might be glad of some later.

  ‘Yes, who knows?’ Rebecca watched her mother, who was quick and efficient. When she had the interview at the university they asked about her parents. Dad is clever, very good with his hands and easy going. That summed up her father, but what about her mother? She had to think harder and came up with, dedicated, efficient and brisk. They asked her what she meant by, brisk and it was difficult to explain. No she hadn’t meant fast, it was more a description of her attitude towards people. She was outwardly friendly, but didn’t want them to get too close. She surprised herself, was that how she really saw her mother who was smiling a sort of secret smile to herself as she arranged the sandwiches in neat piles and wrapped them in kitchen foil. All neat, tidy and squared off to fit perfectly into the plastic picnic box. That was typical of mum, but there was something different about her this morning, somehow she seemed happier, softer, more relaxed.

  Julie sealed the lid and looked at her daughter. Becky was an attractive, confident girl. Odd that she was only medium height though, would have thought that with taller than average parents; she would at least be as tall as her. Shouldn’t have a problem making friends at university. Becky was on the pill, had been since she was sixteen; she had personally arranged it with the family doctor, didn’t want any nasty surprises. As for her sexuality? Well, it wasn’t something they discussed, but she’d been out with several boyfriends and the current one, Dave was a couple of years older. She assumed Becky had lost her virginity, but would never ask.

  ‘Sure you’ve packed everything?’

  ‘Yes mum.’

  ‘Said goodbye to dad?’

  ‘He’s up, I heard him in the shower.’

  Julie wedged the picnic box against two bottles of mineral water in a cool bag and zipped it closed. ‘There, that’ll keep everything nice and cool, now, let’s put that case in the boot.’

  Peter Bunford came down the stairs. ‘Don’t worry – I’ll do that. Who’s taking you Becky? Very swish car out there.’

  ‘Mum’s borrowed it from work.’

  He raised an eyebrow – an unspoken question which Julie was quick to answer.

  ‘Lucy insisted I use her car.’

  ‘That’s nice of her – very generous.’

  ‘She is generous – a lovely person.’ Julie felt herself blush and turned away to pick-up the cool bag. ‘There are some changes in our business, it’s very important; I’l
l tell you about it later. Come on Becky, we’d better get on or I’ll never get back before your father has to go to work.’

  Peter wanted to tell her that he had some important news as well, but it could wait. He picked up Becky’s case and carried it easily to the car where Julie took charge of loading. There was something different about her today; she seemed more relaxed, less picky. She covered the case, Becky’s soft holdall and the cooling bag with a net and clipped it onto restraining points around the boot. After checking that everything was out of harms way, should the roof need to be raised, she moved to the drivers side of the sleek sports car and opened the door. ‘Well, I’m ready, say good bye to your father Becky and we’ll get going.’

  Becky coughed and giggled. ‘Do Mercedes drivers usually wear a pinny mum?

  Julie looked down at her stripped pinafore and covered her embarrassment with a laugh. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me today – it must be because you’re leaving home.’ She quickly undid the strings, pulled the pinafore over her head and handed it to an amused husband. ‘Pop that in the kitchen please love, see you when I get back.’ She kissed him on the cheek. Peter was taken aback – it was an unusual gesture in their marriage.

  Becky flung her arms around him and gave him a hug, which he returned. ‘Take care of yourself Becky and let us know if you need anything, I can pop over to Nottingham on the bike in no time.’

  ‘Bye dad, I’ll give you a call to let you know how things are.’

  Julie started the car and the big engine burbled quietly as she waited for Becky to get in and fasten her seat belt. Peter walked to roadside and waved them on their way. The engine note changed to a powerful throb as Julie swung the car across the road and accelerated away. She was wearing dark glasses and a headscarf, a style which suited the car perfectly. It was just a pity that he would never be able to afford anything like that for her. He touched the cheek she had kissed. Now, what was that all about?