Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 50

This is the fiftieth episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting tales from the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.

It is the end of August 1985, Lesley is in Miami with Kate as Daniel prepares to undergo major heart surgery. Meanwhile, Steven's holding the fort in London, supported by Jemima who is rediscovering her mojo.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

It was Thursday morning and Thomas Pemberton was late for our meeting.

Since he'd made his resignation formal I hadn't really wanted to waste time on meeting with him. But he'd asked and, as a courtesy to his father Charles, I'd agreed. Charles ran the 'Major Investments' side of Durolitum and, if I was to keep the company functioning while Daniel was out of action, I needed his support.

I wasn't prepared to meet Thomas at Durolitum's offices though. I didn't want him wandering through the office, telling people the grass was greener somewhere else. So we agreed to meet at a coffee shop just off Regent Street.

When Thomas arrived he was unapologetic.

"No hard feelings," he began.

"It's a free country," I told him. "If you think your prospects are better elsewhere..."

"They made me an offer I couldn't refuse," Thomas continued smugly.

It must have been a good offer for him not to have even tried to negotiate a raise I thought.

"Who are you going to work for?" I asked. Not sure if he'd tell me.

"It's a middle-eastern sovereign wealth funds. They want into New Technology. They're prepared to pay handsomely to make it happen."

"I see."

"They'd be interested in you and Sam joining them too."

It must have hurt Thomas to say that. Thomas was good at what he did, but he knew he was no good on his own. He might have known the ways of the 'City' but he didn't really understand technology.

"Why would we want to do that?" I asked

"They've got deep pockets, Steven. I'm getting twice what you paid me, plus an introductory bonus," Thomas explained, adding, "you could bring with you anyone you wanted."

I could understand why Thomas' head had been turned. We'd already been paying him more than the going rate.

"Tell them I'm not interested. I'm loyal to Daniel and to Durolitum," I told him. "I think you'll find Sam is too."

"I guess we'll find out," Thomas chuckled. "Maybe he doesn't like working for teacher's pet any more than I did."

Up until then I'd been prepared to give Thomas the benefit of the doubt but his snide comment struck a nerve. Thomas was older than me and, what with his father's connection to Durolitum, I think he'd found it hard to accept being junior to me.

"You'll have to excuse me," I told him with as much self-control as I could muster. "I think we're done here and I have a company to run."

"Enjoy it while you can," Thomas sneered. "The big boys are coming to steal your lunch money."

As I walked back to the office I played the conversation over in my mind. Things had been going so well up until then. I wasn't sure if Sam would be back from France yet, but I knew I needed to talk to him. I wondered how much of a threat this sovereign wealth fund could be to us.

Chapter 2

Being temporary CEO of Durolitum wasn't actually as difficult as I'd feared it was going to be. In the short term, the company could quite easily have functioned without a CEO. Durolitum was a bit like a well organised cruise ship. The crew were more than capable of doing their jobs, but the passengers still liked to see there was a captain in charge of the boat.

In the week following the announcement that Daniel was temporarily stepping down, I spent most of my time talking to investors and the press, reassuring them that the company wasn't in any danger. Fortunately, Durolitum's underlying performance was sound and the recent Iris deal had only strengthened this perception. By the end of my first week in charge we seemed to have calmed most people's nerves.

Meanwhile, Daniel had been flown from Jamaica by private medivac plane to a hospital in Miami. There, he'd undergone a six hour quadruple by-pass operation on the Wednesday. In the evening I'd called Lesley to see how it had gone but neither she nor Kate had yet been allowed to see him. I could tell Lesley was worried. Major heart surgery wasn't something to be taken lightly. I tried to re-assure her everything would be ok, but I knew my words were just platitudes and I couldn't help feeling guilty that, while Lesley was doing her best for Daniel and Kate in Miami, I was back in London, living in Daniel's house shacked up with Jemima.

I know it wasn't quite as simple as that, Daniel had asked me to come back and run Durolitum, and it had been Lesley's idea for Jemima to keep me company while she stayed in Miami. But I couldn't help feeling that I was getting the better end of the deal.

Chapter 3

Jemima had stayed over every night since turning up at Daniel's doorstep the Saturday before. It was very easy having her around. She was great company and the sex was uncomplicated. Every night we fucked like rabbits then, in the morning, I'd head off to the gym before work and she'd head back to her house in Chelsea to get changed, before opening up her shop, 'Pudleduck Interiors', just off the Kings Road.

Thursday evening was different however. On Thursdays after work I trained at the gym behind the International School of Martial Arts in Battersea. It didn't make much sense for Jemima to come to Daniel's, so I suggested that I'd come to her house instead when I was finished.

Before leaving work that afternoon, I called Lesley for an update. The news was good. Daniel was off the critical list and she and Kate had been allowed to see him. He was still heavily dosed up with pain med's but things were heading in the right direction. She and Kate were sharing sentry duty, taking shifts by Daniel's bedside. Although I could tell she was tired, the contrast in Lesley's voice compared to the day before was obvious. She sounded much more upbeat.

What with the Iris contract and summer holidays, it had been a few weeks since my last Thursday evening training session with Andy Conlan. I'd checked if he would be free to coach me that week and explained that Lesley wouldn't be coming. So I was expecting it to be just the two of us but, when I walked into the gym there was a second man with Andy who I vaguely recognised, but couldn't place.

"Good to see you again, Steven," Andy began. "I think you've met Matt already."

It took a moment but then the penny dropped. Matt was the partner of Lesley's new personal assistant, Izzie. I'd met him briefly in Munich two weeks ago, at the Obermann's party. First, when he and Izzie had been serving drinks to the Obermann's guests. then briefly later that evening, after Lesley had fucked him. Annoyingly, he was a very good looking bloke with 'a body to die for' (Lesley's words not mine).

After leaving the Army, Matt had initially been recruited by Blackfinch Security as a trainnee close protection operative/bodyguard. But somewhere along the way they'd also discovered his girlfriend, Izzie. Izzie was the brains of the outfit, she'd been a nurse in the navy before working for disaster relief organisations in some of the worst places in the world. Blackfinch had seen potential in her and had flown the two of them out to Munich to see if Izzie and Lesley got along. To cut a long story short, Matt had fucked Lesley, I'd fucked Izzie, and Izzie had got the job as Lesley's assistant.

"I'm sorry Matt, I recognised your face, I just couldn't quite place you," I explained apologetically. "How are you, how's Izzie?"

"We're both fine Mr. Carter, thank you," Matt replied deferentially.

"No surnames here. You know the drill," Andy was quick to intervene with the rules of the establishment.

"Sorry," Matt added, looking suitably chastised.

"Matt here was Combined Services light-heavyweight champion in '81 and '82, so I thought you two might like to spar for a bit later on," Andy said with a smile on his face.

"Er, sure," I replied.

"But first let's see how much fitness you've lost over the summer," he chuckled.

For the first half hour of the evening, Andy beasted us with exercise after exercise. It was clear that time off had taken its toll on me, but Matt fared better. Then, when we were ready for a rest, he told us to get some gloves and a headguard and get in the ring.

Against most average boxers I stood a chance, but I was outclassed by Matt. At first though he was hesitant to go full out on me. I seized the opportunity and made him pay for it, landing a couple of blows that caught him off guard. After that, he didn't hold back and I was just trying to get to the end of the round without being floored. When Andy called time on our bout, I couldn't have been more relieved.

"You fight well," Matt told me with a victor's magnanimity.

"Thanks. Not quite as well as you though," I replied.

"Now without the gloves," Andy told us. "No biting, no gouging, everything else goes."

Hand to hand combat was a different story. Matt might have bested me in a traditional bout but he didn't have the no-holds-barred skills or mentality that Andy had instilled in me. Time and again I was able to floor him and time and again Matt had to tap out before I really hurt him, until eventually Andy called time.

"Fuck," Matt said as we sat there panting, clearly frustrated at his own inability to respond effectively.

"Don't worry," Andy chuckled. "We'll knock you into shape. Steven was worse than you when he arrived."

After we'd finished for the evening, I asked Andy and Matt if they wanted to go for a pint. Andy declined like he always did while Matt was unsure whether or not to accept.

"You're not going to condemn a man to drinking alone are you?" I asked.

"I guess not," he laughed.

Back in the 80's Battersea was a pretty run down place, full of warehouses and sad looking shops. But, as long as you weren't too fussy, you didn't have to go far to find a pub. We settled on one just around the corner from the International School of Martial Arts and I got a round in then Matt and I sat down at a table in what was supposedly the lounge bar.

"Cheers," I said.

"Cheers," he responded.

There was a slightly awkward silence between us for a moment. We'd hardly spoken to each other before really, yet we'd both fucked each other's partner.

"We never really had the chance to talk in Munich," I began.

"No, not really," Matt replied. "It was all a bit of a whirlwind."

"I can imagine. How's it been since."

"We've both been busy, Izzie especially. She starts working for Lesley next week. Though I understand Lesley's not going to be around for a while."

"No she's in Miami unfortunately."

"Lesley explained the situation to Izzie," Matt offered, then for clarity added, "about Daniel and the heart attack."

"I didn't realise they'd been talking."

"Oh yes. Lesley's given Izzie a long list of things to be getting on with while she's away," he chuckled.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by this really.

"That sounds like Lesley," I agreed. "But if Izzie needs any help next week, tell her to give me a shout. In fact get her to call in on her first day."

"Izzie says you're the boss at Durolitum at the moment."

"I am, until Daniel's back on his feet."

"Can't be easy with Lesley away, coming home to an empty house every night."

"Actually, Lesley's sorted that out for me. A friend's staying with me while she's away."

"Sounds very understanding."

"I guess you of all people should know what our lifestyle's like."

Matt laughed.

"Actually, Izzie and I were hoping to try a swinging club this weekend. Izzie said she wanted to get some practise in," he laughed. "But we didn't have much luck finding anything. It's not as easy it seems to get started."

"We started out swinging with friends and it just sort of grew from there," I offered. "It was a while before we went to an actual party in fact. But I think I know of one this weekend if you and Izzie are interested in making up a foursome on Saturday night?"

"Sounds great."

"Leave it with me..."

Chapter 4

I'd never been to Jemima's mews house in Chelsea before. Like all the other houses in the short street it had been converted from stables that used to serve the city's gentry in an age before automobiles. The houses had been very trendy in the swinging sixties and still were to a certain extent, except that now they were also expensive and mainly the preserve of professional types.

Jemima opened the door to me wearing just an England rugby shirt and a pair of panties. Once I was inside, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug.

"Ugghh, you smell sweaty and you've been drinking," she told me. "Go and have a shower. You can put your stuff in the bedroom."

I took myself and my overnight bag up to the bathroom, had a quick shower, changed into jeans and a tee shirt then went to leave the bag in the bedroom. It was very Jemima, quirky but classy. A lot of the furniture, including the oak sleigh style bed, was antique or had been restored. Nothing in the room was cheap. On the nightstand was a picture of Jemima with Miles. I remembered there'd been a similar one of the two of them at university. It brought back memories of fucking her when we'd both been students.

"I made you some chilli." Jemima told me when I walked into the kitchen.

"Thanks, I'm starving."

She dished out the chilli and rice and we took it into the lounge.

"So, where have you been?" she asked inquisitively.

"Just to the gym, then I went out with one of the guys for a pint."

"But this isn't your normal gym, is it?"

"No," I admitted. "It's more of a boxing style gym. I try to train there each Thursday evening when I can. Lesley too usually."

"I wouldn't have thought boxing was her thing?"

"They do self-defence classes also."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to explain what I did at the International School of Martial Arts and why I did it, but fortunately Jemima changed direction.

"So what are we doing this weekend. You know Monday's a bank holiday right?"

"I thought we could take it easy," I offered, "Maybe go out and have a meal on Saturday night."

Jemima looked disappointed.

"Steven, to be your companion while Lesley's away, she promised me there'd be as much sex as I wanted. I'm really horny after last weekend. Can't we do something? Please."

"I'm only joking," I laughed.

"So what are we doing?" she asked excitedly.

"Well, I'm trying to get us invited to a party on Saturday night, but I won't know for sure until tomorrow."

"I'll let you off then," Jemima told me. "Now, on the basis that I was promised as much sex as I wanted, you need to take me upstairs and give me a damn good fucking."

Jemima got up from the sofa, held out her hand then led me up to her bedroom. Opening up a vintage armoire that had beautifully decorated doors she produced four rope tie-backs, the sort you might use to hold curtains and, and an old plastic vibrator that looked like it had seen better days.

"Tie me to the bed, Steven," she ordered as he stripped off, "and have your way with me."

Jemima came over all confident but I knew it was all a bit of an act. She did have a clear idea of how she wanted to be treated though and I was happy to oblige. I removed her rugby shirt and panties then tied her arms and legs to the bed so that she was face up and spread-eagled.

"Right, I'm going down to watch telly," I joked. "See you in an hour."

"Don't you fucking leave me like this Steven Carter," she demanded.

I don't know what possessed me but I picked up Jemima's panties from the floor and walked over to the bed. She let me open her mouth with my fingers and then I stuffed her panties into it.

"Be quiet," I told her.

Compared to Lesley's collection of toys, Jemima's vibrator was from the Ark. But the batteries worked and so I began to tease her clitoritis with the hard plastic phallus. Jemima pretended to struggle a bit but not enough to keep me from applying pressure to her nub and in no time at all she was orgasming.

I let Jemima experience all the stages of clitoral stimulation, from build-up, to orgasm, to afterglow, before ending in the torment that occurs when the stimulation doesn't stop. She thrashed about on the bed looking for relief but was unable to break free from her restraints, her cries muffled by the panties. I straddled her, pinning her hips to the bed and continued until eventually her clitoris became desensitised. Then, climbing off, I left her tied so that I could fuck her missionary style.

By this time her pussy was soaking and slipping into her was no problem at all. She pretended to struggle some more until I pinned her down by her arms and, thinking only of my own satisfaction, pumped her until I'd emptied my load into her.

With my cock still buried in her pussy I pulled the panties out of Jemima's mouth so that she could talk.

"Was that what you had in mind?" I asked.

"Pretty much," she chuckled.

"That vibrator of yours looks like it's seen better days."

"I know," she admitted. "It's given valiant service over the years but it does need to be retired. I'm a bit embarrassed to go into sex shop on my own and buy a new one though."

"Would you like me to accompany you on Saturday?"

"Please. Perhaps we could pick up a few other things while we're there."

"Can I ask?" I said with trepidation. "Do you do this sort of thing with Miles?"

"Don't be silly," Jemima chuckled. "Miles is very conventional. I guess I've been too, mostly. I mean I played the field at Uni', but it was always just good wholesome sex, nothing kinky. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

Chapter 5

Friday began unexpectedly. As I walked into what was really Daniel's office, Mary, who was Daniel's assistant but now temporarily mine, caught up with me.

"A gentleman called Faisal Piran telephoned to ask if he might meet you today. He said you would remember him from Gstaad," she informed me. "I told him it was unlikely you'd be available but he left a number and said it was important."

I did remember Faisal Piran. I'd spent a night in Gstaad's police station courtesy of his sons, although in all fairness it hadn't been entirely their fault. Our friend Heike, had assaulted one of them in a nightclub after he'd groped her on the dancefloor. We'd got Heike out of the nightclub as soon as possible and Faisal's minders had done the same for the sons, leaving me to carry the can.

As far as I could remember, Faisal had been oil minister in one of the middle eastern emirates before becoming persona non grata for some reason. After the incident in the nightclub Faisal had been a gentleman however, coming over to Ferdi Obermann's apartment where we'd been staying, to apologise. I must admit, I was curious as to why he was trying to make contact now. I knew he was based in London but I'd not really expected to hear from him again.

"Could you tell him I'm free in an hour. I've a couple of meetings in town today, I could see him before then."

"Of course, Steven," Mary replied, then she added. "How's Daniel?"

"Sorry," I said. "I should have told you the moment I walked in. He's doing well. Lesley and Kate were allowed to see him yesterday. It looks like the operation was a success. Please could you let everyone know."

"Thank goodness for that," Mary said, the relief on her face obvious...

****

I met Faisal Piran at the same coffee shop I'd met Thomas Pemberton a few days earlier. He'd arrived early and was sitting in one of the booths with his minder. The same minder who'd been at the nightclub in Gstaad. When they saw me, the minder got up and nodded in acknowledgement then went to stand outside leaving Faisal and I alone.

"Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, Mr Carter," Faisal began as we shook hands.

"Steven, please. Although I must admit I'm curious to know why."

"I shall come straight to the point then, as I believe you are a busy man these days. I represent Nasser Al Kahle. Mr Al Kahle is responsible for the sovereign wealth fund of Kiritur."

The penny dropped.

"The wealth fund that poached Thomas Pemberton."

"That is correct."

"Mr. Piran, I will tell you what I told Thomas yesterday. I'm not interested in leaving Durolitum. I can't say how Sam feels, you'll have to ask him yourself."

"Thomas already did, yesterday at his comic book store. He also said he wasn't interested. In fact his fiancé went further and told Mr. Pemberton to 'Fuck off and never show his face there again' apparently."

I couldn't help chuckling, as I could imagine Carly saying that, but I was relieved to hear that Sam couldn't be tempted.

"I think you have your answer then," I said politely.

"In that respect, I think I do. And I respect your loyalty, it's a commodity too often in short supply," Faisal responded. "But hear me out, please."

"Of course."

"Kiritur is a young country, grown rich on the West's need for oil. Three generations ago we were tribesmen roaming the desert, now we're beginning to build cities. But we lack the skills and just as we need foreign architects and engineers, we need others to help us manage our new-found wealth."

"I hear what you say, but my future is with Durolitum."

"Then what if your company managed a part of our wealth fund for us."

"We're a venture capital organisation not a fund manager, and besides surely you have people to do that already."

"We do but they don't understand emerging technologies."

"So why come to me directly, why not tender the business."

"The king strongly believes we should be investing in emerging technologies and Mr. Al Kahle has heard good things about you. He is a young man, you are a young man, he believes he can work with you."

"Forgive me, but I thought you were exiled from Kiritur."

"I was. The old king was a traditionalist, he didn't approve of my ties with the west. But he died earlier this year and his son, Crown Prince Abdullah took his place. The new king is a reformer. He wants to put his country's wealth to good use, for the benefit of its citizens. To do that, he knows he needs closer ties with the west. This is why and he made his cousin the head of our country's wealth fund."

"I'm not sure I follow?"

"Nasser Al Kahle is a young man, educated at Eaton and Oxford. He's lived in Europe for many years now and understands how the west works. Some might regard him as a playboy, but he's well connected and he's not stupid."

"I see."

"Mr. Al Kahle is keen to meet with you," Faisal pressed.

"I can't promise anything, but I'd be happy to do that."

"Excellent..."

****

The comic book just store off Denmark Street was reasonably busy for a Friday lunchtime, mainly with student types. When I walked in, Carly saw me first and nearly knocked me off my feet with a hug that involved a run and a jump. Carly and Lesley were the same height and almost identical build and hugging her reminded me of hugging Lesley.

"How are you. How's Lesley. How's Daniel," she asked.

When Carly eventually let me go, I took her and Sam through the whole saga of Daniel's heart attack and its subsequent fall out. I hadn't seen them in a while, so there was a lot to catch up on.

"You missed a great party at Carole's," Carly informed me when I'd finished, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"Carly was a bit of a piggy weren't you?" he chuckled, causing Carly to make piggy noises.

"Are you on your own this weekend?" Carly asked. "We're off to a bike rally in the New Forest, as it's a bank holiday. You should come too, shouldn't he Sam?"

"There's a few good bands playing," Sam nodded in agreement.

"Actually I'm not on my own, Jemima's staying with me," I admitted.

"Posh totty, eh?" Carly chuckled.

"It was Lesley's idea. Honest. Besides, I'm not actually sure where my bike is at the moment. We had to leave it in Florence."

"I saw it at Carole's last week," Sam offered. "I think Peters is driving yours and Daniel's bikes back in a van this weekend."

"That's good to know."

"Anyway, I guess you want to talk man stuff with Sam," Carly offered. "I'll leave you to it."

"Fancy a pint?" I asked.

"Does the Chief Exec of Durolitum still drink pints?" Sam chuckled.

"He does when it's your round," I joked.

We found a pub and I bought a round and a couple of packets of crisps. Then, when we'd sat down, I told Sam about the meeting with Faisal Piran and he told me about Thomas' visit the day before.

"I was a bit worried you'd be poached before you'd even started work properly for Durolitum," I told Sam.

The deal I'd had with Sam up to that point was that he worked for me as a contractor. That way he'd still had time to work in the Comic book store. But, when we'd been out in in Colorado, with a lot of help from General Buchan, Sam had agreed to go permanent. His first day being the Tuesday after the bank holiday.

"There's not much chance of that. Besides, even if I'd wanted to, Carly wouldn't have let me," Sam confirmed

"So what do you think of this Kiritur opportunity," I asked.

"It sounds good, except we don't have the people and we're not really a fund manager."

"You're right, but it seems a shame to pass it up."

"I know of a few bright guys leaving Cambridge this year, I could see if they were interested."

"Thanks, that would be great. I need to find a few more business focussed recruits to support Lynne too."

"Yes, I heard you'd promoted her."

"With the right support I think she'll be great."

"Me too."

"So did we miss a good party at Carole's?" I asked.

"Man, you should have been there..."

****

I found Sir Hillary Fortescue, head of Blackfinch in the UK, sitting on a leather sofa in the lounge of his Pall Mall club. He'd been reading the paper when the attendant had coughed politely as we approached.

"Steven dear boy," he said as he stood up to greet me. "How are things?"

"Never a dull moment, Sir Hillary," I responded.

"Yes, terrible business with poor old Daniel. Please send him my best wishes."

"I will."

"I hear you're holding the fort for him while he recovers."

"That's right."

"Good. And Lesley, how is she?"

"She's still in Miami, with Daniel and Kate. Hopefully she'll be back in a couple of weeks."

The attendant returned with two generous tumblers of whisky and when he left it was time to move on to more serious matters.

"You wanted to see me Sir Hillary?" I asked.

"Yes. Firstly I wanted to congratulate on Iris."

"Thank you. Although if it hadn't been for Blackfinch I wouldn't have had the opportunity in the first place, so I guess I should be thanking you also."

"We both got what we wanted," he replied. Sir Hillary paused and then continued, "Secondly, I understand that you and Lesley have been invited to Jason Hennessy's engagement party."

"I haven't seen an invite yet but yes, we're expecting to be."

"It would be in everyone's interests if you could cultivate that relationship."

I chuckled silently to myself, back at the party in Florence, Pamela Brock, Jason's fiancé had said this would happen the moment Blackfinch found out.

"Miss Brock knows we're with Blackfinch."

"Of course she does. She's not stupid that one," Sir Hillary confirmed. "But I'm sure I don't need to explain to you the benefit of having the ear of a man who one day will very likely hold high office in the U. S., perhaps even become president. It is worth a lot to us."

"I get the picture."

"Good. Then I'll leave it with you."

"Is that all, Sir Hillary?"

"Yes it is. Other than to say that Blackfinch is very happy with your progress, and Lesley's. I understand she shot a man while in Germany."

"That's correct."

"No fear that girl. And she has her new assistant starting soon?"

"Izzie, yes. In fact I was going to ask if I could bring her and her partner to your party this Saturday."

"I don't see why not. Will you be coming alone or will the delightful Miss Puttiford be joining you."

"Can I ask how you know about that?"

"Do you know much about her parents?" he continued appearing to ignore my question.

"Only the basics. Her father is Sir Gregory Puttiford, was a diplomat, now he works as a civil servant in Whitehall I think. Her mother is an heiress."

Sir Hillary chuckled.

"Sir Gregory is indeed a civil servant and understandably protective of his daughter. I won't go into the details of how but when he found she was staying with you he ran a check on your background. Which is how it came to my attention. I was able to re-assure him that you weren't a threat."

"I've no desire to mess things for Jemima. I guess you already know she's engaged."

"To Miles Bertel, heir to the Bertel's Bank empire in time. It's been quite a long engagement I believe."

"Yes."

"And while he's in Hong Kong do you think Miles goes to bed with nothing but the complete works of Shakespeare for company? Because I can tell you he doesn't. Miles has quite a niche sexual appetite. One that might surprise both you and possibly even his bride to be."

"How do you know this?"

"Because we considered recruiting him, although we decided not to in the end."

"Why not?"

"Miles is dinosaur, something out of a P. G. Woodehouse novel, a part of the establishment incapable of accepting that change is inevitable. Like many of his ilk, his entitled upbringing has brainwashed him into believing that he's better than most, simply by birthright. Don't get me wrong though, he's not a bad person. In fact Miles is a gentleman."

"But a gentleman with a niche sexual appetite," I added.

"Now you're showing your own upbringing, Steven," Sir Hillary chuckled, as if mocking my naiveite. "The establishment doesn't see sex as a vice. Provided its conducted discreetly. Sir Gregory doesn't care a fig about what his daughter gets up to in the bedroom. He does however worry that some lower class chancer, born in a council house to a father with a dubious past, is going to ruin her life."

Sir Hillary's assessment of my upbringing stung. But I could tell he was testing me.

"I shall bear that in mind, Sir Hillary."

Sir Hillary smiled.

"I'm sure you will, Steven. Only a fool would doubt your intellect or your instincts. Have confidence in yourself, man. Blackfinch chose you, and not Miles, for a reason."

"There is one last thing Sir Hillary. Durolitum has been approached by the Kiritur wealth fund. They want to invest in New Technologies. If that were to happen would it be a problem for Blackfinch?"

"I can't see why, but let me check."

Chapter 6

Reaching the bank holiday weekend felt like an achievement, doing both my job and Daniel's for just one week had been tiring, even though I had to admit I was quite enjoying being the boss.

Jemima and I lazed in bed on Saturday morning, not getting up until eleven, chatting and cuddling and, inevitably, having sex.

"I don't know if I've got anything to wear for the party this evening," Jemima admitted over breakfast.

"Actually you do," I told her. "The theme is 'back to school'. Lesley's already bought costumes so we'll just have to go to the house and pick them up."

"Will Lesley's costume fit me?"

"I would think so."

Although Jemima was quite a few inches taller than Lesley, she was so thin that their waist and chest sizes were probably similar. At least that had been my logic.

When we got to the house in Wimbledon and I opened the front door, I could tell that neither Carole nor Suzy were back. The house smelled musty and there was a week's post on the floor. I sieved through and arranged it in piles for Carole, Suzy, Lesley and myself. One of the letters had an American stamp on it and I immediately knew it was Jason and Pamela's engagement party invitation. I opened it up to see the date. As expected it was towards the end of September, three weeks away.

We found the party costumes and Jemima held hers up against her so that we could see how it looked. We both knew instantly that it was going to be on the small side.

"I can accessorize," Jemima declared.

We then drove back to London and parked the Porsche in Durolitum's private car park, just off Regent Street, which was only a short walk to the adult store I knew of in Soho. I picked up the day rucksack I'd brought with me from the tiny rear seat of the car then locked it.

"Are we going on a hike?" Jemima joked.

"No Duck, but I'm guessing you don't want to walk around London carrying a vibrator in a cheap plastic carrier bag."

"Hmmm, I can tell you've done this before," she chuckled.

Sex shops in the 80s seemed to make most of their money selling DVDs and magazines. The shop in Soho was no exception and had on display an extensive collection of viewing material, catering for all tastes. Set further back however was another room, dimly lit by red light. In here were the toys and the kinky stuff.

Jemima stared at the array of products for sale like a child in a sweet shop.

"I had no idea there was so much," she declared excitedly.

She wanted everything. Toys, restraints, paddles, bondage wear and lingerie all went into her basket and by the time she'd finished I could have filled a full sized Bergen with everything she'd collected. I couldn't let her pay for it and so it cost me a small fortune to boot. We put as much as we could in the rucksack and carried the rest back to the car in a conspicuous carrier bag then went for lunch in a restaurant nearby.

"So where are we going tonight?" Jemima asked.

"I don't know yet. It's a secret until the last minute. I need to phone up and find out when we get back."

"Sounds exciting. Will you know anyone there?"

"Yep."

"Who?

"A couple called Matt and Izzie. I said we'd meet them there."

"What are they like?"

"You'll like Matt. He's fit, I train with him."

"And Izzie?"

"She's nice. Blonde, pretty. She's going to be Lesley's new assistant."

"And you've fucked her already?"

"Once."

"And this Matt. He's fucked Lesley."

"Once too. What's with all the questions."

"I just like to be prepared."

"They will like you, Duck. You don't need to worry about that."

"Ok."

We drove back to the house after lunch, calling in at Jemima's place on the way so that she could drop off her newly acquired toys and pick up a few things she'd decided she wanted for the evening. I called to find out where the party was held and learned that it was near Marlow, in a building that had been at an old Victorian sanatorium many years ago.

We showered the got changed into our school uniforms. I chuckled when I put mine on, Lesley had done me proud and then it hit me that I hadn't called her. Wracked with guilt I rushed downstairs and picked up the phone.

Lesley sounded happy to hear from me and speaking to her made me very homesick for our life together. I told her about the engagement invitation and she suggested that she could meet me in New York. That meant she'd be away for four weeks not three as we'd planned, but I knew there wasn't much point in her flying back only to fly out again.

"Perhaps I could fly out a few days before," I suggested.

"I'd really like that, Steven," she told me. Then, changing the subject, she asked, "Are you and Duck going to Sir Hillary's party tonight?"

"We are," I said guiltily.

"Well make sure she has a good time."

"I will, we're meeting Matt and Izzie."

"Oh well, Duck's going to have a great time with Matt if my experience was anything to go by."

At that moment Jemima walked into the room wearing her schoolgirl outfit. The skirt which Lesley had bought for herself barely covered Jemima's backside and her long skinny legs reminded me of baby giraffe's. The whole ensemble looked as if Jemima had outgrown her school uniform and so she had given it a punk look. Her fishnet tights were ripped and around her neck she wore a bondage choker we'd bought from the sex shop. Her eyes were circled with heavy black eyeliner and lips in black lipstick.

"In fact here's Duck now," I told Lesley, "looking like a delinquent schoolgirl."

"Let me talk to her," Lesley asked.

I handed Jemima the phone then disappeared into the kitchen to give the girls some privacy.

Chapter 7

It took the best part of an hour to get to Marlow. The gothic looking building that was the venue for the party was set in a few acres of parkland, far enough away from civilisation not to be a problem for anyone. It was an inspired choice of location and had the air of a St Trinians' style boarding school about it. We parked the Porsche on the large gravel driveway and walked in via the grand entrance hall where our names were checked off the list. But then, as we made our way to the bar, I heard my name being called out.

"Do you have a minute, Steven?" came Sir Hillary's unmistakable tone.

We both turned round to see where the voice had come from but it was Jemima who spoke first.

"Uncle Hillary?"

"Jemima, I don't think I've seen you since Christmas. How are you?" Sir Hillary responded.

"Very well," Jemima responded, "I can see you're looking fine. And Jemima?"

I'd forgotten that Sir Hillary's wife was also called Jemima.

"She's well. She's around here somewhere. Probably up to no good."

"Well give her my regards, if we don't bump into her."

"I will," he replied. " Steven, I just wanted to say that there is no problem regarding the matter we talked about the other day. Feel free to pursue it."

"Thank you Sir Hillary."

"Well, have a good evening you two."

"Thank you," I replied.

"You won't say anything to Mama or Papa, will you Uncle Hillary?" Jemima asked before adding as an afterthought, "Or Miles."

"Haven't I always covered for you," he said tapping his nose.

"You always were my favourite uncle," she said giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"That's only because I turned a blind eye to most of your antics," he chuckled.

As we walked away, I thought the situation had felt a little engineered, As if Sir Hillary wanted Jemima to know that he knew about us, but it could just have been chance.

"You have some explaining to do when we get home, young man," Jemima told me.

"I've a few questions of my own but it's not a problem, Sir Hillary being here, is it?" I asked.

"Of course not, although it does sound odd hearing you call him that. I've always known him as Uncle Hillary and Papa always calls him Tommy."

"Why?"

"No idea," then changing the subject she announced, "Now what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"

It turned out that the building we were in had gone through a number of reincarnations since no longer catering for the infirm. Most recently it had been a hotel and golf club, but much of the land had been sold and the place was due to be converted into apartments. The long corridors and noticeboards on the wall definitely gave it a back to school feel.

We got a drink from the bar and watched the other party goers as we waited for Matt and Izzie to arrive. It was funny seeing grown adults dressed up and some of the costumes were very good, mostly sexy schoolgirls and naughty schoolboys. As with all of Sir Hillary's parties, paid 'extras' had been brought in. Most of these were performers of various kinds, paid to socialise, and more if they were agreeable. For ease of identification, their outfits were different. The men dressed as schoolmasters in long flowing gowns, carrying canes or rulers, while the girls looked as if they'd just come off the hockey field in their short skirts and green polo tops.

As we were people watching a couple called Mike and Sarah, who Kate and I had swapped with at the last party, came over to greet us. I liked Sarah, she was very pretty and we'd had a good time together. But Mike somehow represented everything that was bad about 'New Money'. He was in advertising and I know Daniel loathed him, but for some reason Kate fell for his charms.

"Steven, great to see you man," Mike began, shaking my hand.

"Hi Mike, Sarah. Good to see you. Have you had a nice summer," I asked.

"It was fab' man, we spent it in Tuscany. Great food, great wine, great sex," he chortled, winking at us. Then, looking at Jemima, he added slightly creepily, "And who's this lovely lady?"

"Somebody, you're never going to fuck," Jemima told him bluntly. "So, given you need to find a couple to pair off with before everyone gets taken, I suggest you trot along and direct your charms elsewhere."

Mike looked stunned and both Sarah and I were a bit taken aback at Jemima's rudeness.

"We'll er... leave you to it then," he stammered.

"That was a bit cruel," I said when they'd gone.

"The guy's a creep of the first order Steven, you can see it a mile off."

"True, but Kate liked him."

"I thought she was classier than that," Jemima retorted.

I stood up and put my arms around Jemima who was still sitting on her bar stool.

"So, am I classier than that?" I joked.

"Marginally," Jemima reluctantly conceded as she gave me a hug.

I was just about to kiss her when a couple of burly doormen came up to us looking very apologetic. The largest of the two spoke and said;

"I'm very sorry to disturb you, Mr Carter, but there are a couple at the door who say they're your guests. We'd be grateful if you could come and vouch for them."

"That'll be Matt and Izzie," I said to Jemima. "Come on let's go get them."

Matt and Izzie stood in the entrance hallway waiting patiently and once we'd all signed the guest book they were allowed in. Izzie looked good in her schoolgirl uniform without looking too slutty while Matt was every inch the naughty schoolboy.

"Jemima, these are our friends Matt and Izzie," I announced.

"Lesley told me all about you both this afternoon," Jemima declared as she gave them both a hug. "You're going to be Lesley's assistant," she told Izzie, "and apparently, as soon as she can get rid of Steven, Lesley plans on moving in with Matt and becoming his sex slave."

Matt and Izzie both laughed at the joke and Matt took the compliment graciously.

"Actually, Lesley called me this afternoon too, to tell me all about you Jemima," Izzie added.

"Oh yes. What did she say?"

"She said that you and Steven had a thing at University but that you lost touch for a few years. She also said that you're looking after him while she's away, keeping him out of trouble."

"Getting me into trouble more like," I joked. "You wouldn't believe what we ended up doing last weekend."

"Steven, you promised you wouldn't tell," Jemima pleaded, causing the rest of us to chuckle.

"Well, why don't we get the boys into some new trouble tonight then," Izzie suggested.

"I like her," Jemima told me, then turning to look at Matt she added, "And I think I could definitely be his sex slave."

We got some more drinks then Jemima asked Izzie if she wanted to go for a dance in the 'school disco'. It was very obviously code for 'we need to talk' but it gave Matt and I a chance to catch up.

"The girls have gone off to discuss us," I joked.

"It seems that way," Matt remarked, adding "Apparently Lesley told Izzie that Jemima was engaged. I think Izzie was a bit concerned about that."

"She is, but he's based in Hong Kong at present. They have an open relationship."

"Oh right." Matt acknowledged. "She's a bit posh, isn't she."

"Very," I agreed, "and she can be quite bossy and incredibly blunt at times too."

Matt chuckled at the description.

"Her life's been a bit empty the last couple of years though, and despite appearances it doesn't take much to knock her confidence," I confided. "So I'm counting on you to give her ego a bit of a boost tonight".

"Are you sure I'm her type?"

"Believe me you're exactly her type and she'd have told you by now if you weren't."

"I can see you've got a soft spot for her," Matt observed.

"Very much," I replied.

When the girls came back they looked happy, chatting and laughing with each other as they walked up to us. This time it was my turn to be hugged by Jemima while I sat at the bar stool. Izzie did the same to Matt and both Matt and I had the same reaction, grabbing the girls' arses and giving them a squeeze.

"Do you want to fuck Izzie?" Jemima asked in her direct manner.

"I'd like to."

"Good, because I want to fuck Matt and I can't do that unless you fuck Izzie."

"I'll do it for you then," I said trying to sound selfless. "Do you want us to leave you to it."

In an instant, the look of vulnerability returned to Jemima's eyes.

"No, don't," she replied. "It's been a while since I've had sex with a stranger. Would you stay for a while, until we get to know each other."

"You can trust Matt completely," I told her. "But I promise I won't leave until you want me to."

"Thank you."

I wondered what had made Jemima so insecure, she'd not been like that at Uni. But as soon as she knew I wasn't going to leave, her confidence returned. She let go of me and turned towards Matt and Izzie, tapping Izzie on the shoulder.

"I'm ready to swap now," she told her.

Izzie smiled, letting go of Matt then the two girls changed positions.

Taking Jemima's place, Izzie put her arms around my neck as I squeezed her buttocks. They felt softer than Jemima's bony backside. Izzie was what you would describe as 'fit', whereas Jemima was definitely in the 'thin' category. Izzie's curves were softer compared to Jemima's more angular features. One wasn't better than the other in my book, they were just different.

"She's quite bossy, isn't she?" Izzie chuckled.

"I hadn't noticed," I joked.

"I don't think Matt will mind. He's used to being bossed around," Izzie added before suggesting, "Would you like to go and find somewhere quiet?"

"Despite appearances, Jemima's a little nervous," I explained. "Would you mind if we stayed with her and Matt for a while?"

"Of course not. Does she like girls?"

"I think so but to be honest I think you're going to have a hard time prising her off Matt."

"Shame. I could do with the practise."

"Maybe later."

"Ok. But now I'm going to be bossy and demand some attention myself."

Izzie reached in for a kiss, our lips met and soon afterwards she had her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't help reaching up and feeling for her breasts even though they were constrained by her bra. Nevertheless, I cupped one and through the lacy material rubbed my thumb over the nipple until it began to harden.

"You want to play with my boobies little schoolboy?" she teased.

"You can have my lunch money if you let me," I told her which made Izzie chuckle.

We both turned to look at Jemima and Matt. Matt's shirt was undone while Jemima's panties were around her knees as he fingered her.

"We should probably find somewhere more private before those two have sex on the bar," I joked.

I got up and tapped Jemima on the shoulder.

"That's no way for a young lady to act in public," I told her in jest. "Pull your panties up. We're going to find somewhere better."

Jemima looked at me with a frustrated expression but did what she was told.

Lesley and I never seemed to play in the communal room at parties, so I thought it would be fun to go in there for a change. The dimly lit room had a sign outside saying "Student Common Room" and looked to have been set up in what must once have been the golf club's lounge. There were none of the bean bags, mattresses and stuffed cushions that you often associated with play-rooms however. Instead there were just the plush oversized red leather sofas that countless golfers must have sat on after they'd finished their rounds. The only light came from an overhead projector playing St Trinian's films from the 1960s against a wall.

The room was busy and couples were already playing when we walked in. Most were naked and I think that seeing them was a bit of an eye opener for Jemima. We claimed one of four big leather sofas arranged at right angles to each other and facing inwards, so that each sofa had a view of what was happening on the other three. In the middle was a coffee table on which condoms, tissues and bottled water had been placed.

Two of the sofas were already occupied and, from the ages of the participants, I'd have guessed it was a husband and wife who'd paired off with two of the paid extras. Both in their early forties, the wife was on one of the sofas going at it hammer and tongs in the missionary position with her much younger beau, while the husband and an equally young girl were still in the foreplay stage. The girl was a redhead and reminded me of Lesley a bit, although she was younger, taller, not so slim and with considerably bigger breasts, so it was only the hair really, and her smile.

Although there were two sofas available we only took up one to begin with. Matt and I sat down and the girls immediately straddled our laps.

"That's better," Izzie told me, taking her top off then removing her bra for me.

I undid my own shirt and removed it. Then, in an act of incredible self-control for me, I resisted the urge to play with her breasts.

"How have you been?" I asked putting my hands on her bare midriff instead.

"It's all been a whirlwind since coming back from Munich," she said.

"I can imagine."

"But a whirlwind in a good sense," she added. "I guess things haven't been easy for you either?"

"Never a dull moment," I told her. "Though, being the boss isn't as difficult as you might think."

"Do you miss Lesley?"

"Very much." I admitted, "To be honest I don't like being apart from her. But I can't deny that having Jemima around hasn't been fun."

"I'm surprised you're not exhausted. She seems like a live-wire."

"She's got a lot of catching up to do."

We both looked across at Matt and Jemima who were somehow already fucking. Matt, fully clothed but with his schoolboy trousers around his ankles and Jemima, still with her schoolgirl outfit on, her top pulled up over her breasts so that Matt could suck on her nipples.

"It looks like Jemima's got the right idea though," Izzie told me, tugging at my belt until it came free then unzipping my fly and reaching into my boxers.

I'd waited long enough and as Izzie began to wank my cock I reached up and grabbed her breasts, sucking on each nipple in turn until they were both like little bullets.

"I bet you've missed a real pair of breasts," Izzie teased looking over at Jemima.

"You don't know how much," I told her.

It didn't take Izzie long to wank me to hardness. When she had, she lifted herself up slightly which allowed me to tug my trousers down. Then, pulling her panties to one side with one hand and with the other still wrapped around my cock she guided herself down onto me.

You can tell when a woman's into you and I could see it in Izzie's demeanour. Looks-wise, I reckoned I could stand my ground with most guys. But I couldn't help feeling that Jemima was the one getting the better deal with the six foot tall, square shouldered, six packed, Matt. Perhaps there was something to being CEO of a venture capital company though. Maybe it did give you a certain 'gravitas'. Whatever the reason, Izzie was into me and I wasn't complaining.

"That feels good," she told me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately.

"What I really want is you lying down on that spare sofa," I told her.

Izzie giggled and lifted herself off me then walked over to the sofa. The wife and her younger partner on the adjacent sofa had finished now. He must have shot his load but was still on top of her, unable to break free, even if he'd wanted to. The wife's legs were wrapped firmly around his buttocks as if she hadn't finished with him yet. It was the husband who was enjoying himself now though. He had the pretty redhead bent over the arm of their sofa and was taking her from behind. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves and I could just about make out her imploring him to fuck her harder.

When Izzie lay back on the sofa and opened her legs for me, my interest in whatever was going on around me evaporated. Her blonde hair, pretty face and succulent breasts were a picture and I wasted no time climbing on top and sinking my cock into her. Izzie lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, allowing me to make long deep strokes into her. She responded by pushing her hips up against me, rubbing her clitoris against my pubic bone as we fucked. We kissed for a while and then I moved to one side of her head and began nuzzling the erogenous zone behind her ear.

"Don't stop that," she whispered urgently.

You can never be sure what's going to turn someone on. No two people are the same. That evening I learned that if you nuzzled behind Izzie's ears she was putty in your hands. I kept doing exactly that and Izzie kept grinding her pussy against me until I felt her digging her nails into my back as she came. She wasn't one for loud moans or anything like that but the way her body tensed left you in no doubt what was happening. Her legs locked around my waist and I could tell there was no way she was letting go until she was ready to. So, after she'd cum I slowed down and let her enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm, gently pressing my cock in and out of her.

I felt her grip on my waist loosen and lifted my head up to look at her face again.

"Your turn now. How do you want me?" Izzie asked.

"We're good as we are, but there's no rush," I told her. "I'm just savouring the moment."

I looked across to the husband and wife, who were now back together again. The two paid extras were gone, their job done. The wife was curled up in her husband's arms and they were kissing. They'd both just fucked someone else but you could see the genuine affection between the two of them. I couldn't help thinking about Lesley for a moment but then I remembered where I was and who I was with. I began to pump Izzie who was now focussed solely on my enjoyment. She kept encouraging me to cum inside her until, eventually, I obliged.

I stayed inside Izzie after I'd cum, getting the real 'girlfriend experience' from her. Eventually my cock popped out of her pussy and so I lifted myself up off her. I looked to see what Jemima and Matt were up to but there was no sign of them.

"Did you see Jemima leave?" I asked.

"They went a few minutes ago. Jemima waved but you were a bit pre-occupied at the time."

"Did she seem ok?"

"She was fine,"

I wondered if I should go and check. I didn't want anything spoiling her evening.

"Steven, you know Matt will take good care of her," Izzie reassured me. "He's not going to let anything happen. You know he's desperate to make a good impression on you."

"You're right," I agreed. "I'm overreacting."

"I'm trying to make a good impression too," she added, smiling seductively.

"It's working," I chuckled.

"You know I might be Lesley's personal assistant but you can have me any time you want."

"What have I done to deserve that?"

"It's part of my role, supporting you and Lesley," she told me cheerfully. "Plus, it helps that I have a thing for hunky, powerful guys."

"Not sure about the powerful bit," I chuckled.

"Really?" she laughed.

Chapter 8

Izzie and I got freshened up in the old locker rooms once used by the golfers. They were a bit like school changing rooms with slat benches and hooks to hang your clothes on. It had the feel of P. E. classes back in the day. Afterwards we got a drink and some food from the buffet. I thought we might meet up with Matt and Jemima, but we didn't. The young red-headed girl we'd seen earlier was there though, dressed in her hockey outfit. She must have recognised us because she looked guilty.

"Oh hi. You were in the common room earlier weren't you," she offered, adding "Erm, I know the food is meant for guests only, but I didn't think they'd miss a bit."

Judging by the amount of food on her plate, describing it as a 'bit' was stretching the truth. Any more and she might have been staging a robbery.

"I guess they can't say anything if you're keeping guests company," Izzie piped up. "Let's grab a table."

"Do you girls want a drink?" I asked assuming that the paid extras weren't allowed drinks either.

"Could I have a glass of champagne. Oh and a pint of lager too, if I'm not being too much of a pig."

Izzie and I already had our drinks so I went up and got champagne and a lager for her.

"There you go er..." I said putting down the drinks.

"It's Alice," she replied as she shovelled down her food..

"I'm Izzie and this is Steven," Izzie offered.

"Are you guys a couple?" Alice asked.

"No," we both chuckled.

"Shame. You look good together."

"Izzie's partner was the handsome guy on the other sofa," I explained.

"Now he was a hunk," Alice chuckled. "So was yours the skinny, sorry, I meant slim, girl with him."

"Kind of, she's a friend."

"So you're single?"

"No. Married."

"Oh."

"Steven's wife can't be here tonight so she set him up with Jemima," Izzie clarified.

Alice stopped talking for a moment, in order to demolish the glass of champagne and several vol-au-vents.

"So are you and the guy on the other sofa a couple?" Izzie asked.

"No," she laughed. "Ryan needed a partner for this. His girlfriend's working so he asked me. They've helped me out a lot recently, so I'm paying him back. It's my first time at one of these."

"How are you finding it?" I asked.

"It's fine. The old guy was really nice. I mean he was old enough to be my dad but he was really sweet and not a bad fuck either. Guys my age can be really selfish a lot of the time."

It was funny hearing her describe the guy who'd fucked her as old. He was only in his early forties.

"So what do you do?" Izzie asked.

"I'm between jobs right now. I really want to be an author. I'm trying to get a book published. It's like Romeo and Juliet meets Lord of the Rings. I wanted to write something women could relate to. It's not easy though. I'm struggling to get an agent and without an agent, publishers aren't interested."

"We know a publisher who might take a look, don't we Steven," Izzie suggested.

"Who's that? Because not a lot of publishers will touch science fiction," Alice explained.

"Durolitum Publishing."

"They publish David R Ashton. That guy's a god. Do you really think you could get them to take a look?"

"I'm sure we could," I agreed. "Izzie has all the connections, although it might take a couple of weeks. There are no guarantees it'll come to anything, though."

"Here's my card," Izzie said handing Alice a Durolitum business card.

"Assistant to the Managing Director, Durolitum Publishing," Alice exclaimed. "I can't believe it. I'd do anything to get my book in front of them."

"Well there is something you could do for me," Izzie said cheekily.

"What's that?" Alice asked.

"Do you like girls?"

"Of course," Alice said almost surprised that Izzie had to ask.

"I need some practise," Izzie declared.

"What you really need is the girls' dorm then," Alice suggested.

"What's that," Izzie asked.

"It's one of the rooms here. They run it every hour but spaces are limited."

"Can we check it out?" Izzie asked me hopefully.

"Sure," I replied.

Alice led us to a room at the far end of the building which had a sign on the door saying 'Girls' Dormitory'. When we walked inside there were two very attractive paid extras, both brunettes, and the older couple who'd been on the sofas earlier.

"Hi again," Alice said to the older couple who both seemed happy to see her.

"I'm Cindy and this is Cherie," one of the brunettes announced, although I doubted they were their real names somehow."

"We're sorry but there's only room for one more girl," Cherie, the other brunette added apologetically.

"You go," Alice told Izzie, "I'll look after your man for you."

"You can watch from up there," Cindy told us, pointing to a set of stairs which led up to a mezzanine floor/cum minstrels gallery.

The place must once have been an apartment with the mezzanine acting as the bedroom. There was still a bed in it, but two armchairs had also been strategically placed so that husbands could look down over the railings at their wives below. The ground floor meanwhile had been rearranged to look like a college dorm, with two single beds and a sofa in-between. On the walls were posters of pop stars like David Essex and the Bay City Rollers, to give the setting some authenticity.

Before we sat down in the armchairs the older guy turned to me and said, "I'm Mike by the way. My wife's Lorna."

"I'm Steven, that's Izzie," I said pointing back down the stairs. "And er this is..."

"We've already met" Alice giggled.

"We have," Mike replied slightly awkwardly.

Mike sat down in one of the armchairs and I sat down in the other. Without waiting to be asked, Alice immediately plonked herself down in my lap. For someone I'd only met half an hour ago the act felt strangely familiar and I rested my hand on her bare thigh. Close up I could smell sex on her and the scent of what must have been Mike's cologne on her neck and shoulders.

They dimmed the lights in the living room and the four girls sat on the sofa below, Cindy pairing off with Lorna, Cherie with Izzie. This clearly wasn't Lorna's first time and she took control of her partner whereas Izzie was happy to be led by hers. The contrast was between the two girls was obvious, Lorna and Cindy were both naked in no time at all and Lorna wasted no time pushing Cindy back into the sofa then climbing onto her and grinding her pussy along Cindy's thigh.

Seeing that Izzie needed some guidance Cherie was happy to take things slowly, starting with some light kisses and encouraging Izzie to explore her body. You could see Izzie gaining in confidence and soon the girls were kissing passionately, their hands roaming over each other.

As I watched it felt natural to move my hand up Alice's thigh until my fingers reached her pussy. She still had her regulation blue hockey knickers on and I struggled to pull the industrial strength gusset aside until Alice helped me by pulling them down and tossing them on the floor. I felt for the folds of her labia, teasing them apart and probing the entrance to her vagina. I'd half hoped she might still have Mike's cum in her but she was still quite dry and so I gently rubbed her clitoris with my thumb as I played with her pussy lips.

"It would be easier if you took your top off," I suggested.

"Not without a kiss first," she told me cheekily.

"Fair enough."

Alice was hungry to be kissed and she gave the sort of enthusiastic response a guy finds hard to resist but when we'd had our fill of each other's mouths she lifted her top off then removed her bra. If anything I'd underestimated the size of her breasts were. They were probably a D-cup and on Alice's relatively small frame they were just the way I liked them. I cupped one, lifting it up so that I could suck on her nipple and feasted on her for a few minutes.

I was just about to start on the other breast when we heard moaning from the floor below. We stopped to look over the balcony and saw it was Lorna making the noise. She and Cindy were scissoring, their thighs interlocked, rubbing against each other. Izzie and Cherie had progressed too. The two of them lay on one of the single beds, Cherie on top of Izzie grinding her pussy against Izzie's. Izzie had her legs tightly wrapped around Cherie's back, just like she'd wrapped them around me earlier that evening.

"They look like they're getting along," Alice chuckled, then suggested, "Would you like to do me while you watch?"

"Very much," I replied.

Alice got up out of my lap, turned around and bent herself over the banister looking down at the girls below. She stuck her backside out for me, her skirt barely covering her pussy. I got up and pushed my hand between her legs, fingering her to check if she was moist yet. She opened her legs a little bit wider for me and my fingers slipped into a well lubricated vagina. I wasted no time in pulling down my schoolboy trousers then Alice's hand reached around to feel for my cock. She grabbed it, gave it a few strokes then lined it up so that I could slide on into her. Once in, I reached around and grabbed both of her breasts as I began to fuck her.

I guess Mike must have been watching us. Between fucking Alice and watching Izzie I hadn't really paid him much attention. But then Alice looked over to where he was sitting and asked him if he wanted to join us. Mike seemed keen. He got up immediately and took his place to one side of her pulling his pants down to free his cock. I let go of Alice's breasts so that he could play with them and grabbed hold of her hips instead, while Alice let go of the banister with one hand and began to wank Mike's cock. The girls downstairs could see what was happening and Izzie gave me a smile as Cherie continued to hump her.

If I'd had to, I'd have guessed that Lorna was the driving force in her and Mike's sexual adventures. It seemed that she very much knew what she wanted and was going to do her utmost to make sure she got it. After a quick chat between her and Cindy, Cindy produced a strap on dildo from under one of the beds. I thought Cindy was going to put it on herself but she handed it to Lorna who stepped into the harness then allowed Cindy to do up the buckles for her. The rubber cock was longer and certainly thicker than the average male counterpart, but without being enormous. When it had been secured to Lorna's body Cindy slathered the length of the shaft with lubricant before getting on all fours and showing Lorna her backside. The phallus hung down between Lorna's legs and needed a firm hand to guide it into Cindy's waiting vagina. Lorna was gentle though, taking time to let Cindy grow acclimatised to its generous proportions. But when she had, Lorna began to up the tempo. Cindy buried her head in the pillow and you could hear her mewing like a cat in appreciation. Lorna took this as a sign to press on further until she was ramming her tool into poor Cindy with all the strength she could muster.

The sight of his wife pounding another woman was clearly driving Mike crazy and so I stepped aside and let him take over fucking Alice. I was fairly certain he wasn't going to last long though as he went at her like a man possessed. I played with Alice's nipples as he fucked her, squeezing them hard, which Alice seemed to enjoy and pretty soon she was orgasming just like Cindy who was clawing at the bedsheets as Lorna showed her no mercy.

Izzie and Cherie stopped humping, allowing Cherie to produce a double ended dildo which, after lubricating, Cherie inserted into the still recumbent Izzie before stuffing the other end in her own vagina. She held it in place with one hand while the two girls began kissing again.

Soon after Mike grunted, slowed and then shot his load into Alice.

"Sorry," he said rather pathetically, thinking he'd spoiled my fun.

"Don't be," I told him. "Just very carefully remove your cock so that I can fuck her while she's still full of your cum."

Alice must have heard what I'd said to Mike because as he withdrew she used her fingers to pull her pussy lips together until I'd had time to push my cock into her. She felt so slimy and creamy that I was in heaven and, thinking of nothing but my own gratification, I just grabbed hold of Alice's tits and fucked her over the banister for all I was worth. It was magical and in no time at all I'd added my load to Mike's.

"Sit back down in the chair," Alice instructed in a manner that suggested it was important.

I pulled out of her and did as I was told. Alice closed her pussy with her fingers again then climbed into my lap.

"Now scoop the cum out of me and smear it over my tits then suck it off."

I did as I was told, scooping out of her pussy a mixture of Mike's and my own cum along with Alice's juices, then smeared it over her chest. I then grabbed her breasts roughly and licked and sucked on them until only saliva remained then began chewing on her nipples.

"Don't stop," she told me as one of her hands felt for her clitoris and she began to frig herself.

Alice wasn't gentle with herself and when it came, her orgasm was huge. I'd gone pretty hard on her teats but when I saw she was past the point of no return I eased off. She begged me to carry on though, as she drove herself to a brain frazzling, body shaking, climax.

"Sorry about that," she said afterwards. "I haven't had an orgasm like that in ages and when I saw my chance I just went for it. I love guys cumming in me and it's such a turn on when they suck it off my tits afterwards."

"I'm glad I could help," I chuckled.

"You liked fucking my pussy after Mike, didn't you."

"I've always had a thing for it," I admitted.

We had a bit of a kiss and a cuddle for a while then cleaned ourselves up as best we could with tissues before putting some clothes back on.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then," she said offering me her hand. "If you wouldn't mind please remind Izzie about my manuscript."

"'ll make sure her boss gets it," I told her. "Thank you for what was definitely great sex."

"It was wasn't it. You did say you were married, didn't you?"

"I did," I chuckled.

"Damn," she said jokingly. "Too late again."

I found Izzie downstairs, still lying on the bed in the arms of Cherie. The double dildo they'd previously enjoyed lay beside them looking like a big fat snake.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked.

"The best," Izzie replied dreamily. "Thanks to this lady."

The two girls kissed and then Izzie reached over to me and gave me a kiss too.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked.

"I did," I told her.

Chapter 9

We met Matt and Jemima back in the bar. Jemima had a big grin on her face which was enough to tell me that, whatever she'd been doing, she'd had a good time doing it. It was getting late now and time for everyone to head off, but then Jemima announced that she wanted to thank Uncle Hillary before we left. So we said our goodbyes to Izzie and Matt then went in search of Sir Hillary.

He wasn't hard to find, in fact it was almost as if he'd been waiting for us.

"Duck darling, did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.

It was interesting to hear Sir Hillary call her Duck. Only her friends did that.

"I did, but now I have some questions Uncle Hillary."

"You are your father's daughter," Sir Hillary responded. "Why don't we find somewhere private?"

Sir Hillary led us to a small office that might once have been used by the golf club secretary and we all sat down.

"What's going on?" Jemima asked.

"Humour me. Tell me what you think is going on," Sir Hillary replied.

"Steven's Blackfinch isn't he. And I don't mean the legitimate part. It's pretty obvious you've trained him but I'm guessing his real value to you is his job in Durolitum. Matt and Izzie work for him don't they?"

Sir Hillary thought for a moment.

"In a nutshell, yes."

"Does my father know?"

"He does."

"That explains why the surveillance outside Daniel's flat stopped."

"Yes."

"What surveillance?" I asked.

"You've not trained him that well," Jemima chuckled.

"He's a work in progress. So are Matt and Izzie. We're playing a long game here."

"Does Lesley know?" Jemima asked.

"Lesley is as much a part of this as Steven," Sir Hillary confirmed.

You could see that Jemima was a bit taken aback by this revelation but she didn't let it stop her.

"I want to be a part of it too, Uncle Hillary."

Sir Hillary paused again.

"You know you can't work for Blackfinch, not officially, Duck darling. Your father would never allow it. And what would Miles say?"

"Oh stuff Miles." Jemima said, her frustration obvious. "He's never around anyway."

"There is one way you could be involved."

"How?"

"You have feelings for Steven don't you. It's more than just sex isn't it?"

Jemima looked guiltily at me.

"I guess," she replied.

"And you're close to Lesley too."

"I am but I'd never try to steal Steven, if that's what you're insinuating."

"It isn't. Quite the opposite in fact. Steven and Lesley could do with your help. They need to increase their exposure with the establishment and someone of your standing, even if you've been out of the limelight for some time, could help them with this."

"I suppose," Jemima replied a nonplussed by the offer.

"There is more however," Sir Hillary continued, pausing for effect. "It would need to become known that you are their lover and this would be an open secret. I want people whispering about how scandalous your lives are."

Jemima's face lit up at the prospect.

"Your lifestyle might need to change a little. If you're going to introduce Steven and Lesley into society then you're going to have reintroduce yourself too. You've become a bit of a recluse of late haven't you?"

"I guess."

"It would mean spending more time with Steven and Lesley, and perhaps being even more intimate with both of them than you are now. Do you think you could do that?"

"I could do that," Jemima smiled.

"Excellent. There is one last thing," Sir Hillary added, almost dangling it like a carrot in front of her.

"What?"

"You've heard of the Hennessy dynasty?"

"Of course."

"Well, Lesley has become close to Jason Hennessy and Steven with his fiancé. They've become part of a small group of their friends who the couple feel they can relax with."

"You mean have sex with."

"I do," Sir Hillary clarified. "If Jason Hennessy's political career blossoms as everyone expects it to, then having him as an ally could be very useful, both to Blackfinch and to your father."

"And what would you want me to do?" Jemima asked hopefully

"As Steven and Lesley's lover it would be easy to introduce you into this circle of friends. Americans love the English upper class. From there your role would be to get close to the Hennessy's and their friends."

"You mean have sex with them?"

"I do."

"Will I get the same training as Lesley and Izzie?"

"I can arrange for you to receive the same training as Izzie."

"Then I'll do it," Jemima said without hesitating.

"But you can't tell anyone about this. Not even Miles"

"Understood. Does my father need to know?"

"I'll speak to him."

"Thank you Uncle Hillary. I won't let you down."

I had the overwhelming feeling that Jemima had been played. But was it really that if she got what she wanted too?

"I have a question," I interjected. "What does your father do exactly, Duck?"

"I'll take you to meet him next week. Then he can tell you himself," Jemima replied.

Chapter 10

As we left Sir Hillary's office, Jemima looked like the cat that who'd got the cream. We collected her coat from the cloakroom and headed for the exit, only to find Alice standing outside looking anxious. She was no longer dressed as a schoolgirl, just jeans and a tee-shirt now.

"You aren't going back to London by any chance?" she asked hopefully. "My lift seems to have gone without me."

"This is Alice," I told Jemima. "Izzie and I met her earlier."

"Why don't you come back and spend the night with us?" Jemima suggested salaciously. "We can drop you back in the morning."

"Thank you for the offer, but I have a dog and I need to get back for her."

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Hammersmith?"

"No problem," I said. "It's on our way."

"Thank you so much."

Alice squeezed into the back seat of the Porsche and we set off. It was late and everyone was a bit tired although Jemima was still on a bit of a high after talking to Sir Hillary and wanted to chat.

When we got to Hammersmith, Alice guided us to her house, if you could call it that. The property had boarded up windows and a big sign saying, "condemned" on the door.

"You live here?" Jemima asked in disbelief.

"It's a long story but, yes," Alice admitted. "Well until they start knocking it down."

"Does it have water and electricity?" I asked.

"No," Alice admitted.

"What sort of a dog do you have?"

"She's a labrador."

"Is she friendly?"

"She loves people."

"Then you should go and get her. You're probably best coming home with us."

Alice didn't argue. The three of us got out of the car and she led us to the front door. The door didn't lock, anyone could have walked in, but when Alice opened it we were greeted by a beautiful black labrador who was so happy to see us. I gave her a stroke and she whimpered with excitement.

"She's called Coco," Alice told us putting the dog on a lead and taking her into the front garden to pee. The poor dog squatted for ages, she must have been bursting.

"I'll just go get my things and my manuscript. I don't want to lose that," Alice explained

"I can't really take her to Daniel's," I told Jemima while we waited. "We'll have to go to Wimbledon."

Alice returned with a holdall and a portable type writer. We squeezed her luggage in the Porsche's small front trunk then she and Coco climbed into the back of the car. Coco was as good as gold on the drive to Wimbledon. She sat in the back seat looking at what was going on, happy to be with Alice.

I hadn't been home since the previous weekend and when we pulled up on the drive I could see a light on in the hallway. Somebody was home, though I wasn't sure who. We made a bit of noise as we entered the house, so that whoever was inside didn't think we were burglars. The tactic worked and soon afterwards Carole and Marcel came downstairs to see what the commotion was.

I gave a Carole a big hug then shook Marcel's hand while Jemima and Carole hugged.

"Marcel this is Jemima and this is Alice," I said, introducing the girls. Then, stroking the dog, I added, "and this is Coco."

Marcel politely greeted everyone with a slightly confused look on his face.

"I could try to explain what's going on," I offered, "but it's very late. So would you mind if we caught up in the morning?"

To be continued...