I Need a Husband

Chapter 1

Where to start really? Perhaps I can give you all a clue by telling you that after graduation I joined a bank. That’s true. I did. Me. i actually joined a Bank. And now I am happily married.

What’s new there, you are thinking? Girl leaves uni, gets job, gets married. Boring!! Possibly so to you, but what a married life.

As I speak Perry is lying on the bed spreadeagled, well tied actually, recovering from an hour of sex. He has had his cock rubbed, tickled, iced, licked, bitten and sucked until it was sore and then I rode him for another fifteen minutes before he came. Of course I love him. It wasn’t punishment. That’s entirely separate and maybe tomorrow.

I have had my work cut out training him over the three years that we have been married.

If I explain that his full name is Peregrine Farquhar and that he still is a computer nerd you might understand a little more. All I have done is add a little spice to his life. Well, quite a lot actually.

I will go back and explain the full story how I, Frankie Foxall, party girl extraordinaire, came to be married and settled so quickly.

I got a 2.1 in English from a good red-brick Uni and, after a farewell term of screwing everything that moved, had to pack my bags and return to my Home Counties family. My younger sister, Emma, was in her last year of school before going off to Uni and I was told, in no uncertain terms, to behave myself and not be a bad example to my already fairly wild sister.

I renewed my love affair with my horse and settled in to life at home.

I really did behave. I had to. You never want to shit on your door-step anyway but in this particular backward area of rural England there was no-one around that I knew to get excited about.

All the boys I knew when I was at school were either tiresome or somewhere else in the country and I could hardly go out with my sister’s friends, could I? Could I? Probably not without getting a bad reputation, and that was something I really didn’t want. I had only been a wild girl away from home.

My parents of course put pressure on me to get a job rather than ride Snaffles all day. He seemed quite happy about the idea particularly as Emma was beginning to desert him for studies and boys. Not necessarily in that order.

Anyway, get a job I did. My father had contacts in the City and before I even knew it I was the Personal Assistant to a minor bank director. A minor bank, and a minor director. He thought he was really important so it was never going to last long. I could not be respectful enough. He just made me laugh. But I tried to get along with him and keep a low profile. I did not date anyone from the office and really only had a couple of flings outside it. There was one guy I had high hopes for, but a two-week holiday together put closure on any possible romance. I guess it could have been my fault. Maybe the place where we went offered too much in the way of competition to me. He did prove to me that he would never have remained faithful. Does that make me a hypocrite? I guess it does.

Anyway, back to the bank. After I had been there almost a year

I did keep bumping into one of the other directors, in the lift, in the canteen and even in the pub in the evening. I began to wonder whether he was stalking me. He was pretty smooth, for someone called Arthur, but come on, he must have been nearly fifty. Forty-eight I found out actually.

He subtly chatted me up I guess and, as he was reasonably good-looking, at least for a father-figure, I guess I responded.

I suddenly realised that we were almost dating. I mean, there we were in a nice restaurant having dinner.

What’s this? He is now talking about his son now fifteen, and a wife!

He explained to me that he was very happily married but, ‘Here we go’, I thought, ‘his wife doesn’t understand him’.

I was brutally shocked to hear that all he wanted was a new PA.

Had I lost my charms. I didn’t think so. He had however made me more determined to flirt with him and get a reaction.

I was of course delighted to accept the job anyway and get away from my self-important twerp.

Arthur quickly arranged the transfer to our three-way delight and I settled in as his new PA.

Life didn’t change that much. Arthur headed up the Private Equity Group of which I knew absolutely nothing.

I did however understand men and I knew that he hadn’t picked me for my brains. He didn’t even know I had any.

He did like my tits though and even more so my legs and ass.

As my skirts got shorter the compliments got more effusive.

He did draw the line at skimpy tops however, as I got to find out. I came in on a Friday with a strappy little top, scoop fronted and fairly flimsy. Oh and no bra. Well, it was a Friday. Dress-down day. Admittedly my aureoles and nipples were a little obvious.

‘Frankie,’ he called me in to his office. ‘Close the door behind you. Take a seat.’

I sat in front of him, crossed my legs, squirmed a little and re-crossed them. I knew he liked that.

‘I may have to give you a written warning about your conduct,’ he started.

I was shocked. I really hadn’t done anything wrong. My mouth must have dropped open in shock.

‘Now unless you admit you are a bad girl and apologise, I am going to have to write that letter.’

There was something about the ‘bad girl’ words that made me stop and think.

I squirmed again and re-crossed my legs. It was not wasted on him. I noticed his eyes drop to my hemline.

‘You cannot come into the Bank, not even on dress-down Fridays without underwear. That top is far too skimpy, I can see your nipples through it. What would customers think. They would think I had a tart for a P A. And no panties either I suspect.’

I was eager to please.

‘I have got panties on today. I mean I always wear them, well almost always.’

‘Don’t lie to me Miss Foxall,’ he said sternly. That skirt is so short I can see practically up to your navel. Which by the way is not a problem on Fridays or any other day. I know fashion for you young things is important and I understand the current fashion is for short skirts.’

Yeah right, I thought, he doesn’t give a fig for fashion just short skirts.

‘But Mr. Knowles, I really have got panties on, I will show you.’ I said getting to my feet. ‘But actually, maybe I had better not because they are a little flimsy sir.’

‘I think I had better see them. Just to make sure they are suitable.’

He sat slowly drumming his fingers on the desk.

‘Come on. We haven’t got all day on this little disciplinary action.’

As it happened I think we had got all day. All afternoon anyway. It was Friday afternoon about three o’clock, so he was probably the only director in the Bank at that time.

I slowly raised my skirt up my thighs. The skirt was so short I had worn tights not stockings and I could see disappointment registering on his face as the slightly thicker bands at the top hove into view. I stopped for effect.

‘I hate tights. And, as I thought,’ he said. ‘No knickers.’

I was quick to pull them up another six inches to show the thin white strip of my g-string under the offending tights.

He waved me to turn around.

I knew that my bum looked pretty good even in tights. The thin string down the cleft merely exaggerating the pert cheeks.

‘Right, he said. ‘You appear to be telling me the truth. Do you agree that you have been a bad girl though for not wearing a bra?’

‘Yes, Mr. Knowles. I am sorry I will always wear one in future. Do you want to check each morning when I come in?’ I continued coquettishly.

‘Maybe so,’ he mused. ‘But first, as a bad girl do you think you should be punished?’

Now I saw where this was going. I started to salivate. Between the legs, that is. I felt my pussy turn to liquid.

Let’s make this easy for him, I thought.

‘Yes Mr. Knowles, my father said girls should always get six slaps on the bottom when they have been bad.’

‘Would that have been on a bare botttom, Miss Foxall?’

‘Well it is so long since I have been a bad girl at home that I do not remember Mr. Knowles. It would probably be better, and that way you are not likely to damage my panties or tights with your wedding ring.’

He wasn’t going to get it all his own way.

‘Yes quite, Miss Foxall.’ He harrumphed gently. ‘I think that, if you accept this punishment, we shall be able to forget about the whole thing. There will be no need for me to write the warning letter and we will never need to mention it again. To anyone.’

‘Yes Mr Knowles.’ I bowed my head so that he wouldn’t see the little grin on my face. We were going to have fun discussing my Christmas Bonus next month, even though I had only been in his department for two months so far.

I flipped my skirt up my back and leant flat over his desk top.

He took the hint and stood up to walk around the desk, behind me. I saw him adjusting the front of his trousers.

He pulled down my tights and panties in one smooth motion. He had done this before.

‘I see you are a little wet, Miss Foxall. Do you need to go to the toilet? I will wait here for you if so.’

My face went very red. He knew how much I was enjoying this.

‘No thank you Mr Knowles. It was just a little warm in the canteen earlier. I must have perspired a lot.’

He wiped his fingers through the slowly forming trickle, his finger-tips just grazing my outer lips and the rapidly firming clit which I am sure would be now visible. ‘Mmm.’

I jumped as the first slap stung my right buttock. Three more rapidly followed, left, right, left.

The last two were more central, the last one low enough to slap my pussy lips rather than cheeks. I maintained a dignified silence.

‘Well done Miss Foxall. Glad to hear that you did not cry out this time.’

This time?

‘Get dressed now and leave me to finish these reports.’

Finish a hand-job more like. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to help, but I thought it would be more fun to wait.

‘You can go home early if you have finished. Oh, and by the way. That sounded like a very good idea of yours. I think we will implement it from Monday.’

I looked puzzled.

‘The underwear check,’ he said. ‘Can’t have you improperly dressed all over the office. And think about those tights as well. Good night.’

Chapter 2

‘Coming Darling.’

Perry was calling from the bed where he was still tied up. When we first married he was quite meek and even a little downtrodden. I blamed his mother. With her and I it was loathe at first sight.

‘Untie me and take my place. Wait, get me hard first.’

I licked my lips and got down to one of my favourite occupations. I may not be good at housework or even cookery, but boy can I get him hard.

He had managed to get a couple of hours sleep after our earlier session so it was no problem arousing him. By the time I had licked his crack, from his arse to his balls and back, a couple of times he had regained the start of his tumescence. It rapidly firmed in my mouth as I licked and sucked. As it gradually got harder I was forced to try to swallow more and more down my throat until I was gagging.

‘Enough. Untie me. Take that robe off and lie face down on the bed.’

He issued his instructions. I love being dominated like this. What was he going to do to me?

He slipped my hands into the chamois leather cuffs that we use. They are tight enough to hold you in but just stretchable enough to remove your own hands in an emergency.

He pushed a large thick pillow under my hips before tying my feet with the same silk scarves that I had used to tie him.

He slipped a blindfold over my eyes. He knows I like this.

Lying on my front I couldn’t see much anyway but this enabled my imagination to wander.

Was Brad Pitt a surprise guest, or maybe the Wasps first fifteen?

I felt a nose and tongue nuzzle between my parted legs. The nose homed in on my ass-hole, the tongue my clit and sticky lips.

It seemed like forever that my lover, and I suspected that it was still Perry, licked, probed and nibbled.

I know that I dribbled juice over his tongue. I felt him using it to lubricate my ass.

Now I knew what was to happen to me.

I felt him reaching for the bedside table.

Good, he was going to lube me properly. Usually it would be unnecessary but on this occasion I felt his urgency to thrust inside me.

Wham bam thank you mam was the style of the day.

His finger was cold with jelly. Two fingers ensured I was well lubricated but did nothing to stretch me for the coming ordeal.

‘Ohhh,’ I groaned. As much as anything in anticipation.

He slammed into me.

‘Take that Sheila.’ He was still reading that book about the Australian outback where men are men. I also suspect he remembered our holiday there.

I had no complaints. That’s how I like them. Men as men.

Neither of us lasted more than a few moments. The short strokes quickly followed the long thrusts that started my engine.

We came together, a fairly regular but by no means important event. He knew enough to finish me off properly if I asked. Unless he really wanted to punish me that is, when he would tease me for another hour, knowing when to stop just before I got to orgasm.

He untied me and we cuddled to fall asleep.

After all it was four in the afternoon, we had enjoyed a couple of long sessions.

But enough of my current life. I have not yet described how this hunk of mine came into my world.

The Monday after my spanking I dressed to kill. Little black suit, short but respectable, white blouse, bra, panties and suspenders to match. Black sheer stockings completed the outfit.

I was seated demurely at my desk emailing Lucy, an old Uni friend, when he arrived. I was tempted to entertain her with the goings-on of Friday afternoon. I may have no secrets from her, but I sure as hell was not confident about how secure the system was from prying eyes in the IT Department.

I took in his usual first cup of coffee, on this occasion closing the door behind me.

He looked surprised and expectant. My smile showed him that he had nothing to fear that I was mad about Friday. I wondered whether he had been on tenterhooks all weekend. Was he worried that I would report him? Should I have played him a little more?

I stood in front of his desk and slowly unbuttoned my jacket, which I draped over the chair.

I paused to see whether he would speak.

He didn’t. This was a test of nerves. I decided against asking if I should continue. He caught my eyes and pointedly looked at my chest.

I love that masterful attitude.

I dropped my eyes and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it from my skirt to open it wide.

His eyes showed me that I should drop it over the chair.

His eyes caught me again. I was to get to know those blue eyes well I thought.

They looked straight at my skirt.

Up or down I thought?

He knew what I was thinking. He looked at the chair,

Oh shit. Down and off.

I knew the door wasn’t locked, but surely no-one would just come in if his PA was not there to announce them. Only another director maybe.

I blanched, undid the zip and stepped out of it, hanging it with my other clothes on the chair.

‘Perfect, Miss Foxall. Now just let me say that I may have been a bit hasty the other day when I said you should always wear a bra and panties. You must get to know me well enough to know which days are suitable for, shall we say a more unstructured approach. Perhaps today would be one of those days. Your shirt is a little see-through so maybe you will need to keep your jacket on. And as for the panties, well, your skirt is amply long enough to cover a multitude of sins, shall we say.’

Pompous bugger. I guessed that he wanted me to strip off in front of him.

I hesitated.

He very obviously looked at his watch.

‘I have a meeting at 9.30 I hope no-one is early.’

That encouraged me to slip down my panties and shed my bra. I quickly reached for the skirt and blouse, and he made no move to stop me. Just as I placed my arms into the jacket to finish dressing there was a half knock at the door and it was slowly opened by, of all people, the Chairman.

‘Arthur, Good morning. I hope I am not interrupting anything?’

‘Not at all Leonard. We had just finished Miss Foxall? Hadn’t we?’

‘Indeed Mr Knowles. I should be able to keep myself busy all day now.’

Great, but can you bring us four coffees in first please? Ah good here are Graham and Charles.’

I was looking surreptitiously around to see where my underwear had gone. I am sure it had been on the desk. There was no sign of it. Arthur must have put it in his drawer as the door opened. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. This was a new job and I really was not going to become the office bike. That was not going to get me a salary raise.

I returned a few moments later with a tray of coffees and biscuits. Arthur was at his desk looking at some papers, the others sat on three sides of the coffee table away from him.

I bent straight legged from the waist to lower the tray to the table. I could feel Arthur’s eyes on my legs. I guessed that the skirt was short enough to show the tops of my stockings, but not my bottom. Enough is enough, I thought. He knew what secrets were close to being unveiled.

I wondered whether he would have to adjust his clothing again to walk around the desk.

I returned demurely to my desk outside his office and kept myself busy until the meeting finished, moments before they all went to lunch together.

It was obviously going to be quiet morning for me.

A three-hour lunch was quite common but I guessed he would come back reeking of alcohol, with only one thought on his mind. Me.

By now I was bored anyway and more than ready to indulge in a little sex-play.

I was not wrong. As he walked through the door he asked me to join him in his room and close the door. He rarely closed the door unless he had a private meeting so I was able to guess that I was going to be the focus of his attentions.

‘Mr Knowles, do you still have my underwear? Might I have it back please?’ I said coyly.

He lifted the pieces from his top drawer, raising my panties to his nose to sniff the gusset.

‘Perfumed,’ he said. ‘Delightful, but maybe I should have let you wear them longer? Perhaps you could jog to work?’

I assumed that was a joke but heard myself saying that ‘Some lunchtimes I play squash and so maybe those days…’ I let the words tail off to see his reaction.

He grinned like the cat that got the cream, or maybe the man that would lap the cream.

‘Come closer Miss Foxall, here beside my chair.’

I could see the bulge in his trousers. It was either padded or he had quite a cock on him.

I opened the buttons on my jacket so that he could see the shapes of my nipples sticking through the blouse.

I was really quite aroused myself. I love not knowing what will happen next.

He reached up and tweaked them both, one after the other. Firm enough to make me bite my lip to stop myself from squealing. Firm enough to make them rock hard like a finger joint.

‘Turn around please.’

I couldn’t believe it, a please. It almost hit the wrong note with me. He was not quite as dominant as I thought.

‘Yes Master.’ I thought this might get it back on the right note.

It did.

‘Touch your toes my girl, feet apart.’

He flipped my skirt over my back and fondled my cheeks. He smoothed, them, pinched them, smelt them and even kissed them, until eventually he put his hands firmly onto my snatch.

I wriggled my feet further apart, and felt him feel around for my clitoris with his middle finger. His thumb gradually stroked my arsehole.

Two fingers disappeared deep within me.

‘You are very wet my dear. Have you been thinking about sex all afternoon?’

‘All day,’ I retorted. ‘You can’t take away a girl’s knickers without her being aware of it all day. And my nipples have practically worn a hole in the shirt.’

He laughed and motioned for me to stand up and turn back to face him. I started to wonder what he would do next.

I turned and hoisted my skirt to the waist, still standing with my legs half a metre apart.

The phone went.

‘Hello darling. Yes, you have come straight through to me. My new PA is off on an errand for me.’

A worried look crossed his face, followed by a pleading one as he put his finger to his lips for silence.

I noticed that they were sticky and shiny. They were the ones that had been up my vagina.

I stayed quiet. He knew I could have dropped him in it and gave me a grateful smile. He was not nearly as dominant with his wife as he was with me.

‘Yes, no, I had not forgotten that we were at the Von Kreigs for dinner, but I am running a little late. Yes, okay I will leave any minute now.’

He put the phone down and looked every bit the harassed husband.

‘I have to leave now,’ he almost apologised to me.

I must admit I could have done with a good fucking. I would have to go home and play with myself. I had no date tonight.

I actually realised that I was enjoying the company of this pervy old man. Well maybe not that old maybe, but definitely pervy.

He was as fickle as the weather. Some days I would show him my underwear and it was as if I didn’t exist. Other days he would get me to remove either my bra or panties or sometimes both.

On the Thursday I had a game of squash arranged.

‘Mr Knowles,’ I murmured coyly, before raising my skirt to show him my panties. ‘Could I have an extra half hour lunch today to play squash please?’

I raised my skirt to show him a thick pair of white cotton sports briefs.

‘Yes please,’ he said. ‘I mean that will be fine. Come straight back here afterwards will you, I may have an errand for you.

I knew what he wanted and smiled.

‘Yes Mr Knowles, I am playing from one to two, I can be back by two fifteen if that will suit you? Maybe I can shower in the toilets later?’

‘You can use my private shower in the executive washrooms,’ he said. And turned to business.

I don’t know what my opponent thought when I made my excuses and left without showering. She had beaten me quite comfortably and made me do a lot of running around. What with the sweat and the anticipation of a sexy afternoon my gusset was running. I knew if my mind had been on the squash I would have played better. I might even have beaten her. I kept seeing her little white knickers every time she bent over to retrieve the ball. All I could think about was how wet mine were getting. I agreed to play again the following Thursday. I knew I would have no problem getting the time off.

I stood at my desk and flipped the intercom.

‘Ahhh Miss Foxall, can you come into my office please.’

I just hoped he was on his own.

He was.

‘Come over here. Stand beside me. That’s right. Now just raise your skirt slowly to the waist.’

I very, very, slowly inched my short, pleated skirt up my thighs. It wasn’t long enough to take long but I enjoyed watching him salivate. He was literally licking his lips, his eyes intently focussed on my moving hem line.

Tentatively he gently touched my knee with his fingers. He slowly grazed his way up my thigh until his fingers hovered between my legs within an inch of my panties. I almost screamed when at last, he touched me. I really needed to come. My mind was playing sexy games but my body wasn’t. Yet.

He thrust his fingers between my legs and gripped the gusset of my panties so hard that they leaked moisture all over his fingers. He sniffed and then licked them before inserting them between my legs again, this time under my panties. I squirmed as his fingers wriggled between my sopping lips. His other hand snaked round behind me as if to pull my bum towards him.

‘Take them off.’ he breathed. ‘Bend over the desk.’

I knew I was going to get fucked. I hoped it was not going to be in the arse. As enjoyable as that is I wanted his cock nudging my g-spot at this moment in time. I quickly slipped off and lowered myself, prone over the desk, my clit rubbing against the edge. Almost behind me, I saw him pick up my knickers, bury his face in them and take a few deep breaths. I was a little surprised when instead of dropping his trousers and ramming into me he buried his nose and mouth in my crack.

It was wonderful. His moustache tickled, I almost laughed to think what it must smell like. He licked and licked, from my clit to my arsehole and back again. He practically buried his nose inches deep into my bum-hole. I started to come. I just needed him to fuck me. The first touch and I would start to come. I heard him drop his trousers and as he moved forward I felt him ejaculate all over my bottom. I practically screamed with frustration.

‘Ooooh, thank you Miss Foxall. That will be all for the time being.’

I hadn’t got the words inside me with which to make my feelings clear. I jumped to my feet and if looks could kill he would have dropped dead on the spot. I spun about and slammed his door. Returning to my desk I was practically crying with frustration and pent up-rage now.

It was two forty-five. I threw open his door to see him lying back in his chair with his eyes closed and my panties draped over his nose and mouth. With all the sarcasm I could muster I said ‘Goodnight Mr. Knowles. I am going home. I may be back in the morning.’

Chapter 3

Well, I did go back of course. I hadn’t even started to milk the situation I found myself in and, more importantly, I had achieved a couple of fantastic orgasms in the shower and on the bed at home with one of my vibrators.

This had put me in a much better mood and a couple of drinks in a wine bar later with an old friend had sealed the feeling. I was back in control. I think that while a lot of the frustration was caused by needing the physical sex when it had appeared to be about to be offered, it was no doubt true that I felt used and abused because he didn’t appear to want to fuck me.

That hurt.

I rationalised it by accepting that this way he could perhaps tell his wife that he was completely faithful.

Yeah right. Like eating isn’t cheating.

Still there I was next morning with a sunny smile and no knickers.

‘Good morning, Mr Knowles. I would like to apologise for my early departure yesterday afternoon. I wasn’t feeling very well, I am afraid. As you can see, I am much better this morning.’

I slowly raised my hem above my crotch.

‘I will however understand if you feel that I should be, perhaps, well, er, chastised, this evening before I go home. Perhaps made to write one hundred lines, ‘I must not get frustrated if I do not understand all the work I am given.’ That might be suitable, or maybe you could think of some other form of punishment?’

A long slow beam had transfigured his face from solemn and maybe a little apprehensive. Just like the rising of the sun over the horizon transforms night into glowing morning. Another lovely day.

‘Delighted that you are feeling better Miss Foxall. I was worried that you would do something rash. Please in return accept my apologies if in any way I am not the perfect boss. I aim to please but perhaps also need some correction from time to time.’

The rash of innuendoes came thick and fast. I wondered whether he wanted me to beat him perhaps. That might be fun, I thought.

This was one day that passed quickly. While I have given the impression that we never did any work, from time to time the Private Equity group that he ran was incredibly busy and this was one such day.

We were so busy that he almost forgot about the punishment due to me. I know that I hadn’t. Even while preparing documents frantically I was squirming about in my seat anticipating the evening’s entertainment. I was not altogether surprised therefore when he asked me if I could work a little overtime, say until seven o’clock.

I heard him explaining this to his wife as well. He sounded so plausible I thought for a minute that I may even have some more document preparation to do.

After receiving what I suspect was a tongue-lashing from her he agreed to meet her in the River Room restaurant at seven thirty. I had never been there and was determined that soon this would change. I wondered whether it was the sort of place you took your wives but not your mistress? I would find out.

I got the call at about six.

‘Miss Foxall. Have you just about finished for the night?’

‘Yes Sir, I think I have finished everything I can do out here,’ I lisped.

Licking my lips I continued in a little girly voice that I knew he liked.

‘I have tried to be ever so good today. You know, to make up for being so bad yesterday.’

He took the hint.

‘Yes, about yesterday. Come into my room young lady. Close and lock the door behind you.’

I did as he had asked and stood demurely by his desk.

He opened his drawer and pulled out a plastic ruler about thirty centimetres long. He slapped it down on the leather of his desk a couple of times.

My heart missed a couple of beats I am sure. I started to get even moister. My lips need licking. They all did.

I hoped the rulers bark was going to be worse than its bite.

‘Take off your blouse Miss Foxall. You have been a very bad girl. That was a disgracefully petulant demeanour you displayed last night. I hope that you will remember this in due course?’

I expected to be laid over the desk and started to raise my skirt in anticipation.

‘Who told you to move my girl? Stand upright. Hands clenched behind your back. Stick those insignificant lumps of flesh that you call breasts out so that I might see them better. Come on, you can push them out more than that.’

I was so busy pushing my magnificent pair right out that I was shocked to feel the ruler land from an open-handed slap on my left breast, followed rapidly by a backhanded blow to my right one. Crying out in agony made me realise why he wanted the door closed and locked.

I grabbed one in each hand to massage away the pain.

A flurry of blows landed upon the backs of my hands.

‘Who told you that you could move your hands? Put them back behind your back. This instant.’

I did. I held my smarting hands together, wringing them behind me. The smarting was still not nearly as bad as the pain creeping out from the two red stripes, one on each breast.

He no more than flicked the ruler flat onto each nipple and I jumped like a scalded cat. I kept my hands behind me though.

‘Good girl. You will get to appreciate a good punishment in due course.’

I remember wondering how often he caned his wife’s nipples. Unfortunately the thought brought a smile to my face and further treatment, now on the insides of my poor mounds.

Eventually stripes were visible above, below and on either side of the nipples. The nipples themselves were rock hard, rampant and crimson red where they had been slapped after each stripe was applied.

Eventually he stopped and applied himself to my bum. I had been manhandled over the desk and my skirt raised over my back.

He only gave me two hard slaps before I started to come.

I held on firmly to the other side of his desk. I rubbed my clit along the edge and this, and the beating, was enough to make me orgasm.

Seeing this he quickly dropped the ruler and ejaculated over my bottom and the inside of my skirt.

Ever the gentleman he lent me his handkerchief to wipe away his spunk.

It was an orgasm, but really, not as good as a fuck. I was beginning to get a little frustrated probably because I also didn’t have a regular boyfriend.

I had to do something about that. Go out more? Try internet dating?

I thought about these ideas on the way home, while still musing about the unfairness of being a mistress, compared to a wife.

She was in the River Room, I was on my way home for a take-away. Let’s face it I am not really a proper mistress.

Money also came into my thoughts. To meet the right guy I had to be in the right places. To go to the right places meant having more money than I had then. While I was receiving quite a good salary as a secretary P A, I was no way being compensated for my extra-mural activities.

I came up with a plan and the next day turned up to work in a decidedly cheap skirt and blouse.

I brought in his first cup of coffee, raised my skirt to the waist and waited.

I had given quite a lot of thought to my panties. He might not notice my skirt but he would certainly notice them.

I had decided eventually on an old greying cotton pair that were stuck now in the back of the drawer. Comfortable ones I used to wear under jodhpurs, but not my old school ones. He might just have liked those. I didn’t even own the ideal Bridget Jones big panties, so these would have to do.

It took him a moment or two to make me turn around.

‘Oh I think you need to take those off,’ he said. ‘They are really quite grey and unattractive. Not your normal style at all.’

That was the opportunity I needed.

‘Well, all this new underwear I have needed has cost me a fortune. A lot of costs are unavoidable as part of being the PA to an important city executive. Those suits are expensive, five hundred pounds a time and I have to have them dry cleaned practically every time I use them to get the semen stains out.’

This brought into play the main angle of attack.

‘If you want me to continue to play games where my clothes get so dirty I am going to need a rise. Quite a big one. After all we don’t want other people in the office, or our families commenting and asking questions about the state of my clothes. Do we?’

I was hoping that I had not over-egged the situation.

I licked my lips and started to undo my blouse. I needed him to start thinking with his cock again.

He quickly cottoned on to my line of thinking.

‘Quite right Miss Foxall. We particularly wouldn’t want our families to be involved say, in any, er,… discussions.’

‘No Mr. Knowles. Absolutely not.’

‘Now let’s think. I only have the ability to put your salary up to the maximum of the Banks scheme for P As and that would be just under twice as much as you are earning now. How would that be?’

In for a penny, in for a pound I thought.

I didn’t speak merely unhooked my bra and played with my tits.

‘But, I do have more discretion when it comes to our six monthly bonuses.’

This was more like it.

‘Shall we say fifty thousand per year in two instalments?’

‘If I was really naughty, could we say fifty thousand for each instalment?’ I whispered, holding up my skirt and slipping two fingers into my pussy.

‘Harrumph. Well for that sort of money you would have to be really naughty, I mean really co-operative. I mean do more challenging work than you are now.’

I leant back on his desk opening myself up for him.

‘For that sort of money I could be very helpful with some of your clients.’

I thought I had gone too far when he said, ‘For god’s sake woman. If I want to buy a client a hooker I will do, and for far cheaper than that. No, you misunderstand me. I will need you to get involved more with the private equity business. Our little games will stay strictly between us.’

I decided that not only was this the very best deal that I was going to get from him, it also was really a great step forward in a career.

I rushed over and thanked him with a big kiss on the cheek and a hug. The first real sign of affection either of us had ever shown.

‘Arthur. Oh thank you. That is truly wonderful. You will see I will not let you down. I understand most of the papers that I have been typing up and I am sure I can be of help in the business.’

So there it was. A really good salary and a year later there I was one hundred thousand better off with a couple of bonuses under the belt. And, guess what. I really was good at the job. I started going to meetings and just taking notes. Within a few months I was going to meetings on my own if Arthur felt that he would have to make a tricky, on-the-spot, decision. I was able to give him the time to think about the proposals and discuss them a little more with the board.

And he let me call him Arthur if the two of us were alone. That was almost as good as the fact that I had a title, Manager, and Business Cards. I felt I was on a roll.

He still called me Miss Foxall however, even though I had, on a couple of occasions, said to him that he could certainly call me Frankie, or even Francesca, if he wanted. Let’s face it he could have called me whatever he wanted for that money.

But no.

I am sure that the words ‘Miss Foxall’ excited him almost as much as seeing my bare bum or bare tits.

Certainly the punishment was unabated. I was almost permanently striped, either on the bum or thighs or tits.

If I had a hot date, and they were rare items, I would ask him for a few days respite, and think up other games to keep him happy.

Blow jobs were popular but on the one occasion I tried to tie him up and beat him I was quickly put in my place and the hot date had to be postponed. I was striped everywhere. I had been wrong when I thought earlier that he might have liked a little punishment returned.

Anyhow I reckoned I was earning my money. It was however the best job I could possibly have. It suited me down to the ground. Lots of money, some responsibility and loads of kinky sex.

I didn’t even really miss the fact that I had no regular boyfriend. The excitement that I got at work made me very relaxed about extra- curricular sex.

But then I met Perry.

Chapter 4

Perry the Nerd, I think was the way I used to talk about him.

We were after buying his business. He had set up a very, very, profitable holiday villa, slash second home, multi-user, fee paying, user friendly, data-base.

It basically ran itself and owners and renters paid a fee electronically which Perry banked.

It was basically marketed organically, which meant it wasn’t really marketed at all, and our Private Equity Group believed that by buying it, restructuring it and marketing it properly we could make a lot of money from it.

We would employ the Nerd as a consultant until it was up and running our way and then put in our own management.

Peregrine Farquhar would then retire into the sunset with loads of money.

We would bank a few million and move on to the next deal.

That was the theory.

Perry may have looked, or more exactly dressed, like a nerd but he wasn’t stupid. He knew it was worth a bit of money and our first offer of a million didn’t exactly thrill him.

At that stage we sent in the shock troops.

Me.

My brief was to be nice to him and see how cheaply we could get the business.

The first couple of meetings were in his office, basically the spare bedroom of his two-bedroom apartment.

I always wondered whether he knew that I couldn’t concentrate on business in a bedroom!

The second couple of meetings were in a restaurant down the road. I had feigned hunger due to a missed lunch at one of the meetings and asked whether he would accompany me to the restaurant as I did not like eating alone.

He was truly gallant, opening doors, standing if I left the table, and even paying the bill.

I found myself liking him and looking at him in a different light.

I think he liked me too. At least he was quick to accept when I tentatively asked if he would like to go out on a Saturday night.

My treat I said. I happen to know my boss has a booking at the Ivy he is not going to use. It would be a shame to waste it.

He leaped all over me like a rash. He would be delighted to go out with me. He had always wanted to go there. He had heard so much about it.

He then, without any prompting, asked if his current ensemble, a pair of shooting style moleskin trousers and a thick Arran sweater would be suitable. I am sure that if he knew the right people to actually go shooting, they would have actually smelt of dead birds. He really did have no idea how to dress.

Here was my chance.

‘Definitely not.’ I replied. ‘Perhaps I could take you shopping Saturday afternoon.’

Now I like shopping almost as much as fucking. Just maybe I was going to get both in one day.

Arthur was delighted and pulled all the necessary strings to get me the table. He even promised me a big bonus if I could get him for three million. Things were looking up.

Jermyn Street was the obvious place.

I could not get over the way that he looked in a good suit even without, at this stage, a smart shirt and tie.

I selected a handful of both and persuaded him that yes, he really did need both suits. And the casual jacket and two pairs of slacks. I always have liked cream linen jackets.

We just had to celebrate on the way out. So much so that after he had bought two new pairs of shoes and a pair of brogues I somehow managed to squeeze in a pair for me too.

I thought £350 was very reasonable for all the work I had done.

After all the money we had spent I figured he would have to sell his company.

I was staggered by the evening. The new clothes gave him a whole new dimension. Confidence with a big C. He was charming, fun, and even had a glint in his eye.

I had to choose the wine, he lacked any knowledge at all he said.

He now knows that he enjoys vintage bubbly and fine claret. Well, it is not every day a girl gets taken to the Ivy. This certainly made up for Arthur taking his wife to the River Room.

I had arranged with Arthur and the Maitre’d that the bill would go directly to the company so there was no unseemly squabbling over the bill.

I didn’t mention his company all night. Just enjoyed myself.

I was ready to be fucked when he dropped me home in the cab. I invited him in for a ‘coffee’ but his gaucheness reappeared.

On the doorstep he pecked me on the cheek, somehow avoiding my moist open mouth, thanked me again and sprinted back to the waiting taxi.

Talk about frustrating.

The vibrator got a pasting. I lay on the bed and thought about the wonderful evening we had had.

My orgasm was almost romantic. My yearnings were for real.

I had a new game to play.

Perry was not going to get away from me.

I still had to work out what was best for the two of us.

I was already thinking of us as an item.

Would we be better off not selling the company and me giving up my job to manage and market it.?

Could I get him four or even five million for it?

What was it really worth?

I needed to put in a few more hours on the project and see if I could find out some projections of its worth after we had rebuilt it.

I slept and dreamed. I am sure I spent half the night dreaming about sex with Perry, and the other half spending his five million pounds that I was determined to get for him.

Well by Monday morning I had thought it all through. I had two key things to achieve. I had to seduce Perry and make us an item. Marriage??

I also had to get Arthur to tell me the real value of the Company.

Being pretty cocky, I thought the first one was easy. The second one needed a bit of planning.

That morning I wore my shortest skirt and a balcony bra. After a few minutes of titillation when I raised the skirt slowly to the waist, I walked over to Arthur with his first coffee of the day. I made sure that he had his favourite chocolate finger biscuits.

I sat on his knees facing him with my legs either side of his. I couldn’t have been more obvious if I had tried.

I helped him with his coffee and even put the biscuit in his mouth, accidentally leaving a couple of fingers in there for him to lick the chocolate off.

The next chocolate finger was liberally soaked in my pussy before I put it in his mouth. The third one I lay back on his desk and let him remove it himself with his teeth. I almost forgot my mission and concentrated on getting fucked.

‘So, how much will we be able to sell Perry’s company for when we have built it up a bit,’ I asked the top of his head as he snuffled between my legs.

I wriggled a bit as he nibbled away at the biscuit without removing it first.

‘Don’t you worry about that young lady. It will make a handsome profit. I’ll tell you what. You get it for me for three million and I will guarantee you a half million bonus. How’s that.’

That really did start me creaming. Sex and money are both guaranteed to do it for me and together, wow.

His tongue eased its way into my vagina as he tried to extricate the last of the biscuit which had broken off. I guessed I tasted sweet and chocolatey by now.

Suddenly my selfish side took over. A half a million bonus, or life with Perry. Sounded pretty win-win. I would keep going without burning any bridges.

Perry was next. Surely this wouldn’t be difficult.

The three of us were having a meeting this afternoon. I was strictly the note taker on this occasion and this was the first time that Arthur mentioned money.

‘Now look here Perry, you can come out of this rather well. I reckon if you can give us the right commitment to start us up, maybe a consultancy, say, of twenty hours a week for six months and certain guarantees not to set up a rival company within the first five years, well I can pretty well promise you two million.

Perry, the idiot, looked impressed. I saw my bonus going out of the window.

Sitting slightly behind Arthur I took a risk and shook my head ever so slightly and raised my pen hand higher and higher. I put my hand flat against my tummy holding out three fingers would he take the bait?

I waved my hand to mime uncertainly, and looked him straight in the eyes.

He was perfect.

‘I see,’ he said. ‘Well, I will have to think about it. I was hoping for a little more really.’

‘Well,’ said Arthur. ‘Maybe we could say give you a consultancy fee of say 250,000 and maybe an option over some shares when we put it public.’

Perry looked at me to see what I thought of that idea. I just put my finger on my watch and tapped it a couple of times.

‘Well anyway,’ he said. ‘We are not going to sign anything today are we, I might as well sleep on it and think about it overnight.’

I smiled as Arthur’s hopes for a quick contract were dashed.

‘By the way Arthur, thank you so much for paying for that dinner on Saturday night at the Ivy. It was a lovely restaurant and you provided the most delightful companion for me.’

I blushed. I really did.

‘Thank you kind sir. I enjoyed it just as much. It was my first time there. Maybe we could do it again some time,’ I simpered. ‘I hear the River Room is nice as well.’

This had the desired reaction from Arthur who went a little red harrumphed a few times and said that yes it was lovely but there were a host of great restaurants in London. He was more than happy to see me taking Perry out but he really didn’t want to meet us if he was escorting Mrs Knowles.

I was pleased when he went straight home from the meeting and I was able to take the expected phone call in private.

‘Were you trying to tell me something at that meeting Frankie?’ he asked straight out.

For heaven’s sake, the man is an idiot, has he never heard of phone taps.

‘Oh I don’t think so Mr Farquahar. You meant when I was looking at my watch. I hope you didn’t think I was rude but I knew I had to phone a friend about a meal tonight. As it is by the time I got back here it had been cancelled so I need to go shopping to buy myself some dinner. I hope you don’t think that I was daydreaming during the meeting. I was listening very carefully to everything. I have got all the notes.’ I bumbled and burbled away. He took the hint. In fact he took both of them.

‘Well how about dinner with me then Miss Foxall? My treat. No excuses I know you have nothing on.’ I hoped I wouldn’t have later.

Apparently reluctantly I heard myself saying ‘I think I can get a booking at the Argonaut. It is very new and apparently very good. The owner is a friend of one of our Directors. Shall we say 7.30? I will book it in your name. The cream linen jacket will be very suitable.’

He laughed. ‘Thank you Miss Foxall. You are so organised. I really must poach you as my secretary if I am going to get all this money.’

That was going too far. I almost frostily put the phone down.

I arrived about seven forty, suitably late but dressed to kill. Or dressed to fuck anyway.

I had given a lot of thought to the method of the seduction. Was I going to play hard to get and hopefully be bowled over by his animal magnetism?

Should I play the tart in a mini-skirt with bulging boobs?

Would that frighten him off?

I decided it might and went for a happy medium, a knee length floaty wrap over dress with stockings suspenders and no panties. I didn’t know what it would do to him but I know it made me randy.

As I imagined he was more interested in the signs I had been giving him during the meeting than the food or drink or even me. I needed to change this.

The restaurant was superb. We sat along a wall, at an almost triangular shaped table, perfectly made so that were sitting together but almost facing each other.

I decided to lay my cards on the table. Well, almost all of them.

‘Look I like you an awful lot. I hope we can get even closer. I would like to see a lot of you.’ I fluttered my eyelashes a little.

‘I just think it is a little unfair that at a meeting before we came to see you Arthur intimated that the company would be worth more like three million. They haven’t really had a chance to fully evaluate it. I don’t want to see you miss out.’

I didn’t think it was right to go into my long-term plans nor my potential bonus.

‘You mustn’t say anything about this, especially over the phone, I would be sacked or maybe worse. I would have nowhere to go.’

A hint of a tear added emphasis!

‘After a favour like that you can always live with me.’

I don’t know whether he meant it but the trap was sprung.

‘Thank you. You have already been very generous. Look how lovely these new shoes that you bought me look.’

I dragged his eyes down to my feet. He was not slow to see the stocking tops as I raised my leg to show him the shoe.

‘Delightful,’ he breathed. ‘Are the stockings new as well?’

‘Well they are, but they do wash so I don’t mind them getting sticky with finger prints.’

He was not slow to pick up the clue and ran his fingers slowly over the nylon. Not high enough to be daring but certainly a first move.

The waiter interrupted us at that stage and for the rest of the meal I concentrated more on verbal teasing.

The meal ended and he was in a quandary.

‘Can I take you home or would you like to go on somewhere else.’

This was obviously half an offer but still not an invitation to his flat. I did not want him running out to the cab again.

‘Let us just sit at the bar and have another drink,’ I said.

In the bar he looked around for a table and started to steer me towards it. It was only small and towards the middle of the room.

There were however two tall bar stools at the end of the bar, almost in the corner.

I nudged him towards them.

‘This way I can check out the barman.’ I laughed. I thought I would try a little jealousy.

This backfired as I saw a very buxom blonde serving the drinks. Ah, at last, a barman as well.

I perched up on the stool and was able to show him a lot of leg, not quite the stocking top but the night was still young.

Over a bottle of Crystal he got bolder and bolder until eventually he was standing almost between my knees and I was having a job to hold onto the skirt so that it did not reveal quite all of me.

‘Oh, look at me,’ I breathed. ‘Sitting here like this you can see right up to my panties I’ll bet.’

‘Not quite,’ he admitted. ‘But your legs and stockings are lovely and if your panties are anything like those stockings, they will be a treat to behold.’

I widened my legs to give him a little look and his eyes almost shot out of his head.

‘What’s the matter? Oh no, I am not wearing any am I?’ I squealed trying vainly to close my legs around his thighs. ‘They were still damp drying out in the bathroom before I came out. I am so ashamed.’

I buried my head on his white linen jacket.

He could afford to have it cleaned to remove the make-up.

‘I can’t sit like this, perhaps you could take me home, or maybe your place to get a coffee to sober me up. I don’t think I have any.’

In retrospect that might have been too much of a lie but it worked. In no time flat we were in a cab heading back to his apartment.

The silly bugger took my coat and started towards the kitchen to make coffee.

I decided that I had to take the lead. He was obviously very shy.

While he waited for the kettle to boil I reached up, held his head between my hands, pulled him down and kissed him. No big tongues just a warm comfortable non-frightening promise.

‘I needed that,’ I told him. ‘I have been thinking of doing that all evening.’

‘So have I,’ he admitted and reached down to do it again.

This time I gave him a flicker of tongue as encouragement and literally felt him jump.

I realised then that this was new to him.

If kissing was new maybe this was all new. How could I ask him if he was a virgin?

I pressed up against him and pulled him towards me, my hands on his bottom.

His arms firstly chastely around my waist were now beginning to explore my bottom.

I undid the buttons on his shirt and as he scrabbled to undo the cuffs I dragged him into the lounge and threw him on the sofa.

This was going to be difficult. Would I scare him by taking off my dress, especially as I was naked apart from my stockings and suspenders underneath.

I decided to save that for later and dropped between his knees onto the floor. I kissed his chest and started to undo his trousers.

‘I know a guy should provide this sort of thing but I have not got any, you know, err…. protection.’

How sweet.

‘That’s okay,’ I told him. ‘Don’t worry, I am on the pill. In fact, don’t worry about anything just enjoy the experience.’

‘Look, I had better tell you I am new to this. I’ve never had a real girl-friend before. I have kissed a lot of course.’

Liar.

‘But I’ve never, you know, well, I’ve never…. that’s all.’

‘Well I have, so just trust me and enjoy it. I will.’

I came back up to his level on the sofa and gave him another big kiss. I moved his hand onto my breast and encouraged him to fondle it. I undid the first few buttons on my dress and encouraged him to put his hand directly onto my titty. I squirmed a little with enjoyment.

As he played, I finished unzipping him and pulled out his cock.

Still kissing madly without even seeing it I knew it was a great one. A good nine inches and I could hardly get my hand around it.

I pushed him away, stood up and pulled off his trousers and underpants with one sweep. He naively tried to cover himself.

‘That’s it, play with yourself while I undress,’ I said as he snatched his hands away.

‘I wasn’t playing just sort of covering.’

I kissed him again. ‘Don’t ever cover it from me,’ I breathed. ‘I love it. It is beautiful.’

I stood and twirled slowly in front of him, slowly unbuttoning my dress.

When I had unbuttoned it to the waist I slipped it off my arms to hang around my waist. My breasts came into view and I stood modestly holding them while he gazed enraptured.

I pushed them up and towards him, leaning over him like a lap-dancer.

I pushed them in his face and allowed him to kiss and lick the nipples.

I stood again and his eyes followed my hands as I undid the remaining buttons.

We both knew there were no panties there to cover anything. His eyes shone like a little boy in a sweet factory.

I ripped it away, dropped it behind me and opened my legs. My sparse blonde pubic hair does nothing to cover my slit. I could smell the arousal. I was very damp.

He just sat and absorbed. His cock was jumping around of it’s own accord. I knew he was going to come before he got inside me.

I turned around and bent straight legged, to pick up my dress and put it on a chair. I have seen that view in my mirror, the bulging hairless lips oozing moisture.

I dropped to my knees fondled his balls and started to kiss his cock.

‘I am going to come,’ he said. ‘Ohhhhh.’

I wrapped my lips around the end of his cock and sucked. He was right, he was coming. In buckets. He must have had half a pint of cream waiting to unload. I swallowed as much as I could. I didn’t want to break away and fetch a cloth to clean up. It was better to drink it.

Who am I kidding I like it anyway.

I lay and cuddled him until he recovered. He was so obviously new to all this that you could see he just wanted to dance around the room puffing out his chest and sing ‘You sexy thing,’ or ‘I’m too sexy for my shirt.’

We now needed to start again. I hardly needed to encourage him to get erect again. There he was ready to be counted. I knew that there was much less chance of a premature ejaculation now that he had come once.

I dragged him off to the bedroom with a bottle of champagne that I just happened to find in the fridge as I went by.

I didn’t necessarily want him to taste himself on my tongue. He might think it was strange or even unpleasant?

The champagne would sort that out and I could think of a couple more places that it would taste nice as well.

He picked up a couple of glasses and bounded after me.

We toasted each other and then started kissing again. I guided his mouth to my breasts, and felt his teeth graze my ribcage.

I pushed him lower until his nose nuzzled into the thin patch of hair above my pussy. Uncut on front but neatly shaved elsewhere it hid nothing. I could positively feel his excitement as he contemplated his first pussy. I could smell myself. My arousal was depositing a sticky moisture all around my lips.

I pushed his head that inch or two lower, deeper into me. His nose burrowed, his tongue quickly picked up a rhythm. He was good. This boy was a natural.

I was going to come. I needed him to stop. I was also worried about him coming again too soon. I wanted him inside me.

I pulled him back by the ears and opened my legs wide.

‘Inside me. Now. Fuck me,’ I heard myself say.

I helped him to find my vagina. I was very wet and he slid straight in.

We both practically screamed with delight as he started to pump. Straight onto the fast strokes there was no time for finesse.

I started to come just before him. Perfectly timed as I then felt his cock pulse and deliver another few ounces of spunk. He rammed home again and again until his cock started to shrink and we both lay out of breath, smiling at each other in a romantic post-coital way.

I reached for the champagne to toast us.

‘Perry that was magnificent. You are a natural. Ten out of ten. No, eleven.’

‘Thank you,’ he said to me. ‘You know you are the first for me. I never knew it would be like that. I should have tried earlier.’

‘It won’t always be like that. Sometimes it will be better, sometimes worse but always different and wonderful.’ I breathed.

He looked down at his cock and started to pump it back into life.

I laughed and told him to leave it a minute, have a glass of champagne and then we would have a shower. That would bring it up again.

It did. Twice more that night.

My plan was beginning to come together.

Chapter 5

Over a rushed cup of coffee in the morning I promised to return that evening so that we would discuss his business sale.

He really wasn’t interested in it. His brain was at this moment totally driven by his cock. He would have promised me anything to get back inside my knickers. He barely registered me telling him not to speak to my bank again that day. I would do some investigative work myself.

As I rushed out of the door to get in the cab, I made him run through his plans for the day.

‘Go out,’ I said. ‘Go shopping, have lunch out. Do not answer your home phone or your mobile in case we ring you. I will meet you at six here at your flat.’

I hoped he had taken it all in and rushed home to have a shower and change my clothes. I am sure the taxi driver could smell that I had been revelling in sex. I was certainly still sticky from our breakfast tryst.

But now I had to go into work as if nothing had changed.

I rang from the flat to apologise that I was running a little late. An excuse about needing a plumber barely registered. Had I told Arthur that I had slept with Perry he would have been delighted but would have expected an immediate result.

No. I must carry on as usual which probably meant getting licked out under my tennis skirt as I was due to play squash.

The morning dragged.

I had done my usual posing but with a flimsy pair of knickers on.

I had bent over his desk and he lightly reddened my arse with half a dozen smacks on the bare for being a little late.

I squirmed appropriately as he massaged between my legs but my mind was really on getting a valuation of Perry’s company.

I went off to play squash and as I arrived at the court, there was Tony coming off, just the man I wanted to see. He was the techy who was working with Arthur on the master plan for marketing the company. This was my chance. I smiled at him and greeted him but kept walking.

I heard him tell his partner that he would have a quick shower but needed to eat lunch there in the gym restaurant. He wouldn’t be able to go for a pint with him. He had a busy afternoon he said. That was the meeting with Arthur I was sure.

It was not difficult to fall badly after only a few moments and tell Susie that I had sprained my ankle a bit. I was sure I would be all right and anyway there was my friend from the company in the restaurant who could help me back if necessary.

She was going to continue to knock up for a while and hope another opponent came along.

I limped back to the restaurant and threw myself on Tony’s mercy.

‘Oh Tony, I am so pleased to see you. I have hurt my ankle and think I may need to get a cab back to the bank in due course. Can you help me please? Look at this ankle,’ I quickly went on.

I lifted my leg up onto his knee and rolled the ankle over. I knew he would be more interested in my flimsy knickers than the ankle and so it proved to be.

Over the course of the next hour two or three times I pushed my leg up and we closely examined anything we could see. At least Tony did. I had to look away or close my eyes tight as he held the ankle and tried to move it. That way I knew he would spend more time looking at my sweaty little quim than my neatly turned ankle.

In the meantime I quizzed him about the valuation of the company.

He was delighted to be able to show off his knowledge after warning me not to mention any names or give any clues to the nature of the business in public. He quickly pointed out all the major problems. Would Perry continue to give consultancy time? Could he improve the software in any way? Could he be trusted not to do the same thing elsewhere?

He did think however that these were not insurmountable problems.

He then started to talk about the potential. Not only did they see the current profit expanding dramatically as they advertised the site, they also had plans to put the fees up. There was also the possibility of bringing in holidays as well as house rentals.

All in all the cash flows were going to be enormous.

The moment had come.

‘So Tony, what is it worth to us now. What is the maximum that we would go up to, to get the company?’

‘It must be worth at least ten million as it is now,’ he said. ‘Possibly fifteen million. Bu Arthur thinks we will get it for three million.’

Wow I thought. Fifteen million. I went into a little day dream and had to cover my thoughts by once again lifting my ankle onto his knee. I knew that this way he would not be trying to read the reaction in my eyes.

Mind you he might be reading my reaction in my knickers. The idea of all that money had acted like an erotic stimulus. I started to get wet and as usual my thoughts strayed to sex.

Would Tony perhaps help me work off some energy? No, I had second thoughts. I didn’t want to get a bad reputation in the office.

‘This conversation has of course never happened. I have been far too indiscreet. I wouldn’t have discussed this with anyone but I know you are working closely with Arthur and Peregrine to bring it on board.’

‘Of course,’ I said wide-eyed and innocent. ‘It will just encourage me to get it in quicker. After all, if we make money, I guess there might even be a bonus in it?’

‘Oh absolutely. But of course, just a small one. The partners plough most of the profits back into the business.’

Shows you what he knew!!

The afternoon passed in a blur. I could not get my mind off the sum of fifteen million and even another bottom slapping was hardly able to get my mind off it.

Arthur was in a funny mood. He really gave my bum a good slapping, ending up with half a dozen with his ruler. This was quite unusual but today it was going to play right into my hands.

As soon as he left for the evening I closed up and rushed off to Perry managing to arrive in tears.

‘Oh Perry. It’s that pervert Arthur Knowles. He slapped my bottom again. Oh, I shouldn’t really be telling you. Perhaps I should go the HR department. I don’t know what to do.’

I coquettishly turned around and lifted the back of my skirt to show him my bottom cheeks. I lowered my see-through gauzy panties to my knees.

‘Is it all red? Would you mind putting your cool hands on it to help it cool down.’

I could see his cock rising in his jogging pants.

He put his hot little hands all over it before kissing the stripes better. I started to squirm with desire.

‘Oh Perry, fuck me quick. Just laying your hands on me is enough to turn me on. Quick over the table here.’ I dropped the knickers to my ankles, flipped them off and spread my legs. I instantly felt his cock nosing my slit. I moved to facilitate his entrance and screamed as he shot it hard up me.

‘Yes, yes. That’s so good. That more than makes up for the cruel beating I have been given. Yessss, squeeze my tits. Pinch me. Pull my hair. Ohhhhh.’

I quickly orgasmed followed seconds later by Perry.

He was so lovely my heart went out to him. He brought me lotion to soothe my bum, and cushions to sit on. He cooked dinner and opened a bottle of champagne just to make little old me feel better.

We started to talk seriously.

‘That’s it then. I am never going to sell my company to them. ‘He has gone too far.’

This was far too strong a reaction.

‘Oh no. You might not get nearly as much from anyone else, but, we really must make him pay up for it.’ I spoke to one of the financial whizz-kids today and they say it could be worth as much as fifteen million.

You must ask for ten.’

‘We must ask for ten,’ he said. ‘You must have your share. I only want you to be happy. In fact, I was going to wait until next week but this seems the right opportunity.’

He got down on one knee. ‘Will you marry me?’

I looked at him in amazement. I know this is what I had been angling for but so quick and well, yes, I think I do love him.

‘Oh Perry, are you sure? Yes, yes of course I will if you are sure?’

He swept me into his arms.

‘Of course I am sure. I have never wanted so much in my whole life. I want to spend the rest of our lives together.

It was time to make a bargain with him. After all we had only gone out together a couple of times.

‘Look, let us be practical,’ I said. ‘I do love you and I do want to marry you, but we have only been out together a few times. I also really want to get even with that pig Arthur Knowles and I am in a position to help you get a lot of money out of him. I suggest we keep our engagement quiet and try to get ten million out of him. You get the first five million, and we share equally anything we get more than that. That way I feel I will be bringing something into the marriage and not just relying on you. Also, I will wait for you to propose again on the sixth month anniversary of today if you still want me.’

‘Of course I will, but I do understand about you wanting to bring something equal into the marriage. That’s a deal. I will sign a letter to that effect immediately.’

I accepted reluctantly, suggesting that I did trust him and really didn’t need a letter.

But he did it anyway. Within minutes I had in my possession one copy of a letter agreeing the financial terms, all signed and dated.

That left us the evening to rescue a burnt meal and make love again and again. It hardly crossed my mind at all that straight missionary position sex was not going to be able to keep me sane in a marriage. I had to teach this dog some new tricks.

I enjoyed going in to Arthur next day. This was no time for the fancy panty display.

I walked straight in and said with a sob in my voice ‘Oh Arthur. I saw Peregrine for a drink last night. He is talking to someone else as well. They have offered him about seven million I think. They say the company is worth fifteen million and they want Peregrine to stay on as Managing Director with a large salary and a shareholding. He will never take three million. I nearly rang you at home as it was such bad news, but I know your wife doesn’t like you being disturbed.’

‘Get Tony, Graham, Peter and Archie in here now. I need to know what this thing is really worth if we have to move fast.’

I fussed around bringing them in coffees and later sandwiches. I was the perfect secretary merging into the background. I didn’t want Tony remembering yesterday’s conversation even if he himself had said that it had never happened.

I listened hard and heard and saw all sorts of cash-flows being built. Numbers like fifteen and even twenty million were continually banded around. Phone calls to advertising agencies to enquire about the costs of running a large TV campaign were made and eventually about four o’clock as I was serving yet another cup of coffee, I was asked to get Perry on the phone.

I could not help him here. I hoped he would make the right decision.

I was able to listen in from my desk to the call though.

‘Perry, how are you? Arthur here.’

‘Fine thank you Arthur, very well indeed. And your lovely wife?’

I nearly sniggered down the phone. Perry was enjoying this.

‘Yes. Yes of course. Fine, thank you. I will come straight to the point Peregrine. I was a bit shocked to hear that you felt it was necessary to talk to someone else about your little company. I thought we had an agreement that we would show you the very best price?’

‘Well I thought so too, Arthur. That’s why I was so surprised to get a call out of the blue from The Intercontinental Bank, just around the corner from you I believe, asking if I was interested in selling my business and suggesting it may be worth seven million or more. They wanted me to keep a large amount of shares and stay on as Managing Director as well. I am not really sure that I am experienced enough for that, but seven million, I can hardly not talk to them. And by the way Arthur how come you valued it so cheaply?’

‘That was bit of an error as it happens Peregrine. It looks like the fifteen year cash flow was built with that one point seven million figure coming out every fifth year, but without accruing. Whoops. Look having rejigged that figure I am sure that I could get my board up to eight million.’

‘Well of course that does sound better,’ said Perry smugly. ‘But that still doesn’t take into account the Managing Directors salary and the large shareholding. But what am I saying? That’s silly. That is very generous of you Arthur. I am sure I will be able to give you an answer in the next day or two when I have had another chat with Brian at Intercontinental. He is another really fine chap. A bit like yourself actually.’

It was as much as I could do not to laugh. I silently replaced the handset without Arthur hearing me. I guessed the meeting would be breaking up soon. I had chosen Intercontinental and Arthur’s equivalent, Brian James, from a file that we keep on our rivals. I knew that they were bitter rivals and that Arthur would never be able to ring them and check. I just hoped he didn’t think about a mole.

Everything after that was an anticlimax. Perry rang in next day to say that he had been offered eight million, shares worth another two million and a job at half a million a year for a five year contract. Would we be able to better that. He did say again that, realistically he didn’t feel that he had the experience to run the whole company and in some ways he would rather just take the money and leave. I knew this suited Arthur better as he had himself in line to be Chairman of the new board with Tony under him as MD.

They agreed on ten million up-front, with a payment of up to five million more in stage payments if the valuation of the company proved to be worth more than twenty million when the company was floated on the stock exchange in no more than five years time. Perry would also receive two hundred and fifty thousand a year for two years to act as a software consultant for twenty days a year.

The papers were signed within the week.

Chapter 6

That weekend we discussed ‘our’ plans. I felt that if I left straight away we might be leaving me open to some sort of collusion court-case. And hopefully I had a bonus to collect in a few weeks time. I had no intention of moving into his tiny dirty little flat, and mine wasn’t really big enough for the two of us either.

We spent as many days as I could get off looking at flats, holiday brochures and not a few dress shops. Arthur could not complain about the quality of the clothes I was now wearing.

I also prevaricated before resigning because I had been quite enjoying the sexual side of working with Arthur. He was a sleazy little bugger but I guess I am too and Perry was very straight. Much too straight. I was going to have to work on that.

Shopping was not a happy experience for him apparently, well not before I showed him how to have a little fun as we did it.

I took him into a very nice lingerie shop and told him to wait outside the doorway to the cubicles. Choosing my timing to enter with four sets of lingerie I chose the curtained cubicle nearest the door. When the curtain was not completely closed you could just about see in, and if the mirror was angled just so, you could even see a little more I guessed. I knew that from where I was inside by looking into the mirror I could easily see Perry and a metre or so around him. I wondered how much he could see of me.

I stripped off completely and pulled on a matching black lace bra, panties and suspender set and poked my head around the door to see him adjusting the front of his trousers. I waved. He leaned forward and in a stage whisper said, ‘Frankie, pull the curtain, I could see in a bit.’

I held my hand over my ear as if I could not hear him. He repeated it in an even louder whisper. Loud enough to alert a couple of other guys who were also standing waiting. I still pretended not to hear and disappeared back inside the cubicle. Pushing my head around it had opened the curtain yet another couple of inches.

I stripped off the black and replaced them with a white set and again leant around the curtain. I could see that I had a small audience forming, the two waiting guys and now a third as well.

Perry frantically was miming curtain pulling to me.

Trying not to laugh and pretending to be shocked I pulled open the curtain to show everyone the delightful new undies.

‘Like this, you want me to do it, with the curtains open. No, I really shouldn’t. I’m not that sort of girl. Or I wasn’t before I started going out with you.’

I quickly pulled back behind the curtain before he could say any more. But not that far. By now the curtain was half open and so when I bent forward from the waist to remove my panties, my bum stuck out around the side of the curtain, I could practically hear the applause building.

My third change completed I stepped out from behind the curtain and came to the doorway to find a speechless Perry practically surrounded by half a dozen men.

‘Perry, you a very naughty boy and while I really don’t want to undress in front of all your friends, I know you want me to, so I guess, well, I will just compromise and turn my back on you all.’

To the sound of swallowing and coughing from the audience and Perry stuttering ‘bbbut.. FFFrankie.. noooo.’ I started to undress with my back to him but with the cubicle completely open. Of course I had to turn half round and expose my tits as I picked up the new underwear and well, the new panties did leave very little to the imagination as I turned around to display the wares as an encore. I tried to look embarrassed as the lady assistant shepherded me back behind the curtain with a ‘Modom, please do not encourage them to hang around the doorway.’

I quickly undressed and dressed again in my own clothes, picking up my old panties and stuffing them in my hand bag.

‘I will take these three sets,’ I told the assistant. ‘My friends seemed to like them,’ I giggled.

I found a very embarrassed Perry.

‘Frankie, I was trying to make you close the curtain not open it. All those other men were looking at you and you seemed to enjoy it. Did you?’

‘Well maybe a little bit,’ I said, ‘but I thought you wanted me to. I thought you were playing a little sex game with me, being dominant, and well, I can see it turned you on.’

I conspicuously looked at his cock still straining the front of his trousers.

‘Still, no harm done. You enjoyed it a lot and I did a little, so if you pay for my new undies now, we are all square. I will model them, just for you later. I got a real telling off from the assistant. Look, I was in so much of a hurry I didn’t have time to put my panties back on.’

I pressed them into his hand.

I was conscious that he stood right behind me on the escalator and chose to sit opposite me in the coffee shop. I wasn’t sure whether he wanted to look up my skirt or to stop other straying eyes from checking me out.

By the time we sauntered into a shoe shop however he seemed to have forgotten. It is funny how a girl never forgets when she has no knickers on. I know it just makes me horny.

I selected a pair of lace-up boots and a pair of trainers to try on and asked the assistant to check my shoe size. I mean your feet do swell in the heat don’t they.

He was quite charming almost flirty, slipping off my slingback and even massaging the toes a little as he relaxed my foot to get a good measurement.

I could see him having a sneaky look up my skirt but it must have been dark enough to cover-up for any missing garments.

‘Perhaps you could just try the other one as well?’ I suggested. ‘Just in case.’

He was happy to oblige and this time I thought I saw a small raised eye-brow as I sat with both feet upon his measuring stool. I knew I must have been right as he lowered my feet to the ground. One each side of the stool he sat on. That’s unusual isn’t it. I smile at him and thanked him.

Perry had tired of wandering and looking at men’s shoes and come to stand in front of me. I stood up to give him a kiss, oh and take the opportunity of raising and loosening my skirt a little as I sat down again.

The kiss had obviously made him happy and he was quite happy to stand there looking at me, smiling down when the assistant slipped on the first of the trainers and slowly began to re-lace it. Strange how long it can take when they normally lace them up in seconds before putting them on your foot

The other one followed. They felt nice and before standing to try them out I stretched each knee sidewards as if to facilitate looking at the inside of the heels. The assistant got a really good look and probably a strong sniff of my arousal as well. Parry managed to miss it.

I sat down again and put both feet back on his stool.

‘I will take these please,’ I murmured and reached out to have another look at one of the boots he had brought with him. I handed them to the assistant to fit.

I made no pretence of looking at the inside of my heels with these and just widened out my legs so that he could see right up to my pussy. His fingers fumbled with the laces. It is difficult to tie boots without looking at them isn’t it.

He must have wondered what Parry was doing as he sneaked a look over his shoulder as he finished the second boot. The quick movement must have alerted Parry’s suspicion and he too looked along my legs to the very top.

I quickly got to my feet. I walked around for a moment or two then sat down on the next seat along to where I had sat before. I was between two of the shop assistant’s stools. I put my right foot on the one the lad was sitting on. I could see that Perry was getting a bit agitated again and contrived not to see him or hear him coughing. Eventually I looked up to see him showing me the panties that I had thrust into his hands and motioning with his hands to indicate that my legs were spread.

I managed to blush a little, bite my lip and with downcast eyes, raise my left leg onto the stool at the next chair along to me. I felt my lower lips sticking and could almost hear their succulence as they peeled apart to expose the inner me.

‘I don’t think I will take these, nor the trainers,’ I told the lad whose mouth had dropped open and was still fumbling to undo the laces.

‘I am sorry, we have to go.’

Trying to hold back my laughter and maintain a blush I rushed Parry out of the door.

‘Oh Parry you made me so horny making me do that. Why did you want me to spread my legs when you know you were holding my panties?’

Come on we have to go back to your flat. You need to fuck me.’

Pavlov’s dog treatment. Make sure they get a reward and they will do it again.

As I have mentioned the other reason that I did not want to leave work yet was Arthur. His pervy ways really turned me on and I was not yet about to get that treatment from Perry.

Arthur had been in a particularly good mood this week. I can only think that he thought there was more profit in Perry’s company than the analysts had estimated. After a bit of nagging he even took me for lunch one day. Where did I want to go, of course, the River Room. I even think he enjoyed it despite me mentioning on at least two occasions the obvious husbands with wives seated around the room. He must have been fairly confident where his wife was that day because he hardly looked sheepish at all.

Of course, I had to pay for it in the afternoon. The second bottle of wine, or maybe the third port, had put him in a particularly playful mood. He was fondling my breast in the taxi much to the delight of the taxi driver watching us in his mirror. I suppose I did encourage him a little by slipping my bra and panties into my handbag while visiting the ladies room of the restaurant.

The taxi driver was agog as he watched me leaning back in the seat. My legs were stretched out wide and open and Arthur was making merry with my tits. Naturally I played with myself a little. Arthur must have noticed because he didn’t give the driver a tip. He must have thought that he had benefited enough.

Anyway, we arrived back at the office with me in a state of distress. I was desperate to get my bum smacked. Arthur had realised that we could not walk through the open plan offices together with me in this state and had sent me to a local coffee shop for two coffees and a box of mini doughnuts. They were a particular favourite of Arthur’s although where he had the room after three courses and all that alcohol I could not think.

As I walked back in I made out to the receptionist and a couple of office girls that I was late and had been running. I bribed them with a doughnut not to tell Arthur how late I was. That kept them off the reality of what was really happening.

I took in Arthur’s coffee and stood beside his desk with my skirt in my hands at waist level. His eyes lit up and it wasn’t for the doughnuts.

He made me bend forward over the desk with my skirt raised up over my waist. I spread my legs as I knew he liked and quickly felt two fingers easing between my lips and a thumb probing my arse-hole.

I was surprised however to feel something gritty, and yet soft and squidgy, forcing it’s way into my pussy.

I quickly realised it was a sugar covered donut. A second quickly followed into my arse. This one was harder to do and I felt a squirt of jam oozing down my right buttock. I squirmed in delight as I knew he would be attacking them with his tongue. And so it proved. Having firmly wedged them up me, his tongue licked first at the sugar and the jam and then he nibbled away at the donuts, eventually eating them from within my depths. He then cleaned me up a treat and, while I did feel it prudent to disappear off to the toilet, it was mainly to complete my orgasm rather than wash myself clean. An entirely satisfactory afternoon.

The weeks followed on blissfully.

Perry and I moved into a wonderful flat off the Kings Road and I had a wonderful time shopping for furniture and kitchen equipment.

I still had not told Arthur what had happened, just that I had got lucky and moved into a new flat in Chelsea with a friend. All true of course.

Arthur continued to spank me and play with me once or twice a week but had consistently never wanted sex, and even rarely a blow-job.

What a faithful husband!

The only problem came in explaining a regular reddened bottom to Perry.

Isn’t it strange how red your bottom stays when your squash opponent regularly slaps you with the racquet after winning rallies, even if they are other girls?

And then my bonus came.

Arthur called me in one afternoon.

‘Please take a seat Miss Foxall. I am delighted to tell you that we have been able to find you a small bonus for your work with Mr Farquhar. I regret that while I remembered discussing the figure of half a million with you, we did not get the company for anywhere near the three million we were aiming for.’

I started to slide my skirt up my legs just to remind him of the extra benefits which he had accrued over the months.

‘And so, we have arrived at a sum of one hu…’

I lowered my panties to the floor.

‘Two hu….’

I spread my legs as wide as they would go and started to play with my pussy.

‘Three hundred thousand pounds, which I am sure will amply compensate you for the… err… err… extra clothes you needed for the role of my private, err… private… P A.’

A moment’s thought told me that this was not unreasonable. I think I had screwed him for as much as I could expect. It was just a question now of resigning.

‘Thank you Mr. Knowles. That is quite satisfactory. I recognised that the half a million was out of the question. I expect that you will need me to keep this bonus as much of a secret as err… how shall I put it, some of the other work related errrr… practices that we get up to in the course of our working day.’

His sigh of relief was obvious. I had accepted the amount, agreed the reasonings behind the size of the sum and was prepared to stay silent!

Perfect.

‘Wonderful Miss Foxall, I look forward to seeing perhaps even more new clothes in the next week or two. Perhaps we could have lunch again Friday at the River Room in order to… shall we say, celebrate?’

Randy old git.

‘That would be lovely thank you. I will find something nice to wear.’

I thought that it would also give me the opportunity to resign in a more suitable atmosphere.

That Friday I wore a brand new, mid-thigh length, wrap-over dress, worn bra-less. I had shown Arthur the panties in the morning and he had looked disappointed. They were fairly sturdy, but pretty. Big pants. I had of course left them in the office by the time we went for lunch.

His spirits rose as we got into the taxi and I flashed my pussy at him.

‘That’s better my dear. I was really quite disappointed this morning. I do so prefer it when you enter into the spirit of the game.’

He obviously didn’t believe his eyes and immediately his fingers went through the gap of the wrap-over skirt. Just to check it out for himself.

‘Now don’t you go getting me wet before lunch,’ I complained. ‘I don’t want to go walking through that lovely hotel with a damp patch on the back of my dress.’

I managed to turn the topic of conversation briefly back to business. I was looking for the right moment to tell him that I was leaving. It didn’t occur in the cab and then we were seated side by side along the side wall of the restaurant. I had chosen to sit beside him so that he could more easily slip his hands onto my thighs. I wanted to make this resignation as easy as possible. I knew he was going to be disappointed. He was never going to find anyone as amenable to his little games as I was.

While I was still perusing the menu over a glass of bubbly his hand was thrusting harder and harder into my crotch.

I slipped forward on the bench seat a little and widened my legs to make it easier. I was worried that he might bruise me. That would be harder to explain to Perry.

I asked the waiter for another napkin when we ordered. If I was going to get wet and sticky I needed something to sit on. I thanked him with a flirtatious smile and, when he was gone eased it between my bottom and my dress.

I couldn’t help wondering whether he would know where it had been when I put it, still folded, back on the table when we left.

‘Look Arthur. I know I cannot give you a big kiss here in the restaurant but you must know I would like to. You have been a wonderful boss, we have had a great time, that was a fabulous bonus but I am afraid it is time to move on. I am going to resign this afternoon, I am afraid. I will give you a month’s notice, but can be a bit flexible for a week or two if that will help. It is partly a new boyfriend and partly this money that has given me the freedom to do what I always wanted to do. I am going to go travelling for about a year. No promises from either of us but if I need a job when I get back you know I will be knocking back on your door.’

I had taken him by surprise.

‘I am so sorry my dear. I hope it wasn’t anything that I have… no well I suppose not if you say you may come back. You have enjoyed our little games haven’t you?’

I hastened to reassure him that I had and that I was going to miss him. And that I still had at least one month’s notice to work out. That made him brighten up.

The starters arrived and I noisily slurped my oysters before suggestively licking my lips and fingers where I had touched the liquor.

I would have liked to reassure him by being more demonstrative but this was his wife’s favourite restaurant and the Maitre’d did know him by name.

‘Perhaps if we get the opportunity to lunch again before I leave we could find a quiet restaurant where you are not known and I could show you how sorry I am that I’m leaving.’

I could see that this had gone down well and his anticipation almost overwhelmed the sorrow of me leaving.

I was determined however not to spoil the meal experience and continued to drink champagne through both the starter, the oysters and the dover sole.

Somehow a third bottle disappeared with the strawberries and we were by then both enjoying ourselves again.

His fingers were rambling gently over my thighs as he questioned me on my itinerary. What I thought was just interest, or even nosiness in trying to find out who I was travelling with, turned out to be neither. He was trying to see when I was going to be in the cities where the bank had offices. He would try to get a business trip. Randy old goat.

I assured him that while I had nothing firmly organised I would email him from time to time with my plans and if he could get away from his err… commitments, wasn’t I delicate, I would be delighted to see him.

Explain that one to Perry I thought!

Warmed by a large vintage port Arthur actually fell asleep in the taxi and whatever he had planned for the afternoon was stymied by his wife sitting in his office waiting for him when we returned.

While I had given her no reasons to be suspicious of me, she was undoubtedly interrogating him as to why and where we had been for lunch. It was not an unreasonable thing for a boss to take out his PA when she was leaving and he got away with it. We were never going to be close friends. I could not see her enjoying the River Room as much in the near future either.

She hauled him out of the door at about four o’clock and I was quickly away behind them to my beloved Perry. He didn’t know we were going travelling yet.

Chapter 7

Perry was a pushover. I told him that I had resigned so I could spend more time with him and then just mentioned that I hadn’t really had a holiday this year. Could we go away perhaps?

Well, a fortnight in Mauritius rapidly became a month in the Caribbean and then quickly after that an open-ended trip to Australia, starting by going west and returning via the east.

Gosh didn’t that sound like a trip around the world.

We celebrated by me dressing up as an air stewardess, nothing complicated, a two-piece business suit, white blouse and scarf, little blue hat, oh and no knickers. That’s what they wear I am told.

I settled Perry in a lay back chair in the lounge, brought him a drink, flirted a little by promising him membership of the mile high club and eventually just pushed up my skirt and sat on his cock until we both came.

He left the choice of holidays up to me to surprise him. Great!

He did suggest that if we were going to Australia that he would quite like to go to the Melbourne Cup horse race if we could fit it in. Having sold his company, he had got into the habit of watching sport and in particular having a flutter on the horses in the afternoons.

It was now halfway through August and the Melbourne Cup I knew was about the first week of November. That worked.

I would still be working until the middle of September and that would give us a plenty of time to get there.

I knew what I wanted in my mind, a week in Bermuda for some shopping, I just love the men’s smart casual style, jacket and shorts. It will suit Perry so well. Then a week or so in Hawaii, always a dream of mine. I booked open dated round the world tickets, first class of course and quickly booked a hotel in Bermuda. San Francisco and then Hawaii completed the first leg. I would worry about the return after Australia.

The time flew and soon I was in my last couple of working weeks. If anything Arthur had been pretty quiet. Nothing much had changed in the way our normal day went. I showed him my underwear and two or three days a week I got a slapped bottom and a grope. He was trying to find my replacement. He was always on at me, ‘Did I know of anyone who would replace me.’ Not a chance I thought, I might even want to come back. And then he mentioned a finder’s fee, he must have been getting desperate. The opening gambit of £10,000 was quickly negotiated up to £100,000. For that money maybe I could try.

I was intrigued by the idea and started ringing round some old college friends.

It was a difficult thing to do. A bit like saying ‘How would you like to become a hooker.’

I thought about my old girl friends, Lucy, fairly newly married, Sarah great body, fabulous tits. I wondered what she was doing now. Enquiries told me that she was in Scotland engaged to a gentleman farmer. No. Yasmin, back in the boson of her prudish family I knew, but maybe I would try her as a last resort.

Cindy had succeeded in sport and was now on the minor tennis tour and loving it. Mina was back in Tokyo. One by one I ticked them off, only Yasmin was a possibility.

And then I thought of Krysta. She was a Croatian girl, almost a refugee, very bright. We had hung around in the same crowd but we had not been great mates. I always felt she resented my home-counties and obvious silver spoon upbringing.

She had been studying English and had got a good degree. I wondered what she was doing now and put the word out.

Funnily enough it was Mina all the way over in Tokyo who gave me her number. They kept in touch by email. She was working in the clerical department of Hammersmith Council. This might actually work.

I emailed her at work and arranged to meet one evening for a drink.

We greeted each other like the best of friends, girlishly giggling about how good the other one looked and asking all the same questions. Married? Children? Working? Were we getting it regularly?

She was single, bored, no kids, no attachments and occasionally sleeping with the odd guy from a gym she frequented.

She still looked good. She was fit and trim and her luscious auburn hair that had always been tied back in a ponytail at college was now flowing around her shoulders. She had come straight from work and the clothes she was wearing had seen better days. They were nicely cut but definitely not designer. I had seen her casting her eyes over my clothes while we talked.

I filled her in on a few basic facts about the best bits of my life, a great job, well paid, new rich boyfriend, probable engagement. I could feel her pulling back from me. I could feel the resentment building.

‘Look,’ I said, ‘while that’s all true it is not quite as straightforward as it seems. Please don’t get upset at anything I am going to suggest and please, please, hear me out to the very end of my story before reacting.’

She looked amazed and very dubious.

‘Promise?’

‘I promise.’

‘Now you have promised I will come out bluntly and say it. Look I am trying to recruit my replacement at the Bank. I have given in my notice. I can get you the job and I can guarantee that it will pay at least three times what you are earning now plus big bonuses.’

Now she was really looking at me as if I was demented.

‘But why? Why me? What is the problem? Is it in Saudi Arabia?’

‘No,’ I whispered. ‘I am sleeping with my boss. It is part of the job.’

She stood up and I could see she was about to walk out.

‘So, you think I am a tart like you. A whore. A prostitute,’ she spat out.

‘It wasn’t like that. And anyway, that’s not quite true about sleeping with the boss. You promised to hear me out. Please sit down while I tell you what happened.’

She sat reluctantly again so I started at the beginning and told her how I had started at the bank, that my boss had been a real creep and then met this senior director who I thought was flirting with me. When I found out that he only wanted to offer me a job and wasn’t after my body as every other guy had been I remembered how put out I had been.

She laughed at this and soon she was back to the way I remembered her from Uni, when all we had ever talked about was sex.

‘I know what you mean,’ she said. ‘Thinking here I am dressed up like a dog’s dinner and you don’t fancy me. Am I getting old or something?’

‘That’s right and here we are at twenty-two years old in our prime. Anyway, to continue the story he obviously did fancy me. I would see him watching me around the room particularly when I had a short skirt on, so of course what could a girl do but play up to him?’

Krysta laughed, ‘You always were a brazen little hussy and an exhibitionist.’

‘Wow, that’s the pot calling the kettle black,’ I laughed. ‘After a week or two he called me and criticised the clothes I was wearing. The top was too skimpy, even for a Friday. His PA had to maintain standards. Then of course he accused me of not wearing any knickers, he said my skirt was so short he could see that I wasn’t. Well of course I had to prove to him that I was and well I have to prove it now daily… and you know what it’s like, sometimes a girl forgets and then she gets her bottom slapped.’