I Need a Husband

It was going all right, Krysta was laughing.

‘The good news is, that, after a few weeks of that I get a six figure salary and bonus package. A little bit of manipulation, a hint of bribery and a lot of co-operation has done wonders. It was true when I said he has never slept with me. In actual fact he has never fucked me. Although he has just about done everything else,’ I laughed.

‘I’ve met this wonderful rich guy and we are going to go around the world next month. I really like Arthur, my boss, and thought that I could do you both a favour. Quite honestly, as well, I am getting a finder’s fee which I will share with you. After all a girl needs a little pocket money, she can’t rely on her fiancee for everything.’

I fluttered my eye lashes pretending to be demure.

Krysta laughed again. ‘I’m on. Well to meet him anyway. I might not like him and then all bets are off.’

‘That’s great. I will give you a cheque now for five grand to get some clothes. The bank is very conservative so designer suits and blouses. I will leave the underwear to you. Well maybe I might check it out first,’ I laughed, remembering some of the games we used to play at uni.

‘Wow,’ she said. ‘Five grand, when do I get to meet him?’

‘I will try for this Thursday. Lunch time, hopefully at lunch. What sort of notice do you need to give at work?’

‘In theory a week, but I can get away before that by threatening harassment. I have had a boss a bit like yours but creepy. A couple of times he has tried to put his hands up my skirt after a few drinks in the pub. No problems at all leaving there.’

‘What about references? Can you find a couple of real ones, if not I might be able to help? They will have to be checked out by the HR department.’

‘No. I can get some. My current boss will have to give me a good one and by the way you are not the only one to have slept with someone important. I have an ex-boyfriend who owns his own company where I can have worked. He is engaged now to someone else so I know he will give me a good reference to keep quiet.’

‘Great. You can resign Friday, start Monday and I will have a week to teach you the job, and maybe have some fun as well,’ I smirked.

‘Arthur was delighted when I told him that I might have found him someone to replace me. I hoped that you would meet him so I told him a little about you. He knows you were a good friend at Uni although a year younger than me, and that we shared a few boyfriends from time to time. Very bright. A good 2:1 in English and good A levels as well. Is that right. I told him that you have a good job currently working for one of the top guys at Hammersmith Council, but that you were a bit bored. I also told him that you were no slouch as a looker. That perked him up no end. He is looking forward to meeting you.’

I just hoped that my money was not going to be wasted which it definitely would be if Krysta came in looking like a tart.

Back in the office next day Arthur said that he was unable to make a lunch that day as his wife needed him for a charity do. He had pleaded pressure of work but to no avail. He eventually managed to get an agreement that he could leave the lunch at three for a three thirty appointment. He then threw me a little and asked if I could get her interviewed first by HR. If she passed that hurdle then I could take her out to lunch, coming back to the office for three thirty having no doubt had a few drinks to warm her up I thought.

I rang her and agreed to meet her on Wednesday evening to prep her. ‘Wear your interview clothes. Let me see how you shape up,’ I told her quite rudely, before she slammed the phone down on me.

I rang her back.

‘I’m sorry, I did not mean it like that. Meet me in a city wine bar and practise being one of the city types. Honestly city workers are very different. We will try to pull a couple of wankers. Whoops, I mean bankers. I really am sorry. You know I have a big mouth. Speak first think second.’

‘You really are a snobby bitch, but I do forgive you. And thank you. I know you don’t have to help me, there are a lot of girls who would like the job. See you in that Jamie’s Bar, six o’clock.’

I got there just after six and looked around. Not there yet. I reminded myself to talk to her about punctuality. Quite a lot of men in there already, all city types, preening and trying to look important as they waved their credit cards around. Not many girls. A couple of braying Essex girls were being bought champagne by a couple of money brokers with white socks and a couple more were sitting over glasses of wine in the corner waiting for friends. Or waiting to be picked up, I thought.

I stood at the bar waiting to be served and suddenly noticed a girl on her own, sitting along the wall nursing a cocktail. I looked again and walked over.

‘Krysta?’ I asked.

She peered at me over her glasses and drawled ‘Frankie daahhling. An age since I saw you last. How is your lovely mother, and that heavenly father. Is he still randy?’

I burst out laughing.

‘Point made, you exquisite creature. You look fabulous. Where did you get those rimless spectacles? They change your image completely.’

She laughed, ‘Well, the year you left Uni it went a bit quiet socially so I joined the Drama group and these were part of my costume for one of the plays we put on. I couldn’t resist bringing them away with me as everyone said they suited me so well. They are only plain glass. Good eh.’

‘And that suit,’ I said. ‘You didn’t have to blow all the money on one suit but it does look fabulous.’

‘I didn’t,’ she admitted. ‘I know a little second-hand shop where I have often shopped that get in some good designer clothes from time to time. This was practically brand new and only cost a couple of hundred.’

‘It really does look great,’ I enthused, ‘especially for the interview. I am sure Arthur will want you to shorten it in due course. It may be a little too respectable, but it is better to be safe than sorry for tomorrow. Let me fill you in on a few things you might need to know about what we do and who we are in the city pecking order. Then we can get down to some serious drinking.’

I told her everything I thought she might need but, as we were finishing up, two glasses of champagne arrived. We looked over to see two guys raising glasses to us. My immediate first thoughts were that they were cheapskates by keeping the rest of the bottle for themselves instead of sending it over. My second thought was that I knew one of them, he worked in our HR department.

‘This may work out great,’ I told Krysta. ‘The one on the left works for our HR, he may be in the interview tomorrow. Here is your chance to practice, only a little flirting and no sex or going on afterwards for either of us. It will get you the worst sort of reputation.’

I know Krysta of old and her first thoughts, like mine, would have been to wonder whether she was going to get fucked by one of these two, or even both, tonight.

As they started to walk over I hissed at her, ‘We’ll ditch these two and find two others to get laid. Trust me. It’s in your own interest.’

I had worked hard to keep my reputation intact, indeed a veritable Miss Frosty, I suspected, in the rest of the office, I wasn’t going to let Krysta fuck it up now.

It took us about an hour and the consumption of another bottle of champagne to ditch the two boys. By that time Ed, the HR guy was definitely in love with Krysta and had told her not to recognise him if he was in the interview team next day and that he would do what he could to get her in to the Bank.

Little did he know that she only needed a reasonable approval and the checking of her references from HR. Arthur was going to approve her on sight.

It was only nine o’clock and so we set off for another wine bar, ten minutes cab ride away. Far enough that we were unlikely to bump into Ed again. I rang Perry in the cab to warn him that I might be bringing a girl-friend home and to make up the spare bed. I was determined to get her home in one piece and up for the interview tomorrow.

There was practically a rush to find us seats and a bottle of champagne. It had been a quiet night and as a pick-up joint very disappointing. We were the only available girls in there. The boys just did not know how available. Typically they were all City boys, mainly from Essex, and more intent on getting bladdered than picking up girls. They wanted to buy us drinks, impress us with their wealth, impress their mates that they could pull us and then get pissed. I suddenly remembered how easy it was not to get involved with any of the young men from the bank.

Krysta and I agreed that the whole thing was a waste of time and got in a cab back to my flat. It was just after eleven, but we were both noisy and pissed.

‘It’s no good,’ announced Krysta in a loud voice, ‘I need to get laid. I think I might have to jump on this Perry of yours. Give him the once-over.’

While I knew she was only joking I suddenly realised that this might work. Show him that sharing can be caring, that eating isn’t cheating, and even that cheating may not be cheating if we have both agreed. He would have no reason to be jealous of me getting fucked in due course if he had already dabbled himself. So went my line of reasoning.

The cab pulled up outside the block and the doorman opened the door with a ‘Good evening Miss Foxall.’

‘Goood eevening John,’ I slurred. ‘My old college friend will be staying the night with us. She will not be needing a taxi tonight. Thank you.’

Krysta was open mouthed, both at the entrance hall and the doorman. I think she began to realise how seriously rich my boyfriend was.

As I hit the P for penthouse I leaned against the wall and said ‘About Perry, maybe just maybe I will let you have him. Once. Follow my lead, let me see what sort of mood he is in.’

Krysta was quick to understand. It was just like the old days for her. Quick and easy sex. No strings. Whether I could trust her to go to bed on her own if it all went wrong was something I put to the back of my mind. The words ‘trust me’ and Krysta did not hang easily together.

‘Perry darling, this is Krysta, we were at college together. She came from Croatia originally. We have been out for a few drinks before I take her to the office tomorrow to meet Arthur. She wants my old job.’

Suddenly I started to see what could go wrong because I had brought Krysta home. Perry knew Arthur, but only knew bad things, particularly the occasional predilection for my bottom. Krysta knew how much I enjoyed it, or at least had some idea.

‘Nice to meet you Krysta. So, you want Frankie’s job with Arthur, do you?’

‘Well why not,’ said Krysta. ‘It might be funny despite or possibly because of his funny ways.’

‘Funny ways?’ said Perry.

‘You know what an old stick-in-the-mud, he is. How old-fashioned in his ways,’ I quickly interrupted, gesticulating behind Perry’s back for Krysta not to say any more. ‘Anyway, are you going to get us thirsty girls a bottle of bubbly. We are quite parched.’

As he left the room to get the champagne I was able to whisper that Perry understandably knew little about Arthur’s habits despite meeting him a few times.

The good news was that Perry had been cooking for himself and obviously consumed at least a bottle of red wine and possibly more. I would continue with my plan at least for the moment to get the two of them together. The bad news was that I could not leave them on their own together to get changed in case they started talking about Arthur.

The three of us quickly finished off a bottle of bubbly while chatting and started a second.

‘Perry,’ I slurred. ‘What do you think about Krysta’s suit? Is the skirt too long do you think? Stand up Krysta.’

She did not need telling twice and was quickly up standing close in front of him raising and lowering the hem a few inches.

‘It is a really lovely suit. It fits you beautifully. It is fine I am sure.’

‘You don’t think the hem would be better say, here?’ She raised the hem to mid-thigh.

‘Not even Frankie wears them quite that short, do you luv. But if I may say you could certainly get away with it that short. You have lovely legs but I can see the stocking tops just at that length, so maybe a little bit longer.’

She dropped the hem and threw off the jacket.

‘And the blouse she is not too tight?’

She pranced around slowly undoing buttons on the blouse.

‘I think the underwear is important as well for Arthur.’

I started coughing to warn her that she was on dangerous ground but the little bitch knew what she was doing. She threw me a big smile.

‘Are you okay Frankie, not too many bubbles I hope? As I was saying Perry do you think my brassiere is suitable for the blouse and to meet Arthur.’

She undid the remaining buttons and danced around pulling her shirt out.

‘Well, it is delightful.’ He seemed to be having difficulty talking. I could see him moving in the chair to adjust his groin. It was not lost on Krysta either. Luckily Arthur seemed to have been forgotten.

She stood in front of him again and this time pulled the skirt higher and higher up her thighs until he must have been able to see at least the flesh between her stockings and panties.

‘Maybe you like it this short?’

I decided I needed to get in on the action.

‘I think he prefers this look,’ I said peeling off my jacket to reveal my bra. I rarely wore a blouse now. Arthur liked it that way.

We both stood there, holding our skirts up, competing with each other to see how high we could get a tight-fitting skirt.

Krysta of course cheated and as I was wriggling mine higher and higher she dived for the button on the side of the skirt and pulled my skirt down to the floor.’

‘Ohhhh,’ was all Perry could manage and then ‘Ohhh,’ again as Krysta dropped hers to the floor as well.

‘She is such a naughty girl Perry. She deserves to have her bottom slapped. Put her over your knee.’

I grabbed her and forced her down over his quickly upright knees. She pretended to fight but there was no purpose in it.

I could see that Perry was unsure what to do next so I gave her a hard slap across her buttocks.

‘That’s what she needs, a dozen of those,’ I said.

‘Ohhh no, not so many please,’ said Krysta.’ What about ten if I take my knickers down.’

Little hussy.

Perry now took the initiative and slowly lowered her panties to the floor.

Not to be outdone I pushed off mine as well and sat in the chair opposite him to watch the fun.

The more he hit her the wider I spread my legs. The actions were not lost on him.

The ten quickly came to an end and I encouraged him to rub it better. Not that he needed much encouragement.

‘Do you think that is enough punishment?’ I mumbled pretending to be drunker than I really was. ‘Maybe she should suck your cock as well?’

She quickly slithered off his knees and liberated his cock where it had been trying to force a way through his trousers.

It was good and hard and I had to force myself not to jump up and grab him to fuck me.

As she nibbled away at his dick I slumped lower and lower in the chair and pretended to fall asleep. It was up to Perry now. He could do what he liked. I had made it easy for him.

I lay there and watched under lidded eyelids. He kept looking over to see whether I was all right, wondering whether he should stop I guessed.

I watched her stand and start to undress him fully. He did not stop her and was watching me less and less.

When he was completely naked, she shrugged off her bra and using the other side of the sofa almost as a springboard lay on top of him in the sixty-nine position.

She took most of her weight on her hands on the floor, his cock was deep in her mouth and her thighs trapped his face between them, he had no opportunity to look at me now.

I remember thinking how athletic she was and how good they looked.

She levered his upper body until they were laying flat on the sofa and she could now sit up and really grind her pussy into his face.

I imagined his tongue worming between her lips and right up her cunt. He had always had an educated palate and now he had an educated tongue as well. I had been teaching him.

In my ‘sleep’ I started to rub my own pussy as hard as I could without making it obvious. This was not easy because I had fallen ‘asleep’ slouched, legs wide open, facing directly towards them.

I heard her say ‘Fuck me, fuck me please,’ as she rolled off and lay down on the floor.

He looked over at me and I emitted a little snore. I wondered what I must have looked like, fast asleep with a pair of my fingers up my pussy.

He got down to the dirty deed. Through my lidded eyes I was able to watch every action and live each thrust.

I was so jealous and thought about waking myself up to join in.

I decided that I would have a stronger case for more adventurous sex if he felt a little guilty and had her on his own.

I lay, watched and hoped that they would go off to the bedroom in a minute so that I could make myself come.

I had heard her orgasm at least twice and I was proud of Perry. She would remember him. I had trained hm well. I would remember never to let him near her again.

‘Come over my face,’ she said. That was something I had never asked him to do. I always enjoyed him coming inside me too much.

He obviously had been holding back as I had shown him and this was too much. He hardly had time to pull out before he was spurting load after load all over her face and hair. I watched her scrape it off with a finger, lick and swallow it. She beamed up at him.

‘Come on, let’s go to bed now.’

I decided enough was enough and started to yawn and stretch.

Perry took the hint and shuffled her off towards her bedroom. I wondered whether he would stay. I hoped not.

He didn’t. He quickly returned, kissed me solicitously, asked how I felt and led me off to bed.

I managed to wake up properly during the short walk to the bedroom. I was as horny as hell and needed to get him hard again. Easy-peasy.

By the time I had sucked on his dick for a minute or two it was hard again. I quickly made up for lost time and buried him deep within me in the reverse cow girl position. I bounced up and down on his cock to my own rhythm

This was for me and I didn’t care a fuck whether he came again as long as I did.

I am pleased to say he took control again. He is learning fast, and slammed me from behind doggy fashion over the end of the bed.

He made sure that I came at least twice before he erupted again, deep within me.

Chapter 8

My first recollection was the alarm going next morning. While I had only pretended to be very pissed last night, I had actually consumed a lot of alcohol over the course of the evening. While I remembered everything, I did remember it through a bit of a haze.

I gave sleeping Perry a kiss and headed for the bathroom. Krysta must have heard me flushing the loo, as, a few moments later, just as I had jumped in the shower, she joined me in the bathroom.

‘He’s cute.’ Was her first words as she started to tinkle into the lavatory.

I recognised that bringing her home had not been properly thought though at all.

‘You keep your hands off him. We are deeply and passionately in love. Otherwise no job.’

‘Point taken,’ she said. ‘But seriously he is great.’

‘Now, talking seriously then, I am going to have to leave the two of you in the flat on your own this morning. Your appointment is not until ten thirty. If I hear from either of you that you have been fucking or even just larking around together, no job. Keep your clothes on. No teasing. Promise me.’

She did although I thought reluctantly. I continued to shower while she sat and waited.

‘Help yourself to a towel from the airing cupboard in the hallway. I’m sorry I forgot to lay one out for you last night.’

Where she was sitting, and I was showering I could not see her. I was just beginning to wonder what she was wearing, her suit? Underwear? I heard the door open.

‘Oh I am sorry,’ said Perry. ‘I didn’t hear you in here. I could only hear the shower going. I assumed it was Frankie.’

Oh fuck. I looked around the shower to see them both looking at each other. Neither with a stitch on and Krysta still sitting legs splayed on the toilet. I watched his cock rise to half-mast in an obvious salute. I needed to act quickly.

‘Perry,’ I said, in as stern a voice as I could muster. ‘We need a word. Privately please Krysta.’

I saw her smile at him as she wiped herself before leaving the bathroom.

Hussy.

I had to play the little distressed orphan.

‘Perry, what happened last night. I know I was very drunk and we made love wonderfully later, but well errr…. when I fell asleep in the lounge you seemed to be making love to Krysta. Don’t you love me any more?’

I sniffled a little as he declared his undying love, that it had all been a mistake, that he had been drunk as well and that I had seemed to approve of it before I fell asleep. He would never ever do that sort of thing again. Ever. Ever.

I forgave him slowly and added shyly, ‘You were very masterful later I remember. You were great. I orgasmed twice, maybe we could experiment again another time maybe but only if you continue to love only me.’

Again I received the undying love treatment as I let him dry my back and put toothpaste on the brush for me.

‘Right come with me back into the bedroom while the hussy showers.’

I raised my voice, ‘Hussy you can shower now.’

Surprise, surprise. We passed her, still quite naked trying to find a towel in the airing cupboard.

Once back in the bedroom I had to continue the lecture but with a tear slowly escaping from my eye.

‘Now I have to leave the two of you on your own in the flat while I go to work. Push her out at nine forty-five sharp so she can get to the office for ten thirty. You won’t… err… you won’t…err… will you?’

‘Darling of course not. That was the one and only time I will ever do anything like that. I will lock myself in the toilet if you like until she leaves. She is nothing compared to you.’

I do like a little grovel. Time for the carrot.

‘I know I can trust you, and if she gets the job maybe we can celebrate tonight, provided you have been good,’ I said.

‘And also, maybe one day we can see Krysta again. But only if you are very good today.’

Go Pavlov go. It really is just like talking to a little boy. But then he is one really. I just hope he can keep his fingers out of the cookie jar.

I left them to it after again reminding Krysta that she wanted the job, so hands off, and to be there at ten-thirty sharp.

And she was there.

Amusingly, as we were later walking down to lunch, she said Perry had been the perfect host while making her breakfast except that he kept disappearing off to the toilet. We did laugh as I explained that he had offered to lock himself in there so as not to be tempted by her. I wondered whether he was just hiding or masturbating, because she had admitted walking around in her underwear so as not to spill food on her suit.

She had arrived on time and had an hour and a half with HR. Ed brought her up to me on the Directors floor just before midday and very officiously announced that subject to her references being received she was acceptable to the bank.

‘Well,’ I said tartly. ‘I think Mr Knowles will be making that decision. Thank you Edward.’

The ice princess strikes again.

We dissolved into laughter as Ed backed from the room with his tail between his legs.

‘You do have to keep them on their toes. Let’s go and have lunch.’

We had almost three and a half hours so were in no hurry. I had booked a very nice restaurant near the Bank and had them put a couple of bottles of Crystal on ice. Arthur would pay.

We giggled our way through lunch and amusingly I saw Krysta getting nervous as three o’clock came ever nearer.

I had half seriously suggested buying a bag of his favourite mini-doughnuts, stuffing one halfway up her arse so that Arthur could have a real treat when she raised her skirt. ‘

‘It’s probably more attractive anyway,’ I concluded waspishly.

We decided to play it straight. Part of Arthur’s attraction to me had always been my supposed naivety. I explained this and we agreed that this should be the way we would play it.

Arthur arrived back nearer four and while it had been a charity lunch. Charity must have begun at home regarding alcohol. He had certainly not been abstemious.

I settled him down with his afternoon tea and a quick update on a couple of business matters as the perfect secretary does, then suggested that I bring in Krysta. I am not sure who looked the most nervous. I could see him looking around the office to see if it was tidy. He wanted to make a good impression.

I noticed that she had put her spectacles on again and was wearing her skirt low on the hips so that the hem was way over her knee. As they formally shook hands I arranged a chair in front of his desk, but far enough back that he would be able to see her from the knees up. I sat beside and slightly behind him so that I could encourage him but still make signs to Krysta behind his back if necessary.

We sat demurely while she described her education and work experience. Hey it sounded pretty good. No wonder she impressed the HR department. I must try to remember to ask her how much of it was true.

I could see that the normal part of the interview was quickly drawing to a close. She had crossed and recrossed her legs a couple of times but with much decorum, not even a hint of stocking top.

‘One thing I think I must tell you Krysta. Knowing you of old I took a gamble that you wouldn’t mind. Mr. Knowles has very firm views on dress etiquette in the office. You must at all times out of this office appear to be demure and business-like, but, in here, Mr. Knowles’s creative abilities are much improved if he is looking at something, quite frankly, sexually attractive. His role demands constant thinking outside the box and that is where you come in to assist him.

For example, that skirt is far too long. It should be shorter or at least pulled up to expose your stocking tops. You are wearing stockings I hope, not tights?’

She nodded affirmatively.’

‘Can we see please?’

The little actress gulped, looked around, stood and slowly shimmied her skirt up to show the lace edging to the stocking.

‘Good but you can do a little better than that I think.’

Again, she shimmied until I could just see the edge of her turquoise panties.

‘Krysta I am so sorry. I should have warned you. Mr. Knowles cannot stand turquoise ever since his wife wrote off his turquoise BMW. Can you take them off please. And then you may sit down again.’

I could feel Arthur beside me getting a bit restive as I asked her to sit down again. He was enjoying the show. She had the job.

I held out my hand for the panties and gave them to Arthur. I knew he was desperate to sniff them. I could smell them from here, they were so wet.

‘Perhaps you would like to take off your jacket. It is quite usual to be more, shall we say, relaxed, and anyway you have a blouse on I see. That will not always be necessary, but then, you will need to keep your jacket on out of this office. After all we cannot have the staff ogling you, can we Mr. Knowles?

She peeled off her jacket revealing as I knew she would a turquoise matching bra under a sheer shirt.

‘Oh dear. I am afraid it has to come off Krysta. You know the rules.’

‘Well yes but I didn’t when I dressed this morning,’ she said, I thought a little petulantly.

She did not hesitate however and first her blouse and then her bra were soon on Arthur’s desk. She sat and waited, unable to put the blouse back on as I was idly toying with it. Still acting the innocent, she slipped her jacket back on. I noticed that, without even asking, her skirt was now rucked half way up her thighs.

‘Perhaps as an aide to creativity you could remember to sit with your legs a little wider. Let me show you.’

I was feeling randy and thought it was time to get in on the show too.

I pulled my chair round to the front and sat legs wide apart next to her. I felt her gulp and widen her legs almost in competition.

I opened my jacket wide to reveal that I had no bra, in fact, no underclothing at all. I had come to work and lunch that morning in just my suit, stockings and suspenders. Mind you I do spend a lot of money on dry cleaners bills that way. The inside back of my skirt is invariably shiny and aromatic by the end of the day.’

I stood and walked Krysta around to Arthur’s side of the desk, standing her between him and the desk but facing the door. Returning to the other side of the desk I shrugged off my jacket and skirt and pulled her arms towards me until she was bent over the desk.

I kissed her and held her so that she could not move. I sensed rather than heard Arthur slowly lifting her skirt. It was his favourite position and within seconds I could feel Krysta groaning as she continued to deep-throat me with her tongue. He soon had his head buried deep in her crotch and arse and I could feel her buffeting against my lips as she was pushed forward.

I left her there. She didn’t need holding now and went back to give Arthur release. Sitting on the floor below him I dropped his trousers and took his rampant cock deep in my mouth. Not a minute too soon, I realised as he jetted into my mouth. Krysta knowing he had just come also orgasm’d, the little actress? but was still ready to receive Arthur’s cum, mouth to mouth from me. Arthur looked on in delight. This had never appeared in even his wildest dreams. I knew he must have been thinking of ways to keep me.

I motioned for Krysta to use his private bathroom and had a moment or two alone with Arthur.

‘All right? Will she do?’

I could tell by the smile on his face that she had passed with flying colours.

‘Very suitable. How did you find her? I hadn’t forgotten that I had promised you a bonus. Very well earned,’ he grunted out as I dressed.

‘In fact if you would like to consider staying on as a consultant say I am sure I could find a little in my budget.’

I laughed. ‘No but we are friends so if I am around I may meet the pair of you for lunch from time to time.’

Krysta came back from the bathroom, tidied and wearing the same as me. Just a suit, stockings and suspenders. I knew that because Arthur still had the rest of her clothes in his drawer.

I left them while they negotiated salary and hours and Krysta came out with a big smile on her face.

‘Let’s go celebrate,’ she said.

We said our goodnights to Arthur, arranged for her to start on Monday so that I could teach her the ropes for a week.

‘Now is the hard bit,’ I said. We are going to the Bank’s favourite watering hole where I am going to introduce you to a few people. Only you and I must know that we are butt naked under these suits and we must remain friendly but cool, and certainly never, never, go too far with any of the men from work. Any hint of a bad reputation and Arthur will fire you. Just be careful how you sit on the bar stool.

We did celebrate, but in moderation and I went quickly home to Perry to luxuriate in him while Krysta went looking for a local watering hole and a man. She keenly suggested coming back for another night but I was quick to veto that idea.

Perry needs to be trained slowly, not entered into a free-for-all.

The next week with Krysta in the office flew by. Arthur was like a dog with two tails, which in a way I suppose he was.

I actually did spend most of the time showing Krysta actual work. I surprised myself how much I knew and what value I had obviously been to the company.

I did hear her utter a series of ‘Oh wow’s’ and ‘Fuck me’s,’ at one stage while bringing herself up to date with some of the files. When pressed she revealed she was reading about Perry and the take-over of his company. She could see how much he was really worth now and I could see she was practically counting out his money. She looked at me in wonderment.

‘No wonder you grabbed him, and he’s a nice bloke as well. This gives the impression he is a bit of a computer nerd. He’s not that bad.’

‘He was,’ I said. ‘But I am improving him slowly. He just doesn’t know.

I would be grateful if you would keep the information that I am marrying him away from Arthur and the Bank please. There is no reason why I shouldn’t, but I just haven’t told them. Also, socially, if we are out as a crowd please treat him as a normal bloke not a cheque book on legs, He embarrasses easily.’

She assured me she would but I could see her set to work on the other files, turning firstly to the personal profiles of the guys involved to see if she could find any more bachelors.

We had made a habit of showing Arthur our underwear or lack of it, each morning and both of us had been spanked on one occasion for forgetting his biscuits. I forgot I had a spare packet in my drawer for emergencies.

Krysta was now getting most of the attention as she was obviously new to his ideas.

He had told us that his wife was pleased that he was getting a new secretary. I knew she had never liked me, but I remember thinking cattily that, if she thought I was a tart, she was going to get a shock when she met Krysta.

Friday was my last day and Arthur had promised me lunch and had invited Krysta along as well. We had some leaving drinks with the rest of the Bank the evening before and even then behaved impeccably all evening. After all you never know if you might need to go back somewhere.

He had effectively closed his office for the afternoon telling anybody who was interested that we were an hour or two away at a meeting and wouldn’t be back.

He had chosen a little Russian restaurant off Pelham Place that had private rooms. The room we had was not much more than a table but curtained off from the hall way with a pair of heavy drapes. It was obviously understood that the waiters would not come in when the curtains were fully closed. I couldn’t help but wonder who had used this booth before and what they had got up to. It would have been spacious for two people but three fitted in remarkably well with Arthur sitting in the middle and one of us either side around a semi-circular shaped table.

I could just imagine couples fucking on the bench seating. There would have just about enough room.

The iced vodka flowed freely and the Beluga was accompanied by the most magnificent pirojski and blinis.

Arthur at the morning meeting had requested that we leave off our brassieres but keep our g-strings on.

I got Krysta to promise that she would give my bra to me next time I saw her as I had no room in my tiny handbag for it. And anyway there is nothing sleazier than turning out underwear from your handbag while looking for a ten pound note for the taxi driver. I know. I have done it.

Consequently we had nothing on above the waist under our suit jackets.

Krysta had a new lemon-yellow suit with light blue trim. On most people it would have looked over the top, but on her it just managed to look delightful. Actually tarty, I thought to myself cattily.

Arthur had warned her that it should be considered a Friday suit as it was a bit too bright for a business suit normally. It did however suit her olive complexion.

Arthur quickly had our jackets undone and was enjoying himself licking Beluga and sour cream from our nipples.

The waiters of course knew what was going on even if we did pull our jackets together at the sound of a discreet cough.

A fine and expensive Georgian red wine was served next while we waited for the main course.

I was able to have a laugh at Krystas expense as the first splashes of red wine from Arthurs over exuberant arm movements splashed onto her lemon yellow jacket.

‘Take it off,’ I suggested, with more than a hint of bitchiness.

‘No wait,’ said Arthur taking me seriously. ‘I’ve always wanted to do this. Take off your panties girls and give them to me please.’

We did, a little mystified and then all was explained as the waiters now served our shashlik of beef, served on sword shaped skewers while Arthur obviously played with our panties, sniffing them and holding them up so the waiters knew exactly what they were.

I started to blush with embarrassment as the good-looking waiter caught my eye. This reminded me of our uni days. I squirmed a little on my seat as I started to moisten. I gave myself a little rub which Krysta was quick to spot.

‘What are you doing Frankie, can we all have a feel? I am sure Igor can help you?’

What started as a little blush now turned me the colour of their borscht. A half smile appeared on Igor’s face as he tried to continue to serve us.

I was pleased when he went, at least until Arthur said, ‘Now you can take your jackets off girls. I wouldn’t want you to get food on them. I will take mine off as well. In fact I will call Igor to look after them.’ He rang the push- button service bell.

Igor must have been standing outside because he was into our cubby hole before we had any chance to move.

‘Ah Igor thank you. Can you take my jacket please and hang it up? It is quite warm in here. And the young ladies please.’

Arthur waited as Igor first helped Krysta and then me off with our jackets. He was obviously enjoying himself as we exposed ourselves. He really could have done with adjusting his trousers which were ballooning nicely at the front.

I was pleased that he also looked embarrassed as we two girls pointedly looked at it. It seemed to go over Arthur’s head as he was happily tucking into his beef.

The beef really was good, Arthur was good company and the wine and vodka had relaxed us to the point of not caring what happened next.

Probably just as well.

Igor had felt it necessary to bring a friend with him to collect the three plates, so Yuri, where do they get these names?, also had an eyeful.

They then brought in a selection of pastries, smothered in cream with a wonderful bottle of Chateau Yquem dessert wine.

This was my first taste of Yquem and while I knew my palate had to be jaded after the vodka and wine, it was like a little taste of heaven.

Fantastic.

What was not so fantastic was to see Arthur reaching for Igor’s bell again.’

Ah Igor, can you take the ladies skirts and hang them with the jackets in the cupboard please. It is very warm in here.’

No sooner the word than the deed and Krysta was standing to divest herself of her skirt. Igor was going to get a wonderful view of both pussy and bum as she bent to retrieve it from the floor. I was a little more discreet, lowering it from the seated position to the floor before handing it to him.

‘Right, who is first,’ Arthur murmured to himself.

‘Krysta, I think,’ he continued. ‘Igor can you help the young lady onto to the table please. And you can take the plates away. We shall not be needing them.’

The alcohol was obviously getting to her as well and with no inhibitions left, with Igor’s help she stretched herself out on the table top. Igor proceeded to place some of the creamy sticky pastries onto her breasts and, easing her legs apart, between her legs.

‘A little jug of cream would be nice please Igor and then you can leave us for a while. We will call if you need us.’

Yuri returned with the jug and was obviously disappointed not to be invited to help either.

We told him to tell Igor to return with the clothes in thirty minutes time when we would also appreciate three finger bowls and three clean napkins. Our timing was right. Arthur and I had both enjoyed eating the pastries from all of Krysta’s orifices, with cream, both bovine and man-made. Another twenty minutes and we were able to put our clothing back on, probably not wearing it as respectably as when we arrived, but reasonably discreetly. Fond farewells were said and I promised to drop in at the office the moment that I was back from my travels.