RichardAt one of these interminable 'drinks dos' I am expected to attend, I do my best to put on a polite face. But I'm having trouble.I have the mayor on one side, "Since the plans were made public for the new City-Scape layout the share value has soared, Richard...."And my head of corporate law on the other. "There are still some legal obstacles to overcome...." argues Lazenby.I am unsympathetic. "That's what I pay you for."What I pay you a lot for........ So, stop whining and do your job.Listening to the mayor droning on, I nod politely, trying to appear interested but, in fact, my attention is half on the gathering at the other side of the room.As Charlotte and Elizabeth are chatting by the bar. Michael arrives, strolling across the lounge with that easy half-smile that is his habitual expression. Charlotte spots him and moves aside to make room for him."Hi, Michael." Elizabeth's eyes are bright as she looks up at him.He returns the smile. "Hi, Beth. L
Charlotte sits in the office facing Mr Chambers. He's middle-aged and pleasant enough, and clearly doing his best to make her feel at ease. Nonetheless, her embarrassment is excruciating and she can't look him in the face."Can I get you a cup of tea, Miss Conners? Or coffee perhaps?"Her throat tight. "No, thank you."If she tried to drink right now, she would bring it right back up again."Very well. I understand you would like to enter our auction for the sale of...." He picks up a sheet and reads.... 'The services of 'Charlotte' for the period of one week, those services to include anything required of her by her purchaser and also to include the sale of her virginity.' Is that correct?"She squeezes the word out. "Yes."He places the document on the table. "I should explain Miss Conners, that whilst you might find it easier to have a female representative to work with right now, here at the auction house we feel that a girl who cannot go through this interview with a m
JamesMichael takes a moment before speaking, then, ".... All through your life, you've had everything thrust upon you. Even meeting James and me, you chose to enter the auction, but you did that out of necessity. I'd like to know what you want. Now that you are free to choose for yourself, what is it that you want?"And he falls silent, watching her, and waiting as she looks around at everything about us....And I wonder what she sees. With everything that life has thrown at her, the horrors of her childhood, the terrors of her adulthood, and now to be here, in this lovely place, with the home she always yearned for.And is that enough for her?She gestures around, hands trying to encompass it all. "What more could I want? We're all here, at last, together. I have you both. I have what I want."Yes!Result!Michael's eyes shift to mine....Definitely....She sees us, knows what is going on, and leans in to Michael as he kisses her. "I think I'm going to ask you to
JamesI see him cross the floor: a strikingly good-looking man with a shaggy mane of blond hair..... overdue for a cut....I've seen him around here before, several times. He never has any problems finding willing partners and seems to be with a different one every time. Watching him from across the room, I'm interested to see his technique....He lounges by the bar, with a glass of wine he's been sipping at for the last twenty minutes, showing no signs of finishing it.Now, there's a man who's waiting for action and has no intention of taking too much alcohol on board.He scans the room. Several women, and some couples too, are very obviously eyeing him up. He has no shortage of choice.Still curious, I angle myself to get a better view of his face, so that I can follow his eye.He's watching a strawberry blond at one end of the bar, and a tall, well matched and attractive couple at the other. Both are casting an eye back at him and he's clearly welcome whichever way
MichaelHe's here again, the tall, dark-haired Dom I saw giving Jeannie a hard time....Not that she didn't enjoy it....I've not seen him for a few weeks, but he's there propping up the bar again with a wine glass in his hand.He's barely drinking though....Watching what's going on....Might as well say Hi....I order a beer, then amble across to lean back against the bar nearby and nod a hello to him. He acknowledges it with a tilt of his glass."Not seen you for a couple of weeks.""No," he agrees, sipping his wine, "I don't live in the area. I travel here on business every so often.""Oh? Where's home then?"He takes a large mouthful of his wine....Stressful question?"Wherever I hang my hat, really."Odd reply....Time to break the ice....I offer my hand. "Michael Summerford."He accepts it with a sharp, business-like tug and a brief smile. "James Alexanders." There's a short silence; the kind where strangers are angling for a suitable topic of
Michael"Chloe, this is James. James, this is Chloe. I think the two of you would enjoy getting to know each other."He stands to look down at her, very casual but every inch the Dom. "Hello, Chloe." He's not smiling, exactly, but there's a softness around his eyes. "Nice to meet you." And now, in this situation, I notice the deep, rich tone of his voice; the kind that makes women wet in their panties."Hello, nice to meet you too.... Sir."His eyes briefly meet with mine, then he sits beside her, stroking her displayed butt. "What are your safe-words, Chloe?"Straight to the point...."May I use yellow and red, Sir?""Ideal." He's looking her over. "Show me yourself, Chloe.""Show myself?""Yes, show me yourself. We've not met before and, while you have a very nice ass, I'd like a better look at you. You were showing everyone a few minutes ago. Now… show me.... on your knees. We both want to see you."She rolls over, kneeling up on the bed and looking a little unce
JamesWe stroll in through the front entrance of a large sports and leisure centre. The entrance lobby is heaving with people."Just one sec," says Michael. "I'll do a quick check that I'm not needed anywhere." He walks across to a door signed 'Private. Staff Only', sticks his head through and after a few seconds returns. "Nope, everything's fine."He looks around at the mass of people around us. "It's late night opening tonight, being Friday, but the doors will be closing in half an hour. Do you feel like a sauna first? The pool will be a lot pleasanter when the crowds have moved on.""Good idea.""The changing rooms are over there," he points. "I'll be back in a jiffy."In the changing rooms, I strip to a towel and am looking around for the saunas when Michael reappears with a couple of cans. "Nothing better than a cold beer with hot steam," he grins. "One of Scandinavia's great contributions to civilisation." The sauna's real, with hot coals and a water bucket with a
MichaelSome hours later, the level of the bottle has dropped considerably."So, you're by yourself, working the clubs. What happened to your wife?" I ask, then as his face falls, wonder if I should have.He takes a swig of his whisky. "We weren't what you could call compatible. I didn't realise how much so until our daughter left home for University, then she couldn't get away from me fast enough. Twenty-odd years of marriage and she was gone, just like that."Oh, crap. I really shouldn't have asked...."Oh.... Sorry, I shouldn't have...."He shrugs and takes another gulp of his drink. "It's not your fault, is it? You've nothing to be sorry for. You've had the sense to keep yourself single.""Do you see your daughter?""No. Marlene took all the money but told Georgetta that I was refusing to pay any maintenance. I'd gone for a clean break and paid her off all in one go, but Georgie doesn't speak to me now. I pay her University fees. Perhaps one day she'll come round."