MichaelIt's chilly up here on the roof garden, but the view is astonishing, with a full circle panorama right across the City as far as the mountains one way, and to the sea the other. Charlotte wants to watch the New Year fireworks and there's not a better viewing spot than this.She leans over the wall looking down.... way down....How high are we? Thirty stories? More?"I wish you wouldn't do that," I say. "It's an awfully long drop. You're not Rapunzel, you know. Letting down your hair isn't going to produce a handsome prince."She grins, "Just watching the world go by...." Then she hooks her arm into mine, leaning into me, her head on my shoulder. "As for princes...."There's a warm glow inside me. I wish this could last and keep lasting. But then, that gnawing ache returns....I'm going to lose you........ to him....I realise that she's not looking out or down anymore, but at me. Although she's trying to hide it, she's watching me from the corner of her eye.
MichaelThere's a knock at my office door. "Boss, there's someone here to see you."I look up from where I am working my way through the book-keeper's notes on the monthly accounts for the Centre. It's a job I detest, but when you run your own business...."Who is it?""That friend of yours, the dark-haired guy; James is it?""Tell him I'm busy."Sandy looks doubtful but turns and walks out. "Okay, Boss."Two minutes later, she's back. "Um, he says that, um, you're not busy and he wants to speak with you.""Sandy, I said, I'm busy. I don't want to speak with him."She gives me a hard look then turns and exits again.I'm being unfair, putting her as piggy-in-the-middle....A minute later, she's back again. "Michael, he says he's going nowhere until he's spoken with you. He says he's insisting. I asked him to leave, but he just took a chair and wouldn't move.""Sandy, aren't you my security officer? That's what I pay you for. Tell him to leave.""You tell him to
JamesRealisation is dawning across Michael's face. I press my point home. "There is no competition here if we don't let there be." Then I pause.... He looks startled. "What's that look for?""Oh.... Charlotte said something similar, about different things mattering to the two of us.""Well, she was spot on, wasn't she? Why did you suddenly become jealous? You've never behaved like that before, in all the years we've known each other. What triggered it?"He looks shame faced. "I see the way she looks at you..."The way she looks at me?"… It's like.... like a kind of awe when she sees you. She doesn't react to me the way she does to you.""Why should she? We're very unalike. Why would she react to us the same way?""What's that supposed to mean?""Michael, I am her Master.""And what does that make me?" The aggression drifts back into his tone. "Where does it leave me?""She said it herself, didn't she.... You're her Lover. And as for how she looks at me, I've see
James"You're very quiet," I say."Am I?""You are.""Well, you're the talker.""Let's us say then that your silence today is louder than usual. What are you thinking about?"Michael heaves a sigh. "What do you think?""Of course, Charlotte. Would you like to be a bit more specific?""You don't think we're treating her like trade goods? Is this ethical what we've been talking about? I'm beginning to feel that we might be treating her as though we're measuring her by the state of her teeth and fetlocks.""Mmmm.... And are you telling me that her 'teeth and fetlocks' aren't at least part of the attraction she has for you?"He looks uncomfortable. "No, of course not. She's beautiful. Who could deny it? But how many beautiful women have we fucked between us over the years?"I don't speak, leaving a silence for him to fill.He looks askance at me....He knows what you're doing........ but continues nonetheless. "Something happened to her you know," he says."W
Michael"So why don't you? What's the problem? You think it might scare her off; trying to give her an expensive present? Too much, too soon?".... Of course it is....But I'm feeling contrary, not wanting him to tell me what I can or can't give her....He scratches his forehead. "Well, yes… partly that.... but also, at Christmas, before you arrived, we had a conversation, she and I.... She's a bit sensitive about what we think of her.""James, I'm sorry, but I'm not following you."He takes a deep breath. "She was upset because I'd paid for her.... services.... in the first place and she was worrying that we think of her as.... a professional...."Oh, crap...."What? Of course, we don't.... Well I don't...." I cock my head at him in question."No, I don't either!" he snaps. "We both know why she did what she did, needing the money for the best possible reason; raising funds for her own education."He's scratching his head again. "I have to say that her mood was....
Michael"I'll just pop down to the lobby," says James. "They should be waiting down there. Do you want to stay here and keep an eye on her?"In James' mirrored room, I light candles, straighten the sheets and bedcovers, set the heating to a comfortable level… Get the room beautiful for her....After a while, Charlotte ambles in, looking, as ever, amazing. As we picked her up, in student garb, jeans and a pullover, her hair in a ponytail, she looked good. Now, she looks astonishing.She's wearing white. I think James asked her to, and she's chosen a plain white cami in some fine silky material that shimmers and ripples in the gleam of the candles. Her hair is loose, brushed out until it crackles with electric, flowing around her down to waist and hip in a flaming stream. And unusually for her, she is elaborately made up, her eyes dark and smoky, her lips deeply red, matching her hair."Only you?" she says, frowning, looking around the room. "Where is he?"She's all but quive
JamesAnd she's enjoying herself. With a delighted chuckle, Charlotte twists, dropping onto all fours, now displaying her butt and thighs, the satin stretched tight, the sodden fabric all but useless as her thighs slick up with her juices. And she watches herself and us in the mirrors, gauging our reaction as, reaching under, she plays with herself.Borje is rubbing his crotch, Daniel is straining against his belt........ He'll calm her down a bit when he gets his turn....I suppress a smile as I think of her likely reaction when she first finds what Daniel is offering."Enough, Charlotte!" I try to steady my voice, but I'm having trouble. "You'll finish us all off before we've started." She pauses but is still watching us in the mirrors.Daniel interrupts. "Hey, can I?" Charlotte's eyes dart across to him. Daniel makes a striking figure; tall, lean and well built; his skin like polished ebony with eyes to match. I deliberately chose him as a partner to Borje for her, c
MichaelAnd now, to her rear, my erection pressed hard against her, I turn her to face the others, reaching around to untie the front laces. As the garment falls open, her breasts swing free, rosy nipples pebbling in my palms as I cup her, displaying her. In the mirrors, her pale skin catches the glimmer of the candles, her red hair turned to a flame by their light, and as she blindly pants, my arms curved around her as her beautiful breasts sit heavy in my hands.I slide the cami to the floor "Step out of it, Charlotte." Lifting first one foot and then the other, she stands, all but naked. And now, slipping fingers through the slim straps of her panties, I slip these down and away from her also.Beautiful, nude and smelling of the desire to be fucked, the press of her body against mine sends the pulse of her heartbeat thumping through me, adding to the pressure of my straining cock. My arms still about her, I play with her nipples, pinching hard enough to make her react, her