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."
MichaelI smile at Debbie's "Sir." James has no difficulties getting subs to recognise his status.James sweeps her body with his hands, flat with his palms at first, but then with his fingers digging in, playing her. As he digs into the soft nape of her neck above her dress-line, her breath catches in my mouth and I glance over her shoulder at him.He knows the signal and moves to the top of her dress zipper, tugging a little first, to make it clear what his intentions are. Debbie doesn't protest and after a second or so, he slides the zipper down, the dress opening at her shoulders. Slipping fingers inside, he pushes it out and down past her black lace bra, waist and matching black panties.She's chosen her underwear well. The bra makes the most of her breasts, and the panties are cut high at the hip, dipping a little to the stomach and emphasising her long legs, undoubtedly one of her best features.She steps out of the dress, still in her high heels and underwear, looking
JamesStill stretching and yawning, I make a pot of coffee and flip open my laptop to check the morning's email. Will it have come?If I get that contract, I've cracked it....I scroll through quickly, checking first to see if anything has come in from Haswell....No joy.I mutter to myself and gulp down some coffee.All that work.…If it doesn't pay off....There's the usual other stuff; a screeching letter from Marlene for more money; she can go to Hell. If she can't control her spending, it's not my fault. She's had all the money I ever agreed or was required to pay her. If she thinks I'm paying any more for her to keep her live-in lover available, she can forget it.A letter from Georgie about her university fees; invoice attached....Jeez.... Working for a doctorate now. Well done, Little Girl. I'm so proud of you....I log on to my bank account to settle the invoice immediately. No need for Georgie to pay the price for her mother's behaviour.... Two mi
James"I'm sure you get my point, Sir.""It's hard to miss. And what about the contract with the girls? What does it cover?""Each contract is personalised to the girl. They each have different, um, assets, to sell to gentlemen, and sometimes ladies, of different tastes. We interview them to see what they have to offer. Some of the girls, for example, are interested in art, or movies or literature. We have clients who are looking for what you might call a courtesan, who want an intelligent conversation with the girl."So, every contract is different and is tailored to the girl and what she agrees to do. For example, Jewel here," he flips to a different page, "has offered to be a 'wife' for the period of one year with all the customary wifely responsibilities, including housekeeping and suchlike, as well as.... other duties. We have had a few similar contracts in the past. They can be a great success for both Buyer and Seller. Sometimes the girls renew the contracts or even marr
JamesI pause on the threshold....Michael's words and anger echo in my head.Should I really be doing this?There's a good crowd and the hall is full. Rather than taking a seat, I hover at the back, watching the proceedings for the ongoing.... lot.... Is that the right word for this?The girl on the podium is collared and kind of so-so looking. She's pretty enough; not my type, but there's plenty who would go for her; a brunette with sultry eyes and pouting lips.Her figure's good and there's plenty of chance to see it. She's wearing a leather harness that pushes her tits up and out, displaying everything she's got. Technically, she's not naked, but she might as well be.Her behaviour is odd....What counts as odd in this situation?She's behaving as though she's coy, or bashful, but it doesn't look genuine. There's a hard edge to her expression.I glance at her details on the brochure. She's called 'Blossom'....And it claims that she's a virgin.Yeah, righ