CHAPTER 1
Little more than a week had passed since
their escape from the dark and sinister clutches of Medea and the rambling old
house, an alleged nunnery called, Dominae nostrae
servitutis - Our Lady of Bondage, situated in a remote valley the Derbyshire
Pennines. After one night at an almost deserted country guest house they had
moved on to locate and stay at a small hotel close to the town. They, of
course, being desirable honey-blond, blue-eyed Nicola and equally
alluring, equally slim and curvaceous, copper-haired, hazel-eyed Leanne, each
in her eighteenth year.
'There are one or two
things I will miss - well, one in particular,' Leanne had confessed to Nicola
on their first morning of freedom.
'Yes,' Nicola had
agreed, 'a damn good orgasm without too much effort!'
'Or without any
effort at all,' mused Leanne, gazing into empty space and recalling some of
those quite uninhibited moments.
Their first full day
in what proved to be a busy but very ordinary mid-sized town had been one of
hectic activity, shopping for much needed clothes with the second day, Friday,
devoted to job hunting. Much of Saturday was accounted for by yet more shopping
and a visit to the cinema that same evening.
Sunday had arrived
and they sat by the window over a late breakfast in a small cafe to think over
what had happened those last few days.
'We didn't get much
chance to talk last night, did we,' said Leanne, peering over a glass of orange
juice.
'I'm not surprised
after all that running around,' sighed Nicola, eyeing the toast. 'I was ready
for a good night's sleep, same as you.'
'It was all too easy,
precious, don't you agree?' said Leanne. 'But then I did have my dreams in that
dingy little hotel out in the sticks. They were premonitions you see, just as I
thought.'
'I think you're right
about one thing,' replied Nicola. 'It was rather easy. Someone like Medea who
seemed to know what was going on everywhere should have figured out what we
were up to. But as for your premonitions - no, I think we were just lucky
getting jobs - well in your case, maybe, if not in mine. You fit in with that
sexy underwear and fetish fashion shop perfectly.'
'Yes, I suppose I
do,' said Leanne. 'It felt as if the vacancy had been reserved just for me and,
wow, you should meet the owner.'
'Yes and I suppose
knowing a bit about the scene to start with helped things along.'
'Are you saying luck
didn't play a hand in your job?' queried Leanne. 'It's the first time you've
hinted at that.'
'Em, er - yes, that's
because there was a price to pay. Fortunately the manager was a decent looking
bloke but I think you get the idea. Anyway, at least we managed to get this
flat through him. Very useful, I'd say.'
'Oh, very,' agreed
Leanne, 'but I did wonder how you got to land a job with an estate agent when
you know absolutely nothing about selling houses - unless it was the outfit you
had on for the interview; that must have impressed him more than anything else
and I'm sure you'll look terrific sitting at the front desk when you start on
Monday. Men who didn't want to move house will decide they really should just
to wander in and talk to you.'
'Oh, thank you,
dearest, but I think my winning attitude and a good grasp of English might have
helped a little.' But through her mind passed the words left unspoken. 'As well
as a grasp of something quite different.' Through her mind replayed in vivid
detail the day of that interview.
***
It was a dismal day of lowering clouds and
persistent drizzle when Nicola, umbrella raised high, click-click-clicked along
the wet pavement. She arrived at the high street premises of Move Along Now
estate agents at the appointed time of five o'clock. Her attention had been
drawn to the job vacancy notice in the cluttered but otherwise uninspiring
window when they wandered by during that previous afternoon. A casual inquiry
by phone some time later had secured her an interview. As with Leanne,
obtaining the interview had been very easy and she wondered if the vacancy had
been advertised in a local paper because that was how she thought it would
normally be done.
She entered the shop
to the ping of a bell, having first noticed that the job vacancy sign had by
then been removed from the window. Amidst captioned photographs and brochures
there were two desks, one empty, the other occupied by an older, bespectacled
woman in dark grey suit who looked up from behind her computer screen as Nicola
announced the purpose of her visit. The women peered hard over her rimless
glasses, indicated a part opened door to the rear and said, 'Hm, yes, Mr Ford
will see you in the next office.'
Her pasty, sniffing
expression was less than encouraging. To her Nicola was an intrusion, someone
with the unfair advantage of youth. She had no doubt from her, 'Tut-tut,'
expression that the woman disapproved of her attire, the navy blue suit
purchased that previous morning when both she and Leanne had satisfied an
urgent need to invest in new clothes. The two-buttoned jacket with wide lapels
emphasised her slim waist and showed to advantage the cleavage revealing, top
in fine scarlet nylon she wore beneath. Her matching skirt was short and close
fitting with a split at the rear to better display head-turning legs in
sheerest black stockings. Was her skirt too short and were her blue stiletto
high heels perhaps a little too obvious? She paused, her hand raised, thinking
now that perhaps her choice of dress really ought to have been more
conservative. 'What would Mr Ford think?' she asked herself as she tapped
lightly on the door.
The office she
entered was warm and thickly carpeted. Looking out onto a small private garden
it struck her as a sanctuary away from the busy town street. Mr Ford, a
clean-shaven man in his mid-thirties was of average build, dark-haired and dark
-suited. He looked up with a smile and leaned back in his chair as Nicola stood
before his tidy desk. His expression and the slight delay he evidenced before
speaking indicated that he was most favourably impressed by her appearance.
'Er, oh, please sit
down,' he said, indicating one of two green leather upright chairs positioned
to the side of the desk. Nicola sat, certain that in his mind he was already
undressing her, just as she, in her mind, began undressing him. Could it be the
lust awakened within her at Medea's house still possessed her? Could it have
spread through herself and Leanne as a virus?
Mr Ford moved some paperwork aside
then lowering his gaze to a single document he said, 'I have very few details
from you here but you mentioned on the phone you had experience in accountancy
work at the convent school and for another organisation; who was this other
party?'
'It was privately run
religious foundation in the Peak District,' she replied. 'They're very much a
closed order so I agreed to keep their name and location confidential. I hope
you don't mind.'
'No,' he smiled, 'I
have no wish to compromise your loyalty. I consider discretion an asset.'
Minutes passed as he
described the job requirements and asked her further questions, all the time
keeping his eyes upon the document to avoid staring at the perfumed vision of
desire seated before him. He eventually looked up to inform her that, 'I was
asked by the area manager to fill this vacancy before I return to our main
office, that's why it's a last minute rush. I leave at the end of this week
when Mister Pemble returns from his holiday; you will meet him on Monday. He
will appreciate the support of someone with your background.' Pushing aside the
paperwork he continued, 'You mentioned the two of you were looking for a flat.
I can help with that as we have a modern first floor apartment available only a
few minutes' walk away from here. As you'll be a company employee we can fix it
at a reasonable rent if you're interested.' He reached aside, adding, 'Here are
the details for the property.'
Nicola perused the
leaflet then said, 'Yes, that looks great. I'm sure Leanne will go for it as
well.'
'Then we'll sort that
one out now,' said Mr Ford. 'I'll leave two sets of keys and you can move in on
Monday after your first day here.
Minutes later tap on the
part-opened door and a face appeared. 'I'm going now, Mister Ford,' the woman
said.
'Very well,' he
replied, 'See you in the morning.' The office door
closed. There was a short silence then the shop door closed also. 'What say I
call it a day and we have ourselves a coffee?'
'What if a customer
shows up?' asked Nicola.
'Most unlikely at
this time,' he replied, glancing at his watch, 'it's gone five-thirty. That's
when we normally think about going home. So - coffee, or may
I offer you a gin and tonic? I usually have one myself before getting away.'
'I'll go for the gin
and tonic,' Nicola answered.
'If it's too warm in
here,' he suggested, leaving his seat and stepping to a corner cabinet, 'pop
your jacket onto the stand by the door.'
Nicola arose,
unbuttoned, slipped off her jacket and placed it onto the stand. She stood by
his desk as he poured a generous helping for each into plain glasses. Handing a
drink to Nicola he appraised only briefly her firm breasts and prominent
nipples defined by the tensed material of her blouse. She was obviously not
wearing a brassier. He returned to his seat with the image shimmering large in
his mind. Moving away from the desk, Nicola lowered herself carefully into a
green, leather-upholstered armchair opposite and crossed her legs to a swish of
nylon that registered in his mind loudly as a breaking wave. Nicola knew
perfectly well the effect she was having on him.
'So, you haven't been
in the town long,' he said, trying not to glance for more than a split second
at her legs.
'No, just a couple of
days,' she smiled. 'The two of us, that is.'
He explained at some
length, in as dry-voiced and matter-of-fact manner as he was able, about the
business and how she would fit in best with usual manager. It was past six
o'clock when their glasses were empty.
'Another?' he asked,
holding up his glass.
'Why not,' she
answered, rising from the seat and adjusting the hem of her skirt as he stepped
a second time over to the drinks cabinet. Nicola placed her glass by his and
Mister Ford refilled both. Handing Nicola hers, he slipped an arm about her
waist. She did not object so when he relinquished his hold, each drank whilst
gazing closely into the eyes of the other. With once more empty glasses set
aside they moved into the centre of the office and began kissing.
'We shouldn't be
doing this,' he breathed, holding her tightly.
'You're right, we
shouldn't,' agreed Nicola as they resumed kissing. 'You're a very naughty man,
Mister Ford.'
'Call me Andrew,' he
breathed. reaching down to discover the buttons of her
blouse were easily undone. Nicola hesitated only to slip this off and drop in
onto his desk. His hands fell to her waist and his lips to her breasts where he
nibbled, teased and sucked until the teats stood firm and reddened. His right
hand drifted to the back of her skirt only to find Nicola already tugging down
the short zipper. He kicked off his shoes and with frantic haste proceeded to
divest himself of his trousers. He gazed wide-mouthed at Nicola who stood in
open body tights, high-heels and flimsy little nylon briefs. Nicola in turn
regarded the shape of a barely contained cock straining to be freed from the
confines of his navy blue briefs.
The small office room
had become a hothouse of sensuality. They were kissing now with abandoned
fervour. His hand slipped down her stomach and under the thin elastic of her
briefs until his fingers encountered the heat of her smooth-shaven pussy to
find her much aroused. Nicola squeezed the confined cock, prompting him to push
the briefs down with his spare hand. He released her to drop and kick away the
briefs then fell to his knees where he clutched her behind and pressed kisses
to the soft flesh of her stomach. Pulling away her briefs he worked down until
his tongue could spread her pussy lips and taste her passion. Nicola dropped to
her knees and took the ample cock in her hand so, kneeling face to face, each
kissed and masturbated the other. As if their thoughts were as one they rolled
to the carpet but Nicola, pushing Andrew onto his back, scrambled about to fall
upon the rampant organ with her mouth, taking the full length deep into wet
heat. He in turn pulled her around until she squatted with her thighs
positioned over his face and his tongue was able to resume its voluptuous game,
flickering, probing, driving her to dismiss all
constraint as she worked the cock vigorously with her mouth. Each possessed the
other in a vortex of lust and each felt magma heat invade every fibre of their
bodies. The roller coaster was reaching its zenith. It would soon plunge into
searing pleasure and neither was able to hold it back. Nicola set rigid in the
grip of orgasm with a stifled, 'Mmm-mmm-mmm!' whilst Andrew, fingers digging
into her thighs, jetted hard and copiously inside her mouth.
With semen glistening
at the corners of her lips, Nicola slowly arose, reaching for her briefs, skirt
and blouse as Andrew, gesturing with his hand, gasped, 'Washroom's through the
main office.'
Ten minutes later
found them once again face to face. Andrew's expression advertised his concern
and, raising his hands he said, 'Look, I'm terribly sorry. I'll understand if
you no longer wish to work here but like I said, I move on at the end of this
week. I really am very sorry.'
'No need to be,' she
replied, making final adjustments to her skirt. 'I'll take the job. But as you
won't be here, let's pretend it never happened, shall we?'
'That will take some
doing,' he muttered.
Once again Mister
Ford the manager, he stood by the window as Nicola, without another word,
departed the office. She stepped out into a fine drizzle, pausing to open her
umbrella as grey people hurried by with their heads lowered. She was thinking
all the time how easily two complete strangers had succumbed to their sexual
urges. Never before had she demonstrated such forceful initiative with a man
and never had she allowed a man to ejaculate fully into her mouth. 'It's that
bloody house,' she told herself, turning the corner to head for the hotel,
'Leanne can't have enough of it and maybe I'm getting like her. Oh well, the
day I start he'll be gone and I'll have someone else to deal with.'