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Ella had been shopping with her step mother Sal before but not like this. They were visiting some high designer stores in London's West End. Some of the shops did not have prices displayed. They were getting her outfits suitable for posh parties and weekends away. Not that her present clothes were not smart as Ella was pretty wealthy and liked her to be well dressed. Mind you Sal acquired a few items herself.
As they were going home on the train Ella challenged Sal. “OK your cover as an Essex girl who has made good is rather blown. If you were the fake posh broad you pretend then how do you know exactly where to buy this little lot.”
“Grand-dad was a scrap metal merchant and quite probably dodgy. Dad worked for him as was a little less common. I grew up surrounded by broad Essex and it is my natural accent but I did attend a private school. Even in Essex you meet some genuinely posh k**s. As you know I am good at languages and that extends to accents. I am really as at home being the Basildon bimbo as being a sophisticated professional. Just accept I am both. I never went to the kind of parties you will be attending and you have the advantage that you don't revert to type when pissed. Well you do but the type is the right one.”
“What do you mean revert to type when pissed.”
“That wedding you put away a lot of booze and I know drunk when I see it . You were the same as now except hornier” The wedding in question had been very small and had ended in an orgy that eventually included the caterers who had returned unexpectedness had enthusiastically accepted the invitation to join in. It had been a good evening and they acquired some new friends..
As it happened when they got home they found that those new friends were there visiting Linda and Alex who now lived with them. All four were unsurprisingly for them naked and enjoying each other sexually. Now what would be a shock for most people was perfectly normal for Sal and Ella who reacted by stripping and joining in. Nicola's fanny was sticking up as she was on all fours eating out Linda so Sal chomped on the presented pussy. Margaret was on her back making out with Alex but had an equally available pussy that Ella proceeded to attend to hers.
Nicola and Margaret had been perfectly conventional business partners providing high quality catering service and had never had a sexual interest in each other or for that matter any other girl up to the point they accidentally walked into the orgy that was Alex and Linda's wedding breakfast. At that point Alex had only begun to trans to a girl and looked male if dressed with only the start of breasts. Whilst most people would have been somewhat freaked out at what the found going on the two caterers on being invited to join in had decided to accept. Since that time they had become a part of the unusual but happy family that had been developing. They moved in with Alex's best man who lived nearby and were visitors most days and often nights to Ella large home.
The six of then formed a muff eating chain one by one being brought to a climax. After a while they were all satiated and they disengaged slowly and all moved to the big corner sofa that comfortably accommodate all six. They laid back cuddling each other in comfortable companionship.”
“I used to be generally a good girl before I met you lot.” said Margaret.
“So did I before Sal became my sough of stepmother but I quickly discovered that being naughty is a lot nicer.” The sought of stepmother needs explanation Sal had been engaged to Ella's father who died suddenly of a heart attack leaving all his money to Sal. On meeting the girl who would have become her step daughter if the marriage had taken place she decided that with the money came the daughter. What developed was a rather unusual but highly satisfactory relationship. Sal corrupted Ella in many different ways with Ella's complete co-operation.
As they sat back Sal asked what the four of them had been up to other than fucking that is. “We have been industrious Margie and Nicie have been preserving all the produce that I have been picking from your garden. Considering how evil the summer was we got quite a lot since the moment autumn came officially the weather improved.
“You lovely people we will have to share it between the lot of us as I am quite sure that is quite a lot and more than we can use.”
“Just slightly it is the first time I have seen horseback to be used for picking fruit. Tara is an old sweetly and very helpful as long as she got the odd apple.”
“Not too many rotten ones I hope its not unknown for horses to get tipsy on fermented windfalls.”
“Not a chance with me on her back . I didn't fancy riding a drunken pony. It was a lot easier than a ladder as I could more her far easier. I just picked them and the girls decided what could be used which was most of it.”
“Talking of that I used some of the apples to try out a new desert. Apple tartelette in a set cinnamon custard.”
“Now that sound scrummy. Are you two staying for dinner.”
“We anticipated you would ask and I have a tartiflette ready to go in the oven. With Mark at that geek fest in Los Angeles and Chris off visiting his old aunt. I anticipated that would be what you would suggest.”
“Good you are really accepting that we are family even if only two of us have even a vague genetic relationship. It will be just us girls together then.”
“Oh you don't know how good that sounds to me just us girls.” said Alex fondling her growing left boob to emphasise the point. Linda bent over and sucked the right one.
“Yes most definitely female” she said before going back to sucking her husbands breast.
“Lets not get too distracted I'm hungry said Sal. Margaret and Nicola nipped into the kitchen whilst Ella scooted down to the cellar and returned with some Sancerre to go with the tartiflette and a Sauterne for the desert.
“Are these a good choice or should we have cidre doux with the apple desert.”
“No those are best because whilst the tartiflette started off as a peasant dish the desert is very much fine dining and cider doesn't quite match a sweet Sauterne goes with anything sweet.
They sat down to dinner with at least an attempt at clothing Ella was wearing a pretty smock top and lacy but very see through shorts. Sal had put on a full length dress that would be quite formal if it hadn't been totally sheer. The others were wearing tee-shirts of varying lengths none of them adequate to cover up their crutch area.
“ Margie and Nicie, I have got the offer of some distinctly up-market jobs for you. There is a catch as you will at times be used as a cover for getting someone into a building. If you agree to help you would be serving our national interest and security.”
“Sounds as though there is a risk involved, how much would that risk be.”
“To you not very much as you will be in London and helping some influential people. I don;t know what the risk is for the girl you are providing cover. Rather more I suspect as she will be less obvious so easier to deal with but even then I think our friends would be pretty rough with anyone who tries to harm you. This is not like going abroad to spy where you are in enemy territory and whatever the rumours we do look after our own even if we publicly deny any knowledge.
“You clearly have some interesting friends.”
“Oh yes and apart from the real ones I can call on Grandpa's mates who are really hard types. Are you up for it these jobs even the ones that don't involve anything dodgy will pay way over the odds and you will acquire a good reputation as well.”
The two girls looked at each other. “Can we give you an answer in the morning?”
“Of course, do you want to stay over?”
The next morning the girls had talked over the proposal and agreed. The first of these special jobs would be a dry run but they would be using Erika as a server and on this occasion nothing more. Erika came to Sal's house to meet Margaret and Nicola, with her was her twin. This is where it got interesting because they looked identical but were in fact fraternal and even more so was that Erika had been Eric at birth.”
“So your trans are you?”
“Yes I gone the full way through the process including surgery. Since Anne and I are the same height I have tried to look as much like her ass possible.”
“Erika is a lot more fun than Eric ever was since he was never comfortable and a moody mare as a result. Anyway I like have an identical sister.”
“That's pretty cool, our friends Alex is going through the process at the moment but he will probably keep his dick since his wife enjoys it far too much. Oh so he's into girls I prefer blokes so I much prefer being as feminine as can be achieved.”
“So let me get this right when we do a job where you are going to play Mata Hari we get you into the building you start serving but then nip off. Once that happens we will produce Anne so if someone counts servers the numbers are right.”
“Yuh and if I do get caught it will be more difficult to associate me with you. They will probably twig but not be able to do anything without a major fuss. They can then either hand me over to the police where I will get sprung in the morning or if they try to disappear me then the heavy mob will come to the rescue. Terrible a botch terrorist attack on the trade mission, consulate whatever but I will be out of their hands.
HM Government won't be too happy but I suppose that's the advantage your working for the west more generally not HMG. They will get pissed but have to put up with it. I see why our involvement being deniable is important though. It's rather neat.” Sal's astute lawyer mind had analysed all of it.
A number of dry runs were done all of which paid very well. Erika proved to be a very effective server who Margaret ad Nicola would have been happy to employ on her merits. Alex and Linda were also regularly helping as servers now which ad allowed Linda to give up pub work With the income they were getting from work for Sal plus there board an keep cost being about as generous as was plausible to the tax authorities they wee now quite comfortable. Alex found having Erika around was rally helpful as she gave advice based on her own experience.
The Ella got an invitation to meet Crispin, who was Quentin's God son. Before the two of them went to a party in London Ella was invited for tea with Crispin's mother.
“Sounds like the lady wants to check you out first darling. I can't blame her if Quentin is involved. It makes a change from the Papa checking out male suitors to his darling girl”
As Ella had still to pass her driving test, the test in fact being the week after the tea invite she went down by train. Sal would have given her a lift but this way she seemed more independent. It was only three stops down the line so the train made sense. Mrs Partidge would pick Ella up Horsham station.
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Ella walked through the ticket barriers to be immediately greeted by slim elegant women whose age she wouldn't like to have to guess.
“Arabella?” Ella nodded her confirmation. “I'm Constance Partridge. The car is just outside. Oh goodness I hope your not shy as well otherwise we will not get a word out of the air of you.” Generally Ella was very far from shy nowadays but this situation made her revert to her school days when she had indeed been a wall flower. Ella pulled herself together.
“I am not normally shy but this is slightly unusual and a bit unnerving.”
“Yes bloody Quentin is up to his games but at least some of it is for Crispin's benefit. I hope you are not being put in an awkward position.”
“By no means I really am looking forward to meeting Crispin and go to that party with him.”
“Thank you, my son is painfully shy a result of my blustering bull of a husband who bullied the poor lad without even intending to. Thank God he's run off with his floozy. Didn't appreciate it at the time but life is a lot easier without him.”
“Yes funny isn't it my life is better since my father dropped dead and he did intend to bully me.”
“The two of us at least have something in common. Please call me Stancia when I was young I had a n Italian nanny who mangled Constance and the Italian version Constanza into Stancia and its stuck. I much prefer it Constance sound so Victorian.”
“Another thing we have in common which is why I prefer Ella to Arabella.”
“Ella it is. I'll give you a tip if you want to get Crisp talking get him on to history, to say he is an enthusiast is putting it mildly and he forgets to be shy. Mind you stopping him again is another matter.” Ella laughed as she ha met other guys like that her friend the computer genius Mark, for one.
Stancia and Crispin lived in a three bedroom house that dated from when the district had been a separate village. Ella felt more confident that it wasn't mansion sized like her step-mothers neo-Georgian pile.
When they arrived and were sitting down together, Ella took the hint. Crispin was not only knowledgable but also brought his subject to life and Ella found herself enjoying learning about the history of the area also Crispen brought himself to a halt on the subject.”
“I suppose mummy told you how to overcome me being tongue tied around beautiful girls. i try not to be shy but I always think of all the ways I can make an idiot of myself and why would they be interested in me.”
“I do understand and Crispin can't be the easiest of names to have. But why should a girl want to know you. I can think of a list. Your polite, intelligent considerate and really quite easy on the eye.”
“Am I? I don't know what girls look for in a man physically but I am pretty sure I don't have it.”
“Well looks are less important to girls than guys but in as much as they do matter your reasonably tall and look as though you do some sport even if you don't spend every day down the gym.”
“I enjoyed cross country at school and have kept it up afterwards.”
“Well you certainly haven't anything to worry about on the looks stakes and you dress nicely.”
“That is one thing my father was some use for he taught me to dress and mother dragged me into the twenty first century. You look gorgeous in that dress by the way.”
“Thank you, with the help of my step mother I went to some trouble. Your not the only one who was nervous about today.”
“This is going better than I could of hoped. Uncle Quentin's plan would have worked if we had just acted at liking each other but it so m much nicer that we do get on. Now to business whilst mother is out of the way. Your friends have been wangled the contract for food at the Belorussian trade missions dinner to butter up some of our top business people. There is a suspicion that they are fronting a lot of the dodgy tricks and are funnelling through the funding. If your friends get Erika inside then we have a plan for her to plant a bug on the incoming data line.” Stancia came back so they didn't talk any further on the subject.
The next week Ella was all excited because she passed her driving test first time and Sal celebrated by presenting her with a new Audi A1. It was small but had the comfort level not found on other small cars. However that evening she was getting nervous as this was the night the trade mission was going to be penetrated.
It was well after midnight before Linda and Alex returned and both Sal and Ella were staying up to see how it went.
“I don't know the details but everything went fine and Erika did whatever she was there for and got out without anyone the wiser.” They all went to bed feeling very relieved. Ella cuddled up to Sal for once more for comfort than sex.
A couple of evening later was the party in Mayfair. Sal had booked Ella a room at Fleming's a five star hotel very close to the party. It was arranged that Crispin would pick her up from reception. The party went fine and Ella was relived to find that she fitted in. Crispin surprisingly enough was to bust be proud and protective to be shy. Ella found it rather sweet how much trouble he went to to strike a balance between not leaving her alone when she didn't know anyone but not to crowd her either.
In fact it didn't turn out that she didn't know anyone because one of the guest was girl who had been the year above her as school. Olivia recognised her and had clearly met Crispin at least once. Apparently Olivia was in London for an exhibition of her paintings and now lived in the Caribbean with her father. What's more Livi had her own gallery. On the island and was much in demand for commissions.
As they ere walking back to the hotel Ella asked Crispin where they had met and apparently Quentin and Olivia's father had professional dealings that spilled over into friendship.
“Can I come up to your room please. Stop giving me an old fashioned look its business.”
Indeed it was, the device that had been planted was working fine and Quentin wanted Sal and Mark to try and penetrate the network now they had access. Quentin handed over a memory stick which would provide access to some powerful servers which would provide the backup for digital safe cracking.
“Incidentally these servers are owned by Olivia's dad. Geoffrey Callow has a whole big data centre on an island in the Caribbean. I am glad its not that we are trying to get into as its nigh on impenetrable both digitally and physically.”
“Are you finished with the business.”
“Yes, I suppose you want me to pop off now.”
“I don't think so.” Ella had learnt a trick or two from Sal and very smoothly dropped her dress to the floor at which point Crispin became very attentive. “Crispin dear I have learnt to enjoy being a total strumpet. If you want a nice young lady who behaves herself then I won't be offended if you leave.”
“I might be shy but I'm not stupid and I am most definitely a healthy young man but its only fair to warn you I have little experience.”
“That can be rectified.” Ella purred. “Come here”
Crispin didn't need to be asked twice he came over and put his arms around the near naked girl. They kissed at first a bit diffidently but increasingly passionate. Ella felt her silk thong being eased over her bottom and falling down. Breaking the kiss she started to undress Crispin. All sings of shyness were gone and both were soon naked.
“Ella I have got to send a quick text to Uncle Quentin as I assume I don't need a bed for the night.”
“I will be very pissed off if you do.”
“Can't have that then. “ Crispin was succinct just a single word was on the text 'success'.
It was very late when they got to bed and despite good intentions both fell asleep whilst still engaged in foreplay. The next morning they woke neither knowing which of them had dropped off first so after an embarrassed shrug they continued what they had started. Unlike most young men Crispin did not hurry things and as a result the love making was most satisfactory for both partners. Long languid kisses and caresses were only interrupted by room service breakfast.
Eventually they accepted that they should get dressed and vacate the room. Crispin then plucked up the courage to ask what ad been worrying him for a while.
“Could we make a habit of doing this Ella.”
Ella looked at him softly. Making a habit of this was attractive but there was the slight matter of her family arrangements which lets face it were not exactly ordinary. Honesty seemed the best policy as otherwise it would just lead to grief later.
“I would like that but there is something that might be a problem.” Crispin's face fell and he seemed to shrink. “I have a rather complicated family and love life. Amongst other things I am very bi and I sleep with my closest friends. Do you think you could handle that.”
“What do you mean share you with a half dozen men.”
“No only two or three if you count Alex who is trans. One of those only occasionally. My sort of step mother and I have a threesome with Mark quite often.”
“Does this mean that I might get to sleep with the other girls particularly your step mother. What do you mean sort of step mother.”
“Yes if you want and they want which they probably will you get to sleep with the others. Whilst we are not exactly swingers we do share between our group and it won't be the first time we have brought in others.. As for sort of step mother Sal was engaged to but never married my father so is not officially my step mother which is an important legal distinction since we sleep together. All this happened because of her.”
“I am sure I can handle that if I am allowed to join in. Your step mother sounds totally wicked.”
“Oh she is my gorgeous wicked step-mother.”
As they were going home on the train Ella challenged Sal. “OK your cover as an Essex girl who has made good is rather blown. If you were the fake posh broad you pretend then how do you know exactly where to buy this little lot.”
“Grand-dad was a scrap metal merchant and quite probably dodgy. Dad worked for him as was a little less common. I grew up surrounded by broad Essex and it is my natural accent but I did attend a private school. Even in Essex you meet some genuinely posh k**s. As you know I am good at languages and that extends to accents. I am really as at home being the Basildon bimbo as being a sophisticated professional. Just accept I am both. I never went to the kind of parties you will be attending and you have the advantage that you don't revert to type when pissed. Well you do but the type is the right one.”
“What do you mean revert to type when pissed.”
“That wedding you put away a lot of booze and I know drunk when I see it . You were the same as now except hornier” The wedding in question had been very small and had ended in an orgy that eventually included the caterers who had returned unexpectedness had enthusiastically accepted the invitation to join in. It had been a good evening and they acquired some new friends..
As it happened when they got home they found that those new friends were there visiting Linda and Alex who now lived with them. All four were unsurprisingly for them naked and enjoying each other sexually. Now what would be a shock for most people was perfectly normal for Sal and Ella who reacted by stripping and joining in. Nicola's fanny was sticking up as she was on all fours eating out Linda so Sal chomped on the presented pussy. Margaret was on her back making out with Alex but had an equally available pussy that Ella proceeded to attend to hers.
Nicola and Margaret had been perfectly conventional business partners providing high quality catering service and had never had a sexual interest in each other or for that matter any other girl up to the point they accidentally walked into the orgy that was Alex and Linda's wedding breakfast. At that point Alex had only begun to trans to a girl and looked male if dressed with only the start of breasts. Whilst most people would have been somewhat freaked out at what the found going on the two caterers on being invited to join in had decided to accept. Since that time they had become a part of the unusual but happy family that had been developing. They moved in with Alex's best man who lived nearby and were visitors most days and often nights to Ella large home.
The six of then formed a muff eating chain one by one being brought to a climax. After a while they were all satiated and they disengaged slowly and all moved to the big corner sofa that comfortably accommodate all six. They laid back cuddling each other in comfortable companionship.”
“I used to be generally a good girl before I met you lot.” said Margaret.
“So did I before Sal became my sough of stepmother but I quickly discovered that being naughty is a lot nicer.” The sought of stepmother needs explanation Sal had been engaged to Ella's father who died suddenly of a heart attack leaving all his money to Sal. On meeting the girl who would have become her step daughter if the marriage had taken place she decided that with the money came the daughter. What developed was a rather unusual but highly satisfactory relationship. Sal corrupted Ella in many different ways with Ella's complete co-operation.
As they sat back Sal asked what the four of them had been up to other than fucking that is. “We have been industrious Margie and Nicie have been preserving all the produce that I have been picking from your garden. Considering how evil the summer was we got quite a lot since the moment autumn came officially the weather improved.
“You lovely people we will have to share it between the lot of us as I am quite sure that is quite a lot and more than we can use.”
“Just slightly it is the first time I have seen horseback to be used for picking fruit. Tara is an old sweetly and very helpful as long as she got the odd apple.”
“Not too many rotten ones I hope its not unknown for horses to get tipsy on fermented windfalls.”
“Not a chance with me on her back . I didn't fancy riding a drunken pony. It was a lot easier than a ladder as I could more her far easier. I just picked them and the girls decided what could be used which was most of it.”
“Talking of that I used some of the apples to try out a new desert. Apple tartelette in a set cinnamon custard.”
“Now that sound scrummy. Are you two staying for dinner.”
“We anticipated you would ask and I have a tartiflette ready to go in the oven. With Mark at that geek fest in Los Angeles and Chris off visiting his old aunt. I anticipated that would be what you would suggest.”
“Good you are really accepting that we are family even if only two of us have even a vague genetic relationship. It will be just us girls together then.”
“Oh you don't know how good that sounds to me just us girls.” said Alex fondling her growing left boob to emphasise the point. Linda bent over and sucked the right one.
“Yes most definitely female” she said before going back to sucking her husbands breast.
“Lets not get too distracted I'm hungry said Sal. Margaret and Nicola nipped into the kitchen whilst Ella scooted down to the cellar and returned with some Sancerre to go with the tartiflette and a Sauterne for the desert.
“Are these a good choice or should we have cidre doux with the apple desert.”
“No those are best because whilst the tartiflette started off as a peasant dish the desert is very much fine dining and cider doesn't quite match a sweet Sauterne goes with anything sweet.
They sat down to dinner with at least an attempt at clothing Ella was wearing a pretty smock top and lacy but very see through shorts. Sal had put on a full length dress that would be quite formal if it hadn't been totally sheer. The others were wearing tee-shirts of varying lengths none of them adequate to cover up their crutch area.
“ Margie and Nicie, I have got the offer of some distinctly up-market jobs for you. There is a catch as you will at times be used as a cover for getting someone into a building. If you agree to help you would be serving our national interest and security.”
“Sounds as though there is a risk involved, how much would that risk be.”
“To you not very much as you will be in London and helping some influential people. I don;t know what the risk is for the girl you are providing cover. Rather more I suspect as she will be less obvious so easier to deal with but even then I think our friends would be pretty rough with anyone who tries to harm you. This is not like going abroad to spy where you are in enemy territory and whatever the rumours we do look after our own even if we publicly deny any knowledge.
“You clearly have some interesting friends.”
“Oh yes and apart from the real ones I can call on Grandpa's mates who are really hard types. Are you up for it these jobs even the ones that don't involve anything dodgy will pay way over the odds and you will acquire a good reputation as well.”
The two girls looked at each other. “Can we give you an answer in the morning?”
“Of course, do you want to stay over?”
The next morning the girls had talked over the proposal and agreed. The first of these special jobs would be a dry run but they would be using Erika as a server and on this occasion nothing more. Erika came to Sal's house to meet Margaret and Nicola, with her was her twin. This is where it got interesting because they looked identical but were in fact fraternal and even more so was that Erika had been Eric at birth.”
“So your trans are you?”
“Yes I gone the full way through the process including surgery. Since Anne and I are the same height I have tried to look as much like her ass possible.”
“Erika is a lot more fun than Eric ever was since he was never comfortable and a moody mare as a result. Anyway I like have an identical sister.”
“That's pretty cool, our friends Alex is going through the process at the moment but he will probably keep his dick since his wife enjoys it far too much. Oh so he's into girls I prefer blokes so I much prefer being as feminine as can be achieved.”
“So let me get this right when we do a job where you are going to play Mata Hari we get you into the building you start serving but then nip off. Once that happens we will produce Anne so if someone counts servers the numbers are right.”
“Yuh and if I do get caught it will be more difficult to associate me with you. They will probably twig but not be able to do anything without a major fuss. They can then either hand me over to the police where I will get sprung in the morning or if they try to disappear me then the heavy mob will come to the rescue. Terrible a botch terrorist attack on the trade mission, consulate whatever but I will be out of their hands.
HM Government won't be too happy but I suppose that's the advantage your working for the west more generally not HMG. They will get pissed but have to put up with it. I see why our involvement being deniable is important though. It's rather neat.” Sal's astute lawyer mind had analysed all of it.
A number of dry runs were done all of which paid very well. Erika proved to be a very effective server who Margaret ad Nicola would have been happy to employ on her merits. Alex and Linda were also regularly helping as servers now which ad allowed Linda to give up pub work With the income they were getting from work for Sal plus there board an keep cost being about as generous as was plausible to the tax authorities they wee now quite comfortable. Alex found having Erika around was rally helpful as she gave advice based on her own experience.
The Ella got an invitation to meet Crispin, who was Quentin's God son. Before the two of them went to a party in London Ella was invited for tea with Crispin's mother.
“Sounds like the lady wants to check you out first darling. I can't blame her if Quentin is involved. It makes a change from the Papa checking out male suitors to his darling girl”
As Ella had still to pass her driving test, the test in fact being the week after the tea invite she went down by train. Sal would have given her a lift but this way she seemed more independent. It was only three stops down the line so the train made sense. Mrs Partidge would pick Ella up Horsham station.
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Ella walked through the ticket barriers to be immediately greeted by slim elegant women whose age she wouldn't like to have to guess.
“Arabella?” Ella nodded her confirmation. “I'm Constance Partridge. The car is just outside. Oh goodness I hope your not shy as well otherwise we will not get a word out of the air of you.” Generally Ella was very far from shy nowadays but this situation made her revert to her school days when she had indeed been a wall flower. Ella pulled herself together.
“I am not normally shy but this is slightly unusual and a bit unnerving.”
“Yes bloody Quentin is up to his games but at least some of it is for Crispin's benefit. I hope you are not being put in an awkward position.”
“By no means I really am looking forward to meeting Crispin and go to that party with him.”
“Thank you, my son is painfully shy a result of my blustering bull of a husband who bullied the poor lad without even intending to. Thank God he's run off with his floozy. Didn't appreciate it at the time but life is a lot easier without him.”
“Yes funny isn't it my life is better since my father dropped dead and he did intend to bully me.”
“The two of us at least have something in common. Please call me Stancia when I was young I had a n Italian nanny who mangled Constance and the Italian version Constanza into Stancia and its stuck. I much prefer it Constance sound so Victorian.”
“Another thing we have in common which is why I prefer Ella to Arabella.”
“Ella it is. I'll give you a tip if you want to get Crisp talking get him on to history, to say he is an enthusiast is putting it mildly and he forgets to be shy. Mind you stopping him again is another matter.” Ella laughed as she ha met other guys like that her friend the computer genius Mark, for one.
Stancia and Crispin lived in a three bedroom house that dated from when the district had been a separate village. Ella felt more confident that it wasn't mansion sized like her step-mothers neo-Georgian pile.
When they arrived and were sitting down together, Ella took the hint. Crispin was not only knowledgable but also brought his subject to life and Ella found herself enjoying learning about the history of the area also Crispen brought himself to a halt on the subject.”
“I suppose mummy told you how to overcome me being tongue tied around beautiful girls. i try not to be shy but I always think of all the ways I can make an idiot of myself and why would they be interested in me.”
“I do understand and Crispin can't be the easiest of names to have. But why should a girl want to know you. I can think of a list. Your polite, intelligent considerate and really quite easy on the eye.”
“Am I? I don't know what girls look for in a man physically but I am pretty sure I don't have it.”
“Well looks are less important to girls than guys but in as much as they do matter your reasonably tall and look as though you do some sport even if you don't spend every day down the gym.”
“I enjoyed cross country at school and have kept it up afterwards.”
“Well you certainly haven't anything to worry about on the looks stakes and you dress nicely.”
“That is one thing my father was some use for he taught me to dress and mother dragged me into the twenty first century. You look gorgeous in that dress by the way.”
“Thank you, with the help of my step mother I went to some trouble. Your not the only one who was nervous about today.”
“This is going better than I could of hoped. Uncle Quentin's plan would have worked if we had just acted at liking each other but it so m much nicer that we do get on. Now to business whilst mother is out of the way. Your friends have been wangled the contract for food at the Belorussian trade missions dinner to butter up some of our top business people. There is a suspicion that they are fronting a lot of the dodgy tricks and are funnelling through the funding. If your friends get Erika inside then we have a plan for her to plant a bug on the incoming data line.” Stancia came back so they didn't talk any further on the subject.
The next week Ella was all excited because she passed her driving test first time and Sal celebrated by presenting her with a new Audi A1. It was small but had the comfort level not found on other small cars. However that evening she was getting nervous as this was the night the trade mission was going to be penetrated.
It was well after midnight before Linda and Alex returned and both Sal and Ella were staying up to see how it went.
“I don't know the details but everything went fine and Erika did whatever she was there for and got out without anyone the wiser.” They all went to bed feeling very relieved. Ella cuddled up to Sal for once more for comfort than sex.
A couple of evening later was the party in Mayfair. Sal had booked Ella a room at Fleming's a five star hotel very close to the party. It was arranged that Crispin would pick her up from reception. The party went fine and Ella was relived to find that she fitted in. Crispin surprisingly enough was to bust be proud and protective to be shy. Ella found it rather sweet how much trouble he went to to strike a balance between not leaving her alone when she didn't know anyone but not to crowd her either.
In fact it didn't turn out that she didn't know anyone because one of the guest was girl who had been the year above her as school. Olivia recognised her and had clearly met Crispin at least once. Apparently Olivia was in London for an exhibition of her paintings and now lived in the Caribbean with her father. What's more Livi had her own gallery. On the island and was much in demand for commissions.
As they ere walking back to the hotel Ella asked Crispin where they had met and apparently Quentin and Olivia's father had professional dealings that spilled over into friendship.
“Can I come up to your room please. Stop giving me an old fashioned look its business.”
Indeed it was, the device that had been planted was working fine and Quentin wanted Sal and Mark to try and penetrate the network now they had access. Quentin handed over a memory stick which would provide access to some powerful servers which would provide the backup for digital safe cracking.
“Incidentally these servers are owned by Olivia's dad. Geoffrey Callow has a whole big data centre on an island in the Caribbean. I am glad its not that we are trying to get into as its nigh on impenetrable both digitally and physically.”
“Are you finished with the business.”
“Yes, I suppose you want me to pop off now.”
“I don't think so.” Ella had learnt a trick or two from Sal and very smoothly dropped her dress to the floor at which point Crispin became very attentive. “Crispin dear I have learnt to enjoy being a total strumpet. If you want a nice young lady who behaves herself then I won't be offended if you leave.”
“I might be shy but I'm not stupid and I am most definitely a healthy young man but its only fair to warn you I have little experience.”
“That can be rectified.” Ella purred. “Come here”
Crispin didn't need to be asked twice he came over and put his arms around the near naked girl. They kissed at first a bit diffidently but increasingly passionate. Ella felt her silk thong being eased over her bottom and falling down. Breaking the kiss she started to undress Crispin. All sings of shyness were gone and both were soon naked.
“Ella I have got to send a quick text to Uncle Quentin as I assume I don't need a bed for the night.”
“I will be very pissed off if you do.”
“Can't have that then. “ Crispin was succinct just a single word was on the text 'success'.
It was very late when they got to bed and despite good intentions both fell asleep whilst still engaged in foreplay. The next morning they woke neither knowing which of them had dropped off first so after an embarrassed shrug they continued what they had started. Unlike most young men Crispin did not hurry things and as a result the love making was most satisfactory for both partners. Long languid kisses and caresses were only interrupted by room service breakfast.
Eventually they accepted that they should get dressed and vacate the room. Crispin then plucked up the courage to ask what ad been worrying him for a while.
“Could we make a habit of doing this Ella.”
Ella looked at him softly. Making a habit of this was attractive but there was the slight matter of her family arrangements which lets face it were not exactly ordinary. Honesty seemed the best policy as otherwise it would just lead to grief later.
“I would like that but there is something that might be a problem.” Crispin's face fell and he seemed to shrink. “I have a rather complicated family and love life. Amongst other things I am very bi and I sleep with my closest friends. Do you think you could handle that.”
“What do you mean share you with a half dozen men.”
“No only two or three if you count Alex who is trans. One of those only occasionally. My sort of step mother and I have a threesome with Mark quite often.”
“Does this mean that I might get to sleep with the other girls particularly your step mother. What do you mean sort of step mother.”
“Yes if you want and they want which they probably will you get to sleep with the others. Whilst we are not exactly swingers we do share between our group and it won't be the first time we have brought in others.. As for sort of step mother Sal was engaged to but never married my father so is not officially my step mother which is an important legal distinction since we sleep together. All this happened because of her.”
“I am sure I can handle that if I am allowed to join in. Your step mother sounds totally wicked.”
“Oh she is my gorgeous wicked step-mother.”
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