Sue and Julie Buiness part two
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Part four.
“No fucking way, no fucking way. You must be out of your fucking mind to even consider it.” David shouted. He was livid, red faced. Angry.
“So what your saying is that the only work we’ve attracted since we set ourselves up in this business, the only work, and I do mean the only work, and we should just say no. Why?” Lisa knew perfectly well why. She knew too that they had to take it. Take it or go out of business, start looking for something else. Their dream of a private detective agency was evaporating between their very eyes.
The lift at Hampstead tube station was out of order. The deepest tube in London. It was a long walk up the stairs. The late morning air was refreshing. Lisa turned left, and walked down the street, turning left again into Flask Walk. The leafy avenue, with its Edwardian houses was a haven of the middle classes. She kept on walking, turning into other quiet streets, before she reached the square. The door opened, she walked in. The door closed behind her. David had been right, she was out of her fucking mind. Why was she here? She’d asked herself that many times since she had taken the assignment. Still she had no intention of actually doing anything. Just seeing the club, see its operation. Talk to some of his girls. If possible, she’d bug Sean Tate’s office, but not today, today was just to gather information. The club had been tastefully done, she was impressed. She walked into the “Lion’s Den.”
Sean Tate sat behind his desk. He looked her up and down. She was an attractive woman, curvy, big tits he noted, 36E he guessed correctly. They were joined by two other women, who sat on a leather sofa. Sean talked, talked about what he would require her to do. She knew what he’d want, she wasn’t stupid. She looked about her, working out where to fix the listening bugs she would bring with her next time. Her attention was brought back to the now, when he said “Right, lets see what you have, take your clothes off.” Lisa had expected this, and was prepared for it. After all she’d sunbathed topless in Greece, but even so, she was nervous. “Look luv, if you want the job?”
Sue watched as Lisa unbuttoned her blouse. She couldn’t quite work her out. She hadn’t been listening to Sean, of that she was sure. The white blouse came off. Lisa wore a plain white bra. She seemed to think that was enough. It wasn’t. “And your trousers,” Sean said. Lisa hesitated, then slipped her shoes off, and un buttoned her black trousers, unzipped them, and pulled them down, hopping on one leg, then the other as she took them off. Her white panties had ridden up her bum. Sue could see she had a very good figure, and clearly looked after herself. Lisa turned through three sixty degrees.
Sean’s phone rang. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. She still stood in her underwear. The two women watching her, as Tate listened to his phone. She felt uncomfortable. Sean put his hand over the mouthpiece. “Sue, Julie, you both ready for this afternoons?” He asked. They both nodded that they were. “Good, right, I’m a girl short, so Lisa, if you want to work for me, you go with the girls here, now.”
Lisa had to think literally on her feet. If she said no, she’d not see the inside of this place again. If she said yes, she didn’t want to think about that, but she’d be “in.”
Kentish Town, a short cab ride from Hampstead. Lisa sat in the back of the black cab with two women she had just met. Sue and Julie. Sue sat in the middle of the seat, and Lisa could feel the warmth of her thigh through the material of her dress. Her perfume filled her nostrils. Lisa had butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know what to expect. Sue and Julie chatted to each other, whilst Lisa was lost in her own thoughts. She wore a borrowed dress and shoes. Underwear quickly purchased from a lingerie shop in the High Street.
They arrived outside a trendy restaurant in Kentish Town. Six guys were waiting for them, Sue ordered an Old fashioned, whilst Julie had a martini. “What’s your poison Lisa?” “I’ll have a martini as well, please,” Lisa ordered. The guys seemed nice, civil servants of some sort. They flirted, boasted. Lisa learned about local planning. She heard a lot about politics within London’s councils. They moved upstairs to a private room, lunch was waiting. It was delicious. She sat with a guy on either side of her. She felt a hand on her thigh, it moved up her leg. She put a hand on it, to stop its progress. Across the table from her, Sue was kissing the two guys either side of her, Julie’s head was below the table, and Lisa could only guess what she was doing. It was time for her to leave. She stood, pushing her chair back with the backs of her legs. Immediately a hand travelled up the back of her thigh, under the hem of her dress, above her stocking top, it grazed her skin, then cupped her arse, squeezing gently, then a finger wormed under the leg of her panties.. Her hands still rested on the tables edge. Words formed on her red lips, and were lost. Hands gripped her hips, as other hands lifted her dress above her waist, then above her head, until she stood speechless, in only the briefest ivory and black lace knickers, bra and suspenders and stockings. She felt her bra being unclipped. It fell away, and hands grasped her breasts, at the same time fingers ran over her knickers, rubbing her pussy. She felt powerless, a sinking feeling filled her body, as she realised her husband David had been right. She had been mad to take this assignment. She wanted to shout stop, I don’t want this, and she was about to, but then a mouth covered hers. A soft mouth, a familiar aroma filled her senses.
Sue watched as Julie sucked one cock, then another. She switched her attention to the new girl. She wasn’t sure about her. Not sure at all. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She watched as Lisa stiffened in her chair, arms either side of her, under the table. Silently Sue stood, and walked toward Lisa. As she arrived, Lisa stood, one of the guys lifted her dress, lifted it, until it was over her head, and off. Sue saw Lisa was close to bottling it. She took her head in her hands, and kissed her on the lips, there was an initial resistance, and then Lisa responded. Sue continued a moment longer, then broke away. She had her own clients to deal with, Lisa was on her own, well almost.
Sue was naked, but for her heels, she lay on the table, between her legs one of the guys, sweating as he fucked her furiously, Sue wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him deeper into herself. She looked to her left, Julie had two guys, one in her mouth, the other she sat astride, his cock pumping in and out of her cunt. To her right, Lisa was being fucked from behind. The guys wanted to swap over, they wanted to fuck each of them. Sue and Julie had been here before, they leant against the table, legs spread, Lisa was brought to the table, and stood beside Sue. Then Sue felt the first cock penetrate her cunt. She arched her back, to allow it to fuck her deeper. Julie was groaning, her head thrown back as she enjoyed herself. Sue looked at Lisa, and saw a tear roll down her cheek.
“Sean,” Julie said, “Sue and me, both think something is not right with that new girl Lisa, she’s always asking questions, nosing about. She’s not like us.”
“You think the same Sue?” Sean asked.
“Yes, nothing I can put my finger on though,” Sue replied.
“Journalist?” Sean floated the question.
“Maybe, she didn’t want to fuck last week, that’s for sure, she was trying to leave when she was pinned against the table, and taken from behind,” Sue told him.
“She would have too if Sue hadn’t kissed her, that confused her just long enough.” Julie added.
“I’ll have Mike Farrell check her out.” Sean told them.
A week later Mike Farrell had the answers to what he was looking for. Now he had another job to do. Owen was sweating, he was naked, as were the two girls he always enjoyed when he was in Sean’s club. Sue and Julie slowly dressed, then blew him a kiss, as they left the room, leaving him alone with Tate’s man. Mike didn’t need to beat Owen, the words came tumbling out, how he had hired Lisa, and why. He needed leverage, something to hold over Sean. Insurance. He was sorry. Mike Farrell had no pity for the man. He was weak and greedy. Now he was even deeper in Sean’s debt than he had been before. And when his usefulness was over……..well that was a while away, at least for now.
Lisa was crying, sobbing. Sean was icy cold. “I’m disappointed in you Lisa, a pretty girl like you. You come here, you lie to me. You take my money, you abuse my trust, all the time spying on me, and my clients. Now what am I to do with you?”
Lisa could only sob in reply.
“Now you owe me, I could have one of my men break your husbands legs, maybe you’d like to watch while he does it?”
“No, no please Mr Tate, I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t hurt Dave,” Lisa cried.
“What will you do for me then Lisa, or should I say ex Police Constable……..”
Lisa hung her head. He knew everything.
“I’ll tell you what you’ll do Lisa, your spy for me, I’ll hire you as a private detective, my detective. Your spy for me, and your fuck for me. In short you’ll do whatever I tell you. Understand?”
Lisa gulped down a sob, and nodded.
“And now your fuck for me.”
Lisa stripped. Her bra fell to the floor, she ran a hand over her lacy panties, then pulled them down to her ankles, she stretched them as she moved her feet apart. There were six of them. Six tall, muscular black guys. The first held his cock in his hand, slowly wanking it. It was erect. Hard and throbbing. He sat on a leather sofa. She was mesmerised by it. She edged forward, her knickers caught on her heels. She kicked them off. Then straddled him. His cock stretched her as it slide inside her, it was huge, she didn’t know if she could take it all. All the time she told herself that she was doing this for David. She held a cock in each hand, slowly exciting them. She opened her mouth, another cock. It fucked her mouth, she gagged, spit dribbled down her chin. The cock inside her was pounding her cunt, and despite herself she felt the first wave, deep inside her. It grew, and grew, then engulfed her, as she came, “oh my god she thought, I can’t enjoy this, I mustn’t,” but she did, she groaned, “fucking………hell, oh yesssssssss, faster, faster, ooooooooooow.”
Her orgasm hadn’t begun to fade, when she felt a cock rub against her anus, she clenched it closed, held it tight. The lube did its job, and the cock slide slowly into her virgin arse. It hurt, it hurt like hell. Her anus tore, a small trickle of blood ran down the top of her leg. The cock was inside her, in her arse. It pushed deeper. The cock in her cunt was still, as the second began to fuck her. She came again, then again, then oh fucking hell, again. She hadn’t experience a multiple orgasm before, she hadn’t believed in them. Now she worshipped them, wanted more. More she got, as black throbbing cock was replace by black throbbing cock. Replaced in her mouth, her arse, her wet hungry cunt. It didn’t matter where the cock had come from, she sucked it, wet from her cunt, tasting of lube from her arse, she was hungry for them. Then they came, one at a time, came in hot jets in her mouth, on her face. Her face was covered in come, her cunt wet, juices trickled down her legs. Her arse glistened with lube, gapped wide from the six cocks it had accommodated. She was brought back to earth, with the realisation that she was now one of Sean women, for good or bad, as the director called “Cut.”
“No fucking way, no fucking way. You must be out of your fucking mind to even consider it.” David shouted. He was livid, red faced. Angry.
“So what your saying is that the only work we’ve attracted since we set ourselves up in this business, the only work, and I do mean the only work, and we should just say no. Why?” Lisa knew perfectly well why. She knew too that they had to take it. Take it or go out of business, start looking for something else. Their dream of a private detective agency was evaporating between their very eyes.
The lift at Hampstead tube station was out of order. The deepest tube in London. It was a long walk up the stairs. The late morning air was refreshing. Lisa turned left, and walked down the street, turning left again into Flask Walk. The leafy avenue, with its Edwardian houses was a haven of the middle classes. She kept on walking, turning into other quiet streets, before she reached the square. The door opened, she walked in. The door closed behind her. David had been right, she was out of her fucking mind. Why was she here? She’d asked herself that many times since she had taken the assignment. Still she had no intention of actually doing anything. Just seeing the club, see its operation. Talk to some of his girls. If possible, she’d bug Sean Tate’s office, but not today, today was just to gather information. The club had been tastefully done, she was impressed. She walked into the “Lion’s Den.”
Sean Tate sat behind his desk. He looked her up and down. She was an attractive woman, curvy, big tits he noted, 36E he guessed correctly. They were joined by two other women, who sat on a leather sofa. Sean talked, talked about what he would require her to do. She knew what he’d want, she wasn’t stupid. She looked about her, working out where to fix the listening bugs she would bring with her next time. Her attention was brought back to the now, when he said “Right, lets see what you have, take your clothes off.” Lisa had expected this, and was prepared for it. After all she’d sunbathed topless in Greece, but even so, she was nervous. “Look luv, if you want the job?”
Sue watched as Lisa unbuttoned her blouse. She couldn’t quite work her out. She hadn’t been listening to Sean, of that she was sure. The white blouse came off. Lisa wore a plain white bra. She seemed to think that was enough. It wasn’t. “And your trousers,” Sean said. Lisa hesitated, then slipped her shoes off, and un buttoned her black trousers, unzipped them, and pulled them down, hopping on one leg, then the other as she took them off. Her white panties had ridden up her bum. Sue could see she had a very good figure, and clearly looked after herself. Lisa turned through three sixty degrees.
Sean’s phone rang. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. She still stood in her underwear. The two women watching her, as Tate listened to his phone. She felt uncomfortable. Sean put his hand over the mouthpiece. “Sue, Julie, you both ready for this afternoons?” He asked. They both nodded that they were. “Good, right, I’m a girl short, so Lisa, if you want to work for me, you go with the girls here, now.”
Lisa had to think literally on her feet. If she said no, she’d not see the inside of this place again. If she said yes, she didn’t want to think about that, but she’d be “in.”
Kentish Town, a short cab ride from Hampstead. Lisa sat in the back of the black cab with two women she had just met. Sue and Julie. Sue sat in the middle of the seat, and Lisa could feel the warmth of her thigh through the material of her dress. Her perfume filled her nostrils. Lisa had butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know what to expect. Sue and Julie chatted to each other, whilst Lisa was lost in her own thoughts. She wore a borrowed dress and shoes. Underwear quickly purchased from a lingerie shop in the High Street.
They arrived outside a trendy restaurant in Kentish Town. Six guys were waiting for them, Sue ordered an Old fashioned, whilst Julie had a martini. “What’s your poison Lisa?” “I’ll have a martini as well, please,” Lisa ordered. The guys seemed nice, civil servants of some sort. They flirted, boasted. Lisa learned about local planning. She heard a lot about politics within London’s councils. They moved upstairs to a private room, lunch was waiting. It was delicious. She sat with a guy on either side of her. She felt a hand on her thigh, it moved up her leg. She put a hand on it, to stop its progress. Across the table from her, Sue was kissing the two guys either side of her, Julie’s head was below the table, and Lisa could only guess what she was doing. It was time for her to leave. She stood, pushing her chair back with the backs of her legs. Immediately a hand travelled up the back of her thigh, under the hem of her dress, above her stocking top, it grazed her skin, then cupped her arse, squeezing gently, then a finger wormed under the leg of her panties.. Her hands still rested on the tables edge. Words formed on her red lips, and were lost. Hands gripped her hips, as other hands lifted her dress above her waist, then above her head, until she stood speechless, in only the briefest ivory and black lace knickers, bra and suspenders and stockings. She felt her bra being unclipped. It fell away, and hands grasped her breasts, at the same time fingers ran over her knickers, rubbing her pussy. She felt powerless, a sinking feeling filled her body, as she realised her husband David had been right. She had been mad to take this assignment. She wanted to shout stop, I don’t want this, and she was about to, but then a mouth covered hers. A soft mouth, a familiar aroma filled her senses.
Sue watched as Julie sucked one cock, then another. She switched her attention to the new girl. She wasn’t sure about her. Not sure at all. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She watched as Lisa stiffened in her chair, arms either side of her, under the table. Silently Sue stood, and walked toward Lisa. As she arrived, Lisa stood, one of the guys lifted her dress, lifted it, until it was over her head, and off. Sue saw Lisa was close to bottling it. She took her head in her hands, and kissed her on the lips, there was an initial resistance, and then Lisa responded. Sue continued a moment longer, then broke away. She had her own clients to deal with, Lisa was on her own, well almost.
Sue was naked, but for her heels, she lay on the table, between her legs one of the guys, sweating as he fucked her furiously, Sue wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him deeper into herself. She looked to her left, Julie had two guys, one in her mouth, the other she sat astride, his cock pumping in and out of her cunt. To her right, Lisa was being fucked from behind. The guys wanted to swap over, they wanted to fuck each of them. Sue and Julie had been here before, they leant against the table, legs spread, Lisa was brought to the table, and stood beside Sue. Then Sue felt the first cock penetrate her cunt. She arched her back, to allow it to fuck her deeper. Julie was groaning, her head thrown back as she enjoyed herself. Sue looked at Lisa, and saw a tear roll down her cheek.
“Sean,” Julie said, “Sue and me, both think something is not right with that new girl Lisa, she’s always asking questions, nosing about. She’s not like us.”
“You think the same Sue?” Sean asked.
“Yes, nothing I can put my finger on though,” Sue replied.
“Journalist?” Sean floated the question.
“Maybe, she didn’t want to fuck last week, that’s for sure, she was trying to leave when she was pinned against the table, and taken from behind,” Sue told him.
“She would have too if Sue hadn’t kissed her, that confused her just long enough.” Julie added.
“I’ll have Mike Farrell check her out.” Sean told them.
A week later Mike Farrell had the answers to what he was looking for. Now he had another job to do. Owen was sweating, he was naked, as were the two girls he always enjoyed when he was in Sean’s club. Sue and Julie slowly dressed, then blew him a kiss, as they left the room, leaving him alone with Tate’s man. Mike didn’t need to beat Owen, the words came tumbling out, how he had hired Lisa, and why. He needed leverage, something to hold over Sean. Insurance. He was sorry. Mike Farrell had no pity for the man. He was weak and greedy. Now he was even deeper in Sean’s debt than he had been before. And when his usefulness was over……..well that was a while away, at least for now.
Lisa was crying, sobbing. Sean was icy cold. “I’m disappointed in you Lisa, a pretty girl like you. You come here, you lie to me. You take my money, you abuse my trust, all the time spying on me, and my clients. Now what am I to do with you?”
Lisa could only sob in reply.
“Now you owe me, I could have one of my men break your husbands legs, maybe you’d like to watch while he does it?”
“No, no please Mr Tate, I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t hurt Dave,” Lisa cried.
“What will you do for me then Lisa, or should I say ex Police Constable……..”
Lisa hung her head. He knew everything.
“I’ll tell you what you’ll do Lisa, your spy for me, I’ll hire you as a private detective, my detective. Your spy for me, and your fuck for me. In short you’ll do whatever I tell you. Understand?”
Lisa gulped down a sob, and nodded.
“And now your fuck for me.”
Lisa stripped. Her bra fell to the floor, she ran a hand over her lacy panties, then pulled them down to her ankles, she stretched them as she moved her feet apart. There were six of them. Six tall, muscular black guys. The first held his cock in his hand, slowly wanking it. It was erect. Hard and throbbing. He sat on a leather sofa. She was mesmerised by it. She edged forward, her knickers caught on her heels. She kicked them off. Then straddled him. His cock stretched her as it slide inside her, it was huge, she didn’t know if she could take it all. All the time she told herself that she was doing this for David. She held a cock in each hand, slowly exciting them. She opened her mouth, another cock. It fucked her mouth, she gagged, spit dribbled down her chin. The cock inside her was pounding her cunt, and despite herself she felt the first wave, deep inside her. It grew, and grew, then engulfed her, as she came, “oh my god she thought, I can’t enjoy this, I mustn’t,” but she did, she groaned, “fucking………hell, oh yesssssssss, faster, faster, ooooooooooow.”
Her orgasm hadn’t begun to fade, when she felt a cock rub against her anus, she clenched it closed, held it tight. The lube did its job, and the cock slide slowly into her virgin arse. It hurt, it hurt like hell. Her anus tore, a small trickle of blood ran down the top of her leg. The cock was inside her, in her arse. It pushed deeper. The cock in her cunt was still, as the second began to fuck her. She came again, then again, then oh fucking hell, again. She hadn’t experience a multiple orgasm before, she hadn’t believed in them. Now she worshipped them, wanted more. More she got, as black throbbing cock was replace by black throbbing cock. Replaced in her mouth, her arse, her wet hungry cunt. It didn’t matter where the cock had come from, she sucked it, wet from her cunt, tasting of lube from her arse, she was hungry for them. Then they came, one at a time, came in hot jets in her mouth, on her face. Her face was covered in come, her cunt wet, juices trickled down her legs. Her arse glistened with lube, gapped wide from the six cocks it had accommodated. She was brought back to earth, with the realisation that she was now one of Sean women, for good or bad, as the director called “Cut.”
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