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Chapter 2
Eveline parked her company car in the secure underground garage at the
block of flats she lived in about 3 miles outside Manchester. Taking her
bag from behind the passenger seat and carefully swinging both legs
together so that her coat didn't fall open and expose everything to
anyone else passing, she climbed out of the car, locked it and made for
the lifts in the corner, pausing only to briefly look at the car again,
it was force of habit to make sure the windows were fully closed, but she
always loved the way the garage lights reflected off the Audi's
paintwork, to her mind, the TT always looked better with nobody in it and
this final glance had become part of her routine.
Pressing G for ground floor she stopped off to check if she had any mail
in the reception area, and Andy the night clerk passed it over to her and
wished her a good night. Thanking him she got back in the lifts and
pressed the button for the 6th floor. Renting this exclusive apartment
was costing her an arm and a leg each month but she loved feeling like
royalty sweeping in and out and the feeling of security the entire place
exuded, plus being one of only 4 apartments on the top floor with a
balcony was fantastic. She'd just have to worry about settling down and
buying something more sensible later on. For now she enjoyed her life's
little luxuries.
And one of these she thought to herself as she let herself in, was a
bottle of red wine to drink whilst lying in a hot bath overflowing with
bubbles. She stripped off what little she was wearing now and pinning her
hair up in a loose pile on top of her head, starting the bath running.
The bathroom was fantastic too, though her mother had put a downer on it
for her when she visited, saying it reminded her of a whore's boudoir.
Honestly, sometimes she thought she was just jealous. Alright the tiled
mirrored ceiling was a little over the top and the expanse of brass
fittings and huge gilt framed mirror on the wall opposite the bath were a
bit much too but she loved lying there in the bath looking up through the
steam and admiring what she could see of herself.
She knew she had a great body and she deserved it. After all she spent
enough time on the elliptical cross-trainer in the corner of the main
room, and her legs showed the results, she looked lithe with good firm
buttocks she smiled to herself as she slapped one in a testing before
climbing into the water. No sagging there. And with no plans to have
children at all there was no reason for her to let herself go she
thought, as she watched the bubbles gather around the small but pert
mounds of her breasts pushing through the surface of the water like two
islands in a huge ocean. Still, maybe she shouldn't go about without a
bra so much if she wanted them to continue to defy gravity for much
longer. After all she was in her early 30s now she pondered, sipping from
her glass.
Climbing out fifteen minutes later, before the water could start to cool
noticeably, she patted herself dry, not need to rub too hard thanks to
the baby oil she had added to the water. Her skin looked good too she
noticed, grabbing the huge white fluffy dressing gown from the hook on
the back of the door. She let her hair down and brushed through it and
then picking up the wine glass she headed to the compact but well
equipped kitchenette to grab the rest of bottle of wine and then went
through to the sitting room. Putting the bottle on a small glass table,
she switched on the flat screen television and flicked idly through the
channels her mind on other things.
Another evening and she was alone again she thought. But to be fair she
never really got lonely and she didn't actually like going out much after
work during the week, there was plenty of time to do things at weekend.
She was only minutes from the city centre by train though she rarely used
public transport, since she had the company car with secure parking both
here and at work, and parking there was free too. Not much incentive to
use public transport at all then, when she enjoyed privacy. She liked her
personal space.
There was nothing worse than being smartly dressed first thing in the
morning and walking in the rain for a train and then being squashed up
against a window by the fattest man who decided to get on, who then
coughed and snivelled throughout the journey, whilst subjecting you to
his lack of under-arm deodorant whenever he turned the pages of his
broadsheet newspaper. No thanks. And they were always sweaty as well she
thought shuddering, even in the middle of winter. Yuck. In fact now she
thought about it, she didn't go out much at all.
Her home was her haven, and she could always find things to occupy
herself there. She still enjoyed the theatre, cinema and so on, and it
was great being so near a big city with art galleries, and of course
shopping she admitted smiling. But she didn't mind going to those places
alone, she preferred the spontaneity of things this way. Besides her
friend Liz whom she had known since college still kept in touch almost
daily by email, and came over to spend the weekend with her once a month.
She only lived in Wilmslow but they made a point of keeping a weekend to
themselves, and by offering to let Liz stay there was no worrying about
how much they had to drink if they went out, or decided to get sloshed
whilst staying in watching silly girly DVDs whilst stuffing themselves on
pizza and Pringles etc. Liz had had a serious boyfriend now for almost a
year but their weekends had been a standing arrangement even before she
met him so there was no problem there.
Sometimes she thought it would be nice to come home to someone after work
herself though, but she wasn't ready for another man just yet. A cat
would be ideal she contemplated, but for the fact she was several floors
up with no way to let it outside whenever it wanted. She couldn't keep it
in all day it wasn't fair, and the balcony wouldn't be safe, not enough
to stop her worrying anyway. She knew some people kept their cats in all
the time, especially if they were Persian or Siamese ones, but she
thought it must be very boring for the poor things. A dog was out of the
question. She did love dogs, but she was out too much of the time and
this apartment was too expensive to be wrecked by a lonely dog missing
its owner and it would need lots of exercise which she didn't always have
time for. Plus she often had to go away to conferences. In fact she
wasn't even sure if the owners allowed tenants to have pets at all. But
she could just imagine it now, claw marks on the leather sofa, her best
satin and lace embroidered throw-over for the bed that Liz had brought
her back from Egypt ripped etc.
Liz was pretty out-going like that, she did things on her own a lot too
she realized. They still got on great and she could relax and be less
controlling, more daft in a way when Liz was around, because she'd known
her before she got this high-flying job. But Liz had gone to the less
well known parts of Egypt by herself backpacking while she was still in
college! She personally would have been scared of getting lost and not
finding anyone that spoke English or having her passport stolen and so
on, and so tending to go for expensive city breaks in places like Vienna,
Prague and Paris. And from what Liz had told her, she was right to do so
if she was going alone.
Liz had been looking for an off the beaten track bar that was recommended
in her Lonely Planet guide and had been unable to find it when an
Egyptian man had said he'd show her the way, and she had followed him
quite a way expecting it to be away from the hustle and bustle of the
market area, but eventually chickening out and going back towards the
noise, as he lead her through a maze of back streets to goodness knows
where. It was rumoured that foreign women were abducted and made to serve
as prostitutes before they were freed months later. Yet at the same time
Liz was so down to earth and shy that it came across as dowdy a lot of
the time and she wasn't vain so her naturally good looks and waist length
blonde hair went to waste in Eveline's opinion. She hadn't personally met
Liz's boyfriend yet, she supposed she would do eventually if it got
really serious, but so far the occasion hadn't really cropped up.
She almost always looked forward to Liz visiting and to whatever new
tales she would bring with her. The only downside was the lack of a
guestroom in the apartment which meant that they had to share the bed,
but it was a king-size and Liz didn't seem to care, after all they'd been
on camping holidays together whilst at college and each had seen
everything the other had to offer body-wise so it was a bit late to be
embarrassed now. She had never told Liz she suspected herself of being a
little bi-sexual in case it scared her off. She didn't really have a
thing for Liz who was far too much of a tomboy, (though she did think
Jayne in the office looked fantastic) and in fact didn't really like the
idea of lesbians at all.
She couldn't imagine licking another woman's clitoris or a woman doing it
to her, but she did have a thing for breasts. Not great big balloon-sized
melons, just pert, firm breasts. The smooth contours, the pale skin, with
the erect nipples pushing against the fabric of a blouse. Simple little
images like that. Possibly she could picture a scene with herself and
another woman in black patent leather heels, stockings, pvc basques and
hot pants using and abusing a man who was restrained either physically or
simply because he had to obey their every command if he didn't want to
feel the end of whip she held in her hand. Yes, she could see herself
giving directions, whilst filming it on a handheld camcorder, the second
woman ensuring compliance, standing there while the man lay on a rug on
her floor, legs spread by a bar at his ankles, which in turned was fixed
to the heavy table's legs. If he tried to sit up and refuse the other
woman would stand over him one hand on her hip, and kick him back to the
floor with one foot against his shoulder, placing that foot heavily on
his chest, the heel digging in, whilst he played with himself,
threatening to drip wax from the lit candle in her other hand onto his
massive erect cock if he took his hand away.
Yes she thought, it would be nice to have a man to play with but she'd
keep him to herself at first. Maybe she could experiment later on, but
she might not want to. If Gerry accepted her proposal she wanted a good
few months of him to herself at least, before anyone else got a look in.
She didn't much care at this point if he had a girlfriend or not at the
moment, since she wasn't trying to muscle in on the commitment side of
things if he had. She had every reason to be discreet considering he was
her subordinate, and if he took the position she could be accused of
favouritism at the very least and sexual harassment if anything went
wrong between them and he wanted out badly enough to try to hurt her
reputation. But she didn't want to use him in a vindictive way, she just
wanted fun.
If he did have a girlfriend he either wasn't getting enough at home, or
it wasn't kinky enough, since he hadn't stopped to consider her that
much. He could easily have stormed off if he'd really wanted to after
all. Perhaps he was happy with her but had such a high sex drive there
was enough left over for her too. Well that would do for now. She didn't
think he was going to turn down her proposition judging from the look on
his face as he left. Oh, she'd have loved to have jumped on top of him
there and then, but that would have meant relinquishing control in their
little role-play and she wasn't planning on letting him be in charge just
yet if at all, even if he did look like he could dominate her in a
variety of pleasurable ways.
It had been a while since she'd had proper sex. Her last boyfriend had
been over a year ago when she was in her last job, and to be fair she
didn't miss having a man constantly with her, but she did miss sex. Not
that it was that good with him. In fact she'd had three "serious"
relationships in her life and none had worked out. The last one had
involved some good sex at first, then some kinkier stuff which she had
liked, but then he, James, had gone a bit too weird for her.
He had wanted her to dress in frumpy tweed skirts, polo necks with pearl
necklaces, tights and flat court shoes, and spank him whilst telling him
he was "A naught boy for his mummy." The naughty boy and spanking was
fine, but the mummy bit had made it really difficult for her not to laugh
whilst doing it, and in the end had affected her self-esteem. Was she not
attractive enough? Why did he want a dowdy old woman to shout at him and
not, for instance, someone like Jordan or Madonna? The why didn't really
matter, each to their own, so long as they didn't hurt anyone else was
what she believed (unless of course the person asked to be hurt she
thought grinning) but it just wasn't for her. So she had decided just to
have fun for a while, go with the flow so to speak. Not wanting children
meant there was no pressure to find a man before a certain age, so she
had no worries. She was what she liked to call content, and didn't
believe people who said they were blissfully happy all the time. Content
was enough for her, but some extra excitement and fun on top of that
would be the icing on the cake.
Gerry had looked huge in the video, and she could feel herself getting
wet at the thought of him. Suddenly focusing her attention as she almost
drifted off to sleep she realized it was nearly 11pm and she was three
quarters of the way through an old episode of Inspector Morse that she
had seen about a dozen times before. Time for bed she thought. Alone.
Hmm. Tonight it was bothering her for once. Well, only one thing to do
about it considering the situation. She went to the table near the door
and retrieved the video tape from her bag, and put it in the machine. She
went to the armchair in the corner and as it started and Gerry came into
view, she slipped her hand between the folds of her dressing gown and let
her fingers play with the lips of her vagina, feeling the juices down
there and spreading them around, loosening herself up.
Should she go and get the pink rabbit (ladies best friend) from the
bedroom. Too late she thought, she was enjoying the show now. Her other
hand pushed aside the rest of the dressing gown, and reached for her
right nipple and squeezed the very tip hard, so that it stung. Reaching
down she flicked at the nipple with her tongue, just being able to reach
it, making it damp. It was hard now from the attention as she flicked her
thumb back and forth across, whilst making circular motions over her
clitoris with her other hand. At first she pretended that Gerry had her
pinned down and she kept her ankles together, but as he neared climax in
the film, she suddenly spread her legs as wide as they would go, one over
each arm of the armchair as though they were tied there, imaging herself
wide open for him, and as he tidied himself up in the film, she finally
came, arching her back and moaning to herself. Lying back, she felt
suddenly exhausted, and pulling her legs up and wrapping the dressing
gown around her body again she sat in the chair in a curled foetal
position and fell fast asleep, waking over an hour later to the blue
light of the television the tape having run to the very end and rewound
itself.
She was acutely aware that she hadn't done any of her paperwork tonight,
a first for her in a long time. Work always came before pleasure in her
world. Yet tonight she had briefly reversed that philosophy, and more
importantly to her at this moment in time, was the fact that she was
happy to have done so. More often than not she found the experience of
playing with herself to be something that left her somehow less satisfied
than she expected. Tonight had been different. That didn't detract from
her need to freshen up, she just thought it was nice to feel content
after her orgasm from earlier.
After showering, she sat at her laptop and settled down to the humdrum
work of the office, before finally coming to the short term contract for
Gerry. She was about to print off the standard document when a wicked
thought occurred to her. The next half hour was spent rewriting a number
of small but important items in the wording of the contract. When she was
happy with the results , she printed off the revised edition, and also a
standard short term contract to go with it, before finally placing all
her office material for the following day in the file on the desk.
Feeling both pleased with herself, and still strangely aroused, she
finally washed the wineglass and then retired to bed, falling asleep
quicker than she could remember.
(story is complete, part 3 of 12 to follow) [email protected]
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