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Hostess With The Mostest
By
Michele Nylons
Chapter Eight - Caputo Kaput
Candi was heartbroken. She lay in bed Saturday morning and refused to
answer phone calls from Michelle or John despite their insistent
calling. She eventually left the receiver off the hook.
She didn't get up until after twelve noon and when she saw herself in
the mirror she cringed.
"Fuck them! Looking good is probably the best revenge!"
Candi painstakingly applied makeup and slipped into the same red leather
mini-skirt, white satin blouse, tan pantyhose, red satin knickers and
matching bra that she had worn when she had met John at his warehouse
the second time. She brushed her hair, accessorised and applied
perfume.
"Perfect," she smiled in the mirror.
Her doorbell rang and she slipped into her red high heels and clattered
downstairs expecting Michelle or John to be there because she had
refused to answer their calls. She was ready to unload her fury on both
or either of them.
"Fuck them! I hope they feel guilty as hell!" she wheezed as she
descended the staircase.
Candi flung open the door and was very surprised to see Dennis Caputo
standing there dressed in a business suit holding his hat.
"Oh! Mister Caputo; it's you?" Candi's surprise registered on her
face.
"Yes Miss Pops it is. I'm sorry to call on a weekend but there is
something we need to clear up before you return to the Training Academy
on Monday."
"May I come inside?" he asked.
"Of course, please come in. Can I get you a cup of tea or something?"
Candi was very polite.
"That won't be necessary." He sounded very officious, and uninvited, he
walked over to her dining room table and began to shake documents out of
a valise.
Candi recognised the valise as the one she had taken to her interview at
Goldwing. It had contained her references, passport and records of
employment. All of which had been forged or counterfeited by John
Benstead.
He fussed about, arranging documents on the table while Candi stood and
watched, looking pale and shaking slightly.
"Now if you will just come over here Miss Pops I'd like to show you
something." Dennis Caputo waved a hand at her officiously.
Candi stood next to him at the table, his aftershave smelled familiar,
maybe she remembered it from the selection day.
"Look at these documents on the left and then look at the documents on
the right." He pointed to the letters on the table.
Candi's knees started to shake.
The documents on the left were an application form and a curriculum
vitae from a Mr Christopher Nyland and on the right were an application
form and a curriculum vitae from a Miss Candace Pops.
You did not need to be a Rhodes Scholar to figure out that the documents
were identical except for the names of the applicants and the gender
descriptors in the text.
"As you can see these documents are identical except for the names and
gender of the applicants. I have multiple applications from Mr Nyland
spanning several years but only the one application from yourself."
"You can see why I am here and need an explanation," he said quite
pompously.
"Well I don't know this Christopher person so I don't know how I can
help you," Candi tried to bluff her way out of it.
"But look closer at your reference here Miss Pops and I think I might
have an explanation for the irregularity," Mr Caputo said.
Candi bent over the table to look.
She was shocked when she felt Dennis Caputo's hand slide under her skirt
and grab her buttock.
"Did you like the cartoon I put in your exercise book?" Mr Caputo's
voice had changed.
Candi froze. Now she knew where she recognised the scent of his
aftershave from; and she certainly recognised the icy tone of his voice
from the pool.
"You are employed by Goldwing Airlines under false circumstances."
"We need to discuss this breach of trust and propriety."
"But first I'm going to fuck you."
Before Candi could react Dennis Caputo stepped behind her, kicked her
heels apart and used his considerable weight to press her down on the
table. Candi scrambled, kicked and wriggled.
Dennis laughed.
"I love it when you fight. This is just like in the pool. That was so
much fun, watching you from the sidelines with Marjorie Deakin and then
slipping into the pool as soon as she turned out the lights and ducked
outside for a smoke. I'd even purloined the moisturiser from the change
room so I had some lubricant."
"Remember this?" He waved the tube of moisturiser under Candi's nose.
"Now. Last time I stopped you struggling by dunking you but as I have
no water we will have to use traditional methods."
"Fuck off you creep! Let me go!" Candi squealed.
Dennis lifted her skirt and Candi struggled harder and then Dennis
bought his palm down hard on her buttocks. Candi yelped and wriggled
harder.
"Stop that Candace," Dennis said and began to spank her hard and fast.
Candi squealed and Dennis pulled down her red satin panties to reveal
her rosy pink scalded buttocks encased in the sheer nylon of her
pantyhose.
"Do you want any more?" Dennis said unemotionally.
Candi shook her head vigorously.
"Good. Then we will forgo the preliminaries if you don't mind. I have
a busy day."
Dennis pulled down her pantyhose to reveal blushed cheeks and dropped
his trousers and freed his erect penis.
Candi gritted her teeth in expectation as Dennis squeezed moisturiser on
his cock and in the crevice of her bottom. He positioned his glans in
the little starfish of her sphincter and pushed.
Candi screamed as Dennis impaled her on his cock.
"Now, now. We went through this last time and you ended up begging me
to fuck you," Dennis said coldheartedly.
He gripped her hips and began to fuck her.
Candi grunted as his thick cock pounded in and out of her tight anus.
Unfortunately or fortunately for her, once again Candi felt that
stirring inside her as Dennis Caputo hit that special place inside her
anus.
She stopped screaming but continued to grunt as Dennis thrust his cock
in and out of tight bottom. She couldn't control her response and was
soon pushing back against him to meet his thrusts.
"Good girl; now that's what I like," Dennis crooned.
"Shut up and fuck me you creep," Candi hissed.
She felt her orgasm approaching and she wanted Dennis to come with her
or even before her so that she wouldn't suffer the indignity of him
fucking her after she had climaxed. She knew she would experience the
same post-coital self loathing that she'd felt the last time he'd fucked
her.
Candi pushed back against Dennis and wriggled her buttocks; she squeezed
those muscles deep inside her anus and moaned out load.
"Come in me Dennis. Fuck me, come on, fuck me hard and make me come!"
she screamed.
It worked.
Dennis gripped Candi's hips and jackhammered his cock in and out of her
firm, tight arse. He plunged his penis deep inside her and came. Candi
felt his hot semen wash over her prostate and she ejaculated.
Her sperm splashed into her panties and pantyhose gathered around her
knees. She felt so much pleasure that her legs gave out and Dennis had
to hold her up as he rutted against her, squirting the last of his seed
inside her.
He pushed her face down on the table and extracted his cock from her
sphincter with an audible plop and watched his spend run done her thigh.
Then he wiped his cock on Candi's skirt and stuffed it back in his
underpants and pulled up his trousers.
Candi lay bent over table unable to move. She felt abused and revolted
but at the same time sexually gratified.
Dennis scooped up the documents and stuffed them back into the valise.
"We will undoubtedly have to discuss how these documents came into being
sometime soon Miss Pops and you should be prepared to offer yourself to
me as and when I find the need. We wouldn't want Goldwing to find out
that you are employed under false pretences now would we?" he callously
snickered.
Dennis left Candi sprawled over the table and departed. It took Candi
quite a while to recover from the ordeal but eventually she was able to
pull up her pantyhose and knickers and pull down her skirt; they were
semen stained and she couldn't wait to take them off.
She kicked off her high heels and stumbled up the stairs, her bowels
stung and her legs ached. She stripped off her clothes and washed her
thighs and buttocks and then douched away the residue inside her anus.
She wanted to curl up on the bed and cry but she knew that if she didn't
do something about Dennis Caputo soon he would continue to use her as
his fuck puppet and who knew what other indignities he had in store for
her or where the blackmail would lead.
Candi lifted the receiver and called Michelle and then John and demanded
they come over; she did not go into detail. She freshened her makeup
and pulled on clean knickers and black winter leggings and a woollen
top. She slipped into the only pair of flats that she owned and went
downstairs and made a large pot of coffee.
John sat in an overstuffed armchair and Michelle sat on the sofa and
they glanced guiltily at each other but mostly watched Candi pad around
the kitchen pouring coffee. She'd kicked off her shoes as the apartment
was starting to warm up. Michelle was dressed in jeans and jumper but
as always her makeup was perfect. John wore his usual skin-tight jeans
and t-shirt; his fleecy jacket draped over the back of the chair he was
sitting in.
"Bit warmer today then Candi?" John tried to start the conversation with
an innocuous question.
"Yes it is. I suppose that means you and Michelle won't have to leap on
each other and shag yourselves stupid on my sofa to keep warm then," she
replied scornfully.
"Hey wait a minute." Steve became defensive.
"Or maybe you can just wank each other off on my throw rug?" she
quipped.
Michelle had had enough.
"Oi little miss can't be wrong! Don't come around here, coming around
here. Like you're all innocent! What about the lies you told Steve
concerning you being Tony's girlfriend then?" Michelle countered.
"And I asked you to keep me out of the whole forgery thing but now Tony
knows that I gave you Steve's number so he ain't exactly pleased as
punch with me."
"And it isn't like you haven't fucked both of us yourself," Michelle
finished her return serve.
"Hey wait a minute! You girls fuck each other?" John was a little
bewildered.
Candi and Michelle looked at John incredulously.
"Really John! You think two gorgeous T-Girls like us could keep our
hands off each other?" Michelle looked exasperated.
"Yeah John! Michelle and I like to fuck now and then so what?" Candi
joined Michelle in paying out on him.
"So why are you and I in the shit then Michelle?" John asked
quizzically.
Candi realised that the worm had turned and she was somehow no longer
the aggrieved party.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Candi shouted.
"You two fucking each other on my sofa last night is not why I've asked
you here!" Candi explained.
She poured coffee and offered cigarettes and they sat around the kitchen
table.
"Ok. This is complicated and more than a little degrading but this is
what's been happening," Candi went on to tell them about Dennis Caputo.
When Candi told them about the incident at the pool and at her flat
earlier that day they were both astonished.
"Oh babe I'm so sorry." John took Candi in his arms and held her tight.
"Me too." Michelle joined the group hug.
"But we have a bigger issue now than just your dignity or your quest to
become an airline steward," Michelle said.
John nodded his head but Candi looked puzzled.
"What could be a bigger problem than some guy who want's to bugger me
anytime it suits him and who can ruin my career as a hostie?" Candi
asked.
"Fuck me Candi; as always you never see the big picture." Michelle was
exasperated.
"One word Candi..."
"Tony!"
"What's Tony got to do with it?" Candi was still confused.
"John. Please explain." Michelle was irritated.
"This Caputo guy knows that your documents are forged and counterfeit.
He's blackmailing you. So how long until he asks who did the work on
the documents? And the answer is me. And who do I work for?" John
said, lighting three cigarettes and handing them around.
Michelle poured them all scotch.
"Oh fuck!" Candi exclaimed.
"Exactly! Oh fuck!" Michelle sounded rankled.
"And Tony already has an unhealthy interest in you since the warehouse
episode." Michelle took a slug of scotch and topped up her glass again.
"Oh double fuck!" Candi knocked back her own drink and shook her glass
at Michelle who topped it off.
"So what the fuck do we do?" John asked.
"We do fuck all John. Candi needs to go and see Tony and tell him about
this Dennis Caputo guy," Michelle replied.
"Oh fuck no!" Candi cried.
"Oh fuck yes!" Michelle responded.
"I'll tee up the meeting doll, then its over to you. I told you to
leave me out of this," Michelle said, quite infuriated.
"Well it will have to be this afternoon or tonight. Before I go back to
the Academy," Candi barked.
Michelle reached for Candi's phone.
Candi entered the ante room of Tony Carlotta's office suite very
trepidiciously. She was wearing the red leather mini skirt, cream satin
blouse and red patent leather high heels she had worn earlier but had
put on clean sheer taupe pantyhose and a red satin bra and panty set.
Her makeup was perfect as one had come to expect from a prospective
airline hostess.
The secretary's station was vacant, it being Saturday evening.
The door to Tony's office was open and she could hear a murmured
conversation and realised he was on the phone. She approached the
doorway and Tony waved her into his office and pointed to an overstuffed
couch against the wall.
When she sat, her skirt rose higher, right to the top of her thighs and
Tony smirked remembering when Panti Pops had sat on that exact same
couch not that many years ago. And now he had a Miss Candi Pops sitting
there. The irony was not lost him. He finished his conversation and
hung up the phone.
"So. The little travisto who I found and fucked in my forger's
warehouse has come to visit me. And she is commended to me by my
favourite travisto Miss Michelle Murphy. Michelle tells me that it's
important that I listen to you" Tony's smile was mirthless.
"Yes Mister Carlotta. It's actually about some documents that I had
forged by Mister Benstead that I am here," Candi explained.
"Well I'm a busy man and it's Saturday night. So make it quick. I have
places to be and things to do," Tony grinned.
Tony got up from behind his desk and sat beside Candi on the couch; his
weight made it creak and Candi was uncomfortable with him being this
close to her but she needed to tell Tony what had happened so that
hopefully he could fix the problem.
"Well it's got to do with this guy called Dennis Caputo who works for
Goldwing Airlines," Candi began.
Candi told Tony about how Dennis Caputo had come to her apartment that
morning and blackmailed her. She felt no need to provide details of the
pool incident or that Dennis had forced himself on her for sex. Just
that he intended to expose her to Goldwing if she didn't tell him about
the documents and that he intended to find out where she got the
documents forged.
"You're not telling me everything are you?" Tony grinned.
"You're blushing. You can't tell me that a sad, fat, functionary, in a
dead end job wouldn't use that sort of leverage on a babe like you to
get into your pretty pink panties."
Tony placed a hand on Candi's knee and squeezed.
Candi closed her legs and looked at her feet and nodded.
"I thought so," Tony gloated.
"But why come to me?"
"Because, well to quote Dennis Caputo: 'we will undoubtedly have to
discuss how these documents came into being sometime soon Miss Pops.'"
Candi replied.
"And this concerns me how?"
"Well because John Benstead works for you and if Dennis finds out that
John forged my documents, that puts John at risk and you too," Candi
reasoned.
"And you were introduced to John by Michelle?" Tony speculated.
"Well sort of. Michelle got John's number from you and then well..."
"Don't play me for idiot you putta! Michelle asks me about
counterfeiting and then I find you, her friend, at John's workshop! I
can join the dots."
"But what did you tell John to convince him to forge those documents. He
works exclusively for me so you must have told him that somehow we had a
connection." Tony grinned like a shark.
Candi blushed a deep red.
"You told him that you worked for me or that you were one of my
girlfriends didn't you?"
She blushed deeper.
"Well I'll sort out this Caputo guy but it seems to me that you owe me
something for it...girlfriend!"
Tony was big and fat but he was lightning quick and he weighed nearly
twice as much as Candi.
He stood up quickly and grabbed Candi and flung her towards his big oak
desk. She stumbled across the room and grabbed the desk for support,
bent over at the waist.
Tony was on her like a flash and used his weight to pin her to the desk.
He pushed her feet apart and lifted her skirt.
Tony pawed at Candi's red satin panties with his big hands. He squeezed
the globes of her firm buttocks; her panties slithered across her silky
pantyhose.
"I figured after the last time we met you would want to do this to me
again," Candi sighed, looking over her shoulder.
"Oh yes my pretty; I really liked the last time we did it and I do want
to do it again," Tony chuckled.
Candi heard the sound of Tony undoing his fly. Then she felt Tony's
hard cock rubbing in the crevice of her buttocks. She heard him groan
and then he gripped her hips and began to thrust against her panty-clad
buttocks.
Candi thrust back against him.
"Oh yeah that's a good girl you know I like it," he sighed.
He pushed harder against Candi, leaving little trails of pre-cum on her
panties as he humped her rump. Candi pushed back to meet him and
wriggled her buttocks so she could excite him more.
"Mm that's really good girl." Tony gripped her tighter and thrust
harder.
"Turn around baby I want to kiss you while I fuck you," Tony said and
dropped his pants.
Tony released Candi's waist and she spun around and faced him. She
smiled up at him. He was a big man but he was handsome and he projected
power. There was something about him that excited Candi and she felt
her knickers getting wet.
Tony's big face closed on hers and then his lips pressed against hers
and he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her, slipping his tongue
into her mouth.
She locked her arms around Tony's fat neck and kissed him; softly at
first and then she slid her tongue into his mouth.
Tony tasted her sweet breath and inhaled her perfume and he wrapped his
arms around her and responded. God this chick was so young, soft and
compliant! His cock was pressed against her belly, rubbing on her satin
blouse.
Candi pressed her body against Tony, aware of the heat of his erection
pressing into her stomach, and kissed him passionately. Tony snaked his
hand down and caressed her thigh and Candi gasped; she was becoming
highly aroused.
Tony's fingers crept up her thigh, his rough fingers snagging her
nylons. He found the front of her panties and began to stroke her
between her legs. She opened her legs wider to give him access.
Candi became erect and Tony freed her phallus from between her legs and
teased it though the layers of nylon and satin. Candi gasped and thrust
against Tony and kissed him amorously.
Tony took Candi's hand guided it to his erection. She found it hard,
hot and throbbing and slowly squeezed and then stroked it.
It was Tony's turn to gasp.
"You're getting wet my little flower." Tony smiled as he felt the wet
patch growing on the front of her panties.
Candi smiled and used her thumb to tease a globule of pre-seminal fluid
from his glans and worked it into the sensitive flesh of his penis.
Tony lifted her onto the desk and Candi lay back and let Tony remove her
panties. He couldn't be bothered removing her pantyhose and simply tore
a hole in the gusset.
He nestled the head of his cock against her little pink bud and Candi
wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and drew herself forward until his
cock was fully embedded in her tight anus.
"Oh god that's so good!" she sighed.
She lifted herself up with Tony's assistance so they could kiss while
they fucked. Tony fucked her with long slow strokes, he really liked
the feel of her nylons on his body as she clung to him with her legs and
she enjoyed the power of him as slid that huge cock in and out of well-
greased arse.
"Mmm, you are one good fuck my little hostie putta." Tony smiled at her
and then he began to fuck her harder and faster.
As Tony drove his cock deeper in her anus Candi felt it pressing on her
prostate and her pleasure intensified. She could feel that Tony's cock
was fully engorged and was pulsating. He was close to coming and she
rode him hard, pushing her bottom into his groin.
Candi gasped with pleasure as Tony gripped her throbbing member through
her pantyhose and squeezed and caressed it. Her legs started to shake
and she moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching. She clung to Tony
and pushed against him, arching her back.
She flooded the front of her pantyhose with hot semen and she felt Tony
ejaculate deep inside her as the most intense orgasm she had ever
experienced washed over her.
They continued to kiss and caress until they were sated.
"Oh my god you're beautiful. You remind me of another young pretty
transvestite I once deflowered in this very office." Tony smirked.
Tony pulled his cock out of Candi's anus and helped her to her feet on
shaky legs.
"Thanks babe that was great. Here, clean up." Tony snatched a handful
of Kleenex from a box on his desk and wiped at his cock.
Candi dabbed at her pantyhose and wiped away any of her semen that had
not already been absorbed by the fabric. Then she pulled up her panties
and smoothed out her skirt.
Tony pulled up his underpants and trousers and went to a small bar and
opened the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled Chianti. He poured
two glasses and gave one to Candi who had seated herself back on the
overstuffed lounge. Candi took a sip of the icy cold Chianti and
accepted the lighted cigarette that Tony offered her.
Tony lit his own cigarette and dropped down beside her.
"So this Caputo guy? He's a big deal at Goldwing? I think not? Like I
said, I think he's a functionary," Tony said, all business again.
"Yes he's some sort of executive but not high up. He sits on the
employee selection committee is all I know." Candi gulped more wine and
Tony topped off her glass.
"Don't worry sweetheart. He won't bother you again."
It was obvious that Tony was being polite but also that he was impatient
to leave. Candi took the hint and drank down her wine and snubbed out
her cigarette.
Tony stood up and held out his hand. Candi put down her glass and
reached for the proffered palm. Tony eased Candi up from the lounge and
pulled her into his arms. He kissed her on the lips affectionately and
then led her to the door.
"This airline hostess thing? You really like it, I can tell. I think I
will keep an eye on you because I think you will do well at it," he
smiled.
Tony kissed Candi's cheek as he opened the door for her and guided her
out. As she passed through the doorway he playfully smacked her behind.
Candi had Michelle and John over for Sunday dinner and she told them all
about her visit to Tony's office. Michelle asked the obvious question.
"I've never had a favour from Tony where he didn't want something in
return, she smirked."
"Well yes I gave him a little something." She winked wickedly.
John started to pout but Candi cheered him up. She squeezed his cock
through his tight jeans under the table and leaned in and bit his
earlobe.
"You can stay the night," she whispered in his ear.
John broke into a grin.
First thing on Monday morning at the Academy, Candi went into the break
room for a cup of tea and found it buzzing with excitement.
"What's going on?" she asked Katie Jones.
"Dennis Caputo. They found him drowned in the pool this morning. He
was face down in the water with his trousers around his ankles and a
broom handle shoved up his arse."
To be continued...
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