0 comments/ 10416 views/ 1 favorites Detached By: egmontgrigor2010 DETACHED: Disconnected, disinterested, non-dependent, showing lack of emotional involvement, isolated, etc. etc. _ _ _ _ _ Willis Chambers usually felt relieved when he left employment in one city and moved on to another to begin the next stage of his life in total anonymity unless someone from his past came across him but that was rare because people tended not to remember him. The well-built Willis, aged twenty-nine with long wavy chestnut hair drew attention to himself because of those features but the aura of neutrality that went with physical appearance would mean the guy who had been orphaned at the age of six and the string of foster homes now well behind him, would not leave a footprint in the minds of people who saw him or who became casually involved with him. Even in past businesses where he'd worked as an efficient administrator former colleagues tended to soon forget his passing. One of the four sisters who ran the family law firm as attorneys said, looking at the print out of his CV, "The problem I have here Willis is we did not advertise for a female business manager because we wished to avoid being accused of sex discrimination." He smiled and said well that admission rather opened them to the risk of a disgruntled unsuccessful job applicant proceeding with a lawsuit accusing the firm of practicing sex discrimination. "Well yes," Josephine said coldly. "I really find your attitude is unfriendly." "But I smiled when I said that Miss Rankin." "You must call me Josephine to avoid confusion about which sister you refer to." "Yes of course. It makes for a friendlier work environment as well." Josephine eyed him. "My intention was to mention we had primarily been looking for a female replacement to prepare you before meeting my three sisters. As it happens you are the only credible applicant of the ten I have interviewed." "Including females?" "Six happen to be females." Willis smiled and said the chance of them 'happening' to be female was very unlikely because they would have been born that way. "Very droll or is it pedantic Mr Chambers? Whatever it is it's far removed for your reason for being here. Please excuse me while I go and consult my sisters about a suitable meeting time." "Certainly. This meeting room is very drab to be left in alone. There's not even a picture on the wall, preferably one that stimulates contemplation." "As you say Mr Chambers." Cold bitch. Little wonder she's unmarried, Willis thought. Still it was only by chance he was here and he believed in responding positively to chances. Just by chance he'd read the advertisement for the position in a week old newspaper yesterday morning in a diner, his first morning in the city. The severely dressed Josephine returned and smiled, actually rather a pleasant smile. She had great teeth and a well proportional face with high cheekbones. Where were her tits? "Please return at 1:00. We invite you to join us for lunch in the boardroom that does have pictures on the wall." "Including of your father and grandfather?" "Yes and how did you know that?" "Elementary dear Miss Rankin. The engraved tablet set in the stone frontage of these chambers says 'Rankin Law, established 1933." She smiled approvingly but merely said, "We'll meet again at 1:00 Mr Chambers." "You may call me Willis or if your prefer Miss Chambers to pretend I'm female." "Flippancy is frowned upon in this establishment Willis." "By you or by all sisters." "I have on sister who is as irreverent as you. She may welcome a soul mate if we hire you." Wandering off Willis decided times were tough in the job market. Perhaps he should make a real effort to win this position. If one sister was deemed to be his soul mate that meant one down, three to go to get onside with. Hmmm. He rather liked challenges. In the nearby coffee shop the owner or manager or managing owner came over and said welcome, that she hadn't noticed him in her premises before. "No Josie, I only arrived two nights ago and intend staying. You might find me a frequent customer because the premises and clean and customer-friendly." "Thank you," she said suspiciously. "How did you know I was Josie?" Willis gave her his name and said the street sign identified the business as Josie's Coffee Shop and she'd just told him she couldn't recall seeing him in HER premises before. "Well I never. That was so clever of you." "You are in the lull before the lunch rush starts Josie and that's why you have time to talk to me. Please sit." "Here's Karen with your coffee. A glass of water for me Karen. This is Mr Chambers." "Coming right up Mrs Thompson. Hi Mr Chambers." Willis said hi Karen and said to Josie, "So your name is Josie Thompson and Karen is properly trained. May I says it is perfectly acceptable for you being in business and being such a friendly person to call me Willis first up." "Oh my you have things figured out don't you? Either you are some sort of genius or else you are unmarried with time on your hands." "You have me figured out Josie. Now I'd like you to use your discretion but to be forthcoming. What can you tell me about the reputation in this city of Rankin Law?" "Well I'm probably biased because Thelma Rankin acts as my attorney. I believe that firm is second to none in this city and believes in integrity and service before self, if you know what I mean. If you need an attorney I recommend you try there." "Who are the partners?" The partners are the four daughters of the Nathaniel and Roberta Rankin who now live in a retirement village about 50 miles from here. There is Josephine who runs the show and had top legal qualifications as well as an MBA. She is managing partner and specializes in corporate law. Next comes Thelma who specializes in felonies and misdemeanors, litigation, appeals and oh I know, personal and professional liability. Then Judith covers business law, employment, estate planning and probate and young Claudette will look at championing any civic cause and has responsibility for family law, real estate and immigration. They have four if not five other attorneys who chase ambulances and help out with court work and all the other bits and pieces law firms do but I don't think they cover aviation and personal accident and injury and land development or take lawsuits against the council, property developments and hospitals." "Gee thanks. What a tremendous briefing. You know a great deal about them." "Well yes, I'm their first cousin and Josephine and I went through grade school and high school together and remain best of friends." "Are any of the girl's married?" "What an odd question but I suppose you are looking for a married attorney thinking she would be more settled. Josephine was married for eight years and then her husband divorced her to marry his PA. She reverted to her maiden name. Thelma has lived with a guy for years but shows no interest in marrying and Judith has broken off two engagements and is now looking for a new guy to screw." "What about Claudette?" "She will date almost anyone who asks her but she soon drops them. There's a lot of her late maternal grandmother's maverick in Claudette. She's only twenty-eight and still finding her feet after all those years of study. But if you ask me the real bright spark and brains in that family is Claudette." "Well I won't ask you that and they you can't be accused of gossiping." "What? Oh I see. You have a clever mind young man. Now what do you intend doing in this city?" "I'll withhold my reply for the moment because something is underway. Perhaps I will have something to tell in within a day or two." "Well I do hope you call in again Willis. You rather appeal to me, as an interesting customer I mean." "Thank you Josie. You've made me feel very welcome." God he'd have to watch what he said to Josie, Willis thought as she moved off. Unless of course it was something he wished everyone who came near Josie to know. However she'd given him more information than what was on the law firm's sparse one-page website. Actually when he was hired that would be one of his first tasks, to develop their website into client-friendly pages because what they had was real crap. So he would be hired? "For better or for worse, yes," he muttered, grinning. Willis returned to his hotel, showered and shaved and put on his Italian cut shiny light blue suit than made him, or so he fancied, look like a million bucks. He'd slay those babes and end up dating Claudette and would probably fuck her tonight, she appealing to him to go down on her while attempting to yank out his hair. "Yeah!" * * * Indulging in a spot of day dreaming, Willis imagined receiving a formal invitation: 'Would Mr Willis Chambers kindly present himself at the boardroom of Rankin Law on Thursday on the strike of 1 o'clock to assess the suitability of the Rankin sisters to be his work colleagues', stated the white card printed in gold and delivered to him by Josephine's excessively polite PA. "Ha,' Willis snorted. "Jo wouldn't have the class to do something like that and her PA was probably a browbeaten elderly bow-legged spinster with a moustache. He sighed and said to get seriously. It was no time to act frivolously and appearing demented. He had to march into that room and seize the chance that awaited him. God he hoped they didn't menstruate at the same time making his life hell one week a month. Perhaps he should look for work elsewhere. He's seen a street cleaner's job advertised. The pretty and efficient young woman in reception said as he opened his mouth to speak, "Good afternoon sir. Are you Mr Chambers?" "Yeah I mean yes." "Please wait. Josephine's assistant will be here within sixty-seconds." A really classy babe in a tailored suit and, yuck, having the wedded look, arrived when he'd only counted to forty seconds and said, "Hi Mr Chambers. What a really beautifully suit. Other men tend to dress so sloppy these days. Please follow me. I'm Irene. I'll take you to the Gang of Four." Such informality and almost irreverence surprised Willis. He'd expected the office under Commandant Very Stern Josephine to be run like a bank with smiles and initiative and free thinking banned. Without knocking, Irene opened the door of the boardroom that Willis thought looked more like a library and research center, It was a mess. Three of the women were rolling in their chairs laughing while the fourth, smirking, was reading from a document: 'Your Honor all the defendant did was to place the bulbous end of his very aroused penis into the leg of the pantyhose of the plaintiff and squeeze it'." She looked over the top of her glasses and said, "Hi, you must be Mr Chambers. I'm Thelma. Thank you Irene. Please hang the Do Not Disturb notice on the outside door handle as you leave." "Well Mr Chambers. I hope that you were not embarrassed by that extract that has my sisters dissolving in helpless laughter?" "No it's fine." "What did you think of it?" "Rather sloppy in compilation. Did your defense attorney offer better representation?" "Yes as a matter of fact I did. Please explain why it should be called sloppy?" "Well there was no need to use the term bulbous because it is taken for granted it would be bulbous if aroused and anyway that's the only end of a penis available to be pushed into the filled leg of pantyhose and pedantically it could only be the defendant who was arouse not his pumped up penis." The four women eyed Willis speculatively and Thelma sniffed and said technically what he'd said was correct and smiling said she'd preferred to let the matter drop right there." "To deflate," said Willis. "Yes I agree." The sisters smiled at him. Josephine invited him to sit at the head of the table. She said, Willis you and Thelma have already acknowledged one another. You must excuse us for our merriment at that extract from the summary of proceedings but we were aware it was a minor case involving alleged indecent exposure and not a more serious charge. Thelma had already informed us the case was dismissed because the woman admitted she'd sniffed dope before the incident and had been rather hazy about what had happened. She also testified it had been her boyfriend who'd pushed her to make the complaint because he disliked the defendant because of an earlier run-in with him." "Sitting beside me is my third sister Judith and opposite her is Claudette." "Hi Thelma, Judith and Claudette. You are very beautiful Claudette." "That comment is ingratiating and sexist and totally unnecessary." Willis smiled: "Love truth, and pardon error." "Omigod," Claudette cried. "You can quote Voltaire." "Ah yes, but my cupboard is rather empty of quotations." There was a knock and Thelma called enter and left the table to fetch coffee. The young woman from Josie's café came in with a basket of green salads and chicken on five plates each sealed with plastic wrap plus a thick steak sandwich plus containers of tomatoes, gherkins, cheese and cold peas. "Hi Karen." "Oh hi Mr Chambers." "You two have met?" Claudette said suspiciously. "Mr Chambers called in for coffee some two hours ago. He was rather pleasant and a declared stranger in town and so we made a little fuss of him." "Just you." "No Claudette. Josie said with him for almost half an hour. She learned he was seeking a job but he didn't say where. He seems too nice to be an attorney." "That will be all Karen," Josephine smiled. "This looks lovely. Irene will be over later to return the plates and basket and will be the check. Hand her the docket on your way out." When Karen had left Josephine said, "Did Josie tell you she is a client of mine." "Yes Josephine." "I would expect her to tell you a rather lot about us. It was very astute of you going there." Willis took the steak sandwich from Claudette and placed it beside him to wait until the others were ready to eat. He received his salad. "Oh she just mentioned a bit of this and a bit of that like any friendly businesswoman would when learning her customer had only just arrived in the city. I gather she had the impression I was looking to hire an attorney although I didn't say that." "She's our cousin," Josephine said. Willis looked at the sisters and rather thought they appeared almost to have each been the product of different parents. "Ah yes, I see the family similarity." The sisters looked rather startled. "Shoot now if you wish guys, I have no problem being interviewed while we eat. This food looks wholesome. Little wonder you ladies look so healthy with such trim figures." The sisters stared at him and then Josephine led the questioning. Willis had expected after he was given time to say his piece he'd be asked to leave the room while a vote was taken. But when he finished Josephine said she required a three out of four decision in hiring him. He had the credentials for the position and had interviewed very well and possessed a surprisingly good knowledge of how a law office worked. "In favor," Judith said without being asked. "Willis had had wide experience in partnerships and refers point to strength in taxation. That alone can save us huge bucks with our tax consultants Mitchell and Barns charging like wounded bulls." Thelma said she was in favor. "Willis appears eminently suited for this office." Josephine looked at Claudette. "What's it to be honey?" "I'm not altogether convinced." "Oh really. Say the right words and she'll topple your way Willis." "Well I've already said she was beautiful and almost had my face clawed." He then recalled something Josie had said, that Claudette who worked in family law and was a bit of a rebel and championed civic causes. She also appeared to be the neatest dressed and best made-up of the sisters. Yes have a go dude. "Well there are some things around here I'd like to change. This room in a real mess and I looked you guys up on your website this morning and what I found was pathetic. Are you guys big into families, um like through sponsoring family concerts or something like that? Indeed how do you rate in this community for community sponsorships and leadership awards at schools and that sort of thing?" The shuffles of feel and body language told him something and he was almost to the point of gloating when bang, Claudette whacked him verbally. "We had no website until I arrived from law school. What you saw this morning was my best effort and a hell of a lot better than having nothing online." "Whoa there Claudette. I mean no personal criticism. You did what you did and good on you. I suggest you and I get together and draw up pages we'd like to see online, get our concepts approved and amended at a partners' meeting and then I take those proposed pages to a professional web designer. Once it's designed I can maintained and even expand the site because in my MBA I included computer science studies. And with you coming through law school and business studies later than your sisters will be aware of new trends in public relations and interaction through community sponsorships and so on. I'll assist because I've had hands-on involvement in that and..." "I'm very happy to have Willis on board providing you can settle on an acceptable salary package with him Josephine." "Well I'm delighted and thank you ladies. My vote was already framed in favor of hiring Willis. Let's go through and haggle young man." "Thanks guys for your vote of confidence. My feeling you will be a great crew to work with. Um Claudette, are you right for a movie and dinner on Saturday night?" "Jesus Willis, I sincerely hope you don't adopt this high risk factor with our money." "Cut the unnecessary lecturer Claudette, we are keeping Josephine waiting. Is it yes or no?" "I guess I can drop my Saturday night date." "Call him or her and suggest Saturday lunch." "Saturday evening for an early evening will be fine Willis. Please allow me to arrange my own private life." "That appears sound advice Claudette. I'll heed it." "God." Claudette snorted and stood and began loading plates into the basket. * * * As arranged Willis met Claudette in a bar at 6:00 on Saturday in time to have a couple of drinks before they left for the movie house. He scarcely recognized her. She was in a tight top that made her tits prominent and in jeans so tight guys coming behind her almost had their tongues hanging out. She settled with her martini and had sipped white wine. "I suppose you'll be expecting sex after dinner?" Willis thought he'd have to rate that as the best conversation opener he'd ever received. Usually he'd reply he could take it or leave it and hope not to offend and be accused of being romantic. But why fawn over a woman just to get a fuck? But he was attempting to make a good impression on people in this city, to try to earn the feeling of actually belonging to somewhere, to a community. "Yes Claudette. That sounds a great way to top off an evening." She asked frowning, "Do you go in for weird practices?" He thought of saying well they could try butt- fucking with her bent over the balcony twenty-levels up above a glass-roofed mezzanine floor. But perhaps that might be too radical. "I suppose I can fist you if that's what you want." "You disgusting swine," she blurted and presumably unintentionally sprayed some of her drink over him. She was wide-eyed and appeared ready to hammer him but at the last instant said, "I take it that was a joke?" He grinned and said yeah, figuring that was the answer she wanted to hear. "Christ you had me going there for a minute," she said, wiping her chin but doing nothing about the sprayed martini over his floral shirt. Detached * * * * * DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the result of my imagination or are used within a fictitious context. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, places, or incidents is entirely coincidental. WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations and acts. You must be of 18 years of age or older to continue. If you are offended by the material suggested herein, DO NOT read any further. You have been warned. * * * * * AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't have much experience writing in the second person, or in the present tense, so please forgive me any lapses in perspective or otherwise. I am also experimenting with different forms of formatting in my writing, so there may not be a whole lot of consistency among my works. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy! ~M * * * * * You want me. Your eyes haven't left my body since the second I entered the bar. Your greedy gaze—a starving wolf eyeing a lamb—consumes the curves of my flesh so fittingly. You swirl a tumbler of Jack Daniels absently in one hand, no longer enticed by the taste of whiskey. I am something better for you to devour, to satisfy your appetites, to humble your hunger. I shift my stare from the slim shards of ice floating in my half-empty glass, turning to focus my attention elsewhere while subtly sliding my eyes over to where you wait. Predator replaces prey, and I take my time to take you in. There is epic masculinity etched in every inch of your body, openly projecting your prowess. Heat flushes my core. Our gazes meet: mutual invitations. From beneath lowered lashes, I lure you with a look from the corner where you lurk. Your eyes flare with lust, but futility flickers in that desire-fuelled fire: you want what I can't give; I need what you don't have. I don't let it get to me. I sip slowly on the straw in my drink, losing myself in the distraction of sights and sounds around me. The bar is packed with people who seem as oblivious to you and I as we are to them. They dance in near-blackness to music—how could I not hear the music?—which pounds rhythmically in such a way that it seems impossible not to associate it with pounding of an entirely different nature. When the ice eventually clinks to the bottom of my glass, I turn my eyes up to yours. Your once-greedy gaze is now positively famished at the sight of my lips, which remain pursed on the tip of the straw, and the symbolism is not lost on me. I deliberately stroke my tongue up and down its length several times, watching as your eyes narrow almost imperceptibly and a minuscule tick develops in your jaw. You down the rest of the Jack in a smooth motion and replace the tumbler on the bar with a heavy thunk. I tilt my head away to hide my smile behind a fall of my hair. My victory is short-lived. Without warning, you pull me by my waist from the barstool and grind your arousal into the curve of my hip. My breasts press flush against your broad chest, effectively forcing my face upwards, should I still wish to breathe—which no longer remains a problem, since the sudden intimacy between our bodies forces a gasp from my lips and leads me to the realization that you are much larger than I first thought. Cream floods my sex, and I am ready for you in a heartbeat. I try not to let that get to me. Your triumphant smile sends shivers down my spine with the promise of more wicked sensuality as you cup my face between your hands, slant your lips over mine, and capture me in a kiss. The five-o'-clock shadow of your unshaven stubble rasps along my cheeks with a delicious friction, and my knees give out from under me, driving me to clutch at your body for support. You take advantage of my momentary weakness to urge my legs up and around your hips as you explore my mouth with yours, passionately probing with your tongue in a way that claims as well as arouses me. Our passion is wild, fierce. You tangle a hand into my long, tousled hair; I plunge my tongue into your mouth. You nip my lower lip with your teeth; I fist a hand into your shirt. Your immense hardness is impossible to miss as it settles between the junction of my thighs. My panties are slick with my wetness as I unconsciously begin to rub myself against you, searching for release, and eliciting deep moans of pleasure from both of us. The intensity of my need is near unbearable, seeking that instant gratification which is only moments away— —when the two of us collide with the wall farthest from the bar, jolted out of our kiss. Somehow, you managed to negotiate us through the crowded dance floor and, most conveniently, into the darkest corner of the bar. Fortunately, with the chaotic conditions of the ambience, our erotic entanglement seems to go unnoticed. My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness. We are still clutching at each other enthusiastically, panting with need: your erection strains at the zipper of your jeans, my lips are swollen from your kisses, my panties still soaked through. You spin us so my back is up against the solid brick wall and tug a small silver packet out of the back pocket of you jeans, tearing it open with your teeth. We exchange brief, final glances, giving each other the opportunity to opt out of what's to come before neither would have the will or desire to do so. And in the relative privacy of the darkness, neither is willing to call it quits. We eagerly resume kissing as I take the condom from your hands. You reach up my dress and peel off my panties, casting them aside as I unzip your jeans. You're not wearing boxers, and your erection stands rigid from your body. I am somewhat stunned by the size and length of your hardness, and compelled to consider how you manage to fit into your jeans. But your teeth nip at my lips and your hands tug at my waist, reminding me of where we are, and I gently roll the condom onto your stiff manhood. With the cool firmness of the smooth brick bracing my back and the sizzling heat of your rock-hard cock at my entrance, you once again urge me to wrap one of my legs around your hips as you position the tip of your erection at my centre. I am so slick with my juices; you need no preparation and slide right in to the hilt. The feeling of fullness takes a few moments to adjust to, but you begin moving deep inside me and I am lost to the pleasure. We settle into a rhythm with the beat of the music playing; the dark, sensuous bass thud-thuds along, becoming a soundtrack for your powerful pumping. We moan together in ecstasy, grunt softly to your thrusts, and breathe in each other's scents as if breathing oxygen. Your fingers grip my hips tighter as your thrusts become wilder and more forceful, rubbing up against the most sensitive spot inside me. I wrap both my legs around your hips, urging you deeper within me. With every stroke, I can feel my orgasm approaching. My nails dig into the fabric of your shirt as muscles all over my body begin to seize. Biting back a scream of pure ecstasy, I climax violently around you, my inner muscles clenching around your cock. Just as I'm rolling through another round of post-orgasmic spasms, your body starts to shake as you thrust forcefully once, twice, three more times, and come into the condom with a barely audible groan. I arch my back against the wall, curving into you as your fingers find and rub my clit, and climax a second time, milking the final spurts of seed from your cock, shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. We collapse against the wall, letting it hold us up like that for a while as we recover from the intensity of our sex. After a minute, you grip around the base of your slowly softening member, keeping the condom in place as you slide out of my body with a soft pop. I slump breathlessly against the wall as you peel off the condom, discard it in a nearby garbage can, and replace your cock in your jeans. We don't say anything at all. There's nothing to say, really. Our eyes meet for one final time. There is nothing in yours. No flare of lust, no spark. No reaction. I imagine mine look just the same. By the time I retrieve my panties from the floor, you've already disappeared into the crowd. For a moment, it saddens me to think that if I'd known your name, I'd have been calling it out over and over as I came. And I wonder if you'd have done the same. But I won't let that get to me. I can be every bit as detached as you. Detached As they entered the movie house she whispered, "You are not to touch me on the sidewalk and no groping when the film starts." "What do I do if I don't like the movie?" "You chose the movie." "But I've never been particularly interested in mountaineering." "Well why did you choose it?" "Because the other movies were all romantic crap." She sighed. Halfway she leaned over and he kissed her. She swore at him and removed his hand off her breast. "I was leaning over to ask if you wish to leave?" she hissed, and the woman behind her said, "Shut up." Willis left treading on people's toes and Claudette following him received all the abuse and was kicked. Outside she said that was the last time she'd ever go to a movie with him and he said he hadn't intended asking her again because she behaved too erratically at the movies for his liking. She waved down a cab, jumped in and didn't even say goodnight or thank him for his company. He grinned. She'd have to pay for the cab. God what a disaster and it was a real reminder why he didn't cohabitate with women or anyone else for that matter. He began walking, looking for food, when a skinny woman coughing into a handkerchief and with the opening of her dress finished about at her navel, said two words. "One-fifty bucks" Or was that three words? "What for?" "Half an hour. My room is up that alley." Christ she was a hooker. He could have said no, fuck off to hospital you sick cow but she could create a scene and people might berate or even slug him. "I only have twenty bucks. Will that get my fifteen minutes with everything included." "Get off my sidewalk you miserable asshole trying to cheat a woman out of her living," she screamed. He hurried off and a woman on the arm of a guy said in a very cultured voice, "You can have me for fifteen hundred for an hour Mister." Other people laughed. Willis kept his head down low and walked away even faster. On the following Friday, Judith the least friendlier of the sisters invited Willis to her apartment for dinner the next night. The unexpectedness of that astonished him because he assumed Claudette would have told her sisters about her disastrous date with him. He then grinned, thinking perhaps that was the very reason why Judith wanted him to herself. Later that day was the first time he'd been alone with Claudette since she'd walked out on their date. "Um I ought to have allowed you to choose the movie." "And what, have you bored and groping me in public?" "I apologize for my part in causing our date to misfire." Typically like most women she avoiding apologizing, ignoring that part of their conversation altogether. She said, "Well let's forget that night every happen." "I will," he said keenly, and eyeing her asked, "And you?" "God I never talk to anyone about my disasters, never. Not even to my sisters." Greatly relieved to knowing his almost non-existent reputation in the city would escape an early stain by Claudette keeping her mouth shut, Willis said brightly, "Well it's a pleasure to be working with you Claudette. Here I have drafts of twelve pages as suggestions for the content and basic design of our new website. It's only a proposal and you are free of course to rip into it and demand changes or come up with you own proposal." Claudette with her top lip partly drawn back in contempt of last Saturday night's groping idiot, snatched the bunch of pages rudely and froze in shock. Slowly she looked at the following two pages and said, "Jesus Willis, this work is brilliant, absolutely drafted with high-class professionalism." She kissed his cheek and said, "I'll arrange the meeting and you make the presentation with me at your side and I'll just interject with the occasional coo and supportive 'yeah' and 'great' to indicate where I stand on this. You are brilliant and I believe this work will bedazzle my sisters. My god you are so talented." Willis staggered off to pee out his glee. It was improbable he'd ever be allowed to fuck Claudette but he'd won her over. She obviously reacted favorably to talent rather than bumbling attempted seduction. At the meeting that afternoon Judith was quick to gush at the impact the presentation had on her and the other two sisters followed with unrestrained praise and Willis was given a budget and told to get on with it. * * * Judith opened the door and emitting the fragrance of perhaps Chanel and her tongue tip curling on to her top lip, slid salaciously, or so he thought, into his arms and pressed lightly against his body from their knees upwards but somehow avoiding colliding with his feet. Her tongue ran along his top lip and she then kissed him juicily, sending electrical impulses right to the very end of his dick. He couldn't believe her tits were sizeable enough to spread under light impact that widely over his chest. At meetings Judith always wore reading glasses or rubbed down the side of her face with them or played with them on the table in front of her. Willis would have described her as the least sexy sister, even including Josephine, but now this. Wow. He dreamily reached down and cupped her vulva before realizing his stupidity and expected to be hurled down the stairs. But no. Judith pressed into his hand, nipped his ear and whispered, "Later, you may stay the night if you wish. I have my best friend from law school with her husband and being between lovers I needed a male to make up the foursome. With none of my regulars available I had to pitch for you." The extra blood supply pumping up Willis' dick instantly reversed when he heard that discouraging comment about pairing and the organ resumed its secondary function as a waste discharge outlet. Well he guessed he now knew where he was in Judith's pecking order. That was the problem with ego, always over-inflating expectations but then again perhaps that was how it was meant to work. Yeah all he had to do was to deliver Judith her best fuck ever and she would peck him right to the top of her preference list. Over dinner Willis' ego fired up sufficiently to allow him to talk expansively about his early life of hunger and deprivation as an orphan. Nicolasa and Judith became wide-eyed as he spoke about having to walk barefoot in the snow on non-school mornings to save shoe leather and when ten would often have to finish jobs before he was given his cold dinner at 9 o'clock or later. It annoyed Willis that Droid of whatever he was called listened with a half-sneering look. He went to discharge some of the wine and Nicolasa met him in the passage and was all over him, kissing, licking and biting his face with her hand down inside the front of his pants and pulling at his limp dick. Willis was quite astonished and very pleased. He dug his fingers into her ass and she squealed, apparently into orgasm. He raced back to the dining table before he was suspiciously missed. Nicolasa returned and her husband asked, "What's that damp spot low down on your dress (it was light blue satin). "Shut up Drock," she snapped and patting the arm of Willis beside her said, "What I can't understand after your harrowing childhood, being shoveled around between foster homes, is how did you get through college?" "Well I'd been dropped in at a convent by a couple who decided they wished to care for a young girl rather than an older guy and the Mother Superior found I could do jobs without complaining like some of her nuns did and so I was kept on. When it was time for me to go on to college she simply appealed to the right people in the community and as she said the money, lots of it, had came from God. I was a day student at college." "And that's where you got experience in sex?" sneered Block er Drock. "No I got that back home." "What at the nunnery?" he asked, mouth dropping open while the two women leaned forward, eyes huge and almost foaming at the mouth. "Yeah of course, that's where I lived?" Drock was practically panting. "So you'd go into one of those stone cells of your choice and fuck away with no complaints?" "No I was not permitted to enter private quarters." Quivering at been dragged along like this, his hand already dropped on to his crotch, Drock asked hoarsely, "So where did you do it?" The two women were practically salivating. "In the kitchen, with her bent over the table with his skirt up high over her ass." "You mean her habit?" "No Drock. They were girls from the town who came up each day in two shifts to cook for the nuns." "What a fucking hopeless end to that story you jerk and big loser." "Loser? Willis is on a salary in excess of $140,000 with the title of chief administrator. How much do you earn as a courier van driver Drock?" "Under half of that," he muttered, head down but he caught Willis' goading smile. "Wow," Nicolasa said. "What's he like at sex?" "Amazing innovative and with huge staying power," Judith lied. "He leaves me legless after every time we go at it and that's sometime four or five times a night." "Omigod," Nicolasa said, her hand working furiously under the tablecloth. The two women cleared away and the two men sat staring at each other, saying nothing. Nicolasa had her tongue into Willis' mouth when saying goodbye, the men said goodbye politely but without smiling. "Will you stay?" Judith said, kissing him and rubbing a hand over his dick. He smiled and asked what for? Smiling like and assassin Judith squeezed his dick really hard, feeling it growing in her hand. "Yes," he yelped. "I'll stay." "Should I put on my nun habit?" "Er no." "My school girl costume?" "Er no." "My French maid outfit?" "Perfect. I can't wait to get my mouth at your juicy cunt." "Oooh," giggled Judith, hurrying off to change. She called, "Oh Willis?" He hurried into the bedroom and she was bent over the dresser, legs apart, dusting. Eagerly he dropped to his knees, lifted up her scanty skirt and bit into her pussy. She screamed in delight, jerking her butt back into his face. She bent down lower and suddenly her small hole was under his nose. He blew against it. She moaned and groaned as if she were already coming. Willis pulled out his dick and it felt much longer than his usual seven-inches and was already dripping. He knew it had to go somewhere and do something. As he pushed it between the bloated pussy lips to be swallowed into her warm and slippery depths Willis knew he had it made, for weeks if not months. This almost nondescript babe was born to fuck and she knew it. "God Willis. You make me feel s-o-o-o beautiful and alive pushing into me like this and your dick is s-o-o-o fat squeezing inside me that all I want to do is to cum for you." Jesus. To avoid the most unwelcome premature ejaculation of his entire sexual career, Willis had to think of his days at the nunnery, going out into driving snow to collect wood for the fireplaces. The next think he knew what Judith moaning and asking when was he going to cum. She shook him awake and scolded, "You're not listening. I was saying that was the most amazing fuck. Would you like to date me regularly and exclusively?" "Yes please. I'd really like that." Women rarely said anything to surprise Willis but Judith did with her next comment. "Well before you commit I'd like to confess something. There's not much about me that appeals to people, even my sisters. I don't talk unless I really have something to say and I really don't like being in crowds or having people invade my space. You made had noticed I don't have a PA and instead call the office manager to send someone to me. I'm basically a loner and have what my sisters call a disturbing lack of emotional involvement with other people, including them, that I prefer being isolated." As she said that Willis thought it was as if she was talking about him. "So you mean we don't really have to care about each other emotionally, but still care about each other like being nice, giving each other space and fucking without commitment?" "Omigod you are so understanding," Judith smiled. "That's exactly like I mean." "Well you are a great fuck, I'm sure I can act appropriately for you. Grab the lube will you. I feel like anal." The 33-year-old brunette raced back with the tube. "You know when Drock is away on a business trip I must get you and Nicolasa over for a night. I gather by the way she was pounding her pussy listening to you tonight she would jump at the chance of joining us for a threesome." Willis made sure she was watching at licked his lips making a slurping noise. "God you are disgusting," she laughed and then ordered: "Slap the lube on and get up my ass." He had to work on it of course, progressing slowly. After her first gasp when Willis began entering the back door Judith seemed happy to settle for less urgency. Willis smiled indulgently, feeling he was at home up Judith's butt, at home in this city and working in a professional environment where he really felt at home. The bonus that awaited him was when Judith finished with him; he had two more sisters to fuck before he began all over again. THE END