0 comments/ 49502 views/ 3 favorites Educating Caroline By: phantome71 THE RELUCTANT CALL GIRL Caroline stepped off the ‘plane at LA airport and drew a deep breath. This was the start of an adventure that she had dreamed about for a long time. She was about to become a film star! Her parents had split up when she was twelve and as a result Caroline had developed into a very independent girl. Not listening to family and friends who had told her that her ambition would not prove to be so easy to obtain, she had a single-track obsession - to go to Hollywood and become an actress. Her father had been a colonel in the army and had married her mother for her money. However, the money eventually disappeared and part of it had gone on educating Caroline at Roedene School, a top class English Public School for girls. Consequently Caroline, who had just celebrated her 18th birthday, had grown into a beautiful English Rose. She had all the poise, charm and aristocratic bearing that one would expect of such an education. She was sure these Americans fell for such things! The first thing was to find some accommodation. Her parents strongly disapproved of what they considered her wilful disregard of their advice and she therefore arrived almost penniless. She had taken the precaution of finding the addresses of a couple of acting agencies and made straight for one of them. The woman on the desk was very helpful and kind and told her that she might be able to find a small apartment but meanwhile she was welcome to stay at her house for the night. How generous these Americans are, thought Caroline. Sure enough next day she spent almost all of her money on a deposit and was installed in her own modest little apartment. The next couple of weeks were spent trawling round agencies until she was offered an audition to test her acting skills. It must have been beginners luck because a part in a TV advertisement which was about to be shot required a girl that fitted Caroline’s particular qualities exactly. The money from this came just in time and Caroline was solvent again! However, she soon discovered that many of the world’s most shapely females had much the same ambition as her and hundreds of them regularly make a beeline for Hollywood. Although she landed the odd TV advertisement bit part, she was flat broke most of the time. One film director was taking an interest in her and asked her out for a meal. He turned out to be just another gigolo intent on getting the classy Caroline into bed – and she was having none of it! However, things were getting desperate and she was never certain where the next cent was coming from. So when this film director suggested to her that he could introduce her to a woman who could help, she jumped at the chance. Caroline had no idea what she was letting herself in for when she arrived at the sumptuous mansion in Beverley Hills. She was admitted and shown to a room where, to her surprise, she found herself in the company of three other girls. A door opened and another girl emerged and one of the other girls went in. When it was Caroline’s turn she entered the room and an elegant lady who was probably in her fifties, shook her by the hand. This lady came straight to the point. “I am the managing director of a company who provide companionship for wealthy clients”, she said. Caroline rose to leave. “You mean to say that I am being interviewed for a position of a tart”, she said! “No, no my dear”, said Dominique, as she was called. “Just hear me out. Nothing could be further from the truth. You must remember that this area abounds with millionaires and wealthy men who crave the company of a woman or girl who can converse with them on their own level and who can provide genuine companionship”. Caroline was unconvinced. “You mean a Call Girl”, she said! “Honey, I can employ plenty of attractive young ladies and I really don’t need you to take up my time”. Caroline remembered that she was at her wits end to provide money for food and rent and thought that she ought to hear Dominique out. “Empty your handbag”, ordered Dominique! “Whatever for”? “Just do it Honey or please leave and ask the next girl to come in”! Caroline hesitated and then did as she was told and tipped her handbag contents on to a table. “That’s fine”, said Dominique. Caroline had not been offered a seat and was still standing as Madame Dominique walked right around her and examined her general appearance and even looked at her shoes for scuff marks. “You may ask why on earth I am interested in the contents of your handbag” she said, “and the fact is that it is an indication of just how smart and tidy you are”! Caroline was indignant but at the same time fascinated at just how this woman went about her job! “Your general appearance is smart although I guess that you are living from hand to mouth”! Once again Caroline was about to ask this woman just who did she think she was when she remembered once more that she was down to her last few dollars! “I have to tell you”, said Dominique, “that I have interviewed five other girls today and none of them have been suitable. However, your attractive, smart appearance and your English accent with that unmistakeable upper class bearing that some of you English seem to exude is just right for the post that I may, and I emphasize, I may, offer you! Now get undressed”! “I will not”, said an indignant Caroline. “Then good afternoon to you”! “Why do you want me to get undressed”, said Caroline. “I am not considering appointing you as a Call Girl, as you call it, but obviously my clients, who pay up to three thousand dollars per day for your company, will only want the most attractive young ladies”. Caroline pricked up her ears at the sound of three thousand dollars per day, whew! Tentatively she undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled it out of her waistband. Then she loosened her belt and stepped out of her skirt. She removed her blouse and stood in front of this impossible woman! “I said get undressed and that means everything”! Caroline was proud of her body and decided, what the hell, she might as well humour this woman and unclipped her bra. Finally she pulled her panties down and stood stark naked in front of Dominique. Perhaps she is a lesbian thought Caroline! Once again the autocratic Dominique walked around the nude figure of Caroline. “Very nice, very nice”, came the comment. “Just one word of advice my dear”, she said. “Hair is out! Get yourself a nice razor and use it regularly”! When Caroline finally left the mansion she seemed to have agreed to give it a try! What ever I am thinking about, she said to herself. The terms agreed was that Madame (as Caroline secretly called her), would supply a client on a trial basis and she would arrange for payment. Caroline would keep 60% of the amount. She was given a credit card with a generous limit. I can see that you are a sophisticated young woman, said Dominique, so I have no doubt that you will choose skirts and dresses of good taste. Before she left Caroline was introduced to a younger woman who took her to another room. Drawers were opened and a large variety of the finest French lingerie was shown to her. “They are for you to choose from”, said the woman. “But they are all white”, said Caroline in surprise. “Yes Honey, all white – virginal white! This is a sort of trademark of a girl from “French Connection””, which Caroline learned was the name of the Company owned and run by Dominique. It was with no little sense of trepidation that Caroline listened for the ‘phone as she remained in her apartment. The very next day Madame called to say that she was required to call on Mr……. Dominique had lectured her at some length about the need for complete discretion – “so, no names if you please”! Dominique was a ruthless all-American business woman and she said, “do you know, my dear, I could blackmail any one of these men but I will never ever do so. The success of my business is at stake and depends upon complete confidentiality”. Perhaps, when I am ready to retire…… Caroline had been shopping in the morning and was pleased with the two dresses and skirt and blouse ensemble that she had bought. Later that afternoon she was to take a cab to an address which had been given to her. However, just as she was leaving she received a ‘phone call to say that the rendezvous was off and the client would call again when he was able. Caroline was relieved on the one hand because of her apprehension of what may be asked of her and at the same time, disappointed that she would not have her first experience that day. She had been told to prepare for an evening out with the client and had been advised to wear a fairly formal and “dressy” outfit. Caroline was not a virgin and neither was she a very experienced girl. Since arriving in LA she had very much kept herself to herself. She was no fool and realised that if she mixed socially with any young group she may fall in with an undesirable group or come face to face with the drug scene that she was aware abounded in this city. Anyway, she had been concentrating upon the job of finding work as a fledgling actress. She removed her dress and lay on the bed in her underwear. After many disappointing days job hunting she had frequently arrived home early in a frustrated and worried state. She couldn’t afford to have the air conditioning turned on and would often undress and lie on her bed to try and keep cool. This tension that she felt and the fact that she was, after all, a young girl who naturally thought about sex all the time had only one effect. Her hand would fall between her legs and she would start to play with herself. The orgasm that followed would release the tension and she would feel much better! Today was no exception. Caroline removed her white panties and began furiously to massage her clit with her hand in that delicate, ever quickening circular movement which always resulted in a lovely orgasm. The next day she received a ‘phone call from Dominique’s secretary to say that her appointment was on once more and she should dress for an evening out. Caroline duly arrived at the address given and rang the doorbell. An elderly man answered the door and she was shown into a plush apartment. He explained that he had given the butler the evening off and introduced himself as Arthur. Caroline guessed that he was in his seventies! Arthur explained that this was his “town house” and only some time afterwards did Caroline learn that he had a large house in its own grounds, in the country. “Do you like opera”, my dear, he said. “Yes, sometimes”, she admitted. “I particularly like the operas of Mozart and Verdi”. Arthur was duly impressed. He was to escort this lovely young girl who was as intelligent as she was pretty! The evening went well and they shared a box in the Los Angeles Opera House to enjoy Mozart’s Cosi Fan Tutti. Luckily this was a favourite of Caroline’s and she remembered that it had been staged by the sixth form at school when she was in the fifth form. So she was aware of the story and was even able to describe the meanings of the scenes to Arthur. He continued to be mightily impressed and they held hands! She caught him looking down her cleavage a couple of times and even made it easier for him to do so by leaning forward occasionally! He really was a sweety! They returned to Arthur’s “town House”, as he liked to call it and she made them both a cup of hot chocolate! Before leaving, Arthur kissed her on the cheek and said how much he had enjoyed her company. With that he pressed a couple of two hundred dollar bills into her hand. “For you, my dear”, he said. She thanked him “for a lovely evening” and kissed him on the forehead before leaving! On the way home in the cab Caroline thought to herself, this is really easy money and so far not at all bad! “Madame” herself ‘phoned Caroline the next day. “Well done”, she said, “Arthur has told me that he had never enjoyed the company of one of my girls more”. Then she was handed over to the secretary, who had another client for her to entertain. This time it was an American actor who had been a heartthrob for perhaps too many years, but who was, nevertheless still a handsome man. Caroline remembered him from some of the earliest films she had seen! This time it was a morning appointment and Caroline wore a diaphanous summer dress and picture hat. She was collected from her apartment by a chauffeur driven limousine and taken to a swish address in Beverley Hills. She was greeted by a middle-aged woman who was dressed in clothes that Caroline considered to be more suitable for a teenager. Nevertheless the woman, whose name was Beverley, was pleasant enough and took her to meet Richard…, the heartthrob actor! The three of them sat on a terrace and sipped cold drinks. They twigged her English accent and asked her about England and the conversation flowed. Seemingly Beverley was destined to be present all the time and eventually it was suggested that they had a swim in the luxurious pool. “I am sorry”, said Caroline, but I have no costume. They laughed at this and Richard said, “why worry about such details”! Then Beverley chided Richard. “Can’t you see that she is just a young girl and probably shy”? “With a body like hers who could possibly be shy”, said Richard. Caroline, who may have been a little light headed from the effects of the drinks, tossed her head. She was not about to be treated like a child and anyway she knew her body was lovely. “Last one in’s a cissy”, she said and with that pulled her dress over her head. Her bra was off in a flash and her panties thrown to one side. In she dived with Richard and Beverley hard on her heels! Caroline marvelled at her own impetuosity as she swam with the other two, who were also naked. When it was time to get out of the pool Caroline suddenly became a little more shy. “Please hand me a robe”, she said to Richard, who was standing on the poolside already in a robe. “Come and get it”, said Richard laughing. So Caroline had no option other than to stand beside him naked. Beverley had also got out of the pool and was also in a robe. “Isn’t she just gorgeous Richard”, said Beverley? “Let’s use the upstairs shower”, said Richard and all three went to find it. The shower was an elaborate continental affair with no cubicle and it was possible for all of them to shower at the same time. So once more they were naked together. Both Beverley and Richard fondled the lovely Caroline and she could see that he was rapidly getting an erection. Beverley, far from avoiding the subject said, “really Richard just look at you”! “It’s not my fault” he said, “I blame Caroline”! They dried each other and Caroline slipped her panties back on. “Why don’t we all have a little rest”, said Richard and with that they both took Caroline by the hand and led her to a bedroom with an enormous bed. Caroline was bidden to lie on the bed and the other two lay beside her. It had been obvious to Caroline almost from the start that she was going to be seduced this day and she had been feeling more and more aroused as time went on. Richard took her in his arms and kissed her mouth and then her neck and nibbled her nipples before kissing her breasts. She felt Beverley pulling her panties off and her legs were gently parted as Beverley kissed her vagina. She had taken Dominique’s advice and her pubic area was completely smooth. Beverley’s tongue was playing with her clit and she returned Richard’s kisses with increased fervour. He held her hand and took it to his erection. He was so hard and she was so hot for him! Caroline began to masturbate him eagerly. Then Caroline heard a buzzing sound and suddenly flinched as Beverley introduced a vibrator to her vagina. This was a new experience for this rather naïve English girl and she writhed in ecstasy as Beverley skilfully applied it. She was panting with sexual desire and kissed Richard passionately as she went “over the top” and had the most wonderful orgasm. It was Richard’s turn now and he laid Caroline on her back. Her legs were drawn up as he knelt between them and pulled her on to him. He was much older than Caroline but still a handsome and fit man. His powerful thrusts were rapidly building her to the point of another orgasm. Beside them on the bed Beverley was having the time of her life. She was turned on by the sight of the couple who were fucking so naturally and her vibrator was turned fully on as she built to her own climax. It seemed that all three of them climaxed together and exhausted, they lay still for a few minutes. Caroline recovered first and kissed Richard affectionately before turning to Beverley and kissing her full on the lips. “Oh, thank you, both of you”, she said. “That was wonderful! I have never seen a vibrator before”, she confessed. They all got dressed and went outside again to enjoy a spot of lunch. “I feel that I have made two wonderful friends today”, said Caroline. Money was no object to the couple and they often called upon the “French Connection” to supply them with a girl to have an orgy with, but Caroline was different. For one thing, she was younger than the average “Call Girl”, (for that is just what I am, thought Caroline), and she had a certain naïve quality. “Almost like deflowering a virgin”, Beverley had said afterwards to Richard. It was time for Caroline to leave and Richard called up the limousine. “Just a minute”, said Beverley, “I’ve got a present for you”. She disappeared upstairs and returned with the vibrator in her hand. “You are welcome to this one”, she said. “I have a drawer full of them”! They both laughed and kissed Caroline before she parted. The next day she was asked to Dominique’s mansion and given her cut of the money. “Well, what do you think of it now”, asked Dominique? “I think I am a really classy tart”, said Caroline and they both laughed! “It will do until I become an actress”, she said. Dominique said nothing. She knew that it was unlikely that this girl would ever make the grade as an actress but she had other talents, including her intellect and she was sure that Caroline was destined to be a great asset to her Company in the months, if not yet years, ahead. It was time to find a nicer apartment than the grubby one on Sunset Boulevard that she had been forced to occupy and Dominique supplied an apartment in a block that already housed three other girls who also worked for “French Connection”. Caroline at 18 was easily the youngest girl in the organisation and because of her classy English accent and her obvious intelligence, she found herself in constant demand. It wasn’t long before the ‘phone rang again and Dominique’s secretary explained that she was to be photographed for promotional purposes. They kept an album of photographs of all the girls for their clients to peruse. She was getting to know the other “French Connection” girls in her new apartment block and one of them was in her room when she answered the ‘phone. Which photographer have you got to go to asked the girl, whose name was Safire? Caroline said that she understood that she would be told later. Why? Oh, nothing said Safire with a mysterious smile. Caroline was told the address of a photographic studio a day or two later and arrived with a wardrobe of various outfits. The female photographer welcomed her and they had a coffee together whilst Marguerite, as she was called, discussed with her what was required. It was not to be a glamour shoot, but Caroline should wear sensible dresses and skirts, blouses and sweaters. Caroline said that she had just purchased a rather smart business suit with a jacket and skirt. Let’s start with that said Marguerite. So Caroline was helped with her make up and the photography began. No need to go into the changing room each time darling said Marguerite. There’s just the two of us here! Soon Caroline was being helped in and out of her clothes by a very “touchy feely” Marguerite. Shall we do some lingerie shots now said Marguerite. Yes, of course if you think we should said Caroline but I thought you said it wasn’t to be a glamour shoot. Darling you have the most ravishing body and I would just love to pose you in your undies and in the nude. We have taken rather a long time and perhaps I should come back again, said Caroline? Educating Caroline Tell you what said Marguerite, why don’t you come to my place this evening and we can do them there. Caroline remembered Safire’s mysterious smile and put two and two together. This lady photographer is a lesbian she told herself and I have been asked to her “pad” to be seduced! Oh well, thought our heroine, more experiments with sex. She really was looking forward to the unknown! So that evening it was with a sense of excited expectation of what might happen to her that Caroline arrived at Marguerite’s apartment with an assortment of “French Connection’s” white lingerie. After a couple of drinks they got down to photography and Marguerite supplied some more ravishing undies. White all the time is a bit insipid, don’t you think? Soon it was time for some nude shots and Caroline began to feel deliciously vulnerable alone with Marguerite! Marguerite held the light meter against Caroline’s face and she could feel the sexual tension between them as Marguerite’s hot breath was on her neck. Then Marguerite reached up to adjust one of the softboxes. Caroline could see that she had really shapely legs and an altogether lovely body. She began to understand why girls so often like other girls and was really beginning to hope that Marguerite would make a move on her! Sure enough when they had sufficient shots Caroline was handed a silk robe and she sat on a settee. Marguerite came up behind her and parted the robe and cupped Caroline’s breasts in her hand. They are so lovely and soft she said. Caroline was becoming very aroused. You really are too bad Marguerite, she said. I know darling but I just want to make love to you. With that she sat beside Caroline and kissed her. Caroline found herself responding and really enjoying this girl-to-girl encounter. Caroline was taken by the hand and they walked through to a bedroom. Undress me darling said Marguerite. Caroline this time took the initiative and kissed Marguerite whilst undoing the buttons of her silk blouse. Soon they were both naked and lay on the bed together. The drawer of a bedside cabinet was opened and a selection of “toys” was brought out. The next few minutes were a hazy memory whilst firstly Caroline was “attacked” by the sexy Marguerite and made to climax violently. Then Caroline turned on her lovely partner. She repeated what Marguerite had done to her and her kisses gradually went down Marguerite’s body until her legs were parted to enable a very aroused Caroline to find her partner’s rather prominent clitoris. She gently nibbled it very gently with her teeth and the toy that had been used on her finished Marguerite off. Caroline held her in her arms while Marguerite was helpless in the throws of her orgasm. They slept together in each other’s arms and Caroline didn’t return to her apartment until after breakfast the next day. She found one of the girls who had the apartment next door. Dominique’s been trying to reach you all morning, she said. Caroline phoned Dominique immediately and found that she was furious with her. I know that you hadn’t any client appointments last night she said and you should always be available or let me know where you are going. Caroline was annoyed to think that this woman should be under the impression that she owned her but refrained from telling her so in so many words. I have been…., began Caroline. I guessed where you have been said Dominique – you have been sleeping with that Marguerite! Caroline was embarrassed by this but stood up for herself. You didn’t warn me about her she said! Caroline was really enjoying her new life style. She was naturally highly sexed and so far her life as a “Call Girl” had proved to be a wonderful experience. The phone rang and once again it was the secretary at “French Connection”. “Another appointment for you Caroline”! This time an evening appointment by a wealthy business man. “He will pick you up in his car tomorrow and you are to wear evening dress. It may involve staying overnight, so be prepared”. Caroline waited outside her apartment at the appointed time and the car arrived promptly. The man (whose surname name is never divulged by “French Connection”), was good looking but quite brusque with her at first. “I have a surprise for you”, he said as they drove to the airport. Caroline was looking ravishing in an off the shoulder black evening dress with smart accessories but Brad, as he was called, declined to offer her any hint of his approval. “Do you like music”? “What sort of music”, asked Caroline? “We are going to a concert in another city”, he said. “In fact my dear, in another State! It is programme of classical music at a theatre in Houston”! They arrived at the airport and were given leave to drive on to the perimeter track and round to a private executive jet which was waiting for them. Wow, thought Caroline, this guy is seriously rich! No sooner were they on board than the ‘plane taxied to the main runway and obtained clearance to take off. Brad poured out a Bourbon on the rocks for himself and then asked Caroline if she would like a drink. She said that the same for her would be fine and at the same time noted that his manners could be improved! “I have reserved a table at a restaurant in Houston and the theatre is nearby, so we should have plenty of time”, he told her. They arrived in the circuit at Houston control and were given immediate clearance to land. A car was waiting to take them straight to the restaurant and Caroline enjoyed a really nice meal. She said to herself (as she had on more than one occasion since embarking on this “Escort girl”, adventure), “I could really get used to this”! The concert was a mixture of music by Ravel, Bizet and Chopin. Caroline enjoyed the concert and the finale was the Chopin Second Piano Concerto. Just before the end there is a pause and a member of the audience started to clap. She saw Brad was just about to do so and seized his hand. Sure enough the final few bars of the music followed. He glared at her but instead of thanking her for preventing him embarrassment he was clearly annoyed that this young girl should be more knowledgeable about music than he was. They hailed a taxi and Brad told her that he had booked them into a hotel in Houston for the night and they would fly home in the morning. She held back as he went to the reception desk and then a bellboy showed them to a suite of rooms. The bedroom contained the usual gigantic bed but Caroline noticed that this was the only bed. He spotted her hesitation. “Just one bed Honey, how many do you want”? It had been a great evening and another great adventure but Caroline was feeling distinctly uneasy. There had been no attempt by Brad to be particularly pleasant to her and now it was obvious that it was “pay back time”. She made an excuse and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. “You be there long Honey”, he shouted through the door? “Just coming Brad”, she said. Then she came out still wearing her evening dress. “Going to get into bed with that on”? Brad was lying on the bed in his shirt and trousers. “OK Honey, give me a strip tease”! Caroline felt her face reddening and Brad picked it up immediately. “I seen it all now”, he said. “A blushing Hooker”! Caroline was near to tears but was determined not to let Brad see how upset he was making her. She knew that she had no option and sooner or later he would be having his way with her. After all, she told herself, you let yourself in to this with your eyes open! She slipped a strap off her shoulder and then the other one. Her gorgeous dress slid silently to the floor and she stood there in a sexy black slip which was just short of the top of her nylons. Brad had removed his shirt and trousers and now lay there in just a pair of underpants. Then he released his penis and whilst she stood before him he started to stroke himself. Caroline unclipped her bra and placed it on a chair where she had put her slip. All the time Brad was masturbating himself. “Panties next Honey”, he chortled. She slipped her panties off and he bade her join him on the bed. They kissed and she was told to hold “Peter Pecker”, as he called his sizeable manhood. “You playing “hard to get”, he asked her as she was so obviously reluctant to submit to him? “No, of course not”, she lied. Brad was not convinced and the next moment he seized her wrists and wound his belt around them and tied them to the bed. He knelt between her legs and placed a pillow under her bottom. She was terrified but thought that she should not try to fight him. Then he seized her ankles and held her legs in the air in a huge V. Then drove into her with some force and proceeded to fuck her unmercifully. The lay in bed together for the rest of the night but not touching. In the morning Brad and Caroline said little to each other and after some breakfast they took a cab to the airport where his private jet took them back to LA. “Never knew quite such a reluctant prostitute before”, he told her before they parted. “Might as well have got one of those hookers off Sunset Boulevard”! “Pity you didn’t, they are more your level”, were her parting words to him! Caroline returned to the sanctuary of her little apartment and cried. I suppose prostitute is all I am now, she said to herself! She had made up her mind to quit this awful “French Connection” outfit. I was a fool to agree to give it a try in the first place, she mused. Then the phone went again. This time it was Dominique. Better come over and see me was all she said and then put the phone down. Caroline arrived at Dominique’s palatial pad and was shown up to her. Before Caroline could tell her what she could do with her Call Girl Agency, Dominique said that she had received a phone call from a very irate Brad. Then Caroline let fly and with tears in her eyes told Dominique that she was “through” with the whole thing anyway. “Calm down darling”, said Dominique, “I am on your side”! “What do you mean”, asked Caroline? “I mean dear, that no one and that includes filthy rich Brad ….. is ever going to treat one of my girls like that and get away with it”. “You haven’t heard my side of the story”, said Caroline. “Don’t need to Honey, I had an idea that he was no good and I am very sorry that I let you in for it. It was my fault”, and with that Dominique put her arms around Caroline to comfort her. “So you quit”, said Dominique? “Yes”, said Caroline, “I quit”! “Not just one more little assignment”? “No”! “Not even if I tell you that Arthur….. has phoned and is desperate for you to spend a little more time with him”. Caroline dried her tears. “Arthur is a sweetie”, she said. “Go on”, said Dominique, “make an old man very happy by doing just this one more job”! Arthur had been her first “client” and had taken her to the opera. He was a very nice old man and Caroline had genuinely enjoyed going with him. She had weakened and agreed to see Arthur again and was waiting for his car to pick her up. It was a glorious morning and she had a pretty summer dress on and her fair hair was done in a ponytail. This time, instead of being taken to what he called his “town house”, Caroline was driven out into the country and arrived at the impressive gates of what would surely be a mansion. As she was driven down the drive she could see that it was indeed a lovely house. She was greeted at the door by Arthur. “Wonderful to see you again my dear”, he said. “And you are looking lovely”. She kissed him on both cheeks and he held her schoolgirl waist a little longer than necessary! Caroline had chosen her clothes and done her hair with some care. She guessed that Arthur liked to think of her as a very young girl – a schoolgirl perhaps. So the dress she wore was very short and the ponytail hairdo made her look even younger than she was. “I just want to enjoy your company my dear”, he said “and I have nothing planned but perhaps you would like to have a swim in my pool”? Caroline said that she would love to and was shown to a changing room. She had been advised to take a swimsuit and had selected her skimpy bikini. Arthur sat at the side of the pool in a lounger and enjoyed the sight of his nubile young friend gambolling in the water. Afterwards Caroline donned a robe and they sat together eating a light salad lunch. Despite the fact that Arthur must have been well in his seventies they seemed to get on so well together and were laughing and really enjoying each other’s company. He told her that he had never married and she was convinced that he saw her as the daughter he never had. After lunch Arthur said that he would like to have “a little rest” and would Caroline like to rest away from the glaring afternoon sun? She was shown to a bedroom and went to stand by the window because the view was breathtaking. Arthur had entered the room and crossed over to her. “What a lovely view”, she said. “Yes dear, it is lovely and how discerning you are”! He gently put his arms around her waist and then cupped her young breasts in his hands. She was happy for him to do so. “You are lovely, you know”, he said and kissed her neck. Then he left her to go and have his nap. Around four o’clock there was a knock on the door and Arthur came straight in. Caroline, who had been lying on the bed in her undies, gave a girlish little shriek and Arthur apologised and fled! Caroline put a light robe on and went to find him. “I am sorry”, she said, “I didn’t really mind, you know”. Arthur held both her hands. “I should be the one to apologise”; he said and couldn’t help peering right into her robe where he could plainly see his heart’s delight in her bra and panties! Caroline always appeared not to notice his wandering eyes and, in fact was pleased that he showed an interest in her like that. It was the least she could do to increase his enjoyment. Caroline got dressed and they went for a stroll through the gardens of his lovely house. It was time for a shower and to get ready for the evening. She had brought a very nice strapless gown and when she looked at herself in the mirror and did a little twirl she couldn’t help saying to herself, “yes Arthur’s right – I am a lovely girl”! Arthur called up to her. “Are you ready dear”? “Coming”, she said. “I must call for my car”, he said. “I have booked a table at a restaurant in town”. “Why don’t just the two of us go”, asked Caroline? “Do we need your driver”? “My eyesight is not as good as it was”, he said, “but perhaps you would like to drive”? Caroline had never driven such a large car before but the Cadillac was very easy to manage and she soon gained confidence. “You drive very well Caroline”, said Arthur. Caroline wondered if she would ever do anything wrong for her “Sugar Daddy”! Arthur was plainly relishing the fact that his companion was a beautiful young woman and they both enjoyed the evening. He continued to “accidentally” look down her cleavage and Caroline continued to “innocently” lean forward to give him a better view! It had hardly been the sort of day that a healthy and active teenage girl would have chosen for herself but Caroline had a warm personality and she genuinely liked Arthur, despite the age difference. She drove them back to the big house and Arthur asked her to stay. “After all, we don’t want to knock the driver up at this hour, do we”? Then he remembered that she wouldn’t have a nightdress with her. “Oh, don’t worry about that”, Caroline said. “I always sleep in the nude”! Arthur kissed her on the cheek and went to bed visibly shaken! Caroline left in the morning and Arthur held her by the waist again a little longer than necessary! When she arrived back at the apartment Caroline was in a dilemma. Four times she had been given “escort” assignments and she had to admit that only one of them had been horrible. What should she tell Dominique? However, guilt had finally got the better of her and she was determined to tell Dominique that she wished to leave her employment. Dominique took it quite well. “It’s true”, she said, “that most of my girls are in their twenties or early thirties and I have never had anyone as young as you before”. “I was about to introduce you to the son of an industrial tycoon”, said Dominique. The man had confided in her that he thought his son was shy with the opposite sex and because he remembered his time as a teenager and all the fun he had enjoyed with girls, he wanted to try to encourage his son whilst he was still young. The industrialist, who had himself enjoyed the company of several of Dominique’s “girls”, told her that he was keen for his son to meet a younger girl. Caroline was suspicious. Why was Dominique telling her all this when she knew that her “escort life” was behind her? “Because I know that my girls are not what this man was looking for”, and perhaps Caroline would just like to meet him anyway”! “I believe you are trying to manipulate me”, accused Caroline, “and I am having none of it”! Of course Dominique was very clever and persuasive and Caroline found herself at Los Angeles airport waiting for a ‘plane that was carrying the son of the industrialist. She told herself that this was quite harmless and she had agreed to meet the boy entirely privately. The aircraft landed and it was a private executive Jet owned by the Company of the industrialist. Caroline never failed to be impressed just how wealthy some of her new friends and acquaintances were! The boy, whose name was Mark, had been told that a young woman would meet him off the plane and that she was an employee of the Company who had been detailed to collect him. “I’m Caroline and you must be Mark”? “Hi Caroline”, said Mark. Caroline drove him to the factory offices in a car that had been supplied by his father. She had taken the precaution of familiarising herself with the layout beforehand. They were shown up to his father’s palatial office suite and Caroline met him for the first time. To her embarrassment he winked at her as they left! Mark had been told this his presence at the factory would not be required for a couple of days as father was flying to Europe on business. Mark promptly asked Caroline out to dinner. “I would love to”, said Caroline and wondered at the same time just how shy Mark really was! Mark seemed to be a nice boy. Certainly he was very handsome and Caroline was looking forward to spending the evening with him. Always careful with her clothes sense, she wore a black off the shoulder knee length dress and her expensive silk underwear was pure white. Not that she was out to seduce him so quickly! He met her at her apartment and drove her to a swanky restaurant in town and Caroline told him that she had recently arrived from England whilst Mark said he was just twenty and told her some of his background. “Dad thinks I am shy with the opposite sex”, said Mark, laughing. Caroline was somewhat taken aback by this. She had been told to try to overcome his shyness and if possible, to seduce him and here he was laughing about his father’s obviously incorrect assessment of him! “Yes”, said Caroline, teasing him. “I can see that you are terrified of me”! They laughed and Mark took her hand. “I know”, he said, “lets drive down to Dad’s beach house”. “Really sir”, she said mockingly, “what do you take me for”! “Honey”, he said, “I take you for a young and very pretty call girl who has been booked to “show me the ropes”! Caroline blushed crimson and fell silent. “So you knew all along”, she said? “Don’t get me wrong Caroline; I think it is a great idea”! “Well, I don’t”, said Caroline and near to tears she told him what had happened. She said that it was true that she had been an escort for a short while but had given the job up. She had agreed to meet him on an entirely private basis but her boss, Dominique, had talked her into doing “one final job”! Caroline was inconsolable and they said nothing as Mark drove them home. She kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for a lovely evening”, said Caroline, “and I’m very sorry the way it has turned out”. “Hey, look”, said Mark. “Why don’t we start again? I like you and I thought we were getting on fine”. “Yes”, said Caroline, “we were but I feel so ashamed that I was in this conspiracy to trick you and I feel that you must think me so “cheap”. We shouldn’t see each other again”. “Not cheap if I know my Dad”, quipped Mark, but for Caroline this remark was the final straw and she was in tears as she closed the door on him. Educating Caroline The next morning Dominique phoned to ask how Caroline had fared. She told Dominique the story and said that she hoped that they would still be friends but that she wished to get well away from the life of an escort girl. Fortunately Dominique, who could be a hard and ruthless businesswoman, had a soft spot for the young and inexperienced English girl and they parted on good terms. No sooner had she put the phone down than it rang again. “Hi Caroline”, said Mark, “I’m really very sorry about last night and I want to apologise to you”. “It’s me that should apologise”, said Caroline, “but it was sweet of you to try and take the blame”! “Look here Caroline”, said Mark, “I really am in need of some intelligent company. Why don’t we just meet and have a spot of lunch together”? She didn’t exactly say no. “Oh, I don’t know”, she said and put the phone down. This was enough for Mark and he was soon knocking on her door! She let him in and made him a coffee. “You don’t know how awful I feel”, she began once again. “Oh heck Honey, why don’t we just forget it and have some fun together”? Caroline was feeling better and gave him a peck on his cheek. “OK, you win”, she said, “but just don’t take me for a “push over”! The Californian sky was a deep blue as they made their way down to the beach house that Mark had spoken about the previous evening. Caroline and Mark were soon in their swimwear and together in the luxurious pool. As he helped her out he made a predictable move to take her in his arms. She allowed him to hold her and they kissed. Caroline knew that any plans she had to resist him sexually for very long would be difficult if not impossible to keep! Two healthy youngsters were no match for the power of sexual attraction and where it would inevitably lead! They drove to a beach restaurant and had a bite to eat and were soon back at the beach house. “Would you like to see the over place”, he asked her? They went upstairs and he showed her the beautifully furnished rooms and bedrooms. She thought that at any moment he was going to ask her to make love with him but he avoided being quite so blatant. He was no fool and knew that Caroline was afraid that she was being taken for a “good time girl”. He could see that she was a nice girl and although he fancied her rotten and wanted to throw her on the nearest bed, he had enough sense to know that he had to be diplomatic, at least for the time being. They drove back to Caroline’s and she poured him out a drink while she showered and put another dress on. Mark had asked her out to a nightclub in Town and Caroline had almost forgotten her guilt and eagerly accepted the invitation. They had a lovely evening and Mark returned her to her apartment quite late. When they were inside she just melted into Mark’s arms. They were very much attracted to each other and after some passionate kissing Mark was unable to resist turning her around so that he could unzip her dress. Caroline was also unable to resist his charms any further and the dress slid silently to the floor. They retired to Caroline’s bedroom and the rather narrow bed. Caroline released his belt and pulled his pants off while Mark’s busy fingers were inside her panties. She held his rock hard manhood and told him that she had promised herself that she wouldn’t easily be seduced. Mark said, “this thing is bigger than both of us”. He had meant that sex is irresistible, but then, realising what he had just said both of them collapsed in hysterical laughter. Caroline was holding his erection and they couldn’t stop giggling. “There’s no need to brag”, she told him, with tears in her eyes from laughing. Soon there were more urgent things to be attended to and Mark knelt between her knees and bent forward to kiss her breasts and gently nip her nipples. The next few minutes were the most wonderful experience of lovemaking that either of them had ever enjoyed. The idea that Mark was shy or inexperienced was a joke. He took her in several ways. When he made her kneel and took her from behind Caroline just shuddered with ecstasy. This was her favourite position. Finally he reached his own climax and Caroline orgasmed once more as she could feel him pumping into her. Only afterwards did Mark think to ask her if she was on the pill. The bed was too narrow for two people and they had to embrace each other all night long. Wonderful, thought Caroline. Mark kissed her while she slept. What a girl! Caroline rose first in the morning and brought Mark a cup of coffee. “I shall have to report to Dad”, he said. “Yes, I know”, replied Caroline. “I will phone later”, said Mark, “but one thing I want to know”. “What is that”, asked Caroline? “Will you be “my girl”? In reply she kissed him lovingly and they parted. The next few weeks Caroline and Mark saw a lot of each other. Mark’s family beach house was rarely used by his family and they found privacy both there and at Caroline’s apartment. Their lovemaking became more and more intense and enjoyable as they discovered more ways to pleasure each other. Caroline would sometimes tease Mark and tell him how shy he was! This became a joke between them because of the way that they had met. Mark’s father for some reason thought that Mark was a shy twenty-year-old virgin. The reality was, as Mark told Caroline, that he had been seduced by a twenty eight year old woman when he was thirteen and had certainly made many conquests since then! Their relationship was becoming serious and they both knew that they were in love. One Sunday afternoon they had driven to the beach house with the intention of going for a swim. Inevitably though, they always finished up in bed together first. Caroline had a sundress on and just a pair of panties. Mark always considered it his job to undress his “girl” and Caroline would strip Mark. They indulged in heavy petting for a while and Mark then took her with some force. You are a stallion she panted gratefully as she reached her first orgasm. They lay together afterwards and talked before Caroline rose and slipped her panties on. Mark took one look at his gorgeous girl and she was back on the bed with her legs apart. This happened a third time before Mark began to flag! “C’mon Mark”, said Caroline, “thought we came here to have a swim”? “Right”, he said, “race you to the pool”! They tore downstairs and into the lounge with the intention of reaching the pool via the patio doors. Both of them froze. “Oh my God”, said Mark, as; in their completely naked state they confronted a party made up of Mark’s family, who had obviously only just arrived! They turned around and raced back to the safety of the bedroom where they hurriedly put their clothes on. There was a knock on the door and Mark’s father was demanding to be let in. When they were both decent Mark opened the door. “I would like you to meet Caroline”, said Mark lamely. “Yeah, yeah, I have met her before”. Turning to Caroline, he said, “you are the broad who I secretly hired for Mark”. Caroline coloured up and Mark immediately stood up for her. “She is my girl friend and you mustn’t speak to her like that”. Ignoring that remark he said, “suppose you ought to come down to meet your family”? They went downstairs and both Caroline and Mark were so embarrassed to confront them once more! Some of the older members of the family wore frosty faces but Mark’s brother and sister smiled broadly at both of them and shook Caroline’s hand. Mark later told Caroline later that he had the most awful row with his father, who had said that if he didn’t stop seeing Caroline, that he would be out of a job and could have no more to do with the family business. They embraced each other and Mark said that he loved her and there was no way that he would give her up. She kissed him but knew that it was hopeless and that she was not prepared to ruin his life. Mark pleaded with her but her mind was made up and she made secret plans to return to England. She knew that while they lived in the same locality that neither of them would be able to part with the other. Caroline’s flight was booked. She had phoned her mother in England, who was overjoyed that Caroline was returning home. There was a knock on the door. A girl, who Caroline recognised as Mark’s sister, was waiting to be let in. “I’m Virginia”, she said. “Yes, I know”, said Caroline with a smile, “but why are you here Virginia”? “I have been told to come and plead for you to get in touch with my brother again. He is in love with you, you know”, said Virginia. “I am in love with him”, said Caroline “but it’s hopeless and I don’t want to ruin Mark’s life or estrange him from his family, so I have decided to return to England”. The fact that she was returning to England was news to Virginia and she told Caroline that Mark would be devastated. “I am totally miserable”, said Caroline, “but Mark has told me how his father is completely dominating and will never relent and I feel that I must take this action for Mark’s sake”. “I will tell Mark what you have told me”, said Virginia “but I know my brother and he has the same determined streak as Dad has and he won’t give up on you. Personally I think you are a lovely girl for him and I will make sure that somehow or other this mess can be sorted out”. The two girls kissed before parting. Just a day before Caroline was due to leave she had a call from Dominique. It was to tell her that Arthur had suffered a heart attack and was in hospital and quite poorly. Caroline thanked her for the information. She was saddened by this news. Arthur was a man in his late seventies who Caroline had twice visited in her role as an escort girl. He had been very kind to her and she genuinely liked him. She determined to visit Arthur in hospital that evening and he was delighted to see her. “How nice of you”, he said, “to visit a silly old man like me”! “You are a sweetie”, she told him, “and of course I wanted to come and cheer you up”. Then she told him all her news. How she had met Mark and how his Father disapproved of her. “Can’t say I blame him”, said Caroline. “After all it’s a bit degrading what I was doing”. “Nonsense”, said Arthur, “you certainly brought some sunshine into my life”. Before leaving she kissed him on both cheeks and there were tears in her eyes as they parted. It was unlikely she would ever see him again. The British Airways Boeing 747 was on time as Caroline landed at Heathrow to be met by her mother. They had much to talk about and spent the next few days in each other’s company. It was Autumn and the English countryside looked idyllic. Caroline’s mother lived in a village in the Cotswolds and Caroline just loved to be home again, but all the time she couldn’t get Mark out of her thoughts. The ‘phone rang early one evening and Caroline’s mother said, “it’s for you dear”. The call was from an attorney based in Los Angeles. The voice on the other end said that he was acting as probate in a will and he wanted to make an appointment to see her! Caroline patiently explained that they were about 12 hours flying time apart and she couldn’t possibly come to his office in LA! She heard the receiver being replaced and about a couple of hours later the ‘phone rang again. The same voice said that her tickets had been bought and should be at the check out desk at Heathrow in two days time. “She should make every effort to attend because it was in her interests to do so”. Caroline was now working for the local tourist office and luckily she was due a few days off. Consequently and partly to satisfy her curiosity, she boarded flight BA626 which flew directly to LA. She booked in overnight at an airport hotel and made her way the next morning to the law office. She was shown directly to the office of the attorney who had spoken to her on the ‘phone. They shook hands and Caroline was invited to sit down. “First I have to tell you of the death of Mr Arthur Wiggins”, he said. Caroline said how sorry she was because he was such a nice old man. “Yes”, said the attorney, “so nice that he has left you his entire estate”! Caroline was stunned. “He was indeed a very rich man and you are now the richer by several hundred million dollars”! Caroline was at first speechless. “But surely he must have had family”, she said? “Yes, he has a son and a daughter but due to a family feud a long time ago he disinherited them”. Caroline would have to remain some time in LA whilst the details were sorted out and she rang her Mother and also her employer in England to explain the situation. Her old apartment was still available and she once more rented it again for what she imagined would be a few weeks. When she was next summoned to the law office it was to be told that Arthur’s son and daughter had heard of their Father’s death and would be contesting the will. “However”, said her attorney, “it will be a formality as the old man was of sound mind when he made the will out to Caroline and they would not stand a chance of inheriting a penny”. Caroline was distraught. She told her attorney that she had no moral claim to the estate and she wished to see the son and daughter. Her attorney forbade her to do so, but she was insistent. “Very well”, he said, “but be careful not to compromise your position”. Caroline hired a car and drove the considerable distance to where they both lived. She arrived at the house of the son as arranged and met him and his sister. They were polite but she was coldly received. Caroline wished to know just what had happened in the past to bring about such hostility in a family. They explained that they had not approved of the woman that he had married after their mother died. They said that she had obviously only married him for his money. Arthur had given them an ultimatum. Either they accept his new wife into the family or they would not hear from him again. Eventually his second wife also died but the rift had never been healed. Caroline asked, “then is it true that you were concerned that your father had been conned”? They said that their father realised later that they had been correct in their opinion but he was stubborn and his later life was spent in lonely isolation. When Caroline parted they shook hands and she left them with the opinion that they deserved something from the estate. Caroline was in a dilemma. She felt that she had no right to this money but she also needed to be convinced of Arthur’s children’s explanation of events. She visited her attorney again and he was able to speak to friends of Arthur’s family. Eventually he contacted Caroline again and told her that what they had told her was perfectly true. Caroline made up her mind. She told her attorney that she rejected the whole of the estate in favour of Arthur’s children. The attorney was dumbfounded. “Do you realise”, he said, “that you are turning down an enormous fortune”? Caroline had often struggled to make ends meet in the past and she probably would have to do so in the future, but her conscience would always worry her if she took what she considered was not rightfully hers. “What you have never had you never miss”, she told herself. Soon Caroline was winging her way back to England. She had not seen Mark and he was not aware that she had been so close otherwise he would surely have been at her door. She still missed him terribly but was resolute that she could never have him. During the flight Caroline marvelled at the strength of her own character! “First I give up my lover and then I give up a fortune”, she thought to herself! “Ah well, that’s life”! Her Mother collected her from the airport and she never did tell her exactly why she had returned to Los Angeles and what she had forgone. Autumn had turned to winter and winter was giving way to Spring. Caroline returned to her job and tried to come to terms with life as it was. One late afternoon when Caroline returned home from work her Mother told her that a Mr Draper was in the lounge and would like a word with her. Draper was Mark’s family name and she just flew into the lounge expecting to see Mark. Instead she was astonished to see Mark’s father standing there! “You look a little taken aback my dear”, he said! “Well yes, of course I am”, said Caroline. “Let me explain that I am over here on business but first I had to track you down”. Caroline thought she had left no address for Mark to contact her and told him so. “Yes, yes, I know all about that but don’t forget that I have the power to employ people to do that sort of thing”! Mark’s Father then had another surprise for Caroline. “I have come to apologise to you”, he said, “and to tell you that I had you as a gold digger and now realise that you are certainly not that”. He explained that the law firm that Caroline had been involved with was the same firm that his Company used and he was friendly with the attorneys. Caroline’s attorney had been talking to Mark’s Father on the golf course and told him about this extraordinary English girl who had turned down a vast inheritance. Her name was mentioned and it had dawned upon Mr Draper that this was probably the same girl who Mark had fallen in love with. “Why don’t you go into the garden and think about what I have just spoken about”, said Mr Draper. Caroline pricked up her ears at this! Could it be that Mark was somewhere very close? She ran into the garden and straight into Mark’s arms. They kissed passionately and held each other for an eternity. Meanwhile Caroline’s Mother had entered the lounge with a couple of glasses of Champagne and she and Mr Draper were toasting the happy couple through the window…..!